Post by JD Driftwood on Nov 27, 2022 4:23:22 GMT
Boone County Jail, a brown bricked building that looked like it hadn’t been updated since sometimes in the sixties, still raising dixie. Inside the walls was an assortment out of weight pigfuckers, and tight pantsed dickwads wearing the same badge. Each and everyone one them having the attitude that their shit doesn’t stink, but the smell that radiated from their offices was rancid bacon, body odor. Twisting through the desks and trash heaps of Boone’s finest, you get to the cells where JD had his own - arms hanging out from between the bars and a snarl on his face as he stared down his arresting officer, who was just now getting off the phone.
The officer stands, a smug stride, like he had something shoved up his ass as he approached JD, not close enough for JD to grab him though - little prick was scared.
“Well Jesse, it seems like Cutter just woke up. Guess we’ll find out what really happen now won’t we?”
With bruised knuckle, JD scratches at his nostrils, not taking his eyes off the officer for a second as a grin forms across of his face.
“ Yeah, you go ask that old fucking man who beat the god damn shit out of him. You ask that motherfucker if HIS SON JD whooped his ass, and made him his bitch. You go and ask him that shit bitch. See what the fuck he says, cause I aint do a motherfucking thing. “
JD takes a few steps back into his cell, his head leaning low as he takes a seat on the bench, crossing his arms and waiting - watching as the officer heads out the door, destination the hospital room of Cutter Driftwood.
Uncrossing his arms for just a moment, JD extends his arm through the bars of his cell into the one next to him. He snaps his fingers.
“ Smokes! Lets go! “
And within a few seconds theres a lit cigarette inbetween JD fingertips. With the officer he was previously mean muggin’ gone, JD now had his eyes locked on a few rookie officers who are posing with his New World Championship.
“ You stupid fuckin’ pricks better put that down, before I kick down this cell door and beat your stupid pig fuckin’ asses. “
One of the more pretty ones, well Florida pretty turns to JD.
“ The hell you just say to me? “
“ Don’t you oink at me motherfucker! “
“ Don’t make me come in there and teach you to respect the badge prick.”
“ If I wanted my dick sucked, I’ll let you know oinky.”
Raising two middle fingers, JD flips off the all three of the officers, who mutter under their breath how he’s not worth the effort and not at all because they themself were yellow bellied cowards. JD takes a drag of his cigarette, snarl furling at the corner of his ginger beard as his emerald eyes look into the camera.
“ You think I give a fuck where I am right now? You think it matters? Fuck you Jane Doe, living dead bitch! You want some long and drawn out ode to how fuckin’ scared I am of you? Ain’t gon’ get that shit around here rotcunt, Because I don’t believe in none of that spooky fuckin’ bullshit! I see you, and smell the blood in the water! Just another god damn victim in my never ending destruction of this entire roadside shit show. They wanna’ put the best in front of me? That’s fine, that's why I moved on up from the Snuff and took my rightful place as king of trailer park! But if the best is you Jane? Well then I might as well move the fuck on, because I done beat all there is to beat! I came, I conquered, and now? Well what the fuck do I do now? I don’t even know.”
Placing his hands together, and letting his elbows rest on his knees JD leans forward.
“But what I do know bitch? Is that I’m dropping you right on your fucking neck, and Ima do it over and over and over again, until you know what it’s really like… To be fuckin’ dead. “
Just as those words leave his mouth, the arresting officer comes back into the office with his tail between his legs, his shirt a little roughed up, and a black eye. He waddles over to the cell where JD is and unlocks it.
“ You’re free to go Jesse… Cutter said aint no fat piece of shit son of his coulda whooped him like that. “
Slamming his hands down on the bench, JD pushes himself up with a satisfied smirk on his face as he walks past the arresting officer and snatches his championship from the shoulder of the prick from before. The cop looks stunned, reaching for his gun as JD blows him a kiss, and gets the fuck on out of pig country.
The officer stands, a smug stride, like he had something shoved up his ass as he approached JD, not close enough for JD to grab him though - little prick was scared.
“Well Jesse, it seems like Cutter just woke up. Guess we’ll find out what really happen now won’t we?”
With bruised knuckle, JD scratches at his nostrils, not taking his eyes off the officer for a second as a grin forms across of his face.
“ Yeah, you go ask that old fucking man who beat the god damn shit out of him. You ask that motherfucker if HIS SON JD whooped his ass, and made him his bitch. You go and ask him that shit bitch. See what the fuck he says, cause I aint do a motherfucking thing. “
JD takes a few steps back into his cell, his head leaning low as he takes a seat on the bench, crossing his arms and waiting - watching as the officer heads out the door, destination the hospital room of Cutter Driftwood.
Uncrossing his arms for just a moment, JD extends his arm through the bars of his cell into the one next to him. He snaps his fingers.
“ Smokes! Lets go! “
And within a few seconds theres a lit cigarette inbetween JD fingertips. With the officer he was previously mean muggin’ gone, JD now had his eyes locked on a few rookie officers who are posing with his New World Championship.
“ You stupid fuckin’ pricks better put that down, before I kick down this cell door and beat your stupid pig fuckin’ asses. “
One of the more pretty ones, well Florida pretty turns to JD.
“ The hell you just say to me? “
“ Don’t you oink at me motherfucker! “
“ Don’t make me come in there and teach you to respect the badge prick.”
“ If I wanted my dick sucked, I’ll let you know oinky.”
Raising two middle fingers, JD flips off the all three of the officers, who mutter under their breath how he’s not worth the effort and not at all because they themself were yellow bellied cowards. JD takes a drag of his cigarette, snarl furling at the corner of his ginger beard as his emerald eyes look into the camera.
“ You think I give a fuck where I am right now? You think it matters? Fuck you Jane Doe, living dead bitch! You want some long and drawn out ode to how fuckin’ scared I am of you? Ain’t gon’ get that shit around here rotcunt, Because I don’t believe in none of that spooky fuckin’ bullshit! I see you, and smell the blood in the water! Just another god damn victim in my never ending destruction of this entire roadside shit show. They wanna’ put the best in front of me? That’s fine, that's why I moved on up from the Snuff and took my rightful place as king of trailer park! But if the best is you Jane? Well then I might as well move the fuck on, because I done beat all there is to beat! I came, I conquered, and now? Well what the fuck do I do now? I don’t even know.”
Placing his hands together, and letting his elbows rest on his knees JD leans forward.
“But what I do know bitch? Is that I’m dropping you right on your fucking neck, and Ima do it over and over and over again, until you know what it’s really like… To be fuckin’ dead. “
Just as those words leave his mouth, the arresting officer comes back into the office with his tail between his legs, his shirt a little roughed up, and a black eye. He waddles over to the cell where JD is and unlocks it.
“ You’re free to go Jesse… Cutter said aint no fat piece of shit son of his coulda whooped him like that. “
Slamming his hands down on the bench, JD pushes himself up with a satisfied smirk on his face as he walks past the arresting officer and snatches his championship from the shoulder of the prick from before. The cop looks stunned, reaching for his gun as JD blows him a kiss, and gets the fuck on out of pig country.
