IC: Mr.Masta then heard another knock. "open" he said, letting in whoever was on the other side. "how goes everything captain?"

When Frank arrived at the cafeteria, he noticed Azkiz was sleeping on the job again. Frank walked over and knocked him on the head with his baton. "It least sleep in the barracks, then you'll be doing some form of guarding."
Frank also noticed a mudokon inmate standing just outside the cafeteria. He walked outside. "Hey, chow hall is closed, comeback at lunch."

IC: Forret entered, listened to what Mr. Masta told him, and began picking up the paperwork from the floor. He dared not moan whilst in the presence of the warden, after all, Forret had been working as janitor in District C for a long time, and was too old to get a new job if he was sacked. He heard another knock on the door as he was tidying up the papers, and ignored Mr. Masta's reply.

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Rallin spotted the guard (Frank) walking his way, and watched as he entered the cafeteria and spoke to Azkiz. The guard turned towards him and told him to leave. It was now or never, if he wanted to extend his prison sentence. A simple hold up would do, nothing too serious.

Thinking on his feet, he replied to Frank with "Oh, sorry sir. I'll just get my lighter, i left it on the table just there." And with that, he walked past Frank and behind him. As quick as a flash, he pulled out his sharpened shiv and held it to Frank's throat from behind. Azkiz was there, but Rallin didn't care. 'He's useless anyway.' He thought, and then said into Frank's ear "I don't smoke, heh heh. Now you're gonna play along with this, and give me what i want, understand?"

OOC: If you have a problem with this mr.odd, just let me know and I'll change it. You can always get out of the situation, if you don't want to go along with it.

IC: Frank was pretty pissed at the situation right now. he still had his baton in his hand, but one wrong move and it's over. "Your gonna pay for this. what are your demands?"
OOC: i got no problem with it.

IC: Lubbent was bored of lying on his bed ataring at the ceiling, and slowly sinking into madness. It was time to cause even more mayhem. But where to start? The cafeteria was probrably empty now, the courtyard wasn't an ideal place to make a lot of trouble in, but it wasn't as desolate as the cafeteria would be. He chose the courtyard. Running, he hoped he wouldn't run into Scream again. That would have been a really big problem. Thankfully, he didn't. It wasn't so hard seeing as wherever Scream had gone, there was a trail of slop. Nearly at the courtyard, he noticed four of the inhabitants of the courtyard were headed for the barracks. 'Not if I get thar first to have a bit of fun before thay do.' Thought Lubbent deciding upon the act he would pull this time. He could blame this on the 'Riot', so in theory, he had this under control. As long as nobody was there. Running even faster, he raced past the group as he headed for the barracks.

Azkiz woke up with a yelp from his rather short sleep, falling off his seat and planting his slimy face right onto the slimy floor. He had tossed up his UZI into the air out of fright, and it plummeted right back onto the Musklum's shellhood "Huh? Hey! .... What?" Azkiz looked up to see Frank. Sheesh. Rotten Wolvark scum. Hitting him on the head with his baton for SLEEPING?! Well, lucky for himself, his typical Musklum shellhood made the damage quite a small one. Azkiz's sudden reaction was more or less out of suprise, rather than pain. Anyhow, the Musklum picked himself up off the floor.

"Hey! Woah woah woah, Frank! I wuz jus' guarding da cafeteria! That's all! What made ya tink I was sleepin?" But by the time he looked back at the stupid Wolvark, he noticed some reeally short Mud boy next to him .... with a shank or somethin'. "Hahahaaa ..." Azkiz said with a weak, cracking laugh. He saw as that midget Mud whispered something into the Wolvark's ears, forcing another dumb reply out of Frank's flabby mouth. "Hey Frank. Is dat a small tumor, or is dat yer date? Haha! Oh Odd! I love ma jokes!" He sarcastically cracked, putting much emphasis on the word "SMALL".
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Ly angrily looked over at that other Mudokon inmate (Noah). She felt like putting in her casual girly yelling and eye-clawing, but, perhaps she could just mess around with this loser. " Oh. Are you threatening a lil' girl like me?" the Mud girl said with a fake yet glowing smile, and innocent blinkin of her eyes. Just keep talkin' stupid mud boy ... jus' keep talkin' .... That's when Ly looked over and saw a Wolvark zoom past the group.

