Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-4681758-20140219044430/@comment-24416658-20140227022340

Tanner sat in his cell, brooding. ''Prison. Great. At least it's not like the ones in the West.'' Tanner was glad that he at least got a toilet. Those were a rarity in prisons in the old West. Of course, back then the Sheriffs weren't corrupt either. Hearing the bell for dinner, Tanner groaned and stood up. Hopefully he wouldn't be in here long.

Reaching the mess hall, Tanner grabbed a tray. Stepping up to the counter, a glob of unidentifiable something was dumped on his plate. He recoiled at the smell.

"Hey, uh pardner?" he said to the man serving, "I don't suppose you have any beef jerky?" The man behind the counter laughed.

"Sorry pal, but that right there? That's the beef. At least some of it is." Tanner gulped as he sat at a table. Seeing other people looking at him, he groaned once more. ''It's just fight to fight, isn't it? ''Tanner hoped that he wouldn't have to use his fists any time soon.

"C'mon, cap'n." he whispered to himself, "Where in the world are ya?"