[✔] || Love Behind Bars || Mobius & Snow

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[✔] || Love Behind Bars || Mobius & Snow

Postby Snow » Sun Jan 01, 2017 8:49 am

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This one x one is between Mobius and myself.
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Re: || Love Behind Bars || Tristan

Postby Snow » Sun Jan 01, 2017 9:24 am

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Name: [ Tristan Philip Romer ]
Age: [ 23 ]
Height & Weight: [ 6'2 210 ]
Hair & Eye Color: [ Brown blue ]
Characteristics: [ Calm, reserved, cheerful, caring ]
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{. Mobius' Minion

Postby Mobius » Mon Jan 02, 2017 5:26 am

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" The Queen of the Black Market "


Full Name :: Marley Amalia Oaken
Nicknames :: Mar, Mo (prefers Mo)
Age :: 21
Gender :: Female
Appearance ::
Marley is a somewhat tall young woman with long legs. Her pale skin is marked by one tattoo, a flying bird on her right wrist. As far as piercings go, her belly button is pierced as well as her ears, the latter in multiple places. Hair doesn't come any straighter than her long, midnight black locks. Her hazel eyes tend to reveal her emotions to the world, but not always. She is the type of person who could eat and eat and eat and barely put on a pound.
History ::
Marley's parents owned a small restaurant and the family lived on the second floor of the building. Nothing out of the ordinary happened until she turned fifteen. That was when disaster struck and her life was changed forever. A fire started in the restaurant in the middle of the night. The end result was the Oakens lost everything. They lost their business, their possessions, everything. Rather than handling things in the right way, her father made the decision that they were going to steal what they needed. He was a prideful man, you see, and he refused charity and help. Life on the streets was very different. She had no choice but to assist her parents in swiping whatever it was they needed and it felt like they were always on the move. Greed started to cloud her parents' minds and they started going after things that they could sell in hopes of eventually building their life back. They quickly made a name for themselves. When the police finally managed to arrest her parents, she was only a few days from turning eighteen. She managed to escape and was left on her own. Since she was just as wanted as her parents were, she couldn't try to do things the honest way. Instead, she slipped further and further into a thieving life, making a name for herself in the black market. So much so that she was dubbed the Queen of the Black Market. At the age of just turned twenty-one, she attempted to steal a file from the police barracks for a high profile client who offered her a way out of the country and enough cash to start a new life in another place. Key word in that last sentence was attempted. She was caught in the act and now she is headed off to prison, the one place in the world that she never wanted to end up at.
Other :: She is terribly allergic to nuts, especially peanuts.
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Re: || Love Behind Bars || Mobius & Snow

Postby Mobius » Tue Jan 10, 2017 7:45 am

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Prison. The one place Marley wanted to avoid at all costs was prison. It was now the place that she was going to be calling home for a while. What a horrible turn of events for the young woman who was really making a name for herself on the wrong side of the law. Known as the "Queen of the Black Market", she blew her parents right out of the water as far as what she was capable of doing and what she had accomplished in her criminal career of thievery. Always one step ahead of the cops, she was a favorite choice of those looking to hire a thief. It was one a job from a client that brought her to the end of her so called career. While she had a lot of green dough to her name, she couldn't find a way to get out of the country with a good chance of success, believe it or not. This particular client offered her a way out of the country as well as enough money and the means to start a new life someplace else. In return, she had to steal a file that he wanted from the police barracks. Looking back, she realized how suicidal the job really was, but at the time the offer was one of those that she just couldn't refuse. Everything had been going great until an officer stumbled upon her as she was searching for the file. The events after that moment were pretty much a blur to her. Typically, she could recall details like they were happening in real time before her, but the details of what took place after she was discovered were just a blur. Even though she had practically walked into the hands of the police, she still couldn't believe that she was now going to be behind bars like her parents. Thankfully they weren't in the same prison as her. She dodged that bullet, at least. The news loved it. They loved to say that the infamous Marley Oaken had finally been arrested, had finally been brought to justice. And put in an orange jumpsuit, she thought with an almost silent sigh as she glanced down at the ugly thing she now had to wear. Not that she was a fashionista or anything, but orange simply wasn't her color in her opinion. It was too late for her to do anything about it now.

