A new cell and new face (Tag:Megara)

Cillian nodded. "That is very nice to hear you tried to get her back with her brother. Who was she?" he wondered..Hoping not the dark skinned woman Gaston seemed to have something with. He disliked the way she had been displaying herself. Not to mention the asian female who took off all her clothes. They were really a disgrace to watch. And the blonde female with the redhead. They had disappointed him too. He had liked the redhead because she was staying in the background minding her own business. The ones displaying their body like some girls had. Showed they had no respect for themselves.

"She actually didn't display herself in a...well, a disrespectful manner. She's a blonde girl. Very fair skinned. If you passed her on the street, you would never even think she could be a criminal in the slightest. Have you met Cale? He's also blonde, tattoo on his arm. That's her brother." Meg stretched her legs out over the side of the bed, playfully swinging her feet over the edge.

"Well there was not much to hide behind the white clothing you got. Atleast we got black trousers to hide a little bit.." The blonde man...the one who kept a distance from the others? Maybe. He had to see him again to be able to reconize the male. "I stopped watching after a while though. My room mate did enjoy it but..for me it was a little bit too much of a desperate display...I voted for one of the calmer girls."

Meg laughed and shrugged her shoulders. "Yeah, you got lucky. But the best way to deal with it is to pretend it doesn't bother you and not care. That's how I got through it. I just sat in one spot and didn't move."

Cillian snickered. "I have more respect for that than for pornstars." he shook his head. "I am very glad that I am roomed with you. You are a very nice person." He said with a smile and a nod. It was true. She was a very nice girl. Very polite. And ...everything was better than gaston.

Meg giggled to herself. "You are too." She stretched out her hand for a handshake. "I never gave you a formal introduction. Suppose now is better than never." She was comfortable with Cillian. He seemed like the older brother or father type figure. Odette had already seemed to feel like a sister before they were forced to change cells. Maybe something like that would happen with him.

Cillian smirked. He took her hand. Placing a gentle kiss on it. Her hand was very soft. He let go of it moving back. "We are in a prison Megara. A formal introduction is not very common in here." He said as he snickered. "But I am sure the worst people here are the guards and the warden." Cillian said with a slight frown. Most guards would think they were mindless beasts. They had not seen reality.

Meg felt her face blush when Cillian kissed her hand and forced herself to look away to recollect herself. "I suppose that is true. I've never met a man like the warden who could do such cruel things...but I fear there is worse to come." She frowned slightly and averted her gaze back to the floor.

Cillian nodded. "He is a smart guy though. I got to talk to him when I came here. Not to mention he has more hold of us than we do over ourselves. He drugs us and does whatever he likes. That is the problem." Cillian said as he looked at her. "You're blushing?" snickering. It looked so cute. He always treated ladies with respect if they deserved it.

Meg looked back up at him and couldn't stop her face from blushing even more. She tried to softly laugh and cover it up quickly. "R-really?" Her hand rose to feel her face, as if that could stop it,she thought. She felt like such an idiot. What girl reacts that way to just a kiss on the hand?

Cillian laughed. "I have never seen someone so red." His eyes made eye contact with hers. "Cute." He snickered looking down to the ground for a moment. "You must not be used to recieve a kiss on the hand?" It was a question. But he actually knew the answer. She had been on the streets. There were no gentlemen. Nobody who would treat her well. She was strong but she probably was never treated nicely. Shame.

Meg smiled and shook her head slightly. "No, not really...that's the first time actually. You never meet quality people out on the streets." She chuckled to herself and ran her fingers through her hair once again.

"You really deserved a better life than that." He sighed. As he looked at her. He took people off the street and sold them into labour. He prepared them for it. They would have a useful life. And not stay on the street. On the street there was no good to find. Drugs. Alcohol. Rape.

That demon child..ended up on the street.."Please Cillian".... She had begged...she had cried. His angel. His poor angel..eh..he was thinking too much of the past. Back to Megara.