Bonest was about to make his move when he saw a Wolvark run past. He went back into the shadows and tried to remain calm. Looked down at his watch and hoped someone else would come along and be his backup.

Noah sighed, "Naw babe. Just teasing". Treat girls nice, that's his philosophy. Anyway, what was this Mongo feller gonna do at the barracks? Nothing dangerous he hoped. If it was, He was going to get the heck outta there ASAP, friends or no friends. Someone was about to make a move, Noah could feel it.

OOC: Azkiz's remarks made me laugh, Chronicler. i like him already.

IC: Forret finished picking up the paperwork, not caring how official they may be, and walked over to the filing cabinet. He looked behind him, to ensure Mr. Masta was not looking, and stuffed them in the top drawer without any consideration as to what order they may have had to go in. 'Maybe next time he'll think twice before asking me to do paperwork' he thought to himself, and he turned to face Mr. Masta behind the desk. "Anything else, warden?" he said in his old, slightly wavering, voice.

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Rallin heard every one of Azkiz's words, and felt outraged by them. "Odd damn it!" He shouted, shooting a look at Azkiz whilst keeping his shiv pressed against the wolvark's neck. "Gimme your damn uzi, ASSkiss, before i spurt your mate's blood up the damn walls!"

Rallin knew he hadn't got it in him to kill someone. Not with a shiv, anyway, it was too gory. But maybe with a gun. Now wasn't the time for that anyway, he just wanted an extended sentence, and had seemed to remembered that he could receive the death sentence for killing a guard.

OOC: God, too many posts that I had to read Dx. Internet wasn't working for the past few days.

IC

Ziglet gave a salute to Mr. Masta and said "Well sir, one of the guards found a Class 2 drug in a inmate's cell." he dropped the bag on the warden's desk, along with the scribbled cell number.

Mongo looked over to the two arguing mudokons, "Shut it! Keep watch and tell us if anyone is coming!" he said in a threatening whisper to the two of them. Kreda waved her hand for Mongo to step forward and he kicked the barracks door open.

After the wood splinters scattered across the room, Kreda pulled out a handful of fireworks and stuck them to her lighter, then threw them into the barracks and shouted loudly, "RUN!" and her and Mongo rushed back towards the courtyard, not waiting for the others.

Wevar found what he wanted. He put a dime in the drinks machine and got an orange can with the letters FFS on it. He opened the can and took a sip.

Bonest was eyeing this new group carefully, as he watched the group, Noah turned around and their eyes met. Neither of them made a move, they just waited and tried to see what would happen next. Noah almost died from fits of laughter. 'Ruddy fireworks?! I thought it was gonna be an arson attack or something'. Noah tried to contain himself as he left the scene, tears in his eyes from the joy and relief.

Bonest sighed quietly and uncocked his pistol. 'Darned fools, playing a practical joke. Thank Ode that no-one's sleeping in there. They should have picked night-time'. Bonest sighed and walked to the cells once more.

IC: Mr. Masta looked at Forret. "Go ahead and take five Forret." He then looked at the cell numbers. "interesting...drugs and other goods have been found on this block before. Somehow, someone is getting supplies from an unknown source. Find out who, then bring them to me." Mr.Masta laid back in his chair. "Dismissed."

Frank was getting nervous, Azkiz was the only one who could help him. which meant Frank was doomed. unless he could reason, or better yet, threaten him. he pulled one of his grenades off his belt. it was just simple snooze gas, but he knew Rallin didn't know that. "alright mud, you got to the count of three to let me go, or i drop this tear gas on us both. Also Azkiz, go get help before i chuck this your head." he put one finger on the pin. "tell ya what, you let go and I'll make sure your punishment is only ten more years."

