Death Row

[PirateOTC]

If the security could be higher at The Gregrick Kansas High Security Prison, then it surely was this day.
John felt familiar when he looked up and saw the high grey, massive building right infront of him. The barb-wired fence was some meters behind him and the cops who held his arms.
John smirked at the blue sky
Blue is my favourite color....

He got pushed in his back, snapped out of his moment there and he sighed as he got lead roughly inside the jail.

All this commotion for li'l o'l me
He could hardly turn his head though, the cops thought he would bite them and give them rabies or something, they forced him to look straight ahead. He smirked when he saw the fat police/jail boss behind the desk he was led to.
"Got any smokes?"

"Stop fucking around, Blood. There ain't no mercy here, specially not for you" the cop looked at him, up and down, with disgust and he started writing down the information the jail needed about this man.
"Good, strip him and take him to the cell"

With yet another rough push, John was lead to a room where they stripped him down naked, got rid of anything he could use as a weapon and put him in fancy orange pants and shirt.

Soon he was walking down the isle. The isle with unbreakable floor, bars and unbreakable windows by the sides. Two cops by his sides, but he wasn't chained by his feet (for once), but to his wrists. He was so used having handcuffs peeling off some of his skin on his wrists now, he never even thought about it like most probably would.

The convicts in the cells he passed started calling out to him and the cops, but calmed down when they saw who it was that was gonna be their new buddy.
John could hear them still though, but he didn't make one smirk. He looked stonecold.

"Shit, it's Blood! Look, isn't it?"
"Heard he was dead!"
"Wish my mama could see this now!"
"it sure is that Blood one! Can't mistake that damn hair!"

The last comment made John glance to his side, just enough so he could see who it was who had said it. And he memorized the mans face before he looked straight ahead of him again.
He had always had that stripey 80's hairdo. And he had always got mocked for it. But he didn't take it that much to heart. He had just killed the poor bastards who made fun of him.

One of the cops hit the bars with his baton to one cell that had the most interested convicts.
"Shut up and back off!"

John was only 10 meters away from the cell he would spend the rest of his days in.....

Fuck, I could really use that smoke now...

[Devyn]

Saint looked up from were he was sitting on his cot in the cell. His back stayed leaned against the wall and unlike many of the others that had gotten up to peek their heads out between the bars and find out who was being brought in-- he wasn't one of them.

"Blood, hmm?" He muttered to himself, eyes finally opening to glance toward the front of his cell. He knew the cell beside him was open after the untimely death of his latest cellmate. So this 'Blood' would have to pass right in front of him, maybe even being held to a stop while the guards opened the prison bars. Saint just shifted his weight on the cot and folded his arms across his chest, waiting, not with high expectations. He didn't get along with anyone here... there was no such thing as friends on 'death row'. Why bother? Everyone was going to be dead in the next few years anyways.


Fallon drummed her nails against the desk of the matron. He was taking his damn sweet time pulling up the papers to John Blood's file. She'd already read everything there was on his case, but officially she had to sign the papers in order to be able to give him the psychiactric evalution she was required to give every new inmate at the Gregrick Prison Facility.

"Sir, if you don't mind me--" She started, but was immediately interrupted by his rude reply that he was still looking for the papers. Fallon heaved an annoyed sigh and just let out a few deep breaths to calm herself, leaning back in her seat. She glanced toward the monitor screens behind where the matron was searching through his files. Her eyes squinted slightly, but she could make out the fuzzy pictures of hallways from all angles and someone, Blood, being led down one of them to his cell.

[PirateOTC]

The cops stopped Blood infront of an empty cell, still holding Blood tight at his all-tattoed up arms so he wouldn't try to run away, as they opened the door to the cell

In the meanwhile, Blood took one glance around, to the left of him were the cells he had just passed, with the inmates still glaring, whispering at his way. To the right to him was the last cell on that row and he saw a calm, shaved man, seemed like he was only about 17 (but then again, Blood wasn't too good with guessing ages. Himself looked like he was 20 years older than what he really was.)
Maybe this young man never had read the papers, or he simply didn't care who Blood was. Blood preferred the later..

The cops quickly got Bloods handcuffs off and pushed him into the cell "Get in there!"

John turned around just in time to see the bars lock him in. He and one of the cops kept eyecontact until the cops were out of sight as they left him there.
He sighed and looked towards the other inmates who, once the cops were gone now, stared and grinned viciously towards John, some asking some questions.
He ignored them and looked to his other side instead, Seeing that young guy still sitting quiet in his cell, but watching him too. He didn't look like he was interested though, so John walked over to that side of his cell and sat down on his own cot, still not caring what the other inmates were calling him. He simply layed down on his back on the cot and closed his eyes. Not cause he was tired, but he needed time to settle down in this cell and in his mindset. Knowing that this would be the last place he'd visit in this life...

[Devyn]

Saint kept his eyes on Blood as they moved him into the cell, making eye contact and not looking down. Being on death row for two years already had taught him not to flinch to anyone, even men worse off than he was. If you flinched, they'd eat you alive here. And Saint wasn't about to let his death sentence get any closer. He had six years left to wait, he was going to use every minute of those years to stay alive.

"Blood, huh?" He mused to himself, but loud enough to be heard by him. "How many on your record?" He asked, this time directed toward the man laying down on his cot.


Fallon's attention was snapped away from the security tapes when the matron slapped a thick set of papers down in front of her and told her to sign every last one of them.

"This going to take all day." She sighed and went to work signing her signature at the bottom of every page.

[PirateOTC]

John laid there. Still with his eyes closed. It took him long enough to answer the young guy, so long he could hear him draw a breath to (maybe) repeat his question.

"lost count"

[Devyn]

Saint half smirked at that remark, "Sure you did." He didn't really think it was possible to lose count of how many people you killed. Not for him, at least. They were all still stuck in his head, replaying over and over again. He couldn't get rid of them sometimes.

"How many years until they get you?"

[PirateOTC]

Now John shifted a bit on his cot, looking to his side so he at least could see the guy talking to him. He wasn't used having anyone talking like this to him. He had mostly just been left alone..not that he really minded it..

"depending on who you're talking about, kid. The people I've killed or the people who put me in here"

He supposed that this guy had been killing some people too for ending up in this jail aswell. And he also supposed that if that was the case, he had a hard time sleeping without nightmares too...

[Devyn]

"Before the inject you."

Saint cleared up, making the slight motion of a needle to his arm. That was death on a plate waiting to happen. He had six years, so how long did Blood had to wait. Sometimes waiting was harder than people though. If it had been yesterday, then Saint wouldn't have it hanging over his head all the time... then again, he'd be dead, so he wouldn't have a head for things to hang over.

[PirateOTC]

"oh uuhh...they said something about 10 years...you?"

[Devyn]

"Six."

Saint returned, not thrilled by his no-care attitude. If there was one thing Saint did care about, it happened to be staying alive.