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Post by Richard Bryant on Nov 28, 2016 1:41:39 GMT -5
Superintendent's Quarters - Parchman FarmIts' late fall, Richard mused, and its' still humid as all get out...well, time to get a move on. Throwing the bedsheets back off him, he climbed out of the bed and walked over to the windows; raising them up, he could feel the late-season humidity roll in, washing over him as he stood there. Out in the distance, he could see activity beginning to stir - mainly guards coming in for the dayshift, while convicts moved from their dormitory-style barracks to the mess hall for breakfast. Stepping back from the window, Richard looked around and blew out a long breath, figuring he'd better get going....
...20 minutes later.... Looking at himself in the mirror, Richard thought he looked rather sharp for an old Mississippi Delta prison guard; he was wearing the standard Mississippi Department of Corrections supervisor's uniform - white shirt w/Sam Browne belt, gray cargo pants w/black striping along the sides (a reminder of the state's Civil War heritage) and spit-shined work boots - with a ring for a correction guard's nightstick on one side. Freshly shaven - unlike most others, Richard still used an old barber's straight razor to shave with - and clean-smelling, he looked the part of a Mississippian, a reminder of Past Times, both good and bad.
Hearing the grandfather clock downstairs chiming, Richard took one last look at himself in the mirror and headed downstairs, ready to start another day on one of the South's last convict plantations...
Post by Aspen Hekmatyar on Dec 12, 2016 4:09:17 GMT -5
On the dawn of the new day, Aspen was already outside, welcoming the warm Mississippi Sun and breeze of the morning with a slew of work-outs. She had herself stationed a fair distance away from the convicts' barracks to avoid unwanted attention as she was only wearing her white tanktop, no underwear, and a pair of blue jeans that were thin enough to be cool and comfortable instead of a heat sink, and started to do push-ups, one-legged squats with her arms out stretched, and a couple sets of sit-ups before she climbed to her feet fully, panting. Her katana and guns were leaning against the wall of a building nearby, within her field of vision. Upon collecting her breath, she wondered what Richard and friends were up to?
Post by Richard Bryant on Dec 16, 2016 22:58:08 GMT -5
"Alright, alright, settle down, boys, settle down," Richard said to the assembled guards - mainly his shift plus a handful covering the overnight shift - as they sat on their mounts, weapons slung over their shoulders, the Mississippi sun beginning to heat up the air around them. In the distance, the clouds were beginning to billow up, a sure sign of a humid Gulf breeze coming in; behind them and along the main road, convicts were being corralled into groups for the day's activities of which the guards assembled would supervise and watch. "Overnight shift reported killed several beasties coming in from the east, across US 49, so keep a sharp eye towards the east as you carry out your assignments. You see anything, call it in to either me or Sergeant Allison; don't play the hero, okay? Wait for backup first, understood?"
"Now, we've got a supply run to make into Amory; I need volunteers for that," Richard continued. Looking around, he waited for someone to volunteer, then said, "Okay, Morse, McGann, Andrews, you guys just volunteered," pausing for the almost obligatory chorus of boos to pass. "Knock it off, guys; take a couple of trustees and get going. We got a long day ahead, alright?" Acknowledging his orders, the guards headed off, most on horse to their assigned locations while the aforementioned headed to the garage to grab a vehicle for transport.
Turning his stallion around, Richard whistled over to one of the trustees as he began to ride over to where Aspen was located at; as the trustee ran over to him, he said, "Anything the problem, Marse Richard?"
"No, nothing's wrong; I need one additional horse with saddle, Clarence," Richard said, waiting there as the trustee ambled off to the stable to grab another stallion and wondering what Aspen was up to this morning.
Post by Aspen Hekmatyar on Dec 19, 2016 19:47:30 GMT -5
Soon enough, after having finished her little morning work-out, Aspen came out behind the building with her tanktop drenched in a bit of sweat with her weapons at her side, though aimed away from everyone. She noticed Richard had just finished with what looked to be a meeting or a skirmish for an assignment, and grinned a bit as she got closer before she was right in front of him, her free hand on her hip.
