#inmate 01

[wingedarrows]

A set of ruins at the base of a mountain may hold a meeting generations in the making. A heart, a Goat, Traps and Puzzles. The Remnants hold some answers.

@megamagma - DM Myself - Nebula @rjmeta - Grills Trad - Libby @toonrevamp - Tokoh @aviaviator - Inmate @vwildmonk - Gala

[cyberwhumper]

METROPOLITAN DEPARTMENT OF PUBLIC SAFETY AND CORRECTIONS

CENTRAL BOOKING OFFICE

Booking Officer: Captain J. Welles

Returned: 4 results Status: Pending

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IGNALINA, NORA

DOB: 02/04/XXXX SEX: F SPEC: H. sapiens

HEIGHT: 162cm WEIGHT: 57kg

HAIR: red EYES: blue [note: enhanced]

PREVIOUS ARRESTS:

08/27/XX02: unlawful assembly OUTCOME: Dismissed

09/05/XX02: unlawful assembly OUTCOME: Dismissed

02/12/XX05: larceny, solicitation, felony possession of narcotics OUTCOME: Convicted

INMATE RECORD:

Facility: Los Diablos Women’s Correctional Inmate ID: 81736

Sentenced: 2 years Time Served: 1 year 10 months Reason For Early Release: Unlikely to Reoffend

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ANTONOV, DOMINIK

DOB: 05/13/XXXX SEX: M SPEC: H. sapiens

HEIGHT: 195cm WEIGHT: 140kg

HAIR: black EYES: blue

PREVIOUS ARRESTS:

[ERROR: not found. req&: expunged]

INMATE RECORD:

[ERROR: not found. req&: expunged]

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MONTEZ, VICTORY

DOB: 08/14/XXXX SEX: M SPEC: H. sapiens teratogens

HEIGHT: 198cm WEIGHT: 110kg

HAIR: brown EYES: brown [note: enhanced]

PREVIOUS ARRESTS:

12/01/XX11: accessory to grand theft auto, reckless driving OUTCOME: Dismissed

05/15/XX12: felony possession of narcotics with intent to distribute OUTCOME: Convicted

04/11/XX13: accessory to grand theft auto, possession of contraband OUTCOME: Dismissed

08/29/XX13: DUI, reckless driving OUTCOME: Dismissed

10/03/XX13: DUI, reckless driving OUTCOME: Dismissed

07/21/XX14: felony theft, possession of contraband OUTCOME: Dismissed

INMATE RECORD:

Facility: New Hialeah County Juvenile Inmate ID: [sealed]

Sentenced: 6 months Time Served: 10 months + probation [sealed]

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!NOTE! Inter-Office Special Instructions: FUCKING K-CLASS MUTT Handle With Extreme Caution

ENGELHART, REX

DOB: 12/30/XXXX SEX: M SPEC: H. teratogens

HEIGHT: 228cm WEIGHT: 180kg

HAIR: black EYES: yellow

PREVIOUS ARRESTS:

[ERROR: not found. req&: expunged]

INMATE RECORD:

[none]

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[venusandsaturnsrings]

★彡 masterlist!

all of my significant works packed into one pretty package! <3

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 *✧ mondstadt!

international! - foxboy childe vs wolf boy diluc! double edged - diluc isn't always the nicest...

 *✧ liyue!

prof. li - professor zhongli bits second place - prof. li cucking childe eggs - dragon zhongli full form - dragon zhongli full dragon mode

 *✧ snezhnaya!

foul legacy thoughts! simpy.05 - foxboy childe! international! - foxboy childe vs wolf boy diluc! sorry isn't my forte - childe is sweet when he apologizes drink up - fratboy childe and his dubious methods simpy.06 - fratboy childe thoughts! on the hunt! - foxboy childe and lamb reader chop chop chop - slasher childe thoughts sinning in the house of god. - priest childe and sacrilege electric! - childe using his delusion on you cor.03 - werewolf childe bits fungus - childe violates a shroom with you!! so mean!! dilf - dilf childe bits <3shotgunning - smoking with childe simpy.07 - slasher childe thoughts!water - childe and watersports... second place - prof. li cucking childe vulnerability in bed! - trans childe first time with you roulette - childe loves russian roulette frat sister - fratboy childe and zhonglis little sister... cor.03 - foxboy childe babbling! pathetic - soggy, sopping wet foxboy childe :( dichotomy - the two ways you have of foxboy childe canon skull fuck - canon childe bj! yeehaw! - cowboy childe thoughts harness - childe and that damn harness... change of plans! - foxtaru april fools fic :pcannibal - childe noms you cda.04 - doberman childe! kennal - when puppy childe misbehaves instincts - puppy childe wants to breed you cat.01 - puppy childe and a rival! cda.05 - sweet fluff with puppy childe cat.02 - foxboy childe and his lamb darling spider.01 - childe when his girl is in pain mantis.01 - puppy childe punishments confetti! - childes birthday celebrations frat - fratboy childe babbling spider.03 - foxboy childe as a dad! slash - slasher childe bit trapped - stuck trope with foxboy childe prisoner - childe is the inmate, you're the guard a slight indulgence - soft vampire childe raspberry sorbet - vampire childe blood sucking and sex

