Post by Stevie Harris on Jun 22, 2016 8:22:51 GMT
Prisoner #92S110.
Name, Steven Harris. Born on November 1st, 1971.
Arrested on May 12th, 2016.
Convicted by a Grand Jury on May 15th, 2016.
Sentenced to 8 years, possibility of parole after three.
With prompt, the man known as Stevie Harris places both arms though the slot in his cell bars, allowing the guard to handcuff him. A chain extends down, which the guard fits to both ankles with the leather strap that sits at the end of the chain. Stevie complies. Two guards stand a foot behind the first guard, on either side.
“They called him a madman. A cult leader who was charged with multiple counts of kidnapping. All those charges were thrown out in court, either unprovable or the victims came forth to pledge their allegiance. The case hinged on the testimony of his follower, Bliss, who’s kidnapping and torment was actually filmed and aired online.”
A loud buzzer goes off after one of the guards nods his head. The control room guard opens the cell of inmate 92S110, who steps forward as best his shackles will allow. The three guards lead him out of his cell, which contains a basic bed, toilet, sink, mirror and a poster of a coyote he was allowed to hang up after requesting it sent to him. They lead the man down the hall, past the curious other inmates who watch in silence.
“What they were able to prove was that he tormented women on camera, attempting to place a noose around their necks in front of large crowds. He later got it around the neck of one man, in what is being called the darkest day in recent years for the LGBT community in Louisiana. In court, he claimed that these misogynistic hate crimes were purely crimes against people, regardless of gender, race, creed or sexual orientation.”
Stevie is ushered around a corner and through a door. They enter another corridor full of cells. Before the door opened, noise could be heard. It quickly dies down into hushed tones as the guards escort the shuffling man. All eyes are transfixed on him. News spreads fast in this environment and after this morning, they’d all heard of what he’d done.
“The actions this morning prove what kind of a danger the man really is. You allowing his request to spend his time here Warden, I think it was a mistake. I don’t understand how he was allowed to be put in that situation but the fact that he survived and two gang leaders didn’t… He’s a dangerous man and now over half the prison will be trying to shove a shank in him to avenge their fallen leader.”
The guards escorting the Mad Man send him through a door, leading to an indoor recreational hall. This is where is happened this morning. He was allowed access to the room by himself for some unknown reason. Shortly after, two men entered through different doors. Miguel Esprito, leader of the Chicano Brotherhood and Charles Edwards, leader of the Aryan Brotherhood here at Louisiana State Penn. A few hours ago he was cornered by two men with weapons and now he is being shuffled over the poorly cleaned pools of blood he’d witnessed leave their bodies.
“I’m recommending we place him in protective custody, possibly move him to another prison.”
As those words are uttered, a knock on the Wardens door is followed by a guard popping his head in. The Warden waves him in. The door opens further to reveal Stevie Harris in his shackles, being prompted into the office.
“Jake, I’ll take your recommendations under advisement. I’d just like a word with Mr. Harris first. In private.”
The Wardens office has a buckle under the seat, which one of the guards affixed Stevie’s chains to preventing him to standing. Once secured, the guards leave the room along with Jake.
“Morning Warden Steele.”
“Hello Stevie. I’m glad to see you made it through the morning relatively harmed. Bliss will be relieved.”
“Your daughter always did worry about me when I went into battle after I rescued her. She’s a sweet kid.”
Name, Steven Harris. Born on November 1st, 1971.
Arrested on May 12th, 2016.
Convicted by a Grand Jury on May 15th, 2016.
Sentenced to 8 years, possibility of parole after three.
With prompt, the man known as Stevie Harris places both arms though the slot in his cell bars, allowing the guard to handcuff him. A chain extends down, which the guard fits to both ankles with the leather strap that sits at the end of the chain. Stevie complies. Two guards stand a foot behind the first guard, on either side.
“They called him a madman. A cult leader who was charged with multiple counts of kidnapping. All those charges were thrown out in court, either unprovable or the victims came forth to pledge their allegiance. The case hinged on the testimony of his follower, Bliss, who’s kidnapping and torment was actually filmed and aired online.”
A loud buzzer goes off after one of the guards nods his head. The control room guard opens the cell of inmate 92S110, who steps forward as best his shackles will allow. The three guards lead him out of his cell, which contains a basic bed, toilet, sink, mirror and a poster of a coyote he was allowed to hang up after requesting it sent to him. They lead the man down the hall, past the curious other inmates who watch in silence.
“What they were able to prove was that he tormented women on camera, attempting to place a noose around their necks in front of large crowds. He later got it around the neck of one man, in what is being called the darkest day in recent years for the LGBT community in Louisiana. In court, he claimed that these misogynistic hate crimes were purely crimes against people, regardless of gender, race, creed or sexual orientation.”
Stevie is ushered around a corner and through a door. They enter another corridor full of cells. Before the door opened, noise could be heard. It quickly dies down into hushed tones as the guards escort the shuffling man. All eyes are transfixed on him. News spreads fast in this environment and after this morning, they’d all heard of what he’d done.
“The actions this morning prove what kind of a danger the man really is. You allowing his request to spend his time here Warden, I think it was a mistake. I don’t understand how he was allowed to be put in that situation but the fact that he survived and two gang leaders didn’t… He’s a dangerous man and now over half the prison will be trying to shove a shank in him to avenge their fallen leader.”
The guards escorting the Mad Man send him through a door, leading to an indoor recreational hall. This is where is happened this morning. He was allowed access to the room by himself for some unknown reason. Shortly after, two men entered through different doors. Miguel Esprito, leader of the Chicano Brotherhood and Charles Edwards, leader of the Aryan Brotherhood here at Louisiana State Penn. A few hours ago he was cornered by two men with weapons and now he is being shuffled over the poorly cleaned pools of blood he’d witnessed leave their bodies.
“I’m recommending we place him in protective custody, possibly move him to another prison.”
As those words are uttered, a knock on the Wardens door is followed by a guard popping his head in. The Warden waves him in. The door opens further to reveal Stevie Harris in his shackles, being prompted into the office.
“Jake, I’ll take your recommendations under advisement. I’d just like a word with Mr. Harris first. In private.”
The Wardens office has a buckle under the seat, which one of the guards affixed Stevie’s chains to preventing him to standing. Once secured, the guards leave the room along with Jake.
“Morning Warden Steele.”
“Hello Stevie. I’m glad to see you made it through the morning relatively harmed. Bliss will be relieved.”
“Your daughter always did worry about me when I went into battle after I rescued her. She’s a sweet kid.”
