Dominic Slade was waiting on the sidelines as the other guards lined up the new prisoners, chuckling to himself as he gave them a quick once-over from behind shaded glasses, taking the opportunity to sneak a quick smoke while he was outside.<br/><br/>He knew there was a cop killer in the midst of them, and as he saw the treatment the little one at the head of the line was getting, he figured that was probably him. Oh, sure, they were supposed to treat all inmates fairly and equally, but he knew he was going to get some rough treatment when the warden and the second-in-command weren't looking.<br/><br/>He didn't really care that he was a cop killer. King was in this place with Slade now, that was all he cared about. He raised an eyebrow as he looked across the line of new prisoners - several of them were rather small, King included. How fun.<br/><br/>He smirked a bit, taking a drag from the cigarette that hung from his lips before flicking it down to the ground, crushing it under his boot as he shifted his weight slightly, watching the other guards busily deal with the 'fresh meat' as he exhaled a slow stream of smoke. The warden was coming out now to greet the new arrivals, he saw. Right on schedule.<br/><br/>He glanced over at the row of prisoners along the fence, taunting the new boys with calls and whistles, and he strode over purposefully, whipping out his nightstick and smacking at the fence to drive them back. "Shut your mouths and get back from the fence," he commanded. The prisoners didn't all obey immediately, but most of them backed off, a few of them chuckling and shaking their heads as they finally wandered back from the fence. They knew Slade usually got a crack at the new boys before they got to. Just reasserting the order. He ranked higher than they did, and he'd make sure they didn't forget that.<br/><br/>A grin came over his face as he remained near the fence, watching as the guards rounded up the new boys as they emerged from the bus, lining them up and counting them out to make sure everyone was accounted for.<br/><div align="center">__________________________________________________________________________________________________</div><br/>Takeshi Rojas squinted a little as he stepped off the bus finally, eyeing the grounds with a hint of disdain, though in general he seemed rather calm. This place... no, this place wouldn't do at all. He'd have to find a way out of here. He hesitated at the bottom of the stairs off of the bus, only to be shoved towards the line by the attending guard. Brought back to reality, Takeshi walked over to his place at the end of the line, exhaling in a silent sigh as his mind ran over what he was doing in this place.<br/><br/>He knew there were things going on around him, but he wasn't really paying attention to any of it. He'd wanted excitement, the suburbs were too boring... hah. Well, this place was less boring than home, he supposed, casting a quick glance back towards the prison grounds. He smirked at the line of prisoners on the other side of the fence, calling and whistling at the new arrivals, rolling his eyes as he turned to face back fowards just as a guard snapped at him to do so.<br/><br/>Damn. Now they'll think he turned forward because he was told to, when it'd just been a coincidence. He mentally cursed his timing, while mentally reminding himself, now wasn't the time for making enemies. He'd just have to let that one slide for now.<br/><br/>He did glance over the guards, then what appeared to be the assistant warden, and... finally the warden. His dark eyes searching the men briefly, before he exhaled in a long sigh as he moved to stare straight forwards. His mind obviously elsewhere now, not really paying attention to what was going on around him while he tried to formulate some kind of plan.