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The inmates were being led lazily to their recreational cell, chains clanking and eyes drooping. Jerome looked at the sad saps around him, smiling at the group of misfits. He finally fit in, and even better, he could stand out.

As their cell door was being closed, a faint noise - like howling - could be heard in the distance. Howling then laughter, then back again, getting closer and closer. Some of the more conscious howled back in answer each time, as if playing a primal game of Marco Polo, looking for their lost member.

Extremely curious as to who, or what, was causing the disruption, Jerome walked toward the oncoming noise. Looking through the bars, he could see a petite girl being escorted by two guards. She was the one howling and laughing, waiting on her peers before letting out another howl.

She had her feet lifted off of the ground so the guards were carrying her. Thanks to her small stature, they didn't seem to mind much, even shaking their heads almost fondly at the volume of her voice.

The guards carried her into the cell and when they tried to sit her down, she jerked her legs forward so she was standing on top of the table. The howls and jeers stopped as she smiled at everyone, "Your alpha, has arrived!" She cheered with a howl, causing the other inmates to howl also. "Get down from there Mills, and stop causing a commotion!" A guard scolded above the howling, tapping his nightstick against the bars.

Jerome gazed at her, this girl that captured the attention of the entire room in less than a minute. This girl oozing confidence and pride, and he was absolutely captivated. He was fascinated with her short pastel pink and jet black hair, with the smoothness of her creamy brown skin foreign to him. She had him enticed.

After a second warning from the guard, the girl sat down, taking the volume of the room with her. This was his time to step in and make his move on the brown beauty. Casually, Jerome smoothed his eyebrows down and slipped into the seat across from her, turning up his constant charm. "Hiya gorgeous." He said, smiling at her, silently pushing for conversation.

She peeked at him over the newspaper she'd mysteriously acquired with an eyebrow quirked, "Hey kid." She flashed her own smile at him, wide and warm, with dimples piercing her cheeks. "What's your name? I haven't seen you around, so I have to warn you," Jerome shielded his mouth in a stage whisper, "They aren't very kind to new comers."

The girl closed her paper and sat it down, "The name's Fame, kid, cause that's what I'm destined for." She held her hand out to Jerome, who smiled wider at her nonchalant attitude and commanding presence. "Has a nice ring to it." He grabbed her hand, "Jerome, I didn't end up so lucky." The girl laughed, "Me neither kid, it sounded nice though didn't it? Nah, my name's Rumer. Rumer Mills, tried and true."

Jerome looked at her, leaning closer "So, Rumer, whatcha in for? Wait, no, don't tell me, daddy had it comin'? Boyfriend got a little too expectant on a steamy prom night?" She raised an eyebrow at the seemingly stereotypical reasons for a girl her age to be in an asylum, "I wish I'd done that now. That'd be a great story to tell the tabloids, but nope. All I did was gas about one hundred twenty-four cheerleaders. Took a bat, bashed some legs, and hung the more guilty ones from the ceiling by their wrists like the puppets they were. It sounds like a lot, but it was well planned." She said, wiggling her fingers like a puppeteer.

Jerome laughed, "Snazzy. I like a little flare myself, but all I did was slice up my mommy and hide her body amongst a slew of circus carts." Now was Rumer's turn to laugh at the smiling boy, "You had mommy issues? Nice. I thought maybe you shot up a drugstore or something. When you just hold your face still you look so sweet and innocent. That must have been helpful. Nice job kid, I wouldn't have the guts to off my mom. Or the heart."

Jerome shrugged, "What can I say, she was begging for it." Rumer couldn't help but laugh as she leaned forward, "You're new aren't you, kid?" At her question Jerome raised an eyebrow and pointed to himself, "Oh, well not really, I've been here for about three weeks."

Rumer nods to herself, "Ohhkay. I've been in solitary for a month, that's why I didn't know you." Jerome shook his head in mock disappointment, "And to think, I was hoping I was the veteran. Ya know, show the pretty new girl around." He said, now feigning sadness.

Rumer smiled at his charisma and charm, wondering how he ever could have gotten caught. "Sorry to say you're still fresh meat, kid. I've been here three months, I was transfered here from a different asylum. I like Arkham better anyways though. I think the guards love me in their own little way too."

Just as Jerome was about to comment, the guards came back, "Get in line, your half an hour's up!" Rumer stood at the command, "That's my cue. I'll see ya later Valeska." Jerome looked at her curiously, smile still on his face, "I didn't tell you my last name." He said in a question, "I told you kid," Rumer called over her shoulder, "The guards, they love me."

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