Coffee Break {Tag: Helga}

Dean walked into the staff room and poured himself a cup of coffee. He got done with the newest prisoner's "interview" and really needed his coffee to stay awake. "this is going to be a looong day..." He mumbled to himself, before taking a sip of his coffee. He had about thirty minutes before he had to report to his section... plenty of time for him to get the coffee into his system.

He moved over to the couch and sat down, relaxing. He hadn't seen Aurora since the whole kiss thing... He wondered if he screwed up everything with her...

After a long and exhausting shift, Helga went to the Staff Room to get some coffee and relax before her next night shift started. As she slowly walked into the room, she found McCoppin already taking a quick coffee break. "How's your day been?" Helga asked, breaking the awkward silence. She walked over to the coffee machine and poured herself a cup.

She went over to the couch where Dean was sitting and snuggled up against the side. She felt cold inside her body and inside her heart and she couldn't shake that. She could never go back, what happened, happened. She hoped the coffee would heat her up and put the color back into her face.

"So far, tiring... but I didn't get much sleep the night before, doesn't' help that I had to interview the newest addition to the cells." He said, rolling his eyes, feeling grouchy still.

Damn, coffee... hurry up... He thought, before taking another drink. He glanced over at Sinclair to see her looking paler then normal. "You okay? Did one of the prisoners do something?" He asked, not even being sarcastic. He didn't like it when the prisoners felt they could do what they want... So, if they did something to make Sinclair upset, he'd be glad to set them straight. Korso would get annoyed with Dean for doing Sinclair's job for her, but Dean was just that way.

Helga tried giving Dean a warm smile. "No," she said softly. "Thank you though." She swallowed her coffee hard and stared off into the distance. She needed to get used to killing, it was apparently apart of her job now. She wondered if her father would've been disappointed or proud of her. She looked at Dean a bit and couldn't help but smile. She was taken back at the fact that he cared if someone were to hurt her or not. No one really showed her that much interest before. At least someone who she was allowed to show interest back to.

She sighed and placed the mug on the coffee table. "So," Helga said, eager to change the subject. "What is this new prisoner like?"

Dean watched her closely, before deciding she was speaking at least a half truth. "All right then..." He said, before taking another drink of his coffee. He glanced at her out of the corner of his eyes and noticed the smile, causing him to raise an eyebrow in question, but he didn't say anything.

He looked at her when she sighed. "Eh, a cocky one." He said, after she asked him what the prisoner was like. "Apparently Korso personally caught this one... Which is a bit rare for him to be the one doing the catching." He said, having read her full file before having spoken to her. "She was a thief and felt she was extremely lucky just because she was born on a Friday the 13th." He said, rolling his eyes a little.

Helga scoffed at his comment. "Oh great," she said, rolling her eyes. "Another smart-ass." She propped herself up on the couch and pulled some files out of her bag. She brought out the one with prisoner "E24248" on it. She scanned the file closely and sighed, closing it. She rubbed her temples deep in thought, then turned to face Dean.

"I have a question," she started to ask. "If a prisoner, let's say, dies in here. What happens to them? Does the government get involved?" She couldn't help but ask the questions, they had been boiling in her mind for hours.

Dean raised an eyebrow at the number on the file. His mind went back to that prisoner and when he had a brief conversation with her. At her question to him, his face gave a look of realization. "Ah... Heh, only if Korso wants them too." He stated, smirking before sipping some of his coffee. 

"Usually the bodies get either moved down into one of the rooms in Division 0 or they get carried out in a body bag at some point." He said, shrugging. "There's been a rare occasion that they get buried here... It depends on Korso's mood. Though, there has been occasions where he's used their bodies to set examples to the other prisoners." He said, his tone casual.

Dean glanced at her, before a frown appeared on his face. "... Did something happen to make you ask?" He asked, getting the feeling that something had to have happened to cause her to ask these questions.

It wasn't usually something that just randomly popped into mind.

{OOC: I am soooooooo sorry for the long wait! Had a lot coming up @_@ Here it is though! Finally got his with the right inspiration to knock this baby out for you... Again, sorry, hun! DX}

{OOC: Noo problem at all I'm very patient, don't worry! }

Helga looked up at Dean when he asked her the question. She felt exhausted. She stayed up all night just thinking about Jane, nothing else on her mind. She sighed and rubbed her temples. She wasn't one to share all of her secrets but she had to get it out to someone, she had to tell someone she knew she could trust.

She turned to face Dean and sighed. "Korso," she started to say, looking down at her hands. "He made me do something I regret. Something I can never take back." She bit her lip hard. She wasn't going to start crying again, not today. She let out another sigh and held her hands together on her lap.

Dean gave her a grim, but understanding look. "... He does that..." He said, quietly as he set his coffee down on the coffee table.

