♠[Rin]♠ Posted September 16, 2018 Share Posted September 16, 2018 Name: Leolin Rhynd. Age: 24. Height: 1,69 CM. Hair colour: raven. Eye colour: bright hazel. Skin colour: pale. Nationality: Scottish. _____________________________________________________________ America was disugsting. Utterly, outmost, remarkably, plain disgusting. The food was either too salty or too sweet, the drinks were either loaded with calories or tasteless water. The houses were ugly, the lands weren‘t even green and passable fashion was unknown to the folk apparently. Well, at least he was only here for prison. Yes, prison. He, a high-class business man with a noble bloodline was standing in the corridor of a rotten, cursed, American high-security-prison. The pastelorange colour of the uniform he had to wear didn‘t bring out his hazel eyes at all and his pale skin looked ridiculously pink on some places! It was pretty dark in here. The rooms themselves were brightened up with blindinly white light, but the long, lonely corridors were left in the dark. There were small windows right below the ceiling for some dayligh to find its way in, but otherwise, the building didn‘t allow any contact to the outerworld. The cells were small and only contained what a human needed the most, including a disgusting toilet whose colour had long ago faded, an uncomfortable bed with dirty sheets, a washing basin with fissures on it and a toothbrush with tooth paste. The corridors were wide, for many people had to fit in there and the guards had to take care passing by the cells, but they were grey and unclean. The tiles on the ground had probbaly once been white, but even the lines in between had turned a brownish colour. Either dried and old or fresh blood stains were to be seen on some parts of the walls every day. Walking barefoot in here might as well result in getting the rarest illnesses. Leolin walked along the corridor, his hazel eyes wary of his surroundings. Compared to the men in here, he was an easy target, at least he looked like one, which was enough of a humiliation. He had known what he would put himself into as he had chosen this prison five years ago. The subject of interest, the person he was looking for, had been brought here to exactly that long ago. However, he had chosen that man even longer ago. And now that he was here - having left his prey five years in loneliness and disconnection to any civilization whatsoever - he was here to get it. He was ready to adopt his little puppy. Did he think highly of himself? Hm, yeah, maybe, but not too much to die. Sure, the American prison hadn‘t been the best choice, but a Russian one would have been even worse. America had a thing for producing things that went out of control and this prison wasn‘t an exception. Fights happened every day, guards or inmates were severely injured. The paramedics had a lot to do in here and apparently many newbies quit after a few weeks already. Leolin had to admit that it was indeed disgusting in here, he was once more reminded of that when he noticed a body lying on the floor. He halted for a moment in the middle of the corridor. Someone passed him by on the other side while his gaze was glued to the man lying on his belly against the now red-painted wall. A group of heavily hairy guys was standing in the corner a little farer away. Nobody really cared, nobody had the nerve to care. Survival was a human instinct, though he doubted that anything in here was human. To be honest, it had taken him a long time to choose his puppy six years ago. America lacked real men if you excluded the military forces and the FBI. The police was hardly a threat. Street gangsters were only small fish and way too dumb. He needed someone who was averagely intelligent and above-averagely fit. Of course, his puppy wasn‘t perfect yet, but he would make him a masterpiece once he had him in his grip. Leolin took a step away in disgust as he noticed a blood circle spreading underneath the body. Hell, it had almost stained his shoes - even if they were torn and worn out, he knew that the prison‘s chief guard wouldn‘t give him a new pair. He didn‘t need blood on them too. With a sigh, the ravenette advanced forward. Technically, he had no electrical device on him and his puppy didn‘t wear a chip either, so he had to put effort into searching the man. Where could he be? The gym? The library? Was the TV room open for the inmates to watch a ridiculous movie which they called educational? For real, he had only come to this prison yesterday and checked out a movie about the anatomy of bats and it had been the worst documentation he had ever seen. If he wasn‘t mistaken, it had been from 1880 and some of the facts hadn‘t even been correct. What kind of joke was this prison? He chose to check the gym first. If his informant hadn‘t told him lies, his puppy liked to go train and work out. However, the moment Leolin opened the door to the gym, he regretted his choice. It wasn‘t the smell of sweat or the sticky air, it was … the usual. The gym was huge and offered various training machines, but there was also that one corner at the other end of the room where two guys were currently having sex. It wasn‘t even an enjoyable view, it looked painful and forced. The one topping was gripping the other‘s hips so firmly that the skin around his fingers had turned red. The bottom guy was leaning against the wall face-first and had a hard time keeping the position up, standing on his tiptoes, while being taken from behind. And if it wasn‘t disgusting enough, there was this fact which he had overheard yesterday: That act over there was the closest thing the inmates came to seeing porn. Internt connection was a no-go of course and public sex had become the norm and the guards didn‘t care at all. Given that, it was no wonder to see three other guys stroking themselves to what they were seeing, while the rest of the men in here were actually training. They didn‘t even bat an eye. A sigh passed his lips and he took his eyes off the scene as quickly as possible. It couldn‘t be unseen, but it was better than having to watch any more second. Leolin turned around and chose to check the librarby next - when he stopped right in front of someone so that they wouldn‘t bump into each other. And usually he wouldn‘t even look at the person in his way, but he recognized the upper body. Leolin rose his gaze to meet the eyes of the man he had almost run into. What a fortunate moment, it was exactly the person he had been looking for! Instantly, the raven‘s lips curled into a smirk. A sparkle flashed up in his eyes. Finally, he could see him in person. Finally. „Hello~“ There was no way he was going out of the other‘s way. That wasn‘t his style. Additionally, he knew that a man who had spent the past few years of his life in a wrecked hole like this building wasn‘t eager to make friends. Maybe his puppy had lost a bit of his pride and dignity or maybe it had just grown. Leolin hoped that the other‘s personality had hardened a little too. He didn‘t want him, he already had him. He was his. It was a question of time until the other would do what he wanted… it would take a lot of manipulation. And hopefully, the tables wouldn‘t be turned. He had ridden horses in his childhood so he knew what it was like to tame someone stronger than you. Plus, the other wasn‘t dumb. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
StainedCrimson Posted September 16, 2018 Share Posted September 16, 2018 Name: Takara Fujisaki Age: 28 Height: 186 cm or 6'1" Hair color: White Eye color: Blue Skin color: Light tan Nationality: Japanese-American Everyday was some variation of the one before, and inevitably the day to come would be some variation of today. That's how his life had been for the last five years. And just like the day before, he quietly accepts the punishment of being where he is, and takes it as part of his due for what led him here. No matter how unintentional his crime was, the weight and consequence of that night is his burden to bare. Six years in jail is almost too light of a sentence for having taken a life, and he knows that it is something that will forever shame him and be with him. Whether for better or worse, Takara has carved out a niche for himself in the jail and developed enough respect and reputation to where no one bothers him. In fact, he often finds others doing things for him to try and gain his favor. His cell is by far one of the cleanest and comfiest as a result. The floors are a light grey, almost white, the sheets are still worn but are in far better shape than a majority of the others', and whenever he wants to work out or go to the library everyone else makes sure to keep their other activities far away enough to be as little of a bother as possible. He figures it is due to having sent numerous people to the medical room with serious enough injuries to need professional medical attention as part of it, as well as a mixture of his own background, connections, and skills. After all, while not in favor of unnecessary violence or bloodshed he is by no means a push over. His looks insured that at a very early age and growing up in one of the rougher outskirts of Chinatown did the rest. Despite all that he had been doing well, managed to a full-ride into a graduate school and had been debating getting his doctorates and since coming here had decided to keep up with his studies just in-case. For the most part Takara has found a sense of acceptance and peace within the horrific jail's confines, but the events of the day that sent him here still haunt him. It is that exact reason that he leaves the library early despite still having some reading he should do, only to bump into someone. Blinking, he pulls back to the present and finally looks down to see an unfamiliar face staring up at him. When greeted a faint frown of confusion appears as well as a raised eyebrow, however, he gives a slight nod of greeting in return before pushing past the other male and continues on his way to his cell to drop off his book and notes. As he walks he considers the best place to try and deal with the memories that have reared their head. The gym is out as this time of day is usually one of the busier times for a "show", but he could probably get a few guys together for a round of basketball in the yard. Maybe one of the other "higher" inmates would be up for a sparring session if not. Plan settled on a guard lets him into his cell to drop off his things then re-lock it before escorting him out to the yard to join the others there. Fortunately or otherwise, there are just enough inmates outside and interested enough to engage in a few rounds of ball and soon they're all getting covered in sweat and rough, though vague, sportsmanship. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
