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After Settling into his cell, Irvine quickly realized that this was going to be very boring. He left his cell, and started to wander, his long auburn hair was pulled back in a pony tail as he walked along the corridor whistling to himself softly. He hadn't met anyone else in this place - he felt like he was in confinement. "Man this place is as dead as a graveyard. What voodoo I gotta pull to get these corpses to wake up and is there any way in HELL I can get a damned cigarette?" he grumbled finally. It was really starting to get to him.

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Reno would have sympathized with the craving for a good long smoke. He'd had the itch his entire first day, at least until the shut-call had hooked him up with a pack-- for a price, of course. It wasn't a big deal though. The redhead understood the policy of exchange around here, and it was satisfying to have a cigarette to occupy his hands and chatty mouth.

He was making his way down the row of cells, with that leisurely gait of his, a cig hanging loosely from slender fingers as the ex-Turk exhaled a curl of smoke, wildcat eyes half-lidded with lazy contentment. The remaining back was a comfortable weight in his pocket.

"Oi, " Reno came up to the stranger, catching the other fellow's disgruntled grumble as he walked by. Slinging a friendly arm over the other's shoulders, he reached into his pocket and extended the pack of smokes with as little effort as possible. He offered a friendly enough smile, the fiery red tail of his hair sliding over one shoulder as he leaned forward a bit. "Think I can help you out?"

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(Not a problem with me! )

Irvine's jaw slacked for a moment, looking at the cigarette as if it were an idol, he shivered, and nodded, "h....How much you want for it?" he said softly. "It's been like ... 12 hours since I got one" he said simply, looking at the redhead.

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Reno offered another smile, this one more wry. There was an amused glitter to unnaturally bright green eyes. "How 'bout your name?" he suggested in return, taking another comfortable drag off his own cigarette before kind of shaking the pack at his new companion again. He seemed to be saying: it's okay, just take one. Smoke curled from between his lips on his next easy exhale.

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"Irvine ... Irvine Kinneas" he reached out and gingerly plucked the cigarette from the pack, and grabbed the only thing he had - a book of cheap matches - and lit one up. He moaned out as nicotine hit his lungs again. tilting his head back as he exhaled. "God .. .saved my life man. I owe you one" he murmured, still savoring sweet cancersticks.

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Luck was on his side. Not one, but two new prisoners. Norman smiled a little to himself, watching to guage what kind of people they were first. The redhead had cigarettes... now that was interesting. He made a mental note of that for possible later use. After a while he decided to say hello.

"Hey there," he called out to them. "You guys just got here, I take it." Definitely, since he hadn't had sex with either of them yet. He put a hand on his hips, already showing off the merchandise. "Welcome to the UGH. I'm Norman."

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The small and lithe boy sprinted then, slipping past norman quickly then sliding to a stop, and instantly cowering behind reno. He was panting, gently sweating and his hair was coming loose.

"Reno! Some..Man is following me... HE pinned me and i punched him...I..I think i made him angry.."

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Reno opened his mouth to tell the his new acquainted-- Irvine-- that the cig was no big deal. Honestly, knowing he had made some small alliance around here was better than a couple bucks in his pocket. But before he could get the words out, another prisoner approached... And then Ryuiki ran up and hid behind him.

"Whoa, hey, kid, " the ex-Turk blinked curiously, a flicker of mild surprise on the angles and curves of his face. He glanced over his shoulder at Ryuiki, still comfortably leaning on Irvine. Things happened fast around here.

"Relax." He got that amused glint to fierce eyes. "If you punch a guy, you gotta punch him hard enough that he can't chase you, yeah?" There was laughter in his gaze as well, but just a wry smile on his lips. "But, uh, don't worry 'bout it. Me and Irvine, we've got your back, huh?"

He turned to Norman then, his gaze turning a little more calculating, gauging what kind of person this guy was. "People call me Reno, " he finally responded, a bit of an edge to an otherwise friendly smile that said he didn't mind putting a knife in your back if you fucked with him, but he'd still shake your hand.

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This was turning into a real party, wasn't it? He raised an eyebrow at this third new face. Didn't seem like the kind of person that would make it through a day in the UGH. He was calculating just as much as the others probably were. Reno and Irvine... Names he would have to remember. Reno intrigued him most so far.

