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Greene County Jail, Bloomfield, IN
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＊ FINDING #9 - INSIDE THE NOODLE SYNDICATE CELL BLOCK ＊
i have received another image from noodle syndicate intel @threethirty3
this is of the noodle syndicate cell block in their hq
btw it looks honestly scary to me like i don’t even want to be in there at all
and also how’s your little expedition thing going???
Should you come even if you don't speak English fluently? And if so, how does it work?
Heaven's yes!!!! It is absolutely fine. Please don't let that be a barrier. I have done several prison sentences in Germany. The language barrier made it more exciting!
We just stumble through the translations and play harder!
Hampton Role Play Question
Abandoned Prison
California
Abandoned West
Hasselblad 500c/m
Kodak Tmax 400iso
Mr. Riegillio PVC track suit - even though it’s actually a cool day, the sun on that PVC feels and smells wonderful.
what groups do we think will make best of radix this year
Tim Goes to Prison
29.
Tote was standing in the biggest room he had ever seen. Block 2 was five tiers high and 50 cells long. On the other side of a steel-faced concrete wall, back to back with those 250 cells, was Block 1, the other half of Cellhouse B. They were identical, and every cell in them was identical to every other cell.
Tote didn’t know any of those things. He just knew what he was seeing, which was the biggest zoo in the world. The biggest zoo he could imagine, anyway. The cages were full of captive primates standing on two legs and pressing against the bars. He stared at them, and the ones in the nearby cages stared back in his direction.
Now Tote was getting scared, so he moved his eyes into the distance. The end of the room was a really long way away, and there were so many cells that the ones far off looked like thin little folders lined up on a shelf. When people are stressed, their minds sometimes go backwards to some earlier place in their lives, and Tote’s mind did that. He started remembering all those days when he was Tim and his father “invited” him for a “conference” in the office he had at home. It seemed like his dad always started by clearing files off his desk, inserting them in one of the big gray cabinets in the corner of the room, and locking it up. Tim used to wish that he himself was something that could be put away like that, instead of being treated like “an important part of this family” who had to “think seriously” about himself and what he “intended to do with his life.”
“So maybe that’s why I’m here,” Tote thought. “Guess I got my wish.”
Then he felt better, but he was still scared about what was happening. When he checked into the Recovery Program, he felt like he was lost in a huge barracks with incredible numbers of dudes locked in with him, but that was all tiny compared to Block 2. The barracks was just a room with cheap ass walls and some bars on the windows, which was supposed to give you this big scary experience, and at first it did. But then you realized it was all just a way of fuckin off for a few weeks, after which they let you out. Even the guards didn’t give a shit. Block 2 was definitely not like that. It was nothing but bars. There was enough steel in there to build a fuckin skyscraper. That’s how much they cared about keeping you where you were supposed to be, because you had to be there for the rest of your life. And it wasn’t like the barracks, where it was one big room and you could walk around. This was all just little cages for little captured animals.
Little but—dangerous. You don’t go to that much trouble to lock up nice well meaning college kids who’ve somehow made a wrong decision.
When he thought that, Tote felt a lot better. He wasn’t a college kid anymore. He was a criminal. Someplace in that enormous room there was a cage waiting for him, a cage that he needed to be in. He knew from what Tim had overheard that his dad had a special place where he put files that nobody else should see, and he locked them up in there, forever. Now Tote felt good, because that had finally happened to him.
But when his eyes went back to the cages in front of him, he had another thought. He noticed that each of those cages had two animals locked inside it. So whatever cage he was in, he wouldn’t be alone. He just hoped that the Pen had picked out the best kind of animal for him to mate with.
