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Chained Down (Mira and Lavinia)
For Mira-Charma13 and Lavinia only!
Setting: Prison Type: Male x Male, Prisoner x Prisoner Name : Miration Ceinlys Age : Twenty-Two Gender: Male Picture : http://www.menewsha.com/forum/member...cture36443.jpg |
Name - Haden Waite
Age - 21 Gender - Male Piccie - http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y16...g?t=1273552808 |
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((If its ok can you start? I may not get on to reply much tonight because i have some projects due thurs so sorry if i dont!))
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((It's okay! I'll get a good starting post up as soon as possible. :D))
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Chains and handcuffs had been an integral part of Miration's life ever since he started secondary school.
He had been a 'bad apple' that had rotted from the core out as he progressed through and graduated from school. He had a temper, and a problem with authority, as well as a unique fearlessness when it came to possible juvenile detention or jail time. He was an expertly-diagnosed sociopath with no regard for most other people...nearly everything he did was for self-gain. He was a gentle person at heart and was perfectly harmless...unless he was crossed. And teachers, as well as other authority figures, constantly crossed him. Whether it was about his clothing style, or his oddly-dyed hair, or anything else, really...they would never leave him alone. Naturally, this resulted in a lot of problems with the law, and with school officials. He was a very bright student and had been the valedictorian of his senior class, but that didn't stop him from getting into trouble. His terrible record with the law had earned him disdain and scrutiny from most major colleges. Finally, he'd crossed the line by violently assaulting a police officer, who had mind you had attempted to grope him rather...searchingly. He had been convicted of attempted murder and was currently in the back of an armored transport car, which was picking up a few dangerous, violent criminals to transport to prison nearby. It had just one stop left. Miration was the youngest offender among the criminals, so far. |
((Good intro, but is it possible to post in a darker grey? xD Also, sorry for the delay, i didn't realise you'd posted!))
Haden gasped in disbelief. "You son of a B-!" He exclaimed. "You Mother F--kin Son of a B-TCH. NO!!" Haden rarely cursed, but he could not refrain from using the words that just flew from his mouth. His own brother had betrayed him. As they stood in the darkest alleyway in town, Haden knew his life would never be the same again. All the right choices he had made, all the things he had acheived, were worthless now. Haden had never broken the law in his whole life, no matter how desperate life got, no matter how much he needed help. But one summer's eve, it had gotten too much, and the one person he could trust with his life. His soul. And his word, had betrayed him for one reason, and one reason only. Envy. Haden stood helpless, as several officeres crept closer. He watched as Micah turned to leave. His job was done. As the largest officer faced Haden with a set of chains Haden let out one final remark before collapsing to his knees in pain. "I WILL NEVER FORGET THIS MICAH!" And suddenly, everything went black, as the officer above him thrashed down to silence the man on the ground. 3 days later. Haden was chained by the arms and feet and thrown on to a transport veichle, headed towards the central prison. He had heard about this place, and its notorious criminals, and it was far from where he wished to be. Haden was no monster, he was always the smartest boy in his class, from the day he began school, until his graduation from college 6 months prior. But he did know how to fight, and he knew he would have to here. Placing his head in his hands, he awaited the months that layed in front of him... |
Miration watched this new arrival dully, noting with slight amusement that he was...a little scrawny, and younger than him.
Miration, out of all of the criminals there, seemed the most...relaxed? He was slouching slightly where he sat, and, while Haden was brooding, he even let out a big, bored yawn, which had a few of the other inmates staring at him, like he was insane for being so obnoxious. He didn't really care...all he knew was that he was perfectly confident in his ability to defend himself. He wasn't as old or as big as he knew some of the inmates at this prison were, but he wasn't going to be anyone's plaything. He would make sure of that. After a moment of contemplation, he decided to go with his instincts and stick with the younger inmate, rather than the older ones here, when they walked in. Perhaps they'd get a cell together, because of their similar ages... |
Haden turned and spotted another man of similar age. His bigger build and obnoxious grin made Haden slightly nervous, but he was much less frightening than some of the other inmates he had seen so far. Haden vowed as soon as he was sentenced that he would fight to the last to keep his guard. He was NOT going to be made vulnerable to the nasty, filthy beings of this godforsaken place. Haden knew how to work people, he knew how to make friends and gain trust. But this was a different crowd of people, and he wasn't intending on ruining his already deterioating reputation.
