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This Is Prison Started by: Flexx-Mitchell on Jul 21, '18 05:04

The walls stood high enough that you couldn’t think of climbing. With barbwire wrapped around every inch. You couldn’t slipp outta there if you blended into the ground itself. There were four different blocks and two stories high in each. Solitary confinement was place to itself, all one level lockdown with an hour of exercise in a cage. It wasn’t nice, but the gangster or criminal would always feel like home in these settings. Behind these walls, there was no way to actually line up what was going on, or even who was doing what. All there was to go off of was the stories told by the ones that may have got out on a minor crime, or maybe they snitched and got favores.  No one actually knows, or do they? Seven by 12 feet of room in each cell, enough for two or three people when it is crowded. The scene was as grimey as they could come. The four different blocks consisted of A, which consisted of inmates that were there just for court or with sentences two years and below, B block was an upgrade for low or minimal security, not much of a threat but still criminals. C block was medium risk and security and privileges were tighter in this location. Now block d was the beginning to the end, you had better be ready in the head for this step. These were the murders and killers, the bad bunch, they were usually on lockdown due to acting up, but still able to move around freely and do their thang. Then there was solitary confinement, very self explanatory with only an hour of freedom outside of that cage, and that freedom was in another cage. Everything else was done in your cell. Of course you had your clicks, your crews, and your solo rollers. In this place you could run about almost anything that is running in the streets. So it was an opportunity for the streets as well as in the clank. Now Flexx had a buddy that was locked up for a robbery, with attempted murder. He was on a twenty plus with no good time at all. He had his own thing going on in here and was pretty well set from the funds put on his books every month. In the max part of the prison he was limited, but still made things move. It always comes to a point when a hustler will learn a new and efficient way to hustle. His name was Tourey, and it was a regular day out on the yard. He stood at the gate looking at the new fish arriving. A fresh bus arriving, who knows what it will produce. The guards stand ready with weapons off safety ready to go. The bus pulls up, in the center of all of the yards view. Check in was usually at the time when the yards were full. You could hear the chant as the gates open.

“FRESH, FISH!. FRESH, FISH!”

The chant was simultaneously within the yards. Even Solitary would join in even from inside their cells. You could see the fresh batch of criminals being marched off the bus in shackles from head to toe, and together linked in a chain. You would never know what was the next move, or even the next play.

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Flexx was on his way out to the prison to visit his buddy that was locked up. Tourey was down for a long time, and this contact from the outside always would help. It also helped the hustle, making sure to touch every aspect of it. Even the ones locked up need to get there hustle on. Flexx pulls up with his driver Matua, he would stay in the car and wait. Flexx takes another drag before he gets out of the car to go in. Besides the visit he had a small package to deliver, and some cash to throw on the homies books. Being a regular to see his buddy Tourey, Flexx didn’t have much pressure, even tho he was out here in the streets he was still a hustler, but more a businessman. Flexx makes his way through the first wave of security. As he looks around there were more than enough guards watching. He places items from his pocket into the basket as he gets searched. A very uncomfortable part of the process, Flexx smirks as he shrugs off the stereotype they place one him.

“Yea, so you should be in here soon, can’t wait to get ya checked in.  haha”

The guard chuckles as he passes Flexx back his items. Flexx looks at the guard as he grabs his things. He walks with confidence as the approaches the visiting cage. He could see his buddy waiting for him to approach. Flexx smiles as he takes a seat. There was a table in between them but contact was prohibited. As they start to talk, Flexx drops a pack on the ground under the table. Tourey would get that right before he leaves. Flexx starts to let him know how good the cleaners and the logistics department was doing, and how he has brought some extra ends to put on his books for appreciation in having a hand on getting things started. The visit was about thirty or forty five minutes. In that time Flexx was able to get the scoop on the inside and deliver some info from the outside. Like he always said communication is always key in this thing of ours to survive. He stands up and gives his buddy a handshake.

“HEY, NO TOUCHING!

He steps back and exits the prison. Another successful meeting. Things could be better but they were great where they stood.

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Taga woke up and looked around, he looked at his hands, his vision was blurry. He was in the back of a truck, and was dazed from the beatdown he had taken. He was chained to a group of other thugs. This wasn’t a trip back home, this was a ride to the clank. Out in the streets, a lot of times the clank is where ya land. Taga gathers himself as much as possible. He mentally prepares himself for what is about to come at him. All the thugs were quiet on the ride as they approached,

“Get it together!”

The guard yells into the back at the new arrivals as they approach the prison. It was mid afternoon and the belly of the beast was fresh and hungry. The truck slowed as they entered the prison. The truck stopped and the back door opened. The bright light blinded a few of the detainees as the guards poked and pulled at them to exit the vehicle. This was the start of the long road. The line of new inmates are marched into the jails, and processed in. Taga is escorted to his cell, and the door slams. Taga wasn’t even sure about the time he had ahead of him. He wouldn’t know that till after the weekend. For the time now, he needed to make sure that he was good. He had a little change on his books, and he sat as he thought about his first move. A hustle is what he needed. He got his bunk together and stood at the opening of his cell to look out.

“ONE HOUR REC”

He hears the guard yell, and the cell doors open. The inmates make their way to the center and mingle with other inmates. Taga stands at the opening, scanning the area, looking at who is who, and who hangs out with who. This was the start, and with much more to come.

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