Arkham Asylum

The voice startled him and he shot up, backing away from the corner. Some other chick was sitting there. How had he not noticed before? "Materʹ Bozhiya!" he exclaimed in surprise. "Poios sto diáolo- Who the bloody hell are you?!?" His fingers wove into the hair on the side of his head and he clenched his fists tightly, as though for comfort. Alexei hated being scared. He took another tentative step away and bit his tongue once more. 

Warden Ghost made his way to the entrance of asylum where Doppleganger was just now being carried in. The guards were on their way to bringing Doppleganger to solitary when the warden phased through the crowd and Doppleganger and stood in their way. He held his hand out as a sign they should stop. The guards ceased movement and awaited the wardne's instructions.

Warden Ghost pointed to a cell in the general area that had only one bed and was separated from the entire block of cells. "But warden.." one of the guards began to argue. Warden Ghost pulled down his shades to give the guard an icy stare with his pale eyes. The guards carried Doppleganger to her cell and placed her on her bed.

The warden the walked outside to the area where all the patients were enjoying rec time. He stood by the door of the asylum looking at everyone. "Lunch.." the warden said in a soft tone, but mysteriously his voice seemed like a whisper in every inmates ear. He stood by the door waving everyone to come in. The warden put his hands behind his back as he took a glance at every patient that walked back into the asylum.

Dr. Hans who was not as brave as Ghost stayed in his office and got on the intercom. "Warden Ghost is pleased with your behavior in the yard, as a result all inmates have the option of eating their food in cafeteria or their cells." After Hans made the announcement he headed towards Dr. Milo's office. Hans had searched for Juggernaut and realized that he was scheduled for an psychiatric evaluation with Dr. Calhoun. Hans politely knocked on the door to where the evaluation was being held.

The stranger shot up and bursted out something in... a weird language. Shadow sighed and looked up. It was a man and he looked shocked - almost scared.

"Who the bloody hell are you?" he asked and nervously ran his fingers through his hair, taking another step away from her. "Why the hell do you care?" Shadow asked and examined him with her eyes. She hadn't seen him before, probably because she'd been in solitary most of the time. He looked good though, with his black hair and all.
She looked back up at his face and stared him in the eyes, enjoying that he seemed so startled. "I'm Shadow." she said cynically.
"And who the fuck are you then?" she asked and smiled falsely, not even bothered to make it look genuine.

As she smiled, someone announced over the intercom: "Warden Ghost is pleased with your behavior in the yard, as a result all inmates have the option of eating their food in cafeteria or their cells."

Shadow didn't get up, instead she just raised one eyebrow at him.
"Well?"
She wanted to know who this strange man was.

Milo heard Juggernaut's explanation as to why he was hanging around the Joker. Basically he was a gun for hire sort of thing and what he was hired for was to fight the Batman. Then he must have lost to him and now hates him for beating him or at least that's what the reports says. Milo has yet to find the report still accurate remains to be seen. Before Milo could respond to Juggernaut there was a knock on his door. Unsure of who it is he asked,

"Yes who is it?" Milo asked nicely.

He is probably one of the staff otherwise they would have knocked more viciously if it was someone else. Either way he was in the middle of the session and some verification wouldn't hurt. He hoped he was being rude he gets a little worried over stuff like this sometimes. Even if nothing really happened he still likes to leave a good impression. He looked back at Juggernaut and then back at the door as he kept a watchful glance.

"This' Dr. Hans, I came in with the new warden. Would you please allow your patient to proceed to lunch? The warden wants to make sure he's fed. You also made him miss rec time, disobeying the wardens orders" Dr Hans said in a stoic tone as he waited by the door. "Also I would like to have a word with you" Dr. Hans said in a less pleasing tone. He wasn't too high on the doctor going against the warden had planned, but he didn't want to show it while the patients were around.

Having patients know there was disagreements in management made them believe they had an edge, and they did. This was a lesson Hans learned all to well in Germany.

