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This one's special (100 words) - Schillinger/Keller

[cmk418]

Vern smiled as his new cell mate entered the pod. Nicely built white boy. Obviously the hacks had finally figured him out. “Welcome to Lardner,” he said.

“Thanks.”

“Anything you need, anybody bothering you, you just come to me. The Brotherhood takes care of our own.”

“Good to know. And what do you want from me in return?”

“I’m sure we’ll work something out,” he said eyeing the new boy’s ass. “What’s your name, sweetpea?”

“Chris Keller.”

“Vern Schillinger.” He extended a hand and Keller shook it.

This one’s special, Vern thought.

This one might be the death of him.

The death of him (100 words) - Miguel Alvarez

[dustandroses]

Oz would be the death of him. The Homeboys were fighting. The Italians didn’t trust him. Torquemada was getting a facial, and the queens fussed around him clucking like hens. It was a sad fucking life that revolved around some faggot, and a handful of green pills.

Sometimes Miguel wondered if Keller hadn’t had the right idea. If he climbed this rail, for the time it took before he hit the floor, he’d be free to fly. The problem was, the landing would be a bitch. He studied the floor, one flight down, and a million possibilities away. Maybe tomorrow.

Idea (100 words) - Tobias Beecher

[sahem62896]

The moment the casts came off, Beecher was scratching at every miserable itch he had endured for six weeks. His face, his crotch, his armpits - they'd been everywhere! The ones under the casts had been maddening, but not as bad as the ones in his brain as he tried to figure out how he was going to get every last one of those fuckers back.

Just thinking of them made him scratch his atrophied arms harder.

He was startled when his uncut fingernails broke the skin... but as he looked at the fresh gouges, an idea began forming.

Beecher smiled.

armpits (100 words) - Schillinger/Beecher

[vanillalime]

"I can wiggle my ears."

"Yeah? Well, I can make farting sounds with my armpits," boasted Robson, giving a demonstration.

Schillinger looked thoughtful. "I can pick up things with my toes."

While the other Aryans nodded approval, Schillinger glanced at Beecher. "What about you, prag? Got any special talents?"

Beecher hesitated, then answered, "I can touch the tip of my nose with my tongue." A quick flick out and up proved his claim.

"Nice," Schillinger leered. "I'll remember that tonight."

As everyone laughed, Beecher sat back and sighed. That's the last time he'd try to fit in with these idiots.

idiots

[mazephoenix]

He was surrounded by idiots.
Poet had just thrown away their chances of going legit with his big mouth.
Fucking Poet, disturbing the memory of Augustus like that.
Redding knew it would be downhill from here.
He had a lifetime in this place to come to terms with the loss of Hill, and Eugenia too.
He’d manage it, day by day.
He needed to find better people for his operation.
But the people he had access to were all jailbird morons.

Tongue (200 words)

[trillingstar]

A teacher's spidey sense is never wrong. Coushaine whips around as that ginger twink, Kirk, passes a note to Kenny. Coushaine snatches it from Kenny's hand before it disappears.

Ignoring all threats to his person and his mother's, Coushaine pockets the scrap.

Kirk sticks out his tongueAfter class, he unfolds the paper. Five stick figures, labelled with names of Em City denizens. Dollar signs, numbers, O'Reily's face covered in spots, and a snake sinking its fangs into Poet's calf

Vern Smiled (100 words) - Vern Schillinger

[sahem62896]

"The family of Xiaowei Ping, a Chinatown store owner who was killed two months ago in an armed robbery, received justice today as thirty-two year old Christopher Keller was sentenced to eighty-eight years at Oswald State Penitentiary for Ping's murder along with two counts of attempted murder, assault with a deadly weapon, robbery, and driving under the influence..."

The reporter was still blabbing as the mugshot appeared on the screen. Vern smiled.

Well, lookit who's all grown up! Still as good a con man as you were back then, Chrissy-boy?

He hoped so.

Chrissy

[mazephoenix]

“Hey,” said the young man. “Anyone ever call you Chrissy?”
“Not to my face,” said Keller, the tension gathering in his limbs.
“I’ll bet they never dared,” said Byam and closed his lips around Keller’s cock.
“That’s right,” hissed Keller, giving himself over to pleasure.
When he came, he snapped the delicate neck.
“No one calls me that and lives,” he said to the young man’s corpse.