that time - foxboy childe with his darling is on their period potent - childe ramblings about how he handles you reminders - childe ramblings about how he misses you denial - no sex for puppyboy childe :( yuzu - childe ramblings involving food and smells sharing - foxboy childe and wolfboy wrio... fight! - foxboy childe and wolfboy wrio fighting over you

*✧ sumeru!

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[movingonexceptnot]

Death Note except Light is actually smart not just lucky and he doesn't kill the first person to get on tv saying they are going to catch him, but instead, he searches in his dad's computer on the police's database for that name and realizes it's a death row inmate

he sees it's a trick and kills every other death row inmate, except for the one that showed up on tv, to show he isn't scared/intimidate them

maybe even kills them at the same time, except for the minutes which he uses as a code for the alphabet (think 1 is A so 12:01 is A and 12:02 is B)

[docgold13]

I hate Trump with a burning passion, too, but let's not pretend Kamala was EVER a good person.

Kamala Harris intentionally withheld information that would have proven a man on Death Row innocent, she refused to support making police wear bodycams, regularly violated the rights of defendants, knowingly allowed a corrupt technician to alter evidence, and more!

https://www.nytimes.com/2019/01/17/opinion/kamala-harris-criminal-justice.html

Worst of all:

"And then there’s Kevin Cooper, the death row inmate whose trial was infected by racism and corruption. He sought advanced DNA testing to prove his innocence, but Ms. Harris opposed it. (After The New York Times’s exposé of the case went viral, she reversed her position.)"

Batman and Superman would just see her as another corrupt politician, even if Trump is worse.

We're just stuck with two horrible options where we have to choose the lesser of two evils. Plain and simple.

a valid take. respectfully, I disagree.

No prosecutor's full body of work can be judged effectively based on the simplified accounts from a handful of high-profile cases.

Posing the November election as a choice between the lessor of two evils is a losing strategy for the good guys. It saps enthusiasm and runs the risk of diminishing voter turn-out. Low turn out always benefits republican candidates.

November is not going to be a choice between two horrible options... it will be a decision between a decent albeit imperfect politician and a fucking monster.

put on some rose colored glasses and get excited for the prospect of a Harris presidency. The stakes are too high to be pragmatic.

[themanitself]

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Ꮪ𝐔𝘕 A𝘕𝘿 ᶬ𝞞𝞞𝘕 - Pressure X Reader

00/01/02(you are here!)

. . ╰──╮Sebastian's pov╭──╯ . .

The guards followed my every step, I knew that I never have killed those people, I never even knew any of them. and I was sentenced to death via an electric chair, but before my death sentence happened urbanshade swooped me in. Of course I should be grateful for living another day because of them, but it felt suspicious.

I stopped as I was paused by a guard,

He held his hand in front of me, a man that I presumed is a doctor shook his head and informed the guard to open the door for me.

The man took out a key card and scanned it to the door, a loud clank was heard before the iron door finally opened.

He looks at me and indicates that I follow him, we continued walking around the cold hallway.

He stopped, we were in some chamber room, in the middle of the room was a test tube filled with some liquid and what looked like a humanoid creature inside.

The room was messy, Clipboards were everywhere, crumbled paper all over the ground and pills and injections were spilled at the corner.

The creature looked at me curiously and at the doctor beside me and growled at him.

. . ╰──╮____'s pov╭──╯ . .

Great another failed mission, the other experimentations are getting more aggressive as days or months have passed. Soon there will be a new victim, Mr. Solace an inmate charged for allegedly murdering 9 people.

This information was thanks to those disgusting things they called themselves 'humans' for yapping about a new experimentation that will start for a few days. As I was saying Mr. Solace was sentenced to death by an electric chair.

Of course urbanshade saw this as a blessing to the gods and swooped him in before he could even die.

He'd be more thankful if he died than being alive right now.

My thoughts were cut off when the door finally opened revealing two men, A scientist and the inmate dressed in the orange jumpsuit.

I went close to the glass and looked at the prisoner curiously, now at the scientist with an angry expression.

