#irnocns

[theauthorlives]

@irnocns - Continued from here

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Word had gotten around the prison that a new inmate was arriving. It was someone who had come from one of the top max security prisons. But why were they coming to Happy Trails? They did have sections dedicated to solitary confinement, but the security level was lower. Some of the Gang were apprehensive about rumours they'd heard, but Yancy was undeterred. A new face was exciting. It felt like most people were leaving rather than coming in.

The excitement doesn't quite stick when said new person enters the room dedicated for rec time. Before anyone in the Gang with sense could grab his shoulder and shove him back into his seat, Yancy hopped up and followed after the new face. His movements were fast, and wound up startling the other. Yancy put his hands up, showing that he wasn't a threat, and adding to this by making (what he thought was) a silly comment.

It didn't go as intended, and Yancy was quickly shoved aside. There was a movement of the other's hand and... ah.

"In a sec. Just wanted to say 'hi', is all. I know what it's like getting shunted from one prison to another, and it ain't fun trying to readjust to a new place. Youse might be one of those people who likes they's own company, but... Just wanted to let you know that should youse ever need someone to talk to - or to get people outta youse's hair - just keep an eye out for me. Name's Yancy."

[selfmenticide]

@irnocns \ cont'd [ x ]

sometimes it was nice just getting pen to paper when it came to chase and his feelings . he was not a stranger to talking about what it was that plagued him , he was not reserved when in the right company , and overall he was emotionally intelligent enough to realize when what he has said has made another uncomfortable . the convict , this stranger , he didn't really seem to mind as chase absentmindedly spoke of a life far out of reach , now shoved into a metal tomb to serve a sentence for something he had not done . the father was tired , simple as that . you have a freaky entity tagging along with every single one of your adventures , said entity kills both of your children in your likeness , and boom , 10 patrol cars are outside his house and he's being dragged to the finite place of the iron lung .

fitting it was , to be seen as crazy and thrown somewhere where the ' crazy ' didn't follow . the brunet supposed that was an upside . not once had he seen nor heard anti's presence on the ship , actually leading to less meltdowns from chase . honestly , right now , the convict was probably looking at the MOST well put together chase that anyone had seen in at least two years . yet , the bags under his eyes and the vacant look in icy blues leaves very little to the imagination on how beaten and broken chase really was .

the raven's words do make the brunet chuckle , may not what the convict had expected for a reaction , but truly chase couldn't help it . " i mean , yeah i guess you're not wrong , bro . but hey ! since it's just you and me trapped in this funny box , i'mma be real with you and say that this lowkey was kinda a great escape ? but like , not executed great . " humor was a weapon chase held in white knuckled grasps , swinging blindly and hoping to hit . " didn't think i'd have to get painted as a murderer to get some peace . " the american accent is thick , emotion brimming on the back of his tone that he immediately bites back before pressing his hands to his knees and going to stand .

" we should probs see where the next location is , huh big guy ? but , i big 'preesh you listening , you for real don't gotta do that . "

[gamethecry]

@irnocns asked: "Remember that conversation we had about personal space." / go my convict

hazel eyes narrow at fast hands motioning towards him , feeling tight lips pull into a deep frown . madison didn't care much for the comfort of others , and the convict before him was no different . the brunet wasn't surprised at his inevitable doom , sent to a watery tomb far from the grasps of civilization beyond a mute who could care less to have the murderer here . despite this tense air , this evident shared feeling of disregard , mads gives a faux smile and leans back onto his heels , tone dripping with condescension . " oh , my bad ! didn't know the difference between us carrying on or not was entirely dependent on you having a foot of extra space to yourself ! "

madison moves to where his spine presses into pipes and bolts , grin turning something sour as he cocked a brow at the raven . " please , let me know if THIS is enough wiggle room for you . "