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Post by lucasross on Dec 18, 2009 11:28:02 GMT -5
This was only Lucas's third day in his new "home" but it felt more like weeks. It would take eternity to try to get used to the idea of never being allowed to reach the drunken and careless bliss. There wouldn't be a miracle that would get him out of this place. His mind and body were protesting strongly against the lack of alcohol in his system, he can't remember the last time that he'd been completely sober for this long.
He wasn't interested in joining some of the inmates in the exercise yard so instead he stood back far away from them and hid his trembling hands in his orange trousers's pockets, taking a deep breath to let the fresh air fill his lungs. Although he seemed to be the only UK bloke he didn't feel like an outsider because of it at all, at least he didn't admit this. Even when he could hear a random mocking voice making fun of his accent or shooting stereotypical jokes against his nationality. He wasn't that easily offended, he only returned the insults with a witty comment of his own or sometimes he didn't even bother to do this, instead he only chuckled and ignored the smartasses. He wasn't afraid of those idiots, he was only amused.
Lucas's face became blank when the events from three days ago hit his thoughts again on full force. It felt surreal and it was easier to ignore it as a nightmare. It didn't matter anymore whether he had really done it or not. He was stuck here now without a second chance to convince the judge to change his mind. He started to convince himself that he was a murderer. Forgetting the depressing thoughts, the inmate started to pace back and forth, starting to look bored at the lack of action and booze.
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Post by Connor Hogan on Dec 20, 2009 18:10:33 GMT -5
The prison yard was one of Connor's least favorite places to be in the prison. Well, not that he liked any of the places, but the prison yard was where most of the action took place. Normally the prison guards loved the action, always wanting to beak up a fight. But not Connor. He always seemed to get beat up pretty bad while stopping a fight, and he just didn't see how any of the other guards could like it. Some guards even tried provoking a fight. But Connor usually tried his best to stay away from the fights. It usually didn't happen though, as he seemed to always be put in the certain spots were fights are most likely to happen. Like the prison yard. "Ah hell why me?" Connor said as he walked down the prison halls, headed towards the prison yard.
Earlier that day was a perfect example of how Connor always seemed to become the target once he tried stopping a fight. He could be very aggressive with the inmates, but he usually wasn't unless they really pissed him off. That day hadn't been too bad so far, other then the fight. Which hadn't been too big of a fight, Connor had gotten rammed into the wall, the wind being knocked out of him, and his head slamming against the hard wall. He had recovered from that pretty quickly, and had pushed the inmate onto the ground, and had slammed his knee in their back, pinning them down. A couple of the other guards had then appeared, and had helped Connor get the inmates away from each other. Still, Connor had suffered from worse damage before.
Soon Connor was done thinking about his day, as he walked onto the prison yard. He slowly walked as he looked around at all the inmates, making sure they got along. He never understood why they fought, it just made life on them harder. But he really didn't care, just wished they would stop fighting back once he tried to stop them. Connor then sighed and shook his head, as his attention was then turned towards a certain inmate, who was far away from the other ones, pacing back and forth. Connor walked up to then, then hollered at them. "Hey! Is everything alright?" Connor asked. Not that he cared too much, he had learned to just do his job and not get too close to the inmates. But he had to ask anyways. Connor soon walked up to the inmate, and just watched as they paced back and forth.
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Post by bella on Dec 20, 2009 18:43:06 GMT -5
Bella was having one of her usual mornings, she had been sick for a week. It took a lot out of her but she was getting there. She decided to walk outside a little bit, there was a prisoner there she was worried about. Lucas Ross was the kids name, she saw something in him no one did. With a kindness in her eyes she headed for the yard. She watched as many of the prisoners working out, but as she walked she saw them looking at her. She was a woman warden, which was why she had a tazer gun that is hidden. In the distance she thought she saw Connor, she had a huge crush on him, but she played it like she always did, with a sigh she got right up to him.
She stopped for a moment, she saw people looking at Lucas and Connor. Bella had a very bad feeling about this, she walked a bit faster and finally she got over to the two of them. She knew he was going through withdrawal and she had to help him through it. She sighed.