Fixing a glance at the man behind him, he gave him a look that spoke of seriousness, but truce. He didn't want to fight anybody. Not so soon in to his sentence. Suddenly the guards infront of him stopped, leading the inmates to stop behind. Haden was unchained and grabbed by two guards twice the size of him. His scrawny demeanor was certainly going to be a problem this year. He was lead in to the cell next to him, which had a strong smell or urine and lung butter. Disgusting He thought, sitting on the bottom bunk of the bed. He caught the gaze of the man who was stood behind him once more, wondering if this would be his cell mate for the next 8 months. |
Miration moved slower than the rest of the inmates, earning him a few smacks on the arms and shoulders from the guards' nighsticks, to which he promptly responded to with defiant glaring. The guards could already tell that this one was a problem, and they removed his chains with wary looks on their faces. Instead of putting him with an inmate that would start a fight with him, they instead shoved him in with the scrawny inmate, shutting the cell door behind them.
Miration didn't even sit down. He leaned against the bars, watching the line of older inmates march away. He then stared down at the orange jumpsuit they'd given him. It contrasted starkly with his black and white hair and made him look like a large Halloween decoration. |
"Don't look so calm. Anybody would think you're enjoying this..." Haden spoke, with his head facing the tiles of the cell floor. His nose stung from the stench within, and his baggy orange jumpsuit was already chaffing his groin area. Standing up to face his cell-mate, he realised he was not only scrawny in comparison, but at least 5 inches smaller too. Suddenly feeling vulnerable, he stuck out his hand, and tried to make a friendly introduction.
"Look, i don't want any trouble. I just wanna do my time, and get the hell outta here. Deal?" Haden held out his hand, as if to offer a civil friendship with the man in his cell, with a glare back that didn't seem to agree. "So what name do you go by? I'm Haden" He responsed. Hoping for a response that didn't end with a knife in his back. He'd had enough of those this week. |
Miration didn't seem to mind the smell, or the squalor living conditions that he was going to have to become accustomed to. In fact, he seemed more irritated by his awful jumpsuit, and he was contemplating just taking it off and wandering around in the nude until they deemed it necessary to put him in more agreeable clothes so he would quit showing off his naked goodies to the world around him.
He didn't reach out to shake his hand. "...Miration." He also didn't mention his crime. This one...he didn't look like he was capable of anything too terrible. |
Miration, interesting... Haden thought, shuffling his pants underneath the jumpsuit for the third time in 5 minutes. If the prison itself wasn't punishment enough, then the clothing certainly was. He'd have blisters between his thighs in a matter of days if this was what he would have to wear.
Listening to his surroundings, he realised just how many big this place was. He heard clanging of the cell doors 5 floors above him and shouts from angry inmates that sounded miles away. He was not looking forward to dinner, at all, but he was hungry. Snarling, Haden pulled at his jumpsuit again. "Aah, why've we gotta wear they useless F--kin things! Im gonna have no b-lls to sit on by the end of the month!" He exclaimed, in disbeleif at his continuing to curse. He'd never cursed so much in one week. But why did he care. He wasn't going anywhere. |
Miration was shrieking something along those lines in his head. "They're terrible. I had them in juvy. However, after about two weeks or so, they finally caved in and gave me a t-shirt and old sweatpants..."
He paused. His voice was a low, elegant drawl. "I suppose they were tired of seeing me walking around naked, and having to detain and reclothe me." Miration wasn't hungry at all. He had a very small appetite. |
"Naked? Bet that got you some attention. But hey, it was obviously worth it. T-shirt and pants sounds lovely" Haden said, trying to make small talk with Miration. He was certainly a mysterious guy, but he could have been much worse.
Haden looked at the clock on the wall outside of the cell. 4.20pm, it read. Surely it would be time for dinner soon, but he assumed the rest of the prisoners were still being thrown in to their cells. "So, are you innocent like the rest of them out there? Or did you get switched from Juvi?" |
"It was worth it," Miration agreed, tugging at the orange jumpsuit with a disgusted look on his face. "And it did get me a lot of attention. Some of it unwanted. But, I can take care of myself..."
He paused. "Want to give it a shot and see if it works here?" At his question, Miration shifted a bit, eyeing the other cells he saw outside of theirs. "...I was let out of juvy a while ago. I'm in here for something different, now. Possibly for life. Attempted murder of a law enforcement officer. Or, that's what they say, anyway. The drunken pig groped at me, so I throttled him. Self-defense. Of course, seeing as it was one of their own boys, they left that little part of it out." |
"Oh. Im sorry. I've heard how they can twist sh-t to save their own asses. Disgusting. I wouldn't be here right now if it wasn't for them. My brother decided he'd rather save his own ass than mine i guess..He's a cop by the way."
Haden watched as he saw Miration eying down the prisoners in the opposite cells. He was confident enough that the boy could take care of himself. He didn't want any unwanted attention however, even if he thought he could fight them off. "I think i'll leave it for now. My scrawny-ness will attract enough fights as it is. Not that i can't defend myself, i just don't fancy any extra attention just yet..." |
Miration grunted, flicking the bars of the cell one by one. He'd escaped from other prisons, though sometimes only briefly, before. He'd never escaped juvy, ironically.
