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#Post#: 6223--------------------------------------------------
Re: Redline Rebels {Joint Story}
DIR By: Aussie Boy
Date: July 19, 2012, 5:56 am
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Out!
Our group stood near a wall in the yard watching the rest of the
yard, a lot of gang initiations lately and people were getting
stabbed left, right and center, "Don't look but the Mexicans
been eyein' us since we got out here" I said to the others. They
didn't look but they nodded slightly and we started talking
about music.
Then Damien and Mac, another member of our group came through
the crowd of inmates joined us leaning or standing near the
wall, "Leon, we got word about you buddy" Damien said, "Yeah"
Leon perked up, "He didn't kill the cop, nah, his rib cage is
just messed up real bad, but Cooper, he got served with second
degree vehicular manslaughter, that's 6 to 8 years" Damien
explained.
There was a look of despair on Leon's face, "He wanted you to
know, he put you on his visitors list" Damien explained to Leon,
Leon put his hands on his head and breathed deeply. We went
silent and let Leon deal with the news.
"Damn" Leon said after a moment and we all had nothing to say
that would make it any better, "Shit Timmy look out" Damien
pushed Timmy out of the way as a member of the Mexican gang
tried to stab him with a shiv, he drove it into Damien stomach
instead, Damien twitched a little and blood dribbled out of his
mouth, Damien looked straight a head and I froze, I think
everybody did.
I saw Leon swing and punch the gang member and then tackle him
to the ground, Timmy caught Damien as he fell and Timmy slowly
sat down with Damien in his arms, Leon was wrestling with the
gang member on the ground for the Shiv, I went to try and help
but I noticed a few more gang members running at us to help
their friend, I waited sucker punched one as he got close, Mac
hit the other one and then booted him as he tried to get up.
I dragged Leon away from the gang member as soon as I heard the
guards yelling, some guards turned up and stopped the fight,
"You lot again!" One of the guards shouted, the guards kept the
gang members back as our group carried to Damien to the yard
gate, as more guards escorted us, Damien was bleeding really
badly there was a trail of blood from where he was stabbed to
the gate.
Guards let us through the gate and we carried him through the
isle to the prison where the prison paramedics met us with a
stretcher, we put him on there and they rushed him to the
infirmary with the Shiv still in his stomach, the guards held us
their in the pointing their guns at us. "They escorted us back
out to the yard where guards were now everywhere, people were
either grouped in corners of the yard or on the ground in the
middle.
I looked at us, we each had Damien's blood on us and were
shaking from the adrenaline, "Line up!" Ordered one of the head
guards, we all started lining up except for, but we were stopped
and held back, I looked over at the gang that just attacked us
they were being held back as well. "Why are they joining gangs
man, most guys are only in here for a few months.
We eventually made it back to our cell, me and Leon sat in our
cell with now dry blood on our clothes, I was shaken up by the
whole thing and I'm pretty sure Leon was too, I never expected
him to attack the guy though, I didn't think Leon had that in
him, maybe he was just trying to defend himself.
"Shut up, the warden has a message!" A guard shouted at our row
of cells, "Cell Block B, will for the next month lose half of
their usual yard time because of todays events" The Warden said,
"Fuck you, you old grey bastard!" Someone shouted, the Warden
just ignored it and left the row, I presume to inform the next
row of cells.
"Thanks ya stupid pricks" Someone yelled, "Hey we were just
saving ourselves" I yelled into the isle, "Not you, the fucking
geniuses down the end" he said referring to some members of the
same gang that attacked us, "Fuck. You" Someone else yelled and
the entire isle started in a yelling match. "Keep it down, keep
it down... Shut the fuck up, or I'll take all you're yard time
away for the next 6 months!" The Warden yelled as he walked back
down our isle on his way back past.
Everybody seemed to calm down with that and things went back to
normal very quickly, I sighed and tried to talk to Leon, but I
didn't know what to say. Then I figured something out, "You
probably saved Damien's life out there" I said, he looked up and
gave a tiny smile, "I didn't think I'd ever see you do that,
I've only known you for a few days, but you don't seem like you
would take on a guy with a Shiv, even though he never got a
chance to get it out of Damien" I said hoping to cheer him up.
"I'm full of surprises" Leon said and I looked over at him and
he was smiling now, it might have been a little one, but I
couldn't have him getting depressed, news like that and then
seeing someone, a friend, get stabbed, all that in jail, can
lead to suicide.
