So You Must Be My Room Mate ;)

Gaston entered his cell and after watching the guard walk off sat down on the floor as it didn't seem to have anything else for furniture. His eyes wandered the cell and landed on the dead kitten that was being displayed on a monitor and the four skulls that rested on the table in the room. He sighed, the whole room was a cliche and pathetic at that, he wasn't even phased by the skeleton against the wall. He wondered when his room mate would arrive, maybe then he could have some fun in this place.

Cillian was escorted to his cell. He raised his eyebrow at the male. The guy could be half his age. Cillian took a look through the cell. A skeleton. Skulls.And a dead kitten displayed on a monitor. He rubbed his forehead. No beds. No wall seperating the toilet. And there was not much light. Cillian had expected something like this. But he was still rather surprised. His view fell back on the male who would share his cell. ''The name is Cillian.'' Let's keep out the 'nice to meet you.' part..

They were all criminals here and well. He was not looking for friends. Not that he would not want to. But half of them would not bother to ask about him either. ''Mind telling me your name? We are going to stay here for a while.'' He said as he sat down against the wall. Now it was just waiting. Just Waiting.

Gaston took in the new arrival with a caculating gaze, "Gaston." He said after a moment. He watched the guards with feigned interest before speaking up again, "So Cillian...what's your story?" He asked in a low drawl.

''Well I was born on...'' He looked to the side towards Gaston. Before he chuckled. ''What does it matter? I am in here so it must have been illegal.'' Cillian answered. ''What did you do? I am sure you were the nicest male on earth.'' His tone was full with sarcasm.

''Probably just an innocent young man who did stupid things with his friends. And chased after girls. Or had already been married.'' Cillian was more entertaining himself than he was entertaining his cellmate.

"Marriage...heck no, looking at you I'd say you were though; was she hot?" He asked with a small smirk before leaning back against the wall in a relaxed pose. "The girls I fucked were all young, and tight best fucking thing ever. I've also done my fair share of other things but that's for another time." He said with a chuckle.

Cillian sighed. It was not Gaston his concern if his wife had been 'hot'. Cillian gave the man a look. First of all he disliked the way he spoke.

Well as far as his mate had spoken. It was easy to listen to the tone. It gave Cillian a sick feeling. They had been tight. Girls he had said. Little girls? He did not even want to know. Just like he never wanted to know where his slaves ended up. "Virgins are worth more on the market."

"True, I used to do slave trading myself and I became, interested in that whole thing so I tried it out. I must say I prefer being the client over the seller, so you were in the slave trade too huh?" He asked with some interest before smirking to himself. "But either way I look at it, virgins are the most fun." He said with a little laugh.

Cillian nodded. "Yes but it wasn't just sexslaves." His look went towards Gaston. He could make him an offer. But he was not completely sure what to expect of Gaston.

"So what was your crime? Besides being on my market aswell." He was curious. The man was not that old.

Gaston smirked, "What didn't I do?" He asked with a small smirk as he took on a relaxed pose, "I killed my parents when I was ten, when I was thirteen I started conning people and stealing and not too long after that I started up a prostitute ring, I kidnapped the girls or young women and sold them off." He shrugged, sometimes he had even had some fun with them before selling them off.

Cillian his frown grew deep. ''Kill your parents?'' He asked in what seemed a chuckle of unbelieve. When he was ten? Well it wasn't unheard of. But how would a ten year old get his hands on a gun.

Though depending on the situtation..Gaston did not look like somebody to have a 'normal' youth. Anyone with a normal youth would not be here Cillian thought.

"You sound surprised." He said with a broad smile before shaking his head as if thinking on a memory.  "I killed them with a butcher knife, oh those were the days." He said with a small smile before frowning, "Lets just say they deserved what came to them and leave it at that." He said flatly.

Cillian chuckled again. He stood up. "Well I supose they must have treated you horrible!" His tone was full with sarcasm. "But what I think is that they have raised you. Gave you food. And a roof above you. But you were to ignorant to bother they were only in the way in your eyes. " Cil said with a smirk. as he stood infront of Gaston. "If I am wrong. Correct me."

Gaston chuckled under his breath, "Well you are wrong but my past life isn't your concern so I won't tell you what they did." He stated as he gave him a fierce warning look.

He crossed his arms. The look his cellmate had given said enough. But he wanted to know more. ''Well I supose you are also too stupid to think you can try to make me fear you with that look.''

Cillian turned around walking towards the bars. There was one guard. And he did not look very muscular. He turned back to look at Gaston. ''You might think you are a man but you're still very much a child.''

(Sorry for the late reply, the basement my husband and I live in flooded due to these awful rainstorms we've had all week so I'm sorry)
Gaston raised an eyebrow at that, "That so?" He asked he entire body suddenly tensing up as the man kept speaking. He hated it when others judged him...what right did they have for doing so anyway? Besides this guy had been involved in other things, and besides why was he acting like the better man? To Gaston he was just as bad as he was, why else would he be here?

(OOC: Oh no I understand! No need to be sorry xDD It is not like you created the rainstorms )

Cillian chuckled. ''Well there is a obvious age difference. And I supose you did not have a nice childhood. If you felt the need to kill them. The fact that you killed your parents at a very early age, Did not give you the oppurtunity to grow up.'' He shrugged. ''Not that I grew up in a normal environment.''

(thanks <3)
Gaston snorted, "I doubt anyone here has lived a normal life." He pointed out gruffly as he cracked his neck....it was slightly sore but then again he had been expecting that. "Hope you don't mind." He added sarcastically before getting up and heading to the toilet, without much of a warning he unzipped his pants and peed whilst standing up.
( sorry Gaston made me! *points at him* lol)

Cillian raised his eyebrow. But when he realized what Gaston was doing he looked the other way. It was not Gaston his fault that there was no wall. But he did not seem shy about it either. Not like Cillian had never seen other dicks. But he was slightly uncomfortable.

Gaston chuckled when he noticed the other guy look away, "So Cillain I get the fact that you're not comfortable around other guys dicks right?" He asked teasingly as he shook his head, he wasn't shy about his private areas, never had been either.

Cillian smirked. "Well I guess you could say I'd rather see a beatiful woman instead of your dick." Cill chuckled. Turning his back towards Gaston.

Looking out through the bars. "Unless you are interested in dicks of others."

Gaston snorted, "Dude I don't swing that way, I prefer chicks over dicks." He stated as he finished and zipped up his pants before he flushed the toilet.

"Good than we can agree on that." Cillian looked over his shoulder as he heard the toilet flushing.
"What kind of women do you like? Look wise."

Gaston smirked as he thought about it, "Well I go for all kinds, my favorites tend to run in the younger variety however." He said with a smirk on his face as he said it.

Cillian raised his eyebrow. "how much younger?" He asked as he looked over his shoulder too Gaston.