"Hey Connor..." She said kindly, then she looked at Lucas. Her heart went out to him, she liked him very much. She looked at him and hugged him.
"Hi Lucas" She said kindly. Looking around she couldn't help but smile at them. She couldn't believe what she was about to do. It could get her fired and put in prison herself. But she had to do something for him. She took a small bottle out of her pocket.
"Here you requested this bottle of water" She said and winked at him hoping he would know it was booze. She looked up at Connor. "And how are we doing hmm?" She smiled.
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Post by lucasross on Dec 20, 2009 19:02:20 GMT -5
Lucas flinched as he heard Connor's voice and saw him approaching. He kept his shaky hands hidden in his pockets so he wouldn't seem too weak and an easy target for some of the inmates staring at him at that moment. "Yea, never better," he told the guard and ignored the stares from the other inmates. "How come you don't have a bar in this place?" He joked around, although he loved the idea of getting wasted each night again. A smile appeared on his face as he saw the beautiful female guard approaching them swiftly. He had kept it a secret but he had fallen for this Bella woman. He would never tell this to the other inmates so he won't give them a reason to give him a beating.
He was surprised as she gave him the caring hug, his heart jumped slightly and he hugged her back carefully, although he knew that they were being stared at and probably mocked already.
"Hi, Bella," he replied and hid his hands in his pockets again. His smile widened as she gave him the bottle and winked at him. He was confused at her kindness towards him, after the brutal crime that he had committed he wasn't expecting this sort of treatment especially not from one of the guards who he'd considered as his worst enemies. He really started to like this Bella. "Cheers," he said with his British accent and hid the bottle before the other inmates would see it and get another motive to attack him with their fists.
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Post by Connor Hogan on Dec 20, 2009 19:16:21 GMT -5
Connor had spotted the inmate that was off by himself, and had walked over to him, asking him if he was alright. Usually the inmates were in different groups together. It seemed as if they were in a high school, where everyone was in a certain group, and had a certain status. Connor still didn't understand it, and didn't think he would. As he stopped near the inmate, the inmate spoke, saying everything was okay. Connor slowly nodded his head, eyeing the inmate, trying to figure out why he was off by himself. Connor's eyebrows rose when the inmate asked why they didn't have a bar in the prison. "Uh. Well. It's a prison. They aren't supposed to have bars" Connor said, not really knowing what to say, so gave a pretty stupid answer. He continued looking at the guy, and was about to take another step towards him, when a woman walked up to them. At first he didn't know who she was, as his back was to her, and his attention was towards the inmate. But she then spoke, and Connor slowly turned his head to look at her. He immediately reconizged her as the warden. "Oh. Uh hi." He said when she greeted him. He then took a step back from the inmate, so she didn't think he was about ready to attack the guy.
Connor hadn't planned on attacking the guy, as he usually only fought back when he was really pissed off. The guy hadn't done anything to piss Connor off, at least not yet. So Connor looked from the warden, then at the inmate, then back at the warden when she then spoke to the inmate, calling him 'Lucas'. Connor then scratched his head as he stood there awkwardly, not knowing if he should leave them to talk, or to continue standing there in case the guy decided to attack the warden. The warden then pulled a bottle out of her pocket, and Connor stared at it, as she handed it to the inmate. She claimed it was water, but Connor was confused as to why she would walk all that way, just to give an inmate some water. The inmate took the bottle, and hid it away. "Oh uh hey, do you mind if I have a sip of that? I'm pretty thirsty and well.. I really don't wanna walk all the way to the kitchen to get some water" Connor asked, pretty suspicious of it. He knew he could kick himself for being suspicious of the warden, but he still couldn't help it.
The warden then looked at Connor, asking him how he was doing. "I've been alright. Not too many fights to break up today, but the last one left me with a massive headache" He said as he rubbed his forehead. He was still glad he hadn't been beat up too bad, as each day he had to worry about it.
