Life in Prison District C

[mr.odd]

yes

[Splat]

ooc: This may be tough since I'm not certain of what a Wolvark looks like (if anyone has a picture I would love a link).
Oddey, if you have any objection to any of this, let me know and I'll edit it.

IC:
Scream swung out an arm and grabbed the prisoner by the neck, applying his weight and forcing the old wolvark to his knees. "We haven't had much chance to get to know each other have we, Lub? So let me tell you something; you're a prisoner, and you're less than the guards. It's about time you stop pretending you're more than that. I don't want to see you causing trouble again cus we're all getting sick of it, and some of us have a shorter fuse than lover-boy Ziglet."

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Dulce had gone back to mostly ignoring everything while he stood there, but he happened to overhear the mud girl speaking, "The heck if I know. If only there was some fun stuff to do here. Ah, why couldn't I have been sent to an asylum. Atleast there they treat you nice."

He may have been introverted, but he wasn't a total brzstrk. Sometimes you had to warn people. "Huh, don't count on that," He called out to her, "Seriously, don't try and plead insanity to get out of here. I used to work for a law firm, and for every case we had of a jail bird trying to get into an asylum to escape prison, we had two nutters trying to plead sanity to escape the asylum. Vykkers have no more morals than sligs, but they have bigger needles and more imagination for where to point them."
Surprised by the length of his own speech, he looked away and shut up.


ooc: Scream is not someone you want to be alone with (though I really wish he had a gang to back him up ). I'm also seeing the error of putting a socially introverted character in an RPG; I might make a few subtle changes to Dulce's personality.

Oddey, as I said if you object to Scream's actions, let me know. He is being scary.

[mr.odd]

here you go splat

[Oddey]

OOC: I have no objection to Scream's actions. I hope you have no objection to Lubbent's.
IC: Lubbent had no chance whatsoever to block the oncoming attack with a tray in his hands. Scream's strength brought him to his knees, and Lubbent decided to seize the oppertunity to 'accidently' drop the tray onto Scream. Whatever else Scream had to say about Lubbent was going to have to wait. This was typical of Scream. Always adding spice to Ziglet's otherwise unimpressive scolding. It wasn't the first time Lubbent had been bullied around by the other guards. Some of them had given up after there was little improvement. The rest doubled their efforts. But this wasn't as bad as it could be. So Lubbent figured that a tray of food on Scream's head would just make it a little worse than usual. 'After all, I probaly would'a dropped it on 'im even if I tried not ter.' Thought Lubbent as the tray of food was about to hit Scream dead in the face.

[stonetooth]

OOC: Lol nice...Too bad not everyone is around to scream "FIGHT, FIGHT, FIGHT!!!" ah, good times...And yes, rampage, you can indeed join, just read through as many posts as you can then post your characters, so you know whats happening.

IC

Kreda looked at the guard that came up to her and demanded her smokes. "Hey, how about you buzz off? Ziglet doesn't confiscate things from me, don't see why I should let you." she said, blowing a puff of smoke in his face. "And even if you DO use that thing and try to shoot me, I'm sure Mongo here will beat the crap out of you, or Ziglet will beat you unconscious for having the crapiest reason ever for trying to take a pack of smokes from a inmate. So, like I said, It would be easier on YOU if you just buzzed off. Unless you want to get beat, which either way you will." she said, and put the cigarette back in her mouth.

Mongo stood behind her, rolling his shoulders around and popping his neck. Luckily for the guard, though, Mongo didn't have a weapon with him. He flexed his biceps and stood there, looking at the guard with a smirk. "Don't make a mistake, pal. I don't think you would be fast enough to take Kreda, me, and perhaps this other mudokon over here down with that gun. Just walk away." he said.

Ziglet walked into the barracks and looked around to see if anyone was in there. Whenever he saw no one, he walked into his Barracks' Office and sat down in his chair, grabbing a newspaper and flipping through it, his thoughts completely focused on the newspaper.

[mr.odd]

IC: Frank was prepared for resistant’s, what slipped his mind was the fact that Ziglet would most likely not approve. Frank knew when he had been beat. “You win this time, but mark my words, this is not over.” Frank walked away, but already he had a plan to take his revenge. Frank began heading toward the barracks.

Taze hid the case of brew under his bunk. wasn’t much, but it was better than nothing. Grabbing a few bottles and hidding them in is pocket, hey headed back to the court yard.

