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Post by Gloria Milton on Apr 11, 2010 13:13:09 GMT -5
"I didn't know that there were female guards." She said, smirking.
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Post by Ryder War on Apr 11, 2010 13:18:49 GMT -5
"There aren't many," Ryder told her. "Army is taking most of the good men. Guard will take anyone it can right about now. Depending on the recruiter. Then there are the girlfriends that drop off lunch or wives."
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Post by Gloria Milton on Apr 11, 2010 13:21:35 GMT -5
She nodded.
"Well...begin." She said, motioning for him to start.
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Post by Ryder War on Apr 11, 2010 13:26:24 GMT -5
Ryder grabbed a new folder type thing, that had the forms and such for each prisioner that some poor scribe had to write out a hundred times over. He filled in the stuff he already knew and started asking her the other questions. "How old are you? Home city? Occupation?"
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Post by Gloria Milton on Apr 11, 2010 13:28:12 GMT -5
"I'm seventeen, I live in the Southside with my brother Daniel, figure it out for yourself." She said.
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Post by Ryder War on Apr 11, 2010 13:38:45 GMT -5
"So thief it is." He said writing that down. "How many times have you been arrested. Ball park if you can't count."
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Post by Gloria Milton on Apr 11, 2010 13:46:39 GMT -5
"Let's see." She said, trying to do the math in her head. "About 5 times a month for the past five years is...About sixty times a year times five is three hundred! So about three hundred."
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Post by Ryder War on Apr 11, 2010 13:51:18 GMT -5
"And you still have time to be outside of jail?" Ryder asked with an expression of shock. "Do you enjoy jail or something?" He wrote down the number checked a few boxes and closed the folder. He would have to file it later.
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Post by Gloria Milton on Apr 11, 2010 13:54:37 GMT -5
Gloria scoffed.
"You ever been to the Southside?" She asked. "This is an improvement to where I live. Atleast you get three meals a day here. And people wonder why all those people living in Southside turn to a life of crime and don't care when they get caught!"
She rolled her eyes and sighed.
"Besides, it's not like I've got anyone who really cares what I do." She said.
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Post by Ryder War on Apr 11, 2010 14:03:16 GMT -5
"Yeah, I have,not really a place many seem to get them selves out of." Ryder said. "I guess. Most criminals I met prefer eating."
"Got no one that cares?" he asked and almost muttered lucky.
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Post by Gloria Milton on Apr 11, 2010 14:06:29 GMT -5
"Oh yeah, I've got someone who cares." She said, sarcastically. "And maybe there's a God above."
It was rather ridiculus. Did he honestly think that she would have been in and out of jail the way she has been if someone honestly and truly cared? That's not how it was. In her postion and in her area, you didn't get people who cared.
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Post by Ryder War on Apr 11, 2010 14:12:06 GMT -5
Ryder shrugged.
"I've seen people worse than you that had people who cared, they just chose to ignore them." he said.
He got up picked up the folder put it in the filing cabinet under 'M'. Stupid new filing system. but it was supposed to make it Oh so much more efficient. One of the higher up people that controls organization had too much time on their hands.
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Post by Gloria Milton on Apr 11, 2010 14:32:31 GMT -5
"What now?" She said. "Jail or freedom?"
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Post by Ryder War on Apr 11, 2010 14:34:54 GMT -5
"Now that i have the correct info in your file?" he said. "Might as well grant you freedom. Judging by you arrest record you'll probably be back in a couple weeks."
He opened the door and motioned for her to exit.
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Post by Gloria Milton on Apr 11, 2010 14:38:21 GMT -5
"Why thank you." She said, curtsying. She ran out the door to sweet freedom. And the smell and taste of underage drinking. Oi Aèiû
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