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Post by bella on Dec 20, 2009 19:47:14 GMT -5
She sighed a little bit, she heard what Connor said "I came here to help really, he is going through withdrawal from booze. There is no doctor to help him, so I gave him what he craves. " She said simply, admitting to Connor it wasn't water. She took out another bottle water and handed it to him. "There is a special program you have to be in Lucas, it will help. I could get fired if anyone knew what i was doing, but you can't go through withdrawal alone. it would kill you" She admitted yet again, she crossed her arms and looked around. Seeing these people made her nervous some what.
"Hey Connor, you have an ear to the ground, do you know of any problems. I see them today and I get a very bad feeling. Maybe its just stress, who the hell knows" Bella asked, she had to know ahead before anyone else. She was small and could easily get hurt. She sighed.
"This place is changing, but oh well" She looked back at Connor. "You ok?"
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Post by lucasross on Dec 20, 2009 20:07:48 GMT -5
Lucas frowned at the words 'special program'. Before his prison time even the thought of those kind of programs made him sick in his mouth. In his mind he didn't have a problem with booze, for him it wasn't a problem to enjoy life in his own way. Which made him loath the fact that he was now stuck here behind bars and had to choose between becoming sick because of the lack of booze in his system or entering this special program against his own will and principles. Either way he was going to face difficult times.
He let the two wardens speak with each other and for a moment turned his attention to a small group in the distance who had been staring at him for a long while now which caused him to be alert. He really wasn't in a mood for any fights or mockery that day. He stopped staring at the group and returned his attention to the prison staff and their chatting. Bella looked really worried and stressed. Lucas could probably tell her about things that he'd witnessed but that wouldn't make him too popular among other prisoners. His life would become hell for the rest of his prison days.
So instead he kept his mouth shut tightly and let the two wardens keep talking to each other.
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Post by Connor Hogan on Dec 20, 2009 20:19:43 GMT -5
Connor raised an eyebrow at what the warden said. "You gave him alcohol?" he asked as he stared at her, then slowly looked towards the guy. The warden then handed Connor a bottle of water, and Connor slowly took it, not wanting to admit that the only reason why he had asked for the guys drink, was because he wanted to see what it really was. The warden then spoke to the guy, and Connor just looked around. He noticed a group of inmates staring at them, and he glanced at them, but then turned his attention back towards the woman and the man. "I uh.. Think he needs to go to that uh..program, rather then you giving him alcohol" Connor simply said, even though it really was none of his business. The warden then spoke to Connor, and he looked at her. "Oh. Uh. Well each of them causes their own trouble. I haven't noticed a certain one causing more trouble then the other though. They all fight the same way. Attacking each other, then going after me when I try to break em up" Connor said as he shook his head thinking back to the fight earlier that day. He rubbed his forehead again, as the headache was still there. "Hm? Oh I'm fine. Just this damn headache. It got worse as I walked over here" He said still rubbing his head.
As Connor continued rubbing his head, a group of prisoners decided to casually make their way towards Connor and the other two. Connor pretended not to notice them, as he looked back up at the warden. "So uh. About that.. uh. Bottle. Your not gonna do that again, are you?" Connor asked her, but as he spoke his attention had been turned towards the group of inmates as they made their way closer to them. Connor then looked at the warden. "I think.. We have some trouble makers back there" Connor said as he glanced back at the inmates. He didn't want them knowing Connor had noticed them, as he was sure they would try starting trouble if they knew. He hoped they would go about their business, when they realized Connor, the warden, and the other inmate weren't threatened by them.
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Post by james on Feb 8, 2010 20:07:11 GMT -5
It was another beautiful day. Though he did see dark mysterious clouds off in the distance. Unsure of what they could be, rain perhaps. The weather man did say something about a storm brewing. Getting up and out of his office, he grabbed his keys and headed out into one of the halls and started walking down one of them. Looking into the cells, seeing the inmates talking to one another and then pushed open one of the doors to the court yard.
Taking a deep sigh, he looked up at the blue sky and then looked at the inmates around him. He did not like being alone with them at times because he has gotten attacked by them lately. James then continued walk around. He noticed a few people and he wondered up to the group. "Good Morning Gentleman" he said softly standing behind Connor and stared at Lucas. Unsure of what else to say next. "How are we today?"
