Misquamicut State Beach

[AlphaWolfQuin]

Misquamicut State Beach

Location: Washington County- Town Of Westerly

Right on the edge of the prison, the beautiful coastline can almost make one forget that they're in fact in a prison. Depending on the time of day and people lurking about in the area, you may even get to enjoy a nice day at the beach but....seriously, don't hold your breath....unless you're head's being held under water then it's advised.​

 

[Casketslinger]

"Well, well boys, aren't we the lucky bunch of sons-a-bitches! We got us a real life war hero right here in our mitts. This here is a genuine Black Light Unit badass, decorated and commended for his service during the battle of Leningrad. Ain't that right 'war hero?" The voice called out over the sound of the chopper blades in flight. Snowman knew the voice well already, a C.O by the name of Jerkins who'd taken the last 3 hours Snow had spent in the Deportation center, to kick the living shit out of him before loading him in the helicopter after he'd refused immediate euthanasia.

The blacked out hood was pulled back from Snow's eyes and he could now see the three men seated around him. Jerkins was across from him and the two younger looking correctional officers were seated at his side. They all carried machine guns and were dressed in the navy blue uniforms of the RICF (Rhode Island Correctional Facility). Although he no longer wore a hood, Snow was still handcuffed and wore leg irons as well as a gag that fit into his mouth like a horse bit. He stared at the men with his icy-thousand-yard-glare and only the two younger guards got nerved out enough to avert their eyes, Jerkins simply stared right back at him.

"You boys wanna see something, have a look at this!" Jenkins said and used the barrel of his rifle to pull up Snow's tunic exposing the snake tattoo on his stomach. "See that? You only get one of those if you've been in 'the shit'! You boys have heard the stories of what happened in New York and LA with Plissken? Well this fucking guy served with him and low and behold he turned to a life of crime just like his war buddy did. They say all these assholes that survived Leningrad ended up with a serious case of PTSD and that's why they all ended up coming home and turning into fucking psychos, I guess I'd have to agree with that assessment." Jerkins said, poking Snow in his already bruised ribs with the barrel of his M-16.

"One minute ETA Jerkins, get the prisoner ready for deployment." The intercom in the helicopter announced and the two younger guards got up and moved toward Snow. One of them reached down and started to unshackle his legs, getting the cuff off of his left ankle but then Jenkins kicked him backward before he could finish.

"What are you doing?" Jenkins asked with a cruel smile.

"Unshackling him sir." The young man answered.

"The fuck you are....Didn't you hear me, this is 'the Snowman' he's a real life tough guy. He don't need our charity, he's the baddest sonavabitch to ever walk the planet. You think he's scared of a little mile swim in handcuffs and shackles? Shit like that don't bother war heroes!" Jenkins scoffed and leaned in close to Snow. "Isn't that right....'Frosty'?" He smiled menacingly.

Snow didn't hesitate, his head shot forward and connected with the bridge of Jenkins nose hard and fast, feeling the bone crack under his forehead. Jenkins reeled backward clutching his broken nose while the two younger guards slammed Snow back against the chopper's wall. "You alright sir?" One asked.

Jenkins dropped his hand showing the tears forming in his eyes and his badly smashed nose. "Your gonna drown and nobody is ever gonna think twice about it asshole! Push this prick out of the chopper now!" Jenkins ordered and the men did as instructed. Not a mile off shore but a mile and a half.

Snowman fell, his arms still handcuffed behind his back and a heavy shackle still hanging from his right ankle and his mouth gagged. He did his best to maneuver himself so that he could enter the water feet first but being restrained slowed his movements and ended up smacking the water almost face first. The impact felt more like hitting a brick wall than water, and it knocked the air he was holding in his lungs out and he sunk like a rock.

