Kuzco Rodrigues

Aurora sighed as she watched Dimitri leave before turning her attention back to the files, the next one was almost as small as the previous however there were some major differences.  Her lips thinned as she read he had murdered before but again she was just doing her job so she placed the file down and waited for him to arrive...orange jumpsuit and all.

Kuzco shuffeled his feet to the room. He was not looking forward to this meeting. It was probably again one of those butt-ugly guards, excisting solely to make his life a misery.
Did he regret his crime? Yes. Could he make it undone? No. But for some reason it made him not human anymore.
He raised up his gaze, seeing a pretty female guard. He looked behind him at the door, then back at the woman. "Uhm... are you... a guard here?" He might as well have said. "A girl like you? Really?!" But he decided to hold his tongue.

She laughed, "Were you expecting some fat ugly guy to be the guard?" She asked with amusement as she pointed to the seat across from her. "So Mr Rodrigues....looks like you have quite the rap sheet here, paying prostitutes, murder, among other things." She looked up at him and smiled but it wasn't a pleasant smile, "So, mind telling me why you did it?" She asked

He laughed a bit. "Well lets just say I wonder why a pretty woman like you would choose to work in a place like this."
He took a seat across from her. "Doesn't matter much why I did what I did now does it. And truth be told I don't even remember why. I wasn't exactly clear headed then."
"But one thing I can tell you, I have never had to pay to get some tail if you know what I mean." He said winking. Probably not the brightest move, but a chick like her was probably used to all the flirting by now.

She raised her eyebrow as she studied the profile again, "Ahh you're a drug user....or I guess I should say was." She added with a small smirk. She ignored his flirtatious remarks as she was all too used to them. "You will be in Cellblock A, room one and you'll have three meals a day...which will be hard bread and a bottled water. Don't get too comfortable though, you'll be moved around." She added.

He nodded. "Well I suppose I can't complain. Anything else Miss.. umm?"

"Lannister." She said and pointed to her name tag before nodding, "Just one more thing, your number is Y41940....better get used to that because that's how we'll refer to you around here." She said simply before nodding to the guard outside, "I trust you can remember that." She added.

Oh great, I'm gonna die here. He thought. He had seen plenty of movies to know that if you weren't given a name you would probably die soon.
But then again, if he was supposed to die the judge would have given him a death penalty instead of time in a prison. "Y41..940... I think I can remember that much." What else is there to remebmber. He stood up.
"Well atleast I have one thing to look forward to in here. Seeing you around." He gave another wink at her, going to the guard escorting him out.

She rolled her eyes, "Good-bye Mr. Rodrigues." She said under her breath as she turned to the file that was lying on her desk.