As each of the inmates went about their business during rec time, Brandon Robertson quietly sat on a bench with one of his favourite psychology books in hand. The Human Mind: an Apartment for Two was one of his favourites. Brandon hated being locked away in Arkham Asylum, but at least they had a decent reading selection. The book explored split personality syndrome, but with a twist of humour added. Despite losing his medical license, the former Dr. Brandon Robertson refused to relinquish his passion for the human psyche.

It was ironic that a psychologist would end up in an asylum for the criminally insane; however, Brandon tried to make the best of it, but he couldn't help but feel betrayed by his city and country for locking him away for a crime he didn't commit. The last thing he remembers was making a breakthrough in his research, then being thrown in jail for murdering his family and countless others. The thoughts brought back the sadness he'd felt when he realized his family was gone. A few tear drops had hit Brandon's book before his thoughts were interrupted by the intercom:

"Brandon Robertson: please report to the closest available office. A doctor will be with you shortly," said a nasally female voice. Brandon sighed, closed his book, and began walking down the hall passed the armed guards who always seemed to be watching carefully. Despite being in the General Area for inmates, the guards always kept a close watch, yet he was the most well-behaved man in Arkham Asylum. Apparently, it had been over a year since his last "incident" as they called it, yet he had been in the Asylum for 4 years.

As he passed a female nurse, she smiled and greeted him.
"Oh, hello, Mr. Robertson," Brandon turned and smiled back as she continued to speak, "Please take a seat in the office to your right. A doctor will see you shortly."
"Thank you, Rebecca," he had come to know most of the staff by name, and Rebecca was one of his favourites. Maybe it was because she was such an attractive, young woman, or because of how friendly she was in the beginning. Brandon would never try to be more than her friend, though; he missed his wife too much.

Brandon stepped into the empty office and sat at the opposite end of the brown desk. He faced the empty chair across from him and awaited the doctor.

Juggernaut beamed with a wide toothy grin at the second doctors words. He crossed his arms over his broad chest smugly as he leaned back in his seat.

"Uh oh there doc, looks like Fritz here isn't too happy you made me miss play time. Cheeky little blighter you."

He said with a mocking wink.

Juggernaut started to get to his feet but four armed guns stepped in behind the German doctor guns raised in an instant.

"Prisoner! Remained seated until told otherwise."

Juggernaut stared at the four men with a half amused smile on his face. Images of him crushing them to bits flashed in his mind.

"Easy there lads, no need to get cross. Less of course you wanna take these chains off me and make this a real party."

The guards were much too well trained to rise to the simple bait. Juggernaut chuckled under his breath and shook his head as he turned away from them but remained in his seat.

"Smart chaps them."

He grunted more to himself then the two doctors.

Alexei looked up sharply at the intercom's announcement. Pleased with their behavior? Was that warden retarded or something? He dropped his hands and turned his head back to the woman, Shadow, with her forced, fake-ass smile. "Well?" He blinked. He'd almost forgotten her question. He bit his tongue. Is it safe to tell her? Well, what could she do to me anyways? Okay. Fine. "Alexei," he muttered, not caring if he was heard. With that, he turned from Shadow and walked through the door, glancing up at the warden on his way inside. No bloody way was he eating in that confounded cafeteria. 

Warden Ghost made his way back into the asylum where he saw Hans in front of a door. He looked at Hans disappointingly and phased through the door. When he got through to the other side he saw Juggernaut and Dr. Calhoun. He gave a quick glance to the doctor with his shades on and then turned to the Juggernaut. This was the second tie he'd seen him and he was impressed by his sheer size.

Hans who saw that the warden had taken over things headed back to his office where a patient was scheduled for an evaluation. He knew Warden Ghost was disappointed in him for failing to get Juggernaut out before he arrived. Dr. Hans was familiar with failure with the Nazis and U.S Military science, he planned on making this his shinning moment. On his way he back he passed Alexei and Shadow, he gave Alexei a simple smile as he continued to make his way to his office. On his way there he grabbed a lunch tray from the cafeteria.