"Well, hello there. About to go out and scavenge, are you?"
Post by Richard Bryant on Dec 19, 2016 22:36:35 GMT -5
"Well, hello there. About to go out and scavenge, are you?"
Richard smiled, a deep, broad smile as he rode over to where Aspen was at; she'd apparently seen the assemblage earlier, he mused. "I got a crew heading over to Amory to scavenge for supplies, check the roads...the usual post-apocalyptic mix of activities," pausing as Clarence approached, a stallion's reins in his hand and a large stallion right behind, fixed with a saddle for riding. "I was getting ready to ride the grounds here in a little bit; I'd be honored if you'd accompany me. I can give you a tour of the grounds, show you where everything is and all," Richard said, his Mississippi accent as deep and wide as the river for which it was named.
Post by Aspen Hekmatyar on Dec 19, 2016 23:44:58 GMT -5
Aspen listened to Richard as she saw that he was on horseback, and saw another one coming up beside them before looking up to Richard again with a light grin on her face. Raising her hand, she gently brought it along the muzzle of the stallion to pet him while speaking to Richard, "I don't recall learning to ride horseback, sadly. Want to give me some pointers? Also, I could help out with the scavenging...I've had to fend for myself quite a bit, and I think you'll like what I have in my bag in my room."
Post by Richard Bryant on Dec 24, 2016 0:03:05 GMT -5
"I don't recall learning to ride horseback, sadly. Want to give me some pointers? Also, I could help out with the scavenging...I've had to fend for myself quite a bit, and I think you'll like what I have in my bag in my room." Aspen said as she lightly petted the stallion Richard was riding on; after a few moments' thought, Richard said, "Sure," pausing to climb down from his stallion, handing the reins over to Clarence for the time being.
Taking hold of the other stallion's reins, Richard said, "There's nothing hard to riding a stallion; its' almost like a bike, in a sense, except there's no place to put any spokes in while you're on." Offering Aspen a hand, he added, "The first step aboard's always the hardest; once you put your foot in the stirrup, just push up with your leg and swing it over the horse." As he stood there, he added, "The crew going out's the first of two going out scavenging; we'll go on the second one, see what we can find."
Post by Aspen Hekmatyar on Dec 24, 2016 2:27:49 GMT -5
Aspen watched Richard carefully, her green eyes taking in all of the details of his movements such as how he got off of the brilliant horse and what he said for her to do. With a small intake of breath, she gently grabbed the reins with one hand and the knob of the saddle with her other and, after putting her foot onto the stirrup of the saddle, climbed up with a graceful swing of her other leg onto the other side. Satisfied and proud, she looked down at Richard with an expectant grin.
Post by Richard Bryant on Dec 24, 2016 22:25:26 GMT -5
"That's it, that's it," Richard said as Aspen climbed aboard the steed, settlling herself on top of the stallion; as he climbed up on top of his own steed, he said, "Now, gently take hold of the reins; those will help you steer the stallion around as you're riding around. Just pull on the left one to turn left, right one to turn right....gentle pulls," pausing to demonstrate for her. "To slow and stop him, just pull back on the reins firmly, like so," demonstrating the technique for her. "To get him to begin moving, just gently," pausing to tap the stallion's flanks, "tap the flanks and he'll start moving," adding, "Nothing to it...almost like riding a bike, Aspen."
Post by Aspen Hekmatyar on Dec 27, 2016 5:23:55 GMT -5
Aspen followed the instructions carefully, and gave gentle tugs on the reins here and there to situate the horse and to get her bearings before smiling at Richard with a grin. She reached behind her to adjust her bag and to make sure her katana was at a favorable angle and position to be unsheathed, with her MP7 SMG slung over her shoulder with the safety on as she looked around at the horizon as the dust trails of the other scavengers disappeared in the distance, carried by the wind.
"I kinda get it, now. Well, perhaps a bit of moving practice before we go and scavenge? And if you see any of those dead douches, let me take care of them, okay?"
