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He'd been so close. So damned close. The accounts had been drained, the money funneled into one account, and the tickets already purchased. He and Michael would have been in Italy with over four million dollars each by morning...

But of course, things always had a way of blowing up in his face. Michael had done something stupid to attract police attention and his passport had been taken. When they dug a bit deeper, well, all it took was one glance at the swelling account for the officials to know what was up. Jason had been in th airport, three yards, maybe four from the plane that would have taken him, lieraly, to a better life.

Now?

Now he sat in the orange prison jumpsuit, his jaw length black hair pulled back mostly in a ponytail, although several strands hung free around his face. His fit figure filled out the jumpsuit nicely, his tanned skin and dark hair didn't look so bad in orange. The cuffs bit at his wrists and he was nudged down one of the dark halls by a power happy guard. A sharp kick to his lower back sent him sprawling on the filthy floor of his new cell, cuffed hands fumbling to lessen the impact. The door slammed shut and he managed to sit up, his head spinning from it's impact with the concrete.

Jason was only vuagely aware of his cell mate, taking as much notice of th man as he did the bunks, the small table (bolted down of course) and the pathetic reeking excuse for a toilet. "Shit..." He swore under his breath as his vision blurred a time or two before letting him focus properly. He pulled himself to his feet, swaying slightly as he leaned against the bars. He'd never felt so completely defeated.

 

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If there was one thing that Derek liked most about prison, it was playing with the fresh meat. There was something so exhilerating about being intimidating, about taking control of someone who was-- for all intents and purposes-- defenseless, about the surge of power felt when they feared you-- genuinely.

Which was why Derek was quite thrilled when he'd been informed that a new cell mate would be arriving. While he had fucked around with other fresh meat, none had been so close at hand. Talk about easy access. And he knew it would be quite the fun game, messing around with this new inmate.

However, he didn't know just how fun it'd be until he saw the man.

Needless to say, his new cellmate didn't look like the toughest of gangsters-- he didn't look like a gangster at all. And while looks could be deceiving, Derek highly doubted that this man, so easily floored by the guard, had killed someone. Or was violent at all.

An easy catch.

Rising from his laying-down position on the bottom bunk, Derek swung his legs out to touch the ground. From the waist down he was clothed in the orange jumpsuit, and the top hung unbuttoned from his waist, exposing his broad, tanned, muscular chest. He'd definitely become more built because of prision. All he did, really, was work out. So while his new cell mate was fit, Derek was nearly twice as big, which made the catch even easier.

"Hey, keep stumbling around here and people just might think you're the bitch," Derek goaded, his green eyes staring fixatedly at his new cell mate.

 

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Jason shot a glare at the man before he'd even spoken, almost daring him to take a step closer. As if he could do anythign about it, the guy was twice his size. Attractive, in a rugged sort of way, but his words caused Jason's glare to increase by a tenfold. If looks could kill... "They'd have to be pretty stupid to make a mistake like that." He said as he resisted the urge to tackle the guy.

Not that the comment had warrented enough anger to pick a fight, but after all the shit he'd been through, and the fact that it had landed him here, well... He was just itching to take it out on someone... something... anything really.

Between the look the man was giving him and the comment, well, and a general knowledge of what happened to guys like him in prison, he decided avoiding the guy might be his best bet. Carefully avoiding his cellmate he moved to the end of the bed and pulled himself onto the top bunk, the cramped space between the bed and the ceiling wasn't enough for another person, muchless a fullgrown man.

Hopefully he could scoot close to the wall and be left alone. If he'd let himself think about it, he'd be stuck in the damned cell for a decade at least, he couldn't avoid the man forever, and if the guy wanted something from him, there wasn't much Jason could do to prevent him from getting it, and that thought... that thought was terrifying. Of course, he stpped that train of thought at the start. He had enough to worry about without that looming over him too.

 

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"Hn?" Derek replied, eyeing Jason with a malicious look. He sucked on his tongue, then tilted his head to the side slightly, his eyes narrowing. "Is that right?" The large man sounded amused, as though he didn't believe Jason. Not a single word. Which was true. Derek knew that he could take his new cellmate in a second, and all Jason's glares and anger were all just bravado.

How amusing, indeed.

But, instead of acting on anything, Derek just watched as Jason pulled himself up to the top bunk. His eyes were that of a predator's watching a prey: hungry, fixated, and not missing a beat. Once Jason dissapeared, Derek chuckled and leaned back in his bed, laying down once more.

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Since new prisoners were deposited in the morning and processed in the afternoon, there was only about an hour of light sleep to catch before dinner time. A sharp buzzer sounded through the cell block as the gates were opened, to allow them to walk to dinner.

Derek pushed himself out of bed and, without acknowledging his roommate, he left to the cafeteria.

 

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Jason took his dear sweet time sliding out of the bed and landing neatly on the concrete, stretching and yawning, although he hadn't slept, to give Derek plenty of time to be long gone before he left the cell. Too many walls... the place had way too many walls. Of course, it -was- a prison, but cell after cell after cell as he walked down the hall to the cafeteria... would he really have to look at filthy concrete for the next ten years?

The cafeteria was better, more open space at the very least, but crowded. He looked at the group of men with an inward sigh as he set a 'don't mess with me' attitude that he hoped would get people to leave him alone. The line was long and he noticed there already seemed to be an established order. The ones that feared a painful beating were futher back, and those that delivered it, well, they took the front. Jason ended up somewhere in the middle, not in the mood to pick a fight anymore, but not willing to be the 'bitch ' his cellmate had been so kind to mention.

The food, if he could call it that, made him want to go back to his cell and start catching mice instead. Piles of glop resembling snot... yum. He made a point to act as if he couldn't pick his new cellmate out from the crowd, passing him on the way to a still fairly empty table without o much as a glance.

 

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