♠[Rin]♠ Posted September 16, 2018 Author Share Posted September 16, 2018 Leolin couldn‘t help but blink the moment he was pushed to the side. The whitette vanished into the gym, the door falling close behind him. The grin on the Scottish‘s face had briefly faded, before it returned quite quickly. Takara was perfect. Respect was most genuine when it came from a rather uninterested person. However, Leolin still tapped imaginary dirt off the spot where his puppy had touched him to get him out of his way. In his usual daily life there was no way he would be touched, but he had to get used to it for the time he was here. This was important. Takara soon exited the gym again. Leolin took a wild guess that it was the ‚show‘ in there which made him do so, which was understandable, but then again, he didn‘t have so much empathy. Following his subject of interest wasn‘t hard. Takara couldn‘t care less about his existence - yet! - and hardly anyone thought of him as a threat. He waited downstairs to see if his target would return, which he did, along with a guard, and on the way to the yard. Curiosity flashed up in the bright hazel eyes of the ravenette as he followed them. His steps were silent, almost ghostly, and a guard only stopped him at the door to the yard as he saw him. „Outside?“ „Yes.“ The guard sighed and shot a glance towards the short corridor behind the glas door to the yard bathed in sunlight. Then he looked the inmate up and down and shook his head. „Just go. I am not in the mood to escort a whimp.“ With those words he opened the door and Leolin walked through. As he stepped into the fair sunlight, he noticed that it barely brought any warmth. Dark clouds threatened to take it from the few inmates here. His gaze wandered around. This was the first time he was out here, given that he had arrived around noon yesterday and hadn‘t had the time to explore this far. The colourless building embraced the yard, so it was more of an inner yard than anything, additionally surrounded by security cameras and an electrical fence. His eyes soon met a creature sitting ontop of the roof at the other end of the yard. It was a hawk and it squeaked the moment their gazes connected through the distance, though it was barely audible. Leolin chuckled. That was his pet. Yes, a literal hawk. He had brought her up since she was a chicken and it appeared that even deadly birds could develope valuable feelings for a fellow, even if that fellow was a human. Ever since he had her, she had followed him everywhere, it was like having a dog which could take care of itself easily for a few hours and then returned. However, there was no reason to expose his little friend now, especially in the middle of a prison and among dangerous people, because may they all go to hell. Except for his puppy of course. Leolin looked over to the part of the yard which was generously adorned with fields for different playsports, including basketball, tennis and handball. There was hardly anyone right now, except for a group of inmates performing a basketball match. He could spot Takara there - so that‘s what he was doing, that ignorant piece of Japanese-American man. The Scotsman advanced forward to the basketball field. The white painted lines were already torn and ripped at most of the spots and had lost most of its brightness throughout the years. The asphalt was rough, too, and falling would probably hurt a lot. He stopped when he was close enough to watch the game, or rather, watch his target play. He wasn‘t bad at all and tall enough as well. Most of them were, to be honest. He didn‘t know the others, but their lives didn‘t hold any value anyway. A little bored, Leolin picked up a stone and threw it into the air, catching it again, and repeated the gesture, while his glimpse stayed on the whitette. He knew that if humans were stared at, most of them noticed quite quickly. At some point, Takara would have to acknowledge his presence around him, and it wouldn‘t end with just being stared at. Yeah, he might as well test how far he could push him before he would suddenly disappear from his view. Psychologically, it was possible to develop sympathy for something or someone who was constantly around, and that would lead him to victory. If Takara wasn‘t emotionally wrecked, he should play along. Suddenly, the stone made its way to the field and it was aiming for Takara‘s leg. „Oops~ How clumpsy of me,“ Leolin thought to himself and snickered silently. Sadly, he only had three months to drag Takara with him, so he didn‘t have so much time to play his little game. The whitette had to react soon. Maybe in a few days. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
StainedCrimson Posted September 18, 2018 Share Posted September 18, 2018 Growing up in dangerous areas caused one to develop a kind of sixth sense for danger and when being watched that was more sensitive than most will ever have. Except perhaps highly trained individuals like military, mafia, or assassins. That's why when an itchy and tight feeling began to appear on his lower neck, he glanced around and noticed the person from library. Without any change in demeanor, he inwardly frowns and wonders why the other is outside. Yeah, there are others out there that are either enjoying the sun, working out solo, or even a few having come out to the game and maybe place bets, it's not exactly the choice area so to speak. Mentally shrugging he pushes the thoughts away and continues to play, everyone taking a small break to take off their shirts and grab a quick mouthful of water before continuing. It's then that two of the reasons for Takara's nicknames is exposed. The intricate and detailed depiction of death on his white horse in shades of gray is seen standing over a soon-to be slain dragon with the scythe poised over the heart, a drop of blood forming as it pierces the jeweled toned scales, and flames gathering in the mighty jaws of the the impressive creature. Dulhan after the mythical fae dullahan, and Jewel. Two nicknames given to him with the tattoos being one source for them which spreads from below the left hip, and goes down the leg a ways, over his entire back and even across part of the right arm. The piece is clearly done by someone who is a master of the craft, and not some cheap low-level artist. Some of the observers give appreciative hoots and whistles at seeing the ink being exposed, while others bicker over their bets. As the game continues and gets increasingly rougher, someone stumbles. It could be due to the rough checking, the horrible state of the court, or perhaps both. Regardless of the cause, the tumbling man takes the rock meant for Takara's leg though he doesn't really notice it as his body slams to the ground. Taking advantage of the situation, Takara darts around using the opening and jumps to shoot the winning shot. High fives are exchanged among the players while the watchers grumble and grin alike as the bets are collected. Some are cigarettes and others are sexual favors. Some of the sexual favors are cashed in there, but others hold off to call in later. Meanwhile Takara and the other players head in to use the showers before mealtime. The showers at least decently maintained and work. Not that it's saying much. Still, it's free of mold, mildew, and the water is almost always hot. Takara quickly takes the one with the best pressure and allows a few moments for the water to loosen some of the tension before beginning to scrub himself down. Here the rest of his tattoo that was hidden beneath his pants is revealed and the water makes the colors on the dragon almost seem to shine and move as though alive. Those in the shower engage in some post-game shit talking which even Takara joins in on with a faint grin. After cleaned up and dressed in clean(ish) clothes, they all head to the meal room. To call what's served food would be generous, but like most places it's all about connections and favors. As he is in with the group that "runs" the jail, the others being high up in either underground organizations or what they're in for giving that much weight with the other inmates, he gets served much better fare than the rest of the prison. While inwardly he hates being given the better fare, as it takes away some of the punishment he feels he rightly deserves, he accepts it without any outward sign as he knows that it could mean a serious enough insult to either put him in real danger. Inwardly resigning himself to another decent meal, he joins the other "leaders" at the table waiting for the food to be brought. After all, those in charge have others to do something as menial them like fetch their food and wash their clothes. As one of them that is something that had been pressed upon him very early even though it sticks like gristle between his teeth. As soon as they are all seated, the food is brought out to them and then the rest of the joint is served whatever was slapped together for their "nourishment". Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
♠[Rin]♠ Posted September 18, 2018 Author Share Posted September 18, 2018 A „tsk“ sound passed the raven‘s lips as his stone missed the target. Instead, someone tripped on it and fell, which led to his puppy winning the whole thing. A blur of voices mumbling and cheering surrounded the area now. The men were quickly off too, probably going to shower, as Leolin guessed. A little disappointed, he turned his back to the basketball playfield and left the scene. His gaze rose towards the now cloudy sky. If he wasn‘t mistaken, mealtime would start soon. However, he spent a little more time outside, even though the oxygen here wasn‘t so much better than the air inside the building. It was only day two, there was still plenty of time. When dinner was served, Leolin arrived fashionably late. He only received a little amount of food, but that was fine, because it turned his stomach painfully just by looking at it. He had gone to bed hungrily yesterday as well so it wasn‘t a big deal. His gaze once more wandered around in the great hall. He could spot his puppy on the outer east side of the mob of people. Seeing as everyone was wearing the same uniform didn‘t make it easier too. Leolin took a seat at a table where only three guys were sitting and talking. Setting the tablet down on the wooden tabletop, the raven crossed his legs underneath and took the plastic spoon into his hand, though all he did was more or less picking at the little mess which they called mulligan. He had had tastier meals in London and those people couldn‘t cook for sure! Lavender eyes found their way towards Takara‘s back. The man was eating with some of the other ‚cool kids‘ apparently, given the atmosphere around them and the wary look a few people wore when passing the table by. If he wasn‘t mistaken, they hadn‘t even stood in line for their food but had it being brought to them. However, the whitette didn‘t look very comfortable in the position he was in. „They are the elite,“ a voice next to him said. A young man with blonde hair and freckles sat down next to the raven, carefully setting his tray down. „Wouldn‘t have thought,“ Leolin chuckled. „I saw you in the bus yesterday. I am James.“ What a clishé name. He couldn‘t remember him at all, then again, he had spent most of his time riding that smelling vehicle to the prison staring out of the window. „What‘s your sentence?