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Clank! The metal doors to the prison cafeteria opened. A young and very small girl with white hair and red tips walked in with the proper orang body suit as used in prisons. Her red eyes and pale skin clashed very badly with it and she looked at the guard leading her in.

About a month ago she was happy and running amuck with her favorite knife and killing many people. Now she was stuck in the walls of prison.Why? Because she was betrayed by a man she wanted to kill. Infact he was the first one she planned to once she got out.

The guard grabbed her and told her to sit at the table with her tray of food. She looked down at it and sighed gently. She began to push tonight's dinner around with the pathetic plastic fork that would break on corn.

As people entered the cafeteria at a rather quick pace seeing the guards didn't want them out if their cells to long one boy followed amongst them. Being guided by a guard seeing he was a higher threat then some people in this joint. He appeared only 16, and he was only 16, but they believed he was to much of a threat to he put in a juvenile prison. The boy had black hair that went past his ears, and light green eyes along with pale skin. He appeared normal...

But out of all the people here, why was he here with them? Not even 3 weeks earlier he had gone to a bar and gotten himself drunk again and wandered ominously out of the bar, to slaughter people using stuff he found laying on citizens yards. Rather it was a shovel to chop off their heads, and any other limbs, or a baseball bat to beat them, the drunk boy could find bad use for any yard utensil.

He glarred at the people around him, his gaze enough to send a child running to their mommy. Deep inside he seemed revenge, but more then likely he wouldn't get a chance to get what he wished for. His gaze slowly went to the floor when he felt the guards grip tighten on his orange sleeve covered arm of his stupid outfit, a signal of you better not do anything regretful.

He was forced into a seat, and the guard left him seeing guards were all around to catch if a fight broke out or something. He looked at his food, if it even could qualify as food, but he didn't eat it.

(Do you want me to join now or like Deatharrow wait till you get our into town or something? PM me what you want to do and I will delete this post and/or edit it to be my first)

(We can continue on until we escape. So I'll just go ahead and post again?)

(Yes go right ahead and post. I will post when you are trying to escape. )

Pompeii saw the boy get in. She too was around his age and dangerous. She could see how he looked at everyone. "Perfect" she said out loud. The guard looked at her and she decided to cause a little drama."this food doesn't even count as food........." The guard growled and knelt down and looked her in the face.

"I'm sorry this food isn't delicious for you're highness. You forget you've gotten a life sentence?" She smirked and sighed."this table is too crowded.............I would like to go to that one....." The guard got up and literally nearly picked her up and carried her over. He shoved her in the seat across from him and went back to get her food muttering how he would shove it down her throat.

"Hello.......I'm Pompeii Felix. You're average friendly murder girl whose escaped from way too many asylums to count."she said with her trademark crooked smile.

( im going to take it it's my reply again to)

He simply sat at his table, not touching his food. It wouldnt surprise him if it grew legs and walked away, it was just that inedible to him. From where he sat he didnt pay much attention to the little fight visually, but he did eavesdrop alittle. Isn't that the truth he thought with a faint smirk as he kept his gaze on his dull tray. Though when he heard the girl say she wanted to go to the other table he hoped she wasnt reffering to being near him. Though now that he thought about it, why would he mind? He could use a good friend in this trash heap they expected them to call 'home.'

His light green eyed gaze went to the girl infront of him. It seemed he hadnt really slept much around here, probably because he was used to be out all night. “Hey” he said with a one-way one second long wave, before he put hand down. “I'm your typical alchoholic, drug-addict, murderer. Names Howl Jenkins” he introduced himself.

"Seems we have got things in commons" she said. A small hint of British twang in there somewhere. Her red eyes darted to a bunch of guys just about getting in a fight. She smirked."those guys...don't seem like they'd be interested in popping heads off......one might. The other, probably cheated his bankers." She said and looked back at him, a hint of mischief inside her eyes and smirk."what say you Jenkins?"

The kind of accent Jenkins had was rather anonymous. Not even he really knew, not that he really cared. Who cared about origin, or ancestory, or anything. It was dead past. He pushed his tray aside and rested an elbow on the table, resting his cheek in his hand. He glared at the guys about to get in a fight. His eyes darted to the girl, Pompeii. "More then likely" he responded as if his first name was Jenkins, then again, thats what he went by almost always.

She sighed and saw the guards also get in a small spat. A flier flew and she caught it as it floated by she took a quick glance at it." Onimous killer still at large." She read slightly out loud the entire thing just before the guard who dropped it took it back grumbling and walked away. She sighed and smiled."....well...looks like that Jeff the killer creature guy is some flea to those guards......whatcha say about, i don't know....... Doing things like he does?"

Jenkins looked t the flier as it floated by. He watched as Pompeii read over the flier, but sadly he couldn't see it from where he sat. After the guard had taken away the flier one thing did spark his attention. Jeff The Killer. He had heard about him! "Isnt he just some made up character? Then again what he does could be done by everyday people..." he paused a moment, and glarred at her, a serious, and devious look in his eyes, and a small smirk on his lips. "I say let's do it!"

