Jailbreak || Corpsekkuno

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Dusty Springs, an absolute shit show of a penitentiary. The guards had almost no control over the inmates and crazies because of one man in particular. Crops walked around the penitentiary like he owned the place because in some way, he did. He was the guy that people got warned about when they first entered the prison. The type of criminal that was the main feature in episodes of scared straight. Tall, black curly hair that covered his eyes, mysterious scars and a devilish smile to match. Crops was ruthless, and he made sure people knew that when they stepped foot into his prison.
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Right after morning roll was breakfast, which almost everyone except for Crops and his friends seemed to ignore or turn their nose up in disgust. (The lunch ladies and Crop's gang had an...interesting relationship so meals for them were always specially made)

He had just woken up after deciding to skip morning roll call (because privileges) and as he strolled through the door he was met with a chorus of 'good morning sir' along with a few whistles from the lunch ladies and other inmates. No one could deny that Crops was insanely attractive and that was something very valuable in the world of crime. One wouldn't think it was so important, but think of women who are hustlers or people who catfish; it's all about the looks.

"Margie baby, you'll make us something good today right? I have a feeling today is gonna be special for us..." Crops leaned slightly through the kitchen window and smirked, all of them began to giggle

"I'm so jealous of you Marg, I wanted to be next" Another lunch lady pouted with a mischievous look in her eye, the inmate turned to her slowly and almost jumped over the counter

"How about both?~" he purred in his southern drawl, making them all blush. Suddenly there was a high pitched whistle and Crops whipped around to be met with a new female guard who was glaring at him. And to say his jaw dropped was an understatement,

She was at least 6'3 with hair in a jet black curly bob, the first few buttons of her uniform unbuttoned. He glanced briefly at her name tag

Dimitrescu

"Inmate 472 were you even listening to me?!" She snapped her baton out beside her, which made him gulp

"The more you yell, the more excited I get" He grinned,

Like a viper, the baton struck his side which brought him down to one knee. He felt something cold lift his chin and a pair of fierce light brown eyes staring him down.

"Don't ever disrespect me again inmate, do you want to go to the shoe?"

Crops did in fact go to solitary confinement for the afternoon
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Most male inmates chose to spend their time either outside or in the gym, for Crops and his friends though it was usually the basketball courts. He was playing with a few of his gang; Mark, Sean, Ludwig and Felix against the crazy bastards in D-block.

Suddenly the ball bounced quite a ways away from the court, and Corps went to fetch it.

"I'll get it," he assured and chased after it behind a shed where inmates often went to do illegal activities. Sure enough he heard voices, and what sounded oddly like a muffled scream. He peered around the corner to see a big man and a tiny guy in what appeared to be a fight. But not in the way one might think, Crops was amazed at the speed and technique on the smaller dude who was armed with what looked to be a shank made out of a rusty pipe; he dodged and weaved every blow from the larger man until finally throwing him against the shed with all of his strength. His reddish brown fluffy hair was covering his eyes so he couldn't see who it was except for a crazed smile and an orange band around his arm which indicated him being a new inmate.

"Hey!" Crops shouted and sprinted over, about to break up the fight when the smaller man whacked him in the leg and ran away. He groaned and leaned against the shed, sweat dripping from his face and making his black curls shaggy.