((SCENE: Matt and Wellington))
Wellington: *During the usual open cell hour, Wellington remains in his cell, sitting on his bed with his injured foot propped against a spare pillow while he reads a borrowed copy of "17th Century French History". He holds the book close to his face while he reads, his full focus on the pages.*
Matt: *Though he has much better things to do with his time, Matt makes a quick stop by Wellington's cell before he heads off to find Mimi. He smirks, not even caring to look pleasant today. After losing Shoe, all he wants is to make everyone else in prison just as miserable as he is.* God, you really should do something about your hair. It looks disgusting.
Wellington: *twitches a shoulder, slowly glaring at Matt over the top of the book* Oh, it's you again. ...My hair is not disgusting, I simply lack the means to give it its perfect form right now. It's something beyond my control right now, surely even you can understand that. *self-consciously brushes a few stray locks back behind his ear*
Matt: Understand it? Of course, I can understand it. I can also take care of it for you. I'm surethose safety scissors in the arts 'n' crafts room would be able to help too.
Wellington: *his fingers tighten on the book and his eyes widen for a moment before glaring angrily at Matt* Don't even think about it. You're going to regret it if you do.
Matt: *His eyes flick towards the entrance of the hall and he gives a small shrug to himself. He has a little more time to waste.* Like you could really do anything to me, dude. Remember what happened the last time you tried?
Wellington: Tch. *feigns boredom and turns a page in the book* You're just lucky. I'm not the weak nobody you seem to think I am.
Matt: Riiight. And that is why you totally cower to everyone in here. Even the girls. *A harsh chuckle.* I know even my Mimi could show you a thing or two in a fight!
Wellington: *angrily turns another page, almost tearing it* That is untrue. Someone of my stature does not cower to everyone. Keep your fantasies to yourself and leave me alone, I'm obviously busy here. Even someone of your type must have something better to do with his time.
Matt: Of course I do. Talking with you is nothing but a waste of time. I just wanted to give you a warning.
Wellington: You're the only waste of time around here. I'm not here to amuse you, you know.
Matt: Really? You do it so well...
Wellington: What's that supposed to mean? *glares at him again*
Matt: You never fail to amuse me, Wellington. Whether it's with your obnoxious whining, your hideous fashion, or that annoying voice of yours, you always give me something to laugh about with my friends.
Wellington: *snaps the book closed* Shut up!! You don't know anything!
Matt: *Laughs. This is pretty amusing now.*
Wellington: Stop laughing!!! I thought you were leaving, so go already!
Matt: I can't wait to tell them about this one!
Wellington: ...What are you talking about?
Matt: *Smirks wider and takes a step into the smaller man's cell. He gestures to Wellington's foot.* What did you do this time? Stub your toe?
Wellington: *cringes and edges slightly closer to the wall next to his bed* No. Something just... fell on my foot. Hey, I didn't give you permission to come in here.
Matt: I don't need permission, dude. I own you. *Takes another step into the cell.*
Wellington: You... You still think... *scoots back further until his shoulders are pressed against the wall, and glances quickly at the hallway* GET--
Matt: *Lunges forward, there is no way Matt wants the guards involved in this, he wraps a hand around Wellington's mouth, slight irritation written on his face.* Shut up. *He grabs the smaller man's arm with his free hand.* Or I'll break your arm to go with foot.
Wellington: *instantly goes still, staring at Matt*
Matt: Good. *Gives his arm a little twist anyway before releasing him. He takes a step away and surveys his cell.*
Wellington: Ah--... *pulls his arm to his chest and rubs the elbow, narrowing his eyes at Matt and watching him suspiciously*
Matt: *Swiftly nabs a silk scarf, holding it out in front of him.* Yeah...This one looks good enough.
Wellington: *tenses* What are you doing?? Don't touch that.
Matt: *Turns and takes a hairbrush too.* I could definitely get more use of this than you can, dude
Wellington: You're... you're taking my--... wait, it was you! You're the one who took my hairspray!
Matt: *Grins wider.* Now how could you accuse me of that, Welly? I thought we were friends.
Wellington: *starts to move his feet to the floor, but winces and hesitates when he moves his injured foot* ...Put it back. Those things are mine.
Matt: And you belong to me. So they are mine.
Wellington: I need those!! I... I shouldn't have to deal with this! I don't deserve to be treated this way!!
Matt: I'd like to see you stop me. *Stands his ground, items in hand, smirking.*
Wellington: *glares at him, almost shaking with anger... but then turns away, clearly frustrated*
Matt: *Chuckles again.* Good boy. Now just sit there and pout while I go find my girlfriend so we can laugh at you together. *Waves eagerly at Wellington.* Later, dude! Have fun with your book!
