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Stretching out - (Open)

Posted Feb. 14, 2019, 1:09 p.m. by Major Kodek Vonn (Head Guard) (James Sinclair)

Posted by Rylee Amara (Prisoner (Ex-Starfleet)) in Stretching out - (Open)

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

Posted by Rylee Amara (Prisoner (Ex-Starfleet)) 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

”… Guards’ll kick him ‘til he’s sober, Guards’ll kick him ‘til he’s sober, Guards’ll kick him ‘til he’s sober, 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…” Stavros stopped suddenly and tilted his head mischievously. “You should give it a try,” he called out to her, “Make up a verse about what you’d do to the drunken prisoner.”

Stavros,
Prisoner

“I’m having far more fun listening to you make things up, then trying to think up a line to go into the song,” Rylee said honestly. Laughing softly as she watched him. “What else you got?” She smirked at him softly.

Rylee Amara, Prisoner

It was at that point that the hatch to the cell block opened and the familiar figure of the Head Guard strode in. Walking up to the cell containing Stavros, the helmet looked in and the artificially generated voice said “Prisoner is not to socialize with other prisoners until such time as they have earned that privilege.” and he tapped a few commands into the bracer on his left wrist and the wall came down in front of the force field, locking into the floor. As it did, all sound from inside the cell ceased.

Vonn walked over to Amara. “Your position is fluid. Ensure that you do not overstep your bounds… or encourage others to think their confinement allows for the same… considerations… you have been given. Do you understand, Prisoner?”

Vonn, Head Guard


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