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Post by Mama on Jun 1, 2010 17:48:07 GMT -5
[TAG: Josh!  ]
Mama perched on the prison issued mattress, rigid and tense. Her elbows were set on her knees and the heels of her hands were pressed against her tightly closed eyes. She sucked in long, deep breaths through her nose, held them for a count of two and released them slowly through her mouth. Her nails left angry, crescent shaped indents along her hairline.
Mama had begun to lose track of the hours she had spent in the hole. That was never a good sign. She’d kept track for as long as possible but the battery in her cheap, digital watch had died and she’d quickly lost count after 23 Mississippis.
Deep breath in. Slowly let it out. Breathe in. Breathe out. Keep breathing.
The Southern woman made the mistake of lifting her head from her hands, and the darkness of the cell quickly impressed itself upon her. The cell was so small, the walls so close that if she were to stand and stretch out her arms she could easily lay her palms flat against the opposite slabs of concrete.
Nervous sweat broke out on her brow and prickled along her top lip. Anxiously, Mama dropped her elbows so that she could rub her clammy hands on her prison blues. Feeling that immobility was perhaps egging on her claustrophobia, Mama got up from the bunk and began pacing to and fro. Three steps to the door, turn, three steps to the toilet, turn, three steps to the door, turn, three steps…
Mama’s breath caught in her throat as the wall across from her suddenly seemed to lurch forward. She stumbled sideways against the adjacent wall, her shoulder jarring slightly as it struck the solid concrete. Her dark eyes darted around the cell, jumping to the ceiling to make sure it wasn’t beginning to contract on her. Well she was really freaking herself out now.
“Hey.” Her voice was gravely from misuse, and she cleared her throat for a second attempt. “Hey! Boss, you out there?” It was a rhetorical question, of course someone was there, someone was always there: guarding. She knew that just down the corridor and to the left there’d been a table set up where a guard usually took their break, sometimes joined by a buddy or two.
As the walls seemed to contract another few inches, Mama swallowed and could only hope that whoever was on the solitary shift was in a compassionate mood.
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Post by Josh Bagans on Jun 1, 2010 19:25:30 GMT -5
Josh had been on the block making rounds, it was when he returned to the CO's box that he discovered that he had been selected to watch the SHU. Josh expressed his disappointment but it would seem that no one cared. The two older guards told him he had no choice. "So where is Don?" he asked with a cocked brow. The other two told him not to worry about it and to get moving. Don was the guard that should of been down watching the hole.
When Josh made it to the hole he noticed there was someone waiting for him. He walked over to the table and set down his bagged lunch, drink and whatever else carried with him on the table. The other man looked at him, studied him even, then decided that he would have to do. This man stood up and patted Josh on the shoulder, "I've been down here for two minutes and I am ready to go crazy. Good luck Chuck." Josh blinked at him, "Thanks?" The other man smirked, gathered his things and was gone before Josh could ask him to stay.
Josh sighed and sat down in one of the chairs. It wasn't long before he had his chair cocked back (balancing on the back two legs), arms crossed over his chest and his hat pulled over his sleeping dark blue eyes. Months of no travel are showing on Josh now, no longer the dark tan he was coming back from Egypt, and it was starting to get to him. He wanted nothing more than to be anywhere but here. He was dreaming now, dreaming he was on the river with his mentor/best friend fishing for something impressive to take back for dinner. The one thing that has not changed for him, was his shape. He worried that not traveling or being active all the time would cause unwanted weight gain. He took care of that by exercise and a slight diet.
No he might not be the most buff man in a uniform but one could see from looking at him that under those unflattering clothes there was a athletic man who took pride in his own up keep. Though he should have shaved today, he likes his scruffy look. In his dream he was having now, his mentor had just snagged something on his line. The man snaps the line to lock it in and the fight was on. Just before Josh could see what was coming out of the water something broke in his consciousness. He thought he heard something. His eyes snapped open and he lost his balance. Josh and the chair collided with the floor. Stunned Josh just laid there blinking. Then he heard it again, it was a woman and it was coming from one of the cells.
Josh pealed himself from the floor and took a moment to recover. He needed to be more careful, he had to remind himself he is not as young as he used to be. Slowly he walked down to where he heard the woman. "What do you need inmate?" he asked, not really caring but felt required to ask the question. As he waited he rubbed the back of his head.
