Every night my dream's the same, same old city with a different name

[bitchin_beanie]

WHO: Jan Valentine/bitchin_beanie AND YOU!
WHAT: Anyone want to come laugh at a caged jerk? Here's your chance!
WHERE: City jail
WHEN: Any time from now until when he first for there, back in December!

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[wingsnotwords]

It had taken her a while to realize that the man in the prison was someone she’d met. Someone she thought was rather funny and interesting to be around. And ... well, Nill didn’t know if he were a good guy or bad, but he’d always been nice to her -- that was something, wasn’t it?

Heine followed closely at her side as she walked slowly, quietly, though the halls, her bag hanging over her shoulders. It was an almost comical sight; she looked like some sort of doll, while the prisons looked so ... hellish and dirty. Even Heine’s white coat of fur stood out in bright contrast.

There was a sharp snap from the dog -- a growl, almost a bark but not quite. And then Nill was standing just on the other side of the bars, tucking her skirt behind her knees as she crouched down so she was almost at Jan’s level -- a few feet away, but it was the gesture that counted, maybe.

[bitchin_beanie]

It was the almost-bark that got his attention. Jan jolted awake, blinking a few times. He ran through the mental checklist, trying to figure out what'd changed. Still in prison? Check. Still locked up? Check. Still alone? Ch--no, wait.

He found himself grinning at the sight of the little blond chick. From the journals, of course. And from that weird fucking mistletoe month, too. He stayed where he was, but at least made the effort to sit up a little straighter. He had company and shit, after all. "Heeeey!" He gave a half a lazy wave. "Nilla fuckin' Wafer! You run outta friends out there?"

[wingsnotwords]

Nill's expression lifted slightly when Jan acknowledged her. She lifted one hand from her knee to wave a little. The dog flopped itself down at her side, dropping his head onto his paws.

Shifting slightly so her knees and chins were flat against the ground, Nill tilted her head to the side as she watched Jan. It was an almost quizzical look, like she were wondering what had happened, or how long he'd been here. At his question, she shook her head, puffing her cheeks out a little in disagreement. There was the small twitch and flutter of her wings before her cheeks deflated and an almost worried expression took over.

[bitchin_beanie]

Mute, right. How could he forget something like that? One of those people that just left that many more words up to Jan -- not that he minded. He never had a shortage of them, and especially not now, after being alone so goddamn long.

"No?" he asked, recalling as well that there were a dozen little signs the girl gave as to what she meant to say. He was just willing enough to look for them all, too. He didn't usually have that sort of patience, but it was vaguely amazing the good mood that having guests put him in. "Just stopped in to laugh at me, huh? That's cool! I'd laugh at me too! You want I should do some tricks, maybe make your stay a little more rewarding?"

He hadn't missed that almost worry, hadn't missed that clear curiosity. He knew well enough what it meant, could figure from that why she was here, looking so goddamn out of place in the dingy darkness. But he wouldn't admit to that, and he would never admit to appreciating it. That was the sort of secret he'd be taking to his fucking grave.

[wingsnotwords]

The look on her face was an almost comical roll of her eyes when he suggested she was just there to laugh at him. She stuck her tongue out at him, blowing a raspberry at his dumb (teasing?) remarks(she'd learned that one from Kiba and it was starting to prove handy now and then).

She tucked her hair out of her face before twisting her upper body a little to rummage through the bag at her side, pulling out the decent-sized book that Chibi-Usa had given her. She'd managed to fill it half-way, already, littering the blank pages with her sides of conversations, other peoples drawings and her own.

She lifted the hand not holding the book or the pen, gesturing Jan closer.

[bitchin_beanie]

"Oh, hey, shit." Jan craned his neck a little to see what she had a little better when she brought it out, impressed despite himself. A book? For writing in, he guessed. Pretty fucking sweet -- why the hell didn't she have that last time he'd seen her? He was willing to bet it made conversation a whole lot fucking easier.

He obligingly scooted in closer at her beckon, stopping to plop back down again once he'd gotten to where Nill crouched. "Someone finally get tired of all the fuckin' pantomime and give your ass a book?" he asked, grinning as he caught sight of a few filled pages. Must be pretty fucking useful!

[wingsnotwords]

She was getting used to the remarks. They were the same ones she usually laughed at, really -- just directed at her instead. Which made it easier to... well, not really be mad. There was a small smile, a slight twitch of her lips. She flipped the book open to two blank pages and she started in the top corner.

easier than action, better than journal, she wrote. And it was true -- definitely easier than her flailing trying to get a point cross, and there was no point in having a conversation over the public journal with a person she was sitting right beside.

[bitchin_beanie]

"Yeah, I'll fuckin' bet." Jan grinned, settling back a little more comfortably. He made sure to be able to see whatever it was she wrote, but fuck if he was going to be crouching the whole time.

"So, we got any real exciting new fuckers?" he asked, a little interested despite himself. He usually didn't give much of a shit about new arrivals, but it'd been so long since he'd even had the choice to ignore them.

[wingsnotwords]

She tilted her head to the side a little bit as she tried to think of any newcomers had really struck out to her. Though, she probably had huge differences in what she found interesting than what Jan did. Nill shook her head a little bit, looking back at Jan with a small tilt of her head.

not really, she wrote on the page of her book. not many new people they came and wet fast.

She held up the book for Jan to read it through the bars, peering at him over the top of the pages.

[defineandteach]

After rummaging around within the contents of Nill's bag, the twins grew a little restless. They had already familiarized themselves with everything around them, and the itch to get out an explore wherever they were was becoming a bit too hard to ignore.

Together, they climbed up the inside of the bag, worming their way through the darkness to pop their heads out in to the light, where they stared up at a mysterious figure they couldn't exactly remember. They retreated, ducking back into the bag, but 3 emerged soon after, followed by 4, and the two climbed up the bag's straps to hide behind Nill's hair.