Board Thread:Role Plays (AU)/@comment-13427943-20150722165754/@comment-26130256-20151103104143

Azulius awoke with a rough start. Mainly because the officer kicked the door open and shouted something about surprise inspections. Which, in prison, was worse than "surprise casserole day", but not quite as bad as "surprise stabbing attempt". Usually.

Shaking himself out of the dream, the heister stood and allowed the officer to impatiently search the room. True to form, he went straight for the classic hiding locations and completely missed the candy bag. Not satisfied with his search, the officer turned to Azzie, eyeing the book and deck of cards he was still holding.

"Hand 'em over," he grumbled, pulling them from the magician's grasp. After brutishly turning the pages for a minute, the officer tossed the book back on the bed and grabbed. For a brief moment, concern showed on Azulius's face.

"How about I grab those out for ya, officer?  The box is a little tricky to get open." He reached for his cards, only to be slapped away.

"Hands off, inmate," the man warned, pulling out the cards. As he did, the family picture fell out and fluttered to the floor. "Well, what do we have here?" he grinned as he examined the photo. As luck would have it, this particular corrections officer had studied organized crime prior to working at Beacon, and he recognized the faces and names on the back as Azzie's relatives, as well as the cat tail.

"Well, won't this be the talk of the water cooler," he smirked, shoving the cards and photo into the mobster's hands. "Looks like we made the right call throwing you in with the animals." The officer turned and left, and Azulius dropped onto the bed, barely resisting the urge to cry himself to sleep.