"So… what are you in for?" asked the mastermind of orange hair to the guy who'd just been put in the cell beside him.
A short moment of silence. Of course, silence… The guy didn't look like one to talk. One of those brooding ninja types. Was he, perhaps, an assassin?
But the man then answered.
"Murder," he stated with a deep voice, gruff and abrupt.
Oh, come on. The dude was walking in here with a black vest that went down to his knees that had a feather on the back. There had to be more to it than just… "murder."
"Aww, come on," pleaded the man of orange hair. "You look like you're part of a super evil organization. Maybe your powers and mine could be enough to get us out of here."
"I wouldn't recommend speaking like that," the man of black vest responded. Figures a noob to the bars would be overly careful.
Another moment went by in silence. How could one get this man to crack?
"You humor me, then," Black Vest said. "What brought you here?"
"A little game that I put together," Orange Hair told him with budding fervor. "A little something-something to get back at those that had abandoned me. Body doubles, criminals getting shanked before being technically named criminals, kidnapping, black market deals… Go through the criminal dictionary, and if you can read it, I've seen it."
More silence. It began to piss Orange Hair off.
"Well, I've given you my synopsis," he insisted. "Your turn."
"How quaint," Black Vest replied, close to chuckling. "You could say I drew my blade in an act of revenge as well. In my sister's laboratory."
"No way, no way," Orange Hair marveled. "...Say, what name's been attached to such a swift, buff guy like you?"
More silence. Orange Hair, this time, could tell that Black Vest was thinking.
And just as Orange Hair turned away from the bars to curl up on his plank of a bed, Black Vest said "Simon."
"How lovely a coincidence," said Orange Hair, his heart racing a bit. "I go by Simon, too!"
Who could say if this was the beginning of anything? Nobody but the Simons themselves were there to listen in, unless you wanted to knock some guards out for security footage. Heck, that could quickly land you in a cell beside one of the duo. They'd both eventually agree their end of the prison was an empty one. They'd appreciate it.
Author's note: No, this doesn't deserve a Pulitzer. I've got no structure in mind; I'm just kinda writing with my fingers. I normally don't write this short, either. Simon Blackquill meeting Simon Keyes in prison was just an idea I had, and I looked to see that nobody had done it yet (unless they had and didn't tag it with the names), so I had to do it.