Rikers Island Inmates

[trekfan]

FU FU! Oh man, that was great; glad to see her back in the action. I feel bad Estrella got crunched (I LOLED) and then the fat jokes ... that was some grade A material from Fu Fu. She should do stand up. Cooke luckily let her go but Fu-Fu's immaturity could be costly down the line.

Derricka still has sway over the cheerleaders and Connie is about to watch her team lose -- again. Whatever good feelings she had before the game are gonna get trashed, but maybe they score by accident? The hope for Rikers seems so far away.

But the entertainment is great stuff, fun posts.

[illWILL8455]

Quote: Originally Posted by trekfan

FU FU! Oh man, that was great; glad to see her back in the action. I feel bad Estrella got crunched (I LOLED) and then the fat jokes ... that was some grade A material from Fu Fu. She should do stand up. Cooke luckily let her go but Fu-Fu's immaturity could be costly down the line. Derricka still has sway over the cheerleaders and Connie is about to watch her team lose -- again. Whatever good feelings she had before the game are gonna get trashed, but maybe they score by accident? The hope for Rikers seems so far away. But the entertainment is great stuff, fun posts.

Haha I still can't make it through those posts without laughing. I can just picture it so clearly. Fu Fu's storyline has been very entertaining to come up with thus far. She's beginning to take on a frontline role in this dynasty, much like Danny Granger did in my Pacers dynasty lol

All hope does seem lost for Rikers at this point. I refuse to give out any spoilers but hints at what the future might hold for Rikers Island football will be presented soon in updates so definitely stay tuned!

[illWILL8455]

Trickery

Bowling Green Falcons vs Rikers Island Inmates

Season 1, Game #4

Nerves were beginning to get the best of Connie as her team ran onto the field. She couldn't stop thumbing through her playbook at all of the new plays she had came up with that week. Her hope was that one of them would work well enough to get another touchdown.

Connie had beaten herself up for running off the field when the going got tough last week. She should've been on the sidelines, then she would've known who called in the plays, on the touchdown. She feared that her team was somehow better without her, which didn't make any sense to her.

She had pondered who was a better coach than she was. Claude was a drunken hillbilly that probably has no memory of last week's game after all of the booze he had consumed since then. She glanced over at Claude who was kicked back, sipping on his canister of 'Special Gatorade' while watching the cheerleaders dance. Connie just shook her head at the thought that Claude was the mastermind behind the best play in Rikers Island football history so far.

Connie then turned her attention to her defensive coordinator, Sue Flenderson. Sue was wearing a Cashmere turtle neck with a matching knit scarf, and tight jeggings. He always wore Toms, and Ray Bands as well, despite the fact that the game was always played in a dome, and not outside in the sun....

Connie had tried to discuss last week's game with Sue over the past week but each time, Sue blew her off and kept trying to discuss how his cat had just had kittens and how he was going to have to wait to name each kitten until he figures out their personality. Connie blankly stared at him and had slowly walked away, blown away by how shocking that was....

So once again, Connie was perplexed. Her desire to figure out who had called in the plays that actually worked last week was driving her insane. That coupled with depressing visits to the medical ward to see the unconscious Devon Howard, desperately clinging to life, had made for a terrible week of sleep. She ached all over and her mood was terrible as the stress of the game continued to build.

Rikers Island won the coin toss, and Connie elected to receive. She desperately wanted to see if any of her plays would work, so she took the opportunity to go ahead and start off on offense.

A deep kick by Bowling Green bounced into the end zone, as kick returned Kelechi Walters ran away from the ball, as Connie had instructed. Connie grinned as she remembered the days where they fumbled each and every kickoff return attempt. That was a small sign of progress she thought....

The offense huddled up, and Connie called in her first trick play to backup quarterback Gary Donaldson. A triple reverse play was sure to throw off the Bowling Green defense, as long as Rikers Island remembered how to run it.

Moments after the snap, it was clear that they had forgotten. Donaldson turned the wrong way, and the runners ran up the field for a pass, instead of running towards the ball like they should have. Donaldson was crushed behind the line for a big loss.