When Mr. Masta arrived back at his office, the pile of papper work was still on his desk. “where is that assistant?” He said to himself. He then sat down at his desk putting his feet up. Then he ‘accidentally’ kicked the paper work on to the floor. Masta then tried to press the intercom button on his desk with his foot (which made him felt like an idiot). “Could the janitor of District C please report to my office for clean up duty.” after that was said, he pressed the button again with his foot. While he waited, he picked up his still lit cigar that was sitting in his ash tray. All he had to do now was puff on his cigar and relax.

[AlexFili]

Wevar looked at the mudokon (Noah). His last comment had a cheeky feel to it, but Wevar wouldn't ask about it. Wevar simply nodded, tilted his hat and walked to the other side of the courtyard. "Man, it feels hot today". He took out a small towel and wiped his face. "Feel's like it's bath month already". Oh well, he might as well do a bit of guarding while he was here.

Bonest was walking around the cells. Every so often he would enter the cells and do a search. He was always careful with his searches, so far he'd found; a poster of a mud without a loincloth, a small rock-hammer (the one geologists use), a shiv, an illegal cig... "Oh, what's this?". He saw some herbs lying on one of the bedsheets. He sniffed it once, "Hmmm, Class 2 perhaps". He sniffed again and confirmed it, "Yup, that's definately Sloofer". He pocketed it and continued walking. (PS. He doesn't plan on keeping the drugs, he's not that kind of Slig).

Noah sighed, the courtyard was barely better than the cafeteria. Here there was no protection from the sunlight or the less-than-friendly stares from the more vicious inmates. Oh well, time to start conversing again. He walked up to Mongo and his friend. "So, Mongo... Do you have many friends here?"

[MA]

IC: Before Azkiz could answer Forret, he heard over the intercom Mr. Masta calling for his services in his office. "Oh bloody hell!" He moaned, and trudged out of the cafeteria towards the office.

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Rallin watched two inmates (Mongo and Kreda) have a short dispute with a guard, and stared at the defeated guard as he left the courtyard. Rallin stood up from the bench, letting go of his shiv, and walked over to the smaller inmate (Kreda). "He's a bit of a b*stard isn't he? Who did he think he was? Walking around here with that pansy gun. Huh."

[Chronicler]

Azkiz plopped the mop over his head as a crack salute to the Mud Janitor, Forret. His bulging eyes glanced over to the now yelling Mud. Why was floor still messy? He should most definitley ask Hotcakes "Scream" the reason, the Musklum bitterly, but more or less jokingly, thought to himself. "Well sorry OLD timer ... Looks like da floor didn't catch yer message dat half hour ago." However, by then, Forret Mudokon was summoned by the Mister Masta Gluk and he was runnin' off doing who knows what.
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Ly found herself in another repetitive day at this stnkin' prison. Inmates doing boring life wasting stuff, and rather gross guards picking at said inmates. She sighed to herself out of boredom as she looked at this other Mud Girl, now identified as Kreda, sassing back at another Wolvark guard. Looks like she and this "Mongo" Outlaw were a typical gang. Ly put on her half-happy, half twisted smile and fiendishly chuckled at the goofy guard's threat. That's when some other dude came by. A Mud boy dude. He's asking Mongo if he has any friends, and yet clearly Kreda and Ly were around him ... "Schmuk. Why d'ya think us two are around this bloke? Just fer show?" Then ANOTHER inmate swung by to talk to Kreda. "HEY! Am I being ignored right now?!" She said in her light, girly yell.

[mr.odd]

IC: When Frank entered the Barracks, he noticed that Ziget was reading the news in his office. Frank walked by past the captains view, to the confiscation box. Before he opened it he asked. “hey captain, what’s the punishment for an inmate if they are caught with cigs, drugs, etc, on their person or their cell?”

Taze wandered into the courtyard to find himself a spot to relax (the best he can). He leaned against a wall and began drinking one of his brews. He began thinking of what to do now, not much to do in this joint but walk around and get sun burned to death. He wondered if he could convince the captain or the warden to start some sort of sport.

[stonetooth]

IC

Ziglet looked up from his paper and said to the guard, "Cigs aren't anything major. They're just a smoke, after all. But drugs? They would be put in solitary confinement for one to two weeks, maybe something even worse than that." he said, placing the paper down on the desk and continued. "Did you find any drugs?" he said, putting a fist under his tentacle-covered chin.

Mongo looked down at the tiny mudokon, Noah, and said, "Enough to keep me alive in this hellhole." He grunted, and looked into his eyes. "Why the hell does it matter?"

Kreda took the cigar and looking at this new person. "Just another annoying guard. Probably thinks he can get me put in solitary confinement by Ziglet, or some crap like that. All the guards here are annoying little pests..." she said, putting the lung buster back into her mouth and breathing it in deeply.

