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Who: Warden Mutou, Sen
When: Morning, 8:30-ish
Where: Warden's office
What: Sen's first day on the job
Rating: Unknown atm, most likely not higher than PG-13



Travis pursed his lips, sighing and dropping his glasses on the desk as he pinched the bridge of his nose. Not even 9 oclock yet and he had a hell of a tension headache brewing already. Lovely.

He wondered, not for the first time, why he'd taken this job. The last prison he'd worked had been much easier to handle. Lower level security so the caliber of prisoners, such as it was, wasn't as much of a shitfest as UGH was turning out to be. Of course, lower security meant less opportunity to make the kind of money he wanted and Travis remembered exactly why he'd taken this assignment. Because petty thugs and white collar criminals weren't nearly as much of a thrill to manipulate and overpower as hardened felons. And the only thing Travis liked more than money and sex was power.

He glanced at the report from last night's guard rounds. There was a mention of a disturbance in a particular cell, though per his own orders the guards hadn't tried to break it up or stop the activities going on. No, Travis was a firm believer in "give them enough rope and they'll hang themselves", so he was more than willing to overlook the blatent disregard of UGH's no-sex rule. Sword and Sen could fuck like bunnies for all he cared. In fact if he could he'd offer them lube and condoms and his personal blessing. A sly smile twitched around his lips.

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Travis leaned against the edge of his desk. "Well let's see now, as I said there's quite a bit of organizing to do." He gestured to the files stacked on his desk and atop the filing cabinets. "I have a bad habit of not putting things back where I found them."

He continued, tapping a finger against his chin. "If things go well, I'll likely expand your duties to include some research and invoice-tracking...are you familiar with computers at all?"

He paused suddenly, brows furrowing as if he'd just noticed Sen's discomfort. "Are you alright, Sen? You look...peaked."

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He glanced at the files, mentally calculating how long, roughly, it would take to get them sorted. At Mutou's question about computers he nodded. "I used to use them all the time when I was at college." Well, it was partially true, despite having a rebellious reputation at college, he'd spent a lot of time working on his studies - when he wasn't in his Instructor's bed, of course.

He'd finally settled himself into a position that didn't make him feel like fire was shooting up his back when Mutou spoke again. A slight blush danced across his lips. "AH... Oh... I'm fine... Just didn't sleep too well last night. Probably nerves." He lied, probably not very convincingly.

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Travis tilted his head slightly, questioningly. "Is that so? Now Sen, I'm going to need you on top of your game so to speak, I can't have a half-asleep secretary handling such important files and projects for me. Is this an ongoing problem? I can have the doctor prescribe a sleep aid if you're having trouble with insomnia."

He kept his expression friendly, though with a hint of concern that suggested he might be doubting whether or not Sen could handle the job after all.

Really...sometimes it was just too easy.