IC

Ziglet gave another salute to Mr. Masta and left the room, walking back towards the barracks. Before he walked into the barracks, he saw in the distance fleeing forms. Hmmm, wonder why they are running, he thought. He shrugged and walked into the barracks, noticing the splintered door with a raised eyebrow. Then he looked into the room, and there were small pops and booms from fireworks. Few, no bombs atleast....He drifted into thoughts as he saw one of the sparks from the fire works catch aflame a bed sheet, which then started burning the bed down. Ziglet spun around and ran out, noticing the form of Bonest, creeping in a corner, and rushed over to him. "What the hell is going on in the barracks?!?!!?" he asked with rising panic. "The barracks is gonna burn soon if we don't get some water buckets over here!"

Kreda looked backwards after the distinct sound of something burning and looked over to the two mudokons and said, "Not really funny now is it, chuckles? And you thought it was just fire works.. Those were some expensive fire works. Most of the barracks should be burned to tinders in no time." she said, and rounded a corner to the cells.

Mongo silently chuckled to himself, following Kreda to the cells. "Well, I'm not going to be surprised if Ziglet has anything highly flammable in there. Those confiscated cigars'll probably be the death of all the guards." he said, continuing to walk along side the two other mudokons behind Kreda.

OOC: Sorry, couldn't resist posting. I wanted to make Noah seem like a complete idiot before all the others started posting. x]

IC: Forret's dull eyes lit up when he heard the Warden tell him to 'take five'. "Thank you very much, Warden! Just call if you need anything else." He said, much in contrast to his previous mood and what he was thinking, having found a new respect for Mr. Masta. He strolled out of the Warden's office, past the saluting guard, ensuring he had his broom in hand, and made for the laundry room, where he often went to relax during breaks.

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Rallin did not notice Frank move his hand to the tear gas canister, he was too busy giving Azkiz a death stare. Once Frank had told him what he was going to do, it was too late to stop him; he already had his finger in the pull ring. a slight move and he'd be on the floor crying like a baby.

"Sh*t!" He said, knowing his chances of an extended sentence had been vanquished. But then Frank told him he would only give him 10 years if he let him go. Without moving his shiv-wielding hand from the wolvark's neck, he thought for a few seconds. He had got lucky, and if he agreed to this, and made out he didn't want to stay longer, the guard was sure to make him serve a long sentence for his actions. After all, all guards were the same, he'd learnt that from previous convictions.

"Fine." Rallin sighed, letting go of Frank but trying to keep the sound of joy from his voice. "Gimme the best you got. And YOU," He said, turning to to Azkiz. "You better hope i aint in here for a long time, i'm not gonna forget what you said, pal."

Bonest sighed, "Come on Sir, it's just a few fireworks". He was already walking to the barracks and whipped the blanket off the bed, stamping out the fire easily with his mechanical leg. He opened the window and the strong gusts of wind blew out all of the active flames. "There, no problem". Bonest closed the window. Quite a few pieces of paper had blown around thanks to the window. "Oops, I'd better fix that". He started picking up the pieces of paper and putting them back in order.

Azkiz lazilly watched, his eyes still bulging, as that short Mud put his weapon off of Frank's wolvark neck. So then, it looks like he won't have to get help after all. Which is actually a good thing since Azkiz would more likely fall asleep before he could reach any other guard. Anyhow, the Musklum was unethusiastically happy that Frank was unharmed. Although, it does make himself wonder why he just didn't shoot at the little mud in the first place ... The Musklum chuckled when he heard Rallin's little threat. "OH what? Y-you ... YOU won't forget MY joke?! Geeze! I must be one funny guy!" The Musklum sarcastically cracked and bowed to the short Mud. "Tank ya! Glad ya liked da show!"
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Ly, going along with the rest of the inmate group, was amused by the fireworks. Well, atleast this would piss off alot of guards. Maybe it could drastically weaken .... WEAKEN them?! Ly just realized ... maybe this problem could distract a large, or atleast half, amount of prison guards here. This all just leads up to one great escape by Ly the Mudokon! Maybe even Azkiz will lose it! Before, he'd always somehow catch her, but maybe without his bed, he'd break down! Ly quickly zoomed over towards Mongo and Kreda, ignoring Noah, and spoke out. "THANK YOU!"

