LOCKUP

FISH

It really didn't take too long for Kian to be sentenced after he got busted. Once the cops were called and found the drugs in his apartment, he was taken to a holding cell. After that his bail was set at thirty large, which meant his bail was only really three thousand, since courts only require ten percent of the set bail.

Though he didn't get bailed, it didn't really matter as he was sentenced to eighteen months in Riker's Island pretty early into his court hearing. Probably because he was advised to plead guilty, which he was so why lie?

He spent his first week at the Tombs, in a holding cell awaiting to be transported. In that time period he got into numerous fights with fellow detentionees. Most of them started the fights due to their knowledge of who he was. Rich white boy celebrity who got arrested on drug charges. Yeah like they'll treat him alright.

After that week, he'd managed to get out with a black eye, split lip, and four bruised ribs. Pretty lucky for him, since most people that land in there don't know nearly the amount of fight tactics that he's picked up over his years in the slums of Montana.

He and at least fifteen other fellow prisoners were loaded up into a bus and driven about half an hour to Riker's Island.

When they arrived, well, the process of getting placed in any prison is never pleasant for anybody. You get stripped of your belongings and clothes, sprayed down and cleaned up if you can call it that, no one ever feels "clean" after that. Then they check you for anything you may be trying to smuggle into the prison. Yup. They check in your mouth, and other places too.

After all that, you're given your uniform. For some it's different than other times. For Kian it was a light blue jumpsuit with DOC printed on the back in large block letters. It did little to hold warmth or anything of the sort so he ended up holding his arms to hold onto whatever warmth was left for him.

Once his uniform was given out, then he was given his bed sheets and pillow. Following this, he and several fellow inmates were lead to their cells by a guard that looked all too ready to use his baton on them.

Kian got into his cell and was immediately given the bottom bunk by his cellmate whose name was Abstrak. From what Kian learned later on, he was serving time for having sex with over five different high school girls though Abstrak was adamant it was consensual.

When Kian came face to face with his cellmate, Abstrak looked him up and down and then snorted, "Boy your white ass gonna get pounded by the end of the day." Whether he meant that in the beatdown sense or another less pleasant sense, he didn't elaborate as he climbed up into his bunk.

"I ain't afraid of no one. Bitches won't fuck me over-" Kian was in the middle of talking when four other inmates came to his cell door.

Two of them were Bloods, which was the ruling gang on Riker's and the other was an M13.

One of the Bloods looked at Kian, an amused yet devilish look on his face, "Wha's good fish?"

The M13 followed this with his own, "Where yo rent at white boy?"

"Rent?"

"Fuck yeah rent, you hard of hearing white boy? You gotta pay to stay in this cell block, boy."

"I don't have any money. And I won't be getting any anytime soon." Kian backed up a little bit.

"Well then we gotta problem Fish," The Blood narrowed his eyes as he looked at Kian, sizing him up, "No rent, no staying here. We fuck you up if we don't get our rent. You bes' think long and hard fish."

"I don't have money. I could get you some money after I'm out-"

"Fuck outta here with that bullshit. Money here, or you're getting an early tour of the hospit'l ward, lil' bitchass fish." He stepped toward Kian threateningly. 

Kian wracked his brain for anything he could do to pay off this "rent" until he thought of something, "I can tattoo people. You got anyone needs tattoos? I know my shit yo, I can do your shit fo' free fam."

The M13 nudged the Blood, whispering something to him which the Blood obviously agreed with as he nodded before passing the message to the two Bloods who agreed as well.

"You got a deal boy, we'll getchu some ink guns and you're up and running. No business though and we coming in fa' the kill, you feel me?" The M13 glared at Kian as he said all this.

Kian nodded hurriedly, swallowing hard. After this, the four left to go confront some more of the fresh meat.

This was gonna be some hardcore responsibility for Kian. He had only just turned eighteen, his only knowledge of tattooing having come from his time in the slums. His earliest experience was when he watched a dude high on crank tattooing his mother when she was unconscious.

Aspek turned in his bed and looked at Kian, "Boy you're fucked. You won't last at all in that job. You even know prison ink?"

Kian shook his head which earned a snort of humor from Aspek, "Fuckedddddd."

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What's up!

It's been a while since I've posted anything and I'm sorry about that.

This is currently a short term project I'm working on as I've felt like writing a story about jail and what it's like inside. I'm trying to keep it as real as possible, and if you guys notice anything that's false or incorrect please feel free to let me know. I'm always accepting of correction :)

As far as it goes with HAZE, I'm very sorry about not writing for it. There's a fourth chapter in the works, but that is a novel in progress and it's my baby. I truly want it to be as good as it can even as a first draft. So for me where I'm at now, it's very hard for me to write new chapters for it because I'm not in a good mental state to focus entirely on it. School and personal issues right now it's just not best for me to write for it just yet. But I promise that the fourth chapter and many more chapters will come soon!

~Jake