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Post by Tony Wilson on Apr 16, 2008 18:52:23 GMT -5
T O N Y W I L S O N
your personal nightmare.
Tony prowled the hallway, twirling his nightstick between his middle and index finger. Dirty blonde hair was brushed back after a long refreshing shower. Riley Oywix had gotten out of her cell apparently; he had gone after her to teach her a thing or two about attempting to run away. But its not like it had mattered to Tony. The mess hall had been a riot the entire day, since one of the crazies had manipluated a idiotic new guard enough to let her out. It had been a complete and utter disater, and poor Tony had gotten the blunt damage of the crazie herself whipping around and tackling Tony to the ground, screaming that he was the reason she was so crazy.
Atleast she wasnt as bad as Casey, with her drug habits. He had dug into her file one night this week and had found out she had commited a murder. One of the guards that was on leave; Casey and Riley had killed his wife and unborn kid. Shaking his head to himself, Tony moved along the hallway, beginning to hum a song he had just recently learned from a fellow guard's MP3 player. He stopped in his tracks to lean against a wall, feeling the days tiredness sink in on him like some heavy curtain around his shoulders.
Maybe he could get off tomorrow night's shift if he asks someone else to take it.
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Casey Wilson
level red inmate
crimes: Murder, Attempted Murder, Conspiracy To Commit Murder, Illegal Drug Use/Possession, Arson, Disorderly Conduct, Resisting Arrest, Theft
But Ordinary's Just Not Good Enough Today
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Post by Casey Wilson on Apr 16, 2008 19:40:39 GMT -5
Casey cracked open a can of Sprite that she'd stolen from the break room. She was amazed that security on the break room hadn't been tripled since the last time she'd managed to get in there, and there had been quite a few times. One had led to a fight with Tony, another had led to her eating the warden's lunch, and having to deal with Katrine and her I-need-something-to-amuse-me-for-an-hour-now...ness. This time she'd been smarter about her adventure into the guards room, she'd waited until she was positive that it was empty, snuck in, stolen herself something that looked considerably better than the cafeteria food, and had taken off.
The cookies she'd discovered in the cupboard were gone, she'd scarfed those down as though she hadn't eaten in months or something. Taking a long sip of the soda, she wandered the halls, not quite sure where the guards were- she hadn't been out of her cell in awhile, so she didn't have the guards patrol schedule down to a t as she used to. After what had felt like forever, the injuries she'd sustained from Jeffery had healed over. Her nose was still slightly crooked, and hurt like hell if she sniffed too hard, but that just meant she needed needled heroin as compared to powder, which she preferred anyway.
Pausing at the end of the hall, she spotted her father at the end of the hall, leaning against the wall and looking tired, much too tired to effectively patrol the hallways. Downing the rest of the can casually, she crept silently down the hall, keeping to the side to avoid being spotted. When she was within a foot of him, she reached out for his belt, snatching his taser and pulling it none-too-discreetly off his belt. Sidestepping away from him, she grinned, waited until he was paying attention and tossed the taser to him.
"Have you not learned that lack of focus leads to being fired?" she asked, raising an eyebrow at him looking amused.
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Post by Tony Wilson on Apr 16, 2008 20:49:22 GMT -5
T O N Y W I L S O N
your personal nightmare.
"Have you not learned that lack of focus leads to being fired?"
Tony had just enough energy to clip the taser back on his belt, lift his head and glare daggers at his daughter. She had gotten out. Great. "And whats the pleasure of your visit tonight, Casey?" Tony said mildly, lowering his eyes to his hands that were now folded together, interlacing his fingers together over his stomach. He hadnt eaten in nearly twleve hours; the riot and his shower had him drained for energy as well as tolerance to the other inmates. "Or are you just ... roaming the halls after curview? C'mon, Casey; give me something to report about," Tony said, lifting his gaze again to his daughter, his eyes totally betraying how he was feeling. Anger and fatigue swarmed his eyes, but Tony's face was set in a simple stance; he was waiting for her to just talk so he could get this 'meeting' over and done with.
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Casey Wilson
level red inmate
crimes: Murder, Attempted Murder, Conspiracy To Commit Murder, Illegal Drug Use/Possession, Arson, Disorderly Conduct, Resisting Arrest, Theft
But Ordinary's Just Not Good Enough Today
Posts: 116
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Post by Casey Wilson on Apr 16, 2008 21:09:26 GMT -5
Casey looked slightly puzzled for a moment by his reaction, the look quickly disappearing as she tried to look unfased by his tired, slow, pretty much uncaring reaction to the fact that, for starters, she was out of her cell, and secondly, that she'd just managed to steal his taser. He looked dead on his feet, and she almost, almost felt bad for him. Not really, because to feel bad for him, that would prove that she had sympathy for him, which would mean she had some kind of human emotion, which everyone seemed to think that she lacked. Maybe she did, maybe she didn't, either way she really couldn't care less.
"Jeeze, you make it sound like I make a point of running into you on a routine basis or something. When I do run into you, it's not intentional, I swear. But if you really want something to report, gimme a second or two to get a story together," she said, leaning back against the opposite wall. Why she was sticking around was beyond her, Tony was obviously too tired to care what went on, if she really wanted to she could probably steal his keys and run off and he probably wouldn't give two shits about it.
