Except it won’t smack you in the face if you choose to stay completely out of it.
This is prison, man. There ain't no way to stay out of anything. Have we met before, or is my brain just full on stupid today?

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Except it won’t smack you in the face if you choose to stay completely out of it.
This is prison, man. There ain't no way to stay out of anything. Have we met before, or is my brain just full on stupid today?
Honestly I find it much more amusing to just sit back and watch.
Yeah, until shit hits the fan and smacks you in the goddamn face.
I swear to God you guys are acting like children. Never thinking shit through.
I know he did. But that doesn’t matter. I’m here now. I won’t be leaving again.
It's nothing against you, Nik, but I'm not holding my breath. I went to sleep one night then woke up the next with the closest thing I have to a friend in this place missing. ... It scared the shit out of me. -- I'm just glad you're back, and that's all I want to focus on right now.
Yep, and apparently I still am ‘cause I have no clue why I announced that. My apologies.
It's okay, man. Those mind-controlling aliens get people all the damn time.
Oh my gosh, I love penises again.
Were you confused there for a while, buddy?
Yeah. They made me leave for a while. I’m sorry about that.
Hey, man. Not your fault. Surprised you came back, actually. Vincent got kind of fucked up for a while, though.
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Hello, gorgeous.
-- Yo. Been a while.
I'm Back, Missed Me?
At the personal decree of Alistair, a familiar structure leisurely strode toward the elder brother on an approach. Without conviction to Caleb, apparent short-term memory loss did have an influence on an ill memory. “I know you’ve been knocked in the head, one too many times, so I’m going to let that comment slide”. An extension of his right hand, Alistair clasped onto the cigarette, and snatched it out of the other male’s hand, into his own. In between his fingers, he lodged it in between his ajar lips, puffing every now and then. “What’s the matter? Did Vince stop fucking you, jealous he got a new toy to play with?”
For the first few moments of their interaction, Caleb remained surprisingly patient. It wasn't until Alistair took the cigarette and placed it in his own mouth that he got irritated. Sighing, he pulled the pack out of his pocket, alongside some matches (because Nevermore could smuggle damn near everything in Alcatraz, and Caleb had been fortunate enough not to resort to ghetto rigging his shit), and lit up another cigarette. "You got the wrong guy, Alley Cat. Vincent ain't ever touched a bone on my body. But hey, my advice to you is to get a sex life of your own so you aren't so worried about mine. Sound like a plan? Excellent." Without waving the match out, he flicked it toward Alistair, hoping it landed right in that goddamn smug asshole's lap.
I'm Back, Missed Me?
In the cesspool of obscurity, a heap of brand-new and unfamiliar faces adorned the facility. The sabbatical didn’t perpetuate for an extensive juncture, did it? Two weeks in solitary confinement couldn’t shatter any glass in a criminal’s mindset. In approach to the usual vicinage, he perched himself on the metallic table, just outside of Alcatraz. “Hey, you. C’mere”.
Was it so much for Caleb to enjoy an actual cigarette without being interrupted? Just one? One full cigarette? It was like, seven minutes of peace and quiet. But no. Someone always wanted to swoop in and ruin it. Caleb sighed, turning toward the voice to find that none other than Alistair Bennett had returned from what ever dark hole he'd managed to crawl himself out of. "Well, shit," Caleb said, walking toward the man as requested. "And here we all thought you were dead. We can't win for losing, can we?" He took a drag of his cigarette. Under normal circumstances, he would have offered one to the person he spoke to, but considering the obvious divide in gang affiliation, he had no desire to in this situation. "What do you want, big guy?"
"Of all things to hide in one of the garden areas. Brilliant… Maybe an authority figure wants to claim this? Or I could keep it."
"Or you could, you know." Caleb shrugged, hands shoved into the pockets of his prison-administered jacket. "Share the wealth like brothers are supposed to do."
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