IC: Frank reattached the grenade back to his belt. He then pulled out his pistol and pointed it at the mud. “Alright, start moving to the wardens office.” Frank then looked at Azkiz. “If it’s possible, tell Ziglet to meet us in the wardens office.”

Taze could see papers and smoke flying out of a window. Taze decided to collect the papers to see if they were of any importance. So far they were just boring report papers. But one was the guards computer passwords. Taze decided to hold on to the password sheet. But he made his way to the barracks to give the guards back their boring reports.

IC: Lubbent reached the barracks and noticed something peculiar. It was on fire. There were guards nearby, so Lubbent figured it was under control. But this was horrid. Somebody had caused so much trouble without him even being a part of it. He would get the people who did this. And let them know who caused trouble around here. 'Wait, whurt am I thinkin'? Why shood I go after them? If anythin', this is useful. Trouble comes up, but this time it ain't me. I can just blame them frum now on.' Thought Lubbent. Though he was still angry at not having arrived in time. Deciding it was best to stick around and tell the guards that this time it really wasn't him, he went over to Ziglet. "Sir, my repurtation round 'ere isn't good, but this wasn't me. It musta' bin the riot I was goin' on about earlier." He said, incorporating some his story into it.

IC: Forret arrived at the laundry room and sat down on an upside down bucket. He placed his broom up against the wall and leaned back, ready for sleep.

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Rallin heard Azkiz's reply, but didn't have time to answer when the wolvark he had been threatening spun around and pointed a pistol in his face. He told him to move to the wardens office, and Rallin obliged, but not before he stuck his middle finger up to Azkiz on his way out.

If all else failed, he could start trouble in the Warden's office to extend his sentence, he thought. But Ziglet would be better trained than these other guards, and would probably easily take him down. He trudged up the corridor anyway.

IC

"Oh...It looked alot bigger from my perspective.." Ziglet said, rubbing his hand up and down his neck. "Ah gosh, some of the papers were burnt. And out the window? Great." he said, then turned around to see Lubbent. "I never said it was you, so I suggest getting lost 'afore I find a reason to beat you again. And you." he said, turning to Taze, grabbing the papers. "Thanks." he flipped through the reports and walked over to a cabinet and put them inside.

Kreda sighed. "Ah crap. They are already putting it out. Didn't give it time to grow and feed." she said, shrugging her shoulders. "And no need for yelling, girl. I can hear you just fine." she said to Ly. "Gosh, people these days, yelling on other peoples ears...." she continued to mutter to herself.

"Gah. We need a better time to burn something at. Either that or eh...." he said, looking up as if the cieling had the word that he was thinking of written on it. "Oh well. I'm going back to my cell, maybe get some early sleep." He gave a short wave to Kreda then split off from the group of mud's and went to his cell.

Kreda leaned against the closest wall and took out a lighter, flipping it on and off and on and off. "Well, anyone got any ideas on what to do?" she said, looking at Noah and Ly.

IC: Frank and Rallin arrived at the Wardens office. Frank knocked on the door to see if the Warden was in there. suddenly the doors opened, so Frank pushed Rallin in. Mr.Masta was still laying back in his chair, still puffing on his cigar. "this better be important. So, what do want?" Frank stepped in the room. " This prisoner here, just tried to get the jump on me. Lucky for me, i was able to get myself out of the situation." The Warden was not impressed or surprised at all. It was like he seen this many times before, which was probably the truth. "Well then Mud, do you have anything to say for yourself?"

