Howdy Do

[Tobias Hayes]

"Hey hey hey, easy boys; no need for rough-handling like that," sneered a raspy voice mockingly. A voice cleverly intuned to saying all the wrong things at the right times. The body of this voice was as such an equally rough looking man. A burly, big guy, being pulled roughly forward by two guards who held a deathgrip on each of his broad shoulders. Hands handcuffed, no use to press back the bangs which hung in his eyes, dirty brown color tinted darker with matty sweat. A bloody lip completed he ensemble of Tobias Hayes, fresh from a large dispute which took place in the yard but ten minutes before; his first day of Allenville.

The guards were making a beeline straight for the Warden - too yellow to handle the problem for themselves. Arriving briskly at the Warden's door, they barged in without knocking to force a smirking Hayes into a chair and redo his handcuffs to it. The waiting room could wait, they figured, even if it meant pissing off the Warden.


(OOC: crappy post, but I at least had to get him in the office)

[Kaylen/Hazen]

The Warden looked up, his large black glasses perched at the tip of his nose. Narrowing his eyes dangerously, he hated being interrupted during his monthly reports that were due in a few days. Angrily, he stood up, leaning over his desk, watching the commotion with a slightly bemused glance. The guards wrestled the man into the chair on the opposite side of Hazen's s desk.

Shaking his head, this was the second time an unruly prisoner got the best of his guards. His cowboy boots clickin on the hardwood floor, he moves over so he's face to face, inches from the newest inmate.

"You better wipe that smirk right off your face now, son, before I slap it off..." The warden said, the guards slightly chuckling. "GET OUT OF HERE, NOW, YOU LAZY-ASS JACK-OFF's!"He yelled at the guards, and heard them scuffle out the door.

[Tobias Hayes]

Defiance flowed through Hayes like blood. His soul pumped it, and it filled his essence. It filled in the scars, enabling him to live, but never enough to heal. Black and blind loathe, deep within the black pits of his eyes; like burning coals. Every fiber of his body commited to actions and consequences. Most people who do horrible, violent things know exactly the results and the aftermath. They're not stupid, but easily underestimate things. Then there's the others who do it purely for the result. Purely for a punishment for a sin never repented for.

Hayes didn't dare move away from the Warden within an inch of his heavily breathing face; leaning heavily forward on the restaints. The only thing separating them was but a few inches and a lock of dirty blonde hair that quivered with breath. Hayes' smirk merely turned into a toothy grin, finally recoiling his head to wipe the blood off his lip on his sleeve - but as soon as the Warden stood to yell off the guards of course. Hayes' bulky bodice sat back with a languid arrogance. Conceitedness and defiance reading all over his body-position. He flicked the hair from his eyes smartly with a twist of his head.

"Easy there pops," he grinned, "Don't wanna risk your blood pressure, eh, old man?" Hayes mocked without a second thought, his mouth going on before his head. But it wasn't to worry, his mind always seemed to agree anyways. The fight in the yard ha already put him in a sparring mood. All Hayes was doing was minding his own business when two kids decided to establish pecking order for shade. Hayes could've, and was about to, take both of them on when he was pulled back by some guards. Heh, no fun around here.

[Kaylen/Hazen]

((NICE POST! -->Thank goodness SOMEONE can write good ones! tehee))

Hazen snapped back, his anger apparent after being called an old man. His arms shot out to grab the unruly prisoner by the shirt collar. Yanking the prisoner forward, chained chair and all, he raised one arm, and it came down hard, dealing a heavy blow to the convicts face. Hazen drew back, his arm dangling at his side. He had a mean streak, and if anyone, anyone, especially a good for nothing inmate came here and talked back to him, he gave it to them straight. Even if that meant slapping them around a bit. He was the Warden for goddamn sake, and he had been here too many years to put up with any lip.

Leaning against the side of his desk, Hazen shook his head, and directed his attention once again to the convict, "You let me worry about my health son, I'd just be careful what comes outta that mouth of yours. If you backtalk to me once again, I swear it won't be pretty.." He trailed off, turning his torso for a second to grab his file folder of the new inmates.

Peering into the file, he took his sweet time looking for the newest name in the pile. Straightening, he put his glasses on, a bead of sweat (from his exertion and from the hot sun) trailed down his cheek. Absent-mindedly he picked up his hankerchief, flicking off the dew.

"Tobias Hayes?" He flicked the folder shut.

[Tobias Hayes]

Hayes' neck revolted, pulling against the direction that the Warden's iron grip on his collar was suggesting. Tugging the restraints, it was when the back legs of the chair lifted slightly that Tobias figure he may had underestimated the power of this 'old man' a good deal. There was nothing he could do to prevent the hard clout across the face; so rather than fruitlessly trying to avoid the hand, he merely stuck out his face further to get the full blow - head being whipped around to the side where it lingered until the Warden let him go.