[hope that's alright. lol]
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Post by Mama on Jun 2, 2010 14:26:36 GMT -5
[That was awesome! Haha poor Josh falling off his chair, silly boy  ]
Not only did the cell feel like it was shrinking rapidly, but it was getting warmer too. Stifling even. Mama pressed herself harder against the cell door, drawing in a couple of deep breaths. Her chest restricted in the rising heat, and she tried to gulp down another. There was a tightness there that stopped her from getting a full breath and Mama anxiously pressed her palm flat against her chest, as if she could smooth away whatever was causing this restriction. It hit her suddenly that if she were to shed a layer or two of clothing she might feel a little less constrained. She had begun desperately fumbling with the buttons on her blouse when she heard the guard’s footsteps.
His gruff, apathetic voice sounded beautiful in the gloom.
She turned to face the heavy door, a nervous excitement making her movements abrupt and her southern voice a little shrill.
“Hey, yeah, yeah you gotta let me outta here boss. Really, I mean really, ya gotta let me out right now.”
Mama, a woman who was usually so cool, so smooth, so in control, suddenly felt very chaotic. Her sweating, shaking body was pressed almost entirely against the door as if she hoped to escape the cell by osmosis. Beneath her half buttoned blouse, her plain white t-shirt clung to her back, and Mama rapped her nails nervously against the cell door as she felt her chest tighten even further.
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Post by Josh Bagans on Jun 2, 2010 22:27:01 GMT -5
[He's talented like that. He hurts himself in someway almost every time. lol]
Josh's mood went from apathetic to slight concern quickly as he started to seance that something was wrong with this inmate. Josh pulled his hand from the back of his head and observed it checking for blood, finding none he decided to get checked out later, right now he needed to make sure this woman was ok. Hr thought about how to respond to this, he could take her out of the cell till she calmed down or he could call for back up and have her sent to the medical wing. He then thought about what would happen if nothing was wrong, they would never let him live it down.
"Alright. Take it easy. Go to the other end of the cell and put your hands out in front of you. Try anything funny and you will be sorry." He said getting his keys and a pair of cuffs from his belt. He stood there waiting for her to respond, he wanted to give her enough time to follow his commands. Something in he back of his mind told him this was a bad idea, but he was never the one to listen to that voice. Why start now? "Let me know when you have done as I instructed."
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Post by Mama on Jun 3, 2010 17:11:08 GMT -5
[haha aww poor fellah!]
He was going to do it; he was going to help her. Had this been a normal situation in which Mama felt in control of her emotions and the atmosphere about her, Josh would certainly be making a terrible decision as the Southern woman would have abused his kindness mercilessly. However, this particular moment felt far from normal, and she gave a little groan of relief at the sound of jingling keys.
Mama turned to do as he instructed, staggering to the opposite end of the cell on weak knees. She pressed her palms flat against the cell wall in front of her, exerting an unnecessary amount of force as if she could physically stop them from closing in on her.
“Okay,” she called back to him, hating the quiver in her voice. Mama closed her eyes, drawing in a breath and letting it out slowly, trying to calm herself once more. She squeezed her eyes shut as her chest constricted, grinding her teeth angrily. She tried to draw in another breath but felt the frustration build as the tightness compressed her lungs further.
“C’mon, stop it, get control. Get in control,” she mumbled under her breath, grinding her teeth as she tried to even out her breathing. If anything it began to seem more and more like any trace of oxygen in the room was evaporating and the only thing she was breathing in was heat that burned in her throat and chest. Mama’s eyes snapped open and anger descended into panic.
“Can’t breathe. I can’t-I can’t breathe!” Her voice was choked at first but quickly rose in volume. She was distantly aware of the door opening – a slow creaking sound that played under her gasping breaths – and then she made the mistake of removing her hands from the wall, her sweaty fingers slipping and tearing at the buttons on her blouse.
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Post by Josh Bagans on Jun 5, 2010 7:46:46 GMT -5
As Josh was pulling open the door he thought he heard her say something about not being able to breath. This made him try and move a little more quickly. He could tell something was very wrong here. He was always good about telling when something was very wrong. He watched her pull her hands from the wall. He could tell she was struggling to breath, he knew what her hands where doing with out him having to see them at work. Disregarding his own safety, he rushes over to her and gently but firmly grabs her by her upper arms. Then when he was sure he had her securely he started to haul her backward from the cell.
"Hold on one second Miss. Don't fight me. I'm trying to help you." He told her in hopes she would not start fighting with him, thinking he was attacking her. God knows he was not one of them guards. He really did not want to hurt her and hoped that she would not try and hurt him in return.
[it's a little short but i think its alright lol]
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Post by Mama on Jun 6, 2010 10:59:50 GMT -5
[it was good! I'm quickly coming to lurrrve Josh lol, he's so sweet! I hope him and Mama get something good out of their little encounter, I'd hate for her to recover and then corrupt another potentially nice..whatever they will have going on lol. I've never posted Mama like this before, it's trickey but fun  ] Mama felt arms encircle her from behind and a strong grip take a hold of her upper arms. She had managed to rip loose a few buttons from her blouse but it still remained shrouded around her. Mama gave an involuntary raspy shriek as she felt herself dragged back a few paces. The grip around her arms was like iron and while she fought what at first she believed to be an attack, her blows were ineffective and misdirected as she weakened further from the lack of oxygen.
