Correct, unless you have tats on your hands, neck and head.

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An airman comes in with a box of MRE's, followed by a second with a case of bottled water.

The two Airman on duty pick which MRE's they want to eat. They then hand out an MRE to each person in the cells alng with a bottle of water.

[Private to Lakeisha 'Laney' Carmichael:
MRE: Meatballs w/ Marinara Sauce]

[Private to Joint:
MRE: Sloppy Joe]

In reply to Joint (msg # 17):

Laney chuckled as she took her MRE. Meatballs with marinara sauce. Not the worst, actually pretty good.

"True dat, Skippy. I may or may not have lived on the street, clocked me some OC and fent, but I never been fucking stupid enough to get caught, or do time."

She studied him. "Hmm. No face, hand or neck tats but your jumpsuit's closed all the way up. I'd say you if done some time, it was in Juvvie. Naw, we won't go to Gitmo, ain't gonna have now Qar'ans shoved up our asses. Leavenworth, maybe. What happens all depends on the jail. In Supermax there ain't no anarchy, of course. high Desert State Prison's not too bad. Ely State is a lot worse. So I hear.

"Military stockade isn't like real jail. For one thing, I heard of a dude doing 18months for raping two children, another guy in the same stockade was serving six years for possessing marijuana with intent to sell. No rhyme or reason.

"I'm sure the Air Force got their own "baby" medics to treat anyone you jacked up there, Skip. Not my job, not anymore. Anyways, it don't matter if this is a shithole or not. These folks are way off the reservation. They on;y gonna hold us for so long."

As she talked, she examined and started opening the brown MRE packet. It was labeled "Menu 8: Meatball Marinara". No coffee, dang it! Course 1 was a pouch of meatballs and gravy, small tortillas, seasoning packet and a tube of mayo(?) and raspberry drink base. She mixed the drink, then made tortillas with the meatball/sauce/seasoning, with some mayo mixed in (what the heck). It tasted pretty good! Course 2 (aka "Dessert A") was pouch of cherry blueberry cobbler, basically like a pie without all the boring stuff.Course 3/Dessert Menu B was a broken-up cookie, off-brand M&Ms with a vile-seeming fat and calorie-laden vanilla milkshake. She ate the former, saved the second and ignored the last. Finally, Course 4 (Dessert Menu C) was Tootsie Rolls and a pack of MRE gum.

"Anyone want to trade for coffee? I got cherry blueberry cobbler, I hear this stuff is legendary. Not a bit pie-eater, myself. Also, Tootse-Rolls and gum."


OOC: Last night cutting through a downtown park I stopped to help someone who had collapsed (likely an overdose of heroin cut with fentanyl, this is Vancouver) and found out his name was Jason. At the time, another street person named Mark stopped to assist. The evening before I chatted to a friendly tweaker (sores on his face, extensive body tats, a little problem balancing) as we waited for an elevator, he offered me a slice of pizza as he wasn't hungry (loss of appetite, of course). So, anecdotally, not too hard at all for street people to give up a name, if perhaps not their real one. That's always been my experience.

I once knew a guy who did some jail time. He described it almost as the opposite of anarchy, more like a corporation. Your life inside wasn't just regimented by the guards but by other prisoners. There was a hierarchy, everyone knew their place and everyone avoided trouble so they just do their time and get out. There was some random violence (fights over someone bumping into another inmate) but also planned retaliation for some transgression (five guys held down one guy, while two more dropped a 300-pound concrete chair on his hand). Then again, this could be more indicative of Canadian jail and not US jail.

[Private to GM: Any additional feedback on the kid r the other inmates? She can probably spot a druggie, and their poison, from a mile away. I can, and I'm not even a paramedic!

17:17, Today: Lakeisha 'Laney' Carmichael rolled 4 using 1d100 with rolls of 4.  Paramedic Medicine.
17:17, Today: Lakeisha 'Laney' Carmichael rolled 14 using 1d100 with rolls of 14.  Streetwise.

]

In reply to Lakeisha 'Laney' Carmichael (msg # 19):

PM
[Private to Lakeisha 'Laney' Carmichael:
Paramedic: The kid isn't high on anything. He's faking it.

Streetwise: The kid is a snake in the grass and a very dangerous individual. He isn't high but he bit into the arm of a guy twice his size so he's probably got mental issues. He's probably well versed in how to suvive amoung the criminal under belly of Las Vegas. ]

Taking his MRE and water bottle in one hand Joint puts one in each pocket, not really hungry and he would like to save his water for now.  He gives the Airman MP's a little wink and a fake kiss while giving them the finger.

