Tobias DeSoto

This seemed like a good start. This bunch would probably be fun to play with. He just hoped that the next ones would be as interesting as Porter. Looking down on his next file he only grew more interested, and it didn't take long for him to walk through the door with a guard on his arm. That orange prisoner suit and the handcuffs were a welcome sight.
"DeSoto," he greeted him pleasantly. "Sit."

Tobias sat down with a thud on the chair infront of Korso, but never paid him any attention. He looked pissed, but at the same time a bit absent in his mind. He jerked his handcuffs for a moment, before he glanced quickly at the man infront of him. He looked like the men Tobias usually hanged with, but he was sure that he wasn't that kind of guy..

"Who are you?" Tobias snorted and raised an eyebrow as he scanned the man with his eyes.

"I'm the warden of this prison," he smiled. "You'd do well to respect me."
He noticed the anger and the rough behavior, and a part of him was glad that DeSoto was in handcuffs. Not because he was particularly scared of him, but he really wouldn't want to harm him before the games had even begun. It would be so much more fun to savor the moment where he still had ignorant hopes for the future.
"Your prisoner number will be D90471. You'd do well to remember that as well."

"So you're like the boss of this place? Hm.." Tobias nodded to himself and just shrugged when Korso continued to speak.
"Don't you worry about me. I will be quiet like a mouse- and of course, respect you" He smiled sarcastic and leaned back in his chair with a sigh - mumbling to himself as he repeated the numbers and letters. Now he had to remember things aswell?! Geez..

Strange, looking at his files he would have expected him to be much more of an ill-tempered uncontrolable beast, but he seemed calm enough at this moment at least. Even pleasant and courteous, which was rare even amongst the prisoners that had only committed pety crimes.
"You will be confined in cell A3. Division A is just around the corner. You will be given two meals a day to share with your cellmate. No more, no less. You could complain, but frankly, no one would care."

Tobias repeated once again all the numbers and letters the warden told him before he ran his hand through his hair. He put his arms on the table and jerked his handcuffs a little more.
"Do I have to share the food?" He asked simply and glanced at Korso with a sneaky smile.

"I'm sure your cellmate would appreciate it," he smiled sternly. Hadn't he just let him know the rules of mealtimes? This kid was dim. It was a wonder he hadn't been caught sooner, quite frankly.

Tobias dropped his smile and instead just snorted before he leaned back again in his chair.
"Was there anything else you wanted to tell me, or can I go to my cell now?" He asked with a darker voice and stared at the warden

He smiled. So there was the anger he had read about. The kid was even too stupid to pretend. He didn't complain about that, it would probably make for the most fun of the whole bunch.
"You have quite the record DeSoto. Is there any particular reason that sex and drugs is so important to you?"

Tobias frowned slightly when Korso began to smile, but soon the young one smiled once again - and shrugged by his question.
"Just--Who doesn't like sex and drugs? It's the best thing in the world" Tobias laughed and ended with a deep sigh.
"Why are you so interested in me and what I like? Aren't I here just so I don't make any more trouble out there?" Tobias asked with a eyebrow raised

Ignorance is bliss, I guess.
"Perhaps I just have a... personal interest," he smiled smugly. He didn't have to answer his questions, but Korso would find out either way, one way or another, sooner or later. It was just a matter of time, and how far he could stretch him before he broke.

Tobias burst out a laugh and shook his head before he leaned over the table once again with a big smile.
"Sorry, Mr Warden.. If you're coming on to me, then I would've to tell you that I don't swing that way - and if you want to know more about me, then you have all you have to know in your file over there" He smirked and pointed at the papers on the table infront of them, before he leaned back in his chair once again - and would have crossed his arms over his chest if it wasn't for the damn handcuffs.

He thought I was hitting on him? Korso couldn't help but laugh again.
"Well, if you're that much against it, might I suggest you never drop the soap?" he joked, but he was well aware that there were several bisexual rapists in this prison, DeSoto would be far from safe.

"Thank you for your advice, I will keep that in mind" Tobias said, and still laughed a bit He wasn't really afraid of that, since he knew that he could probably fight back..

"The rules are clear," he continued. "No disrespecting the guards or myself, no sounds after 11pm, and you are in no way to abuse or violate your cellmate. Is that understood, DeSoto?"

"Yeah, yeah.. Whatever" Tobias sighed deeply and rolled his eyes. He hated rules so much, but he knew that he had to follow them- he wasn't stupid..
"So, what happends if someone breaks the rules?" He asked curiously

"Then I'm afraid there will be... consequences." He hoped the vagueness would be enough to make him unafraid of breaking the rules. He actually hoped someone would, at some point. If not, it would just be dull in here.

"You're boring" Tobias sighed and leaned down in his chair so he almost would fall off it. He thought prison-guys would be more intresting..
"So what kind of guy are my cellmate? What did he do to end up here?" He asked blankly

"I'm afraid I can't discuss prisoner files with inmates," he smiled. And you will miss the days when I was only boring, just wait and see. "Why don't you ask him yourself?" he continued as he gave a quick glance to the guard to let him know that he would almost be done with this one.
"Is there anything else?" he asked. He was sick of prisoners only beginning to talk when they were escorted out. If he had anything to ask or say, he would prefer he did so now.

"Nope.." Tobias shrugged with a small smile before he glanced back and forth between the guard and Korso.
"Can I go now? I can't wait to meet my cellmate" He said and his smile turned to a smirk.
"I can't wait until our next meeting, Mr Warden.."

That might be stupid of you...
"Yes. Escort mr. DeSoto to his cell, please," he said to the guard and closed his file. He had a feeling this kid wouldn't last a week in here. His own stupidity and uncontrolled rage would be the end of him. It would still be fun to watch him try though. He might even surprise him, others had before.

"Bye bye, Mr Warden" Tobias smirked and raised one hand before the guard escorted him out of the room. This place wasn't maybe the dream, but he would make the best out of it..

Mr. Warden? What are you, five?
He had to smirk once the man was escorted out in handcuffs. It was a while since he had a neanderthal in here, he had almost started to miss it. Perhaps he would keep this one, just for the sake of having a pet.