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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 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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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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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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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.