Cambron's hands still burned from the day's work when he walked back to his cell in a row of other inmates, some taller and some shorter than him, most broader-built, though some also were curiously puny (he had soon learned to be especially careful with the guys who did not look as if they could crush your head in; those were the people who had had to learn the one or other nasty trick before they could do whatever got them in here). Though if tall and burly or small and shrimpy, they all looked pretty much the same with their shaved heads and orange overalls. Cambron had spent enough time here already to know most of them, and he walked between two of those who he would most likely call something like 'friends', which basically meant that they wouldn't start shit if he accidentally touched them while they were being herded back to the cell block like cattle.
He was rubbing a spot on his thumb, which had gotten burned by one of the chemicals they used to get especially persistent stains out of, when the doors to the cellblock were opened and they were allowed to move rather freely inside. Some of the guys had to go right back to their cells for one reason or another, but the rest of them could more or less mingle for a while in the cell hallways and in the common hall which formed the lowest level of the cell block. The rows of cells towered over the hall like galleries, seven levels which could be reached by sets of stairs. Guards stood everywhere, belying every illusion of free movement.
Just when he was about to walk up the stairs to his own cell - he really wanted to get some cold water on that burn, even though it'd be healed in a day anyway, one of the guards called down to him. "6709, move your ass up here!" Cambron raised his eyebrows at that, but walked a little faster, skillfully navigating around the other inmates.
He didn't have to say anything when he arrived up at the platform his cell was on, since the guard didn't expect him to speak anyway. "You've got a newbie in your cell. Be careful 'round him, might be a snappy one. He's got The Talk already, but the warden wants you to show him the ropes." Cambron's main reaction to those news were raised eyebrows and slight annoyance. He'd had had his cell for himself for the last week or so, since his former bunk mate had been transferred, and it had been rather nice, even though he missed Monty - that guy might not have been the brightest candle in the chandelier, but he had been very easy to handle and the other inmates had feared and respected him enough to give Cambron a little extra security. He had spun his webs all through this prison already, so he didn't exactly find himself in a precarious situation after Monty left, but still, extra security was definitely nice.
However, not having to share his 5'x8' cell with anybody else had been pretty nice too. But well, he'd known that that wouldn't last forever. So his curiosity surpassed his annoyance when he walked on towards his cell, which had another guard stationed before it - one more annoying detail about rooming with a newbie. Through the open bars, he could see a slouched figure sitting on the lower bunk bed. He motioned to the guard, and he opened the cell, so that Cambron could step in. He noticed that a whole cluster of people had formed around his cell, curious to see the new inmate, but he ignored it for now.
"Well, looks like we're going to be rooming for a while, huh?" he asked, leaning against the wall opposite of the beds. Better not get too close until he could judge the other's character. He tilted his head a little to look at his face. Young, and very, very handsome. "Look at that, you're a dish, huh? What's your name, tidbit?"
