So You Feel Entitled to the Sense of Control? (TAG: Helga)

It was getting darker outside and some of the lights were going dim as per the instructions.... 8:55pm.... Anya was letting her cellmate get some much needed rest. She on the other hand could not slee, it was racing in her mind at the speed of light all the thoughts feelings and true emotion she was feeling after the branding. Experiencing a silent scream.... she had always let her victims scream, but now she had learned the experience of torturous silence a lesson she would not soon forget. It made her.... excited and alive.

5 more minutes and the lights were to be turned out...

But all Anya could do was smile and let her cell mate rest as she finished her job of sharpening the nails of her one hand. Ahhhh it felt so good to have something to scratch and cut with, giving a small twirl in the cell she proceeded to dance for a moment just letting her thoughts go. Without any control she felt the most in control, a lesson she learned long ago.... never try to hold too tight unto control.

Helga had walked around the prison all day; meeting the other guards and examining how the prison was run. Darkstone Prison was a lot different from the other one that her father ran in Germany. It was different, but better- more organized. Helga liked that.

She turned a corner to B Hall, the hall that Korso had instructed her to guard while she was there. She could hear small whispers of the prisoners trapped inside their cells but paid no attention to what they were saying.

Before she left the hall, one of the prisoners caught her eye. It was a woman seemingly dancing in her cell. Helga raised her eyebrows and walked over to the rails and glared at the woman.

"What got you all excited?" She asked sarcastically, folding her arms.

The red haired woman stopped her twirl smirking as she heard a voice from the outside... must be one of the guards for who else roamed outside? A pair of bright blue eyes appearing at the door of the cell a small soft giggle "wouldn't you like to know? perhaps I have done something good or perhaps I have done something bad.... of course if I hadn't done something bad in the first place I wouldn't be here now would I? well the lights are supposed to be out in 5 so I guess you will not know until morning" coming off as one of the those unregretful types.... the ones the system didnt reform no matter how many times they went in the prison.

Anya's eyes scanned over Helga finally finding what she wanted "..... Sinclair..... mmmm are you the guard for this block? if so.... I think we are going to get along just fine"

"Well, I suppose I would like to know." Helga started to say, putting her finger on her chin. "But I'm sure I can figure it out while I'm at home in a warm bed with the freedom to do whatever I please while you're trapped in here." The woman amused Helga but she didn't show even the slightest expression. She just kept her face blank, to keep the woman wondering.

Helga watched the woman scan her name tag. "Aren't you a quick one to judge?" She said, giving her a slight smirk. "How can you be so sure?" Helga could pick up on the woman's sarcasm but just thought she could play along.

"you think im being rude dont you? probably get that alot.... the late hour shifts, the crazies screaming at you... I bet its a bit fun but... everything has a down side. The worlds chaotic and here you are just trying to provide a little order to the place. But no one really appreciates the hard work it takes... the dedication...." Anastasia spoke with calm soft words "no... I think we are going to be good friends because I know... im not leaving here and a woman of your age at this kinda job? you probably wont either"

Helga raised her chin so that she was slightly looking down at the woman. "That's sweet that you sympathize me," she whispered, looking at the woman in straight in the eyes. "But I don't need your pity. I'm not here to be your friend, I'm here to do my job. And that is, to make sure you don't do anything.." Helga squinted her eyes at her slightly. "Stupid."

Helga placed her hands in her pockets and slowly paced across the front of her cell. "Not that you would. You look like you're a clever young woman." She stopped abruptly in front of her. "But don't underestimate me, A66134. I've worked my whole life with people like you who think they can deceive their way through everything and it doesn't end well."

".... you know whats funny?" she smirked looking at her "I dont pity you.... im happy for you.... you know what you are and what you do..... I wouldnt dream of challenging your authority at least, not while you awake. And... this is me being honest" she said slowly leaning in and whispering softly "I dont want out... I dont deserve to be out.... I would have made my appeal,had I put in the paperwork for it. But I didn't" chuckling a bit at that

Helga nodded at the woman, she had respect for her there's no doubt about that. The woman knew her place and wasn't trying to be anyone she wasn't. Helga looked at her watch and sighed. "Lights out is in a couple minutes," she replied to the woman, with nothing else to say to her. "You should probably get some sleep. You have a long day of..." She trailed off and smiled. "Nothing ahead of you." She couldn't help but make fun of her. At least the woman knew her place.

Anya just watched her and simply nodded her head for a moment seeming to withdraw from the door ".... thank you Miss. Sinclair.... oh.... one more thing" she said and soon was right in front of the door again with a smile on her face "If I were you.... I would take care around the King of this Hell.... I think he may be more like one of me... then one of you. You have a good night Miss. Sinclair.... I look forward to seeing you at breakfast" bowing her head to the woman and almost seeming to curtsey in her cell before withdrawing within, giving a small twirl.

Helga pursed her lips together tightly. "How wonderful of you to share your little thoughts with me." She told her, watching her give a small curtsy. She raised her eyebrows then nodded her head a bit. "I suppose I will see you tomorrow morning, A66134. Have a delightful evening." And at that, Helga turned on her heel and slowly started to walk down the hallway.

She walked past each cell and made sure that there were no prisoners loose. Once everything was clear, she stood at the end of the hall until a loud beeping noise filled the air along with the lights dimming. It was going to be a long night.