Here comes another one (Tag moses)

Through the darkness Jamika felt dejavu and forced herself up. "Mulan." she sounded off groggily as she began to sit up slowly. Hearing no response from the young girl. Jamika looked around for her and realized she was in a different room. It still looked like a prison so this couldn't have been one of the games Mulan told her about. But her room did look better than the piss pot she was originally in. Though better didn't mean good it still held that rotten smell and looked repulsive.  She began to check her body. The first time she woke up she found a disgusting brand on her neck. She could only imagine what else they did to her. She wouldn't have been surprised if they took organs from prisoners to sell. Nothing seemed to be added or missing but her piece of the vase she was carving on the walls with. She didn't get to write much. Just slowly carved a dent into the wall. She would definitely make up for that here. She wondered if she was alone as the room was quiet. She turned to see a man lying on the floor. She knew she shouldn't have been surprised Mulan did mention some male names that she said died in this prison. But she was still surprised that this was a unisex. Though she had a feeling that whoever was in charge of these switches. Were going to room her with what she could assume was the only black man. Not that she didn't appreciate it the man was handsome. Just not her type and looked nothing like robin her husband. If that is what they were trying to go for. She began predicting her next switch was going to be with another black woman to get her sister in her head. seeing as he wasn't waking up. She went to find the binder and find out who he was.

His limbs were stiff and aching, an inevitable result of being forced to remain motionless for such a long time. In general there were too few opportunities for physical exercise, in his opinion. It was as good as impossible to keep one's body in good shape, the lack of nutrients not exactly helping either. It was most unfortunate. Outside had been far more pleasant, even when surrounded with cages and rotting bodies. Why did it have to end so quickly again? Though another more pressing question followed after that - why was he still alive? Oh, not that he wasn't grateful. His will to survive was the reason he had ended up here in the first place. However it would be nice to know if there was a reason for his prolonged time, with prisoners dropping dead like flies around him. It might very well be a coincidence. All he could do was do what had been doing all this time, playing his own little game without breaking the rules. Speaking of which...

Eyes cracked open, gaze subtly sweeping through the room. It was a bit different from the last one, though the painting was still nothing compared to the skulls that had decorated his first cell. Good old times. Naturally there would be a new cell mate to be found, but for once he wasn't completely fixated on nestling himself inside of their mind in whatever way possible. Like a cat after a nap, he slowly stretched himself before rolling onto his other side to face his new companion. A female this time, probably a bit older than himself. His lips curled into a child-like smile almost immediately and he gave a cheerful wave. "Hello there, sweet. I hope I won't bore you."

(Hello there)

Jamika looked up from the binder in the direction she heard her cellmates voice. She closed the binder and placed it on her left side as she looked down at him on the floor. "I'm sure you won't and if we do run out of things to talk about we can comment on the art along with your cannibalism. In all my years of crime I never met a person who has consciously chosen this. What would you call it? Lifestyle?" she asked. Letting her true interest show with addressing the elephant in the room to her.