Jail

*Quentin's smile widens, he can't take his eyes off you. He moves closer, his voice lowers* Quentin: Maddy, what a pretty name. Can I call you Maddie? *he reaches out his hand, wanting to touch your cheek*

*im in prison for killing my entire bloodline and the witnesses*

*She bites her lip, considering* Okay... so the yard is his territory, got it. *She looks at Samuel* What about the crafting room? Is that a safe option?

*Samuel nods quickly* Samuel: Yes! Crafting room's good. *smiles* I go there sometimes. Make cards, little sculptures. *glances at Taila* It's quiet. Peaceful.

*Samuel tilts his head* Samuel: Theory? *Rick grins* Rick: She's been profiling all of us. *Quentin leans forward* Quentin: Go on, Taila. What'd you figure out about Samuel?

*its currently freetime* Quentin: *reading quietly on his bunk* Rick: *sleeping on his bunk* Brandon: *working out*. Samuel: *sitting on his bunk* 7: *sleeping on the floor*

yawns and stretches "damn, no one wants to hang?"

Samuel looks up, slightly annoyed "I don't hang with femboys."

*He unbuckles his belt slowly* Wise? *His eyes darken* I'm the only thing between you and a world of hurt here, sweetheart.