Dimitri Donahue

After watching Mulan leave, Aurora leaned back in her chair and stretched a little bit before reading the next profile, Dimitri Donahue, she bit her bottom lip before closing the file and getting up to lean against the wall as she waited for him to walk in, she had half a mind to beg Korso to change the color of the suits...orange was so headache inducing.

The guard was walking fast, and Dimitri would have had trouble keeping up if he wasn't being practically dragged by the guard. He was almost relieved when they stopped by a door, though his heart caught in his throat. He shouldn't be here.. he knew he was guilty of his crime, but this place gave him a really bad feeling. Everything made him nervous and uncomfortable, even the smell of Darkstone was enough to get him nausiated.
He stumbled through the door as the guard closed it behind them and placed himself in the corner. Only then did he dare look up at his assigned guard. A woman... and a beautiful one at that. Outside of this place, he would never have guessed she was a guard, and for a split second he was wondering if she was lost.

(Awwww Dimi x3)
Aurora looked up as the door opened and pointed to the seat, "So Donahue, take a seat." She said and pointed to the chair across from her own as she watched him approach. "You have a small rap sheet compared to some...however there's a reason you're here and I'm sure you'll come to figure that out eventually." She said with a small smile that didn't reach her eyes.

He sat down quietly, happy that this day was almost over. All day he had been either transferred to Darkstone, sat in a room waiting together with a bunch of criminals, or being talked at by guards. He was so tired, he hadn't slept for at least 24 hours, and his headache was killing him. After all of this, he couldn't wait to arrive at his cell, just to lie down and have a long rest.
He watched her warily, awaiting whatever she would ask him, or tell him next.

She watched him silently for a moment before she opened his file folder, "Now on my file it says you were sentenced in here for paying prostitutes...out to have some fun I guess." She muttered under her breath as she scanned the file before flicking her eyes to meet his. "While you're here you won't be doing any of that or there will be consequences, now as for your room. You will be in Cellblock A, room number 1...your number is T19118, that's important so don't forget it. Also your meal plan consists of three meals a day, hard stale bread and a bottled water. Don't get used to it though, you'll be moved around a lot." She added.

He payed close attention to her, but as soon as his number came up, all he could remember was the letter T. He hoped he would learn the rest by heart soon enough. If he hadn't been in this situation he would've almost smiled, what was he to pay girls with in here? They had taken all his belongings and with it, all his money. He couldn't see what use girls would have of it in here anyway.
All in all, what she described didn't seem too bad. The food seemed a bit disappointing, but after what he had expecting, it almost seemed like a luxury. At least he wouldn't go hungry.

"So Mr. Donahue, have anything to say about what you've done?" She asked as she studied him, he seemed almost removed from his current situation.

He rubbed his head for the headache, something that seemed awkward with his handcuffs.
"What's there to say? You already know I'm guilty," he told her, exhausted. This had been a long day of repetative questions and unnecessary probing of his mind. He had already been convicted, what he said now wouldn't help him one bit. Not that it would have helped him earlier either, he had been caught quite redhanded.

She nodded, "Yeah I guess I just want to know why you did what you did." She said eventually as she leaned forward a little bit. "I mean, here at Darkstone...some of the other prisoners are here for a lot worse." She said as if talking about the weather.

"What reason do you think people have for paying prostitutes? I was lonely and horny, okay?" Was there ever another reason? Every anything else people payed prostitutes for? Even so, he answered. Better to just give her what she wanted and have it done with, he supposed.

She nodded and leaned back, "Well you'd be surprised at some of the other reasons people pay for them." She stated. "So I'm low on money...how much are you willing to pay?" She asked as she leaned forward just a little bit.
(being all ooc here XDD)

Dimitri's eyes suddenly flashed open, staring at her in disbelief of what she had just said, before turning to look over his shoulder at the guard in the corner. Only then did he realize she was teasing him, and annoyance took over. This was unnecessary mental abuse, how was she not fired yet?

She chuckled before she leaned back in her chair, "Ooops I forgot..you don't have anything." She said with a smirk.

It was all he could do not to glare at her. This woman was just evil. However, he knew well enough now, that as long as he went along with what the guards wanted, this would be over with quickly enough and he could go sleep in his cell.
He sighed and looked away from her instead, choosing instead to focus on something less infuriating.

She smirked, "I didn't think so." She said flatly as she gestured to one of the guards to escort him out. "Good-bye Mr. Donahue." She said as she smiled at him.

He was glad when he was finally given permission to rise and leave for his cell. The big brute of a guard once again grabbed his arm and more or less dragged him out of the door, but at least he knew that soon enough he would be able to lie down and rest without anyone touching him, grabbing him, or talking to him. He just prayed that his roommate would be quiet. And that it wouldn't be some psycho murderer, that was his biggest fear. He was here for such a pety crime, it wouldn't be fair to put him with someone unstable.