Prison Pandemonium

Penta

It was 6:30 in the morning, and Jonny Middleton was out cold, while Theo & Teddy Bear sat next to him in the dark, cold bathroom. They didn't have any real plan except to only move when absolutely necessary. Teddy hoped that Jonny would survive, however it didn't seem probable in their current conditions.
"So, can we talk about something?" Teddy Bear asked Theo. Theo looked at him cautiously, before nodding his head. Teddy Bear exhaled and then asked away. "What did Rush do to you? Every time you're near him, you start shaking." Teddy Bear asked.
"Nothing." Theo said abruptly. "Look, I'm not in good with his gang, you can-" Teddy Bear said before Theo interrupted with, "I said nothing." Teddy Bear dropped the subject right then and there. Theo would tell Teddy Bear eventually, but in that moment all he wanted to do was sleep.

Charlie grinned as he walked around the prison's kitchen. The cans of food had not yet been ransacked, and Charlie knew it would be very soon. Charlie grabbed a random can and shoved it into the front of his pants to save for later. He decided to have a little looksie inside of the fridge and freezer. There was no food left in the fridge, and the only thing in the freezer were ice packs. Charlie took these too. He knew they would come in handy at some point.

It was 10 in the morning when Rush & his gang finally got up. Their current task was to take the cans of food in the cafeteria and bring it to B-Block, to get people to join them and to get people to do what they wanted. It wasn't even 12 hours in and things were already getting tough. Rush knew he would need all the leverage he could possibly get.
Rush, Nestor, Holt, Burr & Jimenez headed towards the cafeteria, with three of Rush's bodyguards following suit. Rush didn't know their names, but he called them The Rush Hours. Rush called them Hour 1, 2 & 3, since he didn't know their names and he didn't respect them enough yet to be on a first name basis with them.
Hour 1 had long black hair tied into a ponytail, his brown eyes looked like murky waters instead of honey. Hour 2 was someone who looked like he peaked in high school, and he had a mullet. Hour 3 was burly, with chocolate skin and brown hair with the same eyes to match. Hour 3 seemed to be the most reliable out of The Rush Hours.
As Charlie hurried off with his ice packs and his can of food, Rush's gang burst into the kitchen and began taking the cans. They were stuffing cans in their pants, in their shirts, you name it. By the time the boys were done, every can had been wiped clean off the shelf.
"Let's go boys." Rush said, grinning at his followers. Nestor smirked at the Rush Hours, a condescending smirk that pissed Hour 3 off to no end.

Jonny Middleton was in agonizing pain. His face was swollen and he felt like he was in the Sahara desert. He had been sweating all night from a fever coming on. Theo & Teddy Bear told him that they'd get him some Ibuprofen from the medical area later if they could. Jonny was appreciative of them and their efforts to save him, even though he was unable to express it vocally.

Charlie ran to the janitors closet on the male side of the prison and quickly went into his secret crawl space, grinning. He had it made down here. He took the can out of his pants and threw it down into the crawlspace, along with the ice packs.
Charlie was making the best with what resources he could find. It was his divine right after all. He deserved to live out of all the scum in this damned prison. Charlie had begun calling Brooklyn Falls Penitentiary, "Fucklyn Balls Penistentiary." Charlie thought it was the funniest thing ever, and even thinking about it now made him burst into giggles.
Charlie wasn't too hungry yet, so he would wait to open his can of food. However, he began putting the cold ice packs on his body. It felt good, considering how much he was sweating, even though it made him shiver.

O'Neill sat in one of the library chairs, reading a book over religion, while Sheriff Wendy was attempting to calm herself down with her fifth and last cigarette. O'Neill had guaranteed her numerous times that they would be safe in the library, though he knew it did little to comfort the growing anxiety inside of her.

Nestor & Holt were laughing about Charlie scaring everyone when Rush suddenly stopped in the hallway. Holt ran directly into Rush's back, and it surprised him. However, what was in front of him surprised him more.
On the floor was a massive pile of bodies, had to be at least a dozen of them. They were all mangled, and even more disturbingly, in the middle of the floor was a pentagram. A pentagram made out of blood. "What the fuck?" Hour 2 said. Everyone agreed. What the fuck, indeed.