YOU CAN'T BLAME THE WOLF.

holy shit. that was an epic fuckup. ✗ tracking epicfuckups tag. ✗ indie nicky nichols oitnb rp. ✗ currently not crossover friendly ✗ semi-selective est. december '14

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// Hey hello, yes I do. (: It is hellncpe.tumblr.com. 

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[ @aneckperson​ ]

Lips clung to a burning cigarette, weakened lungs sucking in the smoke like their lives depended on it. The brutally cold city air whisked through wild curls haphazardly as Nicky sat perched on the steps outside of her somewhat dingy apartment building. Sweet, sweet heroin pulsed through her body, as per usual. Punctured arms screamed in protest and her head pounded mercilessly, but she just couldn't fucking stop shooting the poison into her veins. Ironic. 

A thump on one of her limp legs alerted the woman of someone else's presence before she saw a pair of shoes out of her peripheral. Without bothering to look up, her raspy voice rang out irritably.

❝ Ay, buddy. Mind watchin' where the fuck you're going? ❝

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stalk of celery

A curled grin unfurls as faux annoyance  paints the others features. Flickers of her own amusement flare and  lips spill pearls of chuckles,  their dusky light amplifies husky tones.

“I think the lady doth protest too much.”

Is spilled between low chuckles.  Words echo features, lying tainted in their blithe.

“As you said;; ‘Blessing in disguise.’”

A dismissive flicker of laugher lined her words.  Recently the elder women had been  playing rather on the nice side to her.   But even the woman herself understood  the peril of the named but not labelled slop  which lay upon pastel trays,  She doubted the crimson haired woman  would even blink at their comments.

“You have to question which would be the lesser of two evils.”

 ❝ Ay, what-the-fuck-ever, Shakespere. ❝

 Airy chuckles bubble from slanted lips erratically.  The EXCHANGE OF PLEASANTRIES  was cut short by haunting images of bagged  food flashing through Nicky's mind.  The blonde would typically eat just about  anything -- except for slop being served from  plastic bags.

 ❝ Don't get me wrong, I'm not exactly acclimated  to eating at the fuckin' La Bernardin or anything,  but I have to draw the line somewhere.  That shit's vile. ❝

[mamazingalexvause]

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But I’m saying this guy, Heinrich Dreser, deserves to be right up there on the bad-guy shelf. So, our buddy Heinrich oversaw the development of heroin at Bayer. Yep. So, the corporate suits at Bayer sold this shit over the counter as a non-addictive morphine substitute in the early 1900s, and you know why they called it heroin? ‘Cause when they started testing it, people said it made them feel heroic. Right?

So, in closing, uh… fuck the Germans.

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beggar

OPEN; OITNB VERSE

      ❝All I’m asking is for one favor before money         is put into my account then I swear, nothing         more. I’ll owe you…whatever you need.❞

 ❝ Simmer the fuck down, will ya? I'll let ya  use mine. You're on a budget though. I don't need  you goin' all Paris Hilton on my commissary, 'kay? ❝

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blondie

“That was what I was talking about!” Her pitched voice raised a few decibels, while her darkened brows reached new heights. No doubt she was approaching to an unfounded RAGE.

“I’ve never had to look for food on dumpsters or anything, but my family, their HYPOCRITICAL bullshit, kinda made me want to do it, instead of spend Thanksgiving with them!”

All the air in her lungs in the form of heated breath clouds, abandoned her to occupy the space between them. It didn’t exist a good reason to base her current RANT, but Piper was deathly sure Nicky, more than anyone there, could take it.

·Brows shot upwards in revelation, lips twitching into ·an incongruous smirk. Pissing the blonde off ·was not necessarily Nicky's intention, but she knew ·family was also a touchy subject for Chapman.

·❝ A'ight, a'ight. Jesus. We all have ·our shit and what not, I get it.

