First Time Offender

[UN]- The Unioners]

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The inmate looks towards Burton with a glance of sorrow. He is rather unpleased to see a new inmate in his cell already. Just after the last one left.
The letters on his chest read: 'IN-4341-T' indicating that he has arrived here before his cellmate. His body was in good shape but his posture was crooked and tired. The prisoner appears to be in his late twenties, a large black and gray beard adorns his face, long wavy hair run down across his neck. With a deep, hoarse voice he speaks to his new fellow resident, proudly parading his Texan accent.

"G'day to you too."

After a brief silence he could feel the tension in the air was so thick that he could cut with a knife.

"The name's James... James Hollywood. And yes. It all seems like you're my cellmate now."

As he speaks those words he pushes his hand towards Burton; signaling a greeting but not bothering to stand up. He glances at his own hand sticking out towards Burton's chest slightly, thinking to himself that sight of such worn-out and destroyed piece of the human body might concern the 'new blood'. He smirks at him in a friendly way, almost looking happy to see a new face.
He was hoping Burton wouldn't notice the condition of the cell as it was disgusting, to say the least. The toilet was a little bloody but that should be the least of their concerns. They were in a confinement after all.

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