The water was pitch black thanks to the fact they'd dropped him off at night, and at first Snow didn't know which was was up. He took a second, forcing himself not to panic and let his training take over. When his body floated upward he started to kick with his legs even though the shackle was weighing him down and his lungs were burning due to the lack of oxygen. I took him almost a full 30 seconds to reach the surface and when he did breach the waves started hammering him back down instantly. Again Snow didn't panic, he got his bearings and managed a dead man's float on his back. The gag in his mouth making it hard not to swallow sea water, was making things even more unpleasant but he was managing to keep his head above water for now.

Snow kicked hard and got pushed his head up in the water a few times hoping to see which way land was, but in the dark of night it was hopeless. He could see the tracking lights of helicopter he'd been dropped from heading off into the distance though, and they had a no-fly-order over the prison proper. It was his best guess and he started paddling his feet to slowly propel himself in the opposite direction. He could only hope that he wasn't simply paddling farther out to sea.

After a few hours the clouds parted enough for the moon to give some light, the problem was that the moonlight was catching the dangling shackle hanging from his leg. It was essentially making the metallic shackle a jigging fish lure and he'd already felt several strong pulls at the thing. If a big enough fish, or god forbid a shark took a hold of it he might be dragged under. He couldn't worry about that though, his mind was set on paddling and so that's what he focused on. His body was beat on and he was exhausted but that wasn't going to stop him. Jenkins was right about one thing, He'd survived Leningrad and he wasn't about to let himself drown now.

5 hours had passed by and the sun finally started to rise, the light from the east was enough to finally see the coastline, he wasn't too far off now. He paddle with new vigor even though his body screamed for him to stop, it was then his luck gave out. He felt a jerk on his shackled leg and his head went under the water. The pull was strong and he knew what ever had him was big. It swam downward pulling him farther from the surface, but Snow bides his time and saved his breath. When the thing pauses he yanks hard with his exhausted leg and pulls himself closer to animal that has him in its clutches. Using his free booted foot he strikes downward and slams his heel into where he thinks its gills might be. The boot hits home and he can feel the soft tissue of the fish tense against it. Suddenly it takes off again dragging him deeper.

His lungs burn and he knows that he doesn't have much time left. The fish is swimming hard but he flexes his leg and pulls against the current to bring himself close enough for another strike. With all the strength he has left he kicks out again, this time using the toe of his boot and wrenching it into the creatures gills. He twists and shoves hard and can feel the tissue rip, the water streaks red and the fish lets go. The oxygen is gone from his lungs and his body is ignoring his brains orders not to suck inward, he feels the salty water enter his throat but forces his feet to keep kicking. He can see the light at the surface of the water just yards away but it's too far and Snow blacks out. His last thought is that although he may have survived the living hell that was Leningrad, it was a stupid fish that took him out in the end.

When Snow's eyes opened again he was laying half on the beach as the waves crashed on his shivering body and the early morning sun broke the horizon. He coughed the water from his lungs and tried to get to his feet but found that his legs wouldn't heed this minds call for movement. He knew his body was spent but he also knew that if one of the inmates found him bound and gagged here on the beach, he'd be at their mercy. Snow mustered every ounce of strength he had and forced himself to his knees. His body was shaking uncontrollably but his training took over and he focused, pulling up on foot first, then the other.

Snow limped off the beach and into the tree cover nearby. He searched around and found a culvert pipe that probably used to drain gutters from the streets above. He fell onto his face in the mud and muck and crawled into the pipe. Sleep came almost instantly as exhaustion finally won out.

 

[AlphaWolfQuin]

Name:Jackson Pierce
Nickname: Jax
Attire: Black cargo pants, black leather studded belt with concealed blade in buckle, plain black sleeveless tee, Black Red Sox Hoodie, black converse sneakers(Classic high tops).
Weapons:None to the untrained eye
Location:Misquamicut State Beach
Tagging:OPEN

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Sweat beaded up on his forehead before bleeding through the black hood that covered his head as the sound of the chopper's blades whirling around along with the chatter of the soldiers could be heard around him. He had really gotten himself into some shit this time and he knew that shortly he would be partaking in the most intense work out he had ever experience in his life. Jackson Pierce was by no means a physically fit person and he was depending solely on his mental strength to get him through his next task. The thought of being reunited with his whole family once he pushed past this hurdle strong in his mind. As he sat among the officers escorting him, the young man made sure to listen to each and every snarky remark made, every insult directed towards him. Jackson allowed it to get to him but not because he cared what they thought, he needed the motivation and extra drive to prove them all wrong.

