Maceo scratched his jawline. He liked to take care of people in his organization. And at current times, he would have to communicate with his distributors in someway anyway. "I'll work on it." Was the only thing he said to Séamus before he walked out of his cell, whistling all the way. Camden was surely not your average kingpin. He didn't flaunt around his status, degrade women, and apparently, to outsiders of Blue Face he wasn't too ruthless. But most people knew by just the sight of him that he was something... Special, different possibly. And that's just something that came with booming drug line in the jail. He overheard some banging, and then shouting, but he quickly shook it off. Going to the middle of the cellblock he could honestly care less if anyone saw or overheard what was about to happen.

 He grinned as he walked towards a small group in the corner - fellow Blue Faces. Since he was obviously one of the longest running members of the group, Camden had made sure to memorize what the different 'lines' looked like. Which was just what they called the different 'factions' inside of Blue. The Distribution line. Their job was rather obvious -- they got the goods, and helped fuel the prisoner's habits. That being drug addiction or homesickness. They usually had their sleeved rolled up for some strange reason if their uniform allowed it. If they weren't able to do that they'd just cut designs into the side of their hair; two small triangles parallel from each other with small lines cut through them. Maybe the ones that had just taken their meds were itching heavily, or just looked glossed over like robots. he looked back to briefly see just two men inside of cell block. Maceo cleared his throat.

[color=004b80]"Gentlemen and gentlewoman,"[/color] Two of them were male, one looked fairly average and the other one looked like he could smash a baby into a wall. Obviously on meds. His eyes were glassy. [color=004b80]"For your own sake I hope you have Seroquel on you."[/color]

The average one, whose name he could only remember as Dylan, spoke in hushed tones. [color=004b80]"Right here, in front of-"[/color]

[color=004b80]"I'm not the type to think I'm invincible,"[/color] He interrupted. [color=004b80]"I just need probably four fifty m's, yeah? I already know that all of you Dibs always have lighters on you, so I'll need one of those, too."[/color]

The woman nodded whilst nonchalantly digging into her pocket. She awkwardly initiated a hug with Zipply, and slid the contraband into his back pockets. The holy feeling of cold steel pressed against his flesh... Felt, well, good. Excitement ran throughout his blood. She spoke some gibberish to make it seem legit, and just like that, Maceo was off with a few pills and a lighter. Drugs and a lighter. Great.