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Post by Sarah Lynn on Aug 21, 2009 1:24:02 GMT -5
The iron doors slammed behind her, close enough the the sheer force of it threw her forward a few steps, nearly sending her into the other wall, which was barely five feet in front of her. Grumbling to herself, she threw the rolled-up blanket she had been carrying onto the mattress. Well, if you were stupid enough to mistake it for a mattress. It was more like a slice of cardboard laid on top of a steel table. Not exactly splendid living conditions.
The warden muttered something along the lines of; "Just goin' tuh be one of those whores on the street one day, that girl..." Catching that sentence, Sarah span on her heel to face the warden, who was just about to walk away. "Excuse me, Jiminy Fuck-its?" She asked, her hands right on the bars, clutching them as if they were blades. "What is it you said about me being a whore?"
He blinked at her for a second, and then glared. "You're in detention for a reason; don't make me extend your stay." His voice laced with venom, he spat at her feet and walked away, a slight swagger to his pace.
Screaming profanities, she shook the cell with all her might; and it didn't budge an inch. "I'm going to get out tomorrow, asshole!" She screeched, kicking at the bars, making them ring with anguish. "I'm going to be the last thing you see!" Still screaming, she fell back onto the makeshift bed with a loud curse, pushing a hand through her hair. She knew it'd be a while until her last hit; and she didn't think she'd last that long...
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Post by Dezzi on Aug 21, 2009 14:03:21 GMT -5
Dezzi walked slowly up to Sarah Lynn's cell. "It's not a matter of smoking it," she smiled. "it's whether you get caught or not." She flashed a stash from her pocket and whispered, "If you ever run out...I sell 'em $25 a piece."
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Post by Niki Craze on Aug 21, 2009 14:51:52 GMT -5
"But she gives it to me for free." Amber shrugged, looking at the two. "And how exactly did you get into this paradise people call detention?" She asked, curious of what it was. Sarah, she looked like the kind of girl that would do anything to get what she wants, no matter what the consequences. Anything was possible with someone like that. As for Amber, she didn't look like someone who would be ranked at bad or evil, but an innocent chick randomly on the Bermuda Triangle. She would always lie about that anyways, and say she was on a cruise. It worked most of the time, considering at least 80% of the guards and adults here were to stupid to realize who the criminals were and who the innocent. Word Count (only RP): 131
Notes: Ugh, not to happy with this post :B
Muse: =/
Thread Status -- Open.
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Post by Dezzi on Aug 21, 2009 21:21:27 GMT -5
"Hah. Well I gotta make a living somehow." Dezzi chuckled. Then she turned to the girl behind bars. "What's your name, anyway?" she asked, her eyes gleaming with curiosity.
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Post by Sarah Lynn on Aug 21, 2009 21:55:02 GMT -5
"What's it matter to you?" She said, taking the stash from the other girl's hand. Her shaking stopped right then, as soon as her hands touched the soft brown paper bag. She let out a sigh and held it close to her chest, a small smile on her face.
"I'm not all that important." Digging into her bra, she slid out a small lighter; the only one the warden didn't find on her. Good thing I threatened to sue for sexual harassment, she thought, grinning to herself as she rolled herself a small joint, lighting it immediately. Truly, she didn't care if anyone caught her. Being in here wasn't that bad, especially now that she had a lovely stash to turn to.
Taking in a deep drag, she leaned against the bars, flipping her bangs out of her face. "Why're you two here, anyway?" She asked, letting the smoke out of her mouth, closing her eyes with pleasure as the scent filled her nostrils. This was her heaven, steel bars and all. She could survive anything if she had a joint in hand.
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Post by Dezzi on Aug 21, 2009 22:15:39 GMT -5
Dezzi frowned, ignoring the girls question. "Care to pay for that, hun?" she pressed, narrowing her eyes and lingering closer to the cell.
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Post by Sarah Lynn on Aug 21, 2009 22:25:19 GMT -5
She flashed Dezzi a wide grin and pulled out her pockets inside-out, showing her that she didn't have any money on her. "Sorry, dearie; I'm bankrupt." Taking a few more puffs, she pressed her forehead against the bars, getting as close to Dezzi as she could. "Plus I wouldn't have paid you anyway." She whispered, laughing loudly, almost insanely.
