After choking down some food, and stalling by talking to some fellow Angel's who too had an early job. Ayesha finally was out of time, and a guard arrives to retrieve her. "Alright, that's enough stalling. Your job starts soon, and you don't want to be late." Ayesha's lip curls back in the beginning of a smart remark, before as one of her fellow Angel's bumps into her shoulder as he passes. It wasn't an accident, it was a warning. The warning saying, be careful before you get thrown into a worse prison or solitary confindment.

So with a soft sigh, Ayesha simply bobs her head,"Alright." The guard nods and turns, leading the Angel's leader through the prison towards the laundry mat. Ayesha couldn't help her gaze as it roams as they walk. Her gaze landing on fellow inmates, some of her gang, some of John's and some of neither's. A few were awake, weather from insomina, having to get up soon, or they just couldn't sleep. Ayesha couldn't say. But finally they arrive.

The guard opens the door and allows Ayesha in first before following her inside. Ayesha glances around, it smelled. Not to mention the dirty's baskets were filled. Ayesha's nose wrinkles,"What happened to the last workers?" The guard doesn't respond and with a sigh Ayesha begins to work. Grabbing a basket of dirty clothing and dumping it in the washing machine. After starting two washing machines, she heard the doors unlock and open.

Ayesha didn't even look up, it was John, who else could it have been? Besides if it was someone else. She honestly didn't give a shit, so she wasn't going to give them her attention. Her thoughts were confirmed as she hears the second person set to work. And finally, Ayesha allows her blue gaze to flash up briefly to glance at John before returning to her own duties. Throwing baskets of dirty clothes into the washing machines and starting them. Only for more baskets of dirty clothes to appear.

He looked at the washing machine and basketloads of clothes. I already know I'm bouta break ssomething. He began to smile but held it back before it could take full form. He then glanced at Ayesha. God, why does she have to be so cold. To him it wasn't they way she spoke or glanced at people. It was more the way he noticed she carried herself. Hands balled in a fist, shoulders slightly pulled in. And what seemed like a permanent grimace on her face. He pushed a button on the washer and it made what he could only describe as an angry sound. He looked to the gaurd who didn't seem to care and pushed it again. And it made the sound again. "Fascinating." This time he pushed the button while looking inside and the inside was trying to spin. Found the start button. He grabbed a basket and chucked the clothes in. He found something that slid out and read full to this line. So he filled it with detergent, and a smaller one that said the same thing and filled it with softener. Then he pushed the button again and it made a lighter sound and began. "Okay then."

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He turned to a dryer and immediately started pushing buttons. It started beeping too. Each button was a different frequency. He then pushed them in an order that was the opening to fur elis. And just kept repeating it. He could feel the gaurd looking at him and he stopped pushing the buttons. Instead he lifted the lid and slammed it down again. Not for any reason in particular, mainly just to annoy the gaurd into leaving. He did it again and again till he heard a loud "Stop that!" And felt a hand grab his shoulder.

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He quickly turned around and grabbed the gaurds hand, pushing the gun out of his other as he twisted the gaurds arm around his back. He looked to Ayesha and them back to the gaurd. "O I'm sorry. Does this hurt?" He twisted it harder until the guy made an audible gasp. "Good." He put the guy up against a wall by the throat letting go of his hands. "Keep yours off me, I'll keep mine off you." He turned to Ayesha. And smirked. "Want a go at him?" He then turned his attention back to the gaurd as his hand was making a move for his communications radio. "Ah ah ah." And he used his leg to pin his wrist as his face got closer to the gaurd.

Ayesha kept working. Moving swiftly and efficiently as she threw clothes in the washer. Then threw them in the dryer. Then once they were dry she would fold them and put them in a clean and empty hamper that she loaded on a slider that pulled the clothes into a hole in the wall just barely big enough for the hamper and then the hamper disappeared to heaven knows where. Again and again, she kept no track of time. For the most part the guard stayed quiet. Who knew how close it was to the lunch break.

