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"You gotta be fucking kidding me." Alfred said as he groaned on the cot in the prison nursing room. He'd just gotten back from a fight out in the yard, he'd apparently made one too many wise cracks about some guy's mama and well he did pay the price. And so did the other guy seeing as right when the guards got off there asses he made sure to give in to the other guy's blows so it looked like he was just getting picked on for being the new guy. Though he was sure to not hit the big lug's face to steer away the idea he actually could fight back, he did manage a kick in the family jewels but damn he got right back up. Then he got a few swipes across the chest and kicks in the ribs, but in the final act he was being held up by his shirt.
But here he laid, a broken nose, a bruised face and a battered body when one of the guards said he had to work for the prison while jar-head had to spend a few days in the hole.
"Your not serious. Why the hell should I have to work in the God damn laundry room? I didn't do a thing wrong, this is bull!" Alfred protested, narrowed blue eyes glared at the other who had delivered his sentence. "What the hell man, why do I have to do this??" The blonde demanded and the guard only sighed.
"Number.." looking to the chart he glanced back to Alfred "50, we have information that you started the altercation between you and number 723. We checked his injuries and there's evidence to back it up, but seeing as you didn't get nearly as much damage on him from what we saw, you should count yourself lucky. Its only for two months so-" Eyes widening a fraction Alfred busted back in;
"Two months!? The hell, that's a long ass time!" Okay maybe he should watch his mouth seeing as the other was getting pretty fed up with it. But come on, that was a long time dealing with dirty underwear and socks of fellow inmates. And that cheap soap messed with his hands, it irritated his skin just from wearing the clothes but they didn't care. But the guard only spoke slowly as the door opened to the room,
"Your serving a life sentence, I don't think two months will be that long." Glancing past the jerk he saw the one and only warden approaching him. Frowning he sighed laying back and closing his eyes. The sound of feet moving closer and the sound of other pairs just moving he could guess that he was moving to give the Warden a better look of Alfred in a pitiful state. "G-Greetings Warden! I didn't know you'd be coming, I've already delivered his sentencing for the fight.."
"You gotta be fucking kidding me." Alfred said as he groaned on the cot in the prison nursing room. He'd just gotten back from a fight out in the yard, he'd apparently made one too many wise cracks about some guy's mama and well he did pay the price. And so did the other guy seeing as right when the guards got off there asses he made sure to give in to the other guy's blows so it looked like he was just getting picked on for being the new guy. Though he was sure to not hit the big lug's face to steer away the idea he actually could fight back, he did manage a kick in the family jewels but damn he got right back up. Then he got a few swipes across the chest and kicks in the ribs, but in the final act he was being held up by his shirt.
But here he laid, a broken nose, a bruised face and a battered body when one of the guards said he had to work for the prison while jar-head had to spend a few days in the hole.
"Your not serious. Why the hell should I have to work in the God damn laundry room? I didn't do a thing wrong, this is bull!" Alfred protested, narrowed blue eyes glared at the other who had delivered his sentence. "What the hell man, why do I have to do this??" The blonde demanded and the guard only sighed.
"Number.." looking to the chart he glanced back to Alfred "50, we have information that you started the altercation between you and number 723. We checked his injuries and there's evidence to back it up, but seeing as you didn't get nearly as much damage on him from what we saw, you should count yourself lucky. Its only for two months so-" Eyes widening a fraction Alfred busted back in;
"Two months!? The hell, that's a long ass time!" Okay maybe he should watch his mouth seeing as the other was getting pretty fed up with it. But come on, that was a long time dealing with dirty underwear and socks of fellow inmates. And that cheap soap messed with his hands, it irritated his skin just from wearing the clothes but they didn't care. But the guard only spoke slowly as the door opened to the room,
"Your serving a life sentence, I don't think two months will be that long." Glancing past the jerk he saw the one and only warden approaching him. Frowning he sighed laying back and closing his eyes. The sound of feet moving closer and the sound of other pairs just moving he could guess that he was moving to give the Warden a better look of Alfred in a pitiful state. "G-Greetings Warden! I didn't know you'd be coming, I've already delivered his sentencing for the fight.."
