Anyone there to talk to? TAG: Jim, Moses and Cale

Mulan dug her nails into her scalp as she shoved her hair back. It was that cell again. Her cell. With Sinbad. Why was she here? Why would he do this? Tears fill her eyes. She glances over at Jim and quickly wipes her eyes. She was here with him again. This couldn't have gotten any worse. Mulan presses her forehead to the cool wall and sinks to her knees. She couldn't stand to look at it. The mere thought of her physical being in its presence consumed her with darkness.
"I miss Sinbad." She sniffles, wiping her eyes. "Is anyone there!" She called out, non questioning; her voice falling slightly as she'd realized she'd invited someone to speak to her. Anyone. Before her angry motivated her to use Jim as a punching bag. And she knew he probably couldn't stand his ground like Sinbad and Eva. Though Eva was neck snapping psycho and Sinny was a juvenile disliking rapist. They had motives. He was probably just unlucky. Well hopefully she'd find out what type of people were on the other side.

Cale sat up all of a sudden, wondering who could be talking to him right now. He whipped his head around to look at every corner of the cell, but the only other person in there with him was his sleeping cell mate.

..the hell was that? he thought as he stared in the direction he thought the voice had come from, I wonder.. Cale crawled over to the wall and leaned against it.

'Hello?!' he shouted, wondering if he was starting to hear voices.

Mulan grins slightly. "What's up," She called back. "Name's Mulan."

'Cale,' he called back with a short reply.

Mulan.. I wonder what she did to get in here, he thought after hearing the female voice. Then he remembered what Dimitri had said a while ago, where could it be? He looked around the room and saw it, a folder filled with the names and faces of every prisoner in this place, or at least that's what he gathered from what Dimitri had told him.

'Mulan, Mulan, Mulan..' he repeated quietly to himself as he tried to find her name in the folder, whistling lowly when he found her as well as the long list of crimes she had been charged with.

'Well you're certainly a feisty one, aren't you?' he said, staring at her mugshot with a smile, 'how did you manage to fit all of this stuff in in your 17 years on earth?'

Mulan laughs at his joke, "The actual question is, how did I manage to make that record in a matter of hours, Cale." Mulan shrugs to herself. "Yeah, feisty, if you will." Mulan smirks. What did he do again? Mulan gances through her memory. Did she even look at his file? She had a photographic memory, she'd remember it if she-right! "Well I think you're no one to talk. Stealing cars is pretty out there don't ya think? Besides, you're only seven years older than me!" She exclaims.

[ OOC: When I read that last part all I could think of was that he was so old ;-; Then I remembered he's only 24 Damn her for being so young >.> <.< ]

'Hours?!' he started in disbelief, 'that must have been one helluva night,' he said as he wondered what exactly had happened, surely a 17 year old girl wouldn't kill someone out of anything other than self defence, right?

Cale laughed, 'ah, but when I do it it's in exchange for food and a place to live.. and a pretty nice place at that,' he added, he didn't really care for his adopted father, but his house was big enough so that they could both be there for a week and he'd never see him.
He stared at the wall for a little while before asking, 'were those few hours a party gone wrong, or were you alone looking for trouble?'

(OOC: Lol, yeah, she gets that a lot <33 )
"Yeah hours," Mulan holds her hands up in surrender. "I know, I know. It really was though. If only I could clearly remember it." Mulan lstes before rolling her eyes, "That's sounds like a good liestyle. You know, before you get caught." She teases. She then stares at the ceiling. She was surprised Cale had been able to guess what had happened. Or at least the setting. Mulan chuckles. "Well that depends. The murder, or the drugs, or the sex trafficking? It was all separate."

'Yeah, getting caught was kind of a drag,' he chuckled lowly before muttering, 'I'm sure my boss had something to do with it though..'
'Well I'm just guessing here, but were the drugs just to add a little extra fun to the night?' he asked, wishing he had used more time on enjoying himself with the drugs his father made him sell.

Mulan frowns and runs a hand through her hair before rubbing the bump in the back of her head. It didn't hurt, but it comforted her in a sense. "Nah. I took those Stupid things so I could try to forget what I'd done." Mulan smirks. "And forget I did. Drugs are some scary ass things, you know."