Wakefield: The End is Near discussion

((For members of Cell 428: Harvey "Daddy's Angel" Olivia James, Molly Llywela Banks, Scarlet Emerson, 4, and Guard))

Harvey lay sprawled across her chosen bunk, the lower one, she detested the idea of being on the top one, so exposed. She toyed absently with a strand of her hair as she pondered the possibility of being locked away in Wakefield for the next forty years, the idea made her chuckle slightly. Life here would be mundane to say the least, a routine was something she had craved as a child, but not now, she had gotten over that phase in her life. Living and not knowing what was going to happen was what she relished about her previous life, her life outside of this institution.

Molly sighed and closed her eyes. The boredom was going to kill her. She needed stimulation, something to occupy her mind. If she wasn't who she was, she may have screamed. However Molly hated unnecessary noise almost as much as she hated boredom. At least in the quiet she could think. The question was what to think about.

After having done business in the other cell, Whiplash made his way over to the girls cell. He despised girls and felt that they had no right living in Wakefield. But atlas his superior had created a special wing for them. He sighed as he unlatched the lock to cell 428. "Both of you get over here. I have business to attend with you two..." He stepped in unsheathing his whip for safety. Girls could be dangerous.... He thought bitterly...

Molly cocked her head at the figure who had just entered. Seriously? she thought raising her eyebrows. What a joke. Besides how useless she thought this man was, she saw no other reason not to. She didn't want to stand out and it wasn't like she had anything better to do anyway. Standing obediently, she looked to see if her bunkmate would be as compliant.

Whiplash rested his eyes on Molly, then he flicked them over to Harvey. "Come on you dumb broad!" He yelled at Harvey. He turned to Molly. "How do you think this place works?"

Harvey continued to lie still for a few more moments in attempts to compose a calm façade.
Slowly she rolled off her bunk sashaying her way over, leaning in a casual manner against a wall her arms cross over her chest in a bored fashion.
"Yes honey?" She smiled cocking her head to the side as she looked to him with her large eyes, her heterochromia being extremely visible at that moment in time.

Molly rolled her eyes and suppressed the urge to shake her head. She hated all of this pretense. She would much prefer to just get done whatever this man wanted to get done and return to their cell. Then again, she thought. That wasn't very engaging either. At least this may turn amusing...

Harvey allowed her eyes to travelled quite boldly over this guard, her eyes pausing briefly to inspect his whip the one for which he came widely known by all the in-mates here. She had to admit it was a rather daunting object, but she was sure she could feel a slight attraction to such a monstrous creation.
She lifted her hand idly, inspecting her nails in an absent gesture, boredom had already consumed her mind, the playful mood she once exhibited had clearly vanished within moments.

Growing impatient Molly took a deep breath and glared at the guard with the whip. It was all she could do to keep from tapping her feet, annoyed. She set her jaw and placed her hands on her hips, not taking her eyes off of the man the entire time. Let's go, you imbecilic lout.

"It's a nice day so I thought we'd go to the courtyard..." He announced as he handcuffed both of them to each other and he took the chain that kept them close to him. "Now march." He demanded as he swung his whip around. "She needs to taste blood, so move it or feel the lash of my whip."

"Oh, I do like a good whipping," Harvey laughed, tugging her wrists slightly to test her bonds. "You like to put them tight," she muttered softly, walking out the cell under his orders, her eyes darting around the hallways, scanning the multiple locked cells.

Whiplash dragged Molly along with them and he led them out into the courtyard. **Post now in the topic courtyard**

Molly sighed as Whiplash undid the chains. She was glad to have been allowed outside, if only for the game that entailed. She looked at Harvey through the corner of her eye and smirked to herself. Not quite ready to speak, she went over to her bunk and sat up against the wall.

Harvey shrugged her shoulders after she was unshackled, she noticed her cell mate looking at her, Molly was it?
She wasn't quite sure, she hadn't talked to her as of yet, but no doubt the moment would happen soon. Harvey growled as she stretched arms above her head, walking over to the cell window, gazing out to the sun which she had been cruelly taken from once again.

Molly cleared her throat and cocked her head slightly to one side. With narrowed, curious eyes Molly spoke quietly.
"What did you do?" she asked in a nonthreatening way. She kept her question short and to the point. She didn't desire any fluff.

Harvey paused slightly, turning her head to the side to see Molly in the corner of her eye.
She smiled slightly, pushing her hair from her face, "Serial murder," she told her easily, her tone was light and airy.
"What did you do? You're a little young to be around here," she chuckled, moving to her bunk, to sprawl across it.

Molly raised her eyebrows in an unsurprised manner when Harvey told her. Figures, she thought. Taking a big breath in she spoke with a completely unimpressed tone.
"I committed crimes against the government." she quoted. She didn't deny doing it but she wasn't particularly proud either.