When he arrived he saw Brandon already waiting. "I do apologize for being late Mr. Robertson. Allow me to introduce myself, I'm Dr. Hans Klarheit. I'm new to the facility, you've probably heard my voice over the intercom earlier in the day." Hans began to say as he took his seat. He placed the lunch tray in front of Brandon. "It's now your lunch time, regardless of my evaluation patients must eat, so when you're finished we will begin if you're comfortable with that doctor." Dr Hans said as he pulled out a book from his desk and began reading.

Back in the area where Juggernaut and Dr. Calhoun were, the warden pointed to the guards and instructed them to leave. He took off his glasses and stared at Juggernaut in the eyes for a moment. Then he calmly placed them back on and touched the shackles around Juggernaut's legs. He phased the shackles off his legs and then did the same to the shackles around his wrists. Juggernaut was now free from being bound to the room. Ghost looked back at Dr. Calhoun. "My office, now" Ghost said in his mysterious voice that seemed like a whisper from close up even though he was standing away from the doctor. Ghost turned back to Juggernaut and motioned for him to follow as he began to walk to the cafeteria.

Brandon smiled as the Dr. Hans Klarheit introduced himself. It was clear from his accent and surname that he was of Germanic descent; most likely German to be exact.
"It is nice to meet you, Dr. Klarheit," Brandon responded, "and thank you for the food." Arkham Asylum was one of the most dangerous places in Gotham City, but at least the food was hot and free. Brandon smiled and began to dig into his meal.

"Feel free to begin whenever you wish," said Brandon in between bites, "I don't mind at all, but I will finish eating before we begin if those are the rules."
It seemed the doctor was insistent on Brandon finishing his meal before beginning whatever it was Dr. Klarheit had planned for this session. He seemed like a nice man, though. He was very professional sounding, but also seemed to care about the patients he was attending to. Brandon had always wanted to work here at Arkham, but fate seemed to have an odd way of giving someone what they wanted.

"Might I ask what book you're reading, Doctor?" Brandon asked, attempting to start a casual conversation while he finished the last few bites of his meal.

Dr. Hans looked up from his book to face Brandon who'd just inquired him about the book he was reading. "This is War and Peace by Leo Tolstoy. It's a classic, I'm sure you've heard of it doctor." Hans said as he creased the corner of the book and placed it back in his desk.

"It seems you're just about finished, so let's begin" Hans said as he ruffled through the multitude of folders in his drawer and pulling out Brandon's. "It says here that you suffer from split personality disorder and this other personality has been come to known as Depravity. As this person you've killed seventeen people on the same day, which include your wife and children. It also says you claim to have no recollection of this. You're a level 9 insanity level patient, but yet you've been placed in the general area, interesting. I take it that your behavior is good in the asylum" Hans placed the folder on the desk and slid it to the doctor so he could see.

"I only have one question for you unfortunately. You see your knowledge of the mind puts me at a disadvantage as a psychiatrist even if I'm more advanced than most here, so my little mind games wouldn't work on a man like you, so I have to be blunt. I know you were in the process of developing something when you first turned, what was your breakthrough if you can recall?" Hans asked as he folded his hands on the table.

Brandon nodded politely as Dr. Hans revealed the classic literature he had in his hand. Brandon had read it once and enjoyed it thoroughly. So far, Brandon was enjoying his little conversation with the doctor.

The conversation shifted as Dr. Hans pulled out Brandon's folder and quickly read through it. Dr. Hans proceeded to tell Brandon the same story every doctor had told him. The Doctor mentioned Depravity, claiming him to be Brandon's split personality.

"Doctor, before we go any further," Brandon stated, "I would just like to mention that there is no possible way I could be this Depravity character. I love my wife and children; they were my world. Gotham Police just haven't found the true killer yet. If you ask me, they should have Batman look into things; he gets results. Anyway, as I was saying, I think I would remember killing seventeen people. I'll tell you the same story I told the police: I was at work, trying to work on my research, almost making a breakthrough too, then out of nowhere, the Gotham Police are bringing me here!" Brandon took a slow, deep breath to calm down and attempt to answer the doctor's question.