Two prison guards were on either side of Marley, holding on to her upper arms with a determined grip. Something told her she wouldn't be able to slip out of it even if she wanted to try. At this point, she had given up on the idea of getting out of this new life of hers. So much so that she wasn't even trying to pull her arms free. She was simply walking along, head down slightly. A frustrated look covered her face. The frustration was aimed purely at herself. How could she let this happen? There had to have been something that she could have done to keep herself from getting caught. It didn't matter now, though. Things were done and over with. If the guards or anybody else around were saying anything, she didn't notice. All she could hear was her thoughts and the sound of her shoes on the hard floor. Suddenly, the two guards stopped, which meant that she had to stop, too. A guard said something about them arriving at their destination, but she didn't register the words. This time the reason was she looked over from the place she was setting her feet and caught sight of her cell. It was empty. No cellmate. That would have been a relief if she could've stopped focusing on the fact that she was staring at her cell and that her run was officially over. She had been caught. Her heart had started to pound rapidly in her chest and her breaths started to come in quicker. The guards started to pull her towards it and that was when she snapped. "No! No!" she yelled. To be honest, she looked a lot like a terrified animal, her eyes wide and filled with fear. It wasn't anger or hate or anything like that. It was fear. She was scared, terrified. This was her nightmare and it was coming true. "No!"
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Postby Snow » Tue Jan 10, 2017 8:39 am

        Tristan ran his fingers down his face, rubbing against his cheeks, feeling the rough stubble there. While his work had no particular area of dress code when it came to shaving, the male preferred to keep just a bit of stubble rather than a beard. It was much easier to maintain than the latter option. Normally Tristan worked the night shifts, but today his schedule was a bit different. They would be receiving a couple of new prisoners today. Everyone was buzzed. The entire prison had been talking about it for days. The prison would be holding the infamous "Queen of the Black Market". Tristan didn't know what to expect. He mostly took this job for the hours. It was something to get him through college. Being a prison guard wasn't his life's goal, but it paid the bills and the hours worked pretty well with the ending of his college career. He had to take off a semester here and there, but he was finally almost finished. He dressed in his uniform, laced up his shoes, grabbed his keys and headed off to work. Because of his job, Tristan had been able to afford a decent apartment while going to college. Most of his superior authority knew he didn't plan on staying around forever, and they allowed him to bring in certain college items to finish while he was on break.

        Tristan parked his car in his assigned spot and got out, bringing in a couple of books and a highlighter with him. He locked his car and pocketed his keys. The search was mandatory and didn't take long at all. Place everything in the plastic tub, take off your shoes, step across the two metal detectors, place shoes back on, pick up your things, head to the locker and clock in. Tristan had the routine memorized and it normally only took a few minutes. He clocked in and left his books in his locker for later as he began to make his rounds. Today he was assigned to Marley. Normally he would have multiple new prisoners to attend to, but today was different. It wasn't every day that they had such a well known prisoner joining their prison. It didn't take long for him to reach the unit where Marley's cell was. A couple of the prisoners made jokes as he passed by but, for the most part, they were quiet. It was a different day for everyone. Both the prisoners and the guards. As he approached the cell, he saw the two guards and heard Marley's cries. "Guys, back off. I'll take her from here," Tristan said as he approached Marley. The two didn't budge. "Go. Now.," he commanded, watching as the two shared a look before backing off. "I'm Tristan Romer, and for the next two weeks or so, it's my job to look after you. I don't know much about you, just your nickname and what got you landed into this prison. It's not so bad, as long as you stay quiet and keep to yourself. However, I do need you to go into your cell. Everything's going to be alright, I promise. It's my job. You have about half an hour to get accustomed to your cell, make your bed, and set it up how you like. The door will be closed once you are inside, and once the half hour is up, everyone has about an hour block of free time outside before dinner is served. After dinner, there's roughly two hours of activities. There's various meetings around the areas, but mostly people like to visit with friends or watch TV if they have the privilege."
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Re: || Love Behind Bars || Mobius & Snow

