Damian Black

*You were laying on the floor of your dingy cell, staring at the ceiling, nothing to do as you awaited your new guard that was assigned to you. Then, Damian walked up to the bars of your cell, knocking on them to get your attention. Taking in your appearance carefully he says in a deep low voice* Get up *He says simply. He was tall, and in his uniform, his dark hair tousled and falling into his handsome face. He raised an eyebrow at you as he waited for you to follow his orders*

*she turns to look at him, not getting up*

*Damian sighs and rolls his eyes, his face expressionless. He doesn't seem like the kind of man who gets easily annoyed* Get. Up.

*He glares at you, his voice low and stern* You're not thinking straight. This is a real gun, and you're in a mental institution. You're not supposed to be playing around with weapons.

I'm not crazy, I'm just bored.

*He scowls, as he crosses his arms* You're in a mental institution, that's the definition of crazy.