"The kid's fish food....wonder what the big bad Don of Prov is gonna think when they discover his baby boy's dismembered remains on the shore of that shithole" ,one of the officers stated before he and his fellow officers started laughing. A few moments after the remark was made, the hood covering Jackson's face was ripped from his head forcefully, ripping a bit of his hair out as it was. The young man grit his teeth as he looked to the officer in front of him that had the hood clutched in his left hand and an overly proud look on his face as he looked back at Jackson. "Good job bruh, really. I mean you caught me....all 150 unarmed and nonviolent pounds of me....you're a real soldier boy aren't ya?" ,Jackson stated in a tone completely avoid of any emotion causing the officer before him to growl lowly before motioning the two officers at his sides to uncuff the young man.

"Don't blink they won't even miss you at all...." ,the young man then began as his feet were freed from the shackles that bound them causing the guard unlocking the cuffs to look at him with confusion then shake his head to brush it off before getting back to work. "and don't think that I'll always be gone...." ,Jackson continued as his hands were then released and he was brought to his feet. A smirk came across his face before he turned and looked to the man in charge of this little drop off, "You know I've got you like a puppet in the palm of my hand...." ,he continued before laughing softly just as the chopper went to turn around.

Once the chopper was turned and Jackson knew for sure which way the shoreline of Misquamicut beach was he slipped his small frame from the clutches of the officers holding him before they could think to react and made his way straight for the exit. "Don't you let me down" ,he shouted over the ambiance of the vehicle itself before diving towards the water hands pressed flat together out in front of him as he took that last deep breath before breaking through the water's surface and diving downwards and underneath the water. The initial impact did a number on his arms but it wasn't nearly as bad as it would be if he belly flopped or landed on his back. Once the initial shock and tension started to fade, Jackson began swimming his way towards shore, keeping underneath the water for a few moments to get a good start before popping up for air and continuing on his path towards the shore.

It was pure hell on his small body and the current threatened to carry him off to sea if he slipped up in anyway and allowed it too. By the time he neared the shore, Jackson was exhausted, cold, and barely able to breath. He crawled up towards the beach, shedding the drenched hoodie from his body slowly to remove the unneeded extra weight from his body that was struggling to carry itself. "Fuck...." ,he breathed out through gasps for air as he looked around, taking in his surrounding. After a few moments it finally registered and the young man laughed softly before standing on his knees. "I made it" ,Jackson stated, mainly to himself before looking around again.

Jackson pulled himself to his feet after a few moments and slowly began making his way up the beach, keeping an eye and ear out for the things around him. Sure the area wasn't as bad as the one he intended to venture into to find his family but he wasn't looking for any kind of fight nor did he care to engage in one. Of course, the young man would defend himself if necessary but only if necessary. His main goal now however, was to find Summer so the two can head to Providence County and inform their father of what happened.

 

[Casketslinger]

Snowman awoke in the dark wet pipe, he was cold and probably near hypodermic because he'd stopped shivering, which meant that his body temperature had dropped significantly. He started inching himself backward out of the pipe and although his body was still racked with pain he knew that if he didn't get out of the pipe, this is where he would end up dead.

Once out of the pipe and freer to move, Snow kicked his legs up in the air and started working his handcuffed hands from behind his back, down and around his ass. Once he'd managed that he tucked his unshackled leg though the gag in his arms and then the shackled one. He did this as quietly as possible, but with the clanking shackle still on his leg there was only so much he could hope for. Soon though is hands were in front of him and he felt a little better about his situation. Snow sat up and viewed the small copse of trees he'd taken shelter in now that there was enough light.

