LOCKUP

LYNCH

One sleepless cold night later, Kian was again confronted but this time just by the M13. He handed Kian two items, one being what looked like a more ratchet version of a tattoo gun, the other being a pencil that had a... straight staple on the end?

"Hide that shit. Business starts tomorrow. Me and my boys finna spread the news today." After he said this, he left walking away to meet up with some of his fellow members.

Kian quickly walked back into his cell, hiding his new contraband in his pillow. After that, he walked out of his cell to hopefully find his way through the prison. He walked down the stairs and made his way through fellow inmates who looked at him like candy, all the way to the prison grounds. There they had a basketball court which also accounted for the prison gym, and then there was the large square field of partially browned grass.

Walking over to the court, he leaned against a pole and watched as several inmates played a game of basketball. Running on the court, dodging each other and shooting hoops. He noticed pretty quickly that there was no such thing in their games such as penalties. Anything was fair game. At one point he saw a guy get shoved so hard he hit his head on the ground.

Just as Kian was about to walk away, one of the players called out to him, "Yo white boy! Get ov'r here."

Kian heart started beating faster as he walked over to him. The inmate was easily 6'4 making him five inches taller than Kian.

"Wha's yo name boy?" The guy looked down slightly at Kian as he held the ball to his side.

"Um, Kian. Or KC." He coughed, clearing his throat as he struggled to force himself to make eye contact with the player.

"KC?" The inmate barked a laugh, inciting the audience of other inmates to snicker amongst each other, "The fuck kinda name is that? Nah boy, fuck that. You're just a lil' white boy to me. To all of us," He gestured to the audience which was comprised of mostly black men, "My boy Aspek tells me you's his new cell mate and you know how to ink us." He raised a brow, eyeing Kian as he spoke. "Shit's true?"

Kian nodded looking over at the other inmates, "Yeah. I know my shit."

"You think you can get some ink on me then?"

"I don't see why not, homie." Kian took a leap of faith hoping this might be an ally he was making here.

He was silent a moment before laughing, "You funny, white boy. But it works for you."

"I'm chillin' wit that my boy." Kian grinned, raising his hand to the guy to get dapped up which Lynch accepted.

"Call me Lynch. Why don't we get some ink up in this bitch? Let's see what the lil' white boy got to offer." He smirked as he looked at Kian expectantly.

"What you thinkin' about? I gotchu whatever it is." Kian started walking with Lynch toward the entrance inside the cell block.

Sadly, Kian was starting to think things wouldn't be quite too bad. He couldn't have been more wrong.

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Second update today! 

Gonna be trying to do two chapters per day.

~Jake