<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=79170.msg3491869#msg3491869">Quote from: Fedora on 18-08-2010, 01:40:06</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Not so fast, Young," Slade said casually as they nearly passed each other, placing a hand on his shoulder to turn him back around towards his cell. "You're being moved again, back to your cell and gather up all your shit. Be ready to get a move on by the time I get back from solitary." <br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>He was just about to hit the stairs when Slade, one of the more forceful guards, rounded the corner.  Terrence thought nothing of it at first though he did wonder why the man was in here and not outside tending to the fish that had just arrived.  The warden usually had him out there because he got things done with as little hassle as possible.  The answer to his silent query came next as he was addressed by the man just as they were about to pass.<br/><br/>The hand hit his shoulder with enough force to stop him, and in one fluid motion that only a man of much practice could perform, Slade had turned him around to face the way he had just come.<br/><br/>"Again?  What the fuck, man?"  He said rather annoyed while looking over his shoulder at the man.  His eyes followed the man's arm down all the way to Slade's face where he met the rather piercing gaze of the guard.<br/><br/>There wasn't even an acknowledgment of his annoyance or even of his cursed question directed toward the other man.  Instead, all that he got was a nod before the hand pulled away.  Apparently, Slade had to go deal with more pressing matters.<br/><br/>Young growled in frustration and bounded back to his cell.  There wasn't much for him to gather there.  Some magazines, a few newspapers, his toiletries, a picture of his father who died many years ago, and a single change of his issued clothes.  They were all piled next to him as he laid on the bed, both arms tucked behind his head as he waited for Slade to return.<br/><br/>Who knows what kind of fuck-up they would throw him in with.  He was just getting settled into his new cell with someone who wasn't the worst of people to be thrown in with.  Terrence rolled his eyes at the thought.  "I didn't even move apartments this much..."  He muttered in frustration.