Through the foliage though he could make out another swimmer making his way to shore. This could be either good or bad, bad because Snow was still bound and gagged, but good because chances were that who ever this was was probably as bad off as him. He could wait till the apparent youngster left the beach and then start working on getting his restrains off himself but it might be a lot easier with someone to help him. He took a closer look and saw the kid was unrestrained. Snow weighed his options and then decided to make contact.

Snow crept slowly to the edge of the trees and watched the kid. He didn't look like a fighter and was easily as exhausted as Snow was.
Snow slowly stepped out into the open with his handcuffed hands raised up in front of him. "Hey....Hey 'id" Snow tried to say but the gag in his mouth was making it hard to speak with any real words.

"EY! OU ELP? ELP EE?" Snow asked, holding his hands out in front of him and motioning toward the shackles with his head.

 

[AlphaWolfQuin]

Name:Jackson Pierce
Nickname: Jax
Attire: Black cargo pants, black leather studded belt with concealed blade in buckle, plain black sleeveless tee, Black Red Sox Hoodie, black converse sneakers(Classic high tops).
Weapons:None to the untrained eye
Location:Misquamicut State Beach
Tagging:OPEN

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As Jackson staggered up the beach, he managed to steady his breathing. His body was shivering slightly due to the crisp ocean air hitting him. When he caught sight of the man walking towards him with the shackles binding his hands and the gag in his mouth, Jackson nodded being able to understand that he was asking for help. The man looked worse off then him and judging by his restraints, the guards that dropped him in weren't counting on him living, either that or they were hoping he wouldn't. Jackson didn't give too much thought on that however, the guy needed help and Jackson had the means to at least unshackle him without having to dislocate any joints in the process.

"Hold on I gotcha...." ,Jackson said in response as he picked up his pace a bit. As much as he could anyway. Once he reached the man, Jackson fought with his pants pocket to get his hand inside, the fact that the fabric was soaked and the young man's hands were shaking not helping matters. "I got a k-kit" ,he stuttered out before pulling the eyeglass repair kit from his pocket. Before proceeding with unlocking the man's shackles, Jackson raised his arms up holding the repair kit in plain site while also showing his other hand was completely empty. He then reached his empty hand forward and around to the back of the man's head to remove the gag.

"You piss off the wrong guy too?" ,Jackson asked in a somewhat joking tone after removing the gag. "Shouldn't take to long to get ya free" ,he then told the man before pulling the small screwdriver from the kit and moving to get to work on the man's hands first. As he worked to pop the lock of the first cuff, Jackson took a moment to look around and listen out for any signs of people. Last thing he wanted was to be ambushed by a group of psychos while trying to help someone out on their first day in the joint. There was far too much more that could be done and he couldn't die here, he wouldn't die here.

 

[Casketslinger]

Snow watched the kid with the eyes of a wolf, he was prepared to leap in the kid and headbutt him to death if the kid tried anything funny, but as he watched the kid pull an eyeglass kit from his soaked pocket of his pants he couldn't believe it. How the hell did this kid sneak any contraband passed the guards? They didn't even bother patting the kid down? Honestly Snow didn't care as long as the kid was willing to pop the lock on his gag.

The lock popped and the metal gag dropped out of his mouth and finally his cheek muscles were allowed to relax. Snow coughed once and cleared the salt water from his throat. "T-Thanks kid!" His hoarse voice croaked.

The young man started working on his handcuffs and although they were both shaking the kid was able to pop one of the handcuffs free from his left hand. Snow noticed the kid looking around nervously and thought he was smart. He may look like a geek but he was street smart enough to see that they were exposed out here in the open. And if fate weren't cruel enough, just then several silhouettes appeared at the beachhead up by the road. Four individuals, armed, but maybe not with guns, the shadow looked like melee weapons.

"K-kid....We....we got company. You know how to fight?" Snow asked but then eyed the small young man up and down with a skeptical eye. "Just stay behind me....I owe you one for getting me out of those restraints anyway!" Snow insisted and stepped up in front of the kid.