"If he thinks you'll break a rule or give him too much lip or some crap like that, he'll make you do things... And if you want to keep your job and not get black listed, you'll learn to live with the nightmares. Following his orders to a "t" is the only way for that not to happen." Dean stated, turning to her as he spoke.

"He's made me do some things just because I'm stubborn by nature." He said, shrugging. "Why the hell he keeps me around? Probably so he can laugh at me having to do his dirty work." He said, rolling his eyes.

If Helga had been Aurora, he probably would have held her hand or had her look up at him, but he didn't know Helga well enough to actually do that. Though, seeing how strong she usually was made him feel like he needed to help her out somehow with seeing how she was trying to hold in how upset she was. 

"Look... it's none of my business in what he made you do... But you are going to need a go to person to talk about all the crap that goes on here with... Au-Lannister and I use each other; so... I'm sure if you don't want to talk to me about it, you could talk to her... With how Korso runs the place, I think it may be best to keep it inside the prison walls... Just not with the prisoners; they might try to use it against you if they see you weak..." He told her, hoping that he helped a little in her being able to get through the vile things that Korso made them do...

He even had brief moments that he felt he was just as bad as them... He always pushed those thoughts out though...

They would get in the way of the job.

Helga nodded and tried giving Dean a small smile. She curled up her legs on the couch and took a sip of her coffee. "Tell me, Dean," Helga started to say. "How do you manage working here? I mean, I've only been here a week or so and I feel as if I'm already doing an awful job." She tapped her fingers on the cup quietly, then set it down.

No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't get the thought of Jane dying out of her mind. At least the death was in her sleep. She hoped that she felt no pain. Helga tried to shake away all the negativity and focus on Dean.

Dean shrugged. "I detach myself." He stated, with no hesitation. "I don't look at the prisoners as human being anymore; they felt they were better then the law, so in my mind, they have lost their humanity and shouldn't be treated that way." He said, before picking up his coffee again and taking another sip of it.

"Attachment only leads to trouble, besides ever since I was a kid, I've always hated criminals." He said, shrugging. "But, yeah, don't think of them as humans... because they really aren't anymore... I also just put my emotions away... Don't let the prisoners get to me, don't let Korso get to me... Just being emotionless helps..." He said, before leaning back on the couch.

He looked over at Helga. "If you made a mistake, prove you learned from it. Don't make it again and there won't be trouble." He told her.

Helga fell silent when he talked about the prisoners. She strongly disagreed with him but chose to not say anything. She just nodded her head, pretending to agree with him. Jane was a human. She had feelings, she could love, or hate, or admire. She was just like anyone else. It made Helga cringe to hear that Dean thought all of them as trash. She cared so much for Jane. But she felt so much like a monster.

Helga tucked the hair behind her ear. She bit her lip and looked back up at him. "I suppose I should talk to Lannister." She said calmly, hoping that the other guard would understand her better. "Speaking of her, where is she anyway?"

Dean looked at her amused when she piped up and said she should talk to Aurora instead of him. Women work better together in the talking area... He thought, before shrugging at her question.

"Haven't seen her, but she's probably at her post right now." He said, looking at the watch on his wrist. "I'm sure you'll be able to catch up with her." He told her, taking another drink of his coffee.

Ahh... finally kicking in... He thought, feeling content, but not showing it.

Helga pursed her lips together and took another sip of her coffee. "Thank god for coffee, right?" She asked, laughing. "I don't think I would be able to survive with out it." She tried to lighten the conversation instead of thinking about the horrible mistake she made.

"You, Sinclair, just read my mind." Dean said, with a chuckle. "Didn't get much sleep last night myself and it doesn't help that I'm addicted to this stuff to begin with..." He said, rolling his eyes a little.

"So, if you don't mind my asking, where did you work before here?" He asked, having been curious. "Though, I'm actually surprised you're starting a conversation with me; you weren't so up to that in the beginning." He said, raising an eyebrow, but he still had a slight smile on his face.

Helga let out a small laugh. "I actually worked with my father in a prison in Frankfurt, Germany. I was there for my whole life." She looked up at Dean with an apologetic smile. "I am sorry about that, I was really nervous when I first started the job. I just wanted to make sure people knew I wasn't weak." She sighed. "It's a trait I unfortunately got from my father."

Helga sat back and thought about how much she had changed in the past month since she had first gotten to Darkstone Prison. She was cold and appeared as if she could care less of anyone. She was so used to having her father there to keep her in line and keep her emotionless. Now that he was gone, she enjoyed her new, softer side.

"Cool, so you've been the prison business for awhile, huh?" He asked, interested.

He waved her apology off. "Don't worry about it; we all get like that from time to time." He stated, knowing that everyone got nervous when first starting out.