Connie resisted the urge to spike her clipboard. Instead, she ripped out the page of her notebook with that play on it and balled it up. She knew that she couldn't call that again until they practiced more.

Frantically, she thumbed through her notebook for a better play. She signaled in the call for a wide receiver pass play. Donaldson would take the snap, lateral it to wide receiver Tim Rust who would then throw the ball down the field to slot receiver Kelechi Walters. Connie knew it was complicated, but Kelechi would likely be wide open if it was done correctly.

Donaldson took the snap, and tossed it to Rust. Rust bobbled the catch but managed to gain control quickly. The defense flocked towards Rust. The 37 year old looked down field at Kelechi who was streaking freely down the sideline. Rust drew back to toss the ball down the field, only to get ran over by a Bowling Green defensive tackle before he could release it....

Connie had been jumping down the sideline, yelling 'Throw it! Throw it!' She began cursing loudly as Rust was dropped to the ground before he could get the pass off. In a fit of rage, Connie drew back, ready to launch her clipboard as far as she could throw it....

At the very last second, she pulled herself together. She tried to convince herself that it was okay because at least he hadn't fumbled it. After a couple deep breaths, Connie began searching for a play to attempt now that her team was facing a 3rd and 34....

She finally signaled in a play where the snap would go directly to running back Terrance Horton. Horton would then run towards the line before pitching it back to Donaldson. Donaldson would then throw the ball down the field to either Rust or Kelechi after the defense ran up, thinking that Rikers was running the ball.

Donaldson took the snap and handed the ball off to Horton. Horton tripped over his untied shoe lace and began stumbling towards the line. At the last moment, Horton awkwardly pitched the ball back to Donaldson before falling over. The ball sailed towards Donaldson's lame hand. Donaldson claims to have no feeling in his left hand (despite a questionable rationale) so he couldn't grasp the ball as it flew by. The ball bounced into the backfield...FUMBLE!

Bowling Green defenders swarmed into the backfield, and a pile fell on the football. Donaldson fought for the ball as much as he could, but with only one useable hand, the Bowling Green defenders easily snatched it away from him.

Connie was outraged by the failure. Both receivers Kelechi, and Rust were WIDE OPEN down the field. Connie began jumping up and down, cursing and threatening to launch her clipboard again. She knew that she shouldn't, but each time she brought it down, she'd think about how perfect it would have been to score, and rage would overcome her again.

As she finally felt herself gaining control again, the announcer reported that the fumble was recovered by Bowling Green. Loud applause was heard from their bleachers, and their band began playing. Connie's frustration was too much at that point, and she spiked the clipboard down with every ounce of energy that she had....

The plastic clipboard blew into tiny particles, and hundreds of pages of trick plays scattered across the sideline as Connie stormed off to get a drink from the Gatorade cooler. Her face was red, and all of the players gave her a lot of space as she made her way to the cooler, cursing under her breath.

Play resumed as Claude and Sue Flenderson quickly cleaned up the hundreds of pages of plays and swept the tiny plastic particles off the field. Connie just glared from near the Gatorade cooler as Bowling Green's offense confidently made their way onto the field.

It only took the Falcon 3 plays to score a touchdown. The Bowling Green players appeared to be taking it easy, and not trying very hard. Rikers managed to force the players out of bounds a couple times, but wasn't able to actually tackle them. The extra point capped off what was a truly dominant scoring drive.

Connie wasn't thrilled about the defensive effort, but she fully expected that so she frantically tried to organize her pages of plays as Bowling Green kicked off. She located another clipboard, and snapped the plays onto them. Multiple players on the sideline looked concerned as Connie picked up yet another clipboard, but they weren't about to say anything with how violent Connie was.

Once again, the Bowling Green kick bounced into the endzone. The Rikers Island offense huddled up, looking to Connie for a play. Connie signaled in a play where Donaldson would drop back for a pass, and at the last moment, Terrance Horton would snag it, and run up the middle. It was a modified draw play, but Connie hoped it would catch the defense by surprise.

She was wrong....