Snow was still wearing a shackle on each an arm and a leg but atleast he had a full range of movement. He reached down and grabbed the freed end of his handcuff and pushed the hook end up between his fingers like an ice hook. The three men and one woman made there way down onto the beach laughing to themselves and carrying on.

"Well well, what do we have here? Fresh fish!" The one in the lead said, smacking a baseball bat into his gloved hand.

"Yeah Spike...Fresh Fish....literally.....haahahaha" His smaller crony behind him laughed like a lunatic at the joke he'd made. He was carrying a small baton made of lead.

"Looks like we're having fish taco's for breakfast today Spike!" The woman of the group spoke up and flipped a butterfly knife open and closed as she circled around to flank Snow and the kid.

"Leave us alone now, or I'll make you regret it!" Snow growled like a cornered dog. The others were full of talk but Snow could tell that's all they were, it was the fourth one that had him concerned. He was big, 6'5" and look like he weighed almost 400lbs. His belly was big but so were his arms and legs and Snow knew he wasn't just some fat slob. This guy was there little gang's enforcer and looked like he could not only take a punch, but give a mean one as well. He wasn't carrying any weapons that Snow could see but his gloves looked weighted which meant that even a single punch might be a knock out blow.

"We'll regret it huh? I don't think we will! I pretty sure we're gonna kill you two and eat you for breakfast. Kilgore show him how we do!" The leader, apparently named Spike told the big man to attack. It was a bad mistake made by a novice in combat. If this Spike guy would have had his gang swarm them first and then saved this big Kilgore fella till they were distracted then his gang might've ended up with full bellies this morning. But he didn't, he sent their powerhouse in first. His mistake, Snow's advantage. Snow heard the kid trying to say something but couldn't make it out, his focus was on his opponent.

The big man came in with a surprisingly fast right hook, had it connected Snow would have been laid out cold especially in his weakened state but Snow was still better trained and ducked the blow. Snow returned fire with an upper cut and landed the prong of the handcuff underneath Kilgore's jaw. The dull prong didn't enter immediately but slid against the man's oily skin. Snow didn't let up though and punched out with his freed hand, landing a double shot to the man's liver. The big man huffed but didn't falter.

Kilgore brought his weighted gloved hand down onto Snow's shoulder and Snow felt a 'pop'. His adrenaline was pumping and so Snow kept going while he could. Again he punched out with the handcuff prong and this time it landed home in the big man's neck. He reeled backward and the prong pulled free sending a torrent of blood spraying onto Snow. The big man stumbled backward but still refused to fall. He clutched the hole in his neck and tried to stem the blood flow.

The rest of the group of marauders began to span out, surrounding them. Snow eyed the woman and the leader they'd called Spike.

"Kid...can you handle their little lackey? I got these two!" Snow called out and didn't wait for an answer as he charged into Spike headlong and screaming. The chick slashed him with the butterfly knife as he passed her but Snow didn't feel the injury for now, Spike was swinging the baseball bat with both hands in a wide arc. Classic stupid move, a baseball bat is usually a poor excuse for a weapon in a brawl, it is too heavy to use well one handed and because you have to keep both hands tied up with holding the damn thing it makes the rest of your body an easy target.

Snow pulled his arm up and took the blow from the bat, their bodies collided and they both went tumbling to the sand, but Snow was on top. "Get'im off me!" Spike cried out like a spoiled child about to be spanked. Snow didn't hesitate, he set a four punch ground-and-pound combination to work on Spike's jaw. Three out of the four landed home right on Spike's 'button'. This was the area on most every human being's body that could be pushed hard enough to essentially 'reset' the brain. It was due to nerves that ran behind the jawbone and when someone hit a person just right on that spot....out go the lights.

Regardless of Spike's now drooling, snoring, stiff limbed posture which told Snow the man was unconscious he still had the bitch to concern himself with. It was then that he felt the knife blade sink into his shoulder and hit bone.

