Morning after branding (starring Dean, Mulan, and Eva!)

oic: for the record, I'm so not clumsy! It'd be hard to be an MMA champion and you're clumsy. lol

Mulan sighed. She supposed Eva was right. But she couldn't help it, it was in her nature. It was who she was. She couldn't help if she got angry over the small things... well actually she could but this past week all that shattered before her and she was already in Hell so what else did she have to live for? She couldn't fight anymore and unless her attorney did as she said, her parents were probably spending her well earned money unless her best friend was still around... which reminded her.
"Hey Prince McCoppin, do we get visitation?"

(That's what Eva thinks because of how she is acting, not what I think x3 I don't have anything to write to this since Mulan didn't reply to her, so I'll just wait for Dean to respond if that's alright. c:)

Dean raised an amused eyebrow when F10020 came forward. She seemed the most level headed of the two. He chuckled at C48300's question. "Yeah, you're not demons, kid; because if you were, then the demons in Hell won't play with you like I know they will." He said, with a grin.

"Yeah, ooh, sorry, but no." Dean said, answering C48300's question. "At least not until we want you to have visits." He said, with a shrug.

"You're not sorry." She grumbles, resembling a little kid. She was sure her best friend would figure that soon enough. She sighs. She had nothing left to say or patronize.

Dean shrugged again. "You're right." He said, before turning to F10020. 

"Games will begin whenever we want them too." He said, not giving her a helpful answer.

"Thanks for that large expanse of information, careful McCoppin or I won't be able to keep up with you," Eva's sarcasm made a quick return as she rolled her eyes. Quickly, she reached her hand out from between the bars and grabbed hold of his shirt, pulling him towards her. "Can you get a message to Korso for me?" She whispered to him so Mulan couldn't hear, before raising an eyebrow.

Dean yanked her hand off of his shirt. "If you do that again, you'll get more then pepper spray." He said, in a low tone.

He found it funny that she thought Korso couldn't hear them anyways. "Are you going to tell me or not?" He asked, annoyed.

"And I'm sure Korso would be pleased with that," Eva leaned backwards and folded her arms promptly across her chest. She had seen him with the other guard before in their interview, he had warned him not to be too heavy handed. She was sure all the guards would be under the same instructions.

"If I tell you, he will most likely hear it and therefore dismiss it," Eva replied bluntly. "If I don't tell you, well... let's just say I am playing on his curiosity. I want a meeting with him." It was what for that she refused to tell.

Dean let out a laugh at her request. "Sure he heard your request, princess." He stated, nodding to the camera.

"He'll meet with you if he wants to, but don't get your hopes up too high." He said, with a smirk.

"Well lets hope so," Eva shrugged. "Oh my hopes aren't high McCoppin, but his should be." She smiled playfully, tilting her head to the side before walking away and keeping her back to him. She was done talking for now.

Mulan stares slightly wide eyed at them for a moment. What is she doing? Even though she was in earshot, she couldn't hear, they were talking too low. All she made out was the name "Korso," Mulan's eyes narrow suspiciously. "Who's Korso?" She turns to Eva. She was still in front of Dean.

(OOC:Or at least I think I'll have to check)

(She had turned around by this point xD So now she is facing Mulan <3)

"Better if you don't know," The corners of Eva's mouth twisted upwards to form a slight smirk. "So Mulan, how about you tell me more about yourself?" She attempted to distract her, sitting down on the mattress and patting the space beside her. Playing friendly was the best form of defence, if she could gather allies even if only later to betray them, that could only strengthen her position. Getting others to trust her, but never trusting them. That was how she had gone so long not getting caught.

Dean shook his head, before walking away without a word. They were starting to bore him.

Mulan glances back at Dean before joining Eva. Why does she want to know more about me? She sits down and ducks her head before flipping her hair out of her face. She retrieves her gum and splits a stick in half. She had to save all she could. "What do you want to know about me?"

"Anything really," Eva shrugged. She didn't even really mind if what the child said was a complete lie, as long as it was something. She loved hearing stories about other people, it helped her relax and it could also be useful in piecing together their personalities.

Mulan stared at her. Slightly surprised that Eva actually wanted to listen to someone as child like as she. Mulan pops her gum. "Well, when I was a kid, I didn't have any friends. I used to get annoyed and beat them up. I used to chew gum because it kept me occupied." Mulan tilts her head to the side. "I met my first friend when I was in the third grade. My parents were trying to figure out a way for me to channel my anger. And they put me in tumbling. And that's where I met her." Mulan smiles painfully.
"We were practicing front walk over, round off, back handspring, back tucks." Mulan pauses, biting back her emotions. "She was the best at all of the complicated ones. So we were playing a tumbling version of knock out. You know with basketball? And she kept winning. I couldn't believe how good she was at it. It was as if she were made of water. I tripped on my walk over but I still nearly beat her. Nonetheless, I lost. And she... She came up to me. Only me. And had good sportsmanship. I told her to get away from me. She said she'd heard of me. But who hadn't? I was the girl they used to say was possessed by a demon. They called me the Dragon since I was Chinese. I told her I didn't care. She started to explain what I did wrong on my execution. And I got mad. Who was this girl? Another 8 year old who wasn't even an instructor and a prodigy at that. Who was she to tell me what I'd done wrong. And I beat her up." Mulan chews her gum a moment before continuing.
"The next day was the day I found out the little bitch went to my school. She came up to me, and started talking. I couldn't believe it, I'd bruised her face and given her a black eye. Her stomach was nearly completely purple in bruises, and yet she still-"Mulan broke off. Blinking back her tears. "Some kids saw her talking to me and decided to tell her who I was. And she stood up for me. I couldn't believe it. I walked away. That night at tumbling she was making jokes and being nice. I still don't understand. And before I knew it, she was always with me. Over my house and going places with me." Mulan smiles. "She began training for the Olympics the same time I started fighting and devoting myself to it. We were about 11. We homeschooled together. We've always been together since then." Mulan smiles gently. She couldn't retain the painful memories of the other children. Mulan closed her eyes and tilts her head back.
"Well that's my childhood. What's next? Any details or anything?"

(OOC: Evaaaaa Where'd you goo? Are you okayy? Please be alive!!!)

[OOC: Mulan, I suggest you read this topic: https://lockdownroleplay.rpg-board.net/t117-adios-inactivity ^^]

(OOC: Ohhh,... right.. in my defense, I never saw that!)

[OOC: Haha, no worries xDD I figured you hadn't seen it, why I showed you ]

(OOC: Thanks! <3)