After he had calmed down, Nikki took a moment to look at his fellow inmates. Nobody particular impressed him, they all looked like a bunch of lifeless losers, until he caught the eye of a fair skinned girl (Gillian). Though on the outside she appeared to be simply upset, like the rest of the people in here, he noticed a vicious glint in her eyes, ferocious enough to scare off most people. But not Nikki. He liked a wild edge in a person, after all, it reminded him of himself. And he loved nobody more than himself.
Talking to people had never been his problem. He could make conversation effortlessly. The thing was, he didn't like people. He detested most of them, blaming them and the rest of society for his own messed up life. But deep inside, he felt a flicker of... Something, when he met this girls gaze. He tried to push it down, but eventually gave in to temptation. I'm screwed anyway. He thought. Why not make it slightly worse?
He stood up, very slowly, and sauntered over to her, he most have seemed cocky and arrogant. Good. He was cocky and arrogant, and he thought people should know that. After finally reaching the girl, he attempted his usual sneer, which for some reason came out as a half-hearted smile. "I'm not usually one to follow the rules," he said as a greeting, "but I reckon if I don't talk to someone I'm gonna gotten rid of much quicker. Names Nikki, that's spelt with two K's and and I. Not C-K-Y. I'd sy I'm pleased to meet you, but I don't know if I am yet."
No, no, NO! This was going all wrong. For sole reason he found he wanted to impress this girl, probably some deep psychological trauma from his childhood, but he guessed he had probably ruined his chances of making any friends in this place with that simple greeting. He wasn't an idiot, he knew that everyone in the room had heard it, hell, minutes ago he had heard a whispered exchange between another pair, an he had hardly whispered there.