Postby Mobius » Thu Jan 12, 2017 11:30 am

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Showing her fear was the last thing Marley ever wanted to do. Fear would make her look weak. If she looked weak, the other inmates would consider her an easy target. If she was considered an easy target, her life would be a living hell. She had to be the predator here, not the prey. Not to mention the fact that she would never be able to live it down. The notorious Queen of the Black Market could not be heard pleading or seen shaking in her boots! Unfortunately for her, anybody able to see what was going on was also able to see how scared she looked. Being locked up in a prison cell was her worst fear. Out of all the fears she could possibly have in the world, that was her biggest fear. She was less afraid of a hitman from the Mafia coming to whack her than she was of being confined to a cell. Maybe it was the thought of her freedom being taken away, or the fact that the bars closing with her inside sealed the deal, or something else. Whatever the reason was, being locked into the cell before her was her worst nightmare. Even through all of the panicking, she knew that her nightmare was about to come true. None of her efforts would work. Really, she should just save her energy for later. If only she could flip off the panic switch. In all honesty, the effort she was putting into freeing her arms from the guards' grasp was little. Some pulling, an occasional jerk here or there. It wasn't much at all. What she was trying to do was keep her feet from moving any closer to the open cell. If she could get the two guys to back up, that would be great, too. A couple of shorts pleas, otherwise known as more no's, were thrown in there to spice things up even though they were falling on deaf ears every time. Surprisingly enough, she did manage to not get any closer. All she was doing was delaying the inevitable. Possibly, she was even making two new enemies. Surely, she was getting on their nerves at least, which couldn't be a good thing. Up to that point they were doing a good job of being stoic. As far as she could tell, anyways. Her hazel gaze was glued to the cell before her as if it and she were the only two things that existed... aside from the two men latched onto her, of course. They were hard to forget about, especially since they were the only things keeping her from getting away from the cell.

It was only when another guard approached that Marley was finally able to acknowledge something other than this newfound, panic-inducing flight instinct. For a split second, she glanced over at him when he started to speak, but quickly looked back at the cell as if it might grow teeth and attack her. Despite the sound of her heart pounding in her ears, she was able to make out what he said. He wanted the other two guards to go? Why? Not that she was stupid enough to try to run, even in this state, but wouldn't he want the extra help? And why was he trying to take over? Didn't he simply hear her cries and come over to assist his coworkers? Was her anxiety causing her brain to think of way too many questions to ponder? Apparently the guys holding onto her were wondering why he wanted them to go, too, because they didn't release her right away. The new guy spoke again, this time leaving no room for discussion. When they let go of her, Marley's body visibly relaxed some. It didn't lose all of its tension, but it lost a good amount of it. She was now in control of where she went and when she went there and it put her at ease. She had to have control, whether it be of an entire situation or just of herself. Perhaps that was why she started to freak out. While her breathing was still rapid and fear still filled her eyes, she as tightly wound as she was. With the threat of being pulled or dragged into the cell gone for the time being, she found it easy to look at the guard who was now dealing with her. To her surprise, he introduced himself. His name was Tristan, Tristan Romer. As he talked, her appearance slowly shifted to resemble more wariness than fear. The details he was giving her were quickly registered in her brain. She had quite the memory when it came to the details. Quite the memory in general, really. If she wasn't in the process of coming down from such a panicked high, she might have laughed at the idea of prison not being so bad. It was going to be bad, she was positive on that. However, the tips were appreciated because whatever she could do to make it less horrible, the better. Keeping to herself and staying quiet were things she could easily do. She was far from a social butterfly, but could try to be one if she absolutely had to. He needed her to go into her cell. That was the hard part of what he said. It was followed up by a promise that everything was going to be alright. Everything most certainly was not going to be alright. The other inmates were going to hunt her down. She was going to be creamed. Even though she hated to admit it, she appreciated the way he was going about this. He could've just given her the itinerary and shoved her in while her guard was somewhat down, but he didn't. Words were just words in the end, but he was being a lot better with her than the other two and she was thankful for it.

