[center][b][u] Paranatural Conglomerate Countermeasures Headquarters — "Subject 14791" Residential holding block D [/u][/b][/center]

Roman was lost in the boiling hot water and the relaxing pain it brought onto his stiff muscles as he got lost in the steam filled shower. Staring aimlessly at the ceramic tiles below him as he got lost in his thoughts once again. "Click...click....click." He said to himself remembering the taste of the blued gunbarrel in his mouth. Still stuck on his tongue as if he was chewing on a penny. "Three misfires.... would you call that fate?" He asked Rin. Knowing well that she didn't need to be within earshot to hear him. Rin brandishing another [Url= http://www.fantom-xp.com/wallpapers/75/Carmen_Electra_-_American_glamour_model.jpg]Female figure[/url] based off one of Romans magazines he so frequently read walked aimlessly around the rest of the room thanks to the extra freedom the steam gave her momentarily. "You know I don't believe in fate Rome." She scoffed as she made her way towards the coffee machine. Pushing a hand through it as if forgetting she couldn't touch it. "God dammit!" She moaned and Roman couldn't help but laugh. "Thought you didn't believe in god either." He said sarcastically as he turned off the shower. 

The bathroom mirror was fogged up from the steam. Roman smiled as he took his finger and wrote "Redrum" on it knowing well that it was two sided. He didn't bother to cover up as he walked away either. These agents hounding his every move saw his russian ass for three years now. Betting they knew each cheek better than he did. "Were out of grinds anyway so don't bother over exerting yourself, our 'Owners' should be bringing food in soon anyway...." Rome trailed off as he walked clear across the finely furnished "cell" and grabbed a pair of Bdu pants and a gray tshirt from the nearby locker and put them on. "Besides, not like you can drink it." He said sarcastically. Rin floated back to Him and watched the nearby cameras follow her from one side of the room to the other. "I like to watch it pour... its fascinating." She moaned mimicing a moping child. Roman couldn't help but laugh. "Ha! A Smoke based lifeform who can pretty much make you her bitch... likes to watch coffee drip. Hope your recording this guys!" He yelled towards nobody in particular over his shoulder. Rin dissolved around him just as he finished putting his shirt on. Taking a long deep breath as he felt that euphoric sensation like taking a long drag from a cigarette right after a good night of wild sex. "Asshole" Rin echoed in his mind just before she fully dissolved. Roman couldn't help but put on a grin. 

Roman walked over to the exit as he heard a familiar voice singing a god awful tune through the thick metal door. Giving the door three hard knocks with his fist he pressed the button on the nearby intercom. "Hey Yankee comrade! Mind singing something that's, you know.... GOOD? I've heard goats with better vocals." He antagonized walker in his butchered english due to his homeland tongue like he usually did. Its suprising walker hasn't blown his head off already. Roman was getting antsy sitting in the room. Its been weeks since his last job and He needed to get out soon. Pressing the button again hoping to get a reaction. "Hey when the food gets here, wanna come in and play some poker? You could sit back, relax... maybe even have a smoke. *low chuckle* sounds good da?"