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Post by Cara Jaala on Nov 7, 2007 22:45:47 GMT -5
Cara looked over at him, her green eyes meeting his blue ones. "Syron I don't really care. Your past is your past and while it's my job to ask about it, it's up to you what you tell me. I'm glad you didn't kill innocents and all. But I'm more interested in your present and future. In all accounts you're more like a mercinary than anything. Someone who kills those who need to be killed."
She sighed. "This place is better than prison. In prison there a people a hell of a lot more dangerous than you and they'd like nothing better than to knock around the new kid. Your being here is better for you than there." She raised an eyebrow and almost smiled at him admitting it. But that smile disappeared at the rest of it. It still annoyed her he thought of it as a weakness. If she hadn't cared for someone that long ago day then she'd be dead now.
Huh. He actually believed in God. That was interesting and she mentally filed that away. She didn't like that he kept saying he'd end up in hell though. Cara shrugged. She might be an athiest but even she had no patience for Satanists. They were stupid and raped and hurt people for no real reason. Ugh. So he actually could kill all of those she wanted. Surprisingly, she didn't care. Then again she did believe they deserved it so yeah.
Cara hadn't been looking at him at first. But when he hit the wall she jumped slightly and blinked as he cut the wall with.....razors? What the hell? Oh whichever nurse had given him access to those was about to lose their job. That was just stupid. "You don't need to worry about me. I just want you to take care of yourself. Got it?" She started to reach for his hands so he would stop but she stopped herself. She didn't really want to cut her hand open.
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Post by Syron Black Cross on Nov 8, 2007 20:36:22 GMT -5
"Sorry for the weapons, It was needed to prove my point."
syron pulled the razors out of his glove and moved his mattress upwards under his mattress was a assortment of things, A small handgun, A pack of needles, Cigarates, Condoms, and his razor blades, He had about 25 of them. His longest was a survival knife black and jagged and designed for the military to slice and dice anything in their way. A small letter was in there. The letter had a seal on it. It was sealed in blood. Syron looked to cara and put his mattress back down.
"I trust you but if you tell anyone, Then that trust is dead... Those who change my mattress and sheets as well as cleans my room works for me... Rather then the hospital, thats the reason I have access to these things. The reason I tell you this is because I trust you know I'm dead if they found this stuff. Many of those things belonged to the guards. So lets test if your telling me the truth about giving a fuck about me."
Syron put the mattress down and looked strangely at Cara. "Forgive my lack of entertainment." He said calmly looking around at the pure white no furniture room.
"Also... Ive been to prison before. It turns out a gang member of mine was put in their on purpose to recruit for us. Its brilliant actually. Back then I was ranked captain and pretty high up. Guys like me belong in prison. I somethings think how different I would be if my parents didn't abandon me."
Syron looked into her eyes, He thought her to be rather caring and the gun as well as the rest of his weapons were his test. IF anyone searched his room he'd know not to trust her. However he did not plan to leave his weapons under that bed they'd be gone in 3 hours now. Hidden in his secret stash with only his condoms left to guard.
Syron leaned back against the wall, He had now pulled his gloves off, His palms were bloody but the back of his hands were not, they were his knuckles, Sharper then most his fists were built to kill. To take a man out with one hit and cut him to the bone when doing it.
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Post by Cara Jaala on Nov 8, 2007 21:09:33 GMT -5
Cara raised an eyebrow when he moved the bed and looked under it. She was frankly horrified and what she saw. The condoms and needles more than anything else really. The gun and daggers she didn't mind because she knew he'd have those no matter where he was. And she knew he smoked so the cigarretes didn't bother her. But the fact that he had the needles did because it made her worry he might be doing the wrong kind of drugs. As for the condoms.... she had to wonder exactly who he was planning on using those with.
She rolled her eyes when he threatened her. "Syron I don't give a damn if you have a gun and blades. Hell even I have those. I know you'd have them no matter what I said or did. You'd get more if they broke or anything. And I don't even care about the cigarretes. My only problem is the needles. And a little bit with the condoms. But it's your life and you can have sex with whoever. I just want to know why you have the needles. I'm asking you to tell me that much."
Cara sighed when he mentioned he'd been abandoned too. If you didn't want children then you shouldn't have them. That's what she thought anyway. It didn't make sense to have sex, knowing you might make a baby, have the baby, then just abandon it. Or abuse it. It was just plain idiocy.