Sighing quietly, Marley looked back at the cell before casting her gaze downward and closing her eyes. She took a couple of deep breaths to help calm herself down to where she could actually move without shaking like it was bitterly cold in there. Whether she walked in there on her own or he forced her in there, she was going to end up in that cell. So she could either senselessly resist or she could go in with whatever she had left of her dignity. As hard as it would be, she decided that she didn't want to lose what was left of her dignity. Opening her eyes, she nodded slightly, figuring there really wasn't any words for her to say to him, and stepped forward. Right before she walked inside, she hesitated, but only for a moment. She used that moment to mentally curse herself for trying something so stupid as to steal something from literally right under the police's noses. If she hadn't done that, she wouldn't be in this mess. No, if it wasn't for her parents she wouldn't be in this mess, but as soon as that thought crossed her mind, she forced it away. She didn't need to be thinking of them right now. The moment of hesitation was quickly up and she finally went completely in, biting her lip as she awaited that dreadful sound of her being closed in.
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Postby Snow » Sun Jan 15, 2017 2:20 am

        Tristan had dealt with his fair share of prisoners. However, none of them had ever looked as nearly as scared or as frightened as Marley looked. Generally, even the worst prisoners, gloated about being in prison. Most of those here for theft or drug crimes had others who were in here. Just seeing a familiar face had to feel good in prison. Tristan had been working here for almost three years, and had seen quite a bit of friction between inmates. A lot of the guards took their jobs seriously. They just wanted to protect everyone in here, even the worst of the worst. Marley had made a name for herself out in the criminal one. A name that he was sure made many people shiver just to think about. The warden didn't want to deal with riots or issues caused by having her inside their prison walls. Tristan didn't know what would happen over the next year or so as she dealt with her sentence, but he had a bad feeling it wouldn't be too well. "Lock up on 402," he called out and stepped away from the door as it activated and began to close.

        He took his post directly outside her cell and leaned against the wall. Normally he would be pacing up and down the fourth floor. This job was different. Tristan had been assigned to watch over Marley solely for the next few weeks up until a couple of months. Every guard wanted to prevent any major conflict. No one wanted to deal with lock downs or riots. The prison normally ran smoothly. Of course every group had their issues with one another, and there were the occasional issues between races, but the prison had avoided any riots. There had been a couple of fights to break up and only two lock downs in three years, but no major conflicts between the inmates. Once the half hour was up, the cells on the first floor opened up until everyone had gone towards the cafeteria except the fourth floor. A few inmates paused to greet Tristan warmly as they walked past. "Tomorrow you will be assigned to your job. You've been given the library. It's one of the more quieter jobs around here. The warden wants to ensure that you're safe. Kitchen and laundry tend to be alright too, but sometimes the girls working aren't very welcoming. Since the library has only a couple of other girls working, it's the best possible option available. I do have two questions for you, though. Do you have any type of allergies to anything? And also, are there any medications you have to take on a regular basis? We've had some issues getting your medical records, so I was reminded to ask you."

        Tristan led her down the four flights of stairs to the first floor, then through the front doors and out of the cell units. As they walked he paused at a couple of places. He showed her where the bathrooms were, the place where extra bedding was kept, the large laundry baskets as well as the list of the days when certain things were washed, and the entertainment areas. More was around the area, but that was all he had time to show her. It only took a few minutes for them to reach the cafeteria. Most of the inmates had been fed by now, so the line to eat was almost empty.
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Re: || Love Behind Bars || Mobius & Snow