His left cheekbone stung; surely it was red and would bruise overnight. No matter, the pain would only prose as a circumambiant issue and evidence of abuse that he could use for leverage later on. Taking a second to recooperate, he rolled his eyes over the Warden's comment. Hayes righted himself, flicking his head back righteously. No longer a smirk, but a grim-faced stare; chin held high in protest.

"That's my name, don't wear it out," he said disreputably with a flash to his eyes at the sight of the folder. Tobias Hayes, charged with every color of assault. Physical assault, armed assault, sexual assault, assault with a deadly weapon, etc. etc. and the list went on and on to a grand total of 9 known convictions. Nine times had Tobias been proven to punch someone, shoot someone, whack a man across the face with a pole. No reason really. Some were exgirlfriends and their new boyfriends, others were just random. Strangers at the wrong place at the wrong time. A history of violence; something not so easily corrected by violence.

[Kaylen/Hazen]

That's my name, don't wear it out.. Hazen laughed shortly at this last comment. What a childish thing to say. He curled his upper lip in amusement, this prisoner just like all the rest. Thinking he was above authority. Well, why the hell was he still in prison then? Ignoring the comment, and choosing not to speak right away, the Warden moved towards his desk again, this time lightly tapping his finger on the hard surface of it, tap, tap, tap, to the music. He stopped short, taking a sip of cold coffee, to pick up the inmates relatively new file.

He flipped through it, every now and then stopping to look up at "Tobias". He eased himself into his chair, thinking of how shit-tastic this day had gone so far. First, Captain Knauer had revealed his dirty little secret, his guards were getting cranky with him, and now, this.

Sighing heavily, he peered down at the small letters, in concentration. 9 known convictions. Of assault. Warden Hazen drew himself up, in anger and frustration. Not another one of this kind of inmate. He knew that because of this guy's extensive portfolio of bad deeds, the security would have to be at the max. Especially now that they had women. Ah god, the women. He narrowed his eyes, slapping the folder down, and looked at the man sitting in front of him, glaring with an indignant look on his face.

"Well, Tobias", The warden emphasized his first name with a sarcastic tone, "Seeing as you have such a wonderful history of being not being exactly curteous to people, we'll have to set up a few rules especially for you, got it? A few rules that don't allow you to go anywhere near those two ladies that we have now, got it?" Hazen shook his head with disgust. He hit men, of course, but never women. And this guy in front of him seemed to do it a little too much for his liking.

[Tobias Hayes]

Women? What women? There weren't any of those here; all Hayes had seen were nothing but men. But the Warden said it, so it must be correct. Hayes figured things might get pretty lonely around here - drive a man insane not to set sights on another member of the opposite sex for such a long time... Hayes' expression remained knowingly and unfazed during the course of this epiphany (of sorts). The Warden's obvious intent for Hayes, especially Hayes, to stay away from the women was like an open invitation. No means yes and rules were made to be broken.

"'Hayes', I believe, follows the correct code of conduct, boss," Toby grinned, tartness zinging in his tone; a complete loathing of anyone who called him by his first name who wasn't a friend, "My own special rulebook, eh? Oh really... Well then, I guess let's start off with where I shouldn't be," he sighed, being oddly cooperative and yet still having a bit of an edge.

Hayes sat back in his chair heavily, opening his mouth wide in order to pop his jaw. That punch at such close proximity seemed to leave a couple things out of line. Not to mention a shooting pain whenever he tried to smirk. Hayes was quick to seize up the Warden, now realizing that the man was strong and had no real moral ethics for punishment. Hayes would have to play his game carefully.

[Kaylen/Hazen]

The Warden mentally cursed himself, angry that he had just let it slip that there were women here, when obviously, from the look on the inmate's face, he hadn't known. He flicked on the coffee machine, hearing the slight whirring noises it made as it prepared to filter out his beloved drink. He leaned against his row of filing cabinets, all alphabetized, waiting for his mug to be full.

Taking it out, he took his sweet time, adding sugar, and milk, stirring it thoughtfully. Now what was he going to say to this prisoner? He had basically shoved information into this inmate's hands, and who knew how he was going to react with it. The Warden was sure that Tobias Hayes wasn't going to push this interesting thought about women to the back of his mind - he knew the inmate was smarter than that, and would use it to his advantage - whaever that may be.

Sighing heavily, the Warden moved towards the door, his cowboy boots slightly cuffing the recently buffed floor. Opening it a crack, he shouts to one of the guards, ready for them to come in to take this prisoner away.

Turning back to 'Hayes' as he liked to be called, Hazen took a sip of his coffee, feeling the hot liquid move down his whizened throat. " The only places you are restricted from, Hayes, are the women's cells, and being alone with them - even if you are in an opened area. Believe me, this can be monitored extremely easy, so DO NOT try anything. Got it? " Hazen motioned for the guards to 'uncuff' Hayes, and as the prisoner stood on his feet, the Warden moved closer again, close enough to look straight into the inmate's soul. "I'll be watchin' you like a hawk, son, like a hawk."

[Captain Brian Knauer]

<<I'm sure Knauer will be watching as well XD Sorry, continue with your roleplaying... I just had to say that...>>