In our Blood [Tag: Cybrid]

Jorry had felt the other's presence before he even opened the door, but kept his back turned towards it, minding his own business as usual. Even if he might've hoped to get the room to himself tonight, it's not like he would be getting any sleep. As long as whoever this guy was didn't make too much sounds, then there wouldn't be much problem.
He laid still on the bed, keeping his eyes clsoed as the other wlaked inside, probably headign towards his own bed. But then the othe rmale stopped fro whatever reason when the floor creaked beneeth him, makign Jorry opend his eyes and glance over at him. His expression was the same as ever, blank and void of any emotion whatsoever, and simply just agve Kilian an unbotherd look as he apologized. A polite one? Then he's new, he mentally told himself, laying back down without another word.

Jorry mentally sighed when it seemed the other guy wasn't going to fall asleep. If anything, he appeard to be having the same problem that Jorry himself was currently having. But couldn't he at least leave the god damn room and make noise elsewhere in that case?
Suddenly standing right behind Kilian, with his never changing apathetic look, he stared the other male down, stopping Kilian's movements as he placed his hand on his shoulder firmly. Wordlessly, he dragged the male back to his bed and pushed him down. "Hush," he said shortly, giving the male a last look before turning back towards his own bed.

Well, so much for that, Jorry thought in slight irritation, even though there wasn't even a hint to it on his expression. Staring blankly towards the window for a minute before bothering to reply, he cast another quick glance at Kilian's back. "The last guy who did that, barely even made it past the gardens before they caught him. As punishment, he was used as a sex-toy to clinets and other worksers alike, for free. Anyone could littearlly do whatever the hell they wanted with him. After a couple of mounths with that, he then dissapeard, was never heard from again. The employers made it look like he never even excisted to begin with. Frankly, no one even remmbers what he looked like or his name."
Jorrysat up on his bed, stretching his arms above his head and not looking like he agve a single crap about what he just spoken about. "The collars around our necks are alarms enough, newbie. So, don't do anything stupid."

Jorry's expression still didn't change, just kept his empty, cold green eyes locked on Kilian for another second before aimlessly looking around the dark room. "You either get killed here, or let yourself be brainwashed," he answered easily, as if talking about the weather. "Although alot of us 'workers' were bad enough before even ending up here. And after a lifetime of torture and imprisonment, one can be pushed into to do anything they never believed they were capable off." Not that Jorry ever remembers doing anything like that, unlike his brother, he was pretty much asexual. Which only made the work here the more unbearble for him sometimes....
He glanced back at Kilian, who ahd now sunken down to the floor instead. He was tempted to state that he didn't say any of this to be of help, but saw no real reason to frighten up the newbie more. He's surely already had it rough enough as it is, like everyone else here. And Jorry was in mood to deal with more hysterics. He didn't trust himself enough to not attack anyone right now. He was to tired, and yet still unable to sleep.
"Sure," he mutterd, laying back down on the bed, staring up at the ceiling again. Where the hell was Fenrir right now anyway?

The only more thought Jorry botherd to give the male, was that he certinaly didn't blong in this place. But give a couple of weeks, and he'll begint to fit right in along with the others. It's not like workers like them had any choice to begin with. He glanced away from Kilian when he commented about his back. It's usual for Fenrir to not come back to sleep, seeing as he enjoyed beign awake during the nights. But he hans't even been able to feel his presence since their last run in with Jean. He sighed. He coudln't even bother about the stupid wolf at this point, worrying over Hel was more than enough.

He side-glanced at Kilian for a quick second, mildy surprised at his little obersvation. However, no hint of it was present and he merely move dhis gaze ahead of him again. The male's question made Jorry want to laugh, but he didn't. He was stamped as something bad before he was born afterall. "And how'd you know?" he asked, still in that monotone way, and ignoring the other question. "Though I suppose, that other presence in you have something to do with it."

"Right," Jorry mumbled, chuckling softly udner his breathe. "'Intuition'." Whatever, it was of no buissness of his whatever this might be hiding or not. It's not like he cared right now anyways, he ha dhis own fair of toughts to dewll on. He cast a glance back at Kilian when eh felt the male's eyes on him, but didn't say anything. Just merely starign right back with the cold and unreadbale expression. What he said next only made jorry raise an eyebrow slightly, and paitnetly waited for the other to elaborate his observation a little. And when he did, Jorry felt his eye give a small twitch at the mention of the wolf. So, his brother had apparently already made acquaintances with this midgardian, and obviously lest his usual impression. A little surprising to see that Fenrir hasn't left a mark even a scratch on the guy though.
"So you've met the oversized pup then," he sighed, rubbing his forehead. "The fact that you're not limping after that meeting is quite surprsing, my brother normaly loves to have the first 'taste' on the newbies."