She could hear John on the other side of the laundry mat, attempting to work the machines. About tired with the annoying button presses, Ayesha was about to spin and either help or snap at John. Then the washing machine started. So he figured out how to work the washing. What about the dryer? Nope. The buttons began to beep and it became frequent and annoying. Finally he quit and then moved to slamming the lid. Ayesha spun on John, only for the guard to speak first.

"Stop that." Ayesha saw the guard had an hand on John's shoulder. Then John spun and had the guard pinned, snapping at the guard. Rolling her eyes, Ayesha snaps at John. "Quit that before the next guard comes in to switch shifts." She glances at the guard, before looking back at John. "Enough is enough." She turns away disinterested. She was interested in mocking or torturing the guards, she had other things to worry about. Suddenly the door opens and a familiar voice cuts in.

"That is enough. Let him go."

Ayesha looks up from where she was throwing wet clean clothes into the dryer. It was Officer Barnes, with at least two other guards that she could see of. Barnes enters, and four more guards entered. Making it a total of five guards and a senior officer. Barnes glares at John then Ayesha,"I came to see how our two new laundry workers were doing, and to see if Ayesha was able to keep her temper in check. Only to find out the anger issue was not Ayesha this time. At least I think." Ayesha rolls her eyes as she starts the dryer.

"Quite contrary to what you think, Officer Barnes, I can control my anger issues. As close as I may be to the line of psychopath, or sociopath. Whatever I may be, I am not there yet. So it would be great if for once, you could give me the benefit of the doubt."

He held the gaird firm, smiling maniacally at him as he squirmed. He tightened his grip, the memories of the mayhem he would cause flooding back. He bit his lower lip as Ayesha told him to cut it out. He turned to the gurd and looked him in the eyes. "More fun for me then." He had his fist raised ready to bash his head in when he heard the door swing open. Fanfuckingtastic. He lowered his fist but still held the pin. Hearing him begin to grasp for air.

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Threw the door came four gaurds and Barnes. When he was told to let go he raised the gaurd off the ground slightly before letting him fall to the floor in a dischuffled and scrambling mess. He scoffed at the other gaurd who thought it was a good idea to get closer to him and stepped back, his hand in a fist. As while Ayesha was focused on an unarmed and fat Barnes, he was focused on the fit and weaponized 4. Then as the one he pinned stood up he seemed to hide behind two of them. He kept staring him down. "Rule one, don't touch the inmates." He stated plainly before yawning and popping his neck. To early for this.

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He was beginning to wonder the history between Ayesha and the warden. Why did they seem so close to eachother, why did it feel awkward? And why was the warden really here. "Everything is fine here." He could see the gaurd shaking his head up and down. That's right. Your mine now. He kept the smirk and the sick joy of owning someone threw fear to himself as Barnes looked at him. "John, I find you assaulted someone again; and your getting solitary. Understand." John took a step closer to him, slowly, to see if the gaurds would do anything, when they didn't he bit the inside of his cheek, showing his facial structure a bit more then he knew. "Everyone is fine, you lacky touched me, I settled it." He turned around, half expecting to get yelled at for it and half expecting to hear a gun get ready to be fired. Then the washer he had filled dinged and he opened the dryer and put them in. He the shoved the gaurds aside for dryer ssheets.Just to rub some salt in it.

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"Okay, well; we're busy. So if that's all..." He looked at the door, signaling them to leave but he didn't care of they took the que or not. After all he was extremely tired still.

Barnes narrows his eyes, gesturing for the four guards he brought with him to stay. "From now on, the minimum guards assigned to watch over the two of you will be four. If more is needed, more will be added." He shot a glare at Ayesha who returned a equally venomous, if not worse, look. Barnes glances at the guard that John had attacked,"Jack. Come with me." Then Barnes shot another glare at Ayesha. "He told me that you could never do something like that. Turns out he was wrong." Just to rub some salt in Ayesha's wounds, before Barnes spun and left. Hauling Jack with him as the door shuts behind him. Locking them back inside.

