That's the way we do [[JK]]

[Chains]

Chains grunted as he bussed his tray down the line at the food hall. He was so hungry that he couldn't be bothered fighting anyone and hadn't tried to push past the guy in front of him that was so muscly he looked ready to kill. He would deal with him later, simply for being in the way, but since he was finally being served, he wouldn't bother yet.

He was happy to spot just one empty table left once he was ready to eat so he headed straight there, not caring who he bumped into since his eyes were trained to the table. Just as he was arriving a few smaller boys, probably thieves, took a seat there. Once he reached it he set his tray down and began to pull the chain from his belt, watching the boys scurry off to find another place to sit.

Feeling accomplished, Chains took his seat and smirked to himself, beginning to eat the cardboard like food as he congratulated himself internally.
Alone at last.

[jk]

Picking up her tray full of rock hard food JK spun around to see where there would be an empty space to eat. Pretty much anywhere really. Everyone else was too afraid to exit their cell for fear of getting their asses beat. As her eyes scanned the area she noticed a familiar face; Chains. The two had an interesting history, random fuck buddies, past relationship on the outside that was more purely based on partying. She hadn't seen him since before he'd hooked up with his baby's momma. JK was one of the few in Westerbridge who knew not to bring up the little girl unless they'd met her.

Walking towards the table a few down from Chains she looked towards him once more, catching his eyes. They shared that gaze as she set her tray down, settling herself on the bench right after. The two were never really polite to each other, but never really mean either. Out of all the girls' in the facility Jk was the only one that Chains had a remote soft spot for. Perhaps because she was the only girl brave enough to challenge him, to prove that she couldn't be fucked with. They were bosses after all, they had a higher standard to live up to.

[Chains]

Chains looked up, almost sensing there was someone around that he wouldn't absolutely hate having to sit with. Spotting JK he nodded in recognition of her before looking back down to his food. He was enjoying the time alone, he was always happiest that way but people always bothered him some way or another. People he didn't know making eye contact with him, maybe even offering a smile, it was like a fight invitation to him.

His mind slid back to JK, as he expected she'd be sitting with him soon enough, that or the grape juice he had reminded him of her. He accepted how she would challenge him, and liked a good battle for control combined with a fuck here or there, but other than that he didn't consider her as more than just another woman. Even if she was the only woman he'd be seen with in the entire place.

[jk]

If there was one thing that JK was infamous for in the entire facility it was finding ways to piss Chains off. It wasn't that she enjoyed abuse necessarily mostly she just liked to rile him up, liked to keep him on his toes. Everyone else was too afraid of him. Sure JK had read his file and realized that he was in there for murdering his ex..but that didn't strike her as bad. From what she'd heard the few times they'd had any serious conversation the girl had definitly had it coming. You don't cheat on a guy then say you're leaving him with his baby. Life doesn't happen that way.

Picking up what was supposed to be a grape JK aimed it towards Chains and tossed it. She wasn't planning on bothering sitting next to him when he so clearly enjoyed his alone time. But there was no reason for her not to toss something his way; see how far she could push him before he pushed back. To everyone around them they were the couple that refused to be a real couple. Something both of them chose not to acknowledge. Picking up another grape she tossed it, smirking lightly as it landed right beside his grape juice.

In the back of her head JK knew it wasn't a good idea to fuck around with dangerous people; but then again the way she grew up made JK fear dangerous people less than the average person. She was missing that part in her brain that said 'this is a stupid idea' and generally went with whatever she and Chains would fight violently about. Even if it was a pool stick. Picking up one more grape she aimed it then put it into her mouth instead, waiting for a reaction.

[Chains]

Chain had been surprised by the grape that landed in his soup, splashing him in the face. He had a good idea where it came from but he didn't want to react straight away. If it weren't JK he would be shocked by anyone trying to mess with him. Looking around he spotted JK eating grapes and he scowled at her, pushing the bowl aside so it smashed on the floor, spilling soup everywhere and gaining the attention of everyone in the room.

He didn't care if people stared, he took another gulp of his soup and got up, not caring that he walked through the remains of his lunch, getting broken china stuck into the bottom of his boots. He had been looking forward to his meal so JK was in trouble. Once he reached her he grabbed her arm, giving her a tug. "Wrong day." He hissed, leaning over her and keeping the tight grip on her arm.

[jk]

Throughout her childhood JK had spent much of her time being abused and intimidated in just about every way possible.So having a big guy like Chains wasn't as scary to her as it should have been. As his grip found her arm she looked up and smirked at him. His words ringing in her ears though she didn't seem to care. "And you think that's going to matter to me?" She shot back, her eyebrow raised mockingly. There was no one else that Chains could be around that wouldn't have pissed their pants. But that was just the effect JK had around Chains. No matter what he did to her he never quite got into her head like he wanted to.

