Darcy's eyes widened. "You- you were stuck here? " she looked down. This was the cell he was in? "And you didn't do anything either..?" She gulped and spoke "what did you do? Sorry. You don't have to answer. I just don't think it's fair that you know what I did- or was accused of doing- while you get to be a mysterious wall" she crossed her arms and looked away. Her soft voice was hardened because of all of the locked-in anger over the years.

Rusty took his hat off and raked a hand through his hair again. "Yes. And no." He answered, irritated at himself for being so open, but at the same time so so lonely. He had been in here for years, away from his family and everything. He needed someone to talk to. Someone that might understand. At her next words he lifted his eyebrows slightly. "I'm not a mysterious wall. You just see what you want to see." He answered curtly, his voice flat now, but he softened slightly to finish answering. "I was convicted of murder. Way worse than child kidnapping, in most people's opinion. If it matters, not that anyone will believe me, least of all you, someone else did a mighty fine job framing me. I'm paying the price. Not a life-long sentence, but a 30 year long prison sentence. I have been in here since I was 18, which means I've served 3 years of my sentence already. 27 more years I'll have to stand in the walls of this building and eat the same food as everyone else, but instead being seen as equal, a prisoner, I'm seen as an enemy. Worse or better." He knew it was way too much information, but he couldn't hold back at this point. Now that it was out maybe he'd be fine for another 3 years before he had to pour out his life story again.

Darcy's eyes softened the more he spoke. "Oh" she looked down "sorry" her brain wanted her to spill, but she couldn't. "I don't even know how long I'm going to be in here" she shrunk back against the wall and stared down at her feet... so helpless and vulnerable. She felt like her life was caving in on her the more she spoke. She felt life this was more than she had ever spoken her entire life.

Rusty shook his head. "It doesn't matter. It's too late for me." He answered, glancing away before looking at her again. "Only 2 years. You got lucky, really... I know it seems like your life is ending, and I understand, I do, but you could've gotten up to a 20 year prison sentence. Since you did not hurt the kid in any way and there wasn't good evidence, you got a short sentence. In my opinion ..." He sighed. "You shouldn't have been charged at all. Just from your report, I'm assuming you didn't do anything. And most likely you know exactly what happened and it went along those lines." He said quietly, glancing at the other people.

Darcy nodded quietly "oh" was the only word she could get out. "Do you like it? Being a guard I mean." She didn't know why she was still speaking. She couldn't get herself to stop. Her soft voice quieted toward the end of her question. To the point where it was almost not audible. She glanced up at the man before looking back down

Rusty ducked his head slightly again. Grrr. He shouldn't be speaking, but his mouth moved in its own. "Not really. I can't keep to myself and I pretty much have to let myself get beat up all the time because if I fight back its prisoner abuse. I can't make a single bad move or I'll go right back in the cell and never come back out again." He murmured quietly, just high enough to be heard. He didn't even know why he was speaking anymore. Darcy probably didn't care. He raked his fingers through his hair again before putting his hat on his head, his golden eyes flicking around.

Darcy listened intently, for some reason hanging on every word. She watched him fidget with his hat before speaking "that's terrible. Atleast you have a little bit of freedom..." she sighed and glanced at his eyes- was that... gold?- before forcing herself to stare at the ground and the ground only.

Rusty rubbed the back of his neck, his golden eyes flitting to the ground again. "A little bit of freedom. You don't know the half of it." He repeated with a small shake of his head, sidling away slightly before looking around again. He combed his fiery red hair under his hat and put it back on. This was going to be a long boring shift. At least he got to SLEEP.

Darcy sighed. "If you could make one wish..." she looked up at the dark wall "what would it be?" Her voice was so soft she doubted anyone could hear her. Martha groaned from the cell across from her. "If you don't shut your pie hole I'll break through and do it myself!" She yelled from her side of the bars. Darcy gulped and stared straight ahead again. "Sorry Mrs Prissy Pants. I don't listen to you. " she muttered before catching a glare from the woman across from her

Rusty glanced back. "I..." He trailed off. "To get everyone out of here that didn't actually commit any crime." He answered, his voice low, then all but marched over to Martha and glared at her. "And if you don't shut up I'll tape it shut and lock you in your cell " He snarled before going back to his normal spot- well, a little closer to Darcy this time.