Donaldson took the snap, and dropped back for a pass, only to get ran over before he could even act like he was passing. Connie appeared calm, but her eye started twitching and the clipboard was beginning to shake. Connie knew that this wasn't good, but she kept on searching for a new play.

After the triple reverse failed miserably, Connie feared that the double reverse would too, but she had to risk it. She signaled in the play, hoping that her players would find a way to make it happen.

Donaldson took the snap and began sprinting in the right direction. The defense was closing in on him, which is exactly what Connie thought would happen. Adrenaline rushed through Connie as receiver Kelechi Walters was also running in the right direction. Donaldson flipped the ball to Kelechi moments before a defender toppled Donaldson to the ground.

Kelechi grabbed the pitch and began sprinting the other direction. He was WIDE OPEN! Connie jumped for joy and began sprinting up the field. The Bowling Green defense still thought that Donaldson had the ball so they were giving up on the play. All Kelechi had to do was run the ball freely into the endzone!

However, runner Terrance Horton sprinted behind Kelechi, running the opposite direction back towards where the pile of Bowling Green defenders were surrounding Donaldson. Kelechi remembered that the play was a double reverse, so he pitched the ball to Horton as he sprinted past.

Connie couldn't believe it! Kelechi was wide open! He had a clear path to the end zone and he pitched the ball...?

Horton sprinted back towards the pile of Bowling Green defenders who had now figured out what was going on. A group of Falcon defenders rushed towards Horton, and dropped him in the backfield for a loss of yards....

Connie stood silently...speechless...mouth open...and motionless.... She was at a loss of words. Any time she thought that this team had done the stupidest thing imaginable, it got exponentially more stupid. She was frozen in a fit of rage that she had never quite felt before. She could only stand there, not moving a muscle until the play clock expired with her team blankly staring at her, waiting for a play call.

Flags flew from every direction as Rikers Island would be called for a delay of game. Connie still stood motionless, with only her eye twitching. It became obvious that she wasn't going to move again before another penalty, so drunken Claude Newman began making his way over towards her.

Connie knew for a fact that she had never been this mad before. Her heart pounded, and the rage inside her burned like fire. She could only stand there, hoping that she wouldn't lash out and murder Kelechi in front of a dome full of people....

Claude ambled up to Connie and tapped her on the shoulder. Connie didn't move. Claude shook her shoulder as the play clock again expired, and more flags flew.

"Hey..uh.. coach. You feeling okay there? Them fellers has been waiting for you to tell 'em what to do for awhile now. The flags has been a'flying because they're waiting for ya."

Claude reeked of booze. It was so strong that it sickened Connie. Connie was appalled that something she took so seriously was a joke to Claude. She couldn't stop herself, she lashed out on Claude hard.

She cursed his drinking and snatched the 'Special Gatorade' canister out of his hands. She hop stepped and launched it as hard as she could into the empty home bleachers. She got all up in Claude's face and ridiculed him for being a drunk and for taking the sport so lightly. She cursed him out and made an obscene gesture right in his face.

She didn't stop there. Claude wasn't responding to her antics, so she began taunting her own players. She called them morons and idiots, and began cursing out anyone that she walked past. Flags continued to fly as yet another delay of game had occurred, and the refs were also starting to see Connie's path of destruction on the sideline....

Connie was fuming! She stormed past her players who were hanging their heads hoping to not get called out by Connie. She made eye contact with her elaborate clipboard of plays. Realizing how stupid it was that she spent so much time working on them, and lost all that sleep over it, Connie snapped....

She punted the clipboard as hard as she could. Pieces of the clipboard flew into the empty home bleachers and the hundreds of pieces of paper rained down all over Connie as she began kicking the chair that the clipboard was sitting on. As the chair began breaking into tiny particles, Connie turned her attention to the Gatorade cooler....

She drew back and connected solidly with a hard right hook. The cooler only wobbled, causing Gatorade to begin spilling out. Connie threw a combo at the cooler, hitting it solidly each time. More and more Gatorade began spilling out and the cooler began getting lighter. As the cooler began to make her madder and madder as it continued not to fall over, the entirety of Connie's rage bubbled up inside of her and she landed an insane hay maker on the Gatorade cooler, causing the cooler to split into parts, and topple to the ground.

