New Beginnings [TAG: Mulan & Sinbad]

Korso had taken it on himself to escort the prisoner back to her cell after a week of isolation. She looked starved and tired after having been fed so little and had nothing to do. Most like the light was hurting her eyes as well. He just hoped she'd learned her lesson, but if not he could always teach her more lessons.
He hadn't spoken to her the entire way to her cell, only grabbed her arm and forced her with him. She could resist all she wanted, he was far stronger than her, and she wouldn't get anywhere with it in any case.
Once they arrived at her cell he opened the door with his key and shoved her inside, still not saying a word, and closed it. She wasn't as much fun as she was irritating. That was his last thought before he left her in the cell with her new cellmate.

Mulan collapsed to her knees as she fell. She didn't even have the strength to hiss at him. Was this him? She thought. She glances up and notices her cellmate sleeping on one of the beds. "Great are you dead too?" She grumbles to herself. She approaches him and squints her eyes. She pushes a lock of his hair back and lifts her lip in disgust. The gay one. Fantastic. 
She notices an envelope on the table. She picks it up and peels back the flap. She draws out a heavy amount of paper. The first face she saw was her own. Her eyes narrow in anger. "Who the fuck do they think they are?" She says weakly. She flings her sheet across the room. Before cocking her head and glancing at Kida's. "Well, well baby girl. You really did steal a dinosaur." She passes her old cellmate. He was a rapist? Mulan scoffs loudly at Eva's sheet. "Petty theft huh?" She throws the papers down and notices her current cellmate's sheet. Sinbad.. "You're a fucking rapist too? Fantastic." She drops the paper on the ground and turns to the bathroom to bathe. When she returned she was dressed and her hair wet. She sits in one of the chairs and tilts it back, frowning. I hate this place. 

Sinbad wakes with a start; lurching up in his bed and looking around for the disturbance and spotting it in a small, tired and angry looking Asian girl sitting at the table.

Noticing his indecency, he yanked at the sheets and draped them over his lap. "Uh..." He starts, coughing to clear his throat. "And you are?"

Mulan glares over at him. "Mulan." Mulan looks at him up and down.

Sinbad lets out a scoff at her glare before standing and making his way to the bathroom and changing back into his jumpsuit. He runs his hands through his hair and lets out a yawn; he didn't think he slept long, but he feels exhausted, but that's probably because of how comfortable the bed is.

"What are these?" He asks, picking up a piece of paper, he scans it, quickly realising that it's their rap sheet, well, hers anyway. Sex slaving?, he thinks, looking her over.

Mulan could feel his eyes on her. She turns her head slightly. As angry as she was, she didn't feel it necessary to glare anymore. In all honesty, it was tiring her even more. He hadn't even done anything yet. Mulan reaches to her exposed chest, reaching in the cup to find no gum. God damn it. 
She opens her mouth to tease him, before keeping it shut. No more isolation.

Huffing to himself, he moves over to the table, sifting through the files, grimacing as he comes across his. His mug shot isn't as pretty as it could have been. He drops his one the table again, and his brows shoot up when he finds Anya's. His curiosity spiked, he picks the piece of paper up.

"15 charges of torture." He reads aloud, uneasiness settling into his gut. "Now I understand the whole hold me down thing." He breathes, brows furrowed. "5 charges of rape... attempted murder. Huh."

"Wanna share your gang affiliations? Shahzad?" Mulan requests playfully interested with him in the slightest. Not as much as her lying ex cellmate, but interested still. "Ooh better yet, how was your sex on close circuit tv?" Mulan shudders. "Great huh?"

"They aren't big on the girls, you know?" He replies conversationally, not looking up from the pages. Some of the guys on here are sick. "But I'm sure you'd just love to sell me, huh? I mean I can teach some of your guys some tricks, maybe some of the girls too."

He picks up Flynn's, face scrunching up in disgust. He'd admit to being hypocritical; he'd raped before, he regretted it, and he had it in for guys who raped women, but there's a whole new level of hell reserved for pedophiles.

"Fantastic." He replies, referring to the sex on TV. "Really great. Flynn really knows how to take it up the ass."

Mulan squints in confusion. "Sell you?" She realizes her page wasn't on the ground anymore. "Oh, you read that." Mulan frowns and rolls her eyes before standing and stretching. "I don't sell people. That would be Norwood. And anyways that night I was on... heroine... maybe? I dunno. All I know is I vaguely remember some girl wanting me to be her body guard or some shit like that and then some guy wanting to buy her." Mulan shrugs. "Apparently he was some big time sex slaved or something. That night was my first and last taste of freedom so," Mulan smirks and shrugs. "Believe what you want."

"And p.s. that's disgusting."

Ignoring her Sad Sob Story and zoning in on the whole that's disgusting deal, he crosses his arms over his chest, figurative hackles raising. "You got a problem with gays?"

Well, he's not gay, he's bisexual. Kids on the street didn't differentiate between the two, though; some had this thing in their head that having sex with a man = weakness, and they tried to corner him a few times; try and degrade him, shove their dicks in his face etc, etc... but he'd attacked back with a viciousness that had surprised even him. Three had ended up in the hospital, and one was his first kill.