"Princess you are stupid period, you seem to miss where you are and the point.  I run my mouth cause I can back it up, you keep running your mouth talkin like you lived hard at some time.  Sure maybe you did or maybe did not live on the street for a few and went all crazy got yourself jacked up.  But that just makes you like all those other dumb white bitches out there every weekend, thinking they are ghetto so they have a little sob story for there friends and family back home."

"And shit, where my ink is...sure as hell is none of your business.  My time was my time, you speculate all you want it just shows how dumb you are.  Hell I didn't say we were going to Gitmo, I said it was a shit hole.  And I don't know what the hell your flappin your pretty little gums about those other slams, we ain't going there either.  You weren't paying attention were you when some soldiers came and picked you up in a chopper and dropped you off along with a shit load of other folks on a base.  It sure as shit wasn't cause your pretty or had winning personality. Last time that happened, when was that....Oh yeah Hurri Kat, when it decided to take a little trip up to Orleans and wipe that dive out. Some crazy shit is going on out there and they don't know what the fuck to do."

Joint didn't need to speculate about why Laney was in her cell, her roughed up face told him a story he had seen a thousand times growing up when a women didn't know to keep her mouth shut.  Someone shut it for her but they didn't shut it hard enough, but shit this was passing the time.

In reply to Joint (msg # 21):

Obviously having fun with him, Laney laughed as she ate. He didn't even react to being called "Skippy", like he didn't know what that meant. This dude was going to be fun, all right!

"Ha ha! Now, Skippy, only one of us got busted and sent to juvvie or jail, and it wasn't me. Again, real cons can't wait to talk about where they done time, but you ain't said nothin' so there it is.

"Some time I'll tell you all about N'Awlins. "Orleans" is in France, dumbass, and it's called "Katrina", only a moron would call it anything else. (Fetch ain't gonna happen, girl!) And it was a lot like what's happening out there, but this is turned up to Eleven.

"I'm guessing someone tuned you up 'cause maybe you were lookin' to take a shit on the floor and someone said "read the sign", and you got mad on account of you don't have your letters. That about sum it up? Shoot, no one laid a hand on me, even the crazies. 'Course I did pop a lot of caps in their heads. Now, I never been in an auto accident in my life and I drive fast for a living, but when all Hell broke loose some asshole T-Boned my ambulance and the airbag deployed. You want to know what an ambulance or an airbag is, I guess I can draw you a picture."

She sighed contentedly, enjoying her food. It actually had been a rough day and the high-calorie feast was helping.

[Private to GM: Trying to figure out the meathead, and the girl:

13:42, Today: Lakeisha 'Laney' Carmichael rolled 30 using 1d100 with rolls of 30.  Streetwise (60%).
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This message was last edited by the player at 21:45, Fri 26 Feb 2016.

In reply to Lakeisha 'Laney' Carmichael (msg # 22):

"Here you go again tryin to be all legit, scopin for info.  You have never been so you don't know shit about cons.  Caught or not I served my time and never been back till today.  And sure as you are gonna shit out that food there you ain't no one who I would speak to about what I do or did."

"N'Awlin's" Joint clearly mocking

"Acting all intelligent and like a bitch princess, you knew exactly what I meant, did I hit some sore spot.  That shit hole N'Awlins your home ain't it.  What went down in N'Awlins ain't even close to what is going down now.  Unless you were trippin on your OC fent bing then I guess you would think it is similar."

"Oh Princess you can draw? It would be great if you help me with mah letters Massa Princess.  I would love some picture's of whatcha call it an ambulance, I might have seen them once or twice taking broken bodies away but I don't know Massa Princess.  No need to draw me no airbag Massa Princess, I think if mah eyes don't deceive me I be looking at a black air bag right now.  But your right Massa Princess maybe you could draw me a real nice picture of one of them also just so I ain't confused.  You say you shot one of them crazies Massa Princess you must be real brave eh Massa Princess and you sound like a real good driver Massa Princess, maybe when we get out you could teach someone who don't his letters so well how to drive."

Not one person in the cells could miss his sarcasm.

"Now Massa Princess, you are so wise I know you have some more knowledge for me about the real world out there, I only hope you have the compassion to teach a dumb skippy like me the ways of life."

"PLEASE MASSA PRINCESS TEACH ME ALL YOU KNOW ABOUT THE REAL WORLD"

In reply to Joint (msg # 23):

Looking for a moment like she was going to drive the point home, her face softened and looked thoughtful instead.