She continued to sit in front of him on the bed. It was one of the only spots where there wasn't blood. Sure she cared for him but she didn't really like the symbolish of sitting in his blood. "You're not the first person to bride the guards. I just hope you don't end up killing them. And you don't have to tell me which ones they are. Makes no difference to me because even if I did fire them, which it would be stupid to do anyway, you'd just get more." She smiled at him.
That's when she looked down at his hands again and felt anger again for the blood still coming from them. She hated that he'd been hurt. He was a handsom, strong, young man. He shouldn't have grown up with the life he had. No one should. "Not all guys like you should be in jail. At least you understand that you have a small problem and even that you believe in God. Some people in jail have no such thoughts. They are empty people who kill for the joy of it. Innocents and others alike. The man and his friend who'd tried to kill me and a friend of mine thought as much. They thought the world was theirs and they had all the right to do what they were going to. They would never feel regret or ever think of us again once we were dead. They'd just go on and kill more people. You're not like that. At least, not completely. You kill those who deserve it. Not anyone and everyone you come across or who walks past you on the street."
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Post by Syron Black Cross on Nov 8, 2007 21:30:35 GMT -5
"No sense in killing innocents, It's a complete waste of time." Syron said trying to hold back the sadness in his voice.
Syron smiled when she mentioned the things he had. "All gangsters have their fun times, and the drugs... I don't do, It's a bribe for one of the inmates for his gangs support. Don't worry I'm not going to go making another kid. Thats the reason I have those condoms in the first place."
Syron looked downwards at his bed covered in blood spots. " Its like I said earlier If my supplies were better then this bed sheet wouldnt be as messed up as it is. Cara I didnt mean to threaten you, At least not phisically Its not my style to threaten a lady."
Syron had always kept good manners and was proper when it called for it. He had learned most his manners from the mafia... They had taught him quite well with the beatings. Not to mention the yakuza who gave his gang drugs. He had seen to many of a gangster die from lack of manners. He always kept his wit about him.
"Cara I was wondering, Why is it you believe me to be so innocent? Im an adult now after all. Ide like it if you didn't worry about me. It makes me feel a feeling I'm not used to... Its hard to say it but I feel remorse when you worry about me.
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Post by Cara Jaala on Nov 8, 2007 22:04:48 GMT -5
Well it was an interesting way of thinking. But it worked for her. As long as he didn't kill innocents she didn't mind as much.
Cara raised an eyebrow at his smile and had to hold in her urge to laugh at his answer. "I guess so. Who'd you'd want to have fun with around here I have no idea. And thank you for not doing the drugs yourself. And I wasn't really worried about you having a kid. Just about who you were actually interested enough in. Then again.... I don't really wanna know."
She snorted at being called a lady. "I might be older than you but I'm not lady. I can promise you that. So no worries. And if you want a new bed and sheets I can get you some. The fact that you sleep in your own blood bothers me. So it wouldn't be a problem." She'd just bring him the stuff. If he wanted to use them or not it was all up to him.
Cara smiled at him softly. "I know you're not exactly innocent. But you are more innocent than some. And I've talked to you enough to understand you a little bit. And yeah you're an adult. But I'm still allowed to worry about you. I can't help it but TO worry. So I'm sorry it upsets you that I do. I can't stop it." She shrugged slightly.
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Post by Syron Black Cross on Nov 9, 2007 17:17:39 GMT -5
"Just take care of yourself, and don't fight against us if theirs a revolt... Some people who work for me are truely insane, and regardless whether I want to believe it or not your a friend of mine." Syron said still acting nonchallent.
He looked down to the condoms. "You never know right? If I was going to get laid its best to be protected... Get caught up in the heat of the moment and have a little demonic spawn just like me. The world doesn't need any of those."
Syron said looking up at the light. 2 vents turned on, they were cold air. The Ac came on. Syron put his head downwards looking at his sheets.
"they should be changed in roughly 3 hours." Syron said softly.
"what time is it anyway? Is it dark outside... Its been forever since ive been outa this cage. Cara sometime you should go on a walk with me if your free that is." He said calmly and heard a ally of his bang on his wall.
*yo savior, guards coming.*
A guard knocked on the door then entered. He walked over to Cara.
