A/N: I wrote this in literally 20 minutes so it is prolly a bit rushed and messy but I'm too excited about it to edit it.
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Tyler Robert Joseph.
Inmate #372859.
His eyes flashed open with one bang against his jail cell. His hands were crossed beneath his head on his metal bunk in his 5x10 cell as the guard yelled at him.
"Duty in 1 minute Joseph!"
Tyler swung his legs over the side of his bed and stood in front of his cell door. He rubbed his hands against the steel bars, and with the black grease that was left on his hands, he smeared it all around his neck - making steady eye contact with the guard while doing so.
"Alright Joseph enough with the bullshit. Let's go."
Tyler smirked as he followed the tall, scruffy guard down the hall of Belle Reve Penitentiary.
Tyler's duty was helping renovate the South-East corner of the prison. An inmate suicide bomber scenario took place a few weeks back, and 20 inmates were placed to fix it, getting paid $0.11/hour for 4 hours a day.
"Hi, Tyler!" A tall inmate with her orange jumpsuit unbuttoned down to her bellybutton and her long blonde, pink and blue streaked hair pulled up into pigtails gaffed at him; her finger playfully moving around the inside of her mouth. Tyler raised his head up high and winked at her.
"Back to work, Quinzel." The girl gave the guard the middle finger, then went back to twirling her pigtails for Tyler.
As Tyler placed his mandatory hard hat on his short fluffy chocolate hair and began laying bricks, the girl sat herself next to him.
"Oh, I've heard a lot about you." she giggled.
"Is that so?" Tyler kept his eyes on his hands.
"Mhm." She giggled, then bit her finger. She then whispered, "You're crazy."
Tyler looked at her, and bit his lip. She had a shit-eating grin on her face, and was giggling obnoxiously.
"Quinzel I am not going to tell you again!"
She glared at the guard, then leaned in to Tyler's ear and said, "I'm crazy too."
Before going back to her work, she bit his earlobe. Tyler watched as she walked to the other side of the room, without looking back at him.
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Tyler has been in Belle Reve for a month now, and has at least 15 years on his sentence, but that is apparently open to change. He has a plan to have near perfect behavior to eventually apply for an early release, but it has proven to be more difficult than he thought, as his mother had always told him, he is "quite the mouthy one."
As Tyler was sitting at his usual table in the cafeteria, the girl he met while on duty placed herself at the seat across from him. He decided to continue eating his mashed potatoes and pretend he couldn't see her.
But then she started talking.
"My name's Harleen, but I like to go by Harley. I went through a bit of an identity crises, you could say." Tyler could tell she was waiting for him to say something, but it wasn't happening.
"What's with the black shit on your neck?"
"What's with the color shit in your hair?" He immediately regretted speaking up, because it now meant he had to put effort into a conversation he had little to no interest in.
Harley didn't reply, though, she just smiled widely.
Tyler set down his plastic fork and leaned back in his chair. He rested his hands on his knees and waited for whatever she was about to say next.
"How come we have never met before?"
"The same reason I haven't met anyone here. I don't want to."
"Oh honey, don't be like that. You and me are going to have a lot of fun. Just you wait."
With that, she smiled and winked at Tyler then skipped out of the cafeteria. Tyler scoffed to himself before sitting up straight and finishing his potatoes.
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That night Tyler was lying in his bunk staring at the ceiling when he saw a light approaching his cell out of the corner of his eye. He rose from his bunk and approached his barred door and waited for the light to grow closer.
The aforementioned light was so strong he had to shield his eyes with the back of his arm. When he adjusted to the brightness and let his arm rest back against the metal bars, he saw a man. He was about his height and wearing a black beanie and black tank top. He had tattoos going up both arms, which accented his muscles quite nicely. As the man walked by, he made slight eye contact with Tyler but didn't slow down. Within seconds he was out of sight.
Following behind the man was a guard bearing a flashlight.
"Hey, guard!" The guard turned to face Tyler, shining his flashlight right in his face making him cover his eyes with his arm again. "I left my notebook in the common room. If I don't get it before morning someone will steal it."
"That's too bad, Joseph. Not my problem. Don't forget next time." He lowered the flashlight.
"Come on, man. I have a bunch of important shit in there, like family's addresses and whatnot. Not stuff I want in the hands of other criminals, you know?" Tyler rested his eyes on the floor beside the guard.
After a few seconds of thought, the guard spoke. "Alright. Quick trip. No bullshit, Joseph." He pulled out his ring of keys and unlocked Tyler's cell and escorted him down the hallway.
As the guard opened the door to the common room, a voice from his walkie-talkie said there was an emergency down in the women's wing. He cuffed Tyler to the arm of a chair and told him if he tried any "funny business", he would be in solitary for a week.
When Tyler was left alone, he looked across the room and saw the man he saw not moments ago. In the better lighting, he realized there were tuffs of light pink hair poking out from his beanie. Tyler bit down on his lip and raised his chin. "You new?"
The man looked up, as if he didn't realize anyone else was in the room. "You could say that. My name's Josh."
"Tyler." He licked his lips. Josh got up from his seat and paced around the plastic chairs in the room, slowly making his way over to where Tyler was handcuffed. Tyler straightened his position. Josh pulled up a chair directly in front of Tyler, and rested his elbows on his knees and his chin on his palms.
"What did you do to get in here?" Josh asked, squinting his eyes at him.
"Come on now, at least buy me a drink first." Tyler clenched his jaw.
"That's fine. I get it. It's personal." He waved his hands in defeat and stood back up, beginning to pace again. He looked back at Tyler, who rolled his eyes. He gestured with his head to come back toward him, and Josh did so.
When he was about a foot away from Tyler, he stopped. Tyler gestured again until Josh's face was inches away from Tyler's. Tyler then leaned in until his lips were almost against Josh's left ear.
Josh smiled at what Tyler whispered in his ear, so close that he could feel the warmth of his breath.
"Six counts of murder."
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A/N: I am so excited for this I have so many plans SO many plans
