Like a House on Fire//deliriouslydelightful

This place. Oi. This place. Stephen escaped from the menagerie of new people bustling about in the common room and eatery. As charismatic as he was, he could only fake so many smiles before it began to grate on his nerves. No booze, crappy smokes, and more restrictions than when he did time for – well, that’s not important. Stephen was restless. He didn’t deal with being cooped up. And before he did something stupid, like make a comment that was a touch too snarky to someone who could kill him easier than he’d ever like to admit. 

So, he escaped to his room. Childish, maybe, but hey? The paltry reading material that came with the space lay ignored on the bedside table. The room itself was large enough to accommodate two full-sized beds, each at opposing sides of the room, a bookcase full of contemporary lit, and two desks with a lamp attached. Each bed had a side table next to it, with another small lamp, and there was a central light in the center of the ceiling. It wasn’t… bad. No, he had definitely lived in worse shacks.

He held an unlit cigarette between his lips – he only had three left of his good ones and he would be damned if he wasn’t going to make them last – and his hands occupied themselves by idly shuffling a worn deck of red-backed cards. As for his mind, he was shifting through what he knew of the place. How tight security was, how tight of a hold they had on his leash, all of it. He barely noticed the door opening until the hinges gave a small squeak. He glanced over, not shifting his position at all. “So you’re the lucky guy who gets to be graced with my presence, huh?” His voice was bone dry, a tinge of humor on the edges. “Wonderful. Here I was hoping for co-ed." 


“I’ve not seen you before.” Hanna said, glancing over the newcomer with a hint of curiosity melded with her cautiousness. “My name is Hanna. It’s a pleasure.” She was getting acclimated to greeting people now, only because of how much she was forced into it because of their situation.