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welcometotheughbackup2007-04-13 10:30 am
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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.
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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He rose from the chair, moving to pick up some files, his body brushing slightly against Mutou's. "... Sorry," He murmured soft, moving away with the files in his hand, moving towards the filing cabinets.
"What kind of files are on the computer? Information about the prisoners?" He asked, head tilting tot he side in interest.
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He didn't miss the interest in Sen's eyes before he looked away. Good, be curious, little bird, he thought.
His body thrummed from the light brush of Sen's against him, just that brief contact setting his blood to racing. The pieces were all falling neatly into place, and his body reacted to a well-laid trap as much as it did to the beauty of the young man moving so gingerly around the office.
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The pain he was suffering, momentarilly forgotten as he worked happily. However, every so often, he'd turn to look at the door to the outer office, thinking about that computer and just what information it held, wondering what it said about him, about Sword. To say he was curious would be an understatement. He looked up from the floor, toward the desk. "What does it say about me on there?"
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He gave Sen an indulgent look. "Curious, are we? With just a glance at your file, Sen, I could tell you how many freckles you have, let's just put it that way."
"I wouldn't worry, Sen, we have the same information on everyone. You'll forgive me the sleight to your character when I say it's necessary we know everything we can. We're dealing with dangerous criminals and forewarned is forearmed, you see."