The Corridor (tags: OPEN TO ALL)

"Hey," a cold and unbotherd sounding voicespoke up. Fenrir quircked an eyebrow down at the trembling guy, slightly tiling hsi head as he took him in. Dosen't he look pathetic. Croching down until he was at the guy's eyelevel, he at first simply stared at him again for a anthother moment, giving the whoever this guy was a bored looking expression. "Did ya wake up in the wrong bed or something? You'll get used it," he chuckled dryly, sarcasticlly, while reaching out a hand flicking him on the nose to make sure he's gained the guy's attention. Or was he drugged or soem shit? Nothing unusal there either, just another thing to get used in this place.

Fenrir gave the other male another flat look for a couple of seconds, before lettint out a dry snort. Was this guy being serious, or did he just recive a blow to head? That's a high possibity, considerign where they were. "Kitchen?" Fenrir repeated, his lips twitching into a taunting smirk. The guy was obviously not looking for the kitchen. "Please, do tell me when we're freely allowed to enter there, I'll gladly guide to the smelling old rotten room," he chuckled sarcasticlly, grabbing hold of the guy's arm and quite roughly pulling him up to his feet, making him lean against the wall for support in case he'd fall over. "So, who drugged you?" he asked flatly. It wasn't that hard to tell afetr all, Fenrir could've been able to tell without his sensetive sense of smell.

(sorry i'm a bit confused but um... is there a third person there with them? xD)

(ah okies, just wanted to be sure.... 'cause suddenly you were controlling my character it seemed....^^; just let me know if there's something you're still confused about<3)

"Cute," Fenrir chuckled coldly, leaning agaisnt the wall across from Killian. "I ain't your 'pal', no one is inthis fucked up place..." he trailed off in thought, narrowing his dark eyes for a second as he quickly scanned over the newcommer once more. Beacuse he is new right? Why else would he think everyone eher a the luxuary of having free acess to the kitchen? Or, he really just was stoned beyond words. Whatever.
"I'm starving too, haven't had a meal since four days now and you don't see me nagging," Fenrir sighed boredly, pushing himself of off the wall. Suddenly, he was towering over the other male, faces inches apart as he tauntingly stared Killian down. The guy remined him of a puppy, the more he thought about it. A stoned puppy. Did Fenrir himself ever look like that? No wonder Jorry had a blast making fun of him then.
"So what are you really doing here?" he smirked, his already dark eyes turning into black orbs.

Hearing himself being called a 'monster' by this messed up stranger, didn't seem to offend Fenrir in the least. No, instead he had to lean away as he bgean outstraight laughing at it. If he wasn't such a coldhearted and insensitive asshole, he maybe would've felt a little bad for the guy. But alas, this guy was indeed right. Fenrir is not a monster, as he so nicely put, but something way worse beyond that. "Thank you, stoned-as-fuck little midgardian," Fenrir sang cheerfully, apparently only tkaing that name calling as a compliment. "But if you think I'm bad, wait unti you meet our 'employers'," he snorted, messing up Killian's hair.
He raised an eyebrow again when Killian began to freak out, but didn't look alarmed himself as he simply continued to watch the guy's freakout. "You really don't know then," he mubled in thought, more so to himself. The cold smirk of his was back in place. "Well then..."
Fenrir the tightly wrapped an arm around Killian's shoudlers, dragging him away from the wall and continued to walk him further down the halls. "Allow me to welocome you to the Lennox Institution!" he excalimed. "The asylum and whorehouse for supernaturals like us~" He tauntingly winked down at the newcommner. "Enjoy your stay, or suffer the consequenses."

Fenrir easily dodged the male's arms, but didn't let go of him quite yet either. However, when Killian then suddeanly screamed out and began to try and wrench himself from his hold of him, Fenrir had no choise but to let him go. For about one second, that is. Grabbing hold of his wrist's instead, hard enough to bruise, Fenrir slammed the man's back agaisnt the wall, keeping both his arms pressed against his sides. "Calm the fuck down," he said sternly, eyes glowing bloodred for a quick second as he paitnetly waited for Killian stop thrashing around. The guy was more likely to hurt himself than anyone else if he kept this up. "And don't forget to breathe either," he added, still looking completley calm and unbotherd by the whole situation. Titling his head slightly, he slowly allowed his hands to slip away from the other, taking a step back to allow the guy some room to breather. "Geez you're midgardians are overly sensetive," he sighed, srubbing the back of his head with a tired look. "So, is there someone else living inside that head of yours or what?" he asked all to casually after a moment, as if he was talking about the weather.

Hearing someone else respond to his little taunting, only made Fenrir raise and eyebrow again. So that proved his little teory right at least. This little man here, was sharing his body with someone, something else. Intressting. Kinda made him wish he'd payed more attention to his mother's disturbing hobby of possession magic and such. Hel knew more about this than him.
"To whoever's inside there, shut the fuck up. I'm talking to your 'host'," was Fenrir's flat and unaffected reply, focusing back to the male in question who looked more than just a little messed up. At first, he just replied Killian's question with a blank look, before closing in on him again. "It doens't," he said coldly. "But at least I'd know what kinda of freak I'm dealign with."
He still didn't exactly sound concerned over any of this. But unlike a moment ago, he was now startign to get a little curious instead. "So that thing inside you, some sort of demon?"