memezilla | Jail Cell Mee

[He doesn't bother looking up at them. Why bother? He'd fucked up. Royally. They were at least right about the weed, though saying that they know what he's in for makes him sigh. They only know half of it. He lets his hands fall but keeps looking down at the ground.] Just grand.

[His tone is bleeding sarcasm. Yeah, it's his first time in the slammer, but he also looks like he could be 13.]

Hey, no need ta get sassy, kid. Ain't none of us wanna be in here.

Bet he's just scared. We oughta be nice.

Right, nice.

[Finn finally looks over, raising an eyebrow. The yellow tint to his eyes makes it obvious he's usually a heavy drinker.]

'Nice' for this kinda place is not chewing the small guy up and spittin' him out. Hey, shouldn't you be in juvie instead or somethin'?

[He sighs again and looks up at Finn,] Like you could. Why do you even care?

[He's managed to sober up since his arrest. The processing took long enough, and that's just left him on edge and irritable. He probably should be in juvie, but what with his emancipation from his father, and the lying about his age to his clients for prostitution, they figured he was old enough to play with the big-boys.]

Oooh, tough guy!

[Finn waves his hands sarcastically before dropping them back over his knees. Normally he'd probably be nicer to someone so young, but he's beyond in a bad mood.]

I just don't wanna end up havin' to bail my new cellmate outta trouble when the sharks come sniffin' around.

Like they won't piss off when they find out they'd be inconveniencin' the former Dark Hand. Ya worry too much, Finn.

[Even if the name 'The Dark Hand' carries less weight since the syndicate went under...]

[Ratso lowers his voice conspiratorially, though not really enough to keep the other two from hearing.]

Don't mind Finn, he's just grumpy 'cause he had a real bad experience first time he ended up in the slammer.

Edited 2016-04-03 04:02 (UTC)

Good for him.

[He leans back against the wall and folds his arms. He keeps staring at the floor with a mixed expression. He's angry, guilty, and just a bit scared.

It's possible that they might recognize the kid from some TV shows, especially the trashy tabloid shows. He's from a band called BlaSt, which got some notoriety not just for being good, but for their connection with the top-selling band Trapnest.]

Shut yer trap, Ratso.

[Finn gets up, only to walk over to Ratso and give him a swat to the arm. But now that he's not on the opposite side of the cell, he does notice something.]

Hey, ain't you from that one band?

Hey, you're right! From dose TV shows!

Ya'll excuse me fer not carin' that the guy stinkin' up our cell knows how ta sing pretty.

[Shin leans his head back against the wall, even if it means crushing the spiked hair. Does it matter at this point?]

Yes, I'm from that one band. They probably are wishing I wasn't right about now. If it was just pot.... [He covers his face, not really wanting to talk about being a male prostitute in a jail cell]

Nothin' to do about it now. If you're lucky, the press'll get all mixed up and it'll blow over.

[He wanders back to his bunk and flops back down.]

If not, I'd advise against resorting to stealing priceless artifacts.

Aww, I'm sure it won't be nothin' you can't bounce back from. 'Long as you didn't kill nobody or nothin'.

[Maybe he isn't totally sober yet, since he speaks before speaking,] No, just fucked a bunch of people.

[Chow gives a loud snort and somehow gives off the impression of rolling his eyes.]

That all? Call me when ya got somethin' against ya 'sides lyin' about yer age.

Don't that kinda thing show up all the time in tabloids anyhow?

Yeah, there's always somethin'. Almost makes me glad I never hit the big time as a singer.

[Well, if he's said that much, fuck it. It was bound to come out on the news anyway.] No, prostitution.

Oh, yeah, reporters are gonna have a field day with that...

I dunno, dependin' on the circumstances...few'a the gals I used ta know in that business managed ta spin it so's they looked like victims'a desperation.

Too bad that kinda thing don't work for goons, huh?

Problem is I'm not a girl. I already know they'll spin it that I was tricking desperate lonely rich women out of their money, and of course they'll say to use on drugs.

Yeah, the media's gonna be a shitstorm. But you're best off waitin' to worry about that 'til you get out. First you gotta worry about the tough guys in here that get their kicks outta stomping all over anyone they think looks weak. Especially if they get the idea there's something 'effeminate' about you.

Like I said, yer worryin' too much. We already put the fear'a the Dark Hand back inta these small time lowlifes, they ain't gonna start nothin' that's gonna piss us off.

So long as we's watchin', anyway.

Yeah? And what, you want to be fuck-buddies? [The glare is looking like he's not offering.]

[Finn leans forward with a scowl and points.]

Look, kid. You're gonna have a damn rough time of it in here if you don't got connections. Most of the people you're gonna find in a joint like this aren't gonna go easy 'cause you're young.

We're offerin' ta let our reputations protect ya. We used ta be big time, nobody wants ta fuck with us after we showed 'em we ain't outta the biz 'cause we's lost our touch.

They won't mess with ya if you're hangin' out with us.

[His guard does drop a bit. At least he had the sense to keep that up, but he can hear their sincerity. He's still not completely convinced, though.] Why would you do that?

[Finn just sort of...shrugs.]

'Cause, I've been where you are. Wasn't quite as young, and I was in for different things, but there were other reasons I ended up the prison bitch. Not somethin' I'd wish on most people.

Finn's just that sorta guy. Now quit lookin' a gift horse in the mouth an' just be glad ya got stuck in here with us instead'a someone what ain't got limits.

We might be crooks, but we ain't evil.

[Shin leans forward again, looking between his legs to hide his face a bit. No way he wanted them to see him looking like he's going to cry, but he is relieved. And he knows he's lucky. No matter how tough he can act, and scary a look he could give, his story would probably make it to the news, or some guard might spill it, and that would be it. He'd get tossed around like a rag doll.

He covers his face with a hand, trying to hide his emotions. He'd be lying if he said he wasn't terrified. He manages to keep his voice steady, if low,] Thanks.

Don't mention it. Just don't go looking for any kinda trouble you can't get yourself out of, alright?

Can't always promise one'a us'll be around, yanno?

And some'a these guys like to 'forget' stuff they don't like.

Not really planning on it, but I've been known for a lack of self-preservation.

That's alright, Chow ain't got the best impulse control neither.

Shut it!

[Does punching Ratso in the ribs just prove his point?]

Maybe we'll see about teaching you some self defense skills. Might need 'em either way.

[Shin chuckles darkly,] Yeah, because I could totally fight someone off.

Don't sell yerself too short, kid. I ain't so big myself, but it don't stop me from kickin' all kinds'a ass.

Yeah, he was havin' trouble with people tormentin' him when we first met 'im. Now even I wouldn't wanna get into a real fight with him.

And a word of advice: don't be afraid to fight dirty. Solid muscle's gonna do jack squat against a kick to the balls.

[He turns to look at Finn with a smirk,] Do I look like I'd be afraid to fight dirty?

:3

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