Ayesha flinches as her eyes widen slightly, a moment of vulnerability, as the four posted guards spread to the corners of the room. Of out the way. After a minute or so, Ayesha pulls her guard back up, muttering under her breath. "Bastard should be his name." Talking about Barnes as she returns to her work. Growing quiet as she gets lost in her thoughts. Though a few minutes later, Ayesha flashes a half smile towards John. "Not bad." Talking about how he had handled the guard, then Barnes. "I've seen prisoners who look bigger and tougher crumble to whining babies before Barnes and any other senior officers."

The guards stayed quiet, their job was to watch the two, not scold them, fight them, or do much else except make sure they were doing their job without breaking any laws. Ayesha allows the smile to fade as she continues folding. "Course, Barnes needs a little lesson. But I can't do much about it. I'm already riding a thin line between staying here or being put in a straight jacket." Ayesha shrugs,"Maybe I do need to be put in a straight jacket."

John just scoffed as Barnes kept spewing his venom. Then he gave a signale and the four gaurds there to replace the one spread out. It was very visible when John bit the inside of his cheek and it wasn't long till he tasted blood so he spit in the garbage can and kept working. Tired of everyone and everything with it being that early in the morning as he wasn't used to waking up till 9 am. And that being the case he gave a yawn as Barnes made an obviously underhanded comment and left.

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That fool has something coming for him. He thought with malice as he looked around at the gaurds and then Ayesha who like him seemed over it. This was confirmed when she gave her own under the breath subtle comment in a little rage. "I couldn't agree more, except maybe if ignorant was added." He smirked as he started another load of laundry to the washer seeing the gaurds make an aggravated face and not doing anything. Though he gave a guilty smile. "Ehh, I just don't like being touched by people. Especially people who don't know who not to touch." He looked the gaurd closest to him in the eyes. This guy is so next. "And Barnes had it coming, I'm honestly surprised he is still kicking. And that goes for all of the senior officers" He dragged the can closer and spit in it, his cheek stilll bleeding on the inside. Then his dryer beeped but the gaurd was standing in front so he not so gently pushed him out the way.

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He started folding, enjoying the small heat the cloaths gave off after they left the dryer. It reminded him of his home. As he folded a shirt he gave a gentle smile as a memory of his mom came to him. Her telling him not to jump in the clothes as they were just cleaned, of course he did just that. "For what it's worth, I think your just tired of this place. The same day to day activities tieing you down."

Ayesha shrugs as she continues to work, moving the clothes around smoothly. Her side was clean and organized and just as quick as dirties came in, she was sending cleans out. "I don't know, I could probably be in jail the rest of my life and not care. I am honestly surprised I didn't get a life sentence." She pauses glancing at John before continuing,"But what gets on my nerves is Barnes." Ayesha glances at the guards,"You can even tell him I said that, I don't care. He can't put me through much more hell then I already am in." The guards, smartly, stayed quiet as Ayesha continues with the clothes.

"Barnes...Let's just say I've had some history with him. And so did my family." She hesitates briefly before returning to her folding. "As cliche as it sounds, blah blah. Something went wrong, I landed in jail, and Barnes blames me for it." Was Barnes entirely wrong to blame Ayesha for the death of her family? Not entirely, but Ayesha couldn't blame Barnes for treating her that way. Ayesha sighs softly. "Not to mention, I don't even know how I suddenly became the leader of one of the biggest gang's in prison." She shrugs.

"I was minding my own business, got in a fight. Got put ins solitary, then the day I got out. Suddenly a lot of people wanted to be my friend, and then a gang formed. I didn't even come up with the name. The name was Jacob's idea." Ayesha shrugs as she moves to put dirties in the washing machine. "I was just planning on serving my sentence and get out." She glances up towards John, then back at her work. "What about you? Do you know what you're going to do when you get out of prison?"