Purple Gatorade spilled all over the turf. Connie stood over the spilt Gatorade huffing and puffing. She had exhausted herself, and her violence had finally stopped.

She turned around slowly to see the entire dome staring blankly at her. It was dead silent. Connie hung her head and began picking up some of the papers near her feet.

A ref made his way over to Connie and informed her that she had once again been ejected. Connie wasn't even mad, she knew it was coming. She even expected to be suspended. She had completely lost sight of her values and ambitions and now questioned why she was even trying. She arrogantly made her way off the field with a wrongful sense of entitlement. She felt that she was too good for the team now, and she figured that she'd just quit trying. What was the point?

Boos began to rumble throughout the dome from the Bowling Green fans. Connie didn't care, not even a little bit. They would never know the frustration that dealing with a team like Rikers came with.

However, booing also began in the caged in 'Student Section.' Connie paused and stared back. The look of sorrow and disappointment was seen on a multitude of the inmates who usually were happy and excited on game day.

The inmates booing Connie broke her heart.... Had she really allowed herself to stoop that low? She felt as though "The Warden" would be ashamed of her as she had stomped on the fun that the inmates were having. She felt regret rush over her, and she began sprinting into the tunnel and out of the dome, as tears began to stream down her face.

She was a failure....

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[illWILL8455]

Rock Bottom...

After sobbing the entire car ride home, Connie rushed into her home and locked the door behind her. She was ashamed of herself, and planned to just drink the day away, drowning away her regret.

On her way to the wine cellar, she happened to hear that she left the TV on by accident. She sighed, yet another failure of the day. She trudged into the living room to turn it off.

However, she saw that it was on ESPN, and they were actually reporting on the Rikers Island game. Connie wiped the tears out of her eyes and focused her attention on what they were saying.

Things had apparently went from bad to worse once she was ejected. The caged in 'Student Section' rioted after a few more plays, and countless police officers had to rush in and break them up. Rioting continued until the game was paused and the inmates were chained together and walked back to their jail cells, not even halfway through the 1st quarter.

Connie watched as the frustration carried over onto the field as shoving, and cheap shots ensued, play after play until finally a fight broke out between the two teams. Bowling Green players hurriedly ran away, and the Rikers Island players were tackled to the ground and log tied.

Connie's heart broke as she watched as the majority of her team squirmed angrily as they were log tied in a long row on the field.

ESPN was reporting that the refs had met with the Bowling Green coach, as well as Rikers Island assistant, Claude Newman, and both had agreed to call the game off. Bowling Green would be awarded the victory as it was 35-0 in the 1st quarter.

The 10 fans left in the dome booed loudly as the police officers started the long process of carrying each angry inmate off the field. Tears filled Connie's eyes as she watched how dismal things had gotten. Her team was a laughing stock, and so was she....

She had seen enough. Angry at herself, and the world, Connie skipped over the wine and elected to go straight for the whiskey. She needed to forget that this day ever happened and fast....

Unknown Number

"Ahhhh!" Connie's head throbbed as she began to wake up.

The sun was shining through the blinds, as Connie began to try to figure out where she was. All of the drinking from the night before had blanked out Connie's memory, and she sat up to try to remember what had happened.

She determined that she was on her couch in the living room. The room was a mess as she had apparently spilled her whiskey cup as well as a bag of potato chips in her drunken stupor.

She was still dressed up in what she wore to the game. Her hair was a mess from sleeping on a sofa all night, and her makeup was still smudged from all of the crying that she had done the day before.

Connie felt sick to her stomach and she didn't want to get up. She wanted to just lay there and go back to sleep but her head wouldn't stop pounding.

She finally accepted that her head wasn't going to let up, so she slowly pulled herself off the couch and trudged towards the kitchen to get a tylenol tablet.

She swallowed the pill, and sipped on some water slowly. She glanced around the kitchen but the last thing that she wanted to do was eat. She felt like she could be physically sick at any moment. She had drank way too much and she was starting to feel it.

