Maceo looked over the group of inmates in interest. It was really the only way he could focus without fire... Or... Drugs. He was never a hardcore drug user or addict; growing up on the streets of Memphis had shown him how much that could fuck up someone. Maceo only liked to use drugs if it was the absolute last resort. And it honestly felt like it was. His last lighter had run out of butane before he'd even stepped on the bus, but even then, how would he use a lighter inside the cramped vehicle without anyone noticing? 

 Of course, normally his urges didn't result in him craving fire that bad. It was a combination of something else -- possibly a mixture of excitement and anxiety -- pushing him too hard. Focusing. One man that looked around his age's eyes showed nervousness. He was probably new to all of this. A buff, giant had a few Russian features and just looked... Intimidating. Maceo automatically decided that he didn't want to get on his bad side. The only ones that perked his interest were an older man that seemed like he shouldn't have been there, a woman, and Séamus, a fellow Blue Face. Maceo cast a smirk at him.

 The excitement came from thinking about how much Blue Face could grow from being in an new environment. Sure, they were rather powerful when it came to distribution of contraband, but nearly anything else caused Maceo Camden to think they fell inches away from the stars. They weren't necessarily weak. They could defend their own and surely weren't scared to. They just liked to analyze every decision, and Maceo always thought they could do better.

[color=004b80]"You're not a perfectionist."[/color] He muttered.