Taze just shrugged and walked away. on the way out he tapped the Wovlark on the shoulder, then gave a follow me expression.

IC: Forret finished his break and headed to the cafeteria again, to see if the mess that Azkiz was supposed to clean up was still there. He reached it to find Azkiz with a smirk on his face. "What you so happy about?" He asked as he cleaned up the broken radio.

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Rallin arrived at the Warden's office and repiled to Mr. Masta "Well, i would have killed him, if he hadn't of been so sneaky. Will this give me a longer sentence?" He asked hopefully, secretly tucking the shiv into the back of his trousers.

Azkiz looked down at the oldtiming Mud janitor, cleaning up the musklum's broken radio. "Heeey ... I fergot about dat!" If he truly cared tho ... then he showed a very sloppy, bad impression of it. "Anyhoo. I was jus' havin' fun watchin' some uddah crazy inmate try and hold dat jackass Frank hostage." Azkiz almost chuckled to himself. "B't don't worry yerself, Hotcakes. Everything's taken care of. I'm even supposed ta get help!" But of course, the Musklum wasn't gonna do anything anytime soon.
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Ly completley ignored the others of the group. Now was the chance to flee! Perhaps not enough guards were distracted, but still quite a number of them! "See ya never!" Ly cracked and zoomed her way out of the courtyard ... aiming for freedom.

IC: Lubbent would usually have taken this as an opportunity to do something disrespectful, but decided that Ziglet would be so worked up by now, that it was time to behave. Nodding his head, he then power-walked to catch up. "So where're we goin'?" Asked Lubbent in a perfectly curious voice.

IC: Mr.Masta almost laughed at the question. "you just tried to escape by taking a guard hostage, there's no way I'm gonna let you slide by. if i remember right, it's about 9 or 10 years."

Taze kept walking to the courtyard. Making sure no guards were around to here. "Do you think you can steal the confiscation box in the barracks?"

IC

Ziglet walked down the hallways of the prison, and saw a mudokon girl running towards the courtyard. Inmates these day, jeez....He continued walking then turned into the barracks and into his office, and rested his metallic legs on his desk.

Kreda didn't give Ly a second glance and said, "Whatever." then looked over to Noah. "Well. Anything?" she asked him.

Mongo lay on his under-sized bed, putting his hands behind his head and closed his eyes, going deep into sleep.

IC: Lubbent had received similar requests before, but most of that was taking from other inmates. Not other guards. This would be harder, but if it worked, the results would be so chaotic, that every guard would have to go searching for the one who had it. Lubbent wanted nothing more than to say yes, but he wasn't about to do this kind of thing without some sort of payment. "What'sit pay?" Asked Lubbent in nearly a whisper. He was hoping for something like no punishment for a few weeks. Or better food for a while. Something like that would just be great. Anxiously, he waited for a reply.

Wevar was bored, time to walk to the barracks. Meanwhile, Bonest was organizing some of the loose papers on the floor. Wevar opened the door, "Hiya Bonest, any trouble?". Bonest shrugged, "Just a mud with a sparky-sparky, nothing major sir". Wevar smiled, "Heh, reminds me of my first week. Every night a damned mud threw one into the barracks. It wasn't until the seventh night that someone caught him. I'm telling you, he did not get a second chance". Bonest stood up, "Did they kill 'im?". Wevar nodded, "Eventually, first they slapped him around a bit... then they got really nasty". Bonest held up a hand, "Do I really want to hear any more of this?". Wevar smiled, "You're like me eh? Mudokons are a fickle bunch... While I'd like to leave them alone, sometimes they need a good slap to respect authority". He sighed, "Long story short, they beat the Mud to death with his own leg". Bonest grimaced, "And no-one ever threw a firework in again?". Wevar chuckled, "Are you dense? Of course they did! But we did get a few years of peaceful sleep if that's what you mean!". Wevar handed a coin to Bonest, "Come on kid, I'll get you a drink". Bonest nodded.

