Post by Leland "LJ" Jones on May 19, 2015 19:13:58 GMT -8
Word spreads fast in the tank. It ignited by one bunk to the next. Murmurings and whispers. All which Leland could hear as he was laying on his bunk. A book held open lazily by one hand, the other pressed under his head like a pillow, LJ knew that the confrontation would be happening soon. It wasn't something that most time serving criminals liked knowing that the new guy had a large sum of funds in his books and a cop that would come visit him often on her personal time. Without question the whole Pod had considered Leland a threat, a rat, a narc...everything that wasn't okay with being one of them in the tank. It also didn't help that some of the C/O's had began to talk also. Chummying it up with some of the inmates. The weak ones, they were easy to turn by the Con Games. A little compliment here, a eager ear to give when a C/O seemed to be having a bad day. They would lend advice, anything to get in good with the C/O and make them believe they were friends, buddies. That's how it always started. Believe it or not, with how much time C/O's spent at work made them susceptible to the games and they would soon be serving time just like the inmates.
It didn't happen right away. His bunkie (Rackley) had been his little pal on things, giving him warnings that something was coming his way and he best be ready. Recreation was pulled and he and more than half the Pod had been allowed out for sunlight. Armed C/O's with firearms, tasers and sprays were walking the cat-walk. LJ and Rackley were walking around the cement walk that was the inner part of the cat walk. The concrete slab version of their track. Heat radiated down upon them, burning on all their backs as the inmates were soaking it all up, playing ball, lifting weights or just jogging around. The rec yard was too quiet for his liking. It was gunna happen, the knots in his stomach had formed, though LJ kept his cool exterior his eyes were skimming. It was noticeable. Completely obvious, the C/Os on the cat-walk suddenly just left their posts. From one corner to the next, they were stepping away. The awareness of it was nipping at his heels. Rackley grew nervous. Fidgeting with his fingers, he hunched slightly and stammered. " L...Le.." Rackley was cut off by the hollar and approach of a group of six men stepping his way. Smug and arrogant in appearance, their shirts had been removed and was either hanging out the back of their waist bands or left where they had been prior. "Hey! Wanksta!" Leland paused in his stride, those piercing blues pinned the hollering fool. The man stood six foot three and roughly two fifty. He was riddled with tattoos that were possibly home made and paid with a bag of coffee while locked up. The rest looked roughly about the same, some black, a mexican and the main man was a white bread motherfucker. Rackley bit his lower lip and seemed to shrink. Leland didnt need him. " Get out of here.. Rack" Drawled out to the man beside him. Rackley looked astonished but grateful by Lelands words and he was soon slinking off, in a hurry. "Heard you got some hot shot Lawyer and a cunt ass brass comin' to see you, pussy. What you do? Who'd you rat out.. Huh?" Nosey fuckers werent they? It doesn't even matter, you're a fuckin' narc.. heard it all around ..people are payin' big shit for your books .. " Slipping out of the mans hand to be seen was a sheive gleaming dangerously. Leland didn't have anything to say to the men. He just looked at them boredly, awaiting. When he didnt respond, it only pissed off the group more, at which time they lurched forward. The fight was chaotic. The swarmed him, taking him from all sides and Leland did his damn best to avoid the blade. It wasn't some easy fight as he had been housed with a mix of humans, Were's and other types. He had to rely more on his skill than his strength. Alarms had erupted around them. By the time the JET (Jail Extraction Team) had swarmed on into the rec area, Leland was stepping away from the litter of bodies he left in his wake. He was half shifted, and brought down by a tranquilizer.
When Leland awoke he was in a solitary cell, in a green smock that was used for those trying to be suicidal and was chained to a restraint chair. Apparently, he hadn't been too willing to move even after he was tranq'd. A look down, he'd find he had a large laceration from his left torso area beginning from his back to the front. Leland would also find out that by one of the Trustee's, ( a inmate allowed to work outside of the pod with certain priveledges) that the Pod he was in had shifted Tank Boss order. When Leland would return, he'd find they were all willing to follow his say on things due to his little power display and lack of regard to the law and his own well being.
If Anyone called, they would find out he was put into confinement yet again, this time for fighting. Another charge would be placed on his card. Aggravated Assault with a deadly weapon. Lawyer Naja Spreco would be informed immediately by an insider.