Connie decided that she would go on to her bedroom and try to get some higher quality rest. She searched for her cell phone. It wasn't easy to find. Connie searched through the sofa, finding a completely empty bottle of whiskey. The bottle had been full the day before, she hoped that most of it had spilled out. She would be alarmed if she had drank that much by herself so she refused to let herself think that she did...despite the fact that nowhere on the couch felt damp as if liquid had spilled on it....

She finally found it, and checked the time... 5:48pm on SUNDAY!

Connie had slept for hours and hours! She had nearly slept the entire next day away. She plopped down on the couch in disbelief. Connie figured that it was still Saturday, so finding out that it was late on Sunday truly blew her mind.

Still alarmed, Connie searched through her messages on her phone. She had 11 missed calls, all from the same unknown number. She also received a text message from Claude Newman.

'Howdy coach, keep yer head up! We all have bad days! I ain't mad atcha! We're all family around these parts! They'll be better days soon! If you need some laughs, me and the boys is meeting up for a keg party at Skully's pub. Join in on the fun! Take a load off and forget about the team for a bit. All the best, your buddy Claude!'

Connie really needed to see that message. She had felt awful about how mean she had been to Claude. Claude was a great friend who had stood proudly beside her through it all. Lashing out on him wasn't called for at all. She would remember to get him a huge Christmas gift, or treat him to a 5 star meal or something to attempt to make up for how out of line she had been.

The unknown number that had continuously called peaked Connie's interest. It had called 11 times, all roughly an hour apart. Connie peered at the time, and realized that in 15 minutes, it would be another hour since the last call.

She wondered if it was Claude calling from a payphone at Skully's Pub. That didn't make sense though because Claude always left voice messages. Connie seldom understood them, but Claude always left them. However, Connie couldn't think of anyone else that she knew that would call constantly from an unknown number.

Connie's curiosity got the best of her so she decided to stay awake long enough to see if the unknown caller called again. She slowly made her way to the bathroom and washed off her smudged makeup, and brushed her teeth.

She paced back and forth waiting for the phone to ring as the time drew near. Connie wondered if she was in trouble. Had she finally went too far with her sideline antics? Was her team suspended for getting into that brawl? Questions began jumbling up in her mind as time ticked on. Connie could feel herself getting worked up. Her stomach became even more unsettled as she stressed about all of the negative possibilities that this unknown caller could be.

Suddenly, her phone began to ring....

Sure enough, it was the unknown number. Connie swallowed, cleared her throat, and answered it, prepared for the worst.

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[illWILL8455]

Too Good to be True?

Connie hesitated as she answered the phone. She was raspy after being asleep all day. She quickly cleared her throat again and finally spoke.

"Hello..?"

The voice on the other end of the line startled Connie.

"Connie, darling how are you doing? Look, you don't know me but that's not important. All you need to know is that I'm someone that can solve all of your problems."

Connie didn't like the tone of the gentleman on the other end of the line. He seemed overly confident and his cavalier attitude was annoying Connie. She doubted the likelihood that this guy could actually help her. However, he confidently continued....

"I've been watching your team all year. The simple fact is, that you all are awful. Let's cut to the chase, there is no hope for this year's team. Quit getting yourself so worked up my dear, you're going to go 0-12, it's that simple."

Connie felt as though him calling her 'darling' and 'my dear' were demeaning but she tolerated it. She sarcastically thought to herself that this man was so innovative for realizing that her team was awful. She nodded her head but couldn't manage to speak before the man continued.

"Put that behind you now and start making plans to improve next year. That starts now, by getting me on board and allowing me to make some calls and pull some strings. Nothing happens in this life without string pulling, and money changing hands. You seem like an upstanding lady, but your unwillingness to do any dirty work will result in winless season after winless season. If that's what you want, fine. If not, let me do my thing, honey."

Connie knew that everything about this guy seemed dirty, and sleezy. She just knew that he was going to do some shady business that wasn't legal if she agreed to bring him to Rikers football program.

Silence fell over the conversation. Connie debated the pros and cons of agreeing to bring this gentleman in. The man spoke once again before Connie could.

