[center][color=f7976a][h2][color=ed1c24]Rueyn aka The Reaper[/color][/h2]
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[color=ed1c24][i]Noise... always so much noise... Shut the fuck up, all of you.[/i][/color]

The tall redhead paced in her yellow-lit cell, doing her best to ignore the screaming, howling, yelling, and crying of the other inmates. The screeches of "I'm hungry NOW!" from the flesh-eater dug into her brain like thumbtacks, the constant commentary of the cannibalistic clown was an annoying constant like a buzzing fly, and then the [I]thuk thuk thuk[/i] of the guard's baton on her plexiglass cell front wall made her snarl, fiery eyes blazing with aggravation at the endless barrage of stimuli. Thankfully, it was the one guard and fellow redhead who knew all of her triggers and how to help take the edge off, and oh, fuck yes! Goddess bless that woman's heart, she brought the candies!

"Harder to ignore it today, Reaper?" Gaurd Romanov asked, unlocking the cell. "Good thing I brought your favorite snack from HQ after the meeting this morning." 

[color=ed1c24]"It's always hard,"[/color] Rueyn replied as she caught the bag of candied ginger root cubes with delight after it was tossed to her, grateful that small mercies were allowed even for dangerous people like her. [color=ed1c24]"But yes. Everyfuckingbody and their goddamn grandma are screaming and crying and being assholes today. Like, everyfuckingbody. Except maybe the electric lass. She almost never makes any noise other than her lightning."[/color]

"Sorry to hear it. Cuff up, Reaper, they want you in the cafeteria now. Mask up, too."

[color=ed1c24]"Well, fuck, you hide from the staff [I]one[/i] fucking time and they go apeshit."[/color]

Romanov shrugged, not at liberty to explain the whys or even care. She waited patiently as Rueyn begrudgingly snapped the power-dampening anklets to herself, already wearing the matching wristbands, and slipping on the black mask that molded to her face so that it would fit comfortably without needing straps to keep it in place which also acted as yet another power dampener. Once ready she gave a deep, demonic rumble noise, almost like a lion, to signal she was ready. She could speak with the mask on, but always felt even less like talking when she wore it, partly because the filter on it to help with the overwhelming smells made her voice deeper and more demonic which annoyed the fuck out of her when she wasn't trying to intimidate anyone and just wanted a semi-regular conversation. 

"Got some of your ginger in your pockets?" Romanov gestured towards the box of ginger candies and Rueyn nodded. "Alright, come one."

Romanov pivoted and led the tall demon out of her cell, Rueyn having to duck just a little as the ceilings of the cells in the facility were not designed with any taller humanoids in mind. Her long and wavy crimson red hair and horns stuck out above the majority of the other inmates, making her black-clad, black-masked and heavily scarred form easiest to see. some of the inmates who had gotten on her violent side quickly got out of the way, not wanting a repeat with the reaper demon. The closer they got to the cafeteria, the more her irritation from the stimuli grew.

Before she knew it she was standing at a table that already had several inmates sitting at it, only hearing the last part of something one of them (the "resident ghoul" as many called him, and she knew it was partly because of the smell of decay that clung to him like a second skin) had said "perhaps we can establish a mutually beneficial relationship." A few others she vaguely recognized, such as the cannibal clown and a pyromancer of some sort, she couldn't entirely remember who the others were though, or any of their names. And one dude that was hella bound and escorted by at least two gaurds.

[i] Noises... jaws chewing, lips, smacking, throats gulping, sounds of coughing, faint laughter, a few confrontational conversations that might erupt into violence if left unchecked, and above all, the constant hum of voices, both indistinct from one another and yet easy to pick each individual out at the same time.[/i]

It made her... edgy, overstimulated and irritable. 

Sensing her prisoner's mood, Romanov said, "Try not to [i]kill[/i] anyone this time."

[color=ed1c24][i]"I make no promises,"[/i][/color] the mask made her voice rasp and rumble like thunder as she gazed at them, the mask effectively helping to hide her emotions as she sat on the far end of the table.

"I mean it, Reaper, behave yourself for once and maybe you'll get a double ration of your ginger."

[color=ed1c24][I]"Hmmmm... I'll think about it."[/i][/color]

The guard sighed in resignment as she walked away to lean against the nearby wall and keep an eye on her, watching her long red hair trailing out of its bun and down her shoulder blades and hoping that she wouldn't be called in to wrangle the Reaper out of yet another fight. Even without her powers, Rueyn was an immortal being with immortal strength, speed and reflexes, and anger that burned eternally. Those facts alone made her a dangerous being and hard to contain.

Rueyn gave no shits if she was interrupting a conversation they were having. She could sit wherever the fuck she liked and if anyone tried shit with her... well, Romanov might have to pull her off of another bloody, shredded corpse. quite a few inmates had learned to be wary of the Reaper and her razor-wire sharp bone-colored claws that could lengthen and even sharpen when feeling threatened, aggressive or violent.
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