Two Chicas and a Guard (Chel, Kida, & Dean)

{OOC: Seeing as Dean has visited C1 and C4, didn't think it was right for him to not visit C2 XD btw, takes place before your ttw with c1, is that okay? :3}

Dean moved on to the cell number two after getting tired of the two girls in there. He glanced into the cell and saw how the two were still sleeping after the branding.

He wondered if these two were going to be more fun then the last two. The Fa girl was just a kid with anger management issues...

She'd be fun to break.

Dean walked over to the wall opposite of C2 and watched as the women started to stir.

((OOC: No, thank you actually ^^ I wanted to do the initial reactions to the branding))

Kida woke up with a sharp pain on her neck. She rolled her neck, thinking it was just a result of the hard mattress she slept on. Looking over to her cellmate, Chel was moving a little, but Kida had still woken up first. Right, time to scope out the place then. She drank some of the water that was left from last night only to be interrupted by her stomach, growling loudly. She ate some of her half of the bread from last night, but it was barely edible. It was enough that they were served hard, stale bread, but waiting another day to eat it only made it seem like rock.

As she stood up to begin looking around, she saw a man standing near the wall and she jumped back a little. "How long have you been standing there?!" Kida exclaimed.

Loud voices shook Chel out of her sleep. But she was thankful for it. The dreams were of the past again, even though she'd finally gotten around to forgetting it. Whatever. There were more important things right now.

Chel sat up from where she'd been dumped on her pillows, gently moving her hair away from her throbbing neck. She needed to keep that area clean, for sure. Looking up, she saw a man standing nearby, probably another guard. "Is this how you treat all your guests, or are we just extra special?" Chel asked in a sarcastic tone, but her eyes were serious. Maybe they were singled out. But Kida, she didn't do enough 'serious' (at least in Chel's mind) crimes to warrant that treatment. Theft? It didn't exactly deserve pain like this.

"Not long." Dean said, with a shrug.

"Don't worry, everyone got them." He said, with a smile. "Think of it as that stamp you get on the back of your hand when you go to the carnival... buuut this one doesn't wash off and it's on the back of your neck." He explained, looking at the two.

Stamp? Kida felt the back of her neck where the pain was and when she felt a mark of some kind, she removed her hand immediately, scared to touch it. She looked at Chel, and from where she was positioned Kida could manage to make out a few markings that looked like numbers and letters. Is it our prison numbers? She snarled at the guard, "Is this some kind of sick joke to you?" She felt the mark one more time. "And who did this to us?"

"I hate to point this out to you, but putting it on the back of our necks to remind us of our situation seems a little silly. Why not on our foreheads or our stomachs? That would make a little more sense." Not that she minded, though. She just wanted to irritate him a little. Get under his skin, for petty, laughable revenge.

She looked over at Kida as she shouted at him. "Of course this is a joke to him. Can't you tell?" she said before looking back at Dean. "Did that blonde bimbo guard do it? And here I was hoping we were getting along so well..."