"It is time for everyone to go back to their cells." The guard told her. Cautiously he began leading her back to her cell.

Himori is escorted back to her Cell, lays back on her bed, "wonder if they are dumb enough to give me a Cell mate?" she wondered aloud, happy for the solitude for the moment.

Jaclyn was escorted back to her cell laughing. " so anyone else around or is it just me again.

James had just been relaxing back on the bench he originally sat himself upon when he first arrived, and remained perfectly quiet as he sat there so he could eavesdrop on the conversations..and actions being taken by his fellow inmates. In just the short time he'd been here, he already had acquired a decent insight to the personalities of those that dwelled behind those bars along with him.

When the guards came out for James and grabbed onto his arms again, he actually did not fight against this time and willingly followed them back to his cell. The only time there was a pause would have been when he turned his head over his shoulder to inspect the other inmates and call out to each of them, "So who ever is my cell mate..I call top bunk." Although he was clearly an older man, James would have no quarrel beating the crap out of someone to get what he wanted. After all, that was the most effective way for one to express their dominance when jailed..and now that he'd acquired all he needed in regards to information on everyone else, that was the next step he was to take.

Himori looked at the old man as he was put into the cell, "You have to be joking," she said looking at him. "James are you sure they got your Cell correct? because there are only two beds here, one on the back wall and the one on the other wall with the bars..." she said, her cell was in a corner thank god so no one could grab her from her bed she had on that side of the wall.

James let his one eye skim across the womans figure after he was shoved into the cell with her and then looked over to the one available bed that was by the bars. For someone that had the goal to rule this prison from the inside, it would not be wise for him to put himself at danger by choosing the bed that would put him in danger night after night.

He lifted a hand up to his chin and would rub a single finger along the side of his jawbone as he thought for a moment, that one eye exchanging a glance back and forth between both beds, "Well this is different." The large man said in a vacant tone as he walked to the empty bed and lifted a foot so he could press his foot into the center and gauge if the springs would even be able to support his weight..which they couldn't. The moment his foot pressed down into the center, the springs would have pressed damn near all the way to the ground..and that was simply unacceptable.

So he then turned himself around to face the woman again, and took a single step towards the bed that she was intending to claim her own. "You are by the bars." James commanded and balled each of his lunchbox-sized hands into fists in preparation to strike at any given moment should the necessity arise.

"I already calmed this bed," she said and bowed, "I am sorry, also it would be bad if I slept by the bars, Unlike you, I don't have much to keep me warm other than a blanket and this skimpy outfit of mine," she saw his fists, "If you want to fight over it... fine but wouldn't it be better to ask the guard for a new bed and say the one by the bars needs to be fixed... I myself don't want to sleep where other people could just grope me in my sleep, and risk them getting addicted to my pheromones... I like the warm concrete over here... and it would be better for you to sleep where you can get more air... did no one tell you about me?" she asked.

he gets thrown into a room, the room has a wall with a window over looking 2 rooms one with a chair in it connected by wires, the other looks into a room with a large man and a skimpy women arguing over a bed. his room consists of the window, some screens and a control panel, a bed and a table with cards over it. he settles down wondering why he was placed here on the first day.

James arched a brow in curiosity when the woman insisted upon defying his order. After having spent so many years on top of the 'food-chain', so to speak, it wasn't something that the old man was used to. Most everyone he came across trembled with fear at the very sight of him. Still though, it was just something that interested him. As he wanted to weed out more of this womans personality, he was actually going to stall a bit rather than going right to getting what he was demanding.

"It would be easier for you to move and give me the bed." James said and took another step forward to close the gap between himself and the woman before he tossed a look over his shoulder to the neighboring cell, and then back to the woman. "Give me what I want, and it will be worthwhile in the long run." As if trying to reinforce his statement, his head bobbed up and down just lightly.
Before the woman could issue a response, one of the guards came knocking his baton against the bars with a loud clank to draw James' attention. When the old man turned his sights towards the new arrival the guard said, "Weaver, you need to come with us." And then opened the door just long enough so that he could be let out of the cell and escorted away from the block. James did not return after his departure.

Himori looked at him, "You don't want to do this sir, you want to fight, you may end up getting one of my death kisses..." she said just before he was taken away, "have a nice day" she said, making it sound like he had gotten service from her or something, but that was just her normal voice, how does some woman get to having a voice that seductive without trying... does it matter... she could stand up to him... what else could she do.

Himori laid back on her bed and relaxed, "Hope he got a good cell..." she said pulling the very thin blanket around her,

He taps on the mic testing it, hes had it set to the girls cell as that way he can see the repose. "umm hello, can you hear me?"

"I am trying to take a nap, what do you want?" she asked.

Jasmine walked our of solitary escorted by four guards back to the general population her head still wrapped in bandages,the back of which had blood on them from her injury.Jasmine was lead into the cell with Himori grumbling as she got shoved in she heard the voice of the man whom she knew was a rapist the worst of the worst in crimes as far as she was concerned,she didn't allow it in venom and you were burned at the stake if caught on the mic and growled "what the fuck! This creep gets to just contact us willy nilly! What the hell is this shit!" She sat down on the unoccupied bed and shouted up at the voice "What the fuck do you want and it better be good or I'm gonna smash your balls like grapes!"

"Or we could just unplug the speaker... however he got to that room..." Himori said, sitting up, "Thank you for not being like that old man and demanding my bed," she said.

(Due to some misunderstandings I will be posting rules spelling out my expectations. This might take awhile. So I will not be able to participate or read the RP the way I usually do. Once the rules are posted I hope this clears up any misunderstands and the RP can progress in a way that we can all enjoy)

"Looks like it's beddy time. I guess I'll leave you all to stew in your morals for a night. Tomorrow maybe someone can tell me what they believe is evil."
Jared waved as he turned away to the guards and said with a voice that was somehow both childish and condescending "Hello officer, I seem to be lost, do you know where I live? "

Jasmine shrugged "I don't give a damn you need that side anyways I don't need a shit ton of guards in here because you freeze to death or something" she stood up and looked at the speaker "fucking annoyance...." She pulled her bed Over under it and climbed up on it pulling the speaker out and unplugging it silencing the man shocking herself minority swearing loudly as she put the speaker back in the ceiling unplugged.

"We should just get along, I doubt we need to fight, also I was thinking" she said, "Of Knocking that Slayer Girl out using my touch because she laughed when you got hurt by the guards for trying to express yourself.... then claim she had heat Stroke... or something"

Jasmine chuckled and pushed her bed back into place and sat down looking at Himori "don't worry about it kid it wasn't shit these guards hit like my grand mother and she's dead.As for slasher and keeper don't worry about them I could snap them in half like tooth picks if I wanted to." She shifted a bit and leaned her back against the wall sitting on her bed "Other then the old dude I don't think anyone else can take me on in a fight of strength and skill being in the marines and all I'm trained for that kind of situation." She popped her knuckles "I think they know better then to fuck with me"

Jerid walked past Jasmine and Himori's cell on his way to his own and slowed down.
"I wish I had a speaker in my cell like that, I'm bored out of my mind." He laughed sincerely.
"Oh and a friendly tip sweetheart.." He started to whisper so only the two could hear him. "Don't abuse your pheromones for protection. It only lasts until these brick-heads figure out they can punch you with gloves on." With a wink he moved on as a guard was prodding him more and more painfully.