Post by kaiser on Apr 9, 2007 6:08:24 GMT 1
[Crrruuuuuuuuuank]
"Prisoner 46517582-A are you ready to be released?"
The scruffy looking officer asked with a stern look his face, as he stepped into the dim lit cell only enlightened by the sunshine piercing through the window.
"Jeez, Menendez, why the hell do you always ask me stupid fucking questions, of course I'm ready to get out of this hell hole." Taj said annoyed with a grin on his face.
"Heh, I dunno Taj, why did you make the stupid decision of getting caught."
"You act like it was a decision." Taj said firmly as he got up from his hard bed and made his way toward the door.
That's right folks. Taj has been locked up. Turns out that the infamous graffiti guru Kaiser was snitched on by a very close "friend." All it took was the evidence under his bed and his black book, and warrant came rushing in. Thank god Taj was a miner other wise he would have been serving 4-5 years. Instead he got hit with a 3 month sentence with 720 hours of community service.
Taj walked out the door grinning to Menendez as the scruffy looking latino Officer escorted him out into the recreation room and into the the processing area.
"What? The Kaiser is gettin' out man?"
"Yo Kais' stay up man!"
"Yo Kaiser look me up when I get out man, I want to be down with Slum Vil'. "
Fellow juvies gave Taj positive remarks as he made his way toward freedom of his personal hell. He vowed never to go to prison, but hey, shit happens.
"Prisoner 46517582-A?" The desk clerk inquired.
"Here." Taj remarked as he made his way toward the desk.
"Here are your personal belongings.:
1 Kufi
1 Customized "Kaiser" graphic T-shirt
1 Pair of "True Religion" Jeans
1 Pair of "Stan Smith" color black Adidas
1 Pair of "Foot Locker" socks
1 --
"Yeah Yeah, we get the picture, let's get this bastard outta here I'm tired of lookin' at his face." Menendez said with an impatient attitude as he folded his muscular arms across his chest.
Taj took his belongings and went into the bathroom to change. When he stepped out he was greeted by Menendez for one last time.
"You know you'll be back right? Kids like you always come back, they never learn." Menendez said with a know-it-all attitude.
"Nah, not me, the difference between me and those other dick wads, is that I won't get caught again. Taj looked at Menendez with a cold stare."
"Whatever get the hell outta my face." Menendez said as he turned around and walked back to the cells.
[Ya know, I hope you don't come back kid, your too smart for that.]
Taj took one good look at the cells, then to the new comers, and then made his way out of the door, not looking back.
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Taj woke up out of his bed and looked at his alarm clock.
It was 6:00 A.M
[Damn 2 hours early.]
He got out of his bed and made his way toward the bathroom, looking at his face in the mirror. He seemed more depressed. His months in prison made him realize that the route he was going wasn't a good one. If he continued at this rate he would definitely seeing prison for a lot longer than just a few months.
[What am I gonna do about the gang?]
Taj thought to himself, and realized what he left behind during his short hiatus. Everything he had worked for is probably gone. The Slum Village has probably gone to shit, and school, oh god. His grades have probably plummeted and who knows of the situation between the Varronites and the Hircinians? Chances are his dream of becoming a pillar has plummeted, and his former popularity has gone to shit.
[At least I get to start over, somewhat that is...]
He turned on the cold water and the cold from the faucet seeped onto his face as he splashed his hands in the water, trying to gain consciousness. A jolt of awareness rushed through him as the icy cold water rejuvenated his energy and brought life to his zombie like presence. He then grabbed his toothbrush and squeezed some toothpaste on it. Brushing his teeth on his own schedule felt good. He just realized that he is on his own schedule now, too bad that his own schedule became his former prison schedule. As he looked at his body in the mirror after brushing his teeth, he noticed the homemade tattoo on his left arm. The word "Czar" was carved with pain in a fancy font down his bicep.
Taj chuckled. "Same title, new language."
After washing up, he made his way to his bed and turned on the light. He gazed at the clock.
6:15 A.M
A sharp wave of anxiety rushed through his stomach.
[I have school today. I wonder if people will remember me. Probably not. It was then Taj flash backed to the previous endeavors he had with fellow students.
Brief images of Tank, Malakai, Kiyoshi, and Valencia rushed through his mind, and the previous encounter with Tank rushed through his body.
Taj plopped on his bed and glared at the mirror adjacent of him. His biceps have gotten smaller, but more cut. His muscles have become dense, and his six-pack has become more defined. With nothing to do for a few months working out is the stereotypical prison pastime.
"It's definitely going to be a lot harder to take me this time around." Taj said with a devilish grin on his face.
Taj ran to his closet and ironed his clothes, fashionable as usual. He then reorganized his book bag and replaced his school supplies with some he recently purchased yesterday.
6:45 A.M
Taj ran down the stairs and waved at his mom, who gave him a concerned look.
Taj grabbed some Sour Cream and Onion chips, and made his way out the door. Before he left turned to his mom and said, "Don't worry Mommy, I'll be fine." with a reassuring grin.
"Don't get into trouble Tajier!!!" his mom yelled as he walked out the door.
As he walked down the street he saw a few familiar faces as he walked down the street, too bad they didn't find him familiar. by the time he got to the gate of Hircine High it was 7:15 A.M. He took a deep breath and barged into the doors.