“ James asked along. He didn‘t look like the intelligent type of young adult and he actually committed to eating that mess on his plate. In the meantime, Leolin rested his chin on his other hand and sighed silently. „If I don‘t cause trouble, I‘ll be out in three years,“ the blonde continued. „Robbed a few banks with my friends. Money, you know? The usual. But we got caught pretty fast. My friends are someqhere else… I don‘t know where. It‘s probably better that way, because I‘ve come to realize that I should live a legal and normal life.“ It once more grew quiet between the two, until James noticed Leolin‘s stare. He followed it until he met Takara‘s back. A smile appeared on his lips. „That‘s Jewel. Got a sentence of six years for a murder and has one left. Also, he has some rad tattooes!“ Leolin narrowed his eyebrows slightly. He turned his head just enough to look at the male sitting beside him. „Are you a homosexual?“ The tone in his voice was cold, but he looked genuinly interested in the answer. Surprised by the sudden change of topic, James blinked a few times and the moment he realized the meaning behind the raven‘s words, a pink shimmer coated his cheeks quickly. „Maybe.“ „For having been here for two days, you know a lot about ‚Jewels‘… Have you developed feelings for him?“ „Ehhhh…“ „You are right, it doesn‘t matter.“ Leolin sat up straight and put the silverware back onto the tray. „You wouldn‘t be tough enough.“ „Tough enough to do what?“ „To go over there and tell Jewels yourself.“ „Oh - eh, no, I don‘t belong to his circle. It‘d probably be weird. He probably doesn‘t even know I exist.“ „I heard that he indeed has noticed someone adoring him,“ the raven lied. „So, you will never know if you don‘t give it a try.“ James stared his seat neighbour down for a few seconds as if he was trying to see if he was lying or not, but to the blonde‘s misfortune, his acting was on point. There was no way anyone could tell he was just playing them like chess pieces. „Hm.“ The other inmate‘s glimpse went back to the elite table. „If you don‘t hurry, they‘ll be done with their meals,“ Leolin pressured. „But what am I going to say?“ „Just say Hello.“ „Just Hello?“ „That‘ll do.“ „…okay.“ Still a little sceptical, the blonde chose to stand up nonetheless. Leolin watched like a tiger a rabbit how James snaked through the tight rows of countless benches to reach the table Takara was sitting at. Awkwardly, he was biting his bottom lip and fondling his fingers as he stepped towards the whitette and it also took him a second or two to actually tap the man on the shoulder in order to get his attention. And the moment eye-contact was made, he even flinched. Leolin couldn‘t hold a chuckle back and covered it with his hand. At the same moment, one of the „elite people“ stood up from the table to leave early. It was almost 7 PM so free time was limited to one hour by now. Without bothering to bring the tray back to the kitchen, the raven rose from his chair and followed outside. The moment the doors fell close behind him, the annoying background noises of the cafeteria was barely audible anymore. The man instantly caught his eye and he didn‘t waste time to catch up to him and place himself in the taller inmate‘s way, who rose an eyebrow, though more our of wonderment than surprise. It looked like he couldn‘t quite believe that someone that much smaller and thinner than him would step into his path. „Excuse me~“ Leolin said, raising a hand to his chest in a fake-genuin manner. „I am new and I saw you sitting next to someone called Jewels…“ „So what? Get the hell out of my way.“ „I was wondering what his real name was.“ „Why the fuck should I care?“ „It‘s just a simple question. Do you know what his real name is? It‘s really important to me!“ „Listen, I don‘t know and I don‘t care. Outta my damn way!“ Now quite unnerved, the taller inmate set the back of his hand against the raven‘s shoulder and pushed him to the side, before he went on. Leolin watched him turn the corner to the C-Side cells and just shook his head with a grin on his lips. So far so good. He didn‘t know how much it would take to make Takara get curious about him, but the time would come eventually. If that guy just now didn‘t tell his puppy about Leolin asking about him, then someone else would. And tomorrow, he would simply go one step further. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
StainedCrimson Posted September 19, 2018 Share Posted September 19, 2018 For the most part Takara sits quietly as the other talk and joke around, though he grins and laughs every now and then. If you didn't think of what the guys had done to get sent here, particularly for life with little or no chance of parole, they weren't that bad. About halfway through they start talking about the fresh meat, aka, the new inmates. To which the white-haired man pays closer attention. "Yeah, there are some that are pretty easy to look at this go round. I wouldn't mind having another ass or two to fuck." One grins. The man is large with a few scars scattered about with dark auburn hair. If it wasn't for the hair and lack of accent, one would think the man was a Russian tank. Another man laughs and shakes his head. "You're always looking to fuck and have the largest group out of anyone here. Let some of us enjoy the spoils now and then eh? Not like even you can screw that much 'Naught." This man is smaller and darker skinned, possibly from somewhere around the equator, but is no less dangerous due to his connections in the drug business. His remark makes the other laugh and shrug while dipping his head to concede the point. Some of the others toss in some comments and even one or two make claims on some of the new meat. They soon look at the most exotic looking one among them, Takara. "What about you Dulhan? Have your eye on anyone? The blonde or the kid maybe?" He asks referring to the two who just so happened to be talking about the white-haired male. In response he gives a rolling shrug. "Maybe if either of them have the balls to approach me first. I don't chase anyone down for sex." He states causing the others to bust out laugh and give high fives or back slaps. Suddenly they go silent before grinning at each other. "Well, well... Looks like one of them has balls." The speaker is an african-american man who could give the man 'Naught a run for his money in terms of bulk. Tilting his head back slightly, Takara hums in response. "Surprising. I thought the other one would be making himself known seeing as how he followed me from the library earlier." The others look at him in surprise then look at one another before shrugging. "Maybe I'll at least give him a try. It has been awhile since anyone has been able to approach me." The others grin and egg him on. By the time blondie reaches the table Takara is spinning a utensil in his hand and facing him but merely waits with a raised eyebrow to see if the other says anything. When the other finally manages to squeak out anything sensible, he set down the utensil and stands before leaning over the smaller male. "As reward for having the balls to approach me, I'll let you service me. I do enjoy a little initiative." He says in a soft, low tone before straightening and leading the other out another door as everyone gets up and leaves to go about their own ways to enjoy the free time through the other set of doors as it leads to the main areas. One beyond the doors Takara turns and faces the blonde. "I'll let you choose if you want to either suck me off or, if you're clean, I can take you here." He slides one hand down and around the other's hip and ass to press as the hidden hole beneath ugly clothing. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
♠[Rin]♠ Posted September 19, 2018 Author Share Posted September 19, 2018 James took a careful step back when Takara rose from his seat and leaned down to him, mumbling words to him which instantly made his blood rush up to his head. Just the thought of being that near to the whitette caused his heartbeat to double in speed. However, he before he could say anything, the Japanese-American already walked along. Not knowing what to do, James panickally gazed over his shoulder - but the ravenette who had urged him into this situation was already gone, only his tray and the untouched food remained on the table. James cursed under his breath. He looked back ahead and his first instinct was to follow, because he had always been a follower. He and Takara walked through a single door on the hall‘s side which was just a small corridor which ended in a staircase and a shortcut to the medical rooms. Nobody but them was here, which was the usual. Hardly anyone but the guards used this corridor. The redness on James‘ cheeks didn‘t decrease, instead it became more intense. He rose his hands in front of him in a defensive manner in the moment he could feel the other‘s hand on where he had least expected it. „I-I-I am very sorry, I… This is not what I… This was a stupid idea…“ he sighed defeated and automatically took a step to the side in order to bring distance in between the two. „It wasn‘t my idea but still… I am sorry for wasting your time!“ Seeing as he adored the whitette in a loving way, he couldn‘t commit to offering his body to him without any emotional mutual feelings. „I‘ll just go. I won‘t bother you again, promise!“ James had to actually lower his gaze so he would calm down a little, because looking Takara in the eyes made only incresed his nervousness. Or maybe he should just try? It would be an honour to touch the other but at the same time it felt terribly wrong. He didn‘t know his own skills with other men, therefore the possibility of him making mistakes was too damn high, and disappointing his crush was something he would hate. Perhaps there‘d be a time and a place for this int he future but not now, he decided. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
StainedCrimson Posted September 22, 2018 Share Posted September 22, 2018 Takara frowns and tilts his head to one side slightly, a bit confused and annoyed. "What's stupid is that you think it'll be different with anyone else. You've painted yourself as a target by approaching me, particularly during meal time and with those I sit with. If you leave without doing something and it gets out then everyone will go after you as fair game. Which you will be." He gives a small shrug as it's the nature of prison life. Some are left alone because of their crime, connections, or abilities. Everyone else is pretty much turned into the various "leaders" personal gophers or whores in exchange for being under their protection. For Takara he has very few under that umbrella, but a lot of respect for his skills and being accepted by the other elites, but for James there is none of that and the blonde would look pretty appealing to most of the men here looking for an easy target. With a sigh, he straightens with a rolling shrug. "If they find out or not is entirely up to you, but they'll find out sooner versus later if you're not seen with me after this. Entirely your choice though. I have better things to concern myself with than changing your mind." With that he walks by James and goes out to enjoy some time in the gym since most are too lazy or tired after meal time to use it, whether for actual exercise or fucking. Not that he plans on doing anything too intensive, just some end of the day things to work the areas that basketball didn't and ready himself for the remainder of the day in his cell. Once in for the night he'll be studying some more before going to bed. He'd gotten some new sheets recently so they're actually soft, clean, and make sleeping at night almost comfortable. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