"Connie, darling, I'm not saying that you need to decide now. Let's meet, do dinner. How about Friday night after your team's practice. I'll make reservations, and text you the details."

A sigh of relief came over Connie. She felt as though she was on the spot before he said that. Nervously, she accepted the dinner date.

"Good girl, you know Connie... "The Warden" would've wanted his team to win."

Connie didn't care for that comment. She was the one who knew her husband best and she knew joy and hope were way more important than winning. However, Connie was very different. The losses embarrassed Connie, and she didn't want her name affiliated with a team that was horrible year after year.

She could tell that the man was getting ready to hang up. She quickly asked for his name before he hung up.

"Call me Prescott...."

The man quickly hung up, and Connie listened to the dial tone for a few minutes in disbelief of what had just happened.

Was this guy really going to help her and her lowly football program? How much cheating was he planning on doing? Would she get in trouble for allowing someone like him to come to her team?

Thoughts jumbled up in her head, and it once again began to throb. She accepted the fact that she had heard enough for one day, and had PLENTY to think about, so she retired to her bedroom for the night.

Connie plopped down on her stomach, still fully dressed, and was sound asleep in seconds....

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[illWILL8455]

Mondays Suck!

Connie sighed as she awoke from her drunken slumber. She felt lethargic and lacked any motivation to do anything. She knew that she was going to be suspended, and that she'd likely lose even more players due to suspensions. Her team was already depleted, so the fact that even more would be sitting out was the 'kiss of death' to any hope that Rikers Island had left.

Slowly, Connie pulled herself out of the bed and wiped her eyes. She wondered how she felt so awful after sleeping the large majority of the weekend.

Dejected at life in general, Connie got up and slowly trudged into the bathroom. She knew that she should shower prior to starting her day, but she blew it off. She was only going to see a bunch of hurt up Inmates in the medical ward and then go sit in her office all day and try to come up with something to make the team suck less.

She brushed her teeth, tied her hair back without brushing it, and proceeded to get dressed. She dressed in a saggy sweatshirt of "The Warden's" that was 3 sizes too large, and some sweat pants. To cap off her attire, Connie slid into store brand 'Crocs.' Nothing that she was wearing matched, but Connie didn't care...what was the point?

Mondays suck. Connie had always hated Mondays. It seemed as though nothing ever went right. This Monday was no different.

She completely forgot to stop by a vending machine before visiting Blair McCormick's room. The poor guy looked devastated when he asked Connie 'Trick or Treat' and she didn't have anything for him. He hung his head, and appeared to be on the verge of tears. He had apparently learned to look forward to Connie's daily visits. Connie cursed as she left his room, angry at herself that she had forgotten to bring change, and let McCormick down.

Connie stopped in the hallway before entering Devon Howard's room. She knew that she needed to wait and visit his room last. Devon remained unconscious from a hit to the head during an attack by a fellow teammate. His dismal outlook depressed Connie after what she went through when "The Warden" got shot. Connie knew that she'd be a mess once she left his room.

Instead, Connie made her way to tiny cheerleader, Estrella Nunez's room. Nunez had literally been crunched by the far heavier Fu Fu during a failed attempt at a flip. Connie worried that Estrella may never walk again, and remained surprised that the tiny, 90 lb cheerleader had lived through Fu Fu falling on her....

Connie arrived at the room to see Estrella laying on the hospital bed, clearly frustrated. The nurses informed Connie that she knew no English and they didn't have a translator. Estrella had been trying to communicate with them to no avail. Connie simply shook her head, and kneeled beside Estrella's bed and tried to recall some Spanish.

"Bien o no?" Connie though that what she had said to Estrella meant "good or not?" It wasn't the best grammar, but she figured that it would be good enough.

Estrella's eyes lit up. She thought that Connie actually knew Spanish. She quickly rocketed off 5 or 6 sentences as fast as she could, pointing to various parts of her body. She finished and looked to Connie for a response.

Connie was blown away. She shook her head and admitted to her that she didn't know Spanish and hadn't comprehended a thing.

