Hallway

@III. Pantra [h] Naru took his words as a challenge. No one would ever speak to him in such tone. However since being here got, he had to work on his temper problem if he didn't want to get whipped or whatever the punishment was. Eyes followed when the other continued on an aimless path. Was he really going to let him go? Especially that sentence ringing through his ears. 'Fighting or trying killing me would end very badly for you'. Right. Nope. Not going to leave it be. He went to the male and dragged him to an open room, closing the door behind them now shoving the other back against it. "We'll see who ends up dead."

@III. Naru Fight or kill. Fight or kill. Like anyone could compare to him. His brain itself was a dangerous weapon. He didn't register the pain most people did. In fact, on any level of pain - he felt nothing. With a roll of his icy blue eyes, Pantra couldn't help but snort at the idea of someone killing him. That would be a relief. Sweet relief. A gorgeous reverie in limbo where his body is no longer his own and the darkness is his final resting place. "Do what you wish, but I warn you," he sighs, leaning against the wall for minute support, long hair blocking part of his face, "fighting or trying killing me would end very badly... for you." With that he hoisted himself off the wall and continued his trek down the hallway in search of excitement. Such dull days were spent coped up in his cell... and he was itching for something. Anything.

@III. Pantra "Yes." Eyes were set on this suspicious character. He studied his actions, how he held and carried himself, and especially his tone of voice. Actions and expressions spoke louder than words. This guy could've been mute and Naru wouldn't dare put it pass him to be on his toes. Though this individual didn't look the type to hurt anyone but there's a reason it's called a mask. He already slipped up about mis judging another which had him land up in here. It still bothers him to this day. "I don't know if I'll fight you or kill you." There was a soft sigh that lips his thin lips however and his eyes rolled off to the side. "Or leave you alone since all I want is food right now." Those dark orbs of his eyed towards the stranger's hand which resulted in a light grin. Clues clicking together and thoughts running into his head.

@III. Naru The air within the castle was... cold... to say the least. His clothing was less than appealing for such temprature, and he walked around barefoot. Customers rarely cared if he wore clothes or not - some even giving him clothes to wear, in which he decided to meticulously and maniacally tear into tiny shreds. He was not a doll. He was not something you could dress up in frills and lace on a whim. It was supposed to be a spur of the moment thing... not forced upon him for a one night stand. With a soft mumble under his breath, he huffed, turning a corner. Pantra's footsteps barely made a sound as he padded down the hallway, the irritation tickling at the back of his head. Due to an outburst with a high profiled customer, they kept him slightly sedated from time to time, and when the drugs wore off, hed find himself wanting to rip the faces off everyone he came into contact with. A voice stopped him in his tracks, pale blue eyes looking up to stare at the male in front of him, pale pink lips spreading into a smirk. "Why do you need to know? Just cuz you havent seen me around?" A thin eyebrow raises as he hums, nails scratching against the wall.

@III. Pantra All day long Naru just wanted a break from people, the guests who wanted his services to the mistreating of workers like the guards dragging him off anywhere that he was being called for. He just simply wanted to be alone. And eat no less. Which is why he made his escape to get out of their view. It had been a day since Naru has ate and frankly he's beginning to become reckless. Everyday Naru planned his escape. However Naru was getting increasing annoyed when he knows he's running out of options or even when he knows an escape plan isn't possible here. The Japanese walked casually, occasionally looking back to see if anyone was following him. He even looked behind hidden corners before continuing on. He'd be damnned if he was to be dragged off somewhere again or even back to that diggy cell and be locked up for god knows how long. The psychopath didn't want any trouble or wasn't looking for any trouble anyhow. He turned a corner, many that this huge castle has, and ran into another male by accident. A silent curse. And by look of this other, he could tell that he wasn't a normal guest or anyone important to the castle. He never met anyone like him before though. So he was confused certainly. But whoever this was, Naru put up a front in defense.
"I haven't seen you before. Who are you?"

@III. Naru It wasnt irritation. No. It was an itch. That turned into irritation. That then turned into frustration. Yes. At the moment, Pantra was frustrated. Everyone seemed so content with being bound to their cells, to allow people to come and go as they pleased. But the confinement of his cell was not something he wanted. When he saw his chance he quickly made his escape - something he was known to do after luring in a guard with empty promises of letting them do anything to him. He was small, he was effeminate, but that didnt mean he wasnt cunning or couldnt hold his own. Absolutely not. He was tried for murder. He was clinically diagnosed with psychopathic tendencies. Though, if he recounted correctly, he WAS a psychopath. That just made him laugh. All humans, in his opinion, were psychopaths. Why else would they live their lives for someone else? Through someone else? With someone else? A never ending push and pull of give and take. He was just as sane as the next person - in his own opinion. With a soft hum his fingers traced the wall as he took light, slow steps down the brightly lit corridor. It was empty... for now. And Pantra could bask in the silence for a while more before chaos erupted during the night.