[mr.odd]

OOC: i can see why it would be solitary confinement, but five months? maybe we should lower down the punishment down a bit. Because isn't this RPG about drugs? All i'm saying is that no one would be tempted to even get drugs. so there wouldn't much conflict.

[AlexFili]

OOC: I'd say that the max penalty should be two weeks. Also, that would only be for the really dangerous drugs, like Class 3. (I know I'm making some of this up, but in society theres lesser class drugs and more potent ones).

IC: Wevar saw some Sligs playing a soccer game. The ball was made of a very hard plastic, so it wouldn't break when their metal legs hit it. Wevar smiled as he watched, it took him back to his younger days when he used to play. He wished he could join in, but he knew that wouldn't be allowed. Maybe he could borrow the ball later.

Bonest finished his trip around the cells. He went back to the barracks and headed for the confiscation box. He spotted Ziglet and saluted. "Sir, items to enter the box; a poster of a mud without a loincloth, a small rock-hammer, a shiv, an illegal cig, Drugs Class 2: Sloofer". He hoped he'd done this right. He made sure that he wrote down the cell numbers in which he confiscated the materials from. He bowed to Ziglet and then left to do his usual Cell patrol.

Noah looked at Mongo, "Ode man... I was just asking a question, no need to get defensive". He took out a spare cig from his pocket and held it out in front of Mongo, "It's yours if you want it".

[Splat]

ooc: Guys, I'm really sorry to be messing you about but it's suddenly become very apparent that I'm not gonna be able to keep up with this; I'm gonna be working almost constantly all summer (starting in an hour's time from now) and I'm definitely not gonna be able to post here daily, which seems likely to be necessary to keep up with this RPG. I didn't expect so much activity when I started; it's been so encouraging to see the RPG section so alive!

So yeah, I'm basically gonna throw in the towel for this RPG, at least until September. Really sorry guys, especially to Oddey who I've left in a bit of an awkward situation. There's just no way I'm gonna have time to read all the posts and make up my own every day on top of the other things I'm gonna be using my free time for (working nearly 24 hour days all this week - I do hopefully get to sleep on the job however ).

So yeah, sorry everyone; hope this story keeps going strong for many months to come. Best of luck.

Your Friendly Neighbourhood RPG Moderator.

[MA]

OOC: that is a shame, but i know your very dedicated to FC and RPG's, so i hope to see you soon. good luck! also, thats some damn hard work.

IC: Forret reached Mr. Masta's office and knocked 3 times on the door, waiting for a reply. "He better not have me rearranging his office again like last time, my bloody back still hurts." He said under his breath.

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Rallin, deciding that this was enough socialising for one day, decided to look for the wolvark guard (Frank) and start some trouble. Maybe he could get a longer sentence if he was bad enough; he sure as hell didn't want to go back to that boring job in the mine. Being shot for his offences seemed to have slipped his mind.

He left the courtyard without another word and hung around outside of the cafeteria, waiting to spot the wolvark guard (Frank).

[mr.odd]

OOC: R.I.P Scream. sorry you couldn't stay splat. hope we can see you again.

IC: Mr. Masta heard the a knock on the door. "open" he said, so the doors did (Lucky for Mr.Masta, some of the doors in the prison were automatic). Beyond those doors, was the janitor Forret. "aw Forret, come in. my office just needs a normal cleaning. oh and also these papers need to be organized if you don't mind. just place them in the file cabinet."

Frank remembered he forgot an important factor in his plan. he had no idea who those people are, or where their cells are. "no captain, sadly i didn't. Just had a few questions was all." Frank knew it would be best to leave before Ziglet had his hide for leaving his post without a good reason. "I'll just be going now." he said quickly leaving. Frank then headed to the cafeteria to grab himself a drink before heading back up to the watch tower.

[stonetooth]

OOC: Oh no!!! There goes Scream and Ly Dx. I was hoping Scream and Ziglet could have some badass conflict about Scream wanting to be captain, etc. Well, we can just say they were both transfered to District A until Splat comes back.
And I changed the solitary confinement to 1-2 weeks.

IC

Ziglet, a bit surprised about Frank's question, and even more surprised that Bonest found class 2 drugs. He reached into the box and took out the drugs and the note with the cell number on it, and walked over to Mr.Masta's office. Whenever he got there, he knocked two times and waited patiently at the door.