Noah shrugged, "Personally I'd like to do some sit-ups. I want to lose some of this fat around my stomach". Noah then started doing sit-ups in the middle of the courtyard. "I feel pretty good now. So, what are you in for?" (he asked this question to Ly).

IC: Forret chuckled to himself when Azkiz called him 'hotcakes', he didn't mind Azkiz and his quirks. It helped the time pass quicker in this dangerous place. He stood back up, stretching his bad back once he had finished clearing up the mess, and looked at the Musklum.

"Argh, if they got it under control i wouldn't bother. The Warden should be able to take care of it. Anyway, he can call him over the intercom if any trouble kicks off." Forret then placed his arms, folded, on top of the broom handle in a conversation pose. "What did this inmate look like? He wasn't new, was he?" He asked, enjoying the ability to shirk his work undetected.

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Rallin stood before the Warden, actually feeling a little ashamed for his actions; glukkons seemed to have that effect on him. He shuffled his feet and said "Sorry about that, sir. I spose i'll have to serve my time." He lied, quite convincingly. He then snapped out of it and turned behind him to face Frank. "Can we go now? Or have we gotta wait for this Ziglet fella?"

IC: Frank sighed. " I figured that lazy musklum wouldn't even tell Ziglet about this. oh well, just head back to the court yard."

Taze pulled out the password sheet. "If you do this, i'll toss some of these passwords your way. what do ya say?"

IC: Lubbent's eyes shimmered with glee when he saw a password list to who knows where in this prison. While everyone was asleep, he could sneak in and grab the best bits of food. While the warden was away, he could ransack the office he had. The possiblilities where nearly endless. This felt like stealing rather than negotiating to Lubbent. What was stealing a confiscation box to Lubbent compared to a list of passwords. This was going to be like swapping a crumb for a whole loaf of bread. "Alright then. Gimmee a week tops. I'll havit for ya soon." Said Lubbent.

IC

Ziglet walked to his office door and closed it, then slunk back inside and started searching through the confiscation box for something fun. After finding nothing of use, he took out his baton and started tossing it from hand to hand. "Odd, sometimes I think I should transfer to district B. Everything fun happens there."

Mongo turned and rolled in his bed, but he couldn't sleep. He grunted and got up and headed out the cell. He walked down the halls and to the courtyard, and sat down on one of the bench-tables, resting the palms under his hands and his elbows on the table. He looked around to see what everyone was doing. He saw a few inmates playing something like kick ball, but he was to lazy to get up and play.

Bonest put the coin in the machine. He pulled out a red can and drank from it. Wevar put his hand on Bonest's shoulder. "Can I ask you something". Bonest looked up, "Sir?". Wevar smiled, "You do remind me of myself when I first joined, tell me... what experience do you have with weapons?". Bonest looked at the can, "Not much sir... Most of it is just target practice at the moment. I train my body a few times a day and I'm starting to get the hang of the patrols". Wevar nodded, "You seem confident enough to do searches of the cells. Good job". Bonest smiled, "I'll stay out of trouble sir, don't worry". Wevar nodded, but he knew that Bonest would end up in trouble eventually... they always do.

OOC: Regarding message below, I'm awaiting Ly's response.

(OOC: Alex, why didn't you post as Noah? Dx And Ly ran off to the courtyard)

well I'm going on vacation which means I'm not going to be able to post till next Thursday.

(OOC: K, well just post a reply once you get back...Gosh, this is reminding me of my last RP....)

OOC: Am I sensing another RP collapse?

OOC: i hope not. also Forret is awaiting Azkiz's respone.

IC: Rallin didn't need telling twice, and sauntered to the courtyard, pretty pleased with his extended sentence. Inmates here had better get used to him. He walked into the courtyard and took a seat in the wooden bench he had sat on before, removing dirt from under his fingernails with his shiv.