Post by Richard Bryant on Dec 28, 2016 0:40:41 GMT -5
"I kinda get it, now. Well, perhaps a bit of moving practice before we go and scavenge? And if you see any of those dead douches, let me take care of them, okay?" Aspen said, a grin about her face as she settled herself on top of the stallion.
"A'ight, then," Richard said, smiling broadly as he lightly tapped the flanks of his own stallion, easing him around with a gentle tug of the reins. Pointing towards a nearby flagpole, he began, "Anytime you're not sure where you're at here, Aspen, just remember where that flagpole is, the one with the Mississippi flag on it. The stand its' on is oriented to the four cardinal directions so that if you're not sure of your location, just look for that flagstand and head towards it."
Guiding them along, he swept his arm up and down the main road that marked the center of Parchman Farm. "This main road we're crossing," pausing as a pair of guards rode past them, a trail of convicts following behind them, "marks the center of Parchman Farm; the blue line and everything that way signifies the north side of the Farm, the red line and everything past signifies the south side of the Farm. What used to be U.S. Highway 49 to the east marks the eastern boundary of the Farm," pausing as they began moving towards the southern perimeter of the Farm, "but what gives Parchman Farm its' security is its' isolation; if you've noticed, there's several miles between the perimeter we're heading towards and the nearest town; same thing in every other direction. The town of Parchman, for which the prison here is named for, is about ten miles to the north; the town of Amory, where the scavenge run right now's headed to, is about seven miles to the east of Highway 49. In fact, this place was once referred to as the Alcatraz of the South for its' isolation from the rest of civilization...and when you consider some of the other notorious prisons across the South such as Holman over in Alabama or Angola Prison in Louisiana, that says something," thankful that he still remembered all the history lessons about the prison; any time he got to tell them to anyone was a good time indeed...
Post by Aspen Hekmatyar on Dec 28, 2016 16:50:56 GMT -5
Aspen listened to Richard explain the history and the perks of the Parchman prison to her as she looked around from atop her horse, and even gave a couple taps with her feet to have her stallion trot forward a bit, then stopped with a gentle tug on the reins before giving him a soft rub along his mane and neck, smiling a bit softly...when did she get to ride a horse, ever? For the first time in her life, she was feeling genuine joy, even her smile she would give around most people was only skin-deep and shallow...yet she's truly smiled at the horse and the man who was instructing her, Richard himself. Was she slowly coming out of her old shell?
When he had finished talking, she turned back towards the prison with her green eyes intent on it, but spoke sideways towards him as she did so, "I see, with its geographical and infrastructural 'isolation', it can bolster defenses of varying degrees. Only question is, do you have the means to erect such things? Perhaps I could be of assistance there. Hell, when we trained for FEMA, we had to train in organization, so I should be able to pull my own weight. I can probably make you an emergency bunker, if you'd let me.", she offered with a kind grin towards Richard.
Post by Richard Bryant on Jan 11, 2017 22:01:15 GMT -5
When he had finished talking, she turned back towards the prison with her green eyes intent on it, but spoke sideways towards him as she did so, "I see, with its geographical and infrastructural 'isolation', it can bolster defenses of varying degrees. Only question is, do you have the means to erect such things? Perhaps I could be of assistance there. Hell, when we trained for FEMA, we had to train in organization, so I should be able to pull my own weight. I can probably make you an emergency bunker, if you'd let me.", she offered with a kind grin towards Richard.
Pausing to think about the question Aspen put to him, Richard gave it a long thought. "Each unit - that's what we call the cellblocks here - is supposed to be self-contained, so that if the entire penitentiary is overrun, each unit can fight on its' own...so they should each have the supplies to build an emergency bunker. And yes, we can definitely use the ...." Before he could finish, his radio squelched; keying the mic, he said, "Lieutenant Bryant here, go ahead."
"Lt., this is Morse; I think we hit the motherlode, sir," came the reply.
"What do you mean, you hit the motherlode?" Richard asked, giving Aspen a sideways glance.