Postby Mobius » Sun Jan 15, 2017 12:29 pm

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The instant the door started to close Marley's body tensed up. The same feeling of panic as before attempted to take control again, but this time she was ready for it. This time she didn't let it win. For a minute or two, she stood in the same spot with her eyes closed, focusing on each breath as she tried her best to slowly draw them in and release them just as slowly. You're better than that episode out there, girl, she told herself,Don't let them see that. Let them see that you're still a force to be reckoned with. Despite the catastrophic failure that happened only minutes before, she was able to keep herself under complete control this time around. Aside from a few rogue shakes that unsettled her hands and arms, of course. Once she was convinced that she wouldn't suddenly lose it again, she opened her eyes and took a look around her cell. There wasn't much to take in. It was a prison cell. In actuality, it was bigger than she expected. Now that definitely didn't mean that it was spacious, but it didn't set off any claustrophobic reactions, which was good. That might not really say much, however, simply because her claustrophobia was a very mild case. The only positive that she could think of about the cell, though, was that she didn't have to share it with anybody. If it stayed that way, maybe just maybe she could handle living like this for her sentence. How anybody could ever brag about landing in jail, she would never understand. For her, it was the ultimate in humiliation. It meant that she failed, that she wasn't skilled enough to stay away from the handcuffs. The reputation she had just couldn't handle a blow like this! How would she ever live it down? Since she had her hands in plenty of illegal trade and she stole a lot of things for a lot of people, she was bound to know some of the inmates. That would just make it worse. They would probably have it out for her. No, everybody would probably have it out for her. She was fresh meat and she was an a-lister. Who wouldn't want to beat her up? To make her life a living nightmare would probably bring a rush to so many of the inmates simply because of who she was. Would she just let them to push her around? Of course not! Would she be able to stop them if they were that determined? That was a whole different question.

The fact that Tristan didn't leave was a bit annoying, but as she processed everything about this new situation Marley did her best to ignore him. Hearing the rather warm greetings he received from those she could only assume were other prisoners, she raised an eyebrow and glanced towards the bars. She didn't expect anybody to be friendly towards anyone, prisoners towards guards, vice versa and etcetera. Great, maybe everything she knew about this place was wrong and she was completely flying blind. She highly doubted it, but the thought was definitely unsettling. Tristan's voice brought her attention back towards the entrance to her cell again just as she was sitting down on the bed to see if the mattress was bad or horrible. So she would be working in the library, huh? Good. That most likely meant a lot of quiet, and hopefully a lot of peace. Two things she loved. Since she worked alone, aside from a few informants or the occasional one time thing here and there, she was used to things being just her and her thoughts. The less she had to interact with others, the better. In her opinion, they dodged a bullet by not putting her own kitchen duty. She couldn't cook to save her soul even though her parents were whizzes in the kitchen. They did own a restaurant back when, after all. Once when she tried to make something, she somehow set it on fire. That was not how the restaurant burned to the ground! That could never be pinned on her. However, she couldn't guarantee such a mistake on her part wouldn't be made again. Granted, this was prison food and it wasn't supposed to be five star quality, but it was supposed to be edible. Yes, it was a good thing she wasn't made a part of the kitchen staff. The warden wanting her to be safe confused her. She thought that the warden, and pretty much everybody else in the world that knew of her for that matter, would want to see her suffer in some way. Well, at least somebody would be looking out for her. She still wasn't convinced Tristan would be.

While Marley wasn't really up to answering questions at the moment, the two that Tristan asked her didn't bother her at all. "I'm really allergic to nuts. Peanuts especially, but they're all bad news. I could probably have a reaction just by looking at a nut," she explained somewhat quietly as she ran a hand through her shiny black locks. She loved her hair. Absolutely loved it. Never did she really style it, but she always tried her hardest to care for it as best as she could. She figured she wouldn't be able to keep it as healthy as it was in this position, sadly. She couldn't help but smirk at the fact that they had a hard time obtaining her medical records. Anything after the fire was done off the grid. She took great pride in the fact that she caused them a hard time even though it really didn't matter. "There's nothing that I have to take on a regular basis," she added. Although, it might be a good idea to have my head examined. It might explain why I tried to steal that file, she thought with a mental roll of her eyes. As she walked along with him, she took in every detail of her surroundings, her brain working quickly to take it all in for future use. Details were very valuable and very useful. She would never know when she might need to know just where that door was or where that one lightbulb was starting to die out. Her brain would map it all out in a quasi sort of photographic memory way. Her brain was one of her biggest assets. No more words came from the inmate. Instead, if she felt a show of acknowledgement was needed, she simply nodded. She was too focused on analyzing and taking in her surroundings to try to be chatty with him. When they arrived at the cafeteria, she noticed that most of the inmates had already been fed. The line wasn't very long. Maybe she could avoid trouble for now. Sighing quietly, she assumed that he had nothing more to say and walked over to take her place in line. She felt very uncomfortable and found herself running a hand through her hair again. Fooling with her hair was something she often did when she was feeling uncomfortable, awkward, or uneasy. However, she refrained from fiddling with it further. She didn't want anybody to pick up on how she felt. For her own good, she was trying to hide how she felt. Taking on a sort of neutral appearance was the best course of action, she thought. If she looked like she thought she was still in control of the world, that would just tick somebody off. If she looked like a scared little kid, that would just attract bad things. If she didn't look out of the ordinary, maybe she would be fine. So nothing out of the ordinary was how she tried to act.
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Postby Snow » Tue Jan 17, 2017 7:56 am

