Daniel smiles back, he was happy to see Destinee, after the encounter. "I do not fortunately, but if someone needs me, I have to report there".

Derek continues laughing. "That's probably a good idea. Not a enough time in the day to watch all of them," he says yawning. "Think I'm going to go to sleep now. See ya tomorrow Destinee." He then turns to Daniel. "Later Daniel." He yawns again then walks off to go back to his cell.

"Oh! Goodnight, Derek! Doux rêves!" Destinee calls to Derek and smiles. "I just realized... Destinee, Daniel, Derek. The three D's!" She giggles. She looks back at Daniel and grins a little bit. "Oh... Well, if you'd like to come to the luxury room, you can. I was going to invite Alex, but I think she's already gone to the haunted place."

Destinee giggles and makes a D in French sign language like it was a gang sign. "The room is very nice. It would be fun for you to be in there!" She smiles and leads the way back to the luxury room. She had been worried about inviting a man to stay with her in the room, but Daniel seemed very sweet, so she wasn't worried about how it might seem to people watching.

Destinee sits down on her bed and shakes her head. Even if she was uncomfortable with men being shirtless around her, she probably wouldn't say anything. "Do whatever you want. It is a little warm in here anyway," she says back as she picks up the telephone in the room and hands it to Daniel. "This place is wonderful. Pick up that phone and ask for anything - ANYTHING! - and they bring it to you." She spots the two dishes that had the steak dinners on them and immediately hides them, embarrassed that she had eaten so much now.

Destinee blushes when Daniel catches her trying to hide her dishes. She stacks the dishes neatly on a table near the front of the room and nods. "It was very good, I must admit. And I had already ordered Tatiana a steak as well, and I couldn't let it go to waste... I hadn't had meat in so long, I became ravenous at the first bite." She giggles as she walks back to her bed and sits back down, listening to the Spanish music. "I like it," she says, swaying back and forth to the sound of it. "Very... um... sexual? You can almost feel the sexual energy in the guitars. Very powerful."

Destinee listens to Daniel speak, smiling a bit at his story. She hardly knew anything about Daniel except for who he was and his music, so it was interesting to hear his story about his father. She wanted him to go on with his story, but he seemed to stop for his own reasons rather than anything to do with her. She immediately blushes when he tells her that she's a looker, but is confused when he says that he knows she has a man. "Oh, I... don't have a boyfriend," she tells him, raising her eyebrows. She wasn't sure why she felt like she needed to explain that to him. If he did try to do anything with her, she wasn't sure what she would do. "I haven't had a boyfriend in years. I haven't even kissed anybody since last year. There is no man you need to worry about offending."

Destinee knew that if she had given him a reason, Daniel was going to go for a kiss. Maybe subconsciously, that's why she felt it was so urgent to let him know that she didn't have a boyfriend. And she did love kissing him. She hadn't been this close to somebody for a while, and Daniel was so good looking and sweet. But when he pulls back, she squeezes her eyes closed tight, wondering if kissing him was a mistake. She had only been in here for a few days, and she was already kissing the celebrity mentor. "Okay..." is all she softly says back, her eyes still closed, when Daniel tells her that he can't do anything with her. She felt rejected and confused - both at Daniel and at herself - but she just nods. "If you don't want to stay in here anymore, that's alright. I can stay alone."

Destinee giggles, nodding when Daniel tells her that it's for the right reasons. Although she wasn't sure what he meant by that, she nodded anyway, understanding that he was going to do what he felt was right - and she respected that. "I really appreciate that," she tells him honestly when he says that he's going to stay with her so she won't be alone. "I trust you." She looks him straight in the eyes. She wasn't sure why she trusted him, but she did.

When Florian hears what had happened to Tatiana, he was angry. Of all the new people he had spoken to in here, Tatiana had been the one who seemed most genuine, interesting, nice, and above all else delighted to be here and taking part in the show. That she would do anything to compromise that seemed to Florian a very strange concept, and he perceived that a decidedly heavy hand had been used in forcibly ejecting her from the show for what could have only been a minor discrepancy. Leniency was clearly not a thought for these Alcatraz people. Being the liberal, left-wing asshole that he was, Florian could not let such a miscarriage of justice pass without some sort of intervention. In his student days in England, he had taken part in a great many protests, both violent and peaceful, and had been arrested for his troubles on more than one occasion. He did so love a real taste of anarchy.

Alone in the empty cell since Destinee had been transported to a world of luxury, Florian had had most of the night not only to think to himself and formulate a plan, but also to use the rough edges of the bricks that made up his cell to sharpen the bottom end of his toothbrush to a sharp point. He gets up and looks into the camera situated in the top corner of the cell, spitting in its general direction. Florian then goes outside and makes sure the coast is clear. It was still early, so he was in luck.

Coming back inside, he takes the mattress from his own bed and stands it against the wall. Using the sharpened end of his toothbrush, he pokes two holes through each end of the mattress, a task made considerably easier by the fact the mattress was so thin and uncomfortable. When the holes are big enough, he goes to the other mattress and pulls it across the cell, making the same holes in each end of it before laying one on top of the other. Taking off his boots, he then takes the laces and threads them through the two holes at each end, tying them tightly so that the two mattresses are essentially tied together. He then brings the double mattress into the centre of the room.

Florian then forces the two mattresses apart and pushes the chair from the cell between them so that it forms a circle of mattress. One by one, he then heads out to each of the other cells, which remained empty while the others were sleeping with ghosts, and brings them back, standing them around his original sculpture. Once all of the mattresses from all the cells have been stacked, he walks over to his bag with his belongings in it and fishes out a lighter that he had stashed therein. He heads back to the mattresses and holds the lighter against the corner of one until it starts to flame ever so slightly. He starts to blow gently on the fire until it starts to really catch fire. After a while, the whole circle of mattress is starting to blaze. Florian uses his arm to cover his mouth as he starts to cough. Eventually he looks up at the camera.

"Ring of ghosts? Well here is your ring of fire! Vive la Tatiana!" he yells before holding both middle fingers up to the camera. As the cell fire gets bigger, he quickly exits the room and slams the cell door shut. "Right," he says. "I'm a celebrity, let me the fuck out of here," he calls to no one in particular, voicing his desire to leave in protest.

Edited by user 02 October 2014 22:56:17(UTC)  | Reason: Not specified