Cillian Norewood

Korso had gotten into this by now, enjoying the feeling of trying out his new toys. However, this was just browsing the catalouge, he couldn't wait to let the real games begin.
Porter had just left before they brought in a new one, this one quite the opposite. He quickly browsed his file once more, and without looking up from his papers he spoke to the man.
"Have a seat, will you?" He enjoyed being pleasant at this stage, giving them some small hope that he was kind almost. He loved seeing their ignorant faces, reading every emotion and thought, and just waiting for the day when he'd be able to manipulate and use that in his own twisted games. Yes, this would be fun.

Cillian sat down. Looking at the man. "Nice to meet you too. The name is Cillian Norewood. Though I supose you know that. " He said with a slight sarcastic edge. As he sat back in his chair. The man seemed around his age. Probably the boss? He could not believe a twenty year old would run this prison. It was well guarded. Cillian Smirked.

"So you want me to confess my sins? Or want me to beg for my release?" He asked. His voice serious though. Cillian was not expecting to get out any time soon. They had not yet told him how many years he would stay here. So he suposed it would not be soon. Well he had spent his forthy two years good.

"Actually, I'm the one who have things to tell. I don't mind if you shut up," he said, but it wasn't completely true. Every word the man spoke let him know something more about him. However, so did his bodylanguage and his reactions, so either way he would get what he needed from him.
"Your prisoner number will be O97599. You will need to remember that for future reference, it will be used quite a lot." He looked up from the man's file to see how he would react to his statements.

"How did you know number nine was my favorite?" He said sarcastically. "It is alright. Do I need to know anything else? Your name? " He suggested. As he leaned forward. Looking at the man. He was curious how bad his cell would be. How hard would it be in Prison? "How do you treat your prisoners?" He asked now truly curious. As he leaned back again. "How many do you have here? You got many rapists? Drug users?" Cillian raised his eyebrow.

Korso smiled, this one was clever. He knew what mattered, and weren't too proud to ask about it.
"My name is of no concern to you, but if you must know I am Korso. And the way we treat our prisoners... are mostly up to our prisoners. You behave now and do as you're told and you will find that it will benefit you greatly." Of course, he would never let him go completely unharmed, but it was still true. If he decided to misbehave, he could easily harm him far worse than any of the other prisoners.
"We have a few, I am sure you will find out for yourself soon enough."

Cillian nodded. "Korso. I shall have to remember that. Are you the boss here?" He asked as he looked at the files on his desks. Trying to count some of them. "Are male and female treated equally here? When they misbehave?"

"Yes, I'm the warden here, and you don't have to worry, both sexes are thouroughly punished should it come to that. Korso grinned to himself. If only this man had any inkling of what punishments he had in mind.
"You will be confined to cell C4. You will have half a meal a day to share with your roommate. I hope this is sufficient," he said, and looked up at him to watch his reaction.

Cillian nodded again. "What kind of meal? I don't supose we get any luxe meals. Like just some bread?" He was not expecting much luxery. More expecting the worst. He would missed his cigar though. Cillian was not a huge smoker. But a cigar from time to time. It would make all the stress go away. Though maybe it was a good idea that he was not able to smoke now. Cigars and such were as much a drug as cocaine. He had never liked smoking but after his wife had...

Cillian cleared his throat. "Who is going to be my room mate? Am I going to get more Room mates, Or just one?" He asked again.

"Bread and water," he answered blunt and honest.
"You will be transferred quite a lot between rooms, so your roommates will change from time to time. I suggest you don't grow too fond of any of them, or you might end up missing them terribly." Korso smiled, but there was a hidden message behind his words.

Cillian chuckled. He sold slaves. What did Korso expect of him? Cillian could not miss every slave he sold. Hannah would have troubles with that from time to time. But he himself. Nah. Besides there were probably allot of prisoners he'd rather not meet at all. "I don't think I will miss any of them." He smirked.

"I am sure allot deny their crimes. Or they yell at you."

"You'd be surprised how easy it can become to want a friend in a place like this," he said under his breathe, but didn't want to warn him further. After all, it would only serve Korso if he were to grow connections in here. He didn't deny his last statement however.
"Going over the rules real quick: There will be no disrespecting your authority figures, no sounds after 11pm, and no violating or abusing your cellmate in any way. Is that clear?"

"And why would I abuse my cellmate?" He asked slightly amused. "You might know about my crime from the papers but I have treated my slaves with care." Cillian smiled. "My file should say so." This time it was his name on a piece of paper. This time he was given a number. Though he did not expect he would be treated like he treated his subjects.

"Basic rules, we have to tell everyone," Korso smiled with false courtesy.
"Is there anything else you need to ask before you are escorted to your cell?"

Cillian chuckled again. ''Well since you are the warden here. I will get a different guard. Mind to inform me who? And perhaps their names?'' This might be the last time he would see this guy. Cillian was aware of his situation. And this guy had some sadistic undertone. And he would not be surprised if the punishments were to be more torture wise. As far as he had seen the Prison was way too guarded to be a normal prison. ''Are men and women paired together? Or are they also seperated?''

He wondered what the conditions of his cell would be. It would not be allot of luxery either. That was such a shame. He would probably be spending his last days here. It was not that he was old or so. But young he wasn't either. Well it would be waiting too see what would happen.

"The guards patrol different divisions and swap between them, so you will get to know them all. I suggest you look at their nametags if you wish to learn their names, it only shows their last name, but that is all you need to know. As for the rest you will soon find out for yourself. I hope you have a pleasant stay," he lied smiling and nodded to the guard in the corner to come and get him.
"Anything else?" he asked as the guard grabbed Norewood's arm.

Cillian smirked. Ofcourse he would not tell him. He looked at the guard. Standing up. ''Just tell them they don't need to hold me so tight. If I did not want to get caught I wouldn't be here.'' He said meaning the guard who grabbed his arm. He wasn't going to run. No matter. If he was so much against going to Jail. He would not have chosen a Illegal job.

He would accept his punishment. ''Nice to meet you Korso.'' He was actually glad he met this guy. Now he knew who was in control here. Any information was better than none at all.

Korso smiled, but didn't reply as Norewood was escorted out the door. He didn't believe him for a second. No one ever wanted to be caught. Specially this guy seemed clever enough not to wish for such a thing. He had no idea why the man would want to lie of it, but it made no matter. He were to be treated like any other prisoner.
Once the door closed behind him he let himself grin entertained. Such variety in this group would make it interesting no matter what he did. If he didn't pick them apart, they would do it to themselves.