The Kitchen

@(2) Kim Jisoo "You cant be sure. You might be lucky to not have encountered many of them.", Jiyong hummed, having noticed how ed up everyone was on the island. It was weird. Not one person was here for the job without to have some story behind it. Then again, it was illegal, human-trafficking business...
"The Punisher? We have such a person?", he hummed, wondering about him. He had never heard of him, but he did think of himself as a punisher. He was, after all, quite merciless.

@(2) Kim Jisoo "No, thanks. Got my own meal.", Jiyong answered quietly. Although he rarely showed signs of emotions or tiredness, he did look quite drained now, after two night shifts in a row, once in the dungeons and before that - in the monitoring room. "It's good we don't have more work then. I have tomorrow free.", he hummed and looked at his watch. It was already 'tomorrow'. But he had just finished, so he still had time to relax and sleep. He had other plans after this, too. After all, on the island or not, he had to maintain some social life in order to keep his mental state stable. "Jisoo, right?", he asked casually, making sure he hadn't forgotten the name.

@(2) Kim Jisoo Jiyong was already sitting by the table when Jisoo entered the kitchen. He had washed his face and hands, a towel was loosely hanging from over his shoulders while he was digging in a plate of leftover rice he had cooked himself the previous day. He greeted the other by giving him a look and simply nodding at him. After a long night at work, he was ready to finally head his room and get some sleep. Night shifts were generally boring, since they consisted generally from locking the cells and staying up all night to watch over. Such stiffness really drained Jiyong's energy. He preffered a sweaty workout in the gym to staying on night shifts. But - it was work and it had to get done, so it didn't matter that much. He just needed to eat and then he could sleep the boredom away.

@(2) Kim Jisoo "I'm done here.", Jiyong mumbled as he looked at the watch. His shift was over, two other guards were supposed to come anytime and take their places in the dungeon. He lifted his gaze and directed it towards the other. Jisoo was the name. A coworker he had been getting in touch with recently. They had had several shifts together. Jiyong truly appreciated the other's silence most of the time, as he wasn't the most talkative person himself. "I'm off to the kitchen.", he announced and turned around. It wasn't really an invitation, but his tone suggested he wouldn't mind spending some time with the other after work. After all, they seemed to get on just well, which wasn't that common with Jiyong. Slaves hated him for his violent ways, 2s and 3s didn't appreciate his silence and discipline really and kept their relationships strictly professional.

/opens the fridge looking in it before closing it and shaking my head mumbling/The is so fun about food play?...