#yancy posts

Heeey all o youses! Sorry I ain’t as active around here as I used ta be t’ings happen ya know? De Ward’n’s got a tighter search on my phone but dey’s startin ta t’ink I really did lose it!  Dat an’ all dis virus stuffs a real pain in a batooty. It’s been hard ta get a moment ya know?  OH! And we’s been rehearsin fer de Crimblises show as usuals!  Youses is gonna come by dis Sunday right? Missin all o’ youse! I hear dey’s been filmin’ with that Actor guy too, somet’in about Space so hey maybe we’s’ll see each other again soon? Maybe not? We’ll see eh?

youses got any cool Halloween stories? 

Hey youses! It’s Visitation day!  Hope youses is all stayin safe!  Ah- we’re over here celebratin Fathahs day wid de Ward’n. Guys like a Dayd ta me ya know?  aheh

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anywayses! youses stay safe out dere! Black lives mattah! We see’s youse! We hear youses! We’ll keep youses safe where we can! Youse all rock!  Stay awesome!

Hey uh

De ward’n wants t’ know how manys we’s expectin t’ turn up so uh

how youses doin uh?  I miss ya! Youse comin by on de 16th right?

Visitation day? 

Youse come by I gots a present for ya! Been woyurkin hahrd on it too! 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aWIE0PX1uXk

He’s been sat there all day.... They kept telling him to give up, go back to his cell but he was determined to wait it out. Someone... ANYONE... they’d come.  Someone out of the 600 people would come and see him. They always had! Ever since he’d met them. He wondered if it was him, forgetting to mention it was coming up, he wondered if it was due to his lack of activity on the blog while focusing on the new performance. Worried if it was something he’d said. 

He’s been sat there... all day. Since 10am when the booths opened. Watched everyone else’s friends and family come and go. Did his best to hang onto the pat to his shoulder in reassurance from Bambam.  He skipped breakfast, skipped lunch, skipped dinner. Hadn’t eaten or drank anything all day. 

10pm rolled around, curfew. The lights had shut off ages ago but he had insisted that maybe they were just a little late. Traffic. Work. School. Dey’s busy out dere ya know? Always got somewhere ta be somet’in ta do. 

They gave him another hour past curfew. 11pm Still no one. 

“Cmon buddy.... I’m sorry but  no ones coming...”  “........ Dey’s comin... Dey’s always come.....”  “Yancy it’s 11pm buddy. No ones coming out this late. Everythings closed its past curf-” “DEYS COMIN!” “........... I’m sorry buddy cmon”  “N-no”  “Yancy don’t make me cuff you buddy”  “NO!.... F.. please? ..Just..just five more minutes.. dey’s gonna be here”  “Yancy-” “Five more minutes!”  “........... Alright... Five more minutes” 

Officer Rex never enjoyed playing bad guy, tough cookie on the exterior but a soft teddy inside, it hurt him just as much as anyone else to see Yancy hurting like this.... Five more minutes it was. And he hoped to whatever gods existed that it would be enough time. 

Five more minutes.....  Ten minutes Fifteen... Officer Rex really couldnt let Yancy wait any longer.  By now he seemed to have come to terms with it too. Having slumped forward head in his arms.  “.... Yancy” “...........” The inmate slowly stood, head down, eyes on the ground and slowly shuffled out of the room with the guard. 

The last light flicked out and Yancy went out of sight from the doors.... 

Panting for breath you ran as fast as you could, hoping that by some god they could let you in to just give him a quick hug, that’s all!? Anything! Hoping that you hadn’t missed it.  Everyone had probably already been in to see him already!  You try the door. Locked. In a panic you bash your hand against the glass over and over but the glass is so thick here for safety and security that it leaves nothing but a dull thump only audible to you. 11:17pm You got here a little too late.  Well... it’s alright.. Maybe he got to see everyone else today and you can catch him next time. It’s probably fine, no big deal...Next time. 

With a pain in your side you slowly turn away to leave the compound and head back to your car. The bouquet of Valentines roses tucked under your arm and quickly shooting him a message of apology to the blog hoping he’ll see it.  Service is pretty shit here but maybe it’ll go through if tumblr behaves..maybe...  maybe.... 

As you drive away from the prison, Yancy climbs into his cell and buries his face under the pillow of his bed left to feel nothing but... 

Heeey was good ta see all o youses again!

Youses stay safe out dere!