"I've been asked to come in here and make sure you were both safe. It was the head of security that ordered me to do this. Im to stay with you til the end." The guard said codly.
Syron looked at him with a demonic look. "Ide leave now, Interupting me is a deadly move, Interupting me while im speaking to a young lady is enough for me to strike you down. If I were you ide get my ass outa here."
The guard pulled his taser out.
"Im authorized to taser you if you act in a hostile manner." The guard said.
Syron stood up walked over to the guard and hit him in the neck cutting his oxygen off. This move would knock him out. The guard tazored him but it was to very little effect. syron had been so tortured by the eltrecity he was becoming used to it, not to mention lately he wore a small rubber vest under his shirt. He hit the guard in the face and the guard fell to the ground passed out.
"Forgive his intrusion Cara." Syron said.
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Post by Cara Jaala on Nov 9, 2007 20:27:24 GMT -5
Cara just nodded at his warning. She'd already figured that out for herself. She might by a bit out of it at times but no one would dare call her stupid. She was glad that he'd called her a friend though. Course his expression didn't show it. But she didn't care. That was normal for him. He didn't usually show emotions except anger to anyone but her.
"Well yeah, protection is good. I just don't know what kind of girl in this place would actually hold your interest long enough to sleep with her. And you might be a gangster and all but you aren't a demon spawn. Trust me on that." She knew what demon spawn looked like. And Syron wasn't it.
She sighed in pleasure as the AC was switched on and she felt it cool off her heated skin. She'd been sweating for a while now. It felt good being cool again. She really did hate the damn vents in this place though.
"Three hours? I guess that's alright then. I won't even send anyone as i know you have your own people. So whatever."
When he asked what time it was she blinked and had to look at her watch. She'd walked in around 3 pm. Now it was almost 5. Huh. Cara didn't mind though. She liked talk to him. "It's almost 5pm. And of course. I'll always be free for you." She smiled at him.
At the knocking she blinked and looked at the wall. That's when she heard the door being opened and faced the stupid guard who stood in the door. She frowned at him. People knew better than to interupt her when she was with a patient.
"I don't give a damn who sent you. I want you to leave. Obviously we're fine." She sucked in a pissed breath when the guard pulled a taser and aimed it at Syron for what he said. She stood up and moved toward them but suddenly the guard was knocked out on the floor and she let out a disgusted breath as she shot a look at Syron.
"A little too much don't you think?" Cara sighed and rolled her eyes. "Whatever. What's done is done." She pushed open the door and looked around. Not seeing anyone she went back to the guard and started dragging him out into the hall, trusting Syron to not run out. Once the guy was outside she wrote a note and set it on him. it said 'You're fired for not following policy.' When she was done she moved back into the room and sighed. "It's not your fault. So no worries. Damn Head of security always does this now. I've had to fire 5 guards because of him stalking me." Cara knew exactly why he wanted to protect her. He wanted to date her and figured by butting into her life she'd go on a date with him. No way in hell.
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Post by Syron Black Cross on Nov 13, 2007 22:24:49 GMT -5
"Hmm... I didn't mean to go overboard but it was rude of him to intrude on our conversation. It's not something I would advise of."
Syron turned and looked upwards at the camera, The camera that had used to moniter him now replayed the same film. He set it so that it would replay the same film over a course of the month, there fore no one would ever know unless they came to his room and checked it. If that was the case he had a thousand other films in which he had altered. He was overly cautious sometimes.
"Since... You are my friend, Ive got a gift for you." Syron said softly.
He reached into his pocket and pulled from it a ring in which had the Japanesse symbol of manipulation on it.
" Those who can manipulate others will rule the world... May this ring help you in that category." He said coldly.
The ring was not wired like most of the things that syron gave to people. It was not altered in any way. It was merely a Japanese ring in which he had gotten from the Yakuza. Syron in a way was respected by the yakuza, due to his calmness and lack of consideration for his own life. He merely killed when need be and wasn't afraid to get his own hands dirty.
"You know, Cara... If you consider me a friend then you should beware. Those who cared about me in the past are all in the ground now, it is a curse of mine. Atlas Im alone, I cant ask you to be a friend to someone who has such a curse on them. "
Syron threw the ring to her. The ring was engraved with his name and a title he never used Syron Cross the savior of the damned.