"To clarify, Doctor, I did not turn and I am not Depravity, but I remember studying the split personality disorder. I was attempting to figure out the genetic code or structure that hosts the disorder. My goal was to learn how the disorder could cured and physically eliminated from the body with science. I had a friend of mine, Dr. Patrick Westshire, who was an expert in genetics helping me. Eventually we managed to-" Brandon was interrupted by a sudden migraine. He clutched his head and groaned in pain.
"I-I can't re...member!" Brandon stood up from his chair and began stumbling around. "What the hell is happening to me?!"

The doctor listened to Brandon was he tried to defend his innocence as he expected he would, it was reported after all. Dr. Hans then watched Brandon thrive in pain, he had also expected this to happen. Klarheit dealt with many patients in his time and he'd seen this before, less aggressive perhaps, but still similar transformation. Hans had purposely asked him the question hoping it would trigger his transformation. Whatever research Brandon was working on Depravity was somehow connected to it, this became evident to Hans.

"I do apologize for this doctor. It seems you're changing into this Depravity character, your pain should subside momentarily and you won't remember what happens in the upcoming minutes. Again I do apologize for this, it's all part of your treatment" Hans said with sincerity. He got not joy out of seeing his patients suffer. Hans calmly waited for Depravity with his hands folded on the desk. Inside of his pocket there was a small buzzer Hans could press that would alert Ghost when he was in danger, but Hans did not feel it was necessary at the moment. Hans wanted to see this man in person, there was no good record of a psychiatric evaluation of Brandon when he turned to Depravity, so he was going into unknown territory. Hans expected immediate violence from the prisoner, but he remained unnerved.

Milo had a frown upon his face when Dr. Klarheit spoke in a disappointing tone. Milo had never seen him before but he heard he was supposed to be the new head doctor for the asylum. Still he didn't mean to disobey the new warden he had hoped for the evaluation to go through rather quickly. Then Juggernaut mocked him, no doubt picked up on Dr. Klarkeit's scolding. Still he had more worse problems to deal with when the new Warden appeared. He had hoped to meet this man earlier but fate wouldn't allow him the audience right away. The Warden dismissed the Doctor as he left for the cafeteria. Then the Warden did the most rather odd spectacle. He phased the shackles off of Juggernaut allowing him to move freely. Milo was a little bit worried as he found it strange he would let such a dangerous man roam freely. Sure he had that tranquilizing shock collar around his neck but sometimes they didn't work quick enough against some of the more stronger patients. He remembered Killer Croc wore a similar collar during his time in the asylum and even though the guards activated it when he got unruly, he sometimes got away with harming others before falling down.

Juggernaut here is about the same size and perhaps even stronger than Croc so he wouldn't depend on that collar so readily. The Warden had some sort of eerie might about him and he felt strangely safe until he spoke towards him.

"My Office, Now."

He didn't say it in a overly displeased tone but it was...odd. Still he wasn't going to disobey as he measly spoke, "Alright." Milo then got up and with his stuff headed for the Warden's office.

Ghost lead Juggernaut to the cafeteria where they were serving lunch. "I'm apologize for Dr. Calhoun making you miss rec time. You can grab your lunch and eat it outside in the yard if you like as repayment. I'll make sure the guards don't shoot you as long as you don't escape." Warden Ghost said this as he quickly headed out of the cafeteria without waiting for Juggernaut to respond.

He headed into his office where Dr. Calhoun was sitting. He slowly walked behind him and two his chair, his footsteps echoed in the room. Ghost crossed his arms on the table. "Tell me about yourself" Were the only simple word that echoed out of Ghost's mouth. He had no idea who this doctor was, he solely invested in learning about the patients of the asylum. Ghost didn't care to much for the doctors or guards because they weren't the reason he was called in to run Arkham.

