Re: Prison Rules Bitch!: The Sister Prison IC

[Reapergod36]

The much requested return, of this rp. A demonstration of the need for a bit of chaos with structure.



The prisoners are located in the showers, most, if any have recovered from illnesses gained from being beyond the sister prison. Feel free to RP.

Guards are in the cafeteria awaiting briefing.

[Reapergod36]

Chrissy leaned forward, her hand against the white porcelain tiles of the shower walls aided to do this. The entirety of the room was a bunch of shower heads and a couple drains in the floor for water. Guards were outside and a few cameras watched inside the showers, but mostly the condensation from the steam clogged up the lens. Anything could happen, but someone could tell. But then they'd be a snitch, and probably not live long.


Chrissy was naked, and was just happy to be in the showers finally. Her face didn't show it as she grimaced like the water was burning her and she was stomaching the pain. Her teeth gritted as she felt filth wash off over her tall, muscled, body.

[thealchemist]

Rachel sighed and relaxed under the spray of water. Samantha finally broke free from her illness and went back to her normal bossy self. Of course, she never said thank you, but whatever. At least now she had no worries. Tilting her head down, Rachel made a small smile. Well almost. She still had one worry and it would be a permenant one. The fear of discovery was always and will always be there, but for now, Rachel was safe. Standing in the corner of the showers, with her front to the wall, she was safe from someone seeing the shame that hung down between her legs.

[Reapergod36]

(With all do respect Thaedel, OOC is for OOC. Of which I made before anyone else posted)

[Angel_Slayer_Alcatraz]

Hideyoshi sat alone in the cafetiria...it sucks that he was wearing his sisters uniform
At least no one was bothering him...

[Thaedael]

(With all due respect Reaper, I deleted it before you even made that post, was bringing to his attention your OOC thread which no one read.)

Alicia sat in the cramped quarters of the psychologist's office, her own little slice of this miserable dump known as a prison. However between the full-time work that the prison had to offer, it's benefits, as well as the governmental grants that kept her researching going it could be much worse. Scattered around her desk were the various folders of inmates scattered about, her daily chore of trying to get into the minds of criminals in a prison setting keeping her as occupied as ever. She let out a long sigh, her breath escaping between pursed lips as she leaned back in her high-back swivel chair. She kicked both feet up onto the desk and stared up at the ceiling fan swiveling about it's orbit lazily above.

She didn't know what it was about other people that made her think so much, maybe it was through her always inquisitive nature that such a profession would be very much trying to get into the head of others. Maybe it was genuinely a care for other people beyond herself. Regardless of whatever motives that may have easily guided her to do such a profession, the money certainly put the food on the table and paid down the considerable debt the degree had cost her. At least this way she wouldn't have to worry too much about everything.

She pulled her feet from her desk, suddenly aware at how much she was slacking. Taking another sip from her dark coffee, she continued to glance over the files, looking at the various reasons the girls had happened to commit to arrive at such a facility. With such a large roster of criminals in one place, it was only a matter of time before she would be called into duty again. "No rest for the wicked" she said aloud to herself. She stood up from her seat, straightening out the folds of her short dress skirt, and walked through the door of the office, dodging filing boxes full of folders as she went.

[thealchemist]

Rachel, finishing her shower, looked nervously around to see if anybody was looking. Satisfied that there wasn't, Rachel quickly left the room. Covering her crotch with one hand and dressing herself with the other. Rachel was once again clad in this horrid orange jumpsuit that she was forced to wear. Leaving the locker room, Rachel began to wonder the prisons halls.

[Angel_Slayer_Alcatraz]

Hideyoshi sighs as he angrily finds nothing to do and decides to wander as well
He soon gets bored and tired so he falls asleep in a hall
"ugh who woulda thought prison would be so boring...."
He said as he dozed off

[Thaedael]

The girl walked under armed escort through the corridors of the high security prison, the cells were stacked as tall as they were long. Her high heels made a simple clicking noise as they continued the walk down the corridor, the various inmates whistling at her, among other vulgar forms of approval. She was walking towards the cell of a woman named Rachel, whom as of late has been reported as paranoid to the others around her as well as depressed. It was a bit better than the average case she dealt with, people trying to con her into giving them false prescriptions, others wanting to just lounge on her recliner, or worse of all, her actual research into the cruel behavior that grips certain alpha females in the group. They continued to walk down to the corridor, their progress made faster by the majority of the guards watching the showers.

