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Stretching out - (Open)

Posted Feb. 12, 2019, 11:49 p.m. by Rylee Amara (Prisoner (Ex-Starfleet)) (Sara Rastellini)

Posted by Iolaus Stavros (Prisoner) in Stretching out - (Open)

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Rylee was stretched out on her bunk listening to the other prisoners on her cell block. She had a lot of time to kill since there had been no word on the missing prisoner or well anything else between her short shifts in the security department. There wasn’t much else for her to do until she could get to the gym, but she’d already spent her time in the gym. Now, unfortunately, she was only waiting for her next meal at the moment.

Rylee Amara, Prisoner

In some other part of the cell block another prisoner was very obnoxiously and loudly singing “101 bottles of whiskey on the wall, 101 bottles of whiskey, If one falls off I’ll drink it down and then there’ll be… 100 bottles of whiskey on the wall, 100 bottles of whiskey, If one falls off I’ll drink it down and then there’ll be… 99 bottles of whiskey on the wall…”

Stavros
Prisoner

Rylee just smirked at the song really. “You know my six-year-old sings better than you do.” She called out to him just for conversation really. The young ex-Starfleet officer looked out her cell towards the direction the song was coming from. She had heard of a new prisoner coming inbound but hadn’t met them yet herself.

Rylee Amara, Prisoner

The singing stopped, “I bet your six-year-old doesn’t sing the kinds of songs I sing,” the voice called back good naturedly. If Rylee sat on the right angle than she’d be able to catch a glimps of a head of wavy blond hair and a rather short man in the usual prison jumpsuit sitting behind the twinkling force field.

“I can sing another one if you like? Drunken Prisoner is always a classic,” Stavros called back merrily.

Stavros
Prisoner

Rylee actually laughed and moved to sit up and moved to the right angle to see the other prisoner. “Give it a try lets see if it’s any better than the last song.” She said.

Rylee Amara, Prisoner

Stavros grinned, turning where he was sitting so he was fully facing Rylee’s, “Just remember you asked for it.” he remarked cheekily before taking a deep breath and launched into the song ” Way Way hay and up she rises Way hay up she rises Way hay up she rises, Earl-eye in the morning. What’cha going to do with the drunken prisoner, What’cha going to do with the drunken prisoner, What’cha going to do with the drunken prisoner Earl-eye in the morning. Shave his head with a rusty razor, shave his head with a rusty razor, shave his head with a rusty razor Earl-eye in the morning…”

As he was singing images flooded his minds, of all his adventures with Ira where the two of them had belted it over the countryside of the planet they were on. But rather than be hit with nostalgia as he was singing it, he found that it made him enjoy the old familiarity of the song.

Stavros,
Prisoner

Rylee listened without comment because he seemed to be enjoying himself so much just singing the song. Though she had to admit she was surprised that the head guard didn’t come growl at them to keep it down. She listened knowing that her six year old would love this song and her mother would hate it.

Rylee Amara, Prisoner


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