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[brothercumface]

[[ooc: preference post ;; cr always welcome ;; please comment or pm with any questions~]]Her eyes blinked open. Slowly at first, and a hand raised itself to rub the sleep sand from the corners of her eyes before she sat bolt upright. Alert and wide awake now with the odd sense of an impending danger - was this another trick of the prison? Another

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[euphiemeral]

It wasn't every day in this place one heard a very loud crash and the sound of a voice screaming in rage, and when she did hear just that, Euphie became instantly worried. It sounded like there was a fight going on in there, and whoever the girl was, she may have been in need of help. Gathering her courage, the soft-hearted, pink-haired girl grabbed the doorknob and quietly twisted it before peeking inside.

"Hello?" she asked, hesitantly, "Is everything okay in here?"

[ooc: Hereby requesting as much cruelty and evil as this little psychopath can manage!]

[brothercumface]

[ooc: your wish is my command~]

Rage boiling over, Minatsuki had already hurled a glass vase toward the door as well. Luckily, it missed the entrant by a matter of inches, and she was too distracted by the bright shade of hair to snatch an ash tray and throw that as well. Her snarl, however, wasn't as easily appeased, and she bared her teeth at the girl.

"Does it look it?" the brunette demanded harshly.

[euphiemeral]

Euphie reflexively tried to dodge the vase sailing toward the door, but her own slowness and the lucky aim of her enraged new acquaintance here made it basically unnecessary. Something told her, right then, that maybe she was better off closing this door and hiding away, but she steadfastly refused to just abandon someone in need, no matter how angry they were.

"I-I'm sorry," she murmured from behind the door, and then, courage gathered, Euphie opened it further to let the girl have a better look at her. "I... I'm guessing you're new here, miss?"

[brothercumface]

Minatsuki was already reaching for her earring, intent on ripping it from the stud from her ear and doing much of the same things that had landed her in prison in the first time. But something stopped her, and while her eyebrows knitted sharply in the center of her forehead for a split second, she came to a new conclusion about this person and made a switch.

She pinched herself - hard - and felt the tears well up before spilling over. She allowed her shoulders to drop and her expression became of wide eyed fear and need. "I'm - I'm sorry. I didn't mean to explode like that on you. I'm just - I'm just..." she sniffed. "I'm so scared!"

[super_sane]

"So they say~" Comes a sing-songy voice from off to the side. There was a door behind him which led to who knew where. The better question was 'how long had he been here in this room with her?' This man in the purple and green suit with white hands and a white face, save for the bright red lips he had.

Grinning widely, Joker runs a hand through vibrantly green colored hair, the nail of his thumb painted a bright yellow. "Then again, they also call me crazy. Maybe it goes hand-in-hand. I never ask."

[brothercumface]

Turning on her heel in a rush, Minatsuki's first instinct was to tear up and whine. It would have been the technique she had utilized back home just about all the time, but there was that undeniable urge to go 'yuck' and demand this creepy, nasty excuse for a human get the fuck out of her room.

Calm enough to not hurl one of the soft, silken pillows at the newcomer, she felt her upper lip being pulled up in a snear. "Who the hell wouldn't call you crazy when you're as ugly as that, assface?"

[super_sane]

"Such bad language! Didn't you know this is a family show!?" Joker wags his finger in Minatsuki's general direction, head shaking along with it. His grin stayed in its' place, but his eyes held a dangerous gleam in them as he steps further into the room, his gaze locked intently on the new arrival.

"I can tell you're not one of the brightest colors in the rainbow, so I guess I'll let the ugly thing slide. Some of the greatest crazies look pretty damn normal--but what do I care!? No one ever gives originality a little love!"

[brothercumface]

Unsure if this uggo had just insulted her with complimentary undertones, or complimented her with insulting undertones, the brunette simply spread her legs in an assertive stance and glared at him, oh so hard. For about five seconds, before she reminded herself that being mean and stand off-ish was never a good impression to make on people she may very well be locked in a room with.

Drawing both of her arms protectivly over her chest and tilting her chin down so as to gaze at the approaching figure from under her eyelashes and bangs. Tone switching to that of a very small, scared child, she whimpered, "What d-do you mean, mister? I don't quite understand..."

[grandtheftmecha]

Well that was quite a racket - something Katina had a knack for coming across. Always a newbie scared or angry, or even trying to make their own exit the hard way, and of course it never ever worked.

It also usually led to some interesting encounters, for better or worse, so she had no reason to hold back as she pushed the door open, crossed her arms, and looked into the room. "Noisy little bitch, aintcha?"

[[OOC: Katina's strong, so you can go ahead and be as rough/violent as you like, and we'll see who pushes who around.]]

[brothercumface]

Minatsuki had just reached for another item to toss angrily when she heard a voice other than her own, which had been exactly what she had wanted in the first place: some damned attention from whatever assholes had brought her here and to be in a room - alone - with said jerkfaces. There was no room for a facade this time, and before answering the brunette hurled the glass bowl containing what seemed to be condoms and chocolate at the newcomer.

