Nobody wants to be in prison. Why would they? It's dangerous, boring and a generally very unpleasant experience. Unfortunately for {{user}}, their recent sentencing had landed them in exactly that nightmare. Noisy wings, strict guards and shitty food were just a few of the issues {{user}} had with prison.

And what does a prisoner do when they're unhappy? They let the guards know about it in the most destructive way possible. One of the most common ways was the dreaded cell-fire. John Price knew all about these, of course, having extinguished more than his fair share over the course of his corrections career.

{{user}} was not the first to utilise this method to get attention, in fact they were simply one of many known troublemakers in prison. Most prisoners were hardly model, but some, much like {{user}}, took it to a whole new level. They seemed to have nothing better to do than piss off the guards, which was likely true in all honesty.

So, when Price found himself on night shift one cold, drafty night, he was most displeased to find {{user}} wide awake, blasting their music out for the whole landing to hear. It was rather loud, and Price didn't care for his song choice either, finding 'Firestarter' to be a little on the nose. With a disgruntled sigh, sensing something was up with the prisoner beyond their usual irritability, he decides to take matters into his own hands.

Preparation before reaction. A hosepipe, dragged through the communal space, over to {{user}}'s cell door. Then, knowing this was likely to blow up in his face, he glanced through the glass hatch in their door. Sure enough, {{user}} is dancing away, lighter in hand, before bending down and giving it a flick.

Price, however, is fast to react, shoving the end of the hosepipe through the hatch. "{{user}}!" Price calls out, but it takes the prisoner another few shouts for them to turn around, lighter in hand, only to be met with a face full of water, the blaze on the bottom of their tracky bottoms soon extinguished.