[Let's just hope this works better the second time around."
"Prisoner 46517582-A are you ready to be released?"
The scruffy looking officer asked with a stern look his face, as he stepped into the dim lit cell only enlightened by the sunshine piercing through the window.
"Jeez, Menendez, why the hell do you always ask me stupid fucking questions, of course I'm ready to get out of this hell hole." Taj said annoyed with a grin on his face.
"Heh, I dunno Taj, why did you make the stupid decision of getting caught."
"You act like it was a decision." Taj said firmly as he got up from his hard bed and made his way toward the door.
That's right folks. Taj has been locked up. Turns out that the infamous graffiti guru Kaiser was snitched on by a very close "friend." All it took was the evidence under his bed and his black book, and warrant came rushing in. Thank god Taj was a miner other wise he would have been serving 4-5 years. Instead he got hit with a 3 month sentence with 720 hours of community service.
Taj walked out the door grinning to Menendez as the scruffy looking latino Officer escorted him out into the recreation room and into the the processing area.
"What? The Kaiser is gettin' out man?"
"Yo Kais' stay up man!"
"Yo Kaiser look me up when I get out man, I want to be down with Slum Vil'. "
Fellow juvies gave Taj positive remarks as he made his way toward freedom of his personal hell. He vowed never to go to prison, but hey, shit happens.
"Prisoner 46517582-A?" The desk clerk inquired.
"Here." Taj remarked as he made his way toward the desk.
"Here are your personal belongings.:
1 Kufi
1 Customized "Kaiser" graphic T-shirt
1 Pair of "True Religion" Jeans
1 Pair of "Stan Smith" color black Adidas
1 Pair of "Foot Locker" socks
1 --
"Yeah Yeah, we get the picture, let's get this bastard outta here I'm tired of lookin' at his face." Menendez said with an impatient attitude as he folded his muscular arms across his chest.
Taj took his belongings and went into the bathroom to change. When he stepped out he was greeted by Menendez for one last time.
"You know you'll be back right? Kids like you always come back, they never learn." Menendez said with a know-it-all attitude.
"Nah, not me, the difference between me and those other dick wads, is that I won't get caught again. Taj looked at Menendez with a cold stare."
"Whatever get the hell outta my face." Menendez said as he turned around and walked back to the cells.
[Ya know, I hope you don't come back kid, your too smart for that.]
Taj took one good look at the cells, then to the new comers, and then made his way out of the door, not looking back.
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Taj woke up out of his bed and looked at his alarm clock.
It was 6:00 A.M
[Damn 2 hours early.]
He got out of his bed and made his way toward the bathroom, looking at his face in the mirror. He seemed more depressed. His months in prison made him realize that the route he was going wasn't a good one. If he continued at this rate he would definitely seeing prison for a lot longer than just a few months.
[What am I gonna do about the gang?]
Taj thought to himself, and realized what he left behind during his short hiatus. Everything he had worked for is probably gone. The Slum Village has probably gone to shit, and school, oh god. His grades have probably plummeted and who knows of the situation between the Varronites and the Hircinians? Chances are his dream of becoming a pillar has plummeted, and his former popularity has gone to shit.
[At least I get to start over, somewhat that is...]
He turned on the cold water and the cold from the faucet seeped onto his face as he splashed his hands in the water, trying to gain consciousness. A jolt of awareness rushed through him as the icy cold water rejuvenated his energy and brought life to his zombie like presence. He then grabbed his toothbrush and squeezed some toothpaste on it. Brushing his teeth on his own schedule felt good. He just realized that he is on his own schedule now, too bad that his own schedule became his former prison schedule. As he looked at his body in the mirror after brushing his teeth, he noticed the homemade tattoo on his left arm. The word "Czar" was carved with pain in a fancy font down his bicep.
Taj chuckled. "Same title, new language."
After washing up, he made his way to his bed and turned on the light. He gazed at the clock.
6:15 A.M
A sharp wave of anxiety rushed through his stomach.
[I have school today. I wonder if people will remember me. Probably not. It was then Taj flash backed to the previous endeavors he had with fellow students.
Brief images of Tank, Malakai, Kiyoshi, and Valencia rushed through his mind, and the previous encounter with Tank rushed through his body.
Taj plopped on his bed and glared at the mirror adjacent of him. His biceps have gotten smaller, but more cut. His muscles have become dense, and his six-pack has become more defined. With nothing to do for a few months working out is the stereotypical prison pastime.
"It's definitely going to be a lot harder to take me this time around." Taj said with a devilish grin on his face.
Taj ran to his closet and ironed his clothes, fashionable as usual. He then reorganized his book bag and replaced his school supplies with some he recently purchased yesterday.
6:45 A.M
Taj ran down the stairs and waved at his mom, who gave him a concerned look.
Taj grabbed some Sour Cream and Onion chips, and made his way out the door. Before he left turned to his mom and said, "Don't worry Mommy, I'll be fine." with a reassuring grin.
"Don't get into trouble Tajier!!!" his mom yelled as he walked out the door.
As he walked down the street he saw a few familiar faces as he walked down the street, too bad they didn't find him familiar. by the time he got to the gate of Hircine High it was 7:15 A.M. He took a deep breath and barged into the doors.
[Let's just hope this works better the second time around."