Needless to say, he didn't feel any regret for that kill. Proteus had given him his trade mark I'm-Disappointed-But-Also,-Maybe-A-Little-Proud-Of-You look, and Marina had taken him out for drinks.

It was a good night.

And, he swore to himself he wouldn't let anyone get him, or anyone he knew, down, just because of their sexuality.

"No, I love men. Never had time for 'em though. I only had time for training." Mulan frowns. "Gay people deserve rights. But if you're gay, how come a woman is included in your rape? Oh and why rape? Just pick up a prostitute like Dim...irti." Mulan questions.

Sinbad relaxes slightly - not visibly, but still, he didn't have the urge to, like, rip her throat out or something.

"I'm bisexual." He replies, sifting through the papers, letting out a triumphant noise when he comes along James Hawkins profile. "That's for me to know and for you to... never find out." He turns to her, eyeing her up and down.

"Look," He starts, voice hard. "I'm not in here to chit chat about past crimes and braid hair while we talk about what landed me in here; you know what I've done, I know what you've done, so lets just leave it at that. My motives are my own, your motives are yours. All I need to know is whether or not you're going to turn into a raging beast at night and try to kill me in my sleep. And, if your answer to that is yes, I will lock you in the bathroom and/or drown you in the bathtub as soon as I have a chance."

He felt a pang of regret, having noticed her age, but he figured; if she can land herself in here, she can take a stern warning that he wasn't here to make friends. He was just here to live out his sentence in relative peace and hopefully die a quick, painless death.

He wasn't giving himself a chance to get close to anyone, not after reading Anya's page.

His dick isn't going to be the cause of his death.

Mulan's eyes widen. "Who the fuck do you think- I'll fucking kill you first you fucking pseudo gangster wannabe! You wanna know something about me?!" Mulan charges up to him and snatches his collar. "I can beat you to a bloody pulp if I'm angry enough. Don't think I can't or won't. I was put in Isolation for fighting don't think I won't do it again." She shoves him away. "I don't care if you think I'm a joke or anything. But unlike the rest of these people I don't hide behind false pretenses. So before you step up to my plate be ready for what's gonna come back. I have an anger problem. Just speaking pisses me off." She turns away from him. "And your dick is small."

Sinbad's eyes widen incredulously, staring down at her in shock, trying to stifle the laugh that was bubbling up inside of him.

"You're insulting a known rapist about his dick size, are you sure you wanna go there?" He stands straighter, fingers twitching for a fight, his voice cracking with suppressed laughter.

Pseudo gangster? He thinks, laughing will probably get her angrier, Shahzad.

(OOC: LolololoLolololol I couldn't resist I'm dead right now! XD hahahahaa)
Mulan whirls. Glaring so hard her face may be frozen. "I say whatever the fuck I wanna." She snarls.

(OOC: I'm laughing as well, he's such a little shit I s2g)

"Okaaaaay then." He drawls, eyeing her up and down one last time before, back ramrod straight as he turns back to Jim's file.

Huh, organ contraband, interesting.

He's hyper aware of Mulan behind him, and turning his back on an angry person probably isn't the best idea he could have come up with, but he's gonna take his chances.

(Mulan probably wouldn't. She hates isolation*shudders*)
 Mulan scowls in disgust. "Pussy," She spat before sitting on the other bed and lying down. Normal people would put on a shirt if they're doomed with a rapist. You're such a dumbass Fa.

"Oooh, insulting me with a thing I love." He grumbles, scratching the scabs at the back of his neck. The branding has mostly healed, but he's always picking at it. "Real Original Insult there, kiddo."

He decides, absent-mindedly, that he's going to treat the inmates of this prison like targets; he's going to read their profiles over and over until their crimes, their back story - their personalities, are all ingrained into his head like the branding at the back of his neck.

The next cell swap, he's going to be prepared.

Mulan smirks, "Flynn's ass begs to differ, ass fuck. Is that original enough for you Pseudo?" She hisses, rolling over, her back facing him. "Don't call me a kid."

"I'll call you whatever the fuck I want, Kiddo." He snaps, glaring over his shoulder at her. "Are you a virgin? Because you seem to have this sorta hate for sex, probably because you've never tried it. It'll release you from the confines of your shit personality."

"Yeah," Mulan grunts. "I'm a virgin. I don't hate it. And thanks, you aren't the only one to compliment my personality." She closes her eyes. Wait, what did he just say?!

(OOC: This is just to clarify that the Marina in Lockdown isn't the Marina that Sinbad knows)

"You should hate it." He mutters, picking up another file. Marina Marlo, theft, pretty innocent compared to the others in here. He didn't think she deserved to be here.

"Sex is great." He says, borderline sarcastically. Sex is really great though, he thinks.

"That's fucking fantastic Pseudo. If I cared any more then I'd give exactly negative five hundred and six shits." Mulan snaps sinisterly, rolling her eyes at the wall. "I hope you die." What makes this bastard tick?

"I hope you die too, you little shit." He spits petulantly, keeping his back to her.

He puts her attitude down to bad parenting and that fact that she's a fucking idiot.