Maceo lui a griffé la mâchoire. Il aimait s'occuper des gens de son organisation. Et à l'heure actuelle, il devrait communiquer avec ses distributeurs d'une façon ou d'une autre. "Je vais travailler dessus." C'était la seule chose qu'il a dite à Séamus avant de sortir de sa cellule, sifflant tout le chemin. Camden n'était sûrement pas ton kingpin moyen. Il ne s'est pas vanté de son statut, il a dégradé les femmes, et apparemment, aux étrangers de Blue Face, il n'était pas trop impitoyable. Mais la plupart des gens savaient par juste la vue de lui qu'il était quelque chose... spécial, peut-être différent. Et c'est juste quelque chose qui est venu avec une ligne de drogue en plein essor dans la prison. Il a entendu des coups de feu, puis il a crié, mais il l'a rapidement secoué. Aller au milieu du bloc cellulaire, il pourrait honnêtement s'en soucier moins si quelqu'un voyait ou entendait ce qui allait se passer.
Il sourit alors qu'il marchait vers un petit groupe dans le coin - les autres faces bleues. Comme il était évidemment l'un des membres les plus anciens du groupe, Camden s'était assuré de mémoriser à quoi ressemblaient les différentes « lignes ». C'est ce qu'ils appelaient les différentes "factions" à l'intérieur de Blue. La ligne de distribution. Leur travail était assez évident -- ils ont obtenu les marchandises, et ont aidé à alimenter les habitudes du prisonnier. C'est de la toxicomanie ou du mal du foyer. Ils avaient généralement leurs manches roulées pour une raison étrange si leur uniforme l'autorisait. S'ils n'étaient pas en mesure de le faire, ils couperaient juste les dessins dans le côté de leurs cheveux; deux petits triangles parallèles les uns des autres avec de petites lignes coupées à travers eux. Peut-être que ceux qui venaient de prendre leurs médicaments se démangeaient lourdement, ou avaient l'air gorgés comme des robots. Il a regardé en arrière pour voir brièvement deux hommes à l'intérieur du bloc cellulaire. Maceo s'est débarrassé de la gorge.
"Messieurs et dames," Deux d'entre eux étaient des hommes, l'un avait l'air assez moyen et l'autre avait l'air de pouvoir écraser un bébé dans un mur. Évidemment sur les médicaments. Ses yeux étaient vitreux. "Pour ton bien, j'espère que tu auras Seroquel sur toi."
La moyenne, dont il ne pouvait se rappeler que le nom de Dylan, parlait en tonalités houssées. Juste ici, devant...
"Je ne suis pas du genre à penser que je suis invincible", a-t-il interrompu. "J'ai juste besoin de quatre cinquante millions, d'accord? Je sais déjà que vous tous, Dibs, avez toujours des briquets sur vous, donc j'en ai besoin aussi."
La femme a hurlé tout en creusant nonchalamment dans sa poche. Elle a maladroitement initié un câlin avec Zipply, et a glissé la contrebande dans ses poches arrières. La sainte sensation d'acier froid contre sa chair... J'ai senti, bien, bien. L'excitation s'est répandue dans tout son sang. Elle a parlé de charabia pour faire croire que c'était légal, et comme ça, Maceo était parti avec quelques pilules et un briquet. La drogue et un briquet. Génial.
First Name: Maceo
Possible Nick Name: Zippo/Zipply/Ziggly
Last Name: Camden
Date of Birth: June 14, 1991 - Twenty-four years old.
Place of Birth: Henning, TN (Considers himself to be from Memphis, TN, however.)
Nationality: American
Gang Affiliations:

Other Nicknames:
Blues, Crazies, Asylums
Reputation:
Blue Face, led by Maceo 'Zipply' Camden, is a group of the prison's most intellectual, and cunning. Most of the people in the gang are charged with grand theft, kidnapping for ransom, cybercrime, arson, murder, and distribution of illegal substances. So it's no surprise that they specialize in smuggling and distributing in mostly stimulants, benzos, anti-depressants, opioids, and even small phones. Some inmates call them anti-humans, but it's only because they openly show disdain towards racists, sexists, homophobes, and what they call 'religious nutcases' (cult-like religions). Oh, yeah, and some members do believe that humans are the most toxic, brutal animals on the planet. Their political views are also in the minority - some Anarchists or just people who want to see the system burn.
And the name 'Blue Face'? Comes from the fact that a rather large percentage of the group suffers from some type of mental illness.
Gender: Co-Ed
Racial Preference: N/A
Requirements: Slyness, or history with drug distribution or manufacturing. And open mind is necessary, along with intellect.


Appearance: 



Conviction: 
Arson, Attempted Murder
Sentence: 
Life
Parole: 
Violated, no chance.
History:
Maceo Camden was born to a deeply religious mother and apathetic father in the small town of Henning, Tennessee, as the product of a shotgun marriage. The most that he knows during that time is that shortly after they moved away to Memphis to get away from family. Throughout elementary school he was seen as a timid kid with no motivation. Most of his teachers gave up on him rather easily, which only helped fuel his passion to use grit. At eleven he went to a public prep school known for 'challenging' it's students. Upon the start of his year he was seen in a newer aspect - a incredibly smart and mature young man that without a doubt had a shot at some of the most competitive highschools across the country.
However it came at a cost. He was picked on ruthlessly for his appearance and ambition. The teachers didn't care much. He even began to tell his mother and she didn't believe him. And he was scared to open up to his father. Now, Maceo's seventh and eighth grade years are what would be called... Strange. In seventh he picked up an excessive usage of profanity, arrogance, laziness, and something his teachers could only describe as a "severe distaste in humanity, lack of optimism, and strange thoughts".
In eighth grade when he came back most of it seemed to be... Fixed. Apparently he started to have a different outlook on life. But that's just how he started to project himself. Inside he began to succumb to insomnia, obsession for fire, and a fascination with psychology and tragic events. On the outside his relationship with his mother started to grow increasingly toxic per day. He grew to hate her homophobic and sexist ideals and grew closer to his father's irreligious and carefree lifestyle.
Fast forward to his teens. His parents divorce and his mom is given custody of him. From afar he has to watch his dad's efforts to fight for him. Maceo's obsession for fire grows into cravings to see it and to play with matches. At fourteen he commits his first arson - burning down one of neighbor's small sheds. Nobody suspected him. A year later he started to get urges to do it again, but learned to 'control' them with lighters. His mother starts to disagree with every aspect of his life - his agnosticism, open-mindedness, and socially awkwardness. So of course she does the motherly thing and starts to verbally and physically abuse him. Forcing him to read the bible.
Seventeen. He gets kicked out of the house and lives on the streets. Goes off the grid at some friends house and starts to get involved with cybercrime and drug culture. A few warnings from the police here and there. Continues studies at school. Eighteen. Graduates and goes to live with his father. Twenty. Argument with his father, leaves his house, lives with a friend for sometime. Twenty-one... Rents a car and buys nearly a trunk load of alcohol and gasoline to 'celebrate' his birthday. Proceeds to light his mother's house on fire and practically laughs at the flames. She survives with third degree burns and the fumes damage her respiratory system, everyone's a bit shocked that he finally clicked, Maceo gets thrown in jail. His judge sees something special... Gets touched by his story of being outcast and abused. Ten years parole.
Within just a few months witnesses have testified against him lighting an abandoned warehouse on fire. Thrown into jail once again but this time without parole. Diagnosed with pyromania and insomnia primarily. 'Strange' thoughts turn out to be very vivid ones about mass murder, fire, and 'beings' that can only be explained as ones that always stare at you in an emotionless manor.