Her eyes seemed to widen and her pupils got a bit smaller and she jumped up and smiled."well then......how about....we break out of our cells tonight.....we could meet back here and make sure not to get caught. I could work on getting us weapons while you find an escape route. Guards will be around so we both need to have our eyes out. If anything happens I'll distract you run. If any of us don't make it, our plan won't be used. So better just one right?"

His eyes held that if eagerness, and slight craziness. He listened closely to her rough draft of the plan, he was about to answer but noticed guards now leading people back to their cells. He looked at Pompeii, "it sounds like a good plan. It's a deal" he said. The guard that was going to make him return to his cell was getting closer, "I'll meet you here at some point in the night," he whispered just before the guard grabbed his arm and yanked him up. "Let's go Jenkins" he said. Jenkins followed only because he was being forced to, he looked back at Pompeii a moment, before looking away.

The guard who was coming to get her grabbed her forcefully and dragged her through the opposite door where the female inmates go in. She nodded and looked away as she was dragged through the door. The guard took her back and forced her into her cell and she sat there waiting for her escape time on the call the guard would say.

Eventually the call for lights out happened and she didn't turn her light out. The guard came around and the others left. He opened the door with his key and walked in glaring at her. She hated to do the role playing but couldn't find a way other wise.
As the guard approached she fluttered her eyelashes and smiled."oh guardy........." She said in a fake accent."I've been in here far to long to.....well........." She said and the guard caught the bait and walked closer. 'Just a little farther ' she thought and suddenly she swung her legs over her head and kicked him down. She sat on his stomach and pulled the bot-ton from his hip and hit his head numerous times and dragged him over to the bed and put him inside it and covered him up. She kissed his forehead like a mother would and she had blood on her chin from that. She took the keys and escaped and turned the light off.

She headed down the corridor silently and headed to the cafeteria and entered seeing the door was never locked.

Jenkins was led to the boy side of the prison and lead down the hall to his cell. The guard opened the cell door and practically threw the boy into his cell. He stummbled and fell to the floor as the guard shut and locked the cell door and walked off. Jenkins blew his bangs out of his eyes, he didnt expect guards to care what happened to him- to them he was better off dead anyway.


Unlike Pompeii him escaping wouldnt be easy seeing he wouldnt hit on a male guard. The only time he ever hitted on boys was when he was drunk, and he never remembered anyway afterwards.


He could hear the footsteps as his guard came closer down the hall. He had to think fast. Then it struck him. He sighed quietly. He hated this, the guard would think he was mental, but the guard wouldnt live to see the sunlight again if his plans worked out.

Jenkins went and stood in the middle of his cell, and he faked a heart attack. He fell to the floor, and when the guard spotted him- stupidly- the guard, like most anyone, rushed to try to deal with it on his own. The guard unlocked the cell and rushed in and went to check on Howl. When the guard was close enough Howl grabbed the tie the man was wearing and jerked, sending the guard into a headbutt. The guard was distracted now and Howl tackeled the guard and grabbed the tazzer out of the mans belt, knowing where he kept it, and shocked the man just barely under his throat. Soon killing him. Howl had the same plan as Pompeii and got the body onto the bed and covered it up. Sadly the tazzer battery had died so it was useless now.


He stole the mans keys, and ran off to the cafeteria after closing the cell door, being sure not to be seen,

She sat down and waited. Once she saw him she ran over and whispered slightly."it's dark in here...so it's a good cover...I'll get out weapons you find the escape route. We meet back here as soon as we find anything." She said and walked off int the direction where she knew they kept evidence in the police ward. She nearly tip toed down and finally got it open y picking the lock. She quickly got her knife and searched through the lockers trying to find Jenkins.

Jenkins walked into the cafeteria to barely see Pompeii, just, barely. He nodded an okay and went his seperate way. He knew this place more then Pompeii did more then likely seeing he had conversations with people about it.
He didnt know where possible exits were but he could wander rooms until he found some, and off he went to do so. Hurrying.


On each locker had a number, the same number printed in black font in small bold on the front top left of each orange outfit. The lockers held the clothing they had wore, and anything found on them. One locker read 17 on it. Jenkins number. Inside it had a concealed pocket knife which the outside was decorated with a painting of blue and white flames. Along with his shirt and jeans. The rest was at the scene of the crime. All the main bloody evidence.

Her clothes she took and recognized his number. She grabbed everything and went back to the cafeteria. She put her clothes on while she was waiting for him to come back and she did it quickly , not that he would be able to see much at this type of lighting.

Jenkins wandered the building, looking for exits. He returned after God knows how long, but not overly long. He walked in and saw his stuff on the table. He remembered stuff he had in his pocket that they put back so they woukdnt lose it in the car. His fake I.D, and a note with scribbles on it and a ink pen. He set the notepage down on the table and began drawing out what he examined while it was still fresh in his head. Drawing a map of halls, doors, vents, and even the trash disposer shoot.