[M] Lies of a Tenant (H)

[Kicks]

There were three things that Jerome had taken out of this experience. The first was that this kid got weirder and weirder each time he looked at him or even spoke to him. The second was that Blake was a poor judge of character and he was going to have to tell him that when he returned. And the third was that apparently, to some blood was a toy.
Jerome nodded to Faye and backed out of the cell. Yea. He was definitely not going back to the jail anytime soon, at least not until Blake arrived.
So for now, he decided to lock the cell again for good measure. He paid strict attention to his hands as he locked the cell up. He wanted this burned into his memory, just in case.

[Lil]

Faye slowly left also, waiting on Jerome as he locked up. "What was Blake thinking?" Faye muttered for only Jerome to hear. Really though? Could he have not found a slightly more normal and less terrifying person to send back? Had he realized the possible danger he not only put his family in but everyone here? Perhaps it was the best he could do, and no matter how strange the kid Faye was grateful to have word from her husband.

[Kicks]

"He was probably desperate." Jerome commented to Faye, now walking away from the cell. "And you know how he is: ah no, people are good. Just give them a chance! I promise they're not evil or disastrous!" Okay, but Jerome had to give it to Blake. He was right on two circumstances. He hated Thomas before they ever had a reason to, and he believed there was something more to Tamara than just pure evil.
So he had to give him credit for those two things. But this time around, Jerome wasn't going to believe there was anything more than this kid just being plain creepy.