The scientist of course glared at me but let me slide this time, he looked at the prisoner made him sign up a contract.

The prisoner didn't hesitate and signed the contract, the door opened revealing a fellow scientist panicking and urgently yelling at the scientist to follow him, The scientist looks at me then at the prisoner before hesitantly instructing him to guard me for a bit,

Before the prisoner could even speak the scientist left without much explanation.

I just have to follow phase 2 of my plan.

. . ╰──╮Sebastian's pov╭──╯ . .

I just nod slowly as I looked at the empty space where the doctor was previously.

A glass tap was heard in the tube, the creature beckoned me to get closer, I hesitated but continued to do so.

It pointed at a lever behind the tube asking me to crank it up, I complied and pulled the lever up.

"Why, thank you Mr. Solace."

╔⏤⏤⏤╝❀╚⏤⏤⏤╗

End of 02

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[offender42085]

Post 0613

Edward Saucier, Florida inmate W91579, born 1999, incarceration intake June 2022, at age 23, released December 2022, returned to incarceration March 2023, released November 2023

Burglary

Saucier was sentenced to two years in prison for committing multiple burglaries in Indian River County.

He was initially received into the Department of Corrections on 06/30/2022, and housed in Kissimmee.

While on work release, Edward Saucier reportedly cut his ankle monitor on 12/01/2022.

On 12/04/2022; The Indian County Sheriff's Office said they received information that Saucier was possibly near the area of 6400 48th Avenue. 

A resident in that area reported that someone burglarized their home — taking clothing and food.  Several police units responded and Saucier was found hiding in a nearby wooded area where he was arrested, and then transported to the Indian River County Jail.

He remained in the Indian County Jail until 03/23/2023 when he was returned to the control of the State Department of Corrections.

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[beardedmrbean]

Haiti's government declared a 72-hour state of emergency on Sunday after armed gangs stormed a major prison. At least 12 people were killed and about 3,700 inmates escaped in the jailbreak.

Gang leaders are demanding the resignation of Prime Minister Ariel Henry, whose whereabouts are unknown since he travelled to Kenya.

Gangs control around 80% of the capital, Port-au-Prince.

Gang violence has plagued Haiti for years.

A government statement said two prisons - one in Port-au-Prince and the other in nearby Croix des Bouquets - were stormed over the weekend.

It said the acts of "disobedience" were a threat to national security and said it was instituting an immediate night-time curfew in response, which started at 20:00 local time (01:00 GMT on Monday).

How gangs came to dominate Haiti

Haitian media reported that police stations were attacked, distracting authorities before the coordinated assault on the jails.

Among those detained in Port-au-Prince were suspects charged in connection with the 2021 killing of President Jovenel Moïse.

In the capital, gangs have erected barricades to prevent security forces from encroaching on their territory, while their strongholds in Port-au-Prince's vast shantytowns are still largely on lockdown.

Schools and many businesses are closed, and there are reports of looting in some neighbourhoods.

Police have set up roadblocks and there is much uncertainty on the streets.

The latest upsurge in violence began on Thursday, when the prime minister travelled to Nairobi to discuss sending a Kenya-led multinational security force to Haiti.

Gang leader Jimmy Chérizier (nicknamed Barbecue) declared a co-ordinated attack to remove him.

"All of us, the armed groups in the provincial towns and the armed groups in the capital, are united," said the former police officer, who is accused of being behind several massacres in Port-au-Prince.

Haiti's police union had asked the military to help reinforce the capital's main prison, but the compound was stormed late on Saturday.

On Sunday the doors of the prison were still open and there were no signs of officers, Reuters news agency reported. Three inmates who tried to flee lay dead in the courtyard, the report said.

A journalist for the AFP news agency who visited the prison saw around 10 bodies, some with signs of injuries caused by bullets.

One volunteer prison worker told the Reuters news agency that 99 prisoners - including former Colombian soldiers jailed over President Moïse's murder - had chosen to remain in their cells for fear of being killed in crossfire.

They have now been transferred to a different prison.

The US embassy in Port-au-Prince on Sunday urged its citizens to leave Haiti "as soon as possible". The French embassy said it was closing visa services as a "precaution".

While Haiti has been plagued by gangs for years, the violence has further escalated since President Moïse's assassination at his home in 2021. He has not been replaced and presidential elections have not been held since 2016.

Under a political deal, Mr Henry was due to stand down by 7 February. But planned elections were not held and he remains in post.

A spokesperson for the White House's National Security Council said it was "monitoring the rapidly deteriorating security situation" with "grave concern".

They said the path forward "lies with free and fair elections" and violence serves "only to delay a democratic transition while... upending the lives of thousands".

