[open]So this is it?

[&[ f y r n e ];]

This was it?
This shabby old floor of the building, dust everywhere, bare rooms save for a few pieces of furniture. This was what the Outcasts were so proud of, what they so fiercely protected?

What a load of shit.

As she stood there at the top of the stairs, she couldn't help but let one eyebrow raise. She could practically feel the dirt begin to cling to her pants and ripped tee.
Fyrne could help but smirk a bit as she crossed her arms.
"This is it? No game room? No pool? Not even a pool table?"
She cooed, knowing full well she was pushing her limits. She was actually sort of hoping a few of the outcasts, whoever they were, to come out and find her. It'd be exciting.

Maybe she could get herself out of gardening for a week or two with a busted wrist or something.

Honestly, she didn't know exactly how many or who the outcasts were. She really didn't care either. If they thought they were so spectacular that everyone wanted to be part of their little clique, that they were better, she wanted to fight them, show them that they could bleed just like her and the next person.
Fyrne didn't care if she got solitary for it the next few days, and so let her words call out rather noticeably into the shadows.

"And no one even wants to defend it. Can't wait until this gets around.."

[{Rian} Taylor]

Lifting the roll of weed from his lips, Rian exhaled a large cloud of blackened smoke, letting it drift up to the ceiling, and pool there, before it disappeared altogether. The place wasn't that hard to find, really. Once you got someone who'd been here for a while to open up... well, there was a whole lot to this jail thing you didn't hear about most of the time.
The rooms were as stark white as the rest of the jail, except it was coated with a thick layer of frothy dust. A few hand prints and swipes decorating the walls. Words scraped out of the inch of dirt and grime on the windows.

A few ratty old couches was the only furniture, along with a wooden chair or two. There was an old stereo behind one of the couches, along with a few tapes, and even fewer CD's.
A poster of some band that had long broken up was the only decoration in this room. The girl's taunting voice echoed around the rooms. Absorbed into the years of dust piled up, since the last of the 'Great Outcasts' had really gotten out.
Rian had heard it was their kids, some kinda bloodline plot. Like you saw in the movies.
Except the movies were better.

Lifting himself up from the wooden chair, he stood up, just starting to get cloudy from the drugs he was inhaling. That fence really was quite handy...
He walked out of the corner of the room, to where he could see Fyrne better. He wasn't sure if the regular prisoners were supposed to know this was here. The Outcasts' little club house. He was positive many had found it over the years, but there's this thing about jail. You learn to keep your mouth shut.

"Defend it? They haven't been up here for years." He let the lit up roll fall to the ground. He could always get some more later, there was enough drugs and drink and pills out stashed by that fence, everyone in this place was set for years.
"Rian Taylor." He introduced himself. "And your Fyrne Evanwood."

[Yume Fellows]

Yume, being Chrystal's child, had inherited the title of Ruling Outcast Leader. She had no clue what it meant. Apparently her mother used to basically run Applegate. Getting chusy jobs like mentoring, one that she now did. The old warden had loved the Outcasts, as during his time in the prison, Outcasts were, well just Outcasts and he was one of them. Yume had been up here earlier in the week and found it very peaceful. She'd been practing dance and left her cd behind. This was one of the reason's she was up here, also she hoped to find Darius but she knew it was unlikely. With her plait swinging at the back of her head she jumped up the last step and spun around, making no sound at all due to the fact she had ballet pumps on.

Yume noticed a girl by the door of the hangout. Very dangerous thing to do as this place was on the top floor where the Warden lives. If he left his room, The girl at the door and whoever was inside talking to her would be in trouble. Not that in the good 'ole days they wouldn't have had a threat from the Outcasts, but now its a different story. Yume walked up behind the girl as sliently as she could and tapped her on her shoulder. "I'm sorry Miss but could I get past you. I left a cd here and I need to get drink from the store." she said as she slipped past the girl and into the room.

Shooting a glance at the boy she walked towards the cd player and removed her cd, placeing it in a case and slipping it in the back pocket of her jeans. Walking around the battered old cd player she punched numbers into a keypad and pulled open a door that only Outcasts knew was there revealing a wall of alcohol, cigarettes and drugs. pullign out a bottle of Vodka and a bottle of cider she pushed it closed til it clicked. Turning around she smiled at the two people. Now she had to deal with them.

[&[ f y r n e ];]

"Isn't that a let down.."
Fyrne muttered as she sized up the boy. He was broad shouldered and pretty sexy, if she had to say so herself. There were some nice prizes a girl could try and win in this prison, and he was certainly one of them.
Fyrne was just about to speak after he offered his name, but was beat to it as he said it for her. She gave a smug little grin and nodded, accepting his hand in a modest, easy shake. "How come y-"
But again, she was cut off as the polite little oriental popped up behind her.

She woulda been scared shitless if she hadn't been through so much of the same already. Snorting as she was called 'miss', she moved aside slightly to allow the girl access.

"Apparently the bar has either been lowered, or is nonexistent. By the way everyone talks around here, theres some big bad asses that run this floor and everyones afraid to come up. I really don't see why its so special though. It looks like every other floor in every other building, maybe with a few more inches of dust... a spot of nice, sheet covered furniture.."

She watched as the girl then opened some sort of secret compartment in the wall and her smirk turned into a broad grin.
"I see. Too good for the tree out back, then?"

Fyrne knew she was pushing it, again. She'd heard of this girl, Yumay? Yumuh?
She couldn't quite recall...

[{Rian} Taylor]

As Fyrne bent to shake his hand, a dark-haired head popped up just beyond her shoulder. And as the girl began to speak, Rian couldn't help but to raise his eyebrow. His mouth twisted amusedly, as the girl, so polite, moved past Fyrne and towards a seemingly empty wall.
She even explained what she was doing here, forgot a CD? This was one of the great and impressive Outcasts?
Maybe Rian was being a little judgmental, but he had been looking for a little more....... well, more.

Rian watched with a little interest as Yume walked over to the wall, grabbed her CD, and walked over to a keypad he hadn't noticed before and entered a code.
His eyebrow went further up on his forehead as a door popped out of the wall.
He was all for secret stashes, but, I mean, come on.
He put his hands in his pockets, and turned around to face her expectantly as she turned back, a few bottles clutched in her hands.

"That's it? Seriously?"
He smiled slightly, the jaunty expression crooked on his face. "Your one of the big bid Outcasts?" There was that saying, don't judge a book by it's cover. But this book's cover was pretty f**ked up.
The bar is definitely nonexistent, he decided, trying to hold in a short burst of laughter.

[Yume Fellows]

Yume shurgged, she didn't exacty want to be an Outcast. Her mother would have beat them stupid by now. But she wasn't her mother. "No I'm not to good for the tree out back, but I know that the warden is now watching that tree and I'm not up for a week in isolation." Yume said with a slight hurt tone in her voice, she my have been high up in the hierarchy but so what? Everything in that store came from smugglers fence. Yume pushed her plait over her shoulder and smiled. "Yeah I am an Outcast. Leader to be percise, but I don't want to be and I stay away from here as much as possible." she said as she turned on her heel and headed for the door, It was unimportant to her that they were up here. Just so long as nothing went missing she didn't care.

Ooc: Sory its kinda short, No muse =]]