"Then don't leave my side. If you're that worried about attracting attention, in all honesty, pretend you are a close relative of mine, or you're my lover or something. I don't think many of them will mess with me. So, they won't mess with you...attention-wise or fight-wise..." |
"I'll keep that in mind. Thanks..Miration."
At least the other guy didn't want him dead, he thought to himself. He knew there would be trouble once they were let out for supper, and in a strange, yet morbid way, he was actually looking forward to what would happen. Haden was a skilled fighter, often being on the wrong side of a cash bet down at his local underground gym. He always won too, but the fighters that chose Haden, weren't exactly brutal characters. "Maybe a food-fight is in order...." Haden exclaimed, with a morbid laugh to finish it with. |
Miration hummed quietly, never moving from his place by the cell bars. It didn't seem like he planned on getting comfortable here. There were a million different escape plans running through his mind, quietly.
He shifted, and once again, he glared at the orange jumpsuit. "I don't know about you, but I'm already tired of this thing. If you don't want to get different clothing, that's fine by me...but I'm done with it..." Without a care in the world, Miration shifted and began to wriggle his way out of the awful orange atrocity. |
Haden watched on curiously, as Miration slowly stripped down to his natural pose. He had assumed the guy was joking, but this prooved it all. He stood quickly up, to see if anybody else had seen. It wouldn't be long till the guards saw however, because Miration was getting all the attention he needed from the prisoners opposite, who were chanting and shouting across the coridoors. Even those above were beginning to shout back, and they couldn't even see Miration.
"Give us a Blow-Job!!" One shouted "Get your F--kin clothes on, Perv!" Another exclaimed! "Your cell mate gonna join in?!" Haden heard more than once, while he stood curiously next to Miration, who was by now totally naked. He laughed, and mumbled to himself, as he heard loud footsteps heading towards their cell. "Here they come..." He said, under his breath, trying to decide whether it was worth joining in when the guards entered. ((hEHE, NAKED MIRATION! o_o)) |
Miration couldn't help it--an amused grin spread across his face as the other prisoners began to hoot and holler at him. He dropped the jumpsuit on the floor, snickering under his breath.
He had gotten similar reactions in juvy. They had called him 'The Streaker,' because he absolutely refused to wear the ugly and uncomfortable orange jumpsuits they kept forcing him into. Others had followed his lead, and once, in juvy, he'd gathered up a large number of inmates while outside for exercise and had started a giant jumpsuit-less game of football to protest the uncomfortable clothing. The guards hadn't known whether to stop them or watch and drool--it had been hilarious. When the guards came thundering over and opened the cell door, they quickly restrained him, after staring for a moment, and forced him back into his clothing. He didn't fight them, but looked amused. Once they were out of sight and earshot, Miration peered out of his cell, put his finger to his lips in an obvious sign of 'Shh, or they'll come back and make me put it on again' to the other inmates that could see him, and once again shed the uncomfortable jumpsuit. He sat down on the only clean-looking part of the floor, near the cell bars, and relaxed, happy to be out of that awful jumpsuit. |
"That almost looked like fun!" Haden exclaimed, with a clear amusement swiped across his face, as Miration planned on doing it a second time.
"I can't imagine fun in a place like this....Maybe i should join you sometime." Suddenly he saw an inmate across the room begin to take off his jump-suit. Obviously thought it was ammusing too. "Miration...if you can't fight em, joing em. You've already got a follower look..." Suprised by his smile, Haden was actually slightly enjoying himself thus far. But the cold breeze inside his cell told him to wait a little longer before he decided to streak. "Supper could be interesting now..." He said. |
Miration grinned even more, running his hand through his hair.
"And to think the cafeteria is probably already unsanitary. The health inspectors will not be pleased," he drawled, watching as more inmates began to follow his lead, laughing and joking around about it. "Perhaps you should join me, as well. You could always use it as a blanket if you get too cold. Just don't put it on. Because it's uncomfortable...and that would defeat the purpose..." Miration trailed off for a moment. "I feel powerful. I have followers. This poor prison. I half-pity the guards. Did you catch them staring at me, though? I believe that stare was a little too personal...I must be attractive." He stretched out, resting his head against the bars. "There's always room for fun, even in prison. You just have to know how to push the buttons of authority figures. That makes anything and anyplace fun." |
"I must be in the wrong cell...this was supposed to be a punishment..." Haden spoke, with a slight flirt in his tone. He did want to join in. It's not like he'd never been naked before in public. Most of his fights were dealt out with no weapons or clothing, and he'd certainly seen his fair share of naked men in the past, but nothing compared to the sights that were forming infront of him.
"Ah...why not. I can't let you be grabbing ALL the attention" He said, stripping his own jump-suit from his body and leaning on the cell bars. "Much more comfortable.." He said, winking at Miration. His first impressions of the man had certainly changed in the last few minutes. |
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