"So there was this blue and green elephant that I was chasing, and it was on the verge of eating me when you happened to stumble into the probably-drug-induced scenario, there's your report, unless you want to go with something plain like I was wandering the halls after curfew," she said with a shrug. She didn't have anything better at the moment.
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Post by Tony Wilson on Apr 16, 2008 21:22:51 GMT -5
T O N Y W I L S O N
your personal nightmare.
"Jeeze, you make it sound like I make a point of running into you on a routine basis or something. When I do run into you, it's not intentional, I swear. But if you really want something to report, gimme a second or two to get a story together,"
Shrugging, Tony picked at his nails while Casey gathered time to put a story together. Maybe he would use it to get her out of his hair for the time being, maybe he'd laugh and tell her to fuck off, leave him alone since he wasnt in the best of moods. Running a hand through dirty blonde, wet locks, Tony realized that he was still here; still talking to Casey in a semi-civil tone, an almost casual conversation continuing between them. It was unreal, but Tony was too tired to really care anymore.
"So there was this blue and green elephant that I was chasing, and it was on the verge of eating me when you happened to stumble into the probably-drug-induced scenario, there's your report, unless you want to go with something plain like I was wandering the halls after curfew,"
"Casey, I was kidding." Another thing: Tony was calling her by her first name, not Wilson or .. or anything of that matter. She was on a first name basis with him, and now he with her. Was there soming going on in his mind? Maybe he was just over-tired, or just bored of the conversation. "But maybe your friend Oywix could use it to get her out of trouble,"
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Casey Wilson
level red inmate
crimes: Murder, Attempted Murder, Conspiracy To Commit Murder, Illegal Drug Use/Possession, Arson, Disorderly Conduct, Resisting Arrest, Theft
But Ordinary's Just Not Good Enough Today
Posts: 116
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Post by Casey Wilson on Jul 4, 2008 20:47:04 GMT -5
Casey shrugged ever so slightly as he informed her that he was only kidding about wanting her to come up with a story for him to report. She'd always been the imaginative type, and took advantage of any opportunity to come up with some crazy assed story that really made no sense at all. The fact that he was still here talking to her, and hadn't whacked her, tasered her, or yelled at her. He hadn't even referred to her as 'Wilson'. It was weird, and part of her was wondering what the hell was wrong with him- she'd seen him tired before, and even then he'd never been civil with her. It was always 'get the fuck out of here, I'm tired'.
Ignoring the mention of Riley, though she was curious as to what kind of troubles the girl had gotten into now, she glanced at her father curiously. She almost looked as though she was seeing him for the first time or something, and her confusion was hard to hide.
"You sure you're feeling alright? Like, did you get diagnosed with an incurable brain tumour or something?" she questioned. He was never civil to her, especially not when he was already in a bad mood, and now here he was, not even telling her off for the fact that she had quite obviously stolen a can of soda from the staff room.
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Post by Tony Wilson on Sept 22, 2008 19:09:49 GMT -5
T O N Y W I L S O N
your personal nightmare.
"Im just tired, alright? I dont care about much right now, not even the fact that you're out here. Just.... just pretend that Im not here." Tony said, sighing as he pushed away from the wall and started walking around. He was just not... there tonight. His mind was somewhere else. The tune he had been humming earlier came back; it was a random heavy metal tune; the bruises from today's riot had him sore aswell, and he hated the fact that he was working all week. Oh well.
"Go back to your cell, Casey. I dont feel like forcing you anywhere tonight." Tony said softly, his back still turned to her. He was done trying to be nice and he was done trying to be a hard ass. Maybe if he was just civil she would leave him alone. Give someone else hell for a chance.
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Casey Wilson
level red inmate
crimes: Murder, Attempted Murder, Conspiracy To Commit Murder, Illegal Drug Use/Possession, Arson, Disorderly Conduct, Resisting Arrest, Theft
But Ordinary's Just Not Good Enough Today
Posts: 116
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Post by Casey Wilson on Sept 22, 2008 19:23:40 GMT -5
"Oh," she replied, sounding a little disappointed. For a moment there she'd been thinking that his indifferent attitude had been something other than tiredness. Like maybe he was just trying to be civil with her in hopes of maybe patching things up. Though perhaps, somewhere deep down inside, she was hoping that he had been diagnosed with an incurable brain tumour and was depressed about it or something. No, that wasn't true, not really anyway. Her disappointed 'oh' would probably be taken that way though. She watched him begin to walk around- he looked thrilled to be working tonight.
"You're lucky it's me here and not some other inmate- they wouldn't care if you didn't feel like forcing them to go back to their cells or not... Actually they'd probably take advantage of the fact that you're out of it- I'd watch it Tony. I saw an energy drink in the fridge of the staff room, you might want to go down that if you plan to make it through the rest of your shift," she said matter of factly, but left the matter at that as she turned to head down the hall. She was as much not-in-the-mood as he was. The fact that they'd just had a civil conversation was kind of nice though. Something she wasn't used to, but something she could get used to if they continued- she doubted it though, her father was never this tired too often.
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