        Tristan listened and nodded as she explained what she was allergic to, and that she didn't need any medication on a regular basis. "Thank you. I'll led the medical ward know after my shift is over," he promised her. He was sure the kitchen would need to be notified as well. The male wasn't too sure how often nuts were even used in the kitchen. He did know though that nuts were occasionally used for special occasions, such as an inmate's birthday or a big celebration. Once they reached the cafeteria, he joined one other guard near the doors. Although he was quite hungry himself, prison food wasn't exactly something he wanted to eat. The warden had tried to get better food for them, but budget cuts made it difficult. Tristan remembered what it was like when he had first started working here. At least a fourth of the current inmate population hadn't been incarcerated yet, and everyone was fed much better meals. But with newer inmates and significant budget cuts over the past few years, changes had to be made around the prison. Some were for the better, but many were for the worst. He sighed softly and relaxed his stance. As girls started to finish up their meals, napkins and leftover food were thrown away and the plates were stacked in one container, silverware in another, and the farthest one was reserved for cups. Eventually the kitchen staff came and started to clear away the containers. One girl would take the container and another would place a new one in it's place.

        The way the kitchen and cafeteria ran in general seemed to be similar to how high school's were. It was loud and rowdy, with lots of smaller conversations coming together to just be one loud, very constant buzz. People left at their own will, as guards were in the hallways and units already. Most if not all of the inmates tended to behave themselves. The guards did their jobs, but they didn't constantly hound upon the girls. The male guards almost never entered into the bathrooms unless absolutely necessary. Although it was prison and privacy was almost non existent, almost all of the male staff chose to switch out the shower routines with the female guards. If necessary, the males would enter into the showers, but it was a pretty rare occurrence. Everyone at least had some type of decency and respect. It didn't take very long for most of the girls to leave the cafeteria, and Tristan hung around until Marley was finished with her meal. "In order to prevent the showers from being too overcrowded, the units have been divided up into certain time slots for the showers. First and second floors shower in the morning, third and fourth floors shower at night. It took quite a bit of convincing, but we were somehow able to scrape together the money to have four separate showers for whites, blacks, Hispanics, and Asians. That started to alleviate a lot of the tension around here, especially between races."

        "I'd suggest stopping by commissary after yard time. For as long as we're able to keep them stocked for new inmates, small little shower bins are kept in storage along with toiletry items. The only thing I know we run out of a lot are feminine items. So unless you're able to make comfortable friendships, stock up while you can. It's less of a hassle later on," Tristan advised while they walked back to the unit. "Do you want to change or get anything before heading outside?" he asked. He knew he needed to walk with her the first or second time they went out for free time in the yard, but after she started to get more of a feel for the area, he wouldn't have to be her constant shadow.
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Re: || Love Behind Bars || Mobius & Snow