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Post by Dezzi on Aug 21, 2009 22:34:55 GMT -5
Dezzi pulled her gun out of her jacket pocket and pointed it to Sarah's forehead. "I would watch my fucking mouth if I were you." she smiled and put the gun securely back into her pocket. "Hey!" the Warden shouted as he jogged up to them. Thoroughly annoyed, she walked out of the detention room, ignoring the Warden's outburst.
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Post by Sarah Lynn on Aug 21, 2009 22:48:16 GMT -5
She snickered; a little shook up about the gun thing, but she wouldn't show it. She grew up with worse, after all. Beaming at the warden as he came by, she held her hand out between the bars, gripping onto his shirt. "Heya occifer," she said, slurring her words a bit. "You shoul' buy some o' that gurlz wares, man, she's got some great stuff," grinning, she let herself laugh a bit, acting as wasted as she could. "Only cost'd me a night with her bro, too." Put a gun to me again, worthless fuck, she thought smugly as the warden raced towards Dezzi, his own gun brandished, shouting at her to get the fuck onto the ground.
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Post by Dezzi on Aug 21, 2009 23:00:01 GMT -5
Dezzi turned around and drew her gun out and pointed it at the Warden's heart. "Shoot, I fucking dare you." she said as she pulled the trigger of her own gun, a loud clap ringing through the detention room. He collapsed and Dezzi stood over his lifeless body. She looked up to Sarah with a smug look on her face. "Next time you pull shit with me, this could be you." she scoffed, angrily, jamming her heel into the body. It spurted crimson blood, shining in the sunlight. Dezzi smiled, and kicked the body towards Sarah. "Think about that." she growled, leaving the room.
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Post by Sarah Lynn on Aug 21, 2009 23:03:40 GMT -5
She barked out a laugh, the sound echoing in the steel-plated place. "You're going to have the popo on your ass, honey!" She shouted with a wide grin that was all for show. Inside, yeah, she was frightened. After all, the girl just killed a man right in front of her. Fuck, she thought, easily reaching around to the lock on the iron barred door, she held out her hand and looked at Zoey. "Give me a bobby pin," she requested, her hand open and ready for the tool.
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Post by Niki Craze on Aug 21, 2009 23:05:21 GMT -5
"Don't mind Dezzie," Amber giggled slightly. "Her mind just revolves around money and people following her orders." She shrugged. She'd watched the whole thing without any regrets. The gun, the cigarettes, the warden. Nothing of that sort bothered her. It was a small perk she had. "Have fun picking the lock, if that's what you're gonna do.." And with that, she sneered, got up and strode away, passing the dead body without any last glances.
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Post by Zoey on Aug 21, 2009 23:06:42 GMT -5
Zoey slipped a pin out of her hair, nodding to Amber. She had known people like that before. They annoyed the hell out of her, but hopefully she could avoid them as much as possible. She handed the bobby pin to Sarah and stepped back to observe.
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Post by Sarah Lynn on Aug 21, 2009 23:11:23 GMT -5
She took the pin and bit off the little stupid plastic ends off of it, spitting them onto the ground. "Lil' fucker," she muttered, picking the lock by jiggling the pin in the hole a bit, trying to get it to pop open. It took a few minutes, but finally it snapped open, allowing her to rip it off and open the god-damned door. "I should slip her some fucking ruffees and fuck her face up." Grumbling, she turned and stepped toward the dead body, taking the gun out of his belt loop and cocking it, holding it awkwardly in her hand.
This isn't going to do me much good, she thought, going through his pockets carefully, trying not to touch him too much. After all, the asshole did defecate himself on the way down. She plucked out a nasty switchblade, a gnarly one with barbed wire on one side of the handle. "Sweet," she grinned, looking at it flash in the light as she twisted it in her hand, looking menacing and very, very graceful as she made a few practice swipes in the air.
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Post by Zoey on Aug 21, 2009 23:16:40 GMT -5
"Epic." Zoey breathed, the knife filling her vision for a moment, then she shook her head and put her hands in her pocket. She didn't go over the warden, she already ad a couple blades on her person. Its like people just left them lying around. Maybe they're hoping we'll kill each other so they won't have to deal with us. She thought.
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