[CLOSED] Locked up and chained down.

[dakota marie dalton]

She plopped down on the bed, letting Lillian lay in her lap. Her eyes wondered over to Damon, studying him carefully before turning her attention back to the kitten. "Are you not goin to eat?" Koty asked after a few minutes of silence had passed. She never really liked silence, but there was plenty of it here. She chewed on her lip, her hand running across the kitten's fur. "It's not too awful, better than the ones they make at the schools here."

[damon angler dawson]

Damon shrugged. "No," He muttered. He glanced up at her, then at the door quietly. Turning towards it, he peered out the barred windows, hands tracing the metal. He pulled at them helplessly, a sobbed building in his throat. He moved to the bars in the metal door, started to pound on it angrily. "Let me out... I don't wanna be here.." Tears fell down his cheeks and his slid slowly down to the ground, pulling his knees up and hugging them close, hair hiding his face.

[dakota marie dalton]

Dakota sighed, glancing up for a moment as he pulled at the window's bars. She stayed on the bed, not wanting to interfer, it could be a trick. She bit her tongue, holding back the remark about the surgeon. Standing up, she held Lillian close as she inched closer and closer to Damon. "It'll be okay..." Koty mumbled, holding out the kitten for him to take as she crouched down in front of him.

[damon angler dawson]

Damon raised his head slowly, staring at her with a rather dangerous look. But he just reached out and took the kitten gently. When she began to purr and licked his hand affectionately, he eased up instantly. She wasn't afraid of him, and the one thing he needed most, she loved him. He stood up slowly, wandering over to the edge of the bed to sit down.

[dakota marie dalton]

A smile crossed her face as she saw him ease up with Lillian. But when, Koty realized it, she wiped it away and took a seat on the floor. Her eyes followed him to the bed before looking down as she began to pick at her nails. "Little Bo peep has lost her sheep and she doesn't know where to find them." Koty began to mumble the nursey ryhme.

[damon angler dawson]

Damon glanced over at her quietly, eyed his untouched food. He didn't care if they got mad that he refused to eat. He petted the kitten silently, listening to Dakota from across the little, bedroom sized room. He smiled faintly her way as if he hadn't just been in tears, scooted back and curled up sleepily on the bed.

[dakota marie dalton]

When she finished picking through one set of finger nails, she started on the other. Every once and awhile, Koty would glance up to peek at Damon, offered a small wave in return. She stood and rubbed her hands together. "I can't leave this in here, so you sure you don't want any food?" She asked, moving slowly toward the trey. "Wasn't there a fork?" Her eyes wondered around the room and then back to the trey.

[damon angler dawson]

Damon shook his head, didn't want the food. "No.." He insisted at the question about the fork. But now that he was calm and rather straight in the head at the moment, his eyes showed his guilt. In a more determined spur of the moment he would have pulled off a poker face. He yawned, scooting down beneath the blankets.

[dakota marie dalton]

Koty picked up the trey and looked back to Damon. "Really?" Her eyes went back to the table, her eyebrow raised not sure whether to trust him or not. "Look, if I brought you the fork, I need it. I brought you the kitty and I rather get fired for that than letting you have a fork and hurting someone.." She sighed and went over to put the trey in the little opening of the door.

[damon angler dawson]

"No fork," Damon mumbled with a yawn, narrowing his eyes at her before he closed them and cuddled the kitten close. If his room got searched, he would probably lose the kitten, too.
He pulled the blankets up closer, rolling over stubbornly with a gusty breath.

[dakota marie dalton]

Koty rolled her eyes some, and knocked on the door before turning to see Damon again. "Fine." She huffed and went back to looking out the window, waiting for the guard to stroll along to get the tree and maybe let her out. "Do you want something or you just gonna sleep?" She chirped, glancing over her shoulder quickly. When her head turned back, the guard was in the middle of the frame. "Oh, jeez!" She jumped back some, the guard gave her a dirty look. "Told you it was your face." Koty laughed as he took the trey and began to walk away. "Hey!" She called, but she couldn't see him anymore and she turned back around to face the room.

[damon angler dawson]

Damon glared as she shouted. "Don't'cha got a key?" He mumbled as he watched her quietly. He yawned, shifting his weight some.

[dakota marie dalton]

"No, they don't just give anyone keys to this wing." She shrugged and made her way to the chair. "But I guess I'll be getting one soon if they want me to come here." Koty yawned, covered her mouth and looked toward Damon. "Next time, I'm bringing my guitar.." She mumbled, knew she would have to get it okay-ed before she did.

[damon angler dawson]

That perked Damon's interest completely. "I know how to play," He murmured softly, watching her quietly. But time for lights out rolled around and every cell went dark, the only light being in the halls. Damon worked his jaw, moving around, breaths quick. He hated the dark. Quietly he moved for the dresser and slid the fork into his back pocket, then curled up on the bed again. Not five minute later he was up and pacing uneasily.

[dakota marie dalton]

"I use to play all the time, and then I came here." She looked toward Damon before the room went dark. "Really? Gah, I need to stop smarting off.." She mumbled, now unsure of where the boy was. Her nerves began to grow, and she listened quietly. Then his footsteps sounded across the room. A soft growl emitted from her mouth, and she stood. As she moved to the front of the table, her eyes began to adjust to the dim light. Koty moved to the door, avoiding Damon as she passed. She peered out into the hall, and banged against the window in the door a couple times.