That was one of the slowest days I've ever had and the night
wasn't much better, we were all given food on trays in our
cells, because we weren't aloud out. The food wasn't the
problem, it was waiting for news on Damien which was the
Problem, the next morning I awoke to the guards yelling at us to
get up.
"hey any news on Damien" I asked one of the guards, "He bleed
out last night" The guard said, I was stunned, "Who the fuck is
Damien!" The guard snapped and kept walking, "Fucking asshole" I
yelled at him as he walked past the next cell.
Days passed before we got news on Damien, he had survived, just
barely though, more days passed, and they turned into weeks,
Damien returned to his cell and not long after we got our full
yard time back. Life was a little better once those two things
happened. Our group had worked into a routine and we followed
that routine day after day.
I awoke to the guards shouting at us like every morning, I got
up and went to the sink we have in our cell and splashed some
water on me face and flicked my wet fringe up and water droplets
sprayed the cracked mirror we had, I breathed deeply and stared
at myself in the dirty mirror, I was very surprised we still had
one, most others lost there's already.
Then 2 guards stopped out front our cell, "Leon Taylor?" One of
them asked, "That is me" Leon said just barely awake, "It's
you're lucky day boy" The guard said and they opened the door,
"Let's go" One guard said to Leon as they escorted him out of
the cell and shut the door. I rushed over to the door and looked
at them walking away then I realised, it's been 3 months, he
hasn't done anything, well hasn't been caught, to get a strike
against him.
"Good luck out there!" I yelled, "Thanks" He yelled back, hey
meet up on the outside, you owe me that drink!" I shouted to
Leon, he gave me a thumbs up as the guards escorted him away.
I sat down in the cell that was all mine now and looked around,
exactly a month until my parole hearing, that is all I could
think about, the routine continued for another month until I was
granted parole and escorted out the front gate.
I didn't know what to do, it had been 4 months since I was on
the other side of that fence, I walked down to the bus stop near
the prison and waited, wondering what I was going to do, there
was nobody waiting for me like when I was kid, my mother was
here for me. I decided to call a friend and see if I could stay
at her place.
"Hello?" She said as she answered her phone.
"Hey Courtney, it's Jack" I said
"Oh Jack, where have you been!" She said
"In Jail" I said with a slight chuckle
"No Really?" She said
"Really, I have been and I need a place to stay" I said
"You can stay at my house if you want"
"Thank you" I said gratefully.
"I'll get the beer and you tell me all about it when you get
here"
"Sure will" I said
"Bye" She said
"Catch ya" I said and hung up the phone,
I had been kicked out of my apartment while I was in jail and
all my stuff was put in the storage locker where I used to keep
my Skyline, and I have no idea what ever became of that, but
then again, a lot of guys inside had no idea what ever happened
to their cars once they went inside. I boarded the bus once it
eventually arrived and rode it out to south side of the city
where Courtney lived.
#Post#: 6245--------------------------------------------------
Re: Redline Rebels {Joint Story}
DIR By: Wetbizket
Date: July 19, 2012, 6:59 pm
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Dang, you did an awesome job with this chapter! Even though we
pre plan out these chapters its like I'm reading a new story
lol!
@Luke, Wow, lovin the detail comment! very much thank you bro!
Must be all the prison shows on TV or the fact me and Aussie
were locked up for 10 years!!!! ;D
#Post#: 6246--------------------------------------------------
Re: Redline Rebels {Joint Story}
DIR By: Aussie Boy
Date: July 19, 2012, 7:52 pm
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What happened in the cell during lockdown, stays in the cell
during lockdown....
Looking forward to your chapter WB
#Post#: 6249--------------------------------------------------
Re: Redline Rebels {Joint Story}
DIR By: Gangstarr4
Date: July 19, 2012, 11:24 pm
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Rape doesn't occur in prison that often. You more likely to get
beat up now a days. You eat fast because you need to move fast
paced. Its a point A to B thing for people with short time.
Other than that epic story
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Re: Redline Rebels {Joint Story}
DIR By: OGluke
Date: July 20, 2012, 2:50 pm
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--- Quote from: Gangstarr4 link ---
>
> Rape doesn't occur in prison that often. You more likely to
get beat up now a days. You eat fast because you need to move
fast paced. Its a point A to B thing for people with short time.
Other than that epic story
>
--- End Quote ---
I aint been in any prison or served time but ive talked with
guys who been there done that and rape happens to most those who
appear weak or easy to fuck bad as that sounds. No matter how
sex starved you are you aint gonna jump just any guy especially
someone whos built like a house.