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"Delivered his sentence without my permission have you?" The Warden turned a sharp glare onto his officer, a brow raised in mock question. "I see to it the punishment of this one- he's a special case. Now I expect he is complaining- I heard the end of the conversation. Laundry duty for two months? Hardly a far price to pay when the other was sent to the hole- Let's change that. Switch it to Cafeteria duty and make it three months. Let him have fun smelling and serving the slop." He looked around for anyone daring to object him and waved a hand. "Now shoo- I would like a word with Jones privately."
"But sir- he's dangerous you said so yourself-" A guard tried to interject, concerned as he took a step forward in defense.
Arthur whipped on him, seething from the objection. "You dare disobey me? I take it you would like some time in the hole?" The guard immediately faltered, stepping a few paces back with his head bowed low. "That's what I thought. Now scoot- I'm on business." He waited until everyone was gone, the door shutting with a light 'click' leaving the two alone. He sighed, pulling up a chair and settled into it, crossing his legs. "I don't suppose you meant to get hurt in the process of talking bad about someone's Mummsy were you?"
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It'd been two weeks Alfred was stuck there, and he was already feeling trapped. He wasn't used to staying in one place for very long, maybe he did stay for two weeks yes but he kept moving no matter what area, he just couldn't handle sticking to one place, it drove him nuts. So the pacing back and forth in his cell wasn't really the best idea, but seeing as he hated his cell mate- a guy named Ivan, some Russian, he tried to leave as soon as Ivan entered but that was hard.
Ivan was out a lot but he despised Alfred already just as much as Alfred despised him. Like. A lot. Finally though the tension that was growing between the two that usually stopped at snarky comments and glares escalated as they were in the cafeteria. Alfred was getting his food, mind somewhere else. That is until after he'd gotten it, a certain Russian happened to slap the tray causing its contents to fall on Alfred. As he snapped back into reality, the blonde was welcomed with hysterias of laughter and a smug looking Ivan. Glowering down at him he barked out,
"You know what you commie asshole, you just messed with the wrong guy!" Growling, he dropped the tray completely knowing though that it would cause some attention he had the urge to just lung out and punch him, he stayed calm as best he could until-
"Ahh, my my Alfred you should not blame others for your messy habits.. even if your some filthy pig, that's no excuse." The two stayed staring each other down for a few more minutes before Alfred couldn't take it anymore and tackled the other to the ground, and usually Ivan wouldn't fall but Alfred's force plus with he potatoes mush on the ground, he slipped and landed on his back as the other began delivering blows to him continuously.
It'd been two weeks Alfred was stuck there, and he was already feeling trapped. He wasn't used to staying in one place for very long, maybe he did stay for two weeks yes but he kept moving no matter what area, he just couldn't handle sticking to one place, it drove him nuts. So the pacing back and forth in his cell wasn't really the best idea, but seeing as he hated his cell mate- a guy named Ivan, some Russian, he tried to leave as soon as Ivan entered but that was hard.
Ivan was out a lot but he despised Alfred already just as much as Alfred despised him. Like. A lot. Finally though the tension that was growing between the two that usually stopped at snarky comments and glares escalated as they were in the cafeteria. Alfred was getting his food, mind somewhere else. That is until after he'd gotten it, a certain Russian happened to slap the tray causing its contents to fall on Alfred. As he snapped back into reality, the blonde was welcomed with hysterias of laughter and a smug looking Ivan. Glowering down at him he barked out,
"You know what you commie asshole, you just messed with the wrong guy!" Growling, he dropped the tray completely knowing though that it would cause some attention he had the urge to just lung out and punch him, he stayed calm as best he could until-
"Ahh, my my Alfred you should not blame others for your messy habits.. even if your some filthy pig, that's no excuse." The two stayed staring each other down for a few more minutes before Alfred couldn't take it anymore and tackled the other to the ground, and usually Ivan wouldn't fall but Alfred's force plus with he potatoes mush on the ground, he slipped and landed on his back as the other began delivering blows to him continuously.