Darcy gulped and stared down at the new food infront of her. Why had he done that? She picked up the fork and put the food in her mouth. It was more food she had ever gotten in one meal. +chin up like you're confident+ Darcy finished the food and looked around at all of the men who were eati by their own food. A few looked over at her with a chuckle. She one saw one other kid who looked to be about her age, but his head was down, his face hidden from view. Darcy shrank in the chair. What would happen if she started deteriorating? This food looked like it would eat her from the inside out! She sighed and waited for the time where she could cry in her cell.

Rusty set his jaw and looked around at everyone else, who were behaving weirdly well. Usually at least 1 fight over food broke out. For people who have been transferred a lot, they say this prison has the best tasting *glop* out of any of them. Since he, as a former prisoner, had to eat the same stuff as them, he was quite thankful of that. A little while later the buzzer went off again. He jerked his head towards the exit as a gesture to get up, then followed them silently, although eyeing Martha more than the other two. The one other woman was always silent. Never meddled in other people's business. Never spoke to the guards. Rusty was fine with that on the outside, but he was EXTREMELY HORRIBLY LONELY on the inside. YEARS he had spent locked in this place without anyone to speak to. It had made him the surly brick wall he was.

Darcy jumped when the sound came again. She stood and walked back to the cell, eying the other woman. She looked back down and stood at her cell door after she walked in. It was definitely more like home than she thought it would. Her father had made her sleep in the basement. Darcy glanced down at her arm where multiple snake bites had scared. Yeah. What a great father.

Rusty glanced at Darcy before resuming his post near the wall, his sharp golden eyes surveying the place. Subconsciously he pulled his hat the slightest bit lower, crossing his thick arms as he thought. He kind of wish he wasn't built like a ... wall. Or a grizzly. In either case, he felt like the slowest brick of muscle ever. In around 30 minutes everyone got let out together to socialize (we're just doing it, don't worry about reality pfft lol), but even more guards were called in for that, in case a fight broke out- which it usually did. All the men knew not to mess with Martha- she was absolutely CRAZY. And they didn't mess with the other one because APPARENTLY she knew karate. The guys found that out the hard way. Darcy, however? Rusty was still not quite sure that she even committed the crime she did, and she looked like she couldn't kill a fly. Those men would be on her like leeches. Rusty grimaced a little and took his hat off for a second to anxiously run a hand through his hair, the first hint of emotion he had shown this whole time.

Darcy kept her head down, her eyes closed. A tear slowly slid down her cheek. What would have happened if she had checked he back of her car? Would the kid have been there? What if she had crashed? The child could have died! Darcy slid to the floor and quieted her tears. She stared at her feet for a second before getting up and walking around. She got to the door and watched as the guard removed his hat. She leaned against eh wall and just looked at him

Rusty ran a hand down his face before shoving his hat back on his head, glancing at the cells, his eyes catching Darcy's before he looked away, tugging his hat lower again so it hid his eyes. He hated his eyes. And his hair. Why did it all have to STAND OUT so much? He couldn't have been a normal brown-haired person with dark eyes. Nooo, he had to stick out like a baboon in the middle of Vegas. He leaned a little more heavily against the wall and stared at the floor, thinking.

Darcy winced when he looked away. She slid into she shadows everywhere she went, quietly surviving as if she wasn't there. She was used to it. Good at it even. She couldn't get away from her life, but now she was hidden in a jail cell when she was completely innocent!

Soon, instead of a buzzer, there was just a click and all the doors opened. Guards, of course, were right there- but this was one of the prisons that allowed this. There were tables lining the middle that even had dice and cards on them- which honestly Rusty wasn't quite sure why. This was a prison, not a free food place you went to play cards. However, the people enjoyed it. In a lot of prisons people went insane from sitting in the same cell so long, but that never happened here. Their wound count was a little higher though. Rusty got ready to actually be alert as most of the prisoners wandered out and sat down, talking roughly with each other, arm wrestling, and arguing. It was usually like this. With some of the *friendlier* prisoners, Rusty had even done some arm wrestling to pass the time. Not right now though, since he was on active duty

Darcy sat in the doorway of her cell. She wasn't stepping foot your that door. That was her only protection other than the guards, but what if they didn't get there in time and she got beat up? She was NOT putting herself in that type of danger. She was in enough danger. But she had escaped her first set of danger already by being out in another set of danger. She watched the prisoners go and play cards, some of them looking like they were about to rip the head off of one. Martha included. Her eyes seemed be throwing knives at Darcy's soul.

Rusty glanced carefully around, casting a glare at Martha before following the woman's gaze towards Darcy. Who was still in the cell. Suit herself- he really didn't care. It was probably safer in there, and it was easier for him to guard. Two of the men glanced at each other before standing up and starting to stride over to Darcy's cell. Rusty watched until they got too close before walking forward. "Where you going?" He asked stoutly. The men glared at him for a moment, seemingly deciding what they wanted to do. "Alastair, it ain't your business." They growled. "Very funny. It's my job. Don't go closer." He stated, pretty much towering over the two. One more wandered over, a taller one, still not as tall as him, though. The guy cracked his knuckles. "We want to go greet the new one." The man growled, and the other two stepped forward. Rusty raised his eyebrows. "Hm. Let me think about it for a moment..." "A- Nope! Sorry! Access denied." He offered a dry smile. The men were obviously starting to get angry.