'breaking the law [Rio]

[Reuben Angel Moore]

Reuben slammed his bags down with such force on the bed that they jumped back off with retaliation, landing on the floor by his foot. Swearing, he bent to pick them up, hoping that nothing inside had been harmed. Not that there was much that could be harmed. When he'd arrived, they'd taken all his glassware off him - even the plate that bore the Moore family crest. He'd protested to the point where they threatened to sedate him, and still didn't get it back. What an idiotic mistake those guards had made. What damage could possibly be done with glass? He thought back to the various grotesquely scarred people he'd seen in the corridor - self-harmers - and frowned. Well, it wasn't like he'd let them touch anything of his, anyway.

As he looked around the sparsely decorated room, he scowled. Despite his request on his application, despite telling the idiots here that he was a Moore, they had put him in a shared room? It was atrocious. Reuben wondered whether he'd be sharing with a boy or a girl. If it was a male, well, he was making a formal complaint. He'd put up with it if it was a female, as long as she kept to her corner of the room, and didn't leave hair curlers or anything lying around. She'd have to be exquisite, though. Sitting down on the bed, he began carefully taking his clothes from the bag, all neatly folded, and putting them into piles according to where they'd go in his chest of drawers. There was limited spacing, which was never good, and he realized that he was going to have to borrow some of his roommates drawers.

Taking all his shirts, he crossed the small room and opened the top drawer, which was filled with trousers and shorts. Taking them out, and putting them on the nearest bed - he wasn't just dumping them on the floor, or anything ridiculous - he carefully placed his clothing into the drawer. That left him with his three drawers; one for trousers, one for underwear, and one for personal items that he wasn't putting on the bookshelf. Perfect. As he put the last top in, he heard the handle of the door opening behind him, and turned, smiling. He'd figured out that he must be sharing with a male, due to the male clothing, but he would still be courteous. As the door opened, revealing a dark-haired male, he nodded politely, before turning back to the drawers and speaking over his shoulder. " Good day! I am Reuben Moore. Pleased to make your acquaintance. " He'd have usually shaken hands, but he was busy. " I needed some extra space - it's very limited here - so I took your top drawer. Your clothes are on your bed. " He closed the drawer gently, gesturing at the pile of trousers on Rio's bed, and went and sat on his own. " Tell me, at what time does the housekeeping arrive in the morning? "

[Riordan Shonski]

Rio took in the scene with faint amusement as he entered his room. A blonde guy, about his age, was putting stuff in Rio's drawer. Well, that wasn't a good first impression, Rio though, assuming that this boy was his new roommate. But he could handle the space issue later, provided this kid wasn't too nutty. He unzipped his jacket and threw it onto the bed, where it lay on the rest of his clothes, then dropped himself down after it, lounging against the wall, one leg dangling over the edge of his bed, the other drawn up against his chest, and he watched the other boy curiously.

Rio suppressed a grin. Posh kid, huh? Well, this could be interesting. He flicked through his options carefully in his mind. Talking normally wouldn't have much effect; he could talk in an exaggeratedly bad working class accent, but the idea didn't appeal much. So, then, he could meet the boy - Reuben - at his own level. "And yours. Riordan Shonski," he purred, holding out a hand to the boy once he'd finished arranging his clothes. "I'm certain I can find something to do with them. I'm afraid the service here is very poor - we don't get housekeeping." The temptation to add, 'it's a bitch, isn't it?' grew strong, and he bit it down. That kind of language was for later.

Kicking off his shoes, he crossed his legs neatly and sat with his back straight, still leaning against the wall, watching Reuben carefully, sizing him up. He was an actor, Rio knew that much, but he could tell nothing else simply by looking, as of yet. Narcissism was a likely contender, but he couldn't confirm that until he'd spoken to the boy some more.

[Reuben Angel Moore]

Reuben watched Riordan for a moment, before turning back to his drawers, unpacking slightly slower now there was another presence in the room. He might not be a cute girl, but he was someone that seemed entertaining enough. He was an actor; Rue believed that was how the system here worked, although he couldn't be completely sure. He assessed the other boy, wondering how long it would be before they got into a fight. It would be amusing, he thought. It was hilarious, seeing someones face, when they just couldn't figure out why nothing seemed to stop him. He always paid for it afterwards (it was the most irritating thing ever, forgetting he was in a cast and moving his arm, then having to have it re-casted), but those few seconds where he got a look of complete puzzlement... They made it worthwhile.