Standing up as his grip tightened JK tilted her head, took another grape and tossed it at him. "Go ahead big guy, beat the shit out of me. If that's what will make you feel better." All the younger and newer inmates were staring at JK and Chains with horror, they all thought he was going to hall off and off her right then and there. But JK knew better than that, so did Chains. Even the Wardens had more sense to step in on a fight or argument between the two. How else had they gained their status in the facility. Picking up a grape from her tray she popped it into her mouth and chewed, waiting for whatever he planned on landing on her. Fear wasn't necessarily something that consumed JK often. Especially with Chains, because she knew if anyone else fucked with her like he did they'd be killed on spot by Chains.

[Chains]

Chains always hated when people didn't crumple before him, but with JK he'd stopped expecting her to, though it always made him try harder. He always wanted to control everyone around him, controlling people was the easiest way for him to assure himself he'd never be bothered. It wasn't that he was hiding his soft side or anything, more like he was just a different person within Westerbridge. He wasn't to be crossed because he didn't have the ability to be compassionate anywhere except the visitors room.

He also hated to be humiliated in public, so when JK through another grape at him he hit her hard across the face with the back of his hand. It was all the damage he planned on giving her but it felt so good to deliver, especially as it coupled with gasps from all the people not used to their public displays. He wasn't so angry once he'd hit her, actually he felt quite good. He had a feeling she knew fighting was a release for him, she'd always seemed to have him entirely figured out so he didn't feel bad about hitting her. It stopped him from permanently traumatising one of the younger inmates, ruining their lives for good. He and JK were already messed up and what they had going worked well, at least from his side of things.

Once he was sure she'd recovered from the hit he got his grip on her arm again, staring her right in the eyes. It was her move in their endless games and he was sure she wouldn't disappoint.

[jk]

The first time JK allowed herself to blink was the moment she felt Chains hand collide with her cheek. Now there was no denying that she hated being hit across the face, it was just something that infuriated her. But this was Chains and he was not someone she was going to allow to get inside her head whatsoever. It was her job to do that to him. As she stood up again, a palm pressed to her cheek she shot him a smirk. "Feel better?" She asked him her eyebrow raised once more. Her cheek was going to be red for a little bit but nothing that she hadn't felt before.

With her free hand JK reached down and snagged her knife, clutching the plastic utensil in her hand she ran it gently down Chains neck. They weren't really all that useful for anything but threatening people, but she loved making Chains squirm. Making him crazy with the desire to get to her in all the ways that he hadn't in the years they'd been there. With all the force she had JK raised her arm and slammed the knife into Chain's bicep. The plastic knife only went about and inch and a half in, but that didn't matter. There was some sort of satisfied smirk on her face. Cause I feel better. She cooed, her eyes dancing with his in a way that no one could possibly understand.

Next to his daughter and the girl he murdered JK knew she was the only girl that came close to being anywhere in Chains heart. She was just in the more violent, vent your frustrations category, whereas the other two mattered more. That was the only part that bugged JK. She wanted to matter more. But the smirk remained on her face, the mocking twinkle stayed in her eye, and they both stood there a she waited for him to react. The plastic knife sticking in his bicep, waiting to be pulled out. Their bodies inches apart.

[Chains]

Chains had for a moment allowed himself to believe he'd won that round, not noticing her reaching for the knife as he kept eye contact with her. His eyes flickered for a moment to take in the red mark on her cheek the same size as his hand. He loved leavings marks, though he usually didn't on her. With a lot of the kids he hurt he'd tied them up with his chain while he beat them so they'd have an imprint that was exclusively his. With JK though the only thing that mattered to him was leaving an impression internally. He wanted to get into her head, shake things up in there so she wouldn't be able to rid herself of him even when they were both long out of the facility.

Just as his eyes had flicked down to inspect said mark she went into action, digging the knife into his bicep causing him to wince, but luckily because of how he would always grind his teeth he didn't let out any noise that would show weakness. It hurt like hell and when his eyes casually slid to see it sticking out of his arm he couldn't help but feel very queasy. He reached over slowly, pulling the blade out in a quick moment, letting out a sigh as he did, then looking back at her.
"That was my favourite tatt." He told her, feeling the blood starting to seep from his wound. He was yet to react, knowing that he could take the chain to her neck to teach her a lesson, but instead he wanted her to look.

[jk]

There were so many games that JK and Chains had played with each other since they'd met at a party years ago. But this was stepping over the edge a little bit. Both determined to win, JK determined to prove she wouldn't budge whereas Chains wanted inside her head. JK was already inside his and she knew it, perhaps that was the biggest reason he had never hurt her to the point of no return. As he spoke of his wound JK smirked once more. Well, now it's my favorite of your tatts too. When it came to JK's tone it was even when handling Chains. She never raised her voice, if anything it was mocking. Proving he couldn't get to her.