♠[Rin]♠ Posted September 23, 2018 Author Share Posted September 23, 2018 The second day started off annoying already. Leolin was torn out of his sleep by someone talking against the lattice of his cell. The words didn‘t even reach him, because he was still half-way asleep. Slowly, his consciousness returned to reality and he could identify the voice as James‘. But hell, who was that again? The Scotsman sat up in the uncomfortable bed. A sting shot through his neck and went down to the left side of his back. A pained grimace appeared on his face, before he took a deep breath and relaxed. Bright hazel eyes opened and looked over to his cell‘s closed door with no interest at all. James was standing there, holding onto two of the metal rods, and completely upset. „What could be so important that you need to bother me this early?“ Leolin grumbled. He kicked the thin blanket off and stood up to walk over. Nobody had yet come to this sector to unlock the doors, it was impressive that the blonde had made it hear before the rollcall. „You pushed into some real trouble, …!“ James had to stop as he remembered the didn‘t even know the other‘s name. But he didn‘t bother asking, instead he continued. „Jewels… he…“ „My goodness, you look like a twelve year-old who dropped his ice cream,“ the raven commented. „What could he have said to get you on the verge of tears?“ He didn‘t care at all, but he needed the information nonetheless, and James was more than willing to spill it. As it seemed, his puppy was also into that sex-for-protection game that was so famous outside of the prison-life. Everyone who hadn‘t been in prison before didn‘t even know if it was true. Now, Leolin wasn‘t someone who wanted to offer his body to anyone. He was still prideful. Takara was his pet, not the other way around! Of course, there were some factors that might be of importance. For example, the strength difference. „You put me out there on a silver tray!“ „Haha, I sure did.“ The chuckle indeed left his throat, but it was a meaningless gesture as it lacked emotion and feelings. „You don‘t understand!“ James gripped the lattice rods harder, he put so much pressure into it that his knuckles appeared white. Despair and fear sparkled in his azure eyes. „If they find out that Takara has no interest in me at all… then they might come after me! I don‘t want to be taken like… like that! I‘ve talked to others who experienced it! They weren‘t asked or offered a pact! They were just claimed! Nobody here cares for your health!“ Leolin nodded. „I know.“ The blonde‘s gaze intensified. His shoulders sunk down as strength slowly left him after his little outburst, and he stared so deep into the raven‘s eyes as if he could find a solution for his problem there, but there was none. There was nothing. Nothing humane. James narrowed his eyebrows. „Did you plan this?“ „Actually, no. But listen,“ Leolin answered, leaning a little forward as he lowered the volume of his voice. „It‘s that easy. Find someone who has earned enough respect from others and try to get on their good side. You approached Jewels too, didn‘t you?“ „But only because you told me to…“ „You can live or die, honestly. Choose.“ „You are not helping!“ „Didn‘t you just say that nobody cares anyway?“ „But I thought that maybe we could be friends!“ „Acquaintances, at best.“ Something died in the blonde‘s eyes. He backed away from the lattice and averted his eyes. „Yeah, I thought so… You are kinda creepy, you know?“ „I get that all the time. Now leave. You won‘t like getting caught by a guard.“ - - - Now that he knew of Takara‘s little game, he was willing to dodge. The other liked to be approached? That was fine, after all Leolin wasn‘t a scaredy-cat. He was good at avoiding the real dangers in here, at least until now, but it didn‘t make a real difference seeing as it was day two. Sure, he knew how to defend himself, but not against a whole group. If push came to shove, he would always need a gun or a knife at least. However, he denied that he needed protection or advantages. Sure, his hawk wasn‘t able to check on him all the time and check for enemies either, but he wouldn‘t die in here. His boss wouldn‘t let him. The sun was already setting, after Dinner (which he had skipped), when Leolin left the library. He had spent half of his day in there, finding that peace and silence in there were precious. The moment he stepped back into the dirty, grey corridor, the scene completely changed and so did the atmosphere. The other half he had been talking to a few people to gather a little more information about his puppy. Apparently, the gym was the most comfortable to use during the evening, and Takara had discovered that as well. Leolin passed a few people by on the corridor until he finally reached the gym. Softly, he pushed one of the double doors open and took a step inside, his gaze wandering around. The door fell into its frame with a dull sound. Now, where could he be? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
StainedCrimson Posted September 23, 2018 Share Posted September 23, 2018 After taking his leave of the blonde, Takara had worked out a little harder than usual due to the frustration and irritation that being denied a release had given him. Not that he regularly seeks out sex or using others, after all who can go five years without some sort carnal act, but the situation with the blonde had gotten him aroused only to be left without. Being blue-balled isn't something any male enjoys. However, it was clear that the other hadn't intended to approach with sex or protection on his mind nor through his own violation. It's for that reason that he allows the other inmates to think he was extending his protection to the smaller male. Should James let it slip that he had turned away Takara's offer, or not play the part sufficiently, then the fallout would fall on him alone. Despite his guilt and remorse over what landed him in jail, Takara is not willing to martyr himself. Particularly during his last year in jail. Should James be found out and decide he wants the whitette's protection after all, it would have to be a very public display to appease and satisfy the other inmates that the claim is real. Shaking his head, he refocuses on his workout then takes another shower before going to his cell. There he reads a bit then goes to bed. The next day sees more of the same, though this time around Takara isn't holed up in the library or even helping in the medical area like he does on occasion. Instead he's outside teaching and sparring with other inmates in the late morning up until lunch time. It's one of the ways he stays in shape and his skills sharp, but it also cements his status in the jail. In the evening he once more heads to the gym and does some light exercises to warm up, then he takes up on the portion of the gym that's been cleared out for his use. There Takara begins going through various forms of Tai Chi. The motions slow, controlled, and soon he slips into an almost meditative and trance-like state. As he gets about halfway through, he distantly hears the gym door slam but doesn't react to it. Instead he continues to focus on his breathing and movements, ignoring all distractions unless it becomes something aimed at him. In which case he is prepared and willing to retaliate. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
♠[Rin]♠ Posted September 23, 2018 Author Share Posted September 23, 2018 Upon spotting the whitetette in a cleared out area of the gym, Leolin crossed his slender arms over his chest to watch a little. He advanced a few steps forward, but not enough to be too close to the taller male. What was that? A combat sport, obviously, but it looked a little strange. He was half Japanese, so maybe it was a cultural combat sport. He had to admit that he had never really looked into sports like those. However, after a while, the raven did indeed step forward. „Hey. May I talk to you?“ Though his words were polite and careful, his voice was somewhat cold and didn‘t allow a refusal. „Don‘t worry, I am not here to, well, seek protection, as some of you tastelessly call it,“ he went on. „I just came to talk a little. I am heavily bored in here. The library closed a few minutes ago, which leaves me in a quite sorrowful state because it‘s my favourite place to be. And I would hate to go back to my cell and wait there aimlessly until they lock us up again.“ Around half past 7, nobody really walked around anymore alone. Most people spent time with their friends or „friends“ and then at 8 PM they would have to go back to their cells. Light-out was at 10 PM. „I was wondering what your real name was, too. All I‘ve heard are nicknames. - And oh, don‘t feel pressured to stop, I would hate to disturb physical art.“ The Scot walked over to a high stretching bank and sat down there, crossing his legs. His gaze moved over to the tiny windows at the corners of the grey walls. The windows were tilted to let in some fresh air. From this angle here, he couldn‘t really see much of the inner yard, but at least the sky. The sun had long ago set, leaving the prison in surrounded in darkness. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
StainedCrimson Posted September 23, 2018 Share Posted September 23, 2018 Takara sees the other approaching and watching him, but since the other is silent continues to ignore him. When he speaks the words are heard but once again ignored until the very end. Reaching the end of his form, he releases a long slow breath as his palms meet in front of his chest then part ways to rest at his sides. Eyes closed he takes another few breathes before turning to face his rude visitor. "It would seem you'll talk to me whether I desire it or not." He states finally as the other had asked, but then continued on without waiting for a response. "Jail life is tasteless and boring, perhaps you should have considered that before coming here." Uninterested in further discussion, Takara picks up his towel and wipes some of the sweat off as he goes to leave the gym. Real names have little to no place in jail, and even if anyone learns them at some point they are usually forgotten in place of nicknames. Unless you know someone from the outside that is. Considering he neither knows the raven-haired male nor intends to know him outside of this place, Takara doesn't give his name or even address the question. As he opens the door he shoots a parting bit of advice to the other. "Some of that 'tastelessness' you referred to is about to happen here once I leave. Though I recommend you keep that opinion to yourself." Some of the other inmates wouldn't appreciate hearing their system to referred to in that way after all. With that leaves the gym and finishes up his day. Tomorrow he has a shift in the library and he's looking forward to it as a guard told him some new books might be coming in. That was the one bit of joy he truly allowed himself as reading has always been one of his greatest passions. With his thoughts on books and the future, the encounter in the gym is soon forgotten, and the next day is greeted with a slight smile as he's allowed out of his cell early to eat a quick breakfast before starting his shift. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
