Darcy was quiet, her eyes taking in her dark, musty surroundings. She got up and walked around the small cell. She stopped at the door and watched the guard from earlier walking up. She looked away, her eyes finding an older woman sitting on a cot in the cell across from her. "Well well well. Look who we have here. What's your name?" She cocked her head to the side. "I'm Darcy..." she said softly, unable to get higher than a whisper

Rusty rubbed his hands before crossing his arms and leaned against a wall, his sharp eyes surveying the prison cells. Then kind of staring into space. He was obviously still very alert. At every noice he would twitch slightly and his eyes would flick towards it before returning to their normal spot. As the women started talking he glanced at them but ignored it, rubbing the back of his neck for a second with a sigh. Grr. This job was boring and depressing, but... he couldn't really do anything else. They had needed a new guard and he had a long story behind why he had to be here. He was in these cells once, when he was 18, and he had only gotten out because they had told him- be a prison guard or be a prisoner. It was pretty much the same both ways. He was still stuck in here.

Darcy stared at the woman. "Fresh meat here guys" she called to the men further down the cells. Darcy's eyes widened and she eyed the guard standing nearby. "Umm..." her voice cracked as eyes started to trace up and down her body. She stepped away and stared at the wall, tears filling her eyes. She would never survive here

Rusty's bright, steely eyes narrowed as the words entered his ears. "Hey, Martha." He barked sharply. The older woman looked up with a scowl. "Shut up. You're literally scaring her to death. If you don't quiet down, I'll help you myself." He stated firmly, his voice low and chilly as he spoke to the prisoner. She scoffed and looked away, a sign he had come to learn as *pfft, fine. But only because I know you'll make good on your word*. He then walked over to Darcy's cell. "None of them can get to you. And don't listen to anything they say. It'll make it worse." He said quietly, then left to go back to his post, again scanning the dark interior. Only 10 more minutes till all the prisoners got to go to lunch. The woman ate separately, thank himself, as he had pretty much begged the captain for it.

Darcy lifted her eyes and nodded a little, unable to find her voice. She looked around before deciding she was tired of silence. She hummed a song quietly to herself, hoping on her life that no one could hear her. Her pale blue eyes closed and her hair fell slightly over her shoulder. She took a deep breath and continued her song quietly

Rusty was getting REALLY tired of standing. He huffed quietly and searched for a chair before grabbing one and returning to his chosen spot, sitting down. There was the usual clamor and loud noise, male voices talking, taunting each other, the usual threatening which he had tried and couldn't stop. Soon the buzzer rang and guards came out, each one in charge of a group of prisoners. Since Rusty had been re-assigned, he opened the cells for the three women, clasping the thinner chains around their wrists that they would be wearing as long as they were here, but that were longer so they could still move. He then started alongside them towards the place where they ate, which was in the same room as the men, just on a different side.

Darcy gave a slight gasp when a bell rang. "What's that?" She asked when her hands were bound again. The woman from earlier scowled and glared at her. Darcy shut her mouth immediately and looked away. She walked silently the rest of the way to the table. She sat and stared at the glop on her tray. She wasn't eating that, but she had also seen worse food. Or none. She hesitantly picked up her fork and ate a bite. It wasn't that bad, but it wasn't the best she had eaten.

Rusty looked at Darcy as she spoke, his red eyebrows lifting slightly. "The dinner buzz. 1 buzz for lunch, 2 for dinner, 3 for breakfast." He answered curtly, sending a glare to the older woman. "Martha if you can't keep your eyes to yourself I will slap them off." He rolled his eyes. He never was going to do anything, but Martha was ANNOYING. He glanced at the food before leaning against the wall, his sharp eyes looking around at the other guards and prisoners.

Darcy picked at the food for a bit before the woman- Martha- grabbed her food and started gobbling it down. "If you won't- eat it- I will" Darcy's eyes were wide with shock. "Umm but that was mine" she ventured, glancing around. The woman shrugged and slid the last bit into her mouth

Rusty was lost in though for a second before looking down to see the last of Darcy's meal disappearing into Martha's mouth. "I swear I will kill you woman before you even get out of here. Which you NEVER WILL. Physcotic maniac." He muttered, along with a couple others things, under his breath, before stalking over to the counter and talking to the cook for a second. He came back with another part of a meal. "Here. Take my meal. And also? Put your chin up and start acting like you're confident, even if you aren't. People will respect you more." He all but huffed at Darcy, putting the plate down and wheeling on Martha. "If you even DARE touch this food I will treat it like you stole MY food and you will go into a separate cell and be CHAINED TO A WALL. Got it, sweetheart?" He asked with a snort. Martha rolled her eyes, but nodded faintly and turned away. Rusty backed up and crossed his arms, watching the table more carefully now.