"I'm sorry, I guess I'm the one who hit a nerve there. My apologies, that was uncalled for. Sure you don't want this cookie? I hear it's real good."

She offered the pouch, without apparent irony or sarcasm.

"But seriously, it is a mess out there, I agree."

In reply to Lakeisha 'Laney' Carmichael (msg # 24):

Joint looked at Laney with a raised eye similar to "The Rock" and roared out laughing. The sound so loud and deep that it had a certain vibrato to it like deep thunder.

"Princess if I had nerves to hit, you would have missed by the distance of Orleans and N'Awlins if I can trust your geography.  As for the cookie you save em, cause I was right from the start, you may come across hard but you one them with a soft heart Princess.  You keep that shell covered heart though cause there are monsters out there."

Joint's face was in a big shit eating grin

"I give you cred and respect though you can bust some balls girl, bust them hard with dem looks and those spittin lips.  Name is Joint."

About an hour after food and water is passed out pillows and blankets are passed out.

[Private to Lakeisha 'Laney' Carmichael:
Your cell mate hasn't given any indication of what she does, other then the fact that shes good looking. But her eyes show that like the kid there is more then meets the eye.]

[Private to Luke Salem: MRE: Beef Ravioli]

OOC: The Punk ass kid is now being ran by a player.

Luke rolls his eyes, exaggeratedly, "Could you both shut the fuck up for a few minutes? I'll even say please. I'd like to enjoy this shitty ravioli and try to catch some sleep. Crashing is a mother fucker you know."


OOC thanks for having me guys!

In reply to Luke Salem (msg # 27):

"Awe Brownstar do you have some real important place to be tonight or tomorrow.  Why don't you join in the convo or just hit the sack."

In reply to Joint (msg # 25):

Smiling, Laney nodded. "Hey, Joint. You really know how to jack someone up just by talking to them, you know?"

She saw that Joint was saving his food. Maybe hoping for a break. If and when he ate he'd guard it jealously, eating all the good stuff first. Her? She needed her strength.

"Sorry, man." She said to the young guy. "I hope we're not bothering you while you study for mid-terms or nothing. I'm Laney. Until a couple hours ago I was a Las Vegas paramedic. I lived through Katrina, so this ain't the first time I seen the military actin' like jackasses, pushin' folks around. 'Course, they weren't the worst."

She observed how the others ate, see if it looked like they'd been in jail as well.

OOC: Glad to have you in our little club!

Sometimes when my friend (who'd been in jail) ate it left an impression. When in a public place like a fast food restaurant he'd kind of hunch over his plate and even when relaxed would be wary. At McDonald's he'd pop the top off his milkshake and chug it down, then scarf everything else as fast as he could.

Luke grunted acknowledgement of the woman speaking, "Yeah, midterms. Fuckin' shit. Everyone's got jokes." he shoveled the food down as fast as he was capable, eyes darting from the woman to the big man. Stopping on Joint, "Don't eye ball my food ass face." he seemed quite edgy and irritable, and he was. "Protect us by lockin' us up. I ain't sick, what the fuck am I doin' in here?" He paused, and gave a rather troubling smile to Laney, "Luke, if you give a shit."

Giving Laney a nod

"Just my way of vetting people Laney, an old habit.  Came in useful more then a couple times."

"Hey Boy!, I told you once already and this will be your final warning.  Watch how you move your flapper there or it's gonna get busted. Best not to falsely accuse me or I will show you how easy it is for me to take your stuff."

Joint had turned and stood to his full height and size before addressing Luke. Hopefully getting the point across that the difference in physical capabilities was vast.

In reply to Joint (msg # 31):

Laney nodded at Joint, impressed but trying not to show it. It wasn't often that someone got under her skin like that so quickly. As well, he wasn't cute but had a certain masculine, if brutal, look and manner about him. Give him a shave and a bath and who knew where a bottle of wine and a nice dinner at Red Lobster might lead? Now the kid, Luke, it seemed like he had something going on she couldn't quite put her finger on. A little off-putting. Maybe it was just her nerves.

"Hey, Luke. Yeah, I give a shit. And I bet we all had a tough time today."

One thing was for sure, when Joint had been doing his time there wasn't anyone stealing his food! No wonder he seemed fearless in here. Someday they'd be let out of here, it just stood to reason. They were just useless mouths to feed in here and out there they could be doing something useful.

Luke held his hands out mock trembling, "Oh no, the big man thinks because he's big he can hurt us littler people... Maybe. Maybe not Tiny. Just don't start shit. And my flapper moves just fine, hoss. Can't help it you don't care for what I say." Luke stood now, to his much less impressive height of 5'6" and winked at the big man.