Knowing the look in his eyes JK kept her gaze on his face, her expression changing only to have her smirk fade and her eyebrow raise. I don't need to look to know that i've caused you to bleed. Leaning in closer to him so their lips were inches apart she finally smirked, their breath venom against one another. Do you like it when I make you bleed? She teased, her tone never wavering in it's mockery. Chains could bring her within an inch of her life and JK wouldn't budge from her stance. Today she wanted to see just how far they could push each other.

[Chains]

Chains was using all his normally non-existent self-control to stop from beating her senseless. It was only his favourite tattoo because Ava loved it so much. She was always tracing it when she visited him so he wanted to punish JK. He wish he knew how to break her, he wanted to win once and for all but she had always bested him. He never considered himself a smart man but he'd always known how to find weaknesses. Problem being that JK had apparently been broken long before he met her and there wasn't much left he could do.

Hurting her had never really accomplished anything except calming him for a moment until she let him know that she didn't even care. He infuriated her and the only way he could think that would make a difference would be a mental attack which just wasn't his skill. "Why bother?" He shrugged and crossed his arms. "You're not worth it." He broke eye contact with her to look down, grabbing a napkin from her tray and pressing it to his arm to stop the bleeding.

[jk]

It was never in JK's mind that she wanted to destroy the man before her; It was always a game with the two because Chains was too stubborn to admit that there was more to him than violence and hate. Despite his knowledge she'd seen him with his daughter; through the double sided mirrors that led to the visitor's room. That was the Chains she desired in many ways. But the one she had...fighting was the only way either of them understood how to communicate.

Taking a snagged band-aid out of her back pocket she waited for a moment. Letting his words flow past her momentarily. Catching his gaze she chuckled. "You keep telling yourself that babe." Her voice stroked, before she jerked the napkin from him. Wiping the blood from his arm JK applied the band-aid before ripping her arm out of his grip. Her eyebrow raised once again. "Keep trying to convince yourself that I'm nothing, that i don't get under your skin. That I don't get inside." She whispered so no one but him could hear. After all, only she and Chains knew just how deep they went. Just how far they had pushed each other and just how they worked. Her voice was fierce however low. Her eyes were penetrating and JK knew it was only a matter of time before things would escalate once more.

And in the back of JK's mind as they stood there, gauntlets thrown, did she realize that someday the two of them would be something no one expected, especially them.

[Chains]

Chains hated losing, but at the same time he didn't exactly know what it was he was trying to win. Breaking the unbreakable was an impossible task but he'd keep trying to keep himself occupied. As he'd thought earlier, she stopped him from killing by taking things out on her which worked well for him. If he got his sentence lengthened so he'd have to go to prison he wouldn't be able to deal with it. He was counting down the days until he got out and would be able to make a life for himself and his daughter. He'd even provide for his sister if he could. If it weren't for her he'd never see little Ava.

He couldn't let anyone know about his tender side, how he just wanted to be a normal man. He didn't know how to properly punish himself, seeing as he'd lost the woman he loved and was missing important parts of his daughter's life, but he could easily take his anger out on others. It was easier for him. Watching JK fix his arm really pissed him off more and he pushed her backwards, grabbing a grape from her tray and popping it into his mouth.

[jk]

Being locked up with people had few perks. One of the few being you knew who they were without really trying. In JK and Chains case...she knew him better than he thought. She knew his weakness for his daughter, she knew his weakness against himself, and she knew that half the reason most of the new kids were still alive was because Chains had been too busy beating the shit out of her. Which didn't bother her at all considering his abuse was mild in comparison to her childhood. As he pushed her away from caring for his arm she shook her head with a chuckle, brushing a few strands of pink and black hair from her face. "So typical of you don't you think?" She crooned, catching her footing once more before planting herself a foot from him.

Taking the strength she had, which thanks to the gym in the facility was more than average, JK shoved Chains as hard as he could. She waited for him to catch his footing before shoving him again. Picking up her tray while she waited for him to sit up she tossed the food off it, slamming the tray against the table. "You really don't get it do you?" She said with barely a hint of compassion in her voice. JK did not want Chains to see the nice and sweet side of her too much, he'd take it as a weakness and use it against her the best he could. Instead JK stood ready and waiting for whatever he had next, the tray waiting in her hand to be swung into his face if he really thought he could be her. Five feet apart and a battle waiting to be fought. No one dared move.

[Chains]

Chains had been surprised the first time JK had pushed him, but the second time he'd already planted his feet so he didn't budge from his spot. He grabbed his belt, pushing the easily malleable lock and opened it, taking it from his waist and wrapping it around his hand. He wasn't afraid of her tray. It was too large to sting from a hit and if she were to get him around the head, her hands would be close enough to get a hold of. He was ready for her.

"Don't get what?" He asked, breaking the silence and sneering at her. He had a feeling if the wardens did try to interfere they would go for her first, most of them assuming because she was a woman she would be easier to control. Oh if only they knew. "Don't get that your games won't win me over?" He suggested, waiting for her to make a move. If she did lunge at him it would be a victory on his part, as he would be able to make her snap.