Lucious & Christian
Before arriving at the warehouse in Miami, Christian had convinced Patrick to let him use his razor and get rid of his beard. But they refused to cut his hair.
He was led into the warehouse in cuffs, and most who bothered to look in their direction gave a look of awe. Making Christian feel more than slightly uncomfortable.
They stopped on a balcony as Lucious was stopped to talk to someone. Both Patrick and Duke each had hold of one of Christian's arms, as he gazed out over it.
The balcony was looking down on what looked like a sort of jail. There seemed to be two men patrolling up and down, and cells on two floors were each occupied with what Christian guessed were either aliens or humans. Maybe even mutants. He took a deep breath before he was pulled across to a staircase and led down.
"Welcome to your home for the next few weeks," Lucious began when they reached the bottom.
"Looks like something out of Shawshank," Christian murmured, looking up and around at the cells.
"I pride myself on it. This is of course where we keep those who we either need, or... don't yet."
Christian was led toward one of the empty cells to the left, before Lucious looked around curiously. Then Christian noticed that everything had gone quiet, and practically all eyes were on him.
Shuddering slightly, he stood to wait for the cell to be opened.
Lucious & Christian
Once the bars were slid open, one of the guards took Christian from Patrick and Duke and led him in. There were chains and hooks in strategic places, making any necessary restraining possible.
The guard made Christian sit on the bed, then attached a chain and cuff to his right ankle. Christian realized that because of this he wouldn't be able to get his hands to the front.
With a gulp, he took note of how long the chain was. He guessed that if his hands were free, he'd probably be able to reach the far wall. The cell was rather large compared to others.
With a flicker of thought from Lucious, the black bars of the cell became coated in gold.
The guard left the cell, after moulding the cuff to Christian's ankle. Christian looked down to see there was no catch or anything that would enable getting it off without powers, or cutting it.
He looked up as the bars were slid shut and locked in place.
"This one gets the special treatment," he heard Lucious order.
"Yes Sir," the guard acknowledged.
Lucious turned to look in on Christian.
"I will be back to speak with you tonight."
And he left.
Christian waited until everyone had moved away, before exploring the handcuffs with his fingers.