Over her gasping protests Mama heard the guard’s voice, firm and reassuring. Had the situation been different she would have savoured the way he called her ‘Miss’, and the way he offered up his help so willingly. It seemed like years since someone had treated her with so much courtesy, as if she were a real person, a real woman, and not just some scumbag criminal. Had she felt able to, Mama would have smiled and thanked him for those kind words (she might still have tried to use him to her own ends, but she would still have appreciated his initial chivalry). However, the situation being what it was, Mama merely stopped trying to resist and began following his steps out of the cell.
Her panic at being confined and suffocating still had her audibly gasping for breath, and in her haste to escape she would often step back too quickly. More than once her body brushed and bumped against his as together they stumbled out into the hall, but Mama was too distraught to turn that physical contact into a sexual power over the CO.
Her knees felt weak and shaky and as the slightly cooler air of the hall brushed her face Mama greedily sucked it in. Her body was trembling involuntary, and this lack of control terrified her especially since she was not alone. Mama could only hope that the guard was as good as his word. She hated her situation even more as she hoped that he would still hold onto her; if he let go now she wasn't entirely sure if she could remain standing. And boy didn't that just suck.
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Post by Josh Bagans on Jun 7, 2010 6:40:14 GMT -5
[His ma raised no fool. He knows women are to be treated with respect, unless given a reason to think other wise. Lol We can only see where it goes from here. No telling what the outcome will be till it gets here lol]
Josh knew she would struggle, that's why he held onto her the way he did. He did not want her to harm herself or him. He was not aware of the fact that some of her buttons where now missing or that she was struggling with him. He was more worried about getting them out of the cell with out tripping and falling down. If he goes down, she goes down with him and he was sure she would not like that too much. He knew he would not like that much either.
Josh never had a problem with being respectful of women. He might have been born in California but his mother was from Georgia, so he was brought up to treat lady's right. No matter what the situation was, who they where or what they have done, he always talked nice. Don't get him wrong, he was no fool. He knew not everyone was innocent, but the way he saw it was, these people where paying for there crimes, the least he could do was give them a little bit of understanding, very careful understanding.
Josh was glad when she stopped resisting, he could now stop worrying about tripping. Josh could really tell she had been under a lot of stress from the way she was breathing and from her movements. She was in a hurry to get out. He knew that because every now and then she would bump into him. Josh really did not mind it, but he knew better than to show it. Once out into the hall, Josh decided to lessen his grip on her. He did this because he wanted to make sure she did not try to escape from him and so that he could see if she had any energy left to stand on her own. “Walk with me to the table. You can sit and catch your breath.”
Josh now noticed that some of her buttons where missing. He glanced but then moved his eyes away. He knew better than to take advantage of the moment. So then, he gently edged her in the direction of the table and started wondering where to go from here. Once they where settled, he would decide were to go from there.
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Post by Mama on Jun 10, 2010 14:37:42 GMT -5
[haha oh Josh, checkin' out the goods  lol] As Josh loosened his grip on her arms Mama swayed slightly, instinctively reaching up to place her hand on his arm to steady herself. The action was a thoughtless one done out of the need to remain upright and she would never have made the gesture had the situation been different. Mama was bold sure, but she wasn’t stupid. Still the solid flesh and starchy uniform filled her hand in a reassuring way, and she clung to him even as he held her up.
Mama nodded at the CO’s words to show her agreement, thinking that at the moment a verbal response might be too ambitious. Instead the Southern woman concentrated on her breathing, gulping in the air and releasing it again. They shuffled forward slowly and it seemed like the hall would stretch on forever. At least out here it was a little bit wider, and Mama felt some of the restrictions on her lungs give way.
They rounded the corner and there was the table as promised. What seemed even more beautiful than that simple, civilized piece of furniture was the space that suddenly opened up before her. The moderately sized room blossomed before her eyes, and Mama drew in a few more shuddering breaths.
She sank gratefully into the nearest chair and closed her eyes to help focus on her breathing. Breathe in. Breathe out. Slow, easy breathes, in, out. Her chest rose and fell rapidly, burning from the previous constrictions but it was dissipating slowly and Mama put a hand to her chest as if she could feel the tightness becoming unwound.
Breathe in. Breathe out. Feeling slightly better, the Southern woman opened her dark eyes slowly. She wetted her lips and then spoke a single hoarse word.
“Water.”
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