"Ah, technology wise?" She added, quite glad she had a young cell mate, she didn't think she could handle a older woman, they'd probably clash on so many things, also she enjoyed listening about their home lives, it made her imagine what her own childhood could have been if events were different.
"So, enjoying me and Whiplashes game earlier?" she smirked, giving her an expectant look.

Molly smirked and gave a single, quick nod. She was impressed that Harvey had noticed her listening, she was certain Whiplash hadn't. Looking up again at Harvey she spoke uncharacteristically quick.
"Can I ask you a question?" she said, already knowing the answer.
After speaking she bit her tongue. Molly never spoke impulsively. The under-stimulation was getting to her.

Harvey rolled onto her back, nuzzling into her pillow listening intently to Molly.
"Of course you can," she murmured, the sun had tired her, but she continued to listen, turning her head to look at Molly, "Ask away kid,"

Thinking before she spoke this time, Molly started slowly. She asked a question that she was fairly certain she already knew the answer to.
"Was it your choice to loose your virginity at seven?"
She waited patiently for the response. Molly was a fairly good judge of character, and if she was right about Harvey, thee she knew she could be deceiving. Which is why Molly was not entirely sure.

Harvey looked at Molly intensely for a moment, she had come to terms with her abuse years ago, although no one did truly believe her.
"No," she told her easily, she clenched her jaw slightly at the memory, but quickly pushed this to the back of her mind.
"Personally, I'd say never lose it, it's never that good," she joked, smirking at her own words.

Molly breathed in. She had guessed that was the answer. She didn't break Harvey's eye contact until after her last contact. Rolling her eyes Molly muttered loud enough for her to hear.
"For you maybe." She grinned, anticipating Harvey's reaction.

Harvey chuckled loudly after hearing the teenager's mutterings, she actually laughed for a few minutes, she knew it wasn't that funny but it was rare for her to laugh truly in here.
"It's good when it's your age and it's with the bad boys," Harvey stated grinning away to her, "But wait till you're my age, it gets boring and they still lie about six inches," she smirked, cuddling her pillow to her chest.

Molly laughed out loud at this, which was definitely not something she did often. Isolation brought out the socialite in her and she definitely liked Harvey. When her laugh curbed she raised her eyebrows.
"How old do you think I am?" she asked.

Harvey looked intently at Molly for moment, truly thinking about the question, she knew girls in their late teens were defensive about their ages, she certainly was.
"Hmm.. I'd say seventeen to eighteen," she murmured, stroking her lower lips as she mused outloud, "More likely eighteen actually," she stated finally, her eyes still raking over Molly.

Molly nodded. "Eighteen. So I'm not that much younger then you." she said. "Besides, age is but a number, right?"
Molly shifted onto her belly and took her glasses off. She was near blind without them, but she didn't need to see to talk.

"That's true," she agreed, nodding her head at Molly statement, "But to me, you're still a kid," she shrugged, unbuttoning her shirt, the cell was beginning to heat up incredibly due to the increasing heat from outside and now the cell had the addition of their own body heat.
She folded her shirt up using it for an extra pillow, but thankfully she wore a thin camisole vest underneath it so she wasn't just sitting in her bra and trousers.

Molly lifted and eyebrow and closed her eyes. The warmth was making her drowsy. Determined to stay awake, she began reciting the alphabet backwards in her head. No matter how many times she did it, it never came fluidly.
"Everyone calls me 'kid'." she complained quietly. "Even back home."

Harvey smirked, basking in the heat of the weather outside, "Well, take it as an endearment kid," she teased playing idly with a strand of her hair.
"I never got a nickname when I was younger," she told Molly, she'd given herself one, but it wasn't one others used.

Molly shrugged. Due to her overly logical way of thinking, she didn't understand nicknames.
"I never saw the point of nicknames, if people are always going to call you something else then why even bother having a real name?"

"It makes it more personal, affectionate," Harvey mused out loud, rubbing her lower lip in a thoughtful gesture, "I suppose, most people think our Christian names are too formal," she shrugged, "I always feel like I'm in trouble when I hear Harvey,"

Molly wrinkled her eyebrows, still not quite understanding.
"Then what am I supposed to call you?" she asked, skeptical of whatever Harvey was about to tell her.

"Anything," she shrugged, her eyes straying into the distance, her mind wandering as ones does when they spoke of casual things. She watched the floating dust specks in the at as the sun shone on them, it was unusually distracting.

((Sarah's back!))

Molly took a big breath in and yawned. She flopped down on her stomach, using her arms as a pillow. Succumbing to her sleepiness Molly closed her eyes and listened intently on everything that reached her ears, preferring to stay alert until the last possible moment.

Harvey lay sprawled on her back, she had remained in that lost absent state of mind, when you're thinking of everything and nothing. She began to hum gently, it was a soft almost lullaby tune, though it wasn't directed to Molly, it was surprisingly fitting to her sleepy state.
Harvey wasn't entirely sure why she'd chosen that exact tune, but she remembered it surprisingly well, it had been her mother's lullaby, the one she'd sing every night, then her father began to sing it.. every night afterwards.