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Re: Redline Rebels {Joint Story}
DIR By: OGluke
Date: July 20, 2012, 3:07 pm
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there was alot of intense moments throughout that passage AB
- Damien taking a shiv for timmy, only a true friend would put
himself in harms way like that.
- The warden suspending the inmates yard time, shit aint much to
do in prison as is now you cant even play outside lol
It has a happy ending though guy gets out of prison, even though
its rough on the outside what matters is that your out.
You and WB made the parts of the story in prison yalls bitch no
pun intended
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Re: Redline Rebels {Joint Story}
DIR By: Wetbizket
Date: August 1, 2012, 10:05 pm
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“Scrap Metal & Burnt Rubber”
The morning in jail when I was called out of my cell by the
guards was one of the scariest times I had I haven’t been that
nervous in a long time, I was put into a tiny room with 2 higher
ups dressed in suits sitting at a table, they sat me down in a
chair in front of them and pointed a video camera right into my
face. I had the worst fear that they were keeping me even longer
or going to ask questions about the fights I had back a while
ago, but instead they said I was up for parole. They asked me
questions like how I spent my time in jail; then how would I
spend it out of jail, as responded the 2 men would start writing
on their clipboards. But after the excruciating half hour in the
conference room I was kicked out of the Tempest City
correctional facility and back out into the wild hustle and
bustle of the big city.
The bus ride back to my apartments in Downtown Villreal was
exciting for me! It was true, even though I only spent 3 and
half months in prison; I felt rejuvenated, the air smelt fresher
and the sky seemed brighter to me. I went home and got back into
my normal pace, I got a job at the Demolition Derby track up in
the Outskirts as an announcer, mostly because my parole stated I
had to, but I needed a real source of income instead of betting
on street racing with my friend Cooper.
And speaking of Cooper, right after I got out of prison I went
to visit him. I didn’t enjoy going back into the big house but
at least it wasn’t for another 3-6 months again. I was expecting
to have to speak with Cooper through a glass wall using a phone,
but I was wrong they let him go out into a small visiting room
where I got to sit down at a private table with him.
Cooper was as happy as a clam to see me, we haven’t seen each
other since that grisly night 3 months ago, I kept things light
and positive during the brief visit with him, I had talked about
how Jack and us got into a fight with Rain and his crew
embarrassing them, how I finally stuck up for myself, and my
job. Cooper found a few guys to hang out with as well, a few
guys from the street racing got locked up in his block also, it
seemed like the police sure caught a lot of racers that night.
Cooper was hoping he could get out early like I did; but has a
serious doubt of that because they are less lenient to assault
against cops.
After work a friend I work with me asked if I wanted to go to
the salvage yard with him because he needed to find some parts
for his demo car, I had nothing else to do so I tagged along.
We headed down to the Industrial District and entered the
salvage yard, it was pretty big, they had rows of cars neatly
lined up according to make and model, they had everything. Ford,
Chrysler, Plymouth, Pontiac, Oldsmobile, AMC, Even foreign
brands like Toyota, BMW, OPEL, Honda and Holden which I think is
Australia’s type of Ford.
I split up with my friend and wandered around the yard seeing if
they had any cars that weren’t completely disassembled when I
seen a familiar face, I
couldn’t believe my eyes, it was Jack, he was draining coolant
out of a junked car.
… “Hey buddy what’s going on!” I joyfully hollered out walking
up to Jack,who was stunned to see me as well, he greeted me
getting coolant on my jacket.
…
“Sorry bout’ that.” He said standing up straight.
... “I smiled no problem. What are you doing out here?” I asked
resting on the hood of the car.
Jack wiped his hands off on a dirty rag “I work here.” He simply
said “My Parole officer made me go straight and get a job. It
aint great but at least I get to work with cars and make a
little cash.” He said with a delighted smirk on his face.
I tilted my head “Hey, I had to get a job too; I work at the
demolition derby track at the edge of town. Hey who’s your
Parole Officer?”
… “Shankmen.” Jack barked out.
… “No shit, me too. That asshole!” I said sharing a laugh with
Jack.
I and Jack talked for a little bit, mostly about what we have
been up to since we got out of jail, Jack’s living with a girl
he used to know back in the day, he thinks his skyline was
stolen out of his lockup and sold to a chop shop. Basically we
both are trying to get our lives together; we both need a car
and a better job. Jack wants to open up his own mechanics garage
after his Parole is up, he offered me a spot in his garage and I
had to rightfully accept.
… “I’m never gonna make enough money to open up a garage, rent
and everyday living pretty much drains me dry. The grease and
oil in my veins are calling me, once I can get hold of a car I’m
getting back onto the streets.” Jack said feeling a little proud
and disappointed at the same time.
