A perfectly folded note was left on William Vayne's bunk, in his cell. When unfolded, it smelled faintly of aftershave, and the handwriting on it was impeccable. It almost looked fake, with it's swirls and fancy marks.
Please see your way to the Warden's Office as soon as you receive this.
There was no signature, or time frame. That was all it said; save for the back of the paper, which had faded writing that looked terribly old, and somewhat unintelligable to someone who did not read Latin.
Entering the Warden's Office would be simple; the door was open, and someone was clearly sitting in the Warden's chair, turned away from the door. It would be easy enough to assume the only person that had the authority to sit there was the Warden himself.
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Please note this is backdated to before any zone 3 or 4 prompts, as all base events are!
Posted: Thu Oct 01, 2015 6:33 pm
Vayne's lips quirked at the note he got. The warden watched some time with him hnn... He cleaned himself up and headed to the office, trying hard not to whistle or something.
s**t.. this was the warden he was to see and the chances of this guy wanting to see him for anything other than critiquing him was so slim to absolutely nil.
His checked down at the piercings on his chest, which was bared since he had been working out before going back to his cell, the narrow line of studs running down his navel sparkled amid the water from his shower.
Seducing look... nah not Vayne... he would never do that...
The blond pushed back his hair and walked into the office stopping in the doorway. "Yo.. !"
The voice behind the chair was quite noticeably not the gruff undertones of the Warden.
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Posted: Thu Oct 01, 2015 7:22 pm
Vayne noticed this was not Boss... so who the heck was in this office, and why did they call him here? He shrugged a bit and pulled the door closed, stepping into the office. He wasn't weak he could fight someone off if they tried something, but who would be so foolish as to try it here in the office?
He stepped a bit farther into the office, running through an internal list of voices. He couldn't recall anyone that sounded like this speaking to him.
"Did you leave the note?" He spoke softly, arms crossing over his chest. That so didn't hide any of his piercings though.
When the door closed, the chair swiveled around to reveal the Warden's Assistant, lounging comfortably in the Warden's chair with his impeccable suit still flawless against him. His legs were crossed in a gentlemanly manner, and his hands were folded in front of him, touching only the tips of his fingers to one another. His pointer fingers pressed thoughtfully against his lips.
"Mind your tongue, you underdressed child." His tongue was not as smooth as his outfit, and there was nothing but venom spitting from his voice. "How dare you speak to me in such a manner. Have some respect - not that I should expect that from you, since you clearly have no respect for yourself, or your own body." But did Micky really expect much from these people? Clearly not, since he was there to commend him for his hard work, instead of cast him into the pits of hell himself.
He released his hands and waved them in the air, brushing off the cold snap of his previous words. "Regardless. You've done well at the Prison. This has been noticed. I've called you here to give you a promotion, but I find myself hesitant. Tell me, friend. are you a sinning man?"
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Character's name: Micky Norm Character's faction: Prison Character's journal link:here BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Warden's Assistant at Apple Minimum Security Prison. A religious fanatic. Stubborn, discourteous, never trusting, pessimistic, and unstable. Physical description: Pale skin, incredibly well kept brown hair, intense green eyes, scruff due to being in prison. Headshot and fullbody. Weapon: Giant wooden cross with the ends sharpened. You're welcome world.
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Posted: Thu Oct 01, 2015 8:28 pm
Vayne's jaw half dropped when he saw the strange man here, well not so strange but one he had never heard words from before. s**t.. so much for seeing Boss... that was a let down. He brushed one hand through his blond hair and took in the sight of the one before him. The man was certainly a bible thumper... one who would rejoice in the chance of condemning him to hell.
How to behave....?
Part of him wanted to just get the hell out of here as soon as possible... take the promotion and run....
The other.... oh that other part of him was insane... it wanted to screw with this guy.... mock flirt... heh... too bad that side always won.
He was not in the least attracted to the man before him, he was far too pale and... preppy, he liked people who had signs they could toss him on the ground and be dominating.. fight back... but this guy... made him feel... ick...
Still...
"Sinning man?" The words left his lips with a light clicking from the studs on his tongue, and a velvet purr intended to send shivers down the spine. His golden eyes warmed as he pulled himself into the act.