♠[Rin]♠ Posted September 23, 2018 Author Share Posted September 23, 2018 Leolin watched the whitette leave with an empty smile and no response, however as soon as the doors closed, the corners of his mouth sunk back down. He was only able to talk to Takara when he desired it? Those were brave words to say, then again, Leolin understood the idea of authority and strength in prison. He didn‘t really look like a threat, he must admit. The raven himself was quick to leave the gym. He spent the remaining time aimlessly walking the corridors, until he was sent back to his cell. The breakfast of the next day was somehow enjoyable. Or maybe he was getting used to the food. Usually, the body needed two to three days to get used to something new and that point of time he would soon reach. After breakfast, the raven went straight to the library. As soon as he entered it, the laminate floor brightened his vision. The walls were still grey, but the cook shelves were dark brown and the books themselves had various colours. Right next to the door was the information desk where one could borrow and return books, but he had none with him right now seeing as he had returned one yesterday evenening. Now - on the search for a new one - Leolin went into the literature section. There he looked for a specific name… Oscar Wilde. As soon as he found the author, he checked the titles available and was glad to see that they had the one he adored the most. Carefully, the Scot pulled out The Picture Of Dorian Gray and went to sit at a table where only one other inmate had taken place. It was one of the „elites“ and he was half-way surrounded by two piles of juristic books. Was he studying law? Not many, but still two handful of inmates bothered to study. They worked out, took shifts or even applied for a prison job. Rehabilation wasn‘t spelled in capitals in America, it would be rough to get back to a normal life. Many of those who swore to be good fell back to stealing out of frustration and despair. They couldn‘t be blamed, Leolin found. Silently, in order not to disturb the man next to him, the raven crossed his legs under the table and opened his book. However, he was only a few lines into reading when a familiar silhouette caught his eye. He looked up and spotted Takara, of all people. Upon mutual notice of each other‘s presence, he shot a smile at the whitette and waved briefly at him. So he took shifts here? How adorable! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
StainedCrimson Posted September 26, 2018 Share Posted September 26, 2018 Takara pauses when he sees the raven-haired mail, though gives a nod in return before continuing with the cart of new arrivals. He pauses by the other inmate who's studying and sets a book down. "Here, this is the book I was talking about. I managed to get it on the list some time back and it finally came in." He grins and the other picks it up with a soft laugh. "Holy shit Dulhan. This could be just what I needed, I owe you one." Grinning the two bump fists before the one goes back to studying and he back to working. Having already gone through and picked out the books he wants to read, the rest are put away. This is a slower process than one might think as some shelves have to be completed shifted around to make room. Essentially this means that he spends most of his day reorganizing the jail's library to make room for the new books. While the library hadn't been bad before he got there and started working in it, the library has definitely grown and improved under his care. There are now books on philosophy, history, a more rounded fiction and non-fiction section, two bookcases of classic literature instead of two shelves, and even some hobby books for things like knitting, gardening, cooking and drawing. In other words it has become a mini-paradise for various inmates. Since he's having to move things around, Takara is able to work in the library for the whole day and leaves only for meals and two one hour breaks. One outside to get some sun and the other in the gym for exercise. Shortly after dinner he finishes and goes out to relax in the main area until it's time to return to his cell. Inwardly he starts wondering what the new raven-haired inmate is up to. I can't tell if it's like the blonde, or something else. Either way, it's a bit... disconcerting that two new people have approached me so quickly. Keeping his thoughts to himself he joins the others in watching whatever mindless crap is playing on the TV. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
♠[Rin]♠ Posted October 2, 2018 Author Share Posted October 2, 2018 Throughout the rest of the week it became noticably harder to avoid the dangerous people in the prison. The reason wasn‘t Leolin‘s demeanour but the fact that most of the newbies joined groups and imitated the tasteless behaviour of the elders. Everyone had to choose their spot sooner or later, however for some it was a decision made for them beforehand. For example, he had seen James hanging out with someone else than Takara and he hadn‘t looked exactly happy. Leolin was good at remembering certain people; it had been a strong, tall dark-skinned man with a bald head. Sharp, hazel eyes, trained body. It almost a clishé move to take a slender, blonde, pale male as a toy. He could see James move his glance towards Takara sometimes when the whitette was nearby, but he kept silent nonetheless. Probably everyone would after disappoing their crush mercilessly. Leolin targeted someone else this time. He had received a message from his boss informing that a former informant of one of their arch enemies was in the exact same prison. Apparently the man had thought that going to prison would save him from getting murdered one day and yes, Leolin had to admit that it had been a smooth move, but not anymore. The raven met in secret with one of the elite‘s „toy“. Apparenlty, such inmates were just called the „lower-ranking“, while the dominant men called themselves the higher-ranks. Titles usually meant nothing if they weren‘t strengthened by actions, but Leolin could swear that in prison it wasn‘t hard to prove something. The toy was a young, tall Italian-American with light blonde-brunette hair and brown eyes. He was on edge and also wary as he walked around the cornerto meet the raven in an empty spot of the corridor. His arms were defensively crossed over his chest and there was a hefty hickey on his neck right below the ear. „Hey.“ As he spoke, his voice was a little hoarse. „I really hope you are not going to kid me.“ „Don‘t worry about it, Gabriel.“ Leolin pushed himself away from the wall he had been leaning on until now and folded his hands behind his back. „Do you have it?“ „Yeah, here.“ Gabriel took another look behind his shoulder, as if he expected somebody to jump at them at any time. Then, he slid his hand into the pocket of his orange trousers and handed the noble a simple button. On the t-shirt every inmate had to wear a button with a small hook was located on the lower left side for when the inmates would be chained together, a chain could be easily fastened on the hooks. The hook was hardly noticable when wearing the top and also - as far as Leolin knew - hardly used anymore. It was an old-fashioned design from the early 30s as the prisons in America had been re-designed. Leolin took the button with the small hook attached to it into his pale hand and looked back up to the Italien who once more folded his arms in a defensive manner. „So? What now? Can you get rid of Melin?“ Melin was, as far as rumours told, the gang leader of the Russians. He was said to be utterly dangerous, ruthless and mean. And he had claimed Gabriel only a year ago, after killing the toy he had had before. Apparently, in the ten-year-span Melin had already been here, he had killed six lower-ranks in various ways. He had come here with a life-sentence already and no judge had approved to accuse him of several more murders yet, so he was easily slipping out of the death penalty‘s grip. „First, I need you to tell me a few things,“ Leolin said. „I seek information about someone calling himself Diablo.“ „Diablo?“ Gabriel narrowed his eyebrows. „That Mexican guy?“ „Correct.“ „There isn‘t much to tell. He keeps out of everyone‘s zone and stuff. He never really shows up to more than two meals too. I‘ve never talked to him. Melin neither.“ „Do you know what he usually does then?“ „He‘s often seen in the library. I think it was the IT section. Can we get back to Melin now?“ „Of course.“ Leolin hid the button in his pocket. „Don‘t worry at all. I will keep it subtle.“ „Look.“ Gabriel took a step forward, intruding the raven‘s private bubble, but not in order to threaten him, on the contrary, he was still scared to be heard. He lowered his voice, as he continued. „I don‘t care what you do. You said you could help me and I am taking your words as gospel. You don‘t really looklike someone who could fight a fucking Russian towser who drinks vodka for breakfast to death, but you are my last chance, and I am fairly despearate at this point. He has already choked me until I lost consciousness once, he twisted my ankle and he broke three of my fingers half a year ago one after another. I don‘t have a life-sentence, I am leaving this place as soon as possible.“ „I understand. Don‘t worry about a thing.“ „Okay…“ Gabriel took a deep breath and closed his eyes for a moment, apparently to calm himself down. Listing up all those things had caused his hands to tremble and he was visibly trying to prevent a panick attack. „I am leaving. Good luck.“ With those words, the Italien turned around and was as quickly gone as he had appeared. Leolin exhaled through his nose and glanced down to his pocket. Now that he would be after Melin and Diablo, he wouldn‘t have much time for Takara anymore, but there was one more opportunity to unnerve his puppy. - - - Leolin wasn‘t a coward, that was for sure. It was a necessity for his job and aside from that, he had always easily walked into dangerous zones. Conscience wasn‘t written in capitals in his heart, but neither was ‚survival-instinct‘. There had been countless moments in which he could have lost his life and maybe the plan he had worked out for Diablo and Melin was just another chance to die. However, before that, the raven had to kill some time and he chose to pay his puppy a small visit. Takara didn‘t feel like talking to him, which was fine, because his patience was strong. It was dinner time. Leolin had chosen to skip most of that and only appear around the end. He didn‘t even bother to get a try, instead he walked straight up to the elite table. Next to Takara, he came to a halt, and he didn‘t pay attention to the eyes watching him attentively, as he spoke. „Please excuse this disturbance, but I was told that this…“ He fished the button out of his pocket and set it down on the table next to Takara‘s tray. „Is yours.“ He had strictly commanded Gabriel to take the whitette‘s and apparently he had just cut it off while the Japanese-American had been in the showers after his workout. Leolin flashed the whitette a cheshire cat-like grin. Now that James had someone else and the other newbies were slowly but surely joining groups, nobody but Leolin remained to bother Takara for attention. So far, everyone was going well. The other just had to finally react to his actions. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