[Angel_Slayer_Alcatraz]

In the hall to the showers Alicia would fin Hideyoshi sleeping against the wall

[thealchemist]

Growing tired of her endless haunting of the halls, Rachel walked to her cell. As she stopped in front of her cell, the whistling started. Thinking it was her they were whistling at, Rachel turned to find whistle and tell them that she was taken, but then she remembered. Samantha wasn't here anymore. Samanthas absense had left a hole in Rachels heart. As Rachel started to reminence, the clicking of heels snapped Rachel out of her nostalgia. "Can I help you?" She snapped before realizing it and tried again in a nicer tone. "Can I help you?" Rachel asked while turning to face the beauty that towered over her.

[Thaedael]

She stopped outside of Rachel's cell, her escort on either side of her as she beheld the lady in front of her. Behind Rachel were the escort of her own, dismissed by a wave of a hand from the psychiatrist. "Don't worry boys, get back to the showers" she said. The two nodded in apprehension, before making their way back to the showers. She looked to Rachel, speaking once more, "Nope, it's my job to help you, apparently some of the guards noticed your behavior and called me to take a look" she said. "Now if you would come with me." she promptly stated. The two armed men that had walked with her grabbed Rachel by either wrist, leading them through the hollering of the other inmates as they made their way to the psychiatric ward.

The harsh concrete walls slowly begun to give way to the simple white tiles of the psychiatric ward, the sterile and clean environment just as every bit un-inviting and off-setting as the rest of the prison. Alicia swung through the hinged double doors, their creaking form giving way to the smaller lobby that was bounded on all sides by padded rooms, counselling rooms, her office, and that of a simple filing room complete with a heavier lady acting as secretary at the desk. The two guards forced her in through one of the doors, a simple room with white tiling on all sides creeping halfway up the wall, before giving way to the drab concrete form that presented itself through-out the prison. In the center of the room was a simple metal table with two metal benches attached to it.

The guards forced Rachel to sit on the bench, cuffing her legs to the bench, and her arms together, before nodding to the psychiatrist and leaving the room. Alicia walked around the room a few times, adjusting the lights and opening the blinds to the room a little more, that light from outside casting a reflective sheen across the surface of the table. She straightened her skirt, before lifting one leg over the bench to take her seat, and promptly sat across from Rachel.

"Now that the formalities are done, feel free to talk" she said. She pulled out a digital recorder, flipping the switch to on as it begun to record. Fumbling with the pack of cigarettes, she pulled one from within, placing it between her lips and begun to spark at her lighter while she waited. "You can start with your name" she mumbled through pursed lips as she continued to fumble at the lighter before being reward with a small flicker of a flame. Content she tossed the lighter to the side of the pack, and took a deep inhale of the smoke, before puffing it up and above her head. "Unlike the rest of the people in this prison, I don't bite"

[Reapergod36]

The prisoners were not let go until everyone was done showering. Then they were all released back to their cells. Now that everyone was back in their cells. The warden followed the shrink back to her office. She would open the door, "I don't remember requesting a shrink." The warden said in her aviators and long black boots. Other than that, it was standard guard wear. If not a bit over sexualized.

[Reapergod36]

Chrissy walked outside and put on her uniform. She has heard the prison had a new therapist. Strangely, she was looking forward to talking with the therapist. Maybe she could get to the heart of why she fights with people so much. She sat on her bunk, with the cell door open. The guards let her have her cell door open, so long as she stayed seated or laid down. She had earned that privilege.

[thealchemist]

Rachel looked at the pyschiatrist confused. "My behaivor? What are yo- Hey let go of me!" She cried out, struggling against the guards before calming down. Pulling her hands out of the guards grip, Rachel followed the shrink. As Rachel was locked into the chair, she squinted as the harsh sunlight was allowed in. "My name is Rachel, and can you please tell me why I'm here?"