In reply to Luke Salem (msg # 33):

Joint moves in on Luke leaving no more then a foot between them, speaking so only Luke could here but there is clearly steel in his voice.

"Brownstar, before today happened I knew after a rough day I could go hit the gym, crack some skulls at some of the clubs and it would be all right.  Today like everyone else here has been a real rough day and I don't have a way to cope right now.  But the way you keep whispering sweet words of shit in my direction makes me think you are a real sympathetic soul that wants to help me unwind and basically be a light bag for me.  I also am a sympathetic soul and I hear you keep on whining about how tired you are, well I can help you with that also, you see I like helping people go to sleep.  They have a hard time waking up but they usually thank me for not killing them the next day.  Now I am sure my gruff behavior with you has put a tweaker piece of shit like you on edge and I get that, I have met people like you on the streets.  But these trained soldier boys barely got me in here, so they won't be able to get in here to save your ass if you keep traveling the road that your used to traveling with other people to get them to back down.  So again I suggest you change your tone and what you are saying and we will get along real well and hell I will even be your good friend and watch your back if we get outta this shit hole."

OOC: You guys can continue the IC banter.

I will be getting individual posts up that will take place in the morning as you talk to some of the people in charge.

Luke raised an eyebrow, "Whatever you say tiny. I'd wager, since you seem to be sooooooo smart. You'd watch our backs anyway, numbers and all that. And I promise you, sir, you haven't seen the type of shit I do to get people to back down. Now why don't you put those big pretty muscles to use and bend the bars to bust us out or some shit like that? Yeah?"

OOC lovin' this!
PS don't kill me joint. I'll behave I promise :)

In reply to Luke Salem (msg # 36):

You had to give the kid, Luke, some credit. He didn't seem to be backing down from the bigger man. Judging from the fact that he'd bitten Joint earlier when they tussled he probably also lacked a certain amount of fear. Which might not always be good.

Sitting back on her bunk with her arms behind her head she commented, "now, why don't you boys just give each other back rubs and call it a day?

"Hey Samantha, if you like, I braid a mean corn row. No foolin'."

In reply to Luke Salem (msg # 36):

"If you mean the type of shit where you nibble on someones arm like an S&M freak then yeah your right I haven't seen it.  But from what I can tell you would be on the receiving end, especially with you making "big pretty muscle" comments, for sure you are the catcher."

Joint looks up and down Luke

"As for busting out Brownstar let me educate you on finer things of holding cells.  You see what we have here is Bar Grillage it is used primarily in areas where full view of Inmate movement is required such as Holding cells and Corridors, like we are standing in. Bar grillage is either constructed of tool resisting, or mild steel or a combination of both. The Grating here consists of seven eighth inch diameter double ribbed round bars, three eight inch by two and half inch vertical and horizontal framing flat bars spaced twelve inches on center. The vertical rounds are interlocked at each intersection or horizontal bars. Again as you can see the grillage here is made with a lock pocket and food pass.  In other words I could use your wiry little body as a battering ram all day and nothing would happen to these bars other then get your blood all over them and me.  I mean if you are volunteering for such and experiment I am more then willing to oblige."

In reply to Lakeisha 'Laney' Carmichael (msg # 37):

"I would give this young man a back rub but I am pretty sure he would think it is foreplay and well I just am not down with that, however if that fine female soldier girl would let me out I would rub her back all day."

Gives Luke a wink, his comment was laced with sarcasm and meant to get a rise outta the guard.
This message was last edited by the player at 23:37, Tue 01 Mar 2016.

Luke shrugged, "Looks can be deceiving big guy. And I certainly don't "catch". So what you're saying is you can't break us out? Fuck. Well, I guess we may as well all play nice. Laney, if you feel like handing out back rubs, my shoulders are a bit tense." he grinned and winked at her almost just like Joint had winked at him, showing humor. If they were stuck here, they may as well all get along the best they could.

In reply to Luke Salem (msg # 40):

"By breaking the bars, no probably not going to happen.  Now if we had some metal that I could fab into picks I could have that lock open in a minute.  Although I think the guards would notice although they do seem kinda dumb."

The Banter had died down a bit, but it was fun and it helped pass the time being caged up like an animal.  When the real animals were those crazy ass people outside killing each other for whatever reason.

In reply to Luke Salem (msg # 40):

Seeings show they were in different cells a backrub might be difficult!  But not impossible.

"A back rub? Sure. Just stand with your back to the bars. See if I can reach."

She wondered if her arms would reach, if he would do it, and if the guards would allow it.