He stared at the doctor through his thick black shades, reading his body language, profiling him in a way.

Milo was surprised at the Warden's request and here this whole time he was worried about being yelled for disobedience or worse getting a demotion. He wasn't sure how this new Warden worked he could be strict or kind or a measure of both. This Warden however was...unpredictable to say the least. Still best not let the man wait anymore than he has too after all he's probably hungry. Milo then took a deep breath and spoke.

"Well my name is Milo James Calhoun and I have been working here for about nine almost ten years now." Milo spoke calmly while showing some nervous fiddling with his thumbs in his lap. He tried to hide underneath the desk but he was focused on the Warden not noticing what he was doing.

"I have earned a Doctorate of U.G.S and was born in Briarwood, Kentucky to a household of four." Milo said continuing to give him some generalized answers.

"Now I live in an Apartment on Washington Avenue." Milo said finishing hoping that's what he meant.

"If there's anything else you would like to know please ask." Milo said sincerely.

He didn't want to give off a bad impression to the new warden. He had worked hard to get where he is and in the past he has worked well with the other Wardens. He didn't want to mess up any opportunities. Then he began to scold himself into thinking he took the man too literally he had a habit of doing that from time to time, especially if he was meeting a new person. He probably wants to talk to him about not obeying him since Dr. Klarheit got him worked up over that. Milo then awaited for some type of punishment that the Warden may dole out.

Ghost watched Dr. Calhoun fidget his thumbs nervously. Ghost was dissatisfied with the man's nervousness. Ghost let out a sigh and looked down at his desk. He ignored almost everything the doctor had said, it was not the answer to the question that mattered to Ghost, how he answered was what he wanted.

"So you've been here for ten years and you're still frightened in this place. Doctor the major patients have all escaped and I see that you have trouble working with Juggernaut. You're even frightened right now, look at your nervous tendencies right now as we speak. You had Juggernaut in the room, surrounded by guards, chained, and with an electrical collar. If you were in Juggernaut's shoes wouldn't those elements effect how you answered on your psychiatric evaluation?" Ghost began to start as he looked at Dr. Calhoun.

"Dr. Calhoun for one night only you shall be known as Mr. Calhoun. Do you want to know why?" Ghost asked rhetorically. "Because for this one night you will a patient of Arkham Asylum and you will be sharing a maximum security cell with Juggernaut. You will learn to not be afraid of him, you will see the world through his eyes, and your psychiatric evaluations will be as accurate as they should be for someone who's spent a decade analyzing patients who are criminally ill." Ghost said as he took off his glasses and stared at Mr. Calhoun with his pale eyes.

Milo was both shocked and some what insulted at what The Warden suggested he does. "With, with Mr. Braithwaite-!?" Milo said as he stopped messing with his thumbs and sat back in his chair as he dropped his jaw in shock. He then began to shake his head in disbelief. Yet when he looked at Warden Ghost he could tell he wasn't joking. Milo didn't know how to respond to him. This was absolutely insane and unethical! Why should a doctor spend a night in a cell with a patient whose three times his height and whose biceps are bigger than a tree trunk! If Juggernaut had half a mind he could easily rip him into shreds, like paper. He has no idea who this Warden thinks he is but he surely is one thing...unpredictable. Unpredictable and unorthodox. Dangerous combination much like The Joker. Still this man has to be more mentally placed together than The Joker otherwise he would be in a cell.

Well if he survives the night with the Juggernaut then Milo has himself a new past time, figuring out who this man is. Whoever Warden Ghost is, he must have been highly recommended if he accepted this job, to be in charge of the most dangerous mental institution on the planet. And by dangerous he means filled with the most psychopathic killers that have brought a city in a constant state of fear, in fact they would be running this place if it wasn't for the Batman. Milo then looked at the Warden with a look filled with mixed emotions, some fear, some outrage, and some curiosity strangely.

"I apologize..." Milo spoke as he turned his gaze away from the Warden and down to his stuff. He had a feeling his apology wouldn't mean anything but it made him feel better.