"What the fuck did you just call me, shithead?"

[grandtheftmecha]

Katina sidestepped with practiced reflexes, glaring at the teen who'd launched the bowl at her. Well that was... different. Usually girls didn't start wanting to hurt her until after she'd gotten started on them, but obviously this one was a bit more violent.

Her expression abruptly shifted to a cocky grin. "Noisy," she answered, intentionally skipping around the fact that she'd called the girl a bitch. "Got a problem with that?"

[brothercumface]

Yes, she certainly had a problem with that, but it was mostly the woman's face, and as brash and unfiltered as she was on almost every occasion, Minatsuki couldn't quite bring herself to snap that it was nothing but her expression that irked her now. Her hands grappled blindly for a pillow, but she didn't throw it just yet, instead holding her feathered artillery at the ready while sizing up this lady.

"...Can I help you with something?"

[brothercumface]

Minatsuki didn't care if this wasn't something the man who'd just burst into her room approved of. No, if he didn't like it he could very well turn around and leave her the fuck alone. His angry outburst did nothing to quel or pacify her anger, and instead of automatically defaulting to her usual, innocent persona, she snatched an ashtray and hurled it in his direction.

However her aim was a little off, enough so for the ashtray to miss the other person by a good inches if he didn't move fast enough. She didn't care and automatically started looking around for something else to throw. There were several other glass things she could hurt someone with, but Minatsuki snatched one of the pillows and hurled that at him instead.

"What is that supposed to mean; 'who does that'? I'll tell you who - oh yeah, I'll tell you right after you rip your own dick off and shove it up your ass and tapdance the fuck out of here! ARGH!"

[brothercumface]

She paused, hand wrapped around the frame of one of the wall hanging pictures and teeth barred. While her first instinct was to cut herself on one of the sharp things in this room and activate her branch of sin so as to end this fool, but she restrained that urge with some difficulty. Instead of hurling the picture at his head, she dropped it and forced a great deal of tears to well up in her eyes.

Both her arms crossed over her chest and she sat down on the edge of the bed before proceeding to cry. "I - I'm sorry. I really am! I'm just - I don't know where I am and...and I'm really scared..." The simpering and pitiful tone in her own voice made her want to retch, but this was an easy mask to default to.

[veindeepinlove]

A curt string of snickers undulated from - strikingly - overhead. The teenager crouched on the redwood headboard of her new furniture like a sentient ornament or rogue wall trophy. Her prior moment of trepidation wasn't lost on his overly-perceptive, gold eyes and it slowly stretched his small mouth into a gently pursed grin that continued to loom over his fellow Deadman.

"I didn't rape you while you were asleep," he noted pre-emptively. His flared sleeves cascaded his thin arms as his hands rose, palms up like they confirmed his innocence. In fact his tone was inappropriately seamless and casual for the phrase - but it told the truth.

His fingers fell to grasp the wood beneath, his frame dipped forward. "...Good morning Humm~ingbird~~."

[brothercumface]

"I wouldn't think you'd be capable, you dispicable little -" Minatsuki didn't bother finishing that statement in favor of hurling a twin lamp in his direction. As comforting as the appearance of a familiar face was, it would have been a much more welcome appearance if it had been any other face. Still...if he was to be believed, at the very least he hadn't done anything while she hadn't been capable of whipping his ass in return for.

Blindly, she reached for another object to throw - a pillow - and reached for her earring. If he wanted to fight, she would fight him; she was angry enough to attempt that stupid of an endevour outside of the games. "What the fuck do you want?" she spat distastfully, poised to attack and gnawing her lower lip in anger.

[veindeepinlove]

"I'm-" he started only to have his retort interrupted by the flight of an object. "Ahaha, that's no good..." the boy observed after all too easily eluding the lamp with a simple tilt of his posture. Its glass cracked on impact with the wall and the shards littered the floor behind the bed. He kicked his feet down and poised himself on the elevated surface with his forearms idly resting on his knees.

His index and middle fingers rose diplomatically. "Please wait!" The digits lowered horizontally and drawn attention to the item in her hand. "That's a pillow." His eyelids closed as if that was all to his speech. A beat of silence.

"...I just wanted to assure you're okay-- you look well ★. Oh, uhm, I don't really mind, but should we really fight right now~? You should consider your priorities."

[brothercumface]

Priorities? What on earth was he talking about? She could care less about her priorities right now; she was angry, and wanted to deal with it by making someone bleed at the very least. But she listened to him, and grudgingly lowered her pillow. "I am well," she snapped distastfully in response, not offering any sort of customary return of the conversational small talk.

Her other hand dropped from her ear, although her fingers still twitched in anticipation. One wrong move on his part, and...well, there was no saying she would win, but she would try. Folding both arms under her breasts, Minatsuki gave the other Deadman a glare, but kept her tone perfectly civil as she asked, "What's up?"