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Post by danny on Feb 9, 2010 7:54:30 GMT -5
Danny stood, shrouded in the coner. This place had been his home for two days and he was in more trouble than you would expect; he'd smacked a inmates face off one of the rails, and he had attacked a guard and gave him a broken arm. Nobody liked him, they believed he was a killer. A useless murderer, but that was only the staff. The inmates were scared for their own lives, afraid to get to close. After hearing some UK insults, Danny made his way towards them. He grabbed the ring leader from behind into the shadows, and the next time he came out, he had a broken arm, and enough bruises and blood to make someone throw up.
He appeared strolling down the courtyard, getting glances from every inmate. He looked to the group and silently put a hand over a officer's shoulder, grinning at him in a manic expression. And looked to Lucas, "Hey, by the way, your not the only UK guy around." Danny winked as he moved back a little, removing his arms in a relaxed manner.
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Post by lucasross on Feb 9, 2010 17:32:47 GMT -5
Lucas examined both of the new arrivals with his eyes before carefully nodding a "hello" to them, especially to this other British inmate, he had never spoken with this guy before so he had no idea that there was another UK bloke around. "That's a relief," he said with a slightly hoarse voice, he was craving for some booze more and more. Anything that would take his mind off of the present. He told himself to stay cautious near this other British inmate who was obviously brutally violent. Lucas wasn't innocent at all either obviously, but still he always told himself to stay alert near the more violent types. Those who were more violent than him.
He turned to the other arrival, the guard, with a neutral look. "How are we? Craving for some alcohol into our veins, that's how," he frowned and stared away from the group, still hiding his trembling hands in his pockets. If he saw anyone with an inviting bottle at that moment he would have without a doubt stolen it with a little help from his fists.
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Post by Connor Hogan on Feb 9, 2010 18:54:50 GMT -5
As Connor looked around, a couple more people had joined him, and the inmate he had been talking to. "Hello. I'm.. doing alright at the moment. At least till a fight breaks out here" Connor said to the other prison guard who had joined the group, and had asked Connor, and the other inmate how they were doing. The other person who had joined them, was another inmate, and he seemed to think it was alright to put his arm on Connor's shoulder. Connor eyed the guys hand for a moment, then looked up at the guys face, when he spoke. The inmate seemed to be talking to the other inmate though, and he moved his hand off of Connor's shoulder before Connor was able to do anything. Connor simply brushed his shoulder off, and looked around.
The first inmate, Lucas, then answered the other guards question on how they were doing. Connor raised his eyebrows at him, then looked at the other guard. "I'm not craving alcohol" He said to him. Connor then scratched his head, and looked around. The group of inmates that had been walking towards them, saw the other two join Connor and Lucas, and changed their mind and began walking the other way. Connor watched them for a few seconds, then shook his head. They seemed like they had wanted to cause trouble, but wimped out at the last second. Connor then turned his attention towards the other guard, and the two inmates. "So what are we all up to?" Connor asked, raising an eyebrow at them.
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Post by danny on Feb 17, 2010 9:59:29 GMT -5
Danny looked awkwardly at the guard, he asked how Danny. Was, and the funny thing was, Danny wasn't going to answer. "Why should I speak to you pig?" Danny's smile turned into a creepy grin, his english accent creeping through. And this other inmate, this guy looked like he was about to faint. He was craving something, and around this place it was either drink or drugs. Either way, it was a path into the slammer. Danny had been sentenced here for a more, honourable reason. Any other prison wouldn't take him, his violent way always causing trouble. Anywhere they sent him, he'd either almost kill an inmate or guard. Either way they deserved it.
And as Danny slowly realised, by looking at this inmate again. He seemed to be a little 'afraid' of Danny. I wonder why Danny thought, and another grin spread across his face. "Craving alcohol are we? And also, don't wet your pants every time you see somebody like me, because some of us aint that bad. Are we." Danny glared at the pig, the guard. And raising his arm slowly, he lifted his middle finger, cursing the pig. But on his knuckles, blood was smeared, and it wasn't his. He wasn't hurt, and he hadn't been touching somebody to 'help' them in a medical way. More of a teach-you-a-lesson type of way.
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