Wellington: *pretends he can't hear Matt and continues glaring at an adjacent wall*
Matt: *Turns and leaves, Wellington's scarf trailing behind him as he makes his way down the cell block and out of it's entrance.*
Wellington: *After he can no longer hear Matt's footsteps, he picks up the book, holds it in his hands for a moment, then flings it with as much strength as he can against the bars of his cell.*
Matt: *Though he has much better things to do with his time, Matt makes a quick stop by Wellington's cell before he heads off to find Mimi. He smirks, not even caring to look pleasant today. After losing Shoe, all he wants is to make everyone else in prison just as miserable as he is.* God, you really should do something about your hair. It looks disgusting.
Wellington: *twitches a shoulder, slowly glaring at Matt over the top of the book* Oh, it's you again. ...My hair is not disgusting, I simply lack the means to give it its perfect form right now. It's something beyond my control right now, surely even you can understand that. *self-consciously brushes a few stray locks back behind his ear*
Matt: Understand it? Of course, I can understand it. I can also take care of it for you. I'm surethose safety scissors in the arts 'n' crafts room would be able to help too.
Wellington: *his fingers tighten on the book and his eyes widen for a moment before glaring angrily at Matt* Don't even think about it. You're going to regret it if you do.
Matt: *His eyes flick towards the entrance of the hall and he gives a small shrug to himself. He has a little more time to waste.* Like you could really do anything to me, dude. Remember what happened the last time you tried?
Wellington: Tch. *feigns boredom and turns a page in the book* You're just lucky. I'm not the weak nobody you seem to think I am.
Matt: Riiight. And that is why you totally cower to everyone in here. Even the girls. *A harsh chuckle.* I know even my Mimi could show you a thing or two in a fight!
Wellington: *angrily turns another page, almost tearing it* That is untrue. Someone of my stature does not cower to everyone. Keep your fantasies to yourself and leave me alone, I'm obviously busy here. Even someone of your type must have something better to do with his time.
Matt: Of course I do. Talking with you is nothing but a waste of time. I just wanted to give you a warning.
Wellington: You're the only waste of time around here. I'm not here to amuse you, you know.
Matt: Really? You do it so well...
Wellington: What's that supposed to mean? *glares at him again*
Matt: You never fail to amuse me, Wellington. Whether it's with your obnoxious whining, your hideous fashion, or that annoying voice of yours, you always give me something to laugh about with my friends.
Wellington: *snaps the book closed* Shut up!! You don't know anything!
Matt: *Laughs. This is pretty amusing now.*
Wellington: Stop laughing!!! I thought you were leaving, so go already!
Matt: I can't wait to tell them about this one!
Wellington: ...What are you talking about?
Matt: *Smirks wider and takes a step into the smaller man's cell. He gestures to Wellington's foot.* What did you do this time? Stub your toe?
Wellington: *cringes and edges slightly closer to the wall next to his bed* No. Something just... fell on my foot. Hey, I didn't give you permission to come in here.
Matt: I don't need permission, dude. I own you. *Takes another step into the cell.*
Wellington: You... You still think... *scoots back further until his shoulders are pressed against the wall, and glances quickly at the hallway* GET--
Matt: *Lunges forward, there is no way Matt wants the guards involved in this, he wraps a hand around Wellington's mouth, slight irritation written on his face.* Shut up. *He grabs the smaller man's arm with his free hand.* Or I'll break your arm to go with foot.
Wellington: *instantly goes still, staring at Matt*
Matt: Good. *Gives his arm a little twist anyway before releasing him. He takes a step away and surveys his cell.*
Wellington: Ah--... *pulls his arm to his chest and rubs the elbow, narrowing his eyes at Matt and watching him suspiciously*
Matt: *Swiftly nabs a silk scarf, holding it out in front of him.* Yeah...This one looks good enough.
Wellington: *tenses* What are you doing?? Don't touch that.
Matt: *Turns and takes a hairbrush too.* I could definitely get more use of this than you can, dude
Wellington: You're... you're taking my--... wait, it was you! You're the one who took my hairspray!
Matt: *Grins wider.* Now how could you accuse me of that, Welly? I thought we were friends.
Wellington: *starts to move his feet to the floor, but winces and hesitates when he moves his injured foot* ...Put it back. Those things are mine.
Matt: And you belong to me. So they are mine.
Wellington: I need those!! I... I shouldn't have to deal with this! I don't deserve to be treated this way!!
Matt: I'd like to see you stop me. *Stands his ground, items in hand, smirking.*
Wellington: *glares at him, almost shaking with anger... but then turns away, clearly frustrated*
Matt: *Chuckles again.* Good boy. Now just sit there and pout while I go find my girlfriend so we can laugh at you together. *Waves eagerly at Wellington.* Later, dude! Have fun with your book!
Wellington: *pretends he can't hear Matt and continues glaring at an adjacent wall*
Matt: *Turns and leaves, Wellington's scarf trailing behind him as he makes his way down the cell block and out of it's entrance.*
Wellington: *After he can no longer hear Matt's footsteps, he picks up the book, holds it in his hands for a moment, then flings it with as much strength as he can against the bars of his cell.*