(OOC: Alexfili, Ly ran off to the courtyard thinking of freedom and i'm pretty sure that she's not going to return just to answer noah's question)

IC: Kreda sighed and walked towards the barracks, forgetting about Noah. She walked through the open doorway of the barracks and towards Ziglet's office, opening the door. "Hi Zig." she said, sitting in one of the chairs in his office.
"Uhh.....Kreda, what the heck are you doing in my office?" Ziglet said in a confused voice.
"Bored. Can I have some of my confiscated stuff back?" she said in a normal tone, as if she were talking about the weather.
"Why would I give you back something that was confiscated? There was a reason in the first place that it was confiscated..." Ziglet said with a roll of his eyes.

Bonest finished his drink and placed the finished drink into a trash can. "I need to go and check on something, see you later Wevar". Wevar tipped his hat, "Later Bonest". Bonest proceeded to walk back to the cells. Wevar turned away and headed for Ziglet's office.

Noah waited for a while, but obviously that female mudokon was on another one of her ego trips. He sighed and proceeded to walk to his cell. He looked in the pillowcase, his shamen stick was still there, untouched. He put the stick back and then lay back on the bedsheets. "Feels a bit more comfortable today".

A knock was heard on the cell bars, Noah looked up to see Bonest there. Bonest smiled, "Hi. I wanted to talk about something". Noah stood up, "Yes sir?". Bonest proceeded to walk up to Noah and then opened the pillowcase. He pulled out the stick, "A shaman stick?". Noah nodded, "It's a relic from a lost tribe, very valuable and precious to me". Bonest sighed, "Technically it's not contraband... but...". He looked into Noah's eyes. This was a prisoner who didn't bother showing any kind of emotions when faced with danger. His gaze was fierce, overpowering... Bonest paused, "Well... You'd better keep it". He placed the stick back in the pillowcase.

Bonest smiled, "Oh yeah... don't worry about the fireworks thing, nothing was ruined. The culprits have been noted for future reference". Noah nodded, "Yes sir. Will that be all?". Bonest smiled, "Yes mister...", "Call me Noah". Bonest chuckled and left the cell., he headed for the courtyard.

Wevar knocked and opened the door to Ziglet's office. "Zig, found any info about that drug-dealin' guard? Bonest did a sweep of the cells before but didn't find anything in particular. Any leads?". He looked into the confiscation box and picked up a Class C drug. "Aaaah! Drugs! Just what I need to relax". He picked up the bag and pretended to sniff it, he then chuckled and put the bag down, "Just kidding!".

IC: It seemed the slig who needed the confiscation box was rather absent-minded at the moment, so Lubbent decided it was better to get on with the job. Decided it would be impossible to steal Ziglet's confiscation box, he would just take the one in the barracks. Hopefully, whatever the slig wanted, was in there. And maybe, he could find some of his stuff. Not that he had a lot of things. But some of the things he had pulled great pranks with were in there. It was time to pay them a visit, assuming the barracks was empty. A quick peek inside told him there wasn't. However, there were too many vigillant guards on duty in the courtyard at the moment, so it would have to wait a while. Pretending to be overly casual, he walked back to the cells whistling a happy tune as he went.

NEW PRISONER
 

Name: Gauntlet
Species:Glukkon
Age: 65 In Human Years
Gender: Male
Appearance: Gauntlet has very big muscles and height compared to other glukkons, his glowing eyes are sky blue and he is forced to wear a orange jumpsuit and laceless shoes. He has a scar going down his left eye.
Personality: Gauntlet is a clever and manipulative person, motivated by greed like most glukkon. He has the power of persuasion as well and is good at making friends in high places.
Equipment: He has his friends do his biding because he has no arms, although he does distribute alchohol and chill pills to other prisoners and stashes the profit.
History: A glukkon that got involved in the mafia lifestyle he is a made man and had got locked up for the killing of another glukkon when he didnt pay up. He is locked up for 45-to life and is working on his escape, being friends with the warden should help.