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Matthew Inkov

"Animals. That's all we are now. At least before we had a choice."

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a character in “Operation Incarceration: Leave Em' To Rot”, as played by SkyKawaiiKawaii

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Matthew Inkov aka Matt/Matty/Flare(due to his explosive temper)

-male, brown hair, freckles, hazel eyes, white, semi-muscular, strong, tribal tattoos along his right arm and 5150 on his knuckles

-middle class, shoplifting, theft, battery, aggravated assault

-impulsive, rude, bad temper, in denial about being trapped on the island, Boston accent

-middle class role, somewhat respected

-Grew up in Boston, struggling to provide for his family. He has reoccurring nightmares about his mother screaming and his siblings watching as the officer drags

him from his home. Threw up most of the ride there, losing some respect from the higher class criminals, but not all.

So begins...

Matthew Inkov's Story

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Rick busted into the cafeteria. Pain writhed through him, which was unusual. He must have been hurt bad. He saw there was a man appearing to be having a fit. Rick yelled
“Shut the hell up.”
And continued on walking in, looking for any trace of a cafeteria worker or a meal.

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After the bloody display in the yard Cordelia walked in the direction of the Cafeteria right on the tails of another inmate who she noted looked a little less harmless than most of Orphanos population, and she was thankful for it. Finding someone sane was immediately a priority after she spent the boat ride there sizing everyone up, the prospects were grim.

The two walked through sterile halls and through the double doors into the Cafeteria to find it completely void of staff or anyone at all. The girl was infinitely disappointed that she couldn't smell even the slightest trace of cooking. There was nothing she wanted more in the world (other than being released from Orphanos) than a plate of flapjacks and maple syrup.

"Ay, any grub!" The man yelled, expectantly waiting for a reply but none came. Soon enough his attention was diverted to a note taped to the freezer. Cordelia could barely make out the words he mumbled as he read the note but a few were perfectly audibly. Make due. Everything went dead silent for a beat. Those fucking bastards... Delia thought as she clenched her fists in a mixture of bubbling rage and disbelief... This can't be right.

The brunette man screamed in a fit of rage as he pushed his hands across the counter sending pots and pans flying in every direction.

"Shut the hell up!" A man hollered as he entered the mess hall; it was the ruthless greasy haired inmate from earlier.

"Heh, a bit hypocritical don't you think?" Delia mumbled sarcastically as she thought back to the terrible row he'd caused not to long ago. Can't take the heat? Stay out of the kitchen.

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I'm not letting you fuck this up to! Rick said in his mind as the nicer Rick took over, fighting all the way.

"NO NO NO!" Rick yelled in his gruff voice, as he changed.

"Ugh wow... Hey guys whats up, whats the situation on the food." Rick said in a much younger and kinder voice as he stepped forward, side writhing in pain.

"Ah..."

The nicer Rick thought to himself Yes finally! I have taken control! as the other evil Rick added MOTHER FUCKER NOT FOR LONG! AHhhh!

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What the hell is wrong with this guy? Delia thought as the bloodied man instantaneously changed his demeanor; taking a step forward, now asking what was going on with the food situation. Delia took a wary step back, she didn't trust him in the slightest.

"Not much. We're on our own, but I'm sure that won't be any problem for you though." Delia said alluding to the fight. It was pretty apparent he wasn't trying to make friends. It seemed his strategy was to be feared, she found it weak. She watched as he contorted his body in pain at the injuries he'd withstood. She couldn't find it in her to offer him help, not after what he did to those men; even if they did deserve it.

"What's your names..." She asked, curiously. What she was itching to ask was why they got thrown onto the island, but she knew that that was a taboo question ask. But there was nothing Delia loved more than a good secret, she'd collected a lot of them over the years in her line of work.

(Post if you want, if you think this is not sufficient let me know and I'll work on it! :] Thanks.)

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"Ricks my name." he said as he limped over to the rest of them.

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"What...in the fuck?" Matthew seethed. His mood was lethal.
Suddenly there were people everywhere, shouting. Asking questions. Bothering him in general.
He squeezed his fists together tightly, like his brother used to show him.
Count to ten, he'd say in his best shrink voice, in his best shrink suit. Looking down on the rest of the family, with his 'better than thou' tone and shitty advice.
He missed him. Which only made him more irritable.
"Matthew," He said. He looked the girl up and down. She was tatted, like him. Cute, he thought. She'll have trouble around here, looking like that. As for the other guy, he had no patience for him at the moment. His blood was boiling as it is.
"There's no fuckin' food," He shook his head. "There must be crops or somethin'," He said hopefully. Anything would do.
Just then the rest of the prisoners were drearily filing in, looking around and talking loudly to each other.
He was not going to stick around and be the bearer of bad news.
He walked past the others swiftly, his working boots scuffing the linoleum.
The night was falling fast, and apparently the food situation would have to wait.
There were boundaries to be made.
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The lower and middle white supremacists took the east wing of this particular building, most of the black middle class in the west, the middle just-plain-whites took the area nearest to the doors(Matthew's area), and varies races of hardcore thugs took the cafeteria, dragging beds by their frames, the metal scraping waking him up every so often.
"What's wrong with the rooms?" He asked his friend James, who he had known from Boston.
He shrugged his shoulders, his tattoos flexing, "Cafeteria's bigger. I don't fuckin' know. Just have to be with the gang, ya know? Me, personally, would rather be in the female's building," He laughed, lifting up his bed.
"You be good now, ya hear, Matty?" He said, ruffling his hair. "I'll look out for you, just like I told your momma I would."
"Thanks bruh," He said sadly.
Matthew fell asleep sprawled on top of the thin, cheap blanket that came on the bed.
His dreams were of his family and homemade chicken Alfredo.

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"I'm Cordelia, Delia for short." The girl said as she looked around at the steady stream of inmates filing in. She spotted a few of her clients in the mix, and one of the girls she'd worked with.

The men replied; One went by Matthew, the other, Rick. Cordelia watched as the guy by the name of Matthew gave her an appraising glance. Typical... she thought. She was jaded to all the looks and cat calls, it came with the territory and the best she could do was to use it to her favor.

Soon enough inmates started flocking into the mess hall in search of food. There was sure to be an uproar when they discovered that they were being pretty much left to starve.

"Well, that's my cue to leave. It was nice meeting you." Cordelia said as she sauntered out of the room, her long brown hair swaying as she went. It was getting dark, and sleep was Delia's number one priority at this moment. In the female building the dorms were already at max capacity; women brought spare mattresses in the corridors and were packed together like sardines in a can.

"There is no way in hell..." Cordelia spoke as she looked around at the cramped space and cringed at the intolerable din.

"May!" Delia heard a girl call from behind her.

"Chris!" Cordelia said with a smile as she did a 180. A girl with half blonde and black hair, hazel eyes and a freckled complexion sat in a spacious storage room that was comfortably filled with cots, blankets and a few other women who Delia knew from back in New York.

"We saved you a cot." She said with a smile.