"Looks like you guys are already at home here," Norman commented. It boded well for them that they had a feel for this place so early on.

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( acquaintance* )

"Y'know what they say 'bout birds of a fuckin' feather, Norman, " Reno responded, inhaling a lungful of smoke and letting it out in wisps from his generous mouth before going on. "Criminals know how to be with criminals, right?"

The red-head gave Irvine a little space, withdrawing his arm from the other inmate's shoulders to give a cattish stretch, elongating the lines of a wiry body for a moment.

"'Sides, we new kids gotta stick together, " he grinned a bit, something feral about the flash of white teeth. He didn't know much about loyalty, nevermind what he was preaching, but he knew it paid to have someone cover your back. Reno's loyalty, and his trust, lay with people he'd probably never see again. "Ain't that right, boys?"

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"shit. Gonna be in here for the rest of eternity, might as well have some friends down here eh?" He smiled, "yeah, we got your back man. You are the first guys I've run into around here" he stretched a little himself, crossing his arms, relaxing his stance.

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Norman was really liking Reno at this point. But he tried not to be too obvious about it. As for Irvine, the jury was still out on that one. They both had really nice hair. Norman could look forward to doing something with that, at the very least.

"Well then... you guys can come see me if you need something. Oh," he added, as if it were an after thought. "I work as a barber here, so that's where I usually hang out." That or his cell, of course.

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"Barber Huh?" Irvine then took the time to truly pull his ponytail out and down, pulling the rubber band out of it. his hair was almost to his ass, straight and shiny, as she shook his head, tilting his head to the side, "I dunno, I might need a trim sometime" he said as he ran a hand through it - he hadn't had it down in weeks. He looked over at Reno and smirked, "Well, next time I can scrounge a pack, I owe you a cigarette man" he said simply, patting the man on the shoulder. he had a sense that his time was near up with these guys.

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Damn, that was a LOT of hair. About as long as a woman's. There weren't many guys Norman knew that could wear their hair so long and still look good, but Irvine was definitely one of them. He'd love to get his hands in that mane-- strictly for professional reasons, of course. "I'd say you need a trim pretty soon, if not right away," Norman said in the tone of an expert. "Why don't you drop by sometime soon and I'll fix you up?"

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Irvine nodded, and smirked, "Alright. I'll stop by sometime. Just promise you won't chop it all off huh?" he grinned, and looked around, "I'm sure I'll see you around. Right now, I think I could use a drink." irvine hadn't spoken to the younger guy hiding behind Reno, "Hey Kid ... you wanna come with? I'll make sure ya don't gotta punch anyone else" he smirked.

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Ryuiki nodded quickly, Slipping out from behind reno and moving over to Irvine, though half way there the thin boy bowed to the new aquaintance, eyes closed gently.

"My name is Ryuiki. It was a pleasure to finally meet you. I'm sorry that you think so little of me allready."

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Ah, so this was Ryuiki! No wonder he needed protection: the guy looked like one good punch would end him. Norman chuckled softly, sticking his hands in his pockets. "I can't think little of you for wanting to protect yourself. Besides, I was once Sword's bitch myself. I know better than to judge someone." It looked like they all had their own plans. Oh, well. They all had his name, and they knew where he was if they wanted to find him.

"Don't let me hold you up," he said with a wave. "Just wanted to see who was checking into the hotel."

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"Ryuiki." he nodded, "It's not that I think little of you. Everyone has their Strengths, and their Faults. I just heard what you said, and figured you might like someone keeping your back. I dunno who else you know here, so i'm trying to be a nice guy here and help you out, no questions asked. Besides" he lowered his voice as they walked, "I kinda wanted out of there. I sense something ... funny." he said simply, keeping his hands in his pockets, and his stride slow.

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"A'ight, well I'm out, " Reno turned to depart as well. He couldn't ever stay in one place very long-- restless spirit, or some shit like that. Itchy feet. He gave a lazy half-wave, half-salute to his new 'friends,' a little ash falling from his cigarette.

"Catch you bastards later, " he smiled, his voice friendly, the profanity almost fond.

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