StainedCrimson Posted October 8, 2018 Share Posted October 8, 2018 Takara is naturally aware of various going ons at the jail, though by no means all of it as he is just a man with very human companions. Still, between his own observations and words that reach him it isn't hard to see how the "fresh meat" had either been claimed, carved out their own bit of reputation, or clung to someone within the prison for protection (guard or inmate). It's due to that that the white-haired Japanese isn't surprised by James' end result. Part of him feels for the blonde, but he had warned the other as well. Thankfully the blonde wasn't scooped up by Melin who Takara has actually bumped heads against a few times. The man is flat out repulsive to him, and thankfully most others agree even if they don't do anything beyond keep one eye on him while staying out of each other's way. Perhaps what interests him and also makes him wary, is how the raven-haired male has managed to avoid being pulled in to the jail culture and hasn't been trailing Takara as often. When the hook on his outfit is cut off, he has a suspicion as to who's behind it. Frowning at the memory of finding his uniform messed with, he shakes his head. Is it really so hard to just go up to someone when they're not busy to try and talk to them? The only reason he hadn't pursued the issue is due to comments of seeing Milen's most current toy in the shower room. When Leolin walks up to him and drops the hook on the table he lets out a soft sigh and leans back slightly to look at the other. "If you wanted a souvenir or to talk to me that badly, you could have done so without sending someone to ruin my uniform." He comments in low tone while idly spinning the item between his fingers. Not that he has proof, of course, more or less just a hunch and wants to see how the other responds. "Or approached me when I wasn't busy. It's easy enough to find out that I don't like to be interrupted when trying to get a quiet moment or when I'm working." Which is true enough. Milen actually had been on the receiving end of Takara's irritation in both situations. The first happened much like Leolin coming in the gym when Takara was going through his forms, except Melin had been stupid enough to not only talk trash to the whitette but had gone so far as to try and touch him. Takara still isn't clear whether it had been meant to be a push or a punch, but either way he'd floored the other and nearly broke the man's elbow. The other time Melin had tried to fuck, and nearly kill, his toy at the time in the library. Well, needless to say that encounter had left Takara with a solid reputation as the man was stuck in the infirmary for roughly a week and his toy had been sent off to another prison. Or sent off somewhere. Takara hadn't looked into it as he hadn't really cared once the matter had been settled. Returning to the present, his gaze returns to the dark haired male standing by his table. "So the question now is, just what is it you want from me? You haven't been trying to get my attention this whole time for nothing." Naturally everyone around them is listening in, but they're ignored as Takara keeps his eyes and attention on Leolin. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
♠[Rin]♠ Posted October 18, 2018 Author Share Posted October 18, 2018 Hazel eyes watched the whitette roll the button in between his fingers as he knew exactly what was going on. He even worded it out too, though in a quite low tone for almost nobody to hear. Leolin just smiled. „I was given it, that‘s all,“ he told the half-truth. Takara turned to him now entirely and he could feel the other‘s attention fully on him. That was a first. It was a shame that he would have to neglect his puppy. „When you aren‘t busy? I apologize for my intrusiveness, it‘s a very bad habit of mine,“ he added with a low chuckle. Of course, in his eyes, there was no being busy if he was around. People were to listen and watch when he entered the room, though this was prison and it was still a little hard to keep his mouth shut about everything going wrong here. He hadn‘t expected much and he was still let down. Lack of respect, of manners, of culture. It was like a completely different civilisation here. Leolin listened closely to Takara‘s words and kept his eyes on him the entire time. He didn‘t look nervous or troubled at all, given that they were being watched by the other inmates sitting on the table. He didn‘t even see those as euqal, they were just dirt on the roadside. Nobody in here was worth it to look at or talk to, except for his pet. „Hmmm… What would I want from a rarity such as you?“ he spoke with his soft voice, however it didn‘t mach the smile on his lips. It was that kind of smile one gave their house pet knowing that they would never understand whatever they were told. A cat would cuddle for food and a dog would do tricks but telling them the real meaning of togetherness would never work out and accepting their companion‘s lower intelligence level was the only way to move on for pet owners. „Many things, I‘d say, though the most important one of those is unfortunately not fitted for more than four ears to be listened to.“ He wasn‘t going to tell Takara about his plan yet, of course, because first of all they needed a bond. He couldn‘t just get someone out of prison whom he couldn‘t trust. „That being said, please enjoy your meal,“ Leolin went on. „I would hate to be the reason for it to get cold.“ Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
StainedCrimson Posted October 19, 2018 Share Posted October 19, 2018 Takara frowns slightly at the way Leolin responds. The tone and expression don't sit well with the taller male, and his gut is telling him to keep an eye on the other. Not out of concern or compassion. No. It is the same way that the others keep an eye on Melin or some of the sociopaths that come through. Something about him isn't quite... right. He thinks to himself while keeping a flat expression. When the dark haired inmate finishes, even the words raise a red flag for the more seasoned inmate. While he can't imagine why he would be singled out for anything, one thing is clear to him. Leolin has a plan and it involves him. Deciding that it be best to keep tabs on the other for a time, he gives a rolling shrug. "I suppose. Though you have no idea if four ears are better than none at all." For him it isn't worth getting caught up in some grand scheme or plot when his time is almost up. Freedom from jail is close and after that the whitette already has ideas of what to do. Oh, nothing grand. He has just toyed with the idea of opening a kind of support and connection center for those like him, or else going off to his family's homeland and joining a temple or something. Some way to essentially live a quiet life while doing some good. Returning to the present, he raises an eyebrow at the other's comment regarding his food. "Hot or cold, there is very little difference in how it tastes." He states flatly but sighs and nods while waving a hand. "If there's nothing else, then I'm sure there's something else you need to do besides watch me eat." Having returned to face the table, he glances back at Leolin with his eyebrow raised once more. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
♠[Rin]♠ Posted October 22, 2018 Author Share Posted October 22, 2018 His puppy had a point. Leolin couldn‘t wait to get out of here, eating acceptable food, wearing acceptable clothes, sleeping in an acceptable bed and being surrounded by somewhat acceptable people again. Did he feel sorry for having chosen Takara‘s future? Not really. Besides, rehabilitation was worth nothing in America. The government wouldn‘t move a finger to help an ex-criminal build up a good life. Given that God didn‘t exist, doing penance would be a huge waste of time at any Christian facility. Though Leolin understood that materalistic value meant little to his puppy, he was certain that the need of money would hit him heftily the moment he would leave this prison. Humans couldn‘t just live with little things when there was were greater ones out there, it was in their nature. Takara might be playing the nice guy because he felt regret, however the realisation of the real world would be bitter. Five years in prison could do many things to a person, including the illusion that it might not be so hard to get back into society. „Well then, enjoy your meal regardless,“ Leolin answered and turned around to leave the cafeteria. It took him almost two days in total to finish a plan to get rid of Melin and Diablo at the same time. He had to wander the accessable areas of the prison to get a visual idea of available places and what the corridor net looked like. Of course he needed a little advantage and tool to help him staying out of trouble. Nobody should actually see him murdering two inmates, after all. There, his hawk came in handy. It wasn‘t like smuggling was impossible, but it was even easier if a bird flew up to your cell window and handed you a specific item, which turned out to be an arrow of the size of a palm. It had to happen quick because of the daily cell control. Now, Diablo was a rather neutral person, but Melin was aggressive and stupid. It was easy to fool a few people into letting him know that Diablo was provoking a fight, and knowing the Italian, he would be somewhere by himself… Throughout the night, the beat-up Diablo and the unconscious Melin were kept in the infirmary. However, in the morning, when a guard checked on them, the cadaveric rigidity had already occupied the bodies. The news spread silently, given that Diablo had been quite unknown and Melin a much-hated man. So, it was a rather good morning. Leolin felt like there was much less pressure on his shoulders, or maybe it had just been the frustration of behing in this building which he had put into the murder. The first person who had been to notice Melin‘s death was of course said man‘s toy. Gabriel appeared in the corridor when Leolin chose to skip breakfast and was on his way to the library. He halted the moment the other stood in front of him and gave him a faint smile. „Good morning.“ „I won‘t ask questions, don‘t worry,“ Gabriel instantly said. He looked as anxious and nervous as always with his arms crossed and his shoulders slightly up. „But thank you. Take care. I‘ve heard some of the higher-rankings are onto you.“ „Don‘t worry about me.“ „I won‘t. And I will probably never talk to you again. I‘ve heard you have a life-sentence, but have a good life nonetheless.“ With those bitter words, Gabriel passed the Scot by. Leolin listened to the footsteps until they disappeared and silence once more filled the lonely corridor. People were still onto him? Honestly, he had relied on their forgetfulness. How were they able to tell who was alone and who wasn‘t? This place was like a zoo. But oh well, it was time to hide in the library again then. Now that Melin‘s death might trigger some people‘s wariness, he was better off staying in the shadows. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