Even though I wanted to put street racing behind me, Jack was
right. We live for the thrills of racing and it’s only a matter
of time before were back to burning rubber.
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!CONTINED BE TO
#Post#: 6320--------------------------------------------------
Re: Redline Rebels {Joint Story}
DIR By: Aussie Boy
Date: August 1, 2012, 11:09 pm
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Haha, No, Fords are American Holdens, haha.
I've researched and a lot of new and old Chevy's are just re
branded Holdens and vice versa.
I have to plan mine now.
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Re: Redline Rebels {Joint Story}
DIR By: Wetbizket
Date: August 3, 2012, 1:19 pm
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Hahah, alot of cars were like that. They had the same engine and
all the exact same parts but the body had a few little
differences on them. Which gets annoying when you think your
looking at a car which you think is something then get up close
to it and find out its a different one lol!
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Re: Redline Rebels {Joint Story}
DIR By: Aussie Boy
Date: August 8, 2012, 8:07 am
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Back to It
It was time to go home, Monday, the worst part of the week was
over, it only got better from here, as my co workers were
leaving I went for a walk through the stacks of cars, looking
for a Bumper for Courtney's Honda since she ran up the back of
another car. It was eerie in this yard by yourself, hundreds of
old cars, just stacked on top of each other in rows. I saw a
Honda badge sitting one car off the ground, I walked over to it
and stepped on the hood of the car below it and looked at the
Honda.
Perfect, I couldn't believe my luck, I just needed to paint it
and it would fit straight on, I jumped down and started walking
back when I spotted a car sitting at the end of a row, with just
parts and rubbish on top of it, it looked to be in pretty good
condition, so I went over and had a look. It was a Pontiac, I
got closer and released it was a GTO, I went over and started
pulling the parts and rubbish off the top, it was scratched and
dented but the windows were amazingly still in tact. I opened
the door and it fell off. I caught it and leaned it against the
car and looked inside.
The Interior was a mess, I popped the Hood and went and lifted
it up and cut my hand under the hood, I brought it out and shook
it and then spat on the cut and rubbed it in and whipped it on
my jeans, to clean the cut straight away. I looked at the motor,
well I tried to anyway, as it wasn't there, "Hey what ya doing?"
I heard someone shout, I looked up as I was checking the engine
bay for damage.
"Just looking at the GTO" I explained to my boss, "You want to
do something with it or you just looking?" He asked, "I want to
restore this, the GTO's are one of the best cars ever made and
it would suck to see it sit here and rust" I explained. He
looked and nodded, alright, I got a motor and gear box sitting
in the storage shed, if you want it" He offered, "I'll take
that, and can I use this place to do it, I haven't got anywhere
else to go" I asked, "On you're own time and you pay for
everything, "Yep, I'll start paying as soon as I can, just let
me know how much" I said to happy about getting to restore a
GTO, to care about the price.
"You got a key, just lock up when you're down and don't wreck
nothin' " He ordered and then walked away, I walked back to the
workshop, grabbed a wheel spanner, a jack, some chains and a
forklift and drove back to the GTO, and made sure all the wheels
were tightened and then towed it back to the workshop, with the
door sitting on the bench seat inside.
I towed to the hoist and gently pushed it on with a tire between
the tines of the forklift and back bumper of the GTO, I parked
the forklift and went and looked at the GTO some more. I decided
to start pulling parts of it, I took the other door off and the
Hood and put them and the door the fell off first against the
wall near the work bench I using and then decided I'd go and get
the motor.
With the forklift I brought the motor and transmission back, but
I couldn't put it by myself, so I decided to leave it next to
the car and come in early and get some help before work. I got
in it and felt the seat, "Needs buckets" I said to myself, I
jumped out and called Courtney to come nad pick me up, since I
would've missed the last bus back to her place by now and while
she drove here, I took the seats out.
The next morning I got there early and got a few of the fellows
at work to help me put the 455 V8 in and the 4 speed
transmission, as we had the car lifted, tightening everything
underneath, Clyde brought my attention to the diff, "Jack, the
diffs been welded up!" He shouted, I came over from the bench
where I was placing the exhaust I just removed. I went over and
looked at the dodgy weld job on the diff, "Do you reckon it's
just the housing or inside?" I asked.
"After I work I take it out and try to find a replacement then,
by the look of the welds, it probably wasn't done properly" I
stated, "I'll stay back and help if you want?" He volunteered,
"Thanks man, I'd appreciate it" I said. That night and the rest
of the week, I got the car running and some of the Interior
done. It still looked like hell, but it ran.
