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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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Sen was walked up the stairs, once more escorted by a guard. He was thankful at least, that they hadn't chained and shackled him like they sometimes did when a prisoner had an appointment with the Warden.

A yawn escaped him as he rubbed at his face. Darkened rings circled his eyes - he hadn't managed to get much sleep after last night's events. He'd been exhausted, of course, but some deep lying fear of being stabbed in the back or raped again had kept him awake. He'd laid listening to Sword snore, feeling content in the knowledge that if he was snoring, then he was asleep and unable to lash out.

He'd grabbed a quick shower and tried to make himself look as presentable as possible for his first day on the job - but lack of sleep and a limped walk didn't do much for the overall image. He stood silently while the Guard knocked on the Office door, idly wondering why he couldn't do it himself, he had hands afterall!

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Travis glanced up as the guard brought Sen inside, the annoyance and irritation wiped from his face and replaced by a friendly smile for the young man.

"Thank you, George, you can go." He rose and came around the desk, gesturing to the chair.

"Good morning, Sen, right on time. Have a seat and we'll go over your duties."

Sen's youthful face was weary and his lips tight around the edges with a lingering pain. Travis had the feeling that if he looked under those clothes he'd find bruises and perhaps more. Hmm. Whether or not that would be useful to him would depend upon whether Sen enjoyed such activities or not. He certainly wouldn't be the first pretty little sub who got off on playing the victim.

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The Warden's warm smile instantly helped to relax Sen a little. He returned it with a half-hearted smile of his own. "Good Morning, Warden." His steps across the room were slower than he'd have liked, slow, calculated steps to disguise his pain.

He took a seat in the chair, letting out a soft wince, adjusting himself until he found a comfy way of sitting. He ran fingers through almost-dry hair nervously. He raised gaze to meet that of Mutou's, offering the man another smile.

His mind wandered slightly, wondering what Sword was up to right now, before shaking off the thoughts.