Speaking to the BBC's Newsday, Claude Joseph - who was serving as acting prime minister when President Moïse was assassinated and who is now head of the opposition party called Those Committed to Development - said Haiti was living through a "nightmare".

Mr Joseph said Prime Minister Henry wanted "to stay as long as possible in charge".

"He agreed to step down on 7 February. Now he decides to stay, despite the fact that there are huge protests throughout the country asking him to step down - but it's unfortunate that now those criminals are using violent means to force him to step down."

In January, the UN said more than 8,400 people were victims of Haiti's gang violence last year, including killings, injuries and kidnappings - more than double the numbers seen in 2022.

Many health facilities have stopped operating because of the bloodshed.

Anger at the shocking levels of violence, on top of the political vacuum, have led to several demonstrations against the government, with protesters demanding the resignation of the prime minister.

[mostlysignssomeportents]

The Bezzle excerpt (Part IV)

I'm on tour with my new novel The Bezzle! Catch me TONIGHT in SALT LAKE CITY (Feb 21, Weller Book Works) and TOMORROW in SAN DIEGO (Feb 22, Mysterious Galaxy). After that, it's LA, Seattle, Portland, Phoenix and more!

This week marks the publication of my latest novel, The Bezzle, and to celebrate, I'm serializing an excerpt from Chapter 14 in six parts:

https://us.macmillan.com/books/9781250865878/thebezzle

The Bezzle is a revenge story, a crime novel, and a technothriller. It stars Martin Hench, a hard-fighting forensic accountant who specializes in unwinding high-tech scams. Hench made his debt in last year's Red Team Blues (now in paperback!); The Bezzle is a standalone followup:

https://us.macmillan.com/books/9781250865854/redteamblues

The serial tells the tale of Stefon Magner, AKA Steve Soul, a once-famous R&B frontman whose disintegrating career turned to tragedy when his crooked manager forged his signature on a rights assignment contract that let him steal all of Stefon's royalties, which ballooned after modern hiphop artists discovered his grooves and started buying licenses to sample them. The first three installments related the sad circumstances of Stefon's life, and the real-world analogues (like Leonard Cohen and George Clinton, both of whom were pauperized by sticky-fingered managers) as well as one real-world countermeasure, copyright termination, a thing that more artists should know about and use:

https://pluralistic.net/2021/09/26/take-it-back/

Today's installment weaves in a major subplot for the first time in the serial: Los Angeles's notorious, murderous Sheriff's Deputy gangs. These are another unbelievable true tale: for decades, the LASD's deputies have formed themselves into criminal gangs, some of which require that initiates murder someone to be inducted:

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_LASD_deputy_gangs

They sport gang tattoos, have secret signs, and run vast criminal enterprises. This has been the subject of numerous investigative press reports, and one extensive official report that called the gangs "a cancer":

https://www.nbcnews.com/news/us-news/deputy-gangs-cancer-los-angeles-county-sheriffs-department-scathing-re-rcna73367

The sordid tales of the LASD gangs beggar belief. For example, deputies in charge of LA County jails forced inmates to pit-fight and took bets on the outcomes:

https://www.aclu.org/publications/report-cruel-and-usual-punishment-how-savage-gang-deputies-controls-la-county-jails

The taxpayers of LA have shelled out tens of millions of dollars to settle claims against LA's criminals with badges:

https://news.yahoo.com/deputies-accused-being-secret-societies-230851807.html

Periodically, LA judges and officials will insist that they are tackling the problem:

https://www.latimes.com/california/story/2023-05-17/dozens-of-lasd-deputies-ordered-to-show-suspected-gang-tattoos-reveal-others-who-have-them

But at every turn, the LA police "unions" manage to crush these investigations:

https://abc7.com/los-angeles-county-lasd-deputy-gangs-cliques/13492081/

And top cops are right there with them, insisting that these aren't "gangs" – they're just "subgroups":

https://lapublicpress.org/2024/01/former-la-sheriff-villanueva-sheriffs-gangs-are-just-subgroups/

It's very weird being an Angeleno and knowing that one of the largest, most militarized, best funded police departments in the world has been openly captured by a hyperviolent crime syndicate. When I was in the Skyboat Media studios last December with Wil Wheaton recording the audiobook for The Bezzle, Wil broke off from reading to say, "You know, someone's going to read this and google it and have their mind blown when they discover that it's real":

https://sowl.co/8nyGh

That's one of my favorite ways to turn literature into something more than entertainment. It's why I filled the Little Brother books with real-world surveillance, cryptography and security tech, giving enough detail to advance the plot and give readers an idea of what search terms would let them understand and use the concepts in the novel. That's something I'm happy to keep up with the Hench novels, unpicking the inner workings of scams and corruption. The more of us who are wise to this, the sooner we'll be able to get rid of it.

