Eyes watched as a bitch walked towards her, a manic smile across the other's face, her own eyes rolled. The first captive she saw was not giving a great impression of the territory. She had half expected there to be larger gangs, all fighting and dead dying, but this wasn't the streets, it was jail. Whatever, no one's perfect, they all had their flaws. Some just had larger flaws, ended up in places like this. Cool eyes followed the other girl's movements as she neared. Fingers gripped around the hidden knife in her vest pockets, just in case the teen before her was a freak or just plain annoying. She could never stand annoying people, people who tried to get her to do something, people who just would not shut up. A problem of which had gotten her in to this dump in the first place.

As the other girl stopped before her and spoke, she raised her eye brows, quizzical and bored. The girl appeared to be a nut case, but the girl guessed that wasn't the reason for why she had been placed in the 'asylum'. Most often times the outside appearance meant nothing, it was just a hollow shell that the mind in habituated. What really mattered was the real thoughts and actions. Hands were removed from her pockets, no real threat here, and thin arms were crossed. Only ninety-seven pounds, she was underweight and it showed. Lack of a home and real food had laid their toll over her sixteen years of hell. She had always figured that she'd die young, apparently that wasn't going to happen as she was to spend the rest of her life among the jailed.

Harsh eyes watched as the other turned her back, an unwise move that would have gotten herself killed on the streets, but this wasn't New York, this was jail. As the other girl laughed an unwanted chill ran through the girl's body, she hated laughter. Any kind of it. Ever since she had watched her father kill her brother she had hated laughter, ended with the death of one unfortunate teen. A sharp glare was given, the only warning before she'd whip out her blade, anything more was a dead give away. Sighing she picked up the few bags she had, nothing better to do, might be able to find some use in the appearingly older teen, bait or some other low life job. No emotions crossed her face as she walked towards the other girl, Melody, slut name, and stood beside the other.

Names Jit. How long you been here?

Not offering up her real name, she gave her gang name. Short for Jitter it was given to her as she could never pass a car without trying to break into it. Her hands always trembled a little before she actually broke in, something that had suck in her name. Her question was not rather important, but maybe the other would happen to tell why, it was always rather interesting to see which were the insane kids and which were the murderers.