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Brick sat back leaning on the wall, watching each guard march back and forth in front of his cell bars. Most of them were men, unfortunately.

Brick: (thought) Good for Boomer. (scoffs)

Then he saw her. One of the female guards that were apparently attracted to him.

Brick: (thought) I think her name's Heather or Holly or something.

In reality, it was both. Holly and Heather Hills were twins, who both had crushes on Brick. As they walked by, Brick flashed them a flirtatious wink. Both girls giggled in excitement and proceeded to argue on which one of them Brick was directing his 'gesture' at.

Brick: (smiles to himself)(thought) These women are so naive. Like prey.

Brick imagined the two girls fighting over him, unknowing to the entire reason why Brick was giving them the time of day anyway. Brick knew that Holly was in charge of all the keys to all the cell gates and doors. Other then that he had no reason to acknowledge them. Especially in an intimate way.

Brick: (thought) They're not my type.

Lost in thought, Brick did not immediately notice the Chief and his special guards walk and stand in front of his cell gate. He didn't say a word, just glared.

Chief: Brick-

Brick: Sarah.

Chief: (winced but regained oneself) You are to report to the common room.

Brick: Common room? For what?

Chief: (smiles mockingly) For your anger management class of course.

Brick's eyes widened and his face hardened. He had assumed that the Chief had merely used the 'anger management class' as a method to scare him. He didn't know she would actually go through with it. But He didn't let her know how surprised he was, otherwise he would lose his 'stoic' reputation. He simply kept his icy cold glare at the Chief and her little special guards too.

Brick No.

Chief: (blinks) Excuse me?

Brick: I said, (glares at her) no.

Chief straightened, prepared to order every single guard in the facility to come in and take him to the common room. She didn't care if they even had to drag him there. She was fed up with Brick's disrespectful manner. But Blossom whispered in her ear a better solution.

Chief: Very well.

She, along with the girls, walked away from the gate. Brick watched them leave, keeping his expression motionless.

Brick: (thought) Whatever.

***A Few Moments Later***

Brick: (thought) The fuck-?

The Chief and special guards were back, this time with a formally dressed woman. A woman that the other inmates ogled and swooned over behind their cell bars. A woman that even Brick had to admit, was rather beautiful.

Dr. Rivera: I would appreciate it if you emptied the hall and left. I would like to be alone with Mr. Jojo.

Brick noticed that Dr. Rivera spoke with a strong spanish accent. He also noticed the shocked expressions of the 3 special guards.

Blair: Are you insane?! He is a dangerous criminal that I would advise you not to get so comfortable with!

Brick smirked at the comment and listened on to the argument.

Dr. Rivera: Yes, I understand. But I will never be able to get him to fully open up to me if not done in private. I do this with all my patients, Mr. Jojo will not be any different.

The 3 special guards looked on to the Chief, waiting for her output on the situation.

Chief: I suppose, leaving you two alone without supervision or surveillance is...alright. But if anything happens, you contact us immediately.

Dr. Rivera: Oh of course! I wouldn't dream of it. Bye.

The Chief ordered for all other inmates in the hall be taken outside for an early free time. As the hall cleared out, Buttercup, as Blair, opened Brick's gate for Dr. Rivera to enter. For a split second, their eyes met before being cut off by the sound of the gate closing behind Dr. Rivera. Buttercup hesitantly walked off leaving Brick and Dr. R alone in the cell. Brick decided to remove the smirk on his face and replace it with a glare. He still wasn't too keen on having to take anger management classes. Dr. Rivera sat on the cot bed, facing Brick on the floor.

Dr. Rivera: Ahem! Alright, Brick. My name is Dr. Rivera-

Brick: What's your first name?

Dr. Rivera: Alicia. But you can call me-

Brick: Alicia.

Dr. Rivera opened her mouth to say something but shook it off. If Brick found it more comfortable to call her by her first name, then so be it. She wasn't going to get caught up in it.

Alicia: Ok, Brick, let's start off-

Brick: I like the name Alicia. It's pretty.

Alicia blinked and squinted at the man sitting in front of him. Of course she knew the type of men Brick and his brothers were. All they cared about was getting out of jail, using any method they could think of. Obviously seducing the woman of the facilities was a very common one.

Alicia; Thank you. (polite smile) Now, we'll start off with the things that make you angry. Tell me and be specific and why.

Brick: Hmmm. That's a lot of things, Alicia.

Alicia: That's ok. We have plenty of time.

Brick: Alright. Um, (thinks for a moment then his face hardens) Pinky.

Alicia: Blossom makes you mad? (he nods) Tell ahy? What about her makes you angry?

Brick: Everything. The way she walks the way she talks. The way she smirks every time she manages to lay a punch on me. I hate her.

Alicia: Mhmm. (jots down notes) What about her sisters? Do they make you angry? Do you hate them?

Brick: (chuckles) Bubbles is too ditzy to hate.

Alicia quickly wrote that down.

Alicia: What about Buttercup? What are your feelings on her?

Brick furrowed his eyebrows in thought. He never paid much attention to the green puff. They never fought in battle but from all the bruises and concussions he had witnessed Butch endure, she was quiet strong. He shrugged his shoulders.

Brick: I don't know Buttercup well enough to hate her.

Alicia: So you're indifferent to her?

Brick nodded. As Alicia wrote down notes, she noticed Brick's big arms, almost completely covered in tattoos. She had noticed some on Boomer's arms too and assumed that the green ruff had plenty.

Alicia: Where did you get your tattoos?

Brick: My tatts? From HIM.

Alicia: Mhmm. Tell me about them. What do they mean?

Brick stared at Alicia for some time, trying to figure out if she was serious or not. When he found out she was, he started to unbutton his jumpsuit. Alicia's eyes widened and she reached for the alarm button on the side of the wall. Brick saw this and rolled his eyes.

Brick: (smirk) Relax. I'm just showin' you my tatts.

With the top portion of the jumpsuit unbuttoned, Alicia could see the couple of symbols and designs that engraved Bricks chest.

Brick: (points as he explains) This one is a red and pink yin and yang sign. It represents Pinky and I.

Alicia: So its supposed to show you two as opposites, working together?

Brick: Not really. I honestly JUST hate the bitch.

Alicia: Oh.

Brick: (continues) This one is a brick on fire. It represents, well, ME and my fire ability.

Alicia: Mhmm.

Brick: This is the Scorpio sign.

Alicia: Oh! You're a Scorpio?

Brick: Nah. My bros just picked the sign that they thought best represented me. We all did. Or else we would all have the same sign, cause we were born on the same day.

Alicia: Oh. What's your REAL sign?

Brick: Aries.

Alicia: Ok. (writes it down) You know, I'm also a Scorpio?

Brick shrugged his shoulders.

Alicia: (smiles) Please, continue.

Brick: These are a bunch of x's.

Alicia: What do they stand for?

Brick: What else? Chemical X.

Alicia nodded.

Brick: This says 'Burn'. This says 'No Regrets'. This says 'No'.

Alicia: What about that one? (points to a written name on his chest)

Brick: (grins) That's my girl. (pauses) She's waiting for me.

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