<div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Charles Donovan</span> </div><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=79170.msg3537403#msg3537403">Quote from: Fedora on 26-08-2010, 06:13:20</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"> <br/>"You're both getting newbies," Slade said plainly, and as they approached the other end of the cell block, the gestured the both of them to empty cells. "Young, you're on the left, Donovan, you're on the right."<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>"<em>Fantastic</em>!  I always love being in the right," Charlie responded cheekily, slipping into his new cell and closing it behind him with a wink.  "From one empty cell to the next!  At least this one has a bit of a view, eh?  And promised company sometime soon!  I don't suppose it's someone with a sense of humor this time?"<br/><br/>Slade didn't respond.  In Donovon's mind that was a victory.  It was one thing to rile someone up into a fit of hysterics, insults, and abuse, and admittedly it was always fun to play off the rage-addled words of a flustered prison guard.  But to needle someone so thoroughly that they refuse to even dignify you with a response was another kind of sport, the silence filling him with a nasty sense of pride.<br/><br/>But in that silence there were other sources of entertainment to be found.  Whispers from the cell next door.  He'd watched with keen interest as King was led into the cell after Terrance, smirking as the infamous cop-killer disappeared from view.  A single glimpse was more than enough to tell him what he so wanted to know: that the man was both sorely out of his element, and that it was terribly unlikely that he was the sort to kill a man in cold blood.  What series of strange and unfortunate coincidences had led to such a man finding himself bruised, wet, and violated in a prison filled with the most nasty sort of villains?  Charlie felt curiosity knocking at the back of his neck, forcing his ear eagerly to the wall.<br/><br/>It was amazing what a man could learn just by choosing to<em>listen</em>.  Knowing the right people also helped, of course.  Despite being confined in solitary for most of his stay thus far, he knew quite a bit about both the structure itself and the people residing in it.  Terrence was acting true to form, equal parts teasing and predatory.  It was King that aroused his interest, an unknown quantity.<br/><br/><strong><em>"If anyone touches me, I'll kill them."</em></strong><br/><br/>"Really now?" Charles cheerfully responded from the next cell over, leaning up against the bars to help his voice carry.  "It was my understanding that Kings got<em>other</em>people to do the killing for them.  Unless you really believe your royal fingers have the strength to choke out another man's life?  Your kingdom for a guillotine, so that you might not need to paint your already-stained hands with a fresh coat of blood!"