The warden was a bit shocked to see how frightened the doctor was to just spend one night with Juggernaut, a patient he's probably interviewed plenty of times. He hoped this overnight stay would make the doctor less afraid of his patients, but that all depended on how Juggernaut responded to the doctor. This was also a test for him too because Juggernaut was very civil although he was large and ferociously strong. If Juggernaut could control his anger around the doctor he could be placed in the general area with people who could socialize with.

"There's no need for you to apologize, this is not a punishment. I promise you will not be harmed as long as I am in this asylum" Ghost said with an assuring tone to the doctor hoping his nerves would calm. "Before you go in to your cell, I want you to take a look at The Cannibal's file. I would like to add him to your schedule of patients when you return" Warden Ghost said calmly, trying his best not to rile the doctor.

"Uh yes, of course." Milo said still a bit shaken as he looked at The Cannibal's profile.

Leonard Beington a.k.a The Cannibal, well already this doesn't sound good. Milo thought as he flipped through it some.

"Born into a wealthy family...had a morbid and twisted way of thinking at an early age...condition worsened after his sister was born..." Milo continued to skim.

"Without provocation tried to murdered the first person he saw...seven years of treatment worsened condition." Milo said as he looked over it a little more.

"Escaped and then murdered four people!" "Obviously this man has very aggressive tendencies, where Juggernaut's problem is more behavioral this man is mental." Milo thought to himself.

"Survived a dangerous crash during a pursuit...was treated then shipped to Arkham." Milo read, "During the first week had a fatal encounter and was shipped to Solitary." Milo read as he closed the file.

"Alright I will schedule an evaluation for Mr. Beington when I'm a...doctor again..." Milo almost grudgingly spoke as he packed his stuff and got up from his seat.

"Is there anything else?" Milo asked Warden Ghost, "Otherwise I'm going to go pack up my bearings and lock them up in my office." "Then I will head for Mr. Braithwaite's cell." Milo said looking at the Warden.

"Changing into Depra-" Brandon fell to floor. The words of Dr. Hans were barely recognizable. The pain was becoming too intense. Brandon could not focus on anything but the excruciating, agonizing pain coming from within his mind. With a final, resistant scream, Brandon lost consciousness. His body twitched for a few seconds and ceased all movement. Moments later, the body began to move. Slowly, the man formerly known as Dr. Brandon Robertson rose to his feet. A dark, twisted smile spread across his face as he observed his surroundings. "Not the typical throne room we're used to," he remarked, "But this will have to do." He turned to see Dr. Hans sitting patiently and observing him carefully.

"The colours here are absolutely wonderful, we love what our subjects have done to the palace during our absence, are the new architect? No, no, no... The architect had more than two eyes... younger, more hair too, but you do seem new here. Oh, where are our manners? Allow us to introduce ourselves: we are... Depravity, but surely know that already! We expect that you're also already familiar with our customs here in the kingdom, but we'll go over the most important rule once again: if any of our rules are broken, we will torture you, cut you, maim you, dismember you limb from limb until you beg for forgiveness a thousand times fold... then we'll do it again, just for fun." Depravity's maniacal laughter erupted throughout the office. "Why do you not fear us, Old Man? We are the King of Depravia, and I do not see you bowing... We wouldn't want to have to hurt the feeble man, now would we? Here, right in our own new throne room! Have you no shame? We should skin you alive for this." Depravity walked closer to Dr. Hans and leaned forward to look him directly in the eyes.

"You will learn your place in the Kingdom of Depravia, peasant. Even if we have to carve every word of our Constitution directly onto your chest so you do not forget." Depravity looked around the room for some type of weapon to use in case he had to teach Dr. Hans a lesson in respect.

"We, the Great King Depravity, demand a name, peasant, or shall we paint the throne room with your blood instead?"

