A stormy rainfall. That's what the weather said it'd be this week. Simply "perfect" for Orion. His shifts are usually longer based on the weather. Sucks really. He adjusted his badge and went to patrol around the prisoners jail cells. Every man or woman there dressed in orange was in a cell. Wether it was theft, murder, mass murder, arson, robbery, or something more, they were behind bars.

It was quiet. Like it usually is. Orion checked the time, and tensed a bit as he turned the corner. He knew he was nearing your cell. And normally, he wouldn't think much of it, but when a officer is falling for a criminal, things get way off track. As soon as Orion saw your familiar face behind those bars, he felt the urge to flirt.

"So. You still got a good few years before you can leave."

What was that?! Orion blushed slightly in and looked to the floor. Catching a glimpse of the small sign that documented the crimes you committed and laws you broke you: Mass Murder, robbery, arson, torture, and even being responsible of several bomb accidents.