'There she is', he thought to himself. He felt her yank at her knife, but it was in him and stuck good. Snow spun around and punched at her, forcing her to let go of the blade stuck in his shoulder blade and step back. Once he had room Snow shot his leg out from the kneeling position over Spike's snoring body and swung it out in a round house kick. She was too far for the actual kick to hit her and started to laugh but then the shackle on the end of the leg whipped around an caught her right in the temple. There was a sharp cracking sound and her laughter stopped and she crumpled into the sand like a rag doll.

Snow's lungs were burning and his head was pounding like a freight train from exhaustion from over exertion and he collapsed into the sand atop of Spike. He could feel the blood leaking out of the wound on his side the woman had given him and the dull ache of the blade stuck in his back but could do little to help himself.

"What about the kid?' His mind yelled and although his body was failing, he managed to roll off Spike to check on the Kid's welfare.

 

[AlphaWolfQuin]

Name:Jackson Pierce
Nickname: Jax
Attire: Black cargo pants, black leather studded belt with concealed blade in buckle, plain black sleeveless tee, Black Red Sox Hoodie, black converse sneakers(Classic high tops).
Weapons:None to the untrained eye
Location:Misquamicut State Beach
Tagging:OPEN

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Jackson nodded in response when the man thanked him as he went to work on the restraints. Once he popped the lock on one of the cuffs and the man spoke of company, Jackson's head shot towards the direction the man was looking. "Fuck...." ,he breathed out before turning his attention back to the man. "Some....never really fought but I've been taught a few things" ,he rambled out, the fear although clear he was trying to hide it was apparent in his tone. When the man then told Jackson to get behind him, the young man nodded. "Yeah that's probably best" ,he agreed before stepping behind the man as the four approached them.

"Neanderthals" ,Jackson breathed out from behind Snow as the group spoke of the two. When the group reached the two and the fight broke out, Jackson did his best to steer clear of any blows while also keeping close to the man protecting him. He was no fool and knew damn well if he tried to intervene he'd be killed or at least badly hurt. The young man watched as the man he was with took out the largest member of the group and looked around at the others as they swarmed in. As soon as Snow asked his question, Jackson nodded but not because he was sure that he could take out the lackey he nodded because he had to at least try. As the small man went in to attack Jackson kicked his leg out and tripped the man up causing him to fall flat on his face, the action proving to piss the guy off more than hurt him.

Jackson's heart raced as he watched the man get up, gripping the led pipe he was armed with in his hand as he growled angrily. It was at the very last moment that Jackson reacted. The man swung the pipe, Jackson ducked an action that was clearly done by the instinct to survive kicking in before his right hand moved to his belt buckle. The small 2 inch blade concealed behind the Batman logo belt buckle enough to slice into the artery underneath the man's armpit. With the man's arm extended from the swing it gave Jackson the opening to do exactly what he was aiming to. One slice aimed precisely caused the man's body to start pumping out a pint of blood every five seconds that passed.

It didn't take long for the man to drop to his knees as blood poured from the small but fatal wound before his body dropped fully, face first into the sand as blood pooled around him. "Thank god for biology" ,Jackson breathed out as the small blade dropped from his bloody hand and into the sand at his feet. Once the initial shock of what he had just witnessed and done himself passed he moved over to the man who had just saved his ass and he knelt down beside him. "How ya holdin' up? Can ya walk? We need to find some wheels....I can hotwire anything we find so as long as it's got some fuel we'll get somewhere....I know of someone who can help you....and a of a place far safer than here" ,Jackson told the man as he looked around to make sure no one else was coming along to try and turn them into a meal.

 

[Casketslinger]

Snow saw the kid pull a small knife from his belt buckle and hit the guy in his artery. Again Snow questioned what this kid's real deal was. The guards at the intake weren't stupid, nor were they accustomed to letting contraband slip by especially something as obvious as a knife belt buckle. The kid dispatched the lackey as if he were some sort of trained damn ninja hitting a moving target in a lethal manner even after swimming a mile. It all seemed pretty unreal to Snow but he was so tired and now bleeding that he didn't bother pondering it any more.

