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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.

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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.

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Sen frowned. He'd kill Sword if he lost this job on his first day back. Kill him and fuck the corpse infront of everyone! His lip trembled as he chewed the inside. Half contemplating agreeing to the pills to sell them on to other inmates. But he quickly decided against it.

"N-no, Sir... It was just one of those nights... I'll be more alert from now on!" He said after a long moment, that smile curling onto his lips once more. "Just give me a chance to prove myself!"

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Oh how he liked the sound of Sen calling him Sir. A ripple of lust danced down his spine imagining those lips trembling just like that and calling him Sir in an entirely different kind of way. Travis cut off the thoughts before his body reacted. Soon, he promised himself. Soon.

He nodded with a smile. "Alright then, but I want you to let me know if it becomes a continuing issue." He waited for Sen's nod of agreement before gesturing to the files littering the surfaces of the office. "Good, then why don't you get started refiling these for now, I've taken the liberty of having a small area set up for you in the outer office, a computer and fax, etc. When you finish with the filing in here I'll show you how to navigate the system and get you organizing the computer files as well."

He gave Sen a signifigant look. "I should also make sure you're aware that your activity within the system will, of course, be monitored. Not that I think you'll try to access anything sensitive, it's policy however."

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The man did nod, and once more looked at the many stacks of files. Truly, he didn't mind the work, it gave him something to do, something to occupy his mind - afterall one of the biggest reasons for people to attempt suicide in UGH was the bordom eating away at them, and there was only so much enjoyment to be gained from sex.

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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Travis nodded. "Mmmhmm. Yes, information about the prisoners, records of activity within UGH, personal records." He sat down and began flipping through his Dayplanner, glancing up and flashing a genial smile at Sen. "Sort of the Little Black Book of UGH."

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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Once he'd gathered all the loose files together, he took a seat on the floor, spacing them out and arranging them into alphabetical order so it would be easier to find the correct place fore them i the cabinet.

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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Travis glanced up, as if he hadn't been expecting some sort of question like that. He ran a hand through his hair and shrugged a bit. "Everything, really. Vital statistics, criminal record, personal information such as schooling and family information, hospital and doctor records."

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."

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Sen frowned, his nose scrunching slightly, eyebrows knitting together. He guessed it made sense, but he couldn't help but feel a little violated and exposed at having such information stored about him. But then he countered it with the thought, that maybe prisoners just didn't deserve privacy.

He scooped up one of the now alphabetically organised piles of files and walked to the filing cabinet, pulling it open, searching for the first file's correct spot.

"How do you like UGH so far?" He asked, changing the subject slightly.