StainedCrimson Posted October 27, 2018 Share Posted October 27, 2018 Keeping his face calm so as to not betray his own feelings and thoughts, he once more picks up his conversations with the other "lords". This time around however, he indirectly encourages the conversation on the raven-haired inmate and odd behaviors. While the overall atmosphere seems like the typical loud joking and both blatant as well as subtle crude remarks, the underlying mood is one of suspicion and curiosity. Without having offered much in way of conversation himself, mostly commenting on how Leolin has appeared in odd times or places to talk with him, and naturally they heard the whole conversation between the two just moments ago, it is an unspoken agreement that the oddity is one to be kept an eye on. The decision from the dinner a few days ago solidifies when two inmates mysteriously die and Leolin is still unfettered in terms of alliance or standing. The former would have been acceptable had the raven-haired male done something to lay claim to it, but having done little more than drift through and avoiding all the jail politics has more and more inmates on edge. Just as the other thought, laying low is about the best option for him right now other than finding a way into solitary confinement as increased tensions means that soon it will need to be released in some way. When Leolin enters the library Takara is already there dealing with books that have been returned, putting books away, and straightening the shelves. Seeing the other slip in the whitette taps a finger on a book he's holding for a moment before putting it away. After some time, he goes by the other and sets down an older edition of the book he'd seen the smaller male looking at last time. "Perhaps you can also appreciate this edition as well." Leaving, Takara leaves it to the other to find the words of caution within the book. While the words of caution aren't from him, the warning of telling the other to try to blend in more or else spend time in confinement until things blow over is one he agrees with. Though he would much prefer to avoid the trouble brings altogether. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
♠[Rin]♠ Posted October 28, 2018 Author Share Posted October 28, 2018 The „words of caution“ hidden in the book he had been handed by Takara were taking seriously be the noble. It was a threat for sure, though he was certain that not only his pet but a whole group was behind it. Now the problem with groups was that with every additional person, his own chance of defending himself decreased exponentionally. That was an equation he couldn‘t put another x to because there was nothing he could use against more than one person. His hawk was even less of a help in that case. If he was to kill someone else, Takara would definitely know. He hadn‘t chosen the other as his pet because he was dumb, after all. For the next few days it felt like pairs of eyes were constantly on him, no matter how little he showed up for the meals. Turning around in the corridor on his way to his cell only revealed an empty, lonely space. Was he getting paranoid? He doubted that. He had heard rumours about prison‘s force, however he had indeed hoped that his presence as a single individual would just drown among all the others, the facility wasn‘t so big after all. However, the time came where he underestimated his invisibility and overestimated his plan to stay out of everyone‘s eyes. It was a normal Tuesday evening, the library closed around 7 PM and there was one hour left to go to his cell and three hours until light-out. The moment he stepped out into the cold corridor, his heart started to pound against his chest as his instincts alarmed him. Though he gazed over his shoulder, there was nobody, though he didn‘t make it much farther: The moment he turned the corner, a strong hand gripped him by the arm and before he knew it, he was pushed against one of the grey, dirty walls. A man towered over him, somone he could identify as the more silent guy at Takara‘s table in the cafeteria. Until this time, he hadn‘t even heard his voice. „Look who we have here. The one who thought he could get away.“ It was husky, dark and rough. Leolin felt disgust just by the simple touch around his arm and he glared up to the other inmate, which left the man as unimpressed as he could be. „You are not so bad to look at, now that I can see you clearly. We haven‘t had British fresh meat for years.“ Leolin clicked his tongue in an annoyed manner. „Leave me alone. You smell.“ The punch that followed left a gruesome pain on his cheekbone, which spread to this back teeth and numbed his upper lip for a moment. The raven‘s body followed the impact‘s force to the side, however the man was quick to pull him back up and ram him into the wall once more, this time with his free hand around the smaller one‘s neck. Leolin gritted his teeth out of reflex and death lay in his hazel eyes. The applied pressure on his throat made it hard to react in time, he could feel his heartbeat getting louder in his head. Adrenaline shot through his veins, futile however. There was no way that he could fight a beast like that without help. Had he missed something in his equation? „Listen, you little shit, if you haven‘t noticed yet, we are the bosses here,“ the man growled into his face, leaning down to the Scot. „And more importantly, you are done for. I was going to give you a choice, but you are quite stubborn.“ He shoved Leolin to the side with a force strong enough to send him to the ground, where a kick in the guts followed. Hissing in pain, the raven held his stomach and supported himself with one of his elbows. It was a good thing that he had skipped dinner because otherwise it would have had a come-back right now. He tried to even his breath, which turned out to be a little problematic, and still the other inmate wasn‘t done. As shock left him a little paralyzed, the man stepped on his hand. Leolin tensed up completely to endure the pain, bit his bottom lip to keep the noise of hurt in his throat and gripped the other‘s foot automatically, as if it would bring him anything to pull on it. The man slid his hands into the pockets of his trousers and spit on the ground right next to the raven. „That‘s how we teach lessons here, hope you liked the show. I‘d just take you right here and right now, but I have something to take care of first, so I‘ll get back to you some time later. If you try to run, well, you better not.“ With those cold words he rubbed his sole on the knuckles of the Scot before finally removing his foot. He turned around without another glimpse back and was gone as fast as he had appeared. Growling, Leolin pushed himself into a sitting position. He checked his hand for serious injuries, though it seemed that only the back of his hand showed scratches and torn skin pieces while everything else was still intact. A sigh of relief passed his lips without him controlling it. What a bastard. What a nuisance. What a great reason to send someone to assassinate that exact person he had just gotten to know. „…whatever.“ He was fine now. The adrenaline slowly dissolved and his muscles relaxed. Leolin dragged himself back on his feet and he was aware that worse could have happened indeed. He could have a broken hand as well. Maybe it had been the inmate‘s intention not to hurt him that much, and maybe he had just been lucky. The latter messed a little with his mind because a severe wound such as broken bones would only delay his break-out and his boss would be highly unhappy about that. As Leolin awoke the next day and hesitatingly looked into the mirror above the small sink in his cell, he couldn‘t help but lift his right hand to his left cheekbone. Red and purple had spread lightly there like the branches of a tree. It didn‘t follow up to his eye, which at least saved him from a shiner, but still. His grudge against the other inmate was growing with every second in this exact moment and sadly he was a very revengeful person. As he grabbed his toothbrush, he noticed the red spots on his left hand‘s knuckles. The scratches looked way worse now and were also surrounded by a pastel red. He drummed his fingers in the air and could feel pain arising from the action, which added to his anger and frustration. Leolin showed up to breakfast on that day because he knew that he needed the energy that food would give him. It wasn‘t particuarily good food, though it was still somewhat nutritious. He avoided eye-contact completely with the whole elite tables and was quick to finish most of his meal before he chose to return to the library. The corridor was fuller now, thankfully, with many inmates passing him by walking in pairs, chatting and laughing. Entering the library always filled him with some kind of strange satisfaction. It was warmer in here, more comfortable and of course quiet. Barely anyone came here this early, especially because breakfast was still going for an hour. Instead of the bookshelves, Leolin walked up to one of the latticed windows. Dark clouds were blocking the sunlight, raindrops were dirtying the inner yard and far in the distance he could see a lightning. It took a few seconds to hear a loud thunder roaming the area afterwards. Hah, what a fitting weather for the situation he was in. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
