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| A Man Named Joe | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Jul 21 2008, 02:41 PM (113 Views) | |
| Leon | Jul 21 2008, 02:41 PM Post #1 |
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The double doors creaked on their hinges as the two guards led the newest prisoner into the prison. The man was still wearing the clothes he had been arrested in, a nice purple suit with a green shirt, just to keep himself looking different from the rest of the freaks that occupied the outside world. His make-up had began to run, the sweat mixing with the colors and showing the pale glow of his skin. The sweat wasn’t from him being nervous or scared; he was just tired and the fatigue was starting to sit in. He was ready to just lay down in the bunk he was assigned, but he wouldn’t let his fatigue keep his spirits down. “So, what kind of grub do you serve here? The last place I was in, the food was horrible. I mean it was like eating a plate of rocks; It was a good thing I was only in for three days, otherwise I would have died in there.” With this, the man let out a loud fit of laughter that lasted a few seconds before one of the guards hit him over the back of the head. While the hit did not hurt badly, the prisoner acted as though it was the most excruciating pain he had ever felt. “What was that for? Don’t wanna answer questions, then fine, let me tell you a story about my wife…” As the man began his story, they arrived at the metal detector where another two guards stood by. A little further down from that was where the prisoner would trade in his suit for the bright orange suit that had become like a second skin to him. The man began to sift through his pockets, taking out a knife and then walking through the metal detector, only to have it beep again. This continued for about ten minutes; the nearby table had over a dozen knives, three dollars in nickels, and even a monopoly piece. When everything was on the table and the metal detector no longer beeped, the man was given his orange jumpsuit and led into the room to change. While he stripped down and changed, the guards outside were talking with the clerk that had handed him the jumpsuit. “So, what’s his name?” The clerk spoke without lifting his head, a pen in hand as he was prepared to write in the information. “Nobody knows, he just goes by his nickname. You know, they call him The…” The guard was cut off as the man, now in orange, opened the door and jumped into the conversation. “You know, I do have a name. It’s Joe, that’s J-O-E, and then Kerr, K-E-R-R. Joe Kerr.” When he finished, the guards around him eyed him as if he was an idiot or just crazy. “What? It’s French, that a problem?” The clerk wrote the name down as if he thought it was a regular name, not knowing the significance behind it. “Alright, Joe, time for you to meet the rest of the group. Enjoy your stay here at GCJ.” As he was led out of the room and into the hall, the man looked to the two guards and pointed back at the clerk. “You see, he’s the real funny man behind everything.” The two men, however, stayed focused and ignored him, trying to get to the cell as fast as possible so they could dump the freak off. The prisoner did not share the idea, and was instead shouting out in his best impression of a guard. “Dead man walking down the green mile! Yessiree, he’s heading up for them pearly gates now!” As he shouted, laughter came from the cells around him, which gave him a reason to pause and perform a bow. “Hey, anyone know how the food is here?” Eventually, the three came upon the right cell, and the two guards tossed the prisoner into it. The man grabbed hold of the cell bars and tried to put on a sad face for the two. “I thought we had something special, guys. No hard feelings that I may have killed your buddies right?” The two ignored him and walked off so that they could start their breaks. As the prisoner turned around, he saw that a large man was standing behind him. The man looked like he was the average muscle head; the guy was large and muscular, African-American, and he had a large tattoo on the right side of his face. “So you’re the new meat, huh, you circus freak? Let’s hope you a gymnast too, cuz I’m gonna break you in half.” The man’s voice was gruff and coarse, but it had no lasting effect on the man, save that his breath smelled terrible. “Wait a second, just to show that we’re friends, let me show you a magic trick.” The man known as Joe lifted up his sleeves as a magician would. “See? Nothing up my sleeves, but I can make a coin appear from your ear, just watch.” Joe put his hands around the man’s head, right beside the ears, and then grabbed onto the head and slammed it into the wall behind him. A few of these were enough, as the man slumped to the ground, either dead or out cold. To the prisoner, it didn’t matter much, the man would know enough if he woke up again. While the big black man was out of it, Joe took to the bathroom in the corner and fixed his make-up that he had kept with him. Once the white and red were right, he took the blanket off the top bunk and placed it over the large man. After all, he was still human. |
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