Here's part one of the serial:

https://pluralistic.net/2024/02/17/the-steve-soul-caper/#lead-singer-disease

Part two:

https://pluralistic.net/2024/02/19/crad-kilodney-was-an-outlier/#copyright-termination

Part three:

https://pluralistic.net/2024/02/20/fore/#lawyer-up

And now, onto part four!

The last of the boxes had been shelved.

Benedetto rose from his chair. “Thank you, gentlemen,” he said to the movers, and dug a roll of twenties out of his pocket and handed each of them two of their own. He turned to me as they filed out. “You wanna get sushi? The place next door is great.”

The empty storefront was in a down-­at-­heels strip mall in Eagle Rock. On one side, there was a Brazilian jujitsu studio that never seemed to have any students training in it. On the other side was Sushi Jiro, name on a faded sign with half its lightbulbs gone. Beyond that was a vaping store.

“The place next door is good?”

He laughed. “You San Francisco motherfuckers got terrible LA restaurant radar. Put Sushi Jiro in the Mission and it’d have a Michelin star and a six-­month waiting list. Here it’s in a strip mall and only the locals know how good it is. Bet you never had a decent meal in this town, am I right?”

“I’ve had a few,” I said, “but I admit my track record isn’t great.”

“Let’s improve it.”

The sushi was amazing.

#

Inglewood Jams had the kind of books that were performatively bad, designed to foil any attempt at human comprehension.

But whoever cooked them was an amateur, someone who mistook complexity for obfuscation. Like cross-­referencing was a species of transcendentally esoteric sorcery. I don’t mind cross-referencing. It’s meditative, like playing solitaire. I had Bene­detto send over some colored post-­it tabs and a big photocopier with an automatic feeder and I started making piles.

One night, I worked later than I planned. Sushi Jiro was becoming a serious hazard to my waistline and my sleep-­debt, because when your dinner break is ten yards and two doors away from your desk, it’s just too damned easy to get back to work after dinner.

That night, I’d fallen into a cross-­referencing reverie, and before I knew it, it was 2 a.m., my lower back was groaning, and my eyes were stinging.

I straightened, groaned, and slid my laptop into my bag. I found my keys and unlocked the door. The storefront was covered with brown butcher’s paper, but it didn’t go all the way to the edge. I had just a moment to sleepily note that there was some movement visible through the crack in the paper over the glass door when it came flying back toward me, bouncing off my toe, mostly, and my nose, a little. I put my one hand to my face as I instinctively threw myself into the door to close it again.

I was too late and too tired. A strong shoulder on the other side of the doorframe pushed it open and I stumbled back, and then the guy was on me, the door sighing shut behind him on its gas lift as he bore me to the ground and straddled my chest, a move he undertook with the ease of much practice. He pinned my arms under his knees and then gave me a couple of hard hits, one to the jaw, one to the nose.

My lip and nose were bleeding freely and my head was ringing from the hits and from getting smacked into the carpet tiles over concrete when I went down backward. I struggled—­to free my arms, to buck off my attacker, to focus on him.

He was a beefy white guy in his late fifties, with watery dark eyes and a patchy shave that showed gray mixed in with his dark stubble. As he raised his fist for another blow, I saw that he was wearing a big class ring. A minute later, that ring opened my cheek, just under the orbit of my eye.

Apart from some involuntary animal grunts, I hadn’t made a sound. Now I did. “Ow!” I shouted. “Shit!” I shouted. “Stop!” I shouted.

He split my lip again. I bucked hard but I couldn’t budge him. He had a double chin, a gut, and he was strong, and used that bulk to back up his strength. It was like trying to free myself from under a boulder. That kept punching me in the face.

The strip mall would be deserted. Everything was closed, even the vaping store.

Shouting wouldn’t help. I did it anyway. He shut my mouth for me with a left. I gagged on blood.

He took a break from punching me in the face, then. I think he was tired. His chest heaved, and he wiped sweat off his lip with the back of his hand, leaving behind a streaky mustache of my blood.

He contemplated me, weighing me up. I thought maybe he was trying to decide if I had any fight left in me, or perhaps whether I had any valuables he could help himself to.

He cleared his throat and looked at me again. “Goddammit, I messed your face up so bad I can’t tell for sure. I hope to fuck that you’re Martin Hench, though.”

Even with my addled wits, this was an important piece of intelligence: he came here for me. This wasn’t a random act of senseless Los Angeles street violence. This was aimed at me.

I was briefly angry at Benedetto for not warning me that Chuy Flores was such a tough son of a bitch. Then I had the presence of mind to lie.

