IMAGINE WHAT PRISONS WOULD BE LIKE IF WE ALL GOT ARRESTED FOR PIRACY

obsessionfull: hipstergriff:

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INSTEAD OF GANGS- THERE WOULD BE FANDOMS

“UGH, THERE’S ANOTHER FIGHT BETWEEN THE HARRY POTTER FANDOM AND TWILIGHT FANDOM IN THE YARD.”

“Hey. You. Hey, you.” A strangely deep voice speaks behind me.

I turn around. There’s a girl sitting at a table near me, beckoning. Her uniform is folded up at the sleeves; her uncovered arm bears a crude biro tattoo and a familiar looking amulet hangs around her neck.

“Erm, yeah?”

“You’re new, aren’t you?”

“Obviously.”

The girl nods at the sarcastic reply in recognition and extends a hand for the shaking. I take it hesitantly - her fingernails seemed to be stained with blood.

“You can call me Cassie.”

“Is that your name?”

“You know we don’t use real names here,” she says, meeting my eyes with a sidelong intense squint. There’s a weighted pause. Both of us already know who the other is, and in the custom of both our peoples we glare into each others eyes homoerotically for the traditional five seconds before resuming our business.

“So what can I call you? Lockie? Sheridan? Only I will warn you off any rendition of ‘Molly’ or ‘Loo’ ‘cause we’ve had a sudden influx of them after that episode …”

“Sher is fine, thanks.”

The girl grins and gestures to the empty space at the table next to her.

After some minutes of quiet during which Cassie manages to devour two pies and a hamburger, I scan the sea of faces around us. Cassie sees me and nods, pointing over to the far side of the dining hall, where a table is occupied by a band of people divided in half - one side of the table wears their right sleeve rolled up, the other side wears their left rolled up, and those in the middle blur between both rolled up and neither. The lefties appear to be chattering loudly and rapidly consuming jam and sherbert powder. The right-sleeve party are looking on at this behaviour disapprovingly. Those in the middle look like they couldn’t give less of a fuck if they tried, simply sitting there eating donuts and occasionally shouting, “NOT OUR DIVISION”.

“Your lot are over there,” says Cassie, “well, mostly.”

“Mostly?”

“A heap of them are in solitary confinement for graffiti-ing prison property, and some are in the hospital wing for emotional distress.”

“I see.” I look over the crowd again, this time spotting a telltale flash of blue peeking out from beneath a prisoner’s sleeve. The table they sit on is large and fully occupied, but quiet and subdued, with some talking here and there. Suddenly a fierce debate starts up out of nowhere, and the words “Rose”, “River”, “Mary Sue”, and “OTP” seem to come up a lot.

“Ugh, another shipping battle,” says Cassie with a roll of her eyes. She has produced another hamburger from thin air and her mouth is stuffed with it. “A couple of girls of my lot got done for confinement over Wincest vs Destiel yesterday. It’s always happening. Especially with that lot, they’ve got little else to talk about at the moment.” She swallows her mouthful of hamburger then, adding hastily, “not to say anything against them. I know you guys are practically family.”

“It’s fine. Where does everyone else sit?”

“Well -“

“Actually, no, may I …?”

Cassie grins again, “be my guest.”

I sit up straighter, hands steepled beneath my chin, and observe the crowd.

“Over there, table at three o’clock. Smudged makeup, tear tracks, pumpkin juice on the table, girl holding knife like wand, patches of colour on uniforms - discreet but sorting them into groups, yellow, blue, green, red - Dark Mark on boy three seats down; obviously the Harry Potter fandom.”

“Good,” Cassie nods through another mouthful of hamburger.

“Table at nine o’clock. Small horns, cursing of Andrew Hussie, praise of Andrew Hussie; Homestuck fandom.”

“Correct.”

“Table at far right. Copious amounts of glitter, significantly better applied makeup and more fashion conscious than most people in this room, many shipwars taking place but mostly being drowned out by group sing-a-long’s - also they were dancing on the table when I came in, hardly a difficult leap; Glee fandom.”

“Of course.”

“Now, the table behind us. No markings, completely plain, barely touched uniform. Might make it tricky, instead makes it obvious. No one should look that pleased to be forced into wearing an orange jumpsuit. Misfits fandom.”

“Good one!”

“And right at the back on the left, huddled away. Some glaring at the Harry Potter fandom. Separated into shipping teams. Team Edward and Team Jacob shirts visible underneath uniforms, dead give-away. Twilight Fandom.”

“Okay, how about them over there,” says Cassie, pointing over to another table.

“Please, that’s child’s play. I can hear them shouting ‘Brolin’ from here. Merlin fandom.”

“And them?”

“Happy looking fandom, talking excitedly, ‘December 2012’ written on the inside of that boy’s wrist, plus the rings on the chain around that girl’s neck and the fake elf ears; Tolkien fandom.”

“You’re not bad,” says Cassie, finishing off her hamburger.

“I’m an expert. We all are.”

Cassie nods and leans back on her hand, looking me over.

“And what did they get you in for, Sher?”

I swallow, looking down at my cream tea determinedly and willing myself not to cry.

“I …”

She puts her hand on my shoulder gently.

“You need to get it out.”

“I … I downloaded -” my voice breaks, and I swallow hard again before breathlessly forcing out the rest of the sentence, “I downloaded The Reichenbach Fall.”

What…what if you’re in like 5 of those fandoms? Do you have to pick? Or do you go by tumblr name cause…I’m definitely an HP fandom then…

ALL GRYFFS THIS WAY AND STAY AWAY FROM THOSE GODDAMN SNAKES! lol