Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-4681758-20140219044430/@comment-24416658-20140228001247

Tanner braced himself. It was still dinner time, and he could feel the glares of the other inmates around him. He didn't belong here with these murderers, kidnappers, and who knows what else. He was an honest student, hunter in training, who simply liked the West and Medieval Times. This place was the worst location for him to ever be. Hearing the bell for showers, Tanner froze. He had heard stories about prison showers. Bad ones.

(Fast-Forward to the Shower)

Stepping into the shower, Tanner felt exposed, and not just because he was in a shower with about 10 other men, but because he was in a prison shower with ten other inmates. One of which was eyeing him with a very suspicious look. ''Oh sweet lord in heaven, help me now, please. ''Tanner quickly got out and put on a towel. He almost sprinted to put on his jumpsuit and get to his cell again. Sitting down on his bench, he sighed.

"I swear," he whispered, "As soon as I get my stuff back, I will never drink again. Ever."