Estrella looked desperate. She apparently had something to say, but couldn't communicate it. Estrella began moving her hands wildly, trying to gesture what she was trying to say.

This only confused Connie more, as she had no idea what Estrella was doing....

Estrella finally attempted English. She pointed to her hip and said "Spirit Fingers?"

Connie had no words. Was that really the only English that this poor girl knew? She shook her head, and watched as Estrella frowned and looked away from Connie, still very frustrated in her inability to communicate with anyone.

Connie could only look to the medical staff. They informed Connie that 'Spirit Fingers' was the only English that she had used since arriving at the Medical Ward. They said that she used it while pointing at body parts, to ask for more food or drink, and also used it angrily when throwing objects at nurses and cursing in Spanish.

Estrella never looked back at Connie, even when Connie made her way to the door and said "Adios!" Estrella was even more frustrated than when Connie had arrived....

Connie hung her head as she made her way towards Devon's room. She had failed 2 of her inmates already, and she just knew that Devon's situation would only make her feel worse.

Reluctantly, Connie entered Devon's room....

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[illWILL8455]

A Message from the Author

What's up everyone? I wanted to let everyone know that I may be a little slower getting updates up as it is my birthday today! (Big number 23 lol)

I have planned ahead so I encourage everyone to catch up on this dynasty over the weekend if you have enjoyed it thus far, and I will drop new updates on Monday!

Also please let me know what you are enjoying, and what you'd like to see more of. Do you have suggestions to improve it? Let me know either by inboxing me, or by dropping a comment. Feedback is always welcomed and it adds to the fun on these dynasties!

I do realize that it is a lot of writing, so maybe if you break up the story into sections, you can work your way up and catch up by the time new updates drop!

Thanks to all who read and enjoy this thread! You really add to my enjoyment of it as well! Hope to hear from all of you soon!

-illWILL8455

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Beeping

Upon entering Devon's room, Connie hung her head. The usual beeping of the machines working to keep Devon alive saddened Connie. She remembered that beeping all too well from her time with "The Warden" as he was dying.

That solemn beeping haunted her in her sleep....

She slowly made her way to Devon's bedside. The nurse monitoring him simply shook her head and walked out of the room when she noticed Connie. Devon's outlook got bleaker and bleaker every day that he remained unconscious.

Connie had grown numb to the pain of watching Devon wither away. She had broken down crying in the hallway on the first day that she had seen him, but had learned to accept the situation.

The situation wasn't any easier to bare. Connie felt the same mind blowing pain ripping away at her heart as she watched the machine breath for such a young man with so many more years to live....

Sorrow overcame Connie and she hung her head, and stroked Devon's hand as the beeping continued. A tear rolled down Connie's cheek and slowly dripped off her face.

Connie may have learned how to avoid an emotional breakdown, but she could never get through a visit to Devon's room without shedding tears. She didn't even bother to wipe her face because she knew that more would come.

As Connie kept stroking his motionless hand, the beeps seemed to be getting faster. She wiped her face and tried to clear her head, but the beeping still seemed to be getting quicker....

Connie scanned Devon as the beeping continued to speed up. He still appeared to be completely motionless. Connie searched for any sign of life to convince her that the beeping really was speeding up and it wasn't just her imagination....

Nothing seemed to change. Devon remained still and the machine continued to breath for him. Connie realized that the beeping wasn't speeding up as much anymore, and had seemed to stabilize.

The nurse walked in and stared blankly at Connie. She was likely wondering why Connie was sitting over Devon and staring at him so intently.

As much as Connie wanted to tell the nurse that the beeping had sped up, she bit her tongue and decided not to. The nurses all felt as though Connie was crazy after she broke down crying in the hallway, so Connie didn't want to give them more of a reason to think that she was bonkers.

Connie took her time leaving to see if the beeping would speed up again. She really wished that the nurse had been in the room with her the whole time like she was supposed to be. However, the nurses thought Connie was crazy so they tended to avoid her as much as possible.

Finally she was forced to depart without ever finding out if Devon was beginning to wake up, or if it was all wishful thinking in her head....

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