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[myagents]

art by rockafellerrrr on Tumblr. This is the piece that made me realize that Price belongs in sparkles.

New to rp, coming from a background of comedically serious in character parody on tumblr, now available on Twitter myagents (https://twitter.com/AidenPriceless?s=09). Up for both crack and serious scenarios.


AUs:

1. Price survives on Chorus and retires, spending time observing Others
   
   
2. Price survives on Chorus but is arrested and put to do community service
   
3. Modern day/Pre-pfl au, where Price is just a 'regular' evil doctor.

Prompts:

1. While loyal to the Director, he's very much fascinated by the Chairman as he believes that there has to be some interesting psychological scar under the boring quest for money.
   
2. Even the smallest amount of distress he can cause in Others brings him great sexual fulfillment.
   
3. He sees the Director as a buffet of mental illnesses, and he's hungry! Despite being content with their current work relationship he'd love to find out more about his boss to have a more entertaining stay, and is very nosy…

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[godofthemachine]

Hopefully Aiden can get that job. It will make things far easier, or else AM will have to sweeten himself up to whomever does get it.

"Hmm..."

AM does lean back in his chair and consider Aiden's question. What does he want? "I suppose money never hurts, of course."

But there is a slight wistfulness with the way he says it. Money is power, and AM once had a lot of money. He still technically does, he supposes, but that's all used on lawyer fees and appeals. Should he ever escape this rat cage, then he may have access to his fortune again. But it has absolutely dwindled considerably.

[myagents]

"Alright." he then proceeds to hum, wistful as well, having one more bite of meat "Hopefully it is going to be an interesting experience."

He stays silent for a bit.

"Any other way I can assist you today?"

[godofthemachine]

Any other way to assist - AM can think of many ways, most of which involve pain and humiliation. Having been incarcerated for a series of rapes, tortures, and murders, he clings to anything that can give him that feeling of control.

"Well, it has been a while, I suppose..." He chews the last of his meat, internally mulling over the affairs of the prison.

"Have you been able to get in contact with Brickman at all? He owes me." There is a glint in his eye, of course, with that last part, accentuated by the gradual curl of his smile.

[myagents]

"Last time I saw him was in the courtyard the other day. He..." Price glances down "He didn't say nice things about you."

[godofthemachine]

Finally, a smile, the slow flashing of his teeth when Aiden reveals that information.

"Oh, I'm sure he didn't. But I'm sure he knows there are consequences for spreading rumors about me."

[myagents]

"Indeed."

He pauses, wondering if he can make up something on the spot just to mess with everyone.

"Come to think about it, I heard another rumour last week. Didn't give it much thought because I didn't hear it again, but apparently someone has been trying to spread the rumour that you like to wear dresses."

He shrugs.

"It was probably him, attempting to make you look...Less intimidating."

[godofthemachine]

AM has no idea how to react to that comment. The notion of him liking to wear dresses is so ridiculous that he wants to laugh. And yet, in such a place as this, acting in any way effeminate can put a big mark on your head. Then again, AM would like to think that dress or not, people would still fear him.

So the side of his mouth twitches into a pseudo-smile. "The more offensive part is that he thinks my wearing a dress would actually work to make me look less intimidating."

At least, he doesn't suspect that Aiden made it up. It only gives him another excuse to beat up Brickman.

[myagents]

"I know, right?" he holds back a chuckle, then proceeds to eye AM with interest "Besides, dresses are very nice. I believe you would look good in one."

[godofthemachine]

"Do you?" He tosses his braid over his shoulder with a chuckle.

"I think it would be amusing. Perhaps even style my hair elaborately with it."

Aiden's petite frame would probably look better in a dress, but that may put an even bigger target on his head. "Why, do you have one?"

[myagents]

"Of course not, where am I supposed to find one?"

He shrugs, with a smile on his face. Yes, he is going to leave this ambiguous.

[godofthemachine]

At that instance, AM bares his teeth again in a hideous smile. "Exactly. That's why the rumor about me is so ridiculous."

It's not like they're allowed to wear anything much outside of their uniforms regardless. A dress would stick out like a sore thumb.

However, he lifts an eyebrow slightly, wondering if Aiden is inquiring about something. "But..." He continues, "If I were to guess, a care package would likely be the best way to get one. The inspecting guards are not going to care about a piece of cloth."

[myagents]

"I'm not sure, it would be a suspiciously large piece of cloth." Price shrugs, although still musing the idea of having a dress avaialable.

[godofthemachine]

Why are they even discussing how to get a dress into the prison? Who knows.

"Well, if you know how to sew, then perhaps have several smaller pieces of cloth shipped over time, then create a dress from there."

He nearly makes a comment about how a dress of Aiden's size would not be suspiciously large, but instead he takes a sip of his water.

[myagents]

"I am not the best at sewing." he shrugs uncomfortably.

He ponders for a moment.

"But I can try, if you would like me to."

[godofthemachine]

AM's smile grows a bit, slightly crooked at the corners.

"You sound like you want to wear a dress. If you so desire, then fine, but just know I can't protect you one hundred percent of the time."

[myagents]

"Why, I think we would both enjoy it if I wore one." he flutters his eyelashes.

[godofthemachine]

"Oh, I might..."

There are a few ideas in mind, many of which involve ripping the dress off.

"Though your sewing would end up in vain."

[myagents]

"I am not very good at sewing, if I have to be honest." he chuckles bashfully "You will have do it, if you're interested."

[godofthemachine]

AM's mouth again twists in a half-smirk, half scrutinizing manner. "You said you'd be willing to try, wouldn't you?"

Of course he never had to learn to sew, at least nothing beyond the very, very basics. And he had no need to do so here... at least not yet.

[myagents]

"Well, you seem more...Inclined to work with your hands than I am."

He gives AM a not-so-innocent look.

[godofthemachine]

His smirk widens at that remark. "I suppose it wouldn't hurt to learn," he agrees.

Sewing could be very useful in prison. After all, didn't the only successful escape from Alcatraz involve sewing raincoats together? "Though I would hate to have any of the other prisoners think I've gone soft."

[myagents]

"I am sure no one would ever think that."

He wipes his mouth, then folds the serviette again.

[godofthemachine]

He smiles. "I suppose if they do think that, I can always prove them otherwise."

AM too finishes up his lunch fairly quickly, relieved again to have "real" prison food again.

[myagents]

"I would love to witness that."

He holds back a chuckle. The idea is very entertaining to him.

[godofthemachine]

"I'm sure you will," he assures Aiden.

He shifts in his chair, propping an arm up over the back as he turns briefly to look behind him, then back at Aiden. "After all, I need to find Brickman at some point today."