Kreda stood there and continued smoking, but snatched up the cigarette that Noah had offered Mongo. "He doesn't smoke, but I'll be glad to take it." she said, sliding it into one of her pockets. "It's about time I did something fun." and with that, she walked off towards the Guards' Barracks. She turned around at the last minute and said, "Mongo, noobie, you coming?" she then turned to face forward again, not waiting for a reply.

Mongo headed off towards her and they slowly walked towards the barracks (I presume Noah is following them too?) and Mongo asked her, "What are we going to do at the barracks?"
"Burn things." She said with a smug look on her face, and continued walking in silence.

[Oddey]

OOOC: That's ok Splat. Not everyone has the time for this. I'll think of something to get Lubbent out of this situation, assuming I can godmod your character to let go of Lubbent.
IC: The entire tray hit Scream in the face. Lubbent would have laughed, had Scream not loosened his grip enough for him to escape. Quickly slipping through his grip, he ran off toward his cell. Stealing a glance back, he saw Scream covered in glop. The sight was just as amusing as he'd imagined. Running onward, he hoped he wouldn't get into too much trouble for this. 'Nah, Nadda chance.' Thought Lubbent reassuringly. Somehow, he doubted this would go unpunished, even with the best of excuses.

When Lubbenmt reached his cell, he slowed down enough to catch his breath and lie down on his cot. It wasn't as bad as he'd always thought it would be before he was jailed. He'd expected a much worse treatment. Of course, now he took that for granted. He did keep a clean record in terms of disallowed items. He didn't have a whiff of drug about him. He had no hint of lung disfunction. He did envy those with them, but he knew he shouldn't take chances with his old age. Not to mention, he caused more than enough trouble already, he didn't want to test the guards any further. Sighing, he wished he still had food to make that squishy ball. 'At least Scream got a hole tray o' food in his fase.' Thought Lubbent.

[Chronicler]

OOC: Waddya mean by, there goes Ly? I'M playing as Ly! Oh, and Later, Splat

IC: Azkiz lowered his sense of attention when he soon realized how empty the entire cafeteria was. No inmates or guards from the small and creepy to the big and goofy. It was actually quite a bit eerie. "Ha ... Ha ... Ha." The musklum lightly chuckled to himself. No better time to pick up on this job.

Azkiz sloppily started to splatter the mop all over the place, drenching the entire area with some greasy water. Bah. Work. Such a crappy idea. Well, atleast the place is getting more clea-- "Hey! Waitta minute!!" The musklum quietly yelled to himself, uncaring that noone else was around to hear him. what the heck was he thinking?!! WORK?! Azkiz scoffed and tossed the mop away. No work for good ol' Azkiz. The musklum yawned and fell backwards onto a seat. Time for what he does best at. SLEEP.
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Ly started to get angry. In fact, she felt like she was holding in so much of her temper that she could just instantly explode in a mushroom-cloud. What the?! WHY was she being ignored by Mongo, Kreda, and some Newbie prison mud?! The Mudokon girl felt like punching one of the nearest inmates, her fists curled up. "HEY! I'm still HERE ya know! I'M comin' along!" Ly yelled in an even louder girly yell. Burn things down at the barracks? Why not? But Ly will NOT back down from such insignificant inmates! She began to follow the other three prisoners to the barracks.

[AlexFili]

Wevar picked up the soccer ball, playing keepy-uppy with it for a minute or so. He smiled and a tear almost came out of his eye. He put the ball back down and thanked the Slig that lent it to him. Wevar was tired now, "Time for an expresso". He headed for the cafeteria.

Bonest walked around the Cells for a while. He'd confiscated enough for one day, so just did a basic patrol. He saw some Mudokons and another figure walking towards the barracks. This can't be anything good. He hid around the corner as they passed and then followed them very quietly (considering he's wearing Slig pants he deserves some kind of medal).

Noah followed his new 'friends'. He might as well stick around with these guys, before they do something that he can report them for. Noah looked around him and thought he saw a Slig, but maybe his eyes were playing tricks on him. He sniffed and could smell a light trace of Sloofer in the air. He shrugged and carried on walking. He was prepared to do something to make himself memorable. 'I'm going to make sure they won't forget my name'. His thoughts were penetrated by another young mudokon. "We heard you the first time", Noah looked to see her clenched fists, "I would advise you not to do something you regret, miss". Noah was stronger than he looked and he would prove it to anyone who dared to cross him.

[mr.odd]

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."

[MA]

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.

[mr.odd]

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.

[Oddey]

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.

[Chronicler]

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.

[AlexFili]

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.

[MA]

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.

[stonetooth]

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.

[AlexFili]

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.

[mr.odd]

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."