Crazy Train (Hannibal)
Enigma lay on the cot in her private cell, staring at the ceiling, absently rubbing her wrists. She was still on a suicide hold, pending her psychological evaluations, and she couldn't wait to get it over with so she could be moved to the general population. She was slowly going insane, left alone with her own spinning thoughts.
At least at Arkham they had windows...and the occasional other screaming patient to break up the monotony.
She sighed, swinging her legs over the edge of the bed, giving the restraints she had been in not too long ago a dirty look, reaching her hands up to braid her long pigtails, curling her legs up under her as she started humming to herself. Yes, it might have made her look utterly insane, but she was so...freaking...bored.
"Oy, give me a magazine at least!" she yelled, knowing the hidden microphones in the room would pick it up. She wasn't suicidal, but she was tempted to strangle herself with her own pigtails if she had to deal with this much longer.