Catch the criminal, not the Innocent.

Roll call

"Hey wake up!" Feliciano was rudely awaken by the guard who was holding a overused broom.

"Clean your mess." He roughly gave him the mop bucket, threw him old gloves and practically threw him the dirty broom.

"You have less than 15 minutes before roll call." He said gruffly leaving him there confused and lost.

Feliciano mumbled incoherently and yawns, he then groggily gets up and drags the mop bucket to the mess he accidentally made.

He puts on the gloves and picks up the gross looking breakfast, he throws them in the garbage and mops up the stains on the floor.

Once he was done he looks over to the clock noticing he still have a time to spare.

He was about to lay down on the metal table again until he hears the dishes cluttering and clashing to where the lunch was served by the inmates.

He grabs the mop bucket and the broom and heads inside and behind the cafeteria, slowly creeping and peaking behind a large cart that carried bland muffins.

He wanted to take a few muffins for himself but he knew that wouldn't be right and ask is because these bland muffins were an off color to be called a muffin.

He sees two people there with the same prison clothes on, but they looked a bit eccentric...

He could see one had and off colored pinkish hair, and the other was almost white...bleached?

He scurried moved closer with the broom holding in his hands incase they attack...or worse!

With hesitant steps he got closer and closer to the two individuals minding their own business.

Once he got a closer look he saw the two inmates washing the dishes as the other was stuffing something in his pockets.

He didn't want to say anything to disrupt them so he tiptoed backwards and left the area, cleaning he mess he had made.

After he hurriedly finish cleaning and quickly made the area looked as clean as possible he heard a loud whistle from outside the cafeteria as he heard men yelling 'roll call' repeatedly.

He pushes the broom and the mop bucket from the far corner of the room and silently left the room leaving the two who were still in the other room.

Feliciano saw the guards going to the staircase to the where the cell block, he went and followed them up.

When he got there he already saw all the inmates outside their prison cells patiently waiting there as the guards counted them.

He spotted Lutz in front of their cell and made haste and stood beside him.

Lutz glanced over and scoffed.'He's going to be just like the others' He thought to himself.

He's not gonna last...i'll give him a week for him to finally break.

The inmates stood quiet when the warden appears holding a clipboard and a pen, he beckons the other guards to make the command.

"ROLL CALL!" He hollered out, making the inmates straightening up their posture and stood silent facing forward.

The warden made it away through the first set of inmates on the first floor, checking them out on his clipboard."A-100...check, A-101 check, A-102 check..." He muttered.

Feliciano realized that the warden never actually uses their name when he calls them out, just their number...like they were just a object and not a human being.

He sighs dejectedly as patiently waited for the warden to come and finished up the roll call but it seems to appear he is taking his sweet time.

He fixes his posture in alarm when he hears someone whistling, at first he thought it was the warden or the guard warning him but they were still counting out the first set of inmates.

He hears the whistling again he looks around and sees no one trying to catch his attention.

"Bambino...up here." He heard Flávio's hush voice from above..?

He searches for him from across the cell block at first then he slowly looks up and sees him waving at him, causally leaning on the rails like he didn't care about the line.

Feliciano gave a puzzled look and waved back wearily.

He saw another figure beside him giving him the stink eye...his hair was like--a skunk? His skin was slight darker than Flávio's, his eyes were acid green glaring daggers at him like he's fresh meat, and let's not forget the scar going down his lips.

Feliciano shivered and looked away from the two paying more attention to the warden who was coming up the stairs to the high level cell block where Feliciano and Lutz stood.

The warden was muttering the numbers while side glancing their tag number sowed onto their clothes and continued on.

When he was getting closer he took notice the warden stealing a few glances this way...He shivers when his eyes narrows at him.

"B-76...Check." He said solemnly, keeping and eye only at the uncomfortable Italian.

"B-77...Feliciano." He slides the pen trough the metal clip of the clipboard and puts it under his armpits."How are these...Ingrates treating you?" He hissed at the word.

Feliciano gaped."Ah-um..." He looked rather on edge when the other inmates were staring at him at complete lost."Their pretty...good?"

The warden was looking at him with questioning eyes."Hmm...I see." He grabs his clipboard and with a flick of his wrist he checked him off.

And that he continued on with counting up the others.

He slowly walks backwards until his back hit the metal, cold bars of his cell.The air around him was thick and suffocating and he didn't know why...

All the answer he needed and new questions were brought when he saw Lutz puzzled and...scared? No-that word didn't fit someone as intimidating as him.

He looked back to where Flávio was at staring intently at him with a smile that didn't reach those cold eyes.

His knees were giving up on him so he slid down to the floor.

Lost. Cautious. Scared.

Why was these feelings making him sucked the energy out of him...exhausted and distant.

He really hate it here.

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Nothing new here but Introducing more characters!

Sorry if I'm taking too long to update even though I just updated like two chapters of my other book. -_-;

Please bear with me. ('；ω；｀)･･･
I'm still working on the prison routine and stuff.