[Thaedael]

(Fuck it, makes a fuss about using ooc, doesn't use ooc, and responds to all his other RPs)

"It is a combination of two things really, so it's only natural that you ended up in this room across the table from me." she puffed on her cigarette once more, before blowing the smoke up and into the fan rotating lazily above the room. "My name is Alicia Cunningham, and I am the prison's psychiatrist. A combination of genuine care and a governmental grant is what places you here, in this room with me, and it is about your problems we will talk. You do have problems, don't you?" she stated in a non confrontational manner, allowing the lull in her voice to overcome any of the awkwardness in the situation.

"No one likes being cuffed down, it's just procedure, so talk. Why have you been so withdrawn and paranoid lately, seems the guards have taken notice of you?"

[thealchemist]

Alice Cunningham... now Rachel knew her name. As if that helps anything. "I'm afraid I don't understand the question. What do you mean by paranoid?" Rachel asked innocently. Withdrawn... yes Rachel was definetly withdrew from the other inmates, but only during the showers and physical activity. If she participated... well something would have risen up and Rachel would be embarressed until death or freedom. Then again, in hindsight, Rachel was also withdrawn when she began to reminence about her life. Mostly of her time in Samanthas care, arguing with herself if she made the right choices.

[Thaedael]

She tapped at the cigarette laying nestled between two fingers, the ring catching on the yellow filter of the smoke. She already suspected some of the mental issues the girl had, after all she had been the bitch of the top girl in the prison before her time was finally up. Perhaps now that the protection was gone, or perhaps Stockholm syndrome kicking in, she acted differently from the sweet girl the guards had reported her to be. The guards had noticed her being more recluse in nature. She seemed to always look over her shoulder, preferring to be detached and away from the rest of the prisoners.

"You and I both know what I am talking about." she stated flatly, trying to coerce the information from the girl. "You look over your shoulder through-out the day, you stay away from the others, and refuse to make contact. So what's on your mind, talk, it's my job to listen after all."

[Lady Foxy]

Mia had held herself in all of her nudity as the sound of multiple showers releasing water onto the tiled floor filled the rooms. She felt weak, scared and alone. Never in her right mind would she had imagined being in such scenario, lacking the warmth of her Father's arms and the love of his caring gaze. But she had been taken away from him, to be hidden while he was left with nothing. Their fortune, their home.. It was all gone from the both of them, or so she thought, not knowing very much from him since she had been put into such dangerous prison.

She hadn't done anything to be worthy of living under such conditions. But who could argue when the authority was controlled by men with power, controlling them as mere puppets? It was a cruel world, she had realized. The safe boundaries of the home her Father had kept her in had always given her safety. All of what he had done to keep her safe and to have the best opportunities in life, only to be taken away by cruel, heartless men.

Her orange suit stuck close to her body, offering her shame and warmth, if she could even call it warmth. The young girl's crimson eyes looked at the path in front of her, wandering aimlessly along the prison as she was put into her 'special' cell. It was clean, well-kept but lonely. High security could be seen in every corner of it, intended to keep her safe from any rescue attempts as the personnel of the prison were informed. Were she to escape from their grasp, an ill fate would fall upon them, her and her Father. Mia simply sat on the comfy bed offered to her. Was such furniture.. An attempt to mock the girl's trauma and her weak state?

[thealchemist]

Rachel lifted her eyebrows in surprise and began to think back on it. Sure, she was reclusive, but what did you expect when the person you loved disappears? Rachel could only really think of two good reasons why she was reclusive and only one she was willing to share. "Well, I didn't know about the whole looking over my shoulder thing, but I know about me being reclusive." Rachel said, clearing her throat before continuing. "You see, a while back I used to be the... bitch of the top lady in the prison. As I, basically slaved underneath that woman, I fell in love with her. I tried to at first dismiss my love as lust, but over time I accepted it. I tried to tell her how I felt, but she became ill. With my feelings for escalating during this time, I managed to, somewhat, confess my love. However she never said anything back." Rache paused there to allow herself a sad smile as she tried to hold the tears back. "As most sicknesses go, she eventually beated it and as soon as that happened she was released. No chance for a goodbye neither an answer."