"Sir, the armory in Amory....we got weapons, emergency supplies, engineering equipment. Looks like they were loaded for bear, but never were able to deploy," Morse said; back at Parchman, Richard could picture the supplies present inside the former National Guard armory and knew they needed to get those supplies back as soon as reasonably possible. "What do you want us to do, sir?" Morse asked.
"Morse, load what you can, then get back here fast; we'll take a second convoy out and load the rest. Bryant out." Shaking his head a few moments, he grinned and looked over at Aspen, who seemed to be handling her own quite nicely on her stallion. "You mentioned scavenging earlier, Aspen? Well, looks like we're getting a chance to do just that...care to join us?"
Last Edit: Jan 11, 2017 22:02:09 GMT -5 by Richard Bryant
Post by Aspen Hekmatyar on Jan 11, 2017 22:51:02 GMT -5
Aspen listened to Richard talk about how fundamentally prepared the Farm was when it came to being overrun, and she was about to say that she could help build upon that when she heard Richard's radio buzz, and a message came from one of Richard's men about a motherlode, an armory by the sounds. But something didn't sound right, and she waited until he finished talking to say such.
She raised one her hands to her head to rub as her green eyes focused on Richard now and spoke softly, "This 'motherlode', an armory? Was it just unlocked, waiting for the pickins, or did they have to break in? If it's the former...it might be a bandit trap, Richard. The armory would be bait, and a bandit group could ambush them. I'd suggest keeping them away from it until we get there.", she advised as she turned her horse back towards the town, her focus still on him.
Post by Richard Bryant on Jan 24, 2017 21:41:53 GMT -5
She raised one her hands to her head to rub as her green eyes focused on Richard now and spoke softly, "This 'motherlode', an armory? Was it just unlocked, waiting for the pickins, or did they have to break in? If it's the former...it might be a bandit trap, Richard. The armory would be bait, and a bandit group could ambush them. I'd suggest keeping them away from it until we get there.", she advised as she turned her horse back towards the town, her focus still on him.
Sensing a similar vibe in the air as well, Richard got back on the radio. "Morse, question: how did you guys get in?"
"Bolt-cutters, sir," Morse replied, "like the ones' we keep in the vehicles, those bolt-cutters." While he liistened to Morse continue on, Richard put his hand over the mic and said quietly to Aspen, "We keep heavy-duty bolt-cutters in the vehicles in case we need to break open a lock on a fence or door," pausing to ask Morse, "Which entrance did you guys take?" all the while motioning for someone to go get Sgt. Allison.
"When we got up to the Armory," Morse continued, "we turned off of 49 onto a side road right in foot of the place. We checked the area to make sure there wasn't anyone lying in wait to ambush us, then we rolled up to a side entrance; that's where we made entry."
Visualizing in his head in the armory in question, Richard knew about which entrance the subordinate was talking about and glanced at Aspen. "The armory in question has a vehicle garage built into it, Aspen; the unit that was based there was part of the Mississippi Guard's 155th Armored Brigade Combat Team...an engineering unit, if I recall correctly, which means there should be a lot of stuff to choose from that we can use here," pausing again to speak to Morse. "Morse, pull your team back to the main road; we'll meet you as soon as possible, understood?"
Post by Aspen Hekmatyar on Apr 18, 2017 4:11:56 GMT -5
Aspen took in the information that Richard relayed back to her that he got from his teammates, and nodded quietly as she, similarly, projected the layout mentally in her own head; a chained-up and locked side entrance that allows vehicular entry, possibly for transport...it could work, it might even be the best thing yet about the plan, but there was still the matter of possible ambush! They may not have been there then, but what's to stop a patrolling group of bandits from spotting them and they'd be none the wiser? Or a horde of the undead sneaking up behind them? Either scenario tugged at her, and started to edge her horse towards the town at a slow but reasonable trot so Richard could easily catch up ride alongside her.
Shauna Kelly: That helped, thank you
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Ayita Hunt: dang, January was my last post.. Jeez it's been a hot minute. o7 guys, sorry for the complete disappearance, life got.. a little interesting this year.
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