He supposed that he probably shouldn't be planning exactly how he was going to break the 'hey, I don't feel pain, bring it on' to his roommate, and decided to leave it for the time being. It was hard to explain. And people tended not to believe him. Reuben looked at the offered hand with a look of faint amusement, before taking the tips of Rio's fingers and shaking it briefly, before dropping it as though the other boy had fleas. Which was likely, in a place like this. If he caught fleas... Well, he wouldn't notice, but he'd be mad about it anyway.

At the revelation that there'd be no housekeeping, Reuben stared at the other boy. " Well, that's ridiculous. What do you do without it? " They couldn't honestly be expected to clean up themselves, could they? As well as having to handle being mentally unstable youths? That was just...too much.

Sighing, he regarded Riordan with mild interest. If he was going to be sharing with this boy, he should probably find out what was wrong with him. " May I ask why you have come to this- " he was on the verge of saying 'fine establishment' before realizing that that didn't fit " -...place? " The final word was said with contempt. It was awful here, he'd decided. Reuben spread his arms wide in a dramatic gesture. " I have been exiled here because... Well, for no reason that I can discern, really. I had several...crossings with a few other youths; that's the only reason I can think of. " There. He'd played the sympathy card.

[Riordan Shonski]

He rested his head against the wall, watching Reuben fill Rio's drawer with his own clothes, wondering idly what he was going to do about that. Move Reuben's clothes when he was gone, presumably. That just seemed so... petty. But it was fairly obvious, Reuben wasn't going to move his clothes simply because Rio asked, and so he didn't need to waste his breath. Shifting a shirt out of the way, he bought his over leg up, folding it up underneath him in a position he found oddly comfortable, if a slight contortion of his body's natural shape.

God, but he was an arrogant bastard. Rio lifted his eyebrow as Reuben spoke, struggling to contain a sneer. He couldn't handle cleaning up after himself? No way was he going to survive being Rio's roommate for the next two years, then, until one or the other of them left or had a mental breakdown and got carted away to a different psych ward. It was probably going to be Reuben, if the second option happened, Rio mused thoughtfully. He didn't know much about his new roommate, except that narcissism was probably at least one of the things he was here for and he was incredibly posh.

And that irritated Rio. He had to hold back a grin when Reuben shook his hand; it was probably the feeblest handshake he'd ever had, although it had been a while since he'd last shaken hands with a five year old girl. He decided to give up on the idea of getting on with Reuben; it wasn't worth the trouble. Wiping his hand on the leg of his jeans in an exaggeratedly casual movement, he rested his head on his other hand, leaning his cheek on his arm and watching Reuben disdainfully. "Me? Well..." he tilted his head thoughtfully, wondering whether or not to lie, not caring that it was fairly obvious what he was doing. After a long pause, he rolled his head back to face Reuben, and purred, "Sadistic personality disorder, narcissistic personality disorder. I smashed a sink with a guy's head, and the owners of the sink weren't best pleased. I expect the kid with the head injury wasn't either, but he was in hospital and I didn't ever see him again," he drawled, wondering whether Reuben would believe him. The exaggerated pause before speaking was a good trick; most people thought he was coming up with a suitable lie, and when he told them the truth, they assumed he was being sarcastic or lying to them. Reverse psychology, Rio thought fondly, was one of the best kinds.

[Reuben Angel Moore]

Reuben shut Rio's - his - drawers shut and crossed the room towards his half, where he proceeded to remove his 'fragile' items from the bottom of his bag; mainly his medical equipment. He wouldn't have usually waved all his thermometers and everything about, but Rio would have to get used to them, seeing as he was going to be using one every four hours for the rest of his life. As well as a blood pressure device, there were also various textbooks used for diagnostics - it was useful to know if a bone was broken or just dislocated, which he could sort out by himself - a reflex hammer and a few small items; plasters, bandages and the like. All useful household items.