"How ya holdin' up? Can ya walk? We need to find some wheels....I can hotwire anything we find so as long as it's got some fuel we'll get somewhere....I know of someone who can help you....and a of a place far safer than here" ,Jackson asked.

"I have a knife sticking out of my shoulder, I don't think I can reach it." Snow said, still laying in the sand holding his side and trying to stem the blood coming from his side. Snow sat up and leaned forward exposing the weapon that was sticking up out of his back like some sort of macabre antenna.

"You say you got a place we can go... How's that? You just got here like me. You telling me you got connections in here?" Snow asked and winced when the kid pulled the blade out. "What's yer name kid?"

 

[AlphaWolfQuin]

Name:Jackson Pierce
Nickname: Jax
Attire: Black cargo pants, black leather studded belt with concealed blade in buckle, plain black sleeveless tee, Black Red Sox Hoodie, black converse sneakers(Classic high tops).
Weapons:None to the untrained eye
Location:Misquamicut State Beach
Tagging:OPEN

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When the man mentioned the knife in his shoulder, again Jackson nodded before gripping the handle with both hands and puling as hard as he could, doing his best not to wiggle the blade too much. Then when the man asked how he had a place they could go and if he had connections in the place, Jackson nodded softly. "I was born in this state....before the walls went up...." ,Jacskson began in response before pulling the knife from the man's shoulder fully. Once the blade was out, Jax dropped it down beside him and wiped his hands off on his jeans as the man asked for his name.

"Jackson....Jackson Pierce....I was ripped from my home and my family along with my sister....we hadn't committed any crimes in the eyes of the government so we were moved.....my family is pretty tight knit, being separated just doesn't work....that and not everyone in this place is guilty of anything other than being different than what that fucktard in office is comfortable with...." ,he ranted a bit before shaking his head then looking the man over to fully check his condition. "We gotta get to Prov....you need medical supplies and care, my sister....if she's still alive, was a nurse before being locked up in here....she'd be with my father....again if they're still alive" ,Jackson continued before sighing softly.

He hated to think of the possibility that something had happened to his family over the years they were apart but he had too, it would be foolish of him not to expect the absolute worse while in a place like this. "So what's your name? Those moves you used....you've had some kind of special training haven't you? Not trying to pry or anything....just find it interesting" ,the young man again continued. The point of the questions in return was to keep the man distracted with the conversation and divert the attention from his wounds the best he could.

 

[Casketslinger]

Snow reached down and picked the butterfly knife out of the sand, wiping the grit off of the blade and folding it up. He tucked it into his pocket and then slowly started to make it back to his feet wheezing and praying that the wound on his side wasn't as bad as it felt.

Snow listened and when the kid told him his name, it sounded familiar. "Like of the notorious Pierce Criminal Organization? Like of James 'the Don' Pierce? Geez kid I guess you do have some contacts inside! Hey don't get me wrong, I ain't passing any judgement, hell I'm in here, same prison as you." Snow said laughing a little and the laugh caused him to cough up some blood. "Ok Jackson you've helped me out, so I guess I owe it to you to help you get to Providence. Maybe you'll put in a good word with your daddy, if he's still alive, when we get there."

"So what's your name? Those moves you used....you've had some kind of special training haven't you? Not trying to pry or anything....just find it interesting" Jackson Pierce asked.

"Ahhh You can call me Sam if you want. Most people call me Snow though." Snow said and once he was able to stand he walked over to the unconscious gang leader they'd called spike. Snow leaned down and grabbed the sleeping man's head and twisted it with a yank until a loud popping sound erupted from his neck. Spike stopped breathing and went limp. Snow picked up his torso and pulled the leather jacket the punk had been wearing off of him. He put it on and felt the warmth, it was a bit tight but it would do just fine for now.

"Ahhh training?" Snow asked, he thought about the years of advanced combat training in both weapons and hand to hand techniques that he'd endured while in the Black Light Unit. "No kid, I ain't got no training, Must of just got lucky is all." Snow lied not wanting to give too much away about himself to the son of a noted Crime lord.

