Slade's jaw tensed at the order from Jackson, seeming a bit like he wanted to challenge the man, but he bit his tongue. Jackson seemed pissed enough that Stallone was being such a prick, he didn't feel like dealing with that for now. Crushing the discarded cigarette beneath his boot, he glanced across the line of prisoners quickly before nodding in acknowledgement. "Sorry. Just needed one quick. Better than me kicking someone's ass because I'm jittery." With a slight smirk, he joined the other guards now.<br/><br/>He watchced as they accounted for everyone, keeping an eye on the proceedings with a vaguely bored expression, looking them over from his position behind them. He furrowed his brow as his eyes caught the kanji symbol on the back of Takeshi's neck, trying to figure out if it was some kind of badly drawn face or tree or something when he was suddenly brought back to reality by Jackson's orders to get Terrence. A slight smirk sneaking onto his face, he nodded in acknowledgement, muttering a quick "Yes sir" before turning to head into the prison reception area, making his way towards the cell block to look for Terrence Young.<br/><br/>As he rounded the corner into the cell block, making his way towards Terrence's cell, he smirked as he caught sight of a slim man coming down the hallway, seeming to be heading towards the rec area. Speak of the devil, there he was... probably on his way to get a look at the new arrivals.<br/><br/>"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/><br/>Slade gave Terrence a nod before making a turn down towards solitary confinement, where Donovan was being held. The troublemaking smartass.<br/><br/><div align="center">_________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________</div><br/>Takeshi squinted slightly against the sun, his eyes more or less scanning the fence surrounding the perimiter of the prison. He was still trying to figure out if this prison was somehow escapable. With a soft sigh he gradually returned his eyes to the guards and the warden before him, beginning to feel a little annoyed with the whole situation. This wasn't going to be any fun.He resisted the urge to groan or protest, though he<em>wanted</em>to, not wanting to come off any more like a spoiled rich boy than he already was. He knew the guards and other prisoners wouldn't make anything any easier on him if he made it especially obvious how much this whole situation disgusted him.<br/><br/>His eyes quickly glanced over the other prisoners in line with him now, scanning each one quickly. His lips curled in a slight smirk as he noticed the way they seemed to focus on the small guy at the end. The rest of them almost might as well not exist, that kind of amused him. He was almost like an attention lightning-rod, focusing the majority of it away from him, and he was okay with that. For now, at least, when extra attention wouldn't exactly be beneficial.<br/><br/>He took a longer look at a few of the other prisoners. Most of them weren't terribly interesting, they looked like the usual filth that endded up in places like this, but two caught his eye further down the line. One rather unhappy looking man looked to have been injured, his eyes falling on the bandage on his shoulder. Briefly he wondered what that had come from, before his eyes drifted over to the slouching dark-haired man near him. There was something... something unusual about him. He wasn't sure what it was. The chuckle he'd heard escape from him earlier only incrased that feeling.<br/><br/>Then Takeshi heard the assistant warden suddenly announce that they were being taken off for strip/cavity searches, snapping him back to what was going on, pulling an unhappy looking expression. He didn't like the sound of<em>that</em>one bit. Taking a deep breath to try and calm himself down, Takeshi made a mental note to kill his assholish 'friends' who'd hung him out to dry when he got out of here.<br/><br/><div align="center">_________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________</div><br/>Slade approached the solitary cell where Donovan was being held, nodding slightly at the guard who was standing watch outside. He'd gotten the key for the cell on his way there, and he moved to unlock it, casually stepping inside and staring Donovan down.<br/><br/>Donovan. Fucking smartass. He got on Slade's nerves every time he spoke to him.<br/><br/>With a slightly annoyed sigh, Slade tucked the key into his vest pocket, before his dark eyes locked on Charles.<br/><br/>"Are you ready to behave now, Donovan?"