Postby Mobius » Mon Jan 23, 2017 9:30 am

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Marley really hoped that he would get right on letting the medical ward know about her problems with nuts. While she hoped it would never happen, she wanted somebody capable of helping her to know of her allergy should she consume or even come in contact with a nut. It wouldn't be pretty either way, but it definitely wouldn't be pretty for her if nobody was prepared to stop it. She wouldn't have to worry about spending any more time behind bars if the medical ward didn't know about it. Dying wasn't the way she wanted to get out of prison, though. She hoped that somehow the people who cooked the food would also be told about her allergy. That would be an important piece of information for them to know. It would also be important to stay on those people's good sides. If she made an enemy in the kitchen, she might end up with major problems. With that in mind, she made a mental note to always check her food before she ate it to make sure there weren't any nuts slipped in there that she would be able to notice. Speaking of food, it didn't take her very long to have hers in hand. Her hazel gaze looked around for the safest spot to sit and eat. By safest, of course she meant away from most people to avoid any confrontation of any kind, including a simple conversation. Soon enough, she decided on one of the tables with nobody else around it and sat there. If anything, it might just draw more attention to herself, but it allowed her to avoid any immediate conversation with anybody even though there weren't all too many inmates left in the cafeteria. Not that she cared. People could stare all they wanted, even though it would be very uncomfortable for her, as long as they stayed away. She wasn't exactly ready to protect herself or even harmlessly chat. It wasn't that she wasn't the most social person in the world, she just wanted to take this first day, and even the second and third day and maybe even more, to just get used to everything. Was that too much to ask?

Apparently not, because Marley was able to eat her entire meal without any interaction with anybody. The food itself wasn't enjoyable and it was exactly what prison food was usually described as, but the time by herself was welcomed. She was able to think about things without any interruption. Not only had the buzz of conversation died down due to a lot of the other women leaving by that point, but she was very skilled in the art of blocking out what she didn't want to hear. What did she think about? What her life in prison would be like, what Tristan told her, the places she'd seen on her way to the cafeteria, and things like that. She was trying very hard to not think of everything she could have done differently before being arrested to have prevented it from happening. The mood that she would fall into if she thought about that wouldn't be beneficial to her while she potentially had to deal with other people. She couldn't be focused on everything that could have been done, she had to be focused on the now and the future. It didn't take her too awfully long to finish eating. After she stood up, she recalled where to take her tray and things. She figured it out after watching several of the inmates when they went to leave. While she didn't want them to notice that she was watching them, she didn't want to have to ask Tristan or anybody else where to take them. Once she put everything where they were supposed to go, she walked back over to Tristan, figuring she had to go with him again. To be honest, even though she would never admit it, she was a bit thankful to have him along. Obviously, she had no idea where anything was and she needed help finding her way, but she also saw him as a sort of backup. Not that anybody would try something with her when he was around, which was a plus, but if they did he would be there to stop it should her abilities fail her. She would never admit her secret gratitude that was hidden deep, deep inside of her. So deep that she might not have even realized it yet.

The first thing Tristan did was explain to her about the showers. He told her how there were different times slots for the units to use the showers and which time slot each of the units were assigned to. Her unit had the showers in the evening. There were also separate showers for different races. Whites, black, Hispanics, and Asians all had separate showers. That had to help in preventing any... issues that might arise. Next, he suggested that she head to the commissary after yard time. Hearing that feminine items ran out a lot brought another realization to her... one that she hadn't thought about. Oh, that's going to be even more fun now, she thought sarcastically, not feeling the need to say such a thing to the male guard. Just what she wanted, another thing to be concerned about in prison. Deciding to try to move on from that, she asked him a question,"Where is the commissary?" A very valid question since she had no idea where anything was. Even though it was probably very straightforward in layout, she currently found the jail to be a maze. She felt discombobulated not knowing where everything was and how to get around the place. She was used to knowing every twist and turn, or at least being informed enough to move around with confidence of not getting lost. Everything about this situation was so different and foreign for her. For her own good, she had better head right to the commissary as soon as she could. She had a very good feeling that she wouldn't be able to make any comfortable friendships. As she walked along, her arms were crossed loosely over her chest, her hazel eyes pointed ahead rather than at the guard beside her. Only when he asked her if she wanted to change before she went outside did she look over at him again. Quietly sighing beforehand, she shook her head and answered vocally with a simple,"No, I'm fine." Although, it could have bought her some time. She wasn't exactly eager to be released into the lioness's den.
so just hold me in the chaos .......... hold me while the world keeps spinning out of my control
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..........................................my heart can't take anymore ................................................... I'm just a used up cigarette
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