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Who: Jay, Michael
When: Morning
Where: Cells
What: Settling in
Rating: TBA

Jay was escorted to his cell by one of the guards. He was given his uniform and ushered inside. He'd already been given a run down of the way things worked - the schedules and such. He set his box of belongings down on the desk, letting out a heavy sigh. This place was dumpsville and the uniform was ugly.

He reached into his box, pulling out his books - mostly ones written by his brother - King Clayton, a successful author - setting them on the shelf, followed by a seashell ashtray his younger brother Ace had given him, along with his cigarettes and lighter. The rest of his belongings he simply shoved in the locker unpacked.

He changed out of his clothes into his uniform, shoving the casual clothing in the locker with the rest of his stuff, before flopping down on the bottom bunk.

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After breakfast Michael had come back to his cell. He really had nothing better to do, so he may as well stay in here for awhile. As he entered he saw someone of his bunk, "If you're my new cellmate your bunk's the top on. No get off." He demanded walking over to him. He reminded Michael of someone, he just couldn't place it.

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Jay looked up to the source of the voice, not having to look up very far. He blinked, before sitting up a little. "Well isn't that just the most cheery greeting a man can get." He moved off of the bunk, standing up, moving across the room to pick up a cigarette, resting it between his lips, lighting it. "So I guess you're my cellmate, huh? What's your name?"

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Michael moved to go on the bed, "Michael. And I ain't cheerful. If you stay out my way, you shouldn't have a problem." He said lying back on his bunk.

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"Well... I would stay out of your way..." He said, taking a drag from his cigarette. "But there's the slight problem of sharing a cell... Our paths will cross a lot my dear friend!" e exhaled the smoke, blowing a smoke ring.

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Michael snorted, "I'm not your friend. I don't need or want any." Unfortunately for Jay he had met Michael when he was most bitter. His brother had come to visit him about a month ago. He had finally given Michael what he wanted, but since then Michael hadn't heard anything from Lufcifel. The thing that pissed Michael off the most was that he knew this would happen. Lucifel would give him want he wanted and then never show his face again. But Michael had still let it happen.

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Jay waved a hand dismissively. "Well good for you. Nice to see you're Mr. Independent. When you pull your head out of your ass I'll be the guy on the top bunk reading, okay?" He took a final drag from the cigarette before stumping it out in his seashell ashtray, grabbing one of the books by King from the shelf, climbing onto the top bunk.

"Hey... What you in for, Mr. NoFriends?"

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"Serial murders," Michael said casually as if it was the most normal thing a person could say, "You?" He asked, half wondering why he was starting a conversation with this guy who had yet to give him his name.

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Jay shrugged his shoulders, laying out on his stomach, opening the book to the first page. "Multiple murder of hookers, and burning a brothel or two to the ground." He leaned over the edge of the bunk, showing the book. "Ever read any of King Clayton's horror novels? He's my brother."

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Michael eyes went wide. He stood up on his mattress so he could see over the top bunk. He was looking at Jay as if he was his new found hero, "You? Really? You killed all those women?" He asked ignoring the man's second question.

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He closed the book, resting it beside him. "Ever hear of the Vampire of North Beach? The guy who strangled his victims to death then bit them leaving a mark like a vampire? Yeah well... That was me. I killed women and ever a few men."

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"But you killed all those women?" Normally if someone else had been saying the exact sentence, they would have sounded horrified. But Michael sounded awestuck, almost as if he wished he had done that.

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Jay nodded. "Yeah. I killed them. Dead. Dead as dead can be." He picked up his book again, turning back to the page, starting to read. "I'd have killed more if I hadn't been caught."

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"Any reason? Or were you just bored? How did you do it? Did they beg for their lives? What was the look in their eye when you did it?" Michael was eager to know everything that Jay would tell him about his murders.

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He set the book down again, he obviously wasn;t going to get any reading done, but at least Mr. NoFriends seemed a little more interested and less hostile now. "My Mom... My real mom was a hooker, a drugged up hooker..., her pimp used to beat me... I guess it was revenge on that more than anything. I'd go with them, sleep with them, in the heat of the moment wrap my hands around their necks and squeeze the live out of them."

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Michael looked disgusted for a moment, "You slept with them? ugh... How could you bring yourself to do such a thing? Women are disgusting."

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He shrugged again. "Yeah well... might as well get some cheap thrills before killing them. You some kind of woman hater or something?"

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Michael nodded, "I think they're disgusting. One of them ran off with my twin. She was the first to go. I---" Michael stopped and furrowed his brow, "What's your name anyway?"

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Jay cocked an eyebrow, intrigued by Michael's words. "Oh? Well... sorry to hear that, Chibi." The nickname came out as naturally as anything, although it was the name he usually used for his younger brother.

"My name? Oh sorry... Jay. Jay Clayton."

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Michael's eyes narrowed, "My name ain't chibi! It's Michael. Got that?" Although Michael was born and raised in New York, he still watched enough Anime to know what 'chibi' meant. And he hated it when people poked fun at his shortness.

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"If you say so, Chibi." He said with a lopsided grin, reaching out a hand to ruffle Michael's hair. "Don't get your panties in a twist."

He lay out on his stomach, propping his chin on his pillow. "You ever choked someone to death?"

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Michael let out a low growl and glared at Jay. Though his expression soon softened when he realized they were back on the subject of killing.

"Of course I have. That's how I killed her. The first one, I mean." He said simply.

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He chuckled again. "You're eyes gleam when you talk about it, Chibi." He said, clutching the pillow closer. "It's beautiful, isn't it? To see life fade away beneath your fingers - their eyes... they show so much in those last few seconds."

He let out a soft sigh then. He didn't regret killing all those people, but he did miss his brothers.

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Michael bit his bottom lip, unaware of how aroused he looked. He nodded, "It's such a fabulous sight, that for sure. Knowing that you're the one who has the power to let them live if you wanted. The look of pure terror when they know there's nothing they can do about it." He whispered, almost intimately.

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He once more chuckled, watching Michael closely, licking his lips once. "Well at least I know what to talk about to get you hard, Chibi." He teased, reaching out a hand to floof the other's hair a little.

He moved down off the bunk, standing by Michael, leaning down to brush his lips over the other's before pulling away. "Maybe this place won't be so bad."

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Michael looked at Jay confused, still totally unaware of his expression seconds before.

He was totally taken aback at Jay's actions and he basically fell off the bed. After getting his footing he looked up at Jay, "What the hell?"