“I don’t know who the fuck this Mark Hendricks is.” My voice was thick with gargled blood, but I was proud of Mark Hendricks. Pretty fast thinking for a guy with a probable concussion. The guy slapped me open-­handed across the face, and as I lay dazed for a moment, he shifted, reached into my back pocket for my wallet, and yanked it—­and the seat of my pants—­free. Before I could react, his knees were back on my biceps, pinning my arms and shoulders. It was a very neat move, and fast for an old guy like him.

He flipped my wallet open and squinted at it, then held it at arm’s length, then smiled broadly. He had bleach-­white teeth, a row of perfectly uniform caps. Los fucking Angeles, where even the thugs have a million-­dollar smile.

“Shoulda sprung for botox,” I slurred.

His grin got wider. “Maybe someday I will. Got these in trade from a cosmetic dentist I did some work for.” He dropped my wallet. “Listen, Martin Hench, you stay the fuck away from Thames Estuary and Lawrence Coleman.”

“It’s Lionel Coleman,” I said.

“What the fuck ever,” he said. He labored to his feet. I stayed still. He looked at me from a great height, and I stared up his nostrils. Without warning, he kicked my ribs hard enough that I heard one of them crack.

“You’ve been told,” he said to my writhing body, and let himself out.

ETA: Here's part five!

If you'd like an essay-formatted version of this post to read or share, here's a link to it on pluralistic.net, my surveillance-free, ad-free, tracker-free blog:

https://pluralistic.net/2024/02/21/im-feeling-unlucky/#poacher-turned-keeper

[wingedarrows]

Two puzzling skeletons meet the party, while they have chats.

@megamagma - DM Myself - Nebula @rjmeta - Grills Trad - Libby @toonrevamp - Tokoh @aviaviator - Inmate @vwildmonk - Gala

Small warning for: Suicide/Self-Sacrifice mention, its not big, happens later in the episode between Libby and Inmate.

[bighermie]

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Biden's DOJ at work

[bunny-lou]

Trigger warning for pictures of a prison, brief mentions of inhumane conditions, starvation, death and violent crimes.

I got to visit the Mansfield Reformatory in Mansfield, OH over the weekend. This place originally began as a 'midway' point for young men who had committed crimes that were too serious for juvie, but not serious enough for prison.

In 1896, the Reformatory welcomed 150 inmates and was entirely self sufficient. Any repairs needed were done by inmates, food was grown on the property, livestock were raised by inmates. Not only did this keep costs low, but it helped inmates gain skills to work after their release. In its early years, the Reformatory had an 85% success rate, meaning that 85% of inmates were not re-admitted within 5 years of their release.

April 1930 saw one of the deadliest fires in U.S. history, the Ohio Penitentiary Fire in Columbus. It's believed the fire began when a rag was left too close to a candle. Some guards left the prison without unlocking any cells. More than 300 men perished in the fire.

Of those that survived, some were transferred to the Reformatory. Again, the Reformatory wasn't meant to hold inmates with violent crimes and the administration argued against taking in these inmates, protesting that they didn't have the room or the staff and that this could be detrimental to their current reform program, but the Reformatory was forced to house inmates from the Penitentiary.

The Reformatory saw state funding being cut a few decades later. Those put into solitary were given 1 meal once per day and it was often stacked that one meal would be given at 12:01 am on one day, then not again until 11:59 pm the second day, meaning inmates would go 47 hours without food. The Reformatory had such a severe cockroach problem that inmates would sleep with toilet paper stuffed in their ears to prevent anything from crawling in. Guards were so unused to handling violent inmates that they often did not interfere with any fights or step in unless absolutely necessary. The Reformatory became a maximum security prison in the 70s and would remain as such until its closing.

In the 1980's, former inmates sued the Reformatory for its inhumane conditions. The state ruled that the Reformatory was to be closed and another facility, the Mansfield Correctional Institution, was to be built to replace it. The state pulled ALL funding from the Reformatory to put into the MCI, meaning the Reformatory had absolutely no money the last ten years it was open. More than 200 people died in the Reformatory and, unless they were claimed by family, they were buried on the property, where they still remain.

Visit mrps.org to learn more. If you are ever in the Mansfield area, I can not recommend this tour enough. Those who are working to preserve and restore the Reformatory rely entirely on donations and those who pay for tours, so please check them out!

[winterproductions]

Un-Thinkable

Chapter One

Genre: Mafia Au, Thriller, Suspense

Rating: 18+

Trigger Warnings will be given before each chapter based on the trigger.