As Rio spoke, he smiled to himself. Well, this would be fun. " My, technical, diagnosis, is of narcissic personality disorder, also. Histrionic, as well, and an obsession with violence. " Which was stupid, but most psychiatrists were. " I was sent here after an unfortunate incident with a certain Ms. Rose, who made some...comments. I believe she is also recovering from a head injury. " And a back, and a collarbone, he added silently. Well, he didn't want to scare the other kid away too fast. First, he'd mention the CIPAS syndrome. Then he'd laugh as Rio ran. Carrying all of his equipment to the top drawer, he smiled innocently at the other boy.

As he dumped the stuff in the drawer, he checked his watch. Four hours and eleven minutes. He needed to get a watch that reminded him at three hours fifty, really. It'd save him...possible death. At least he'd get to confuse Riordan. Taking the thermometer and his book out, he sat on the bed, putting the small stick in his mouth, and waited until it beeped, noting his temperature down in the small notepad. " Perfect, " he muttered to himself. He hadn't overheated, despite wearing thicker clothes than usual and being in a warmer climate than he was used too.

[Riordan Shonski]

Rio raised an eyebrow, seeing the boy take out a syringe. So, medication, huh? That was unexpected... and filled with potential. He gazed at Reuben as the other boy carried his stuff about the room, wondering what it was, and whether it would be life-threatening if somehow it went missing one day. But, those were thoughts for later. He returned Reuben's innocent smile, but inside, his whole being was quivering with anticipation. This would be so much fun... He stretched out a leg that was beginning to cramp, still obviously inspecting Reuben. He seemed... tough. On the outside, anyway. It was always worth getting to know people, was Rio's motto. Well, he didn't really have one, but it was a good lesson to go by.

Narcissism? He took in the almost-boastful tone of the boy's voice, the arrogant stance... so, he thought to impress Rio with his mentions of violence? apparently, they were almost on the same wavelength. Which meant that Rio knew exactly where to apply pressure to inflict maximum pain. The idiot had thought to warn him off with his mentions of fighting, but instead, he'd given him a valuable insight into his mind and how he worked. And Rio had had to expend less than minimum effort to get that information. He hooked his hands behind his head, resting against the wall with his legs stretched out, the very image of supreme arrogance, and grinned over at Reuben. "Sounds like we'll get along just fine, then," he drawled, knowing his tone, posture, and expression suggested the complete opposite. Boy, this was going to be fun. If he was right about this boy, he wouldn't need Leah, or Faye, or Jessie-dearest for entertainment here; he could just stay locked in his room with Reuben for the next two years. But then again, variety was the spice of life, was it not? And he needed something a little more than a narcissistic male to provide him with complete satisfaction. So that was that theory out of the window.

[Reuben Angel Moore]

Rueben wrapped a blood pressure cuff around his arm, sighing as he did so. It got old, the whole daily routine. Taking his blood pressure was to see if it was abnormal - obviously - because that also told him if he was in pain (if it was high), faint (if it was low) or okay. He squeezed the bulb repeatedly, looking at his hand to see if his blood was being cut off if he was squeezing it too tight. Apparently not. He checked the pressure gauge, noted it down beside his temperature and chucked the apparatus in his drawer, closing it and smiling at the other boy. He was dying to tell Rio, but it would be so much sweeter if it was during a fight...which he was sure would happen, eventually. Maybe he should try and cause one? It'd be easy enough.

"I'm sure we will," he answered, his tone even, but one eyebrow raised, sending out a very obvious 'yeah, right' message. Should he attack Rio when he was lying on his bed, arms behind head, defenceless? No. He didn't to fight dirty to win. Really, there was no way he could lose, which made him smile to himself. It was decided in his mind that he was going to try and cause a fight, preferably as soon as he could. "What sort of acting do you do?" Rue sat on the bed, his legs dangling off the side. "I practise the fine form of physical theatre... I assume you don't? It requires a lot of strength..." The unspoken 'which you don't posses' was obvious.

It wasn't enough. He wanted to make it more obvious. Tapping his fingers on his leg, he thought up ways to piss Riordan off. The obvious - insulting his masculinity - he had already done...well, he'd only insulted his physique. "I was wondering about the females of this establishment. Are there any...interesting ones?" After a supposedly thoughtful pause, he added "I suppose that you wouldn't know if there were, though." There. If Rio didn't attack him after that...well, he'd just have to start it off. He wasn't exchanging words for any longer than was strictly necessary. It bored him.