D i a m o n d s A r e n ' t F o r e v e r .
Well it seemed to be a normal day in the life of Alexander O'Brien…that is, until she arrived. Kicking and screaming, they brought her squirming, howling form wrapped in a straight jacket that had too many buckles for him to count. He raised an eyebrow and smiled only slightly at the sight of her. 'So long, boredom.' He thought, almost hopefully, and continued watching as they sat her on the empty bed at the opposite corner of the room.
He watched as she screamed, screamed, and cursed and screamed even more when she saw them pull out a fresh syringe of tranquilizer. 'Ah,' he pondered as he was beginning to feel nostalgic, 'I remember it like it was yesterday.' She screamed some more, cursed some more, until it began to die down, and the fire faded from her soul. They proceeded to lay her limp body down onto the bed, making sure she was left in a semi-comfortable position. The crew of five left moments later, the "main man" turning around only to give Alex a "stink" eye before slamming the large, titanium plated door shut and locking it.
As soon as he was sure they were fully gone, he sat up on his bed cross-legged. He began to observe her, as he would need to would she try to attack him. He analyzed what body he could see she had, finding every weak spot he could. She was bruised all over, and that made him wonder what exactly she was here for. This was a disciplinary center, not some sort of place for victims of rape or domestic violence. Alex shrugged it off, nestling his shoulder blades back into the wall.
Her hair was wet, so they must've tried to clean her up or something, he thought. He began to hypothesize, trying to come up with a story about her in his own mind until she woke up. The girl's hair stuck to the sides of her face, cut short, choppy all around, and bangs that hung just over her eyes. Her skin was fair, with a few cuts spread about, and a large bruise spread over her right cheekbone. To him, it looked like the kind of bruise that came from a punch.
She was silent in her sleep, motionless, and serene—dead-looking, in his honest opinion. 'At least she doesn't snore…' he thought silently, watching her for about ten more minutes before he dozed off into his own dreamless dreamland.