Word Avg: 1.2K

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Reader, Bangtan x OC

Chapters: Preview > 01 > 02

"Officer Murphy!" The young male called out to the commissioner as he passed by. "Officer Lee." He greeted the young man that called out to him. "Officer Chan and I are about to transit inmate 007 for his mental evaluation." He informed his boss, who nodded in reply as his phone rang. He dismissed himself before leaving Officer Lee to remove the inmate from his cell and transport him to the awaiting police car.

He entered the passenger seat, looking at his partner. "All set?" Officer Chan asked as he looked in the rear view mirror to see the male in the backseat. “All set.” Officer Lee replied with a small smirk.

The sound of police sirens echoed through the art gallery as the female prepped the place for its opening. “My love.” She heard her boyfriend’s voice as he appeared from his office. “I didn’t know you’d be in today.” She whispered as she wrapped her arm around him. “Today’s a special exhibit, my love.” He kissed her softly. “What does the great Micah Stone have in store for today?” He smiled at her praise and guided her to a painting. “This. This is a painting by an artist named Moon Bin-Hyung” He began explaining. “Born and raised South Korea.”

She examined the painting, and it spooked her. “No offense, but it’s kind of….disturbing.” She considers art to based on interpretation. “It’s how you interpret it.” He told her, and she nodded in reply. “what do you see?” He asked her. “I see. I see chaos, bloodshed, and greed.” He squeezed her waist as she felt his head shake in disagreement. She slightly turned her head to him before asking “you disagree?”

He nodded before nuzzling back in her shoulder. “I see protection. A family protecting their assets from those who want to take it. Sometimes, you have to fight for what’s rightfully yours.” He whispered, making her look at the painting again to suddenly see his version of things yet simultaneously still viewing hers.

He heard his alarm from his cell phone and checked the time. “It’s time. Let’s open, shall we?” She nodded before switching the closed sign to open.

To her surprise, the crowd came rushing in, eager to see the new paintings and sculptures. She was greeted by many familiar faces of businessmen, locals, and celebrities by one stood out to see as he viewed the painting her and Micah just acknowledged.

“You’re interested in this one?” She asked the male as she approached the new visitor. He looked down at the female, smiling softly but large enough for her to notice his dimples. “Very. I’ve been looking everywhere for it.” She was taken back “Oh, you’ve seen this peace before?” She was told that the painting was recently done, probably a year, two at most.

She looked up at the male who seemingly stood at six feet.

He didn’t answer her question, though, and she was unable to continue the conversation as another visitor queried the price of a piece.

She looked over to the male once again. He was now speaking with Micah. Curiously, she approached the 61 both once again. “Ah yes, there she is. You had asked me a few moments ago if I was interested in this piece.” She nodded in agreement, looking at Micah, attempting to understand the confusion. “Oh, that’s right. I did not inform you, Y/N, this is not for sale.”

Her jaw dropped before looking at the visitor. “My sincerest apologies, I was unaware that this artwork was not for sale.” The male frustrated features softened at the baffled young lady. “Well someone needs to learn how to communicate with their staff better.” He remarked with a small taunting smile.

She saw the way Micah’s jaw locked and placed a small hand on his back. “Would you like for me to show you similar works?” The visitor shook his head. “No, thank you. Excuse me.” She watched as the male moved past both of them, steadily exiting the building without glancing at another artwork.

“Boss, may I speak with you.” Another officer from the police department asked as he entered the commissioner’s office. He nodded, gesturing for him to sit but giving him a minute to wrap up his phone call. As he hung up, he began to vent “My God, these gang violence conferences will be the death of me. The mayor is on my ass to get it under control. Anyways, what are you here for, Officer Cole?” The veteran officer cleared his throat.

“we’ve come to notice that Officer Lee and Officer Chan’s patrol car have been abandoned.” The commissioner choked on his coffee as the male a bit younger than them exposed troubling news. He looked up at the clock, it’s 7 p.m. “You’re meaning to tell me, it took everyone six hours to notice this?”

The male bit his lip “We know that the mental evaluations take a few hours, but after we noticed the car was stationed elsewhere, we called the mental institution and they informed us that no evaluations were set for anytime this week.”

The commissioner bounced up on his feet, “has anyone followed up? Did anyone go to the patrol car?” His words came out rapidly. “we wanted to confer with you first, sir.” The male exhaled, holding back the outburst he almost released. “You, you’re partner and another two go to that patrol car and find out what they are up to.” He bit his lip at he shook his head. “I believe we’re looking at a jail break.”

“Where the fuck is Namjoon!” Jungkook growled as he sat in the private plane. “Here he comes,” Taehyung mumbled as the last member entered the plane prompting one stewardess to close the door and another to alert the pilot to prepare for take-off. “Did you find it?” Jungkook asked, hopeful for one positive result. “I did.”

