There was no doubt in his mind that these men were the worst of the worst, scum on the earth. They had done their crimes, been tried in the courts and found guilty, after that, they were in his hands. Whether for the rest of their lives or a handful of years, these men and the occasional woman, were his priority, his task, and he was responsible for each one. He despised each of them for what had brought them here, yes, men and women all over the globe made mistakes, but these were not men who had just made mistakes, a willingness to destroy the laws letter and spirit burned within almost all of them. They were in prison, and he made sure that they knew it, but as he had stated to Jackson, they were ALL equal in that regard, they all received the same treatment, the same meals, the same schedule and privileges, that is if they were well behaved. Once they broke his rules, then most of the niceties he bestowed upon them, the protections, fell right off onto the floor like dust. The guards knew better than to go too far, but they knew that maintaining order was the most important thing, as well as the reputation of the prison. Deal with the prisoners as need be, so long as they are not unnecessarily abused, the well behaved ones are still watched carefully but not given a reason to act out, and everyone should get along just fine.<br/><br/>That didn't change the fact that the prisoners themselves dealt with issues accordingly, their own little twisted political system within his system. Honestly it was just an attempt to assert what little freedoms they had left in the end, but that didn't mean that it didn't need to be watched. Assaults, and the rare death had happened within the walls of the prison before when one inmate had provoked another, whether or not the provocation was a bit asinine in the first place. Still going that far meant that you were thrown instantly into solitary confinement, and he made sure his meanest and worst guards were kept there. Those guards above all others were like attack dogs, kept on a sturdy and well kept leash, but the teeth and claws were now less sharp, the proverbial muscles no less strong for it. That wasn't to say that he didn't get his own pleasure from watching those who broke the rules to be punished brutally, he didn't take well to that sort of thing and enjoying something like the punishment seemed only natural to him.<br/><br/>He let Jackson flit off in the high energy and overly tense manner that he seemed far too prone too, Kane honestly felt that quitting smoking had been the worst thing the man had done to his health. Without the smoking, he might lose his second to a heart attack, stroke or god knows a coronary within the next year. Jackson was a good guard, whether or not he was a good man was irrelevant, so long as he did his job and stuck to the rules, at least overtly stuck to them, Kane couldn't be happier with the man. Kane was more of a silent strength over being boisterous and noticeable through overt gestures, Jackson took care of that for him, and with gusto at that. Kane's sheer presence was often enough without him adding his deep and resounding voice to the matter, especially (though rare) when he was angered.<br/><br/>He turned, waving off the guards that made to move with him, warden or not, he knew damn well how to take care of himself and had proven it a handful of times before. The last prisoner who thought himself a clever shit to go after the unguarded warden ended up with several broken bones in his hand, as well as fractured and broken ribs to boot. Honestly the man was lucky Kane had caught himself before he went any further, the shabbily made shank in his hand had almost been driven into the prisoners jugular. It was a matter of pride to Kane that he still walk on his own and he would do so when he pleased.<br/><br/>He walked past Jackson and stopped, turning, "the good doctor I'm sure will be wanting to hook his well manicured and probably painted nails into them soon, so let's try to get them at least some what presentable lest he wet himself in the anticipation of waiting for them to arrive in his office. Oh and Jackson? Do take it easy before you give yourself an ulcer."<br/><br/>He raised a brow as he finished and nodded, turning to continue on his way to his office. (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=79988.0)