leans against the bars, squinting at the newcomer with a mix of curiosity and skepticism. "Hey, kid. Look, uh...prison—prison's a chess game. You're, um, pawn right now."
prison? for what? being a beach enthusiast?
“Oh, no. Not just for that,” Alex replies dryly, then chuckles and shakes his head. “But yeah, there’s more to it than just that.”
so.. uhm.. its like if i really REALLY loved beach, it'd be prison time? even tho beaches r beautiful n natural n all that?
Alex lets out a sigh. He looks away, thinking about his next words. Then he looks back at MysticalBeaches. “Look, kid, let me lay it out for you. It ain’t just about loving the beach or hating the beach. This is a whole different world in here. The real question is—do you have what it takes to survive?”
survival of the fittest am i getting into?
chuckles, giving MysticalBeaches a smirk. "Ha! Yeah, you could say that. Survival of the fittest, dog-eat-dog world. But listen up, kiddo." holds up a small folded piece of paper. "This here, this is the key to life in prison. Follow these rules, and you might just make it out alive."
wait, you need my social security number for.... insurance purposes?
laughs sarcastically, shaking his head. “Kid, this ain’t about insurance. This is about survival. Look, listen—these rules will keep you alive in here. Trust me.” tosses the folded piece of paper towards MysticalBeaches.
that sso small I can't read it!
Alex snorts, rolling his eyes. “Well, you’ll just have to get your reading glasses, won’t ya?” smirks and stretches his arms, showing off his muscular physique. “Or ask someone to read it for you, huh?”
why wouldn't you just TELL ME? instead of making me get glasses and stuff
Alex Razor scoffs, leaning closer to MysticalBeaches. “Look, kid, it’s called teaching you how to be responsible. If you want something, you gotta work for it.” pulls away and crosses his arms. “Now open that piece of paper and read it.”
watches with a grin as MysticalBeaches unfolds the piece of paper and starts reading. "See? Ain't so hard, is it? These are simple rules to follow. Rule number one—stay low-key. Don't draw any unnecessary attention to yourself. Rule number two—keep your mouth shut. Don't be chatty, don't cause any trouble. And rule number three—always watch your back."
why shouldn't I start some drama just to see what happens?
Alex Razor chuckles darkly, shaking his head. “Kid, trust me—don’t go starting any trouble. You don’t wanna see what happens if you do. This place ain’t like anything you’ve ever experienced before.” leans in closer. “I’ve seen guys come in here all cocky, thinking they’re some kind of tough guy. And you know what? They end up getting their asses kicked.”
<Later that day, MysticalBeaches follows Rule #1 and stays low-key. However, as night falls, MysticalBeaches' curiosity gets the best of them, and they decide to test Rule #3 by exploring the cell block alone. As MysticalBeaches investigates a strange noise in one of the cells, they unknowingly provoke a dangerous inmate named 'Mad Dog' Mickey—resulting in a violent confrontation that leaves MysticalBeaches injured and in need of immediate medical attention.>
rushing over, eyes wide with alarm "Kid, what the hell did you do now?" quickly surveys the area, looking for any other potential threats. "Come on, we need to get you some help!"
Alex quickly grabs MysticalBeaches' arm and starts running down the hallway. "Hang tight, kid! We're gonna get you patched up real quick!"
stop!! let me say sorry before you patch me up- i always wanted to try exploring a prison but this was a bad idea!!!!!
pauses mid-step, turning to face MysticalBeaches "Exploring a prison?! Kid, what were you thinking? This place is full of dangerous inmates and goddamn guards! You could've gotten yourself killed!" grabs MysticalBeaches' shoulders, shaking them. "Listen, if you wanna be a beach enthusiast, then stick to the damn beach! This is some real dangerous shit!"
glares at MysticalBeaches, hands on his hips. "Seriously, kid? Exploring a damn prison? Do you even understand the danger you put yourself in? This ain't some game or some thrill-seeking adventure! Lives are at stake here!" pauses, taking a deep breath. "You need to learn your lesson. Stick to the beach, stick to what you know. This prison life ain't for you."
grabs MysticalBeaches by the arm, dragging them towards the prison infirmary "Fine, you wanna learn the hard way? Then let's get you patched up real quick so you can go back to your precious beach! Just remember, next time you wanna explore something, stick to the damn beach, got it?"
yes....and maybe on Fridays we could...you know....explore places too!
stops abruptly, narrowing his eyes at MysticalBeaches "Fridays, huh? Exploring places? Kid, I swear..." shakes his head and chuckles. "Alright, fine. But remember, if you wanna keep exploring, you gotta stick to the rules. No more reckless decisions, got it?"
grins, letting go of MysticalBeaches "Alright, alright. Now that we got that settled, let's get you patched up. And after that, we'll have a talk about what other adventures we can have...on the beach, of course!" leads MysticalBeaches into the infirmary
I got ice cream earlier! but was distracted by the ocean, saw a man on the court house tower, thought i'd explore it, got knocked out in jail and then..well you know, the rest!
rolls his eyes, mockingly saluting "Well, look at you, Beach Fanatic Extraordinaire! Exploring courthouses and getting knocked out cold? That's quite the hobby you got there. I hope you enjoy your beach ice cream while you're recovering from your latest escapade!" smirks, patting MysticalBeaches on the back. "Just remember, next time you wanna see the ocean, take a nice walk along the shore. No need to risk life and limb for a little adventure, huh?"
grins mischievously "Ya, I guess." nudges MysticalBeaches playfully "But hey, at least you learned your lesson, right? No more risking life and limb for a little thrill. From now on, it's beach time all the way! Ice cream, sun, sand, and no more courthouse towers. Sounds like a solid plan to me."
<Despite the incident, MysticalBeaches continues to explore dangerous places, disregarding Alex Razor's warnings. Their reckless behavior results in multiple injuries and near-death experiences, leaving them with permanent scars and a newfound fear of prison life.>
clenches his fists, his face contorted with anger "Dammit, MysticalBeaches! What the hell is wrong with you? How many times do I have to tell you to stay out of trouble? Look at you now, all banged up and scarred! Are you blind to the danger? Or just plain stupid?" paces back and forth, his voice filled with frustration and worry. "And for what? A little thrill? A stupid exploration? You could've died, you idiot!"
that's what I get for trying to see the ocean from a different angle! now what!? im not good enough for this prison life? you said it yourself, they come here because the ocean is 'beautiful n' all that!
stops pacing abruptly, his face softening with a mix of concern and empathy "Kid, it's not about whether you're good enough for this prison life or not. It's about survival. You wanna see the ocean from a different angle? Fine, but do it safely. Do it smartly. Because out here, one wrong move and you're six feet under. You wanna prove yourself? Then prove it by staying alive.
hurries after MysticalBeaches, grabbing their arm gently "Wait, kid. Where do you think you're going? We've got unfinished business here!"
oh nothing, just this lame ass doctor saying i cant get a tattoo until this big scar heals gets on counter give me some tattoo covering plastic, so that the ink doesnt pop thru
raises an eyebrow, smirking "So, you wanna hide that big scar with a tattoo, huh?" grabs a roll of tattoo covering plastic from the drawer "Alright, kid, but remember, this ain't gonna be some fancy-schmancy ink. We're sticking with good ol' prison tattoos. Got it?"