The group was excited but Namjoon cut it short. “It’s in an art exhibit, owned by a man named Micah Stone.”

Jungkook nodded as he listened to his co-leader. “This woman approached me, asking if I was interested in it and I was prepared to spend a fortune on it to bring it back to its rightful place, but he came to me to let it be known that the painting was not on sale, which was unbeknownst to the woman, that I assume is more than his staff.”

The group listened to the new found information. “What’s the art gallery name?” Namjoon chuckled “Stone’s Exhibition. It’s downtown, not far from the main strip.” Jungkook looked at his peers, then back to Namjoon. “What’s the plan?”

Namjoon smirked, “Well, you along with Officer Lee and Chan over here can’t show your faces here again.” He pointed to Seokjin and Jimin. “I don’t want to come back here. This place is boring and run down.” Jin scorned as he looked out the window at the lights from the city as the plane flew away.

“We were in one city. The other cities are beautiful.” Namjoon commented, making Jin shrug in response. “well I only saw so much the past five months.” Jungkook added. “it was quite the view.” He joked sarcastically. The guys chuckled before Namjoon continued.

“Anyway, you three will need to stay away until things die down. The rest of us can return and retrieve the painting.” Jungkook nodded in agreement before turning to Jimin. “we have some things we need to deal with at home anyways, and situations that need to be settled.” Jimin nodded before relaxing again. “Good Job everyone!” Namjoon commended the boys on a successful infiltrate and rescue mission.

[offender42085]

Post 0573

Jacob Allen Barber, Oklahoma inmate 2007100. born 1997, incarceration intake 01/06/2023 at age 25, Sentenced to life without the possibility of parole.

Murder

In January 2023, a 25-year-old man convicted of killing his father was sentenced to spend the rest of his life in prison.

Cleveland County District Judge Michael Tupper followed a jury’s recommendation and sentenced Jacob Allen Barber, 25, to life without the possibility of parole as punishment for killing Glenn Barber, 48.

Glenn Barber, his father, was the former youth pastor at First Moore Baptist Church.

Tupper called the case “a real tragedy.”

“The jury has clearly spoken in this case,” he said. “They had an option of doing something less in this case given the evidence they heard, and they were quite deliberate in this sentence.”

A jury in September 2022 found Barber guilty of stabbing his father to death in the summer of 2019. He was arrested near Sanger, Texas, and brought back to the Cleveland County Detention Center.

Court records indicated the father and son “argued daily and had a volatile relationship.”

“The suspect has been to several mental institutions but refuses to take his prescribed medication,” a detective wrote in a court affidavit.

After a 7-day trial, jurors voted unanimously to recommended a sentence of life without the possibility of parole and a $10,000 fine.

The trial was delayed several times due to the pandemic and for mental health evaluations. Much of the testimony during the trial centered on Barber’s mental state.

But lead prosecutor Abby Nathan argued Barber’s actions were premeditated.

“It is important to show the circumstances and the manner of this homicide,” she told jurors. “It is our duty and honor to the jury to do so.”

Two family members attended the hearing Friday but neither addressed the court.

The defendant also declined to speak.

“We know that there isn’t anything that anyone can do to change what happened, but we believe that the collaboration between the different agencies to bring justice for the victim, Glen Barber, honors Mr. Barber’s memory,” Nathan said in a statement following the hearing.

“During the trial there was one commonality among the testimonies of Mr. Barber’s family and friends. They all said he was an incredible person. We hope to honor and remember Mr. Glen Barber in that way, as the incredible person he was.”

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[thewomanwholaughed]

Verse 00 - Main ; Your typical DC Earth-1 stuff. Joker, the Clown Princess of Crime. [Note: Joker can just be paired with a Batman, no details need to be adjusted just that Joker happens to be Trans. But she can also come as a package deal with my Bryce Wayne/Batwoman.]

Verse 01 - Ruined Metropolis ; This one takes place in the Suicide Squad: Kill the Justice League verse. Joker is from one of the earths being attacked by Brainiac and has been "recruited" by the Suicide Squad to fight back.

Verse 02 - Mama J is back ; This verse takes place in @avisxe's Reverse Age Sidekicks!verse. Which you can read more about here. She is also associated with my Oracle.

Verse 03 - The Arkham Rebellion ; During Batman's absence, the inmates in the Asylum are treated so horribly they band together to keep their own safe till Batman can help convince the Asylum staff. [Read more here]

Verse 04 - Asylum/City/Knight/World-star! ; Arkhamverse specifically! From Origin to Knight and all spin-offs and media in between!