Leaning himself over the desk, his hair brushing down his cheeks as he bent forward to look at the man closer he sighed. "Ahh.. but that all depends on the sin you are asking about... we are all here for SOME sin aren't we? Law of man found us wanting.. but as for other sins.... hmm, I am sure I have fallen in some way... but what way do you think that could have been?"
Micky's clean, manicured hands slammed into the wood of the desk between them, as he rose up to meet the man, sneering with unforgiving disgust until he was close enough to pull his hand back and back slap him right across the face.
"I already know you're a sinning man." He hissed out at Vayne. "So let's make this quick, before I decide to send you to the good Lord to be judged sooner rather than later."
He straightened himself up, adjusted his tie, and pushed forward three items. A rolled up map, a can of gas, and some rusted keys.
"William Vayne, you have worked hard for the Prison District. I am therefore obliged to give you the title - and responsibilities - of a Lieutenant. You are now tasked with the goal of encouraging your fellow faction members and keeping them safe and occupied. Hopefully, you can fulfill these duties, since you have proven yourself as a hard worker already. As a reward for your efforts, you may choose one of these three items before you. When you do, you will immediately leave this office, and I will endeavor not to kill you where you stand."
Micky's thin lips broke into a very small, tight smile. "Congratulations."
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Damage to Vayne: 13 Micky's HP: 100/100
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Posted: Thu Oct 01, 2015 9:03 pm
A thin trickle of blood ran from Vayne's lips after the slap that caused his head to ring. HOLY s**t! That man was stronger than he had thought he would be. Somehow his self rightousness was enough to power him. The blond wiped his lips, blood smeering across the back of his hand.
When the sparks before his eyes finally faded, he managed to straighten out. "Heh... guess this is more than a temporary dismissal, but if I may ask... if you, yourself had not sinned, why are you here?"
SHUT UP VAYNE!
A voice in the back of his head screamed the words at him, a small mental figure waving its hands.
For once he listened and instead looked at the items on the table. He had keys... Gas could have a use, so could a map. Which to take...
Map.. a map is useful on foot, gas isn`t, it is a weight that would just slow him down.
He tapped the map with one finger of his bloody hand. "Sorry to have tainted your presence. I never claimed to be any good." He shrugged and waited to be handed the item.
"Sad really.. and we could have been friends..." AS IF!!??!!??
He wanted to fight back, but this guy would mop the floor with him, but maybe... He grit his teeth to keep from slapping him back... or rather punching him back. The Boss had said no fighting... not unless they went to the fight club...
"Heh, you want to fight.. we should do it in the proper location.. I am sure even you are not immune to Boss's rules."
There was a tenseness in his jaw as Vayne reminded him that even he was not immune to the warden's strict rules on fighting. He picked up the map, rolled it tighter between his hands, and handed it carefully over to the man. "Don't be ridiculous. I do not fight, nor did I sin. I follow the code of law that was given to me by the Holy Bible - not that of the government. They simply seemed to disagree with my methods."
As he spoke, he was slowly walking around the desk. His hand was on Vayne's elbow, and without realizing how smoothly he was moving, he'd led the man over to the door. Suddenly, they were at the exit, and Micky was letting go.
"Sinning is not the same thing as breaking the law. Do try to remember that, since exposing yourself like this is not against any laws, and yet." Micky's head was tilted up, staring down the line of his nose. "I feel a crime truly has been committed this day. Enjoy your map, and your new committment. I hope they both serve you well. Good bye."
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Posted: Fri Oct 02, 2015 4:10 am
Vayne took the map, and let himself be guided to the door, fighting a bemused laugh as the other man actually took hold of his arm. He did his best to keep silent as his half dressed state was again addressed.
Strange that it bothered this guy so much, nothing lewd was showing, unless one took note of the pale fade of hair down his navel leading to.... Hmm, could it be that this guy perhaps liked what he was seeing?
Vayne gave a soft sigh and turned slowly before the door shut and he lost his chance at this last move.
He lunged carefully into a light embrace. "Thank you for caring..". He said in a fau sad tone that he tried to make sound honest. He had to at least once make full body contact with this prude.