Juggernaut was in the yard with his tray of food sitting in the sunlight more than a little confused. There were a few inmates around most minding their business some talking in little cliques. The remnants of Jokers crew or Penguins, Ivy's, nearly all of the gangs affiliated with one of the co called Rogues gallery spent time in Arkham at one point or another. Well, the more devoted followers at least. Juggernaut was eyeing them carefully. The oddity of what had just taking place in the Dr.'s office was confusing but was done with and while Juggernaut didn't know why events had transpired the way they did he didn't much way of figuring it out nor did he have the desire to. His mind had turned it's attention to the other inmates. The Rogues gallery's ex members. He would need to enlist them and begin to build his empire the question was where to start?

The Cannibal
Food? Cannibal had never liked the thing the other people called food but then again he had to eat and some kinds of animals tasted a little like human but they can’t match the pure taste of human flesh. Cannibal looked around the other criminals avoided him but tried to hide it to keep the there image and ego up.

He sat down in the middle of the cafeteria right next to a big black guy that looked down to Cannibal “Get the hell out here before I rip you to pieces.” The guy slammed his fist on the table to demonstrate what he would do Cannibal simply picked the plastic and began to cut his meat, most inmates only got cheap prison stuff that could barely be called food but Cannibal had refused to eat anything but meat and after proving his resilience to hunger the doctors decided to give him a special diet. A chair was moved as the huge man stood up “Are you deaf!” Cannibal looked up from his food his mind wanted to fight just to taste blood again but the huge man just spit on the ground now his intimidation had failed and he surprisingly gave up. Cannibal really needed to taste flesh again so he devoured his food quickly trying to make himself believe he was eating the arm of some idiot. The man muttered something insulting "Dammed crazies every were."

Ghost:

"That'll be all Mr. Calhoun. You may pack your things, dinner will be served in about one hour." Warden Ghost said as he got up and opened the door for Brandon. "Do not fear" Ghost whispered in his ear in a ghastly voice.
After Brandon left the room he turned the monitor to see that one of the patients was bothering The Cannibal. Ghost phased through the floor and into the cafeteria where he landed beside the patient. He gave the patients' shoulder a firm grasp as he pointed to Cannibal and then he waved his finger no to tell him not to mess with Cannibal. Warden Ghost stood there for a moment to make sure the inmate understood what he was saying.

Dr. Hans:

"Oh please, I've worked with Hitler" Dr. Hans thought to himself as he stared at Depravity in the eyes. He decided it would be best to play along for now. "My humblest apologies my king. I am no peasant, I am from a weaker kingdom that seeks surrender to you. As a peace offering they have sent me, I am a prophet and I could prove useful to you. I can show you the future, so that you may have greater fortune and crush your enemies before they begin to plot against you." Hans said hoping Depravity bought this lie. To make sure he did Hans bowed his head to Depravity for a moment. He felt ridiculous doing this, but this was a unique situation.

Get in, get your damn food, and get the fuck out. 

Alexei was hesitant as always to enter the cafeteria. He hated people. Especially crowds of people. He wasn't even that hungry. Not really. He could go in, get a little something, then high tail it back to his lovely lonesome little cell. Perfect. He ground his teeth together and proceeded as quickly yet carefully as he could through the mass of inmates. 

He was about halfway through when a rather large, tattooed fellow shoved him aside, profanity spilling from his mouth. Alexei reacted almost instinctively. He let out a loud, feral growl that startled the man and shut him up good. Alexei was pleased to see he'd instilled fear in the man and continued on his way, earning the odd stare or two as well. 

By the time he'd gotten his food (he hadn't really paid attention to what it was), he'd realized another problem. How was he supposed to get all the way back to the door? Without spilling his food, that is. Inmates were walking around for God knows what reason. Superhuman agility only went so far, after all. Maybe attempting to go all the way back to his cell wasn't such a great idea. Reluctantly, he scanned the cafeteria for an empty table. Fortunately, he spotted one. Unfortunately, it was close to the middle of the room. Alexei liked the corners. But it seemed he had no choice. Begrudgingly, he maneuvered over to said table and sat down, picking at his food every so often.