Then and Now

I don't really know where I am gonna go with this story. The story stemmed from the name Vitaly, and that I got from Lord of War. Jared Leto is so fucking hot! But anyways, if i get any response from this story I will write more. So, here it is:

Six days, and two hours. Which would make... a hundred and forty six hours. Vitaly taps his boots on the brick wall, him laying on his back and scooted up next to the wall. He dangles his pocket watch on its chain over his face, watching it sway back and forth. Twenty more minutes and it will be a hundred and forty seven. Christ.
The heavy metal door to his cell rattles, and the hinges groan as it swings inwards. In steps Captain Renard. A tall, blonde haired man with black eyes and a wicked sense of humor. Vitaly had been on the reciveing end of that humor many times over his stay.
"Captain," Vitaly greets the man, but keeps his eyes on the swinging watch. So soothing.
"Having fun?" the captain asks and Vitaly snorts.
"Loads. I was just thinking I've been here for a hundred and forty six hours. The time just flies by," with that Vitaly makes a fluttering motion with his hand. Sacrasm drips from his words.
"Being a smartass today, are we?"
"I thought you liked it when I was?" Vitaly makes it a question, and sits up. He stuffs the watch into his boot and stares up at the captain. "So, how much longer are they going to keep me here? I'm going bug fuck crazy. Pretty soon I'm going to be hanging from the ceiling like a chimp."
The captain smiles, bright white with a crooked front tooth. "I'd like to see that, but I'm not sure how you would do it."
Vitaly glances at the ceiling, and his lips twitch. Smooth brick, with tiny cracks. Not much of a finger hold. "I bet I could figure out a way. I'm the famous Lucio Vitaly Blackstone, after all."
"It's nice to see that you haven't lost you ego," says the captain with a dry tone. He crouches down in front of Vitaly and sweeps his eyes over the prisoner. Vitaly's clothes had been worn before, but now they hung like rags off his thin frame. Vitaly wasn't a big man to start out with, being cooped up didnt seem to agree with him.
"Ego? Me? Please, I don't have an ego," says Vitaly, but his smile is weak.
"Your prince is still unhappy with you. He wants you to accept the postion he's offering," says the captain. He drops down from his crouch, and sits with his legs crossed in front of Vitaly.
Vitaly rolls his eyes and leans back against the wall. "The prince is a little bitch, and he wants me to clean up his messes for him. I don't kill people any more. Not even for him."
The captain jolts, eyes wide. Vitaly sees this and laughs. Bitterly. "What? His Royal Highness didn't tell you that?" Vitaly gave out a bark of laughter again.
"No," the captain chokes out, "he didn't."
"Thats not suprising. It can't be something he's proud of," Vitaly says, and stares at the ground with furrowed brows. The captain sighs.
"I'm sorry I can't be of any help."
Vitaly shrugs. "Its not your problem. Funny thing is, is I go straight, and I get in trouble for it. Bloody well figures." Vitaly nudges the captain's knee with a toe and dredges up a smile. "Anyways. Did you bring the cards? Penny a point?"
The captain brandishes the cards from the inside pocket of his coat, and aims his own smile at Vitaly. "Bring it on."