Meg watched Cillian, curious to know what he was thinking. "So, Cillian, what was your life like, before prison of course." All she knew about him was how many places he had lived in.

Cillian blinked. "Busy. Always Busy. A business is hard to run. And I need to control everything so everday I would do a walkthrough. And than a check-up. Take my files and make sure everyone was were they need to be. If not I'd have to make sure they were. Plan meetings. Make sure the female and males were fed. Dressed and bathed. I had to organize trainings for the new ones. So in the end of the night I was tired. Hannah my sister in law she helped me." He spoke of his business as a proud man. "I miss it. But it is nice not having to do anything now. "

"Sounds like a hard life style. But I bet it was rewarding. If you dont mind me asking, what kind of business was it?" Meg was intrigued by Cillian. Did he work for a special home or just helped out the less fortunate? Not many men or women would make sure others are fed and clothed.

"I am a slaver. Pick people from the street. Just take in people. Train them. Bath them. Feed them and dress.them and sell them. To work for others. To do something productive in their lives." he explained. "Male, Female what ever the costumer wanted." Cillian stood up. He walk around the bed and sat next to her. Leaning against the wall aswell. "I delivered quality. No drugs to get them to work. Blood sweat and tears I tell you. No slave would leave my business unprepared for their future. They would get part of the money we got when we sold them to have them covered." Cillian sighed.

Meg was surprised to hear he was a slaver, but by the sound of it, he was actually helping them get a better life. "It sounds like you have always been a kind man." She smiled, surprised that his work didn't bother her as much as it should.

a kind man... that made him smirk. "I am glad to hear you think that way Megara." He said as he moved his head to the side to look at her. Absent minded he took a string of her hair and played with it. He glad he was in here. No worries. He only had to take care of himself and his cellmate. Cillian twirled the string of Megara her hair loosely around his finger. Before he let go of it. "Tell me about you Megara."

Meg smiled a little when Cillian played with her hair and leaned her head to the side to look at him as well. "Me? I'm not that special of a story. Orphaned as a child, surviving on the streets almost any way I could. The only reason I'm in this prison is because I had tried to take revenge..."

He smiled. "Not your story just about you. What your favorite color is. What type of food you like. Are you good at doing something? Singing? Acting? I do not want to hear what was hurtful for you. Don't tell me how your parents died. I don't want you to be reminded of sad memories.." He answered. Looking her into her eyes. The last thing he wanted was for her to be reminded of those sad things. Losing her parents was bad enough. He let his hand take a string of her hair again. "Tell me things that make you happy."

A soft smile came to her face and Meg looked into his eyes. "Things that make me happy huh? Hmm...no one has ever asked me that before. My favorite color would probably be purple. I don't think I have a favorite food..and as for any talents or anything, I sing a little, but not usually around other people. I'm not very good at it." She played with her hands as she spoke.

It was a shame nobody ever asked her. He let his hand go through her hair very gently. Cillian smirked. "Anything you would like to try out? Like things you never could have because you lived on the streets " she was still very young. And even though she lived on the streets she was very well mannered. Not something you often saw. There was potential in her. And Cillian could see it. He wanted to make her feel comfortable. Wanted her to feel safe around him and not feel like he was going to attack her any moment. She probably had felt that way all her life.

Meg laughed quietly. "I've always wanted to travel the world. There's so much out there and I've only seen one little bit of it. I want to see it all." She remembered playing maps and books of places around the world with her father as a child. He always promised her that when she was older, they could go wherever she wanted. The first place she picked was Greece. A sad look came into her eyes as she remembered. "But that's never going to happen. I have a feeling I'm never going to get out of this place."

Cillian gave her a sad smile. "I would have taken you to see the world if I knew you before." he let his hand gently caress her cheek. "I would show you my favorite places. Bring you Wherever you would want to go." He said looking into her eyes. He let his thumb caress he chin. "Would you have liked that?" Cillian asked as he looked into her eyes. He really felt bad for her. If he could have he would have showed her the world. If that were to be her wish.