Course the way she was going and the situations Barnes kept pushing her in, job-wise, Ayesha wouldn't be surprised if she got put in another trial. Got a longer sentence, if not a life sentence, and getting put in a straight jacket and sent away to some creeps who thought they could possibly cure the insane. The thought made her chuckle quietly to herself as she moves to pull clean and dry clothes out, stuffing wet clothes to dry. Then beginning to fold clothes.

As she spoke he just listened and kept his mouth shut, occasionally glancing between the gaurds or her and the laundry. His mouth had finally stopped bleeding "I know I deserved a life sentence. Glad I didn't get it though." He let out a small half chuckle as he threw some clothes in the dryer and added the soap then slammed it shut. As she said the next but about hell he just smiled. Knowing everything could be much much worse. He looked at the gaurd closest to him, trying to learn his mannerisms. So far up tight and obedient, like a dog.

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"Yeah, family..." His voice trailed as he thought to what his father did to his mother and sisters, then what he did onto his father. Then what the river did. Jerk had it coming. He closed his eyes as he could remember that night so vividly. Down to the smell of the alley. "In all fairness most people end up here by something going wrong." He moved the clothes over the dryer. Again shoving the gaurd, but harder this time as his eyes flashed with impatience and annoyance. He does that one more time. I dare him.

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"Coming to power isn't that hard. You went head first. I watched, waited, planned and bided my time. Then let's just say something sharp found its way in my hands." He he brushed his hands threw his hair, and exhaled slowly as he smirked in her direction. Seeing if she caught on. Then she asked a strange question. "When I do, revenge here, bloodshed there. Mostly raising hell and letting chaos catch up to me." Then another thought popped in his mind a strange one. What if I didn't. I had a normal life. No death. I could be a king. However every king needs a queen. He looked at Ayesha and started laughing till a small tear formed in his eyes. "Yeah thats not gonna happen." He mumbled under his breath. He shoved more things into the washer and folded the things that came out the dryer.

He gave a small as he thought back to what he remembered about hell. From the Greeks to the romans and Christians. Even the norse. He remembered that all of them had layers for how evil one was deemed and it made him roll his eyes and groan under his breath. "I hate religion." He then spoke up more, realizing that what he had said previously was under his breath. "I doubt we would be in the same hell. I doubt there even is one." He ended it very pointedly, making it clear he didn't believe in that mess.he moved some more laundry about and walked around the room messing with things. Learning his mew surroundings.

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He pushed buttons, messed with shelves that held cloths and dryer sheets and soap along with some other odd things. The gaurds finally got his hints and let stayed out of his way but still wat hed him closely. "Childhood can never be described by one word. Except chaotic. But that's most things. "As for family on weather it's out there or in here..." hebstoped for a moment planning his next words carefully. Knowing who he was talking to he was still reluctant to speak much of personal affairs. "I have both." He decided on that as it was vague and true. He had his sister on the outside, and the gang outside. And he had the gang inside which he figured she already knew about. "But I find stressing over it gets me no where. So I leave it be."

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Bye this time he was easily four feet from her. He wasn't bothered or anything, merely looking, though as normal he was testing boundaries. Seeing how close she would let him get. "Well at least you did plan on it a little. Better then going in blind." He smirked as he nodded and picked up her soap for the washer. A different one from his, granular. Though his thoughts were cut off as she continued, and even dropped her voice low. O, this should be entertaining. Testing multiple people all atonce always is. "I've learned normality is an idea that everyone in here should abandon. We are here because society deemed us not normal, so why bother." He bit his lower lip and kept his head low while his eyes focused on her and he took a step forward to her. Now he was just behind her. He gave a small quick breath. "Now, you don't need to be out there for that." He could see the gaurd about to do something so he took a step back and glared at him. His eyes giving a look of Try me. Though of course he knew even with Ayesha they were out gunned. So he returned to his station and threw clothes in the washer.

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I was right, it is fun to test gaurds. He didn't have to even think and a small smile formed on his lips.