[i]"...like me."[/i] Jerry sat by himself on the big empty bench in the middle of the room, a conversation or two broke out but it was still fairly quiet, he let out a small sigh and let his head touch the table, his long partially knotted up and dirty hair splayed out on the table like the head of a mop that had been stained with mud. He twisted his neck one way [b][u]*crack*[/u][/b] and then the other [b][u]*crack*[/u][/b], lifting his head up again he began to run his tongue in where his missing tooth used to be, some loud squeaks let out. 

Jerry rested his head on one of his hands and tapped his fingers on the table with the other, he had never been this stagnant before, he always had somewhere to go or something to steal, this was torture for him, all he could do was observe. Scanning around the room he took note of everyone he assumed was like him. From left to right he watched looking for any outstanding features on any one of his fellow captives. One of them had some burn marks, Jerry assumed he must dabble with fire, another one was a real tall guy wearing a mask over his mouth. [i]"God damned Hannibal Lecter over here."[/i] he joked to himself under his breath, he continued scanning until his vision came to the entrance to the leisure room, there was a girl standing there, she must have been in her early twenties or late teens, she had blood leaking from her face. Jerry's eyes widened as he saw the sight, black hair and black eyes, his thoughts immediately turned towards something out of a Japanese horror movie, but he pulled himself back into reality. 
He got up from the bench tentatively, "[i]uh..[/i]"he muttered as he slowly walked towards the girl, his hands were now out of his pockets, he put them up in a gesture of safety [i]"You okay, lady?"[/i] he spoke slightly nervously.