From a quiet, solo pad in the psych ward, to this animal house? Ain’t that just a kick in the–
Rod’s thoughts on his first day in Gen Pop were pushed aside for a brief second as a cat crossed his path. He cocked a curious eyebrow as the feline bolted off and out of sight.
The place really WAS an animal house? Who knew? Shrugging that odd moment off quickly he turned his attention back to the chaos that was playing out before him. Nothing said ‘welcome to the block’ like a good, old fashion riot, and these boys really pulled out all the stops on this one here. He sidestepped a few paces as an inmate stumbled into his path and landed on the floor in a sloppy head. Barely phased, he continued on, walking the length of the cell block calmly, his hands buried deep in his pockets while all hell broke loose.
Most of the action had been concentrated at the front of the block, in the guards command center. A few guys managed to rattle free the flimsy gated partition between the two areas, making way for a virtual free-for-all. Normally, that space would hold five or six COs comfortably, tops by the looks of it, but at present time it seemed to be stacked ten or twelve deep and all inside the cramped confines looked like kids in a candy store. Rod was just waiting for the “candy store’s” owner to show up with guns and teargas to go around. Idiots. Rod was no stranger to pointless chaos, he may have even thrived on it once upon a time, but this was just stupid. Sure, it was fun now, but the boys in blue would pick their stones up off the ground eventually and handle business. After that? A lock-down that would go on for hades knows how long. Hopefully the Pope was in a good mood and had a sense of humor about him today.
Following the flow of traffic with no sense of real urgency in his step, Rod casually trailed the thundering stampede of over excited inmates.
Slow and steady..., he thought to himself with a slight smirk. The ones at the front of the pack would just serve as human shields to those in the back if the guards did make a move, and Rod refused to have his first day in Gen Pop be his last.
Maybe this place wasn’t all THAT bad. He could even learn to like it. A new roomie, a riot...some random ass cat, and all on the first day. What other surprises did this place have in store for him? He’d find out, sooner or later. Time reveals all, and time was something this particular inmate had plenty of left on his bill.
((*dies from 3rd person-ness* GAWD that sucked XD))