"Grab a weapon and whatever we can scavenge off of these folks, Jacks. Then we'll go up and see about a car but you'll have to do most the driving. I ain't gonna be conscious for much longer." Snow said as he reached down and ripped the tanktop off the dead gang woman. Her dead tits giggled when he did it but he paid no mind. Snow ripped the shirt into strips and wrapped them around himself trying to stop some of the bleeding.

"Got what you want?" Snow asked Jax and then started up the beach toward the roadway. They tried three different cars before finding one that was still had enough pieces on it to actually run. Jax got into the drivers seat and popped the hood while Snow started to fiddle with the engine. "Alright try it kid!" Snow called out and after a few tries the old jalopy started. Snow was coughing almost nonstop now and he walked around to the rear seat of the car and laid down in it passing out almost immediately. Unfortunately his shirt came up when he fell into the car and his notorious tattoo showed.

 

[AlphaWolfQuin]

Name:Jackson Pierce
Nickname: Jax
Attire: Black cargo pants, black leather studded belt with concealed blade in buckle, plain black sleeveless tee, Black Red Sox Hoodie, black converse sneakers(Classic high tops).
Weapons:None to the untrained eye
Location:Misquamicut State Beach
Tagging: Snow, OPEN

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Jackson nodded in response to the man saying he could call him Sam then when he answered his question about the training, again Jackson nodded in response. The young man found it difficult to believe that Sam had no training and that what he had just witnessed was pure luck. However, the young man wasn't one to question and simply began helping the man scavenge what they could off of the bodies. "Fuckin' score" ,Jax breathed out as he pulled an iPod from the pocket of the woman's body and turned it on. A sigh of relief came next as the screen lit up and the battery icon was filled half way.

Once he had grabbed anything he could find that would be useful and Snow asked if he had gotten all he wanted, Jackson nodded in response before the two worked on finding a working vehicle. When they found one with all of it's parts, Jackson slid into the driver's seat and ripped the panel off of the steering wheel before going to work on the wires. As soon as Snow told him to try it, Jackson connected the two wires that would start the engine. A few sparks flew before the engine roared signalling that the car was started. "Fuck yeah! Let's get the hell outta here" ,Jackson stated in a somewhat proud tone before Snow got into the back seat and laid down.

A soft laugh came from Jackson as the man's shirt came up while the young man started to drive away from the beach. Jackson knew the tattoo, knew where it was from, and also knew of a man who had the same tattoo. Of course he didn't now the man personally but anyone who had half a brain cell to work with and paid attention to the media, knew who Snake Plissken was. The man was responsible for the world having to rebuild after the blackout caused by him in 2013, he was the man who went into New York City and came out alive, the man Jackson had read about since he was old enough to read. Snake Plissken was a goddamn hero in every right and it took all Jax could not to start the slew of questions he had for the man asleep in the back seat of the old Chevy he was driving.

As Jackson drove he kept an eye on the iPod he had set in the center console to see if he would have any smidge of luck with getting a WiFi signal. Sure it was a shot in the dark but with how many towers there were throughout the small state and the fact that the entrance to the prison was somewhere within Kent County which meant there was a network somewhere around there due to the Processing Center needing access to online files, there was still a chance he'd get something. Of course the fact that the signal he would pick up would probably be locked didn't even cross his mind, it didn't have too, if the kid found a signal he would do everything he could to hack into the network and doing so from inside the prison vs. outside was actually far safer for him.

On the inside he was protected, knew of places to hide if he indeed was able to carry out plans and get into the network and the USPF caught on like they did on the outside. Of course Jackson wasn't going to be so foolish this time around. He wouldn't leave an IP address for them to trace nor was he going to jump the gun again. This was going to take time and patience both of which Jackson now had plenty of if he played his cards right and didn't get killed. First thing was first however, he needed to find Summer and make sure she was alright so as he kept an eye on the iPod he also kept his eyes out for any sign of his sister.

(Moving to Kent County Travel Thread)