StainedCrimson Posted October 30, 2018 Share Posted October 30, 2018 Naturally Takara heard about Leolin's encounter after it happened, the other elite's love little more than to gossip or brag to one another. Hearing about how the raven had been cornered and supposedly intimidated, he can't help but wonder if that is true and decides to say such. "It doesn't sound as though he caved or agreed, so I would be cautious. He might go running to someone else now just to spite you." He comments idly with a raised eyebrow and a small smile. The others chuckle and join in on the minor ribbing. The next day has Takara at the library, but the later shift so he goes to exercise a bit before breakfast. Come meal time he notices the blatant refusal of the lone inmate to so much as look at the elites' table. "Seems your plan backfired. He doesn't seem interested at all." He comments while eating his food before going to get cleaned up and take care of some things before heading to the library. Soon enough he's there and quickly spots Leolin. For a time he just ignores the other, letting him sit and stew or preoccupy himself with books. Eventually he sits across from the raven-haired male and tilts his head, one hand on the cart. "It appears as though you've gotten yourself cornered. Perhaps it's time that you accept defeat in terms of the way things work here. No matter how distasteful you personally find it." After looking silently at the other for a few moments, Takara speaks again. "If you do decide that you're going to try and survive here by acclimating, your best chance is to go with one of us considered the elite." He raises an eyebrow. "It's been said you've been approached by one already, but if you have a preference among us then you'd best act quickly. You'll be protected very soon regardless." Having passed along his indirect offer to help, or at least advice, he gets up and continues on with his cart to put back the books and other tasks. At this point Takara considers his portion done and it will be up to the other to take act on what has been offered, or perhaps to not act as may be the case. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
♠[Rin]♠ Posted November 12, 2018 Author Share Posted November 12, 2018 It didn‘t take Leolin long to notice Takara working in the library. By that time he had already grabbed a book, sat down and started reading. And though he had an eye on the other inmate, it was obvious that he was being ignored for the time being. Accepting this, the raven turned his attention back to the roman and rested his head on his palm, his hazel eyes following the lines steadily. Maybe his puppy wasn‘t a good pet at all, but there was hardly a way to make him understand. However, in the exact moment he thought that, the chair across from him was pulled back and a weight was added onto it. Leolin‘s glimpse rose upon hearing the whitette‘s voice. What was that? An advice? No. He could see the hints even if the other‘s facial expression was pretty much lacking emotions. At first, the noble didn‘t answer, his eyes just followed the taller male as said stood up to continue his work at the shelves behind, until his gaze fell back down to the book, though he wasn‘t reading. It was more like a stare, given he was deep in thought. Was it worth it? Was there no way to escape this? Hardly. He had to be honest with himself because lies mostly brought people into their graves. His left hand‘s thumb applied pressure on the book‘s page and he could feel the pain in his knuckles. Of course he knew exactly what would happen to him if he didn‘t comply the system, and everyone else knew that he knew. He had driven himself into something really ugly. His pride was bigger than his own height, which had turned out to be problematic and he couldn‘t blame anyone but himself. Still, he waited, at least until he was done with this and a second book, thinking the possibilites over. Sticking to his puppy would also be a perfect chance to get to know him better, after all he would take him with him soon. Reality hit him when Takara‘s shift went to an end. The library was close to closing time and barely anyone was still here. Leolin put the book back into the shelf and looked around until he spotted a mob of white hair near the entrance. He couldn‘t call him by his name, given that his puppy hadn‘t given that information away yet. It didn‘t really matter but it was a question of respect not to spill somebody else‘s personal information. Approaching the taller male, Leolin purposely stood in between him and the entrance, which was, to be honest, a bad habit. „Collie - oh wait, that wasn‘t your nickname, was it?“ Tapping his chin in a faked thoughtful manner, he shrugged his shoulders and then folded his hands behind his back. „However, I‘d like to return to your offer. You are right, I should comply, and my preference would be you. What do you say?“ Yielding a point to somebody wasn‘t his favourite thing to do, however he wasn‘t a liar either. I am so sorry for the late reply, I must have missed the notification and only just now noticed that you had already replied! ^^' Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
StainedCrimson Posted November 14, 2018 Share Posted November 14, 2018 Takara stops and raises an eyebrow at the other while letting out an inaudible sigh. How tiresome. He thinks to himself tiredly watching the other's behavior, not really hearing the words being said to him. It honestly amazes the larger male how the other has managed to get by this long without ending up in the medical bay or dead. With an internal sigh he finally refocuses on the other. Humming noncommittally, he tas a finger against his thing before leaning down to look the other in the eye. "Fine. However, this will be your only warning. If you can't at least pretend to know the names I go by in here, then my protection will end as publicly as it will start." Blinking slowly, he maintains eye contact while tilting his head to one side completely nonplussed by what he says next. "That will be directly a result of having gotten yourself into this situation, so now you'll have to tolerate the only way this will be taken as truth and have merit." Straightening up he looks at the ceiling thoughtfully. "Well, as much as truth goes for around here I suppose." Looking back at the other for a long moment, he shakes his head once before moving past the raven-haired male. "Come to the table at breakfast time. If anyone tries anything before then, just let them know Dulhan is hunting." It's a code rarely used, just like that particular nickname, but it's enough to have everyone wait and see what Takara intends before making any moves. With that, he goes to shower and get some sleep. Morning sees the white-haired male at his usual table and showing nothing amiss, though there seems to be some sense of excitement or tension in the air. Whether or not Leolin does as he's told will impact whether or not he gains the protection he has asked for, albeit begrudgingly. Upon the other approaching the table, Takara slowly looks at the other male. "Yes?" For this to work, and have everyone else back off, the smaller male is going to have to ask Takara to accept him and then be taken publicly to seal the deal. Otherwise it will be considered the other just trying to play two elites which will cause him to be targeted by other smaller fish, though they have greater numbers and will act as such. No worries. Just glad to figure out what had happened haha. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
♠[Rin]♠ Posted November 14, 2018 Author Share Posted November 14, 2018 As he heard the threat within Takara‘s words, the raven‘s mouth corners curled up into the usual smile he wore. He was immune to threats, though he knew that his puppy meant it. Not only respect but also obedience was a highly recommended thing here, obviously, and his pet proved to be just like Leolin himself when it came to that. The real question was whether that tendency had always been part of his personality or whether prison had made him this way. He understood the idea of deep respect here, after all the inmates didn‘t have anything but that and slipping down the ranks was a no-go. So, even if Takara was different as a person, he would still act like the boss of the world to maintain his reputation and position as an elite. „Understood.“ The word was dark and empty, but he at least said that, even if his puppy hadn‘t even demanded an answer. The moment the whitette had left the library, the tension left the room as well. Leolin‘s hands fell back forward to his sides and his grin faded away. He walked up to one of the windows, watching the storm that was still raging outside. Among the natural chaos he could see the silhouette of a hawk in the distance in a niche of the prison walls. Now, tolerance had never been a part of Leolin. He strictly found that nobody - regardless of their status or title - deserved more nor less than the average person. If specific people, on the other hand, behaved wrongly in his eyes, then he would make even worse things happen to them without a trait of conscience. Minor mistakes could happen? Sure. But third chances? No. Work was work, period. The night went by in poor lengthiness. He couldn‘t sleep at all. Throughout hours Leolin had rolled around in bed, he had even tried to sleep on his belly, very well knowing that he wouldn‘t be able to breathe. At some point during the night he finally fell asleep out of exhaustion, however he was reminded quickly about the few hours of sleep he had gotten in the moment the guards woke the entire sector. His eyelids were heavy and his muscles felt limp. Only with effort, Leolin dragged himself up. The usual pain he had been feeling ever since sleeping in this bed shot through his back and also reminded him of the situation he had pushed himself into. Was Takara worth it? Yes. Would he make an appointment at a masseur? Also yes. Would he book a table in a five-star hotel with restaurant after this? Capital yes. Leolin brushed his teeth and combed his hair, though when he looked back into the mirror he still looked worn-out. Too worn-out. He didn‘t want to let everyone know, really. Thus, the smaller one went to the shower room and briefly stood in hot water to make the tension go away. He washed his hair and body and proceeded to re-comb his hair, once he was back in his cell. Checking his appearance in the mirror, he looked much more awake and presentable. Did his puppy‘s demand still tear on his pride? Haha, yes. Now, it wasn‘t like he couldn‘t bow his head to anyone, after all he worked for someone, but seeing as he had put Takara on a rank below himself, the realisation hit him ice-coldly that the whitette was indeed also of demanding and dominant nature. Whatever. Bathing in self-pity wouldn‘t work. Leolin entered the cafeteria without the intention to eat, however he knew that if he appeared without a tray, it might just look pretended. Thus, the Scot got himself a tray with a tasteless fruit salad, a yogurt and an Earl Grey tea. With that in his hands, he walked over to the elite table, however his eyes steadily remained on Takara. As a business man he knew that interaction started with mere eye-contact and if he interacted with the other elites or, for example, the one who had „approached“ him the other day, it might raise unwelcomed attention. „Good morning, Jewels. May I briefly interrupt your meal?“ As soon as his puppy had positively answered, he went on with a smile. „I was going to ask if you would accept me as your partner in the sense of the on-going protection system.“ He wasn‘t exactly sure how people usually did this. He had asked a few of the „lower-ranking“ inmates, however he was neither interested in speaking smuttily nor in calling himself a toy. He was pretty sure everyone knew what he meant. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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