Judis watched the monitor, feeling rather annoyed over the incident. He was, in truth, the kindest guard in the station. He never attacked a prisoner without good reason. Yes, he had struck innocents, but only to hide what he was really doing. He took food where it was needed. He protected women from being raped. He stepped in when prisoners were taking beatings from guards, and they still had the hide to do that. There again, noone knew the truth of what he was really doing. He'd always find some way to hide his kindness towards the prisoners, so well that sometimes even the prisoner he helped didn't know it.<br/><br/>He watched the monitor, then snickered, watching the prisoners gathering and laughing. He knew this place was his grave, but he didn't care. He really had little regard for his own life. He only took this job here because his daughter was put in here, and not even he could protect her from the cruel fate that became of her. Blair caught his eye, and he watched her for a moment, even stilling the camera from turning and rotating. There was only one, and it was on the bottum of the guard station.<br/><br/>He recalled the cut-throat like gesture she'd given him, right before he left the below. She wanted him dead, which really didn't phase him. No matter what he did, it was only a matter of time. His eyes flashed, back to the moments just passed...<br/><br/><em>Judis stopped infront of the girl, and looked at her, before glancing up and down her, sizing her up. His gaze returned to the ground infront of him, but before he could say anything, the inmates began banging objects against metal. A sign to any guard who was down here for too long. His eyes shot wide, and he quickly grabbed for his blade, drawing it half from his sheath, and gripped the arm of the watch. Turning his head to the side, and looking at the more inmates climbing and banging, he looked to the girl, narrowing his eyes. He jumped up against the railing, planting the watch on a small pocket in the front of her jeans, and kicked backwards, lifting himself to a higher catwalk.</em><br/><br/>A watch served little purpose to anyone in crematoria, since looking at it only made time go even slower. However, there was one man in Crematoria, who would collect all sorts of items. He'd trade with people, scavenge from the dead, and even barter with the guards. He had quite a collection, including his guard dog... Which was initially a cat from the prison that the guards traded to him. He collected watches, and this watch would fetch quite a price with the old man.