Jail Break (literate rp)

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"No I wont," James said as he called two guards over. "Get this woman into the detention center. If anyone tries anything funny, I'll break that man's face," James said coldly. "Now you soldier. What division are you in? I must tell your commanding officer to give you a promotion. You look like your not in Rolf's group nor part of my detention squad," James said with a smile.
 

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"I'm Private John White, sir. I'm just filling in for Paul Trenton."
I knew that because his name was written in his sleeve. And I saw that while I switched clothes with him. Sergeant Roger must have heard what was going on, so he cut in the conversation.
"Poor Paul. I heard he got compost in his face because of that smuggler fellow. He probably got sick and was sent home."
"Yup. That's him alright. But, why did they just send him home instead of have him go back to work?"
"We used to do that. But all the soldiers and prisoners caught it. Some officers died, and a lot more prisoners caught it as well. So we send sick soldiers home without any escorts. And we never sick ever since that mishap years ago."
Sergeant Roger turned around to leave, but the barrel of his rifle banged against Jame's forehead. He fell down to the ground, a little unconscious.
"Sir, are you ok?" I asked in shock.
 

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I grabbed the plate of food, "Thanks Rolf. Wish all guards around here were like you," I said. I sat down and started eating the chicken. I hadn't eaten anything so good in a long time. I savored each bite as I sat down in my dark corner.
 

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"Im fine Im fine. By the way, where is your tattoo then? All the soldiers here are marked there first day with a little skull and crossbones on there right hand," James said as he took off his glove and showed it. "So either this is your first time ever substituing, or your an escaped prisoner. Which one is it?" James asked holding his sawn-off.
 

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Great. James is on to me. But I was prepared.
"Today is my first day substituting. I volunteered for duty a couple of days ago. You know how government budgets are now and then. So, where do I get the tattoo?"
Getting a tattoo was against my religion, but I know an Indian civilian that can remove tattoos once and for all.
All I did was wait for Jame's reply....
 

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Rolf walked up behind the disguised Sam. "I visited a South American tribal elder who moved to Chicago. He taught me how to do tattoos. The guy who usually does it got stabbed in the hand with a butter knife *shrugs* but I can do it the way the tribal elder taught me. But it hurts a bit more than the usual way. You take bone needles, tie them on a stick, and repeatedly hammer the needles into the skin. It's a right of passage in their culture. So, when you wanna do it?" Rolf smiled, and showed Sam the needles on a stick and the hammer.
 

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"Well, I suffered worse than that."
I took off my fake hair, not one strand of real hair on my head.
"Bad Indian encounters. Give me a moment."
I walked towards the cafeteria, grabbed some beef jerky small enough to fit into my mouth, poured honey all over it, and put it in my mouth. It tasted really good. Just like what mother used to make for painful situations.
I went back to Rolf and laid out my right hand straight, ready for the pain.
 

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Kurtis gets up i guess he got me. i dont want him to feel sad. i shot myself.
 

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"Ehhh Rolf can do it then. I suggest you be careful. I now want you in my detention division. Have an officer show you the works. You'll be my assistant. Of course, your commanding officer wont have a problem.....sergeant," James said with a laugh and then went to "office".
 

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It was getting dark now. And being out in the middle of nowhere, it got pretty cold at night. I shivered as I layed on the cold, stone floor. I got up and walked over to the cell door. "Hey, can somebody please bring me a blanket or something? I'm freezing," I yelled. Hopefully, I wouldn't get punished for yelling. But it didn't matter, I really was cold.
 

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James opened the window and gave him a blanket. He shut the shudder quickly.
 

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I was suprised I actually got a blanket. "Um, thanks," was all I said. I layed back down on the floor and layed the blanket over me. I shut my eyes and tried to get some sleep. Kinda hard to do in this Fort.
 

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This is just fantastic. First I fooled everyone in the camp. Now I have to get a tattoo and become Jame's assistant. But at least the promotion is a good sign of deception.

I pulled out my honey-coated beef jerky with my left hand and said to Rolf
"Some first day. One moment I aced training drills, then I made my first arrest. And the next thing I knew, I've been promoted to Sergeant and transferred to Jame's division. Ready when you are with the tattoo."
I put the beef jerky back in and embraced myself for the pain...
 

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"Ok. You might want to put some more pressure onto that jerky. It really hurts." Rolf dipped the needles into the ink, and put it on Sam's hand. He then beat the needles rapidly with the hammer. *tapapapapapapapapapapapapapap* After about 20 minutes of this, a little skull and crossbones, identical to the ones that every other guard had was on Sam's right hand. "There you go boy. Here's some cloth, and some whiskey. Now go to James's office!"
 

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"Yes sir!" I saluted to Rolf and headed off to Jame's office. Wherever that was. I didn't know where Jame's new office is. That was all thanks to my reckless plumbing.
I started searching the area for that office when I saw Jame's walk into his office. So I followed him into his office. I used the cloth to wipe the honey off my mouth and uniform, because I bit into the jerky really hard. I knocked on the door, stayed outside till James called me in. I walked through the door, put the bottle of whiskey on his desk, and stood to attention.
"Ready for duty sir."
 

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Throughout the day Justin had looked through his peep hole and observed what was going on, as he dug -- with a broken plate. He wasn't getting too far.

He was shocked at how different Sam looked with his hair cut off. He would've never though such a transformation was possible. Luckily for Sam, his voice was droning and not easily discernible from the voices of many other young men.

He turned back to his hole. Thankfully, the slab of rock on the floor which he had removed was lightweight; he could easily throw it back into place. He was going to come to a problem soon. "Where was he going to put the dirt?" So far, he had stuffed it into the cracks in the wall, but that wasn't going to be a possible method forever; he had already filled all the cracks in the wall next to his wood bed.

"Well, this is going to make it slightly warmer in here . . ."
 
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Someone is at the gate a guard said. He says he is here to see james. He seems to look like Kurtis.
 

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But he is not, he is David Schofield. He is armed with a Schofield revolver and some sort of a machine...
 
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