"A memento, If you keep it then Ill at least have one person in this world that will remember me." Syron said calmly. He looked up at the ceiling. He would have to work out soon, He did so 3 times a day.
"You dont mind if I exercise while we are speaking do you."
Syron got on the ground of his room and began to do 1 armed push ups. Each time he went down and came up he would switch arms. First it would be his left, then right. His muscles were average sized. He was no body builder but it was easy to see he was in great shape.
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Post by Cara Jaala on Nov 15, 2007 20:02:37 GMT -5
Cara shrugged. She didn't really care that he'd gone a bit over bored. The guard wasn't there anymore so it worked.
She noticed him look up at the security camera and raised an eyebrow. Even if it had caught anything that had happened on tape she didn't mind. All she had to say was that the guard came onto her and so Syron was just protecting her. Technically it was true. Just not the whole truth. But who even knew the whole truth?
Cara blinked when he said he had a present for her and faced him. She watched him pull out a ring and her eyebrows arched even more until it was hidden behind her hair. "You know you don't have to give me anything just cuz we're friends. I don't expect things from people."
She looked at the symbol on the ring and knew what it meant. She sighed and nodded to him. "Thank you." Cara recognized it as something the Yakuza had. Yeah she knew the Yakuza enough to know things they did. Which meant, if he had the ring, Syron was friends with them. It was an interesting detail really. But that was Syron for her. Interesting as always. She just wished his being interesting didn't get him into trouble.
Cara smiled at his concern. At him mentioning a curse she laughed. "That's no curse Syron. That's life. And I'm willing to risk this curse of yours to be your friend. So don't worry. I know how to take care of myself ok?"
She caught the ring and studied it. It really was beautiful. And it had his name and, she assumed, his nickname or handle on it. She slid it onto her right middle finger. That was where friendship rings went. It fit her perfectly there for some reason. "Even without this I'll always remember you. But thank you. I'll always keep it safe. Just make sure you come and visit me sometimes ok?"
When he asked if it was ok to work out she shrugged. "Sure if it's what you want to do." Cara moved out of his way and watched him do pushups. One armed ones too. She'd known he was strong. But it was a wonder to actually watch him do his thing. She sat back down, mentally counting for him.
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Post by Syron Black Cross on Nov 15, 2007 22:04:50 GMT -5
Syron finished 120 arm pushed ups 60 on each arm. He stood up and leaned back against the wall. "I hate it here... Cara, I wanna be free. I don't wanna rot in here." He put his hands in his pockets and looked at her. He seemed to be studying her actions.
"I hate the guards, I hate the fucking food, not to mention their are no attrative women who are interested in me here. Im not used to being seperated from my needs for so long." Syron yawned and fell back against the wall.
"If only I could break this wall. Im not strong enough, Im not strong enough to get out of here alone. But with the help of my followers I swear Soon enough I will be out there, in the streets. With the fresh air and everything I could ever want. Someday you will see me free, Cara then perhaps we could hang out for real rather then in a cell."
He said coldly... He took his fist and hit the wall, It did not damage the wall, it merely fucked his knuckles up... Syron slid down the wall. His predicament after all was hopeless. And deep inside he knew it. He was a the mercy of the asylem and the state.
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Post by Cara Jaala on Nov 16, 2007 8:55:15 GMT -5
Cara had counted them. 60 on each arm. He was really very strong. Which she had known. But still. At best she could do 30 on each arm. And that was after cussing everything out once she hit 20. She didn't really understand why he was looking her over but she didn't mind. "I know you do Syron. And you probably will be sooner or later. So you're not going to 'rot' here."
Cara laughed mentally. The part about no women had struck her as funny. Not because it bothered him but because he actually thought about it. "I know. I know you hate the food but if i bring you something normal then that would be shown as favortism and I would lose you as a pasient. And I don't know what I can do about sex for you so don't ask." She shrugged. She smiled slightly when he yawned. He looked his age when he was tired, instead of way older than he acts.
Cara rolled her eyes. Of course he couldn't break through the wall. It was about 5 inches thick. No one could do that with their bare hands. She nodded her head. Of course she'd hang out with him someday outside of the asylum. She flenched slightly when he suddenly slammed his fist into the wall. When he slid down Cara sighed and walked over to him. She squatted down in front of him and tilted her head to the side as she watched him. "You really shouldn't hurt yourself. You know that."
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