Leprechaun

"I was hiding from the police. They were looking for me everywhere. I put on my military clothes and was standing by a tree right on the main street. They kept walking by and didn't even notice me!" Troll was telling me about his evasive maneuvers, trying to outwit the police. I was letting him talk my ear off and wind down. He had a rough week! SWAT came in 4 nights ago and sprayed him with OC pepper spray. He was disoriented and didn't understand their command to cuff up...so he didn't comply. They rushed in on him and tackled him to the ground. He bounced off the back desk went limp. He told me that he was sick of the infirmary and wanted to say 'Hi' to SWAT. It had been a while. You need to read back and remember my description of Troll in my first entry about him. You will laugh to learn what I overheard in a conversation between Troll and Skittles. (You will have to ask me about Skittles in person. The information is too disturbing for print.) Troll said that on the streets they call him 'Leprechaun'. I would love to see his spelling of the word!

Well, tonight, a certain officer was fueling the entire section number 2, consisting of 12 inmates. Troll was the main focus. He was mad at the 'unfair treatment' directed at him by the officers and inmates. The other inmates in the section were egging him on to do something about it. They began making plans, telling everyone to cover their windows and break their sprinklers. Troll was still on strip status (he had nothing in his cell, not even a mattress). He had one of the inmates 'fish' him some toilet paper. They make fishing line from ripped sheets. They feed it out the cracks around their doors. They tie a weight, usually folded paper or envelopes, and then they fling it until they get lucky enough that it lands in a reachable position for another inmate to grab. It is quite impressive that they can actually pass stuff this way, especially considering they can't see what they are doing! So, Troll got his stubby hands on some toilet paper. He moistened it and stuck it to his window so that when we opened his window, we could not see him. This is a direct violation of policy. We ordered him to remove it. He refused. At this same time, his neighbor covered his cell window. Others in the section were making noise and trying to distract the officers. My Sergeant sent me out of the building to sneak up to their back windows and report. Troll was yelling and banging at his door. He didn't notice me at his back window. I reported that he had his 'fishing line' around his neck, thinking about another hanging episode. His neighbor had covered his back window as well. I was about to call that in when an inmate on the upper level, Skittles, broke his fire sprinkler. The sound was obvious. The section began to flood. I ran around to the entrance of the building. Skittles began freaking out, yelling that the water was too cold and he was hyperventilating. He immediately complied to cuff up. We escorted him to a holding cell. Troll's neighbor was next. We threatened to spray him with OC pepper spray. He said it was not allowed for him because of his asthma. We said we would spray anyway. He cuffed up. Troll's turn.
Remember, he is an attention seeker. Well, an officer from another building happened to be at Troll's window. "Hey, its me, Officer X." Troll recognized the name. He pulled back a small piece of the window cover so he could see. "Ah! Officer X! How are you? How are things over in your building?", Troll asked excitedly. "What was that? Say again! I can't hear you! Why don't you cuff up so we can catch up?" Troll complied.
We escorted him to a holding cell. When we had a camera cell in the dreaded section 4 ready, we extracted Troll for the move. All three trouble makers would be going to the same section on strip status. We mentioned to Troll that we would get him a clean smock. We put him in his new home and he began freaking out. He banged his head on the door multiple times. He pounded his fist. We opened his window to see the damage. He had blood streaming down his forehead. We told him to cuff up so medical could treat his wound. He would comply only if we gave him back his same smelly smock. Ok.
All 3 are now trying to sleep on a hard concrete floor. The light is on in the cell and section. They have a smock to cover themselves, nothing more. There is a camera showing their every move. No, we don't turn it off when they have to use their toilet. I wonder if that will be enough attention to last our 'Leprechaun' a few more days?