Friday afternoon I drove around to Leon's place to show off the
car, "Leon!" I yelled as he walked outside and looked at my GTO,
"What are you doing?" He asked, "You like my new car?" I asked
grinning, "New?" He asked back as he leaned on the window seal
on the passenger side. "You should've seen it Monday night when
I found it" I said. He dropped his head and laughed.
"I'm going for a drink, you wanna come?" I asked, he shrugged
and got in, "Is this even legal?" He asked, "Well that is a
matter of opinion" I started comically, "Really" he asked,
"Yeah, to me, it's as legal as breathing, but the police may
have a different opinion" I said grinning idiotically now, as I
put it in gear and took off, revving the 7.5 L loudly.
"We're going back to jail" He said, "Don't be so negative" I
said as I took a corner and planted my foot, kicking the tail
end out and leaving some black marks on the corner as I
straightened up and continued driving. As I drove to a bar well
known for cheap drinks, we talked about what we had been doing
and everything I had done to get this car running.
We arrived at the bar and walked inside, we sat at the bar and
as we were getting our drinks, "Who owns that piece of shit
Pontiac outside" Some guy with a rainbow coloured Mohawk yelled.
I stood up, "I own that fine piece of machinery outside you
Parrot wannabee cock sucker" I yelled, "Oh real funny hill billy
boy!" He yelled obviously referring to my flannel shirt, jeans
and work boots. "I'd be embarrased to call that mine!" He yelled
as he and his buddy walked closer to me and Leon.
"Oh yeah, what do you own" I asked, he walked to the window and
pointed outside to a yellow and orange Honda hatchback, with a
purple interior. "You car matches your hair!" Leon said, "It'll
kick your ass in a race!" He said, "Alright, old Industrial area
tonight in half an hour!" I announced. "Your on!" he stated and
he and his buddy went outside and got in there car, "let's go" I
said to Leon, we went outside and got in the GTO and drove to
the old industrial area where people from the bar were also
heading to watch the race.
I pulled up next to the guys in the Honda Civic and revved the
motor loudly, a Mexican guy with dreadlocks came over, "Alright
amigos, half a mile drag, we got the finish line half a mile
away, first one there wins the hat" He explained and then held
it out, "10,000 boy" The Civic passenger put in the hat, I
looked at Leon, he shrugged. I opened the glove box and got a
spare key out. "My car" I said, I didn't have the money and I
wasn't backing down now.
"Alright, we got ourselves a demolition derby car!" The Civic
driver taunted and then laughed. I looked at Leon again, hang
on!" I said and then revved the GTO again and waited, the Civic
was revved and they gave me a smug look, I revved the shit out
of the GTO again and the Smug looks didn't go. There wasn't many
people here, but enough to make a lose embarrassing, especially
since they were all at the bar when he challenged me.
"You got this Jack" Leon stated, I nodded, "let's do it!"
I put my foot down and the RPM started climbing quickly, a good
looking girl ran out between us with a red rag in her hand,
"Ready" I took my foot off and then put it back on the throttle
again, "Set" I held it flat, "Go" I dropped the clutch and tore
up the road, the GTO started going sideways as I took off, I
kept it straight and throw it into second, I held it flat and
then throw it into third, I didn't look behind me, I just
knocked it into 4th and sped down the straight, I crossed and
started slowing down. "Jack, you thrashed him, he was way behind
you" Leon said looking through the back window.
I slowed the car and down and turned around and drove back to
the line where people were cheering for me, I got out of the car
smiling proudly, the Mexican guy came over to me with the hat
and dumped the contents in my held out hand, I looked at my
spare key and the wad of cash. "Thanks man" I said holding out
my hand, he grabbed it and we shook hands, "They call me
Sanchez" He said, "Jack" I said and this is Leon" I said
introducing Leon.
"Hey man, gimme my my money back!" The rainbow haired dude
ordered, "Why?" I asked dangling the money in front of him, "You
cheated!" He shouted, "Ever heard of motor, you should try
investing in one" I teased, "Give my money back now, or I'll do
some damage, you won't ever forget" He threatened, I looked at
him and laughed. "You do it and you won't ever race again"
Sanchez threatened. "Man fuck you all" He shouted and he and his
buddy went and got into their Honda Civic and left. "Alright
let's clear out" Sanchez announced, Leon and I went and got in
my GTO and left the scene.
IT SHALL BE CONTINUED
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