·Ay, remind me not to get on your bad side Chapman. ·Wouldn't wanna end up with my ass thrown back in· ·MAX like your side dish from down under. ❝

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blondie

“Exactly. No one suspects anything.” That was something to be proud of. Or maybe it wasn’t. What kind of a job was smuggling dirty panties and selling it to creeps on the Internet? Not a great job, but it was one that kept commissary full and made her employees happy. That was all the woman could ask for at this point. When it came to Nicky though, she refused to believe the story that was provided to her. Piper saw the reaction that day when Caputo came in for a surprise raid. Luschek had guilty written all over him but it was of course easier to blame a prisoner, someone who already had a record and a history with drugs. Remaining quiet for a moment, Piper kept her eyes off her friend before finally she found what she wanted to say. “I never thought you were using anyways. Luschek’s reaction said enough. Don’t think for a second I’m buying the story that it was yours and only yours. I would like to think I know you and trust you a little more than that. I’m just happy you’re back and that’s all that matters. It’s good to have you around. It was getting too plain and boring. And there was no amusing prison commentary. It was depressing.” 

 ❝ Just be careful, man. Which guard  is smuggling that shit out'ta here anyway? ❝

 Pornstache would have been a plausible suspect  if he wasn't rotting away in prison. None  of the other guards were STUPID enough to  sneak panties out of the joint, so it had to  have been one of the new officers. Typical.

 It was oddly relieving to hear the  blonde confirm that she believed her.  Nicky rarely sought other's approval, but  her reputation with her prison family  remained important.

 ❝ Well, I will say I'm glad you asked for the truth.  Rumors spread like the black fucking plague in here.  Even kinda missed your twisted merry-go-round love story.  How are you and Vause, anyway? ❝

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                                    ' I'm like ICARUS,  whose wings melted before he could fuck the sun. '

[meio-anti-social]

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blondie

“Yes, see,” Piper started, “that’s what makes it so perfect. Who would expect some college graduate, Taylor Swift wanna be would become a panty driver?” The look on her face was of pure smugness. Of course, if she was caught it would be a different situation. What could they get her with? Organized criminal activity involving dirty panties? She let her arms drop back to her sides and stuffed each hand in one pocket of her jacket. The way that day had gone by, she remembered the look on Nicky’s face in the shop. “So it wasn’t Luschek’s? You just happened to be keeping a stash of heroin in here for the purpose of not using it?” Piper’s look said it all. No way she believed it.

 ❝ Can't say I saw that one coming, kid. ❝

 Originally, the matted hair woman expected  Chapman to be an ass kisser. She recalled  her saying that she studied for prison and  Nicky briefly wondered what book she had  been reading that promoted contraband trafficking.

 Brown orbs shifted to the floor self-consciously.  The entire situation was humiliating. It  was the fact that people had thought  she relapsed that was embarrassing.   It made her seem weak. Heel  kicked at the suddenly interesting floor.

 ❝ It was mine, but I was trying'ta get  that shit out of here so that I wouldn't  use it. I'm not stupid enough to  fall back into old habits again.

 I'm over it. ❝

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blondie

Piper asked as a reaffirmation, clearly not because she had the lightest doubt of what exactly the other meant with that definition, but with how that was being used to DIFFERENTIATE her from the others.

“You know, Nicky…” Lifting a straight index and her voice got sharp but confident, as the UNEQUIVOCAL sign of her habitual <<lecturing mode>>, she spoke with both cerulean irises glancing towards the smaller woman.

“… you have to stop PRETENDING that you have more things in common with the less fortunate people in here, than with me. We all know you were more than well-provided in the outside.”

 Lecturing. It was something Nicky had learned  to tune out from her countless interventions  and her excessive visits to the principal's  office as a kid. It brought back undesirable  memories of her mother. A visible cringe  rippled through her being.

 ❝ Ya can't be serious with that shit.  My bitch of a mother practically encouraged   my problem with money. I can't tell ya how  many nights I've spent fishing out of dumpsters  for food because all of that money went to drugs.  Well-provided isn't always a synonym for fortunate.  In my case, money made me less fortunate. ❝

[yesnatashalyonneyes]

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letmehearyoufuckiingpray

Miranda sighs dramatically, a smirk on that gorgeous mug and her voice purposely as sultry as she could get it. “You always knew how’ta talk to me.” She grins, biting her lip as she kept piercing orbs fixed on the strawberry blonde across from her, a low, exhilarated hum coming from the back of her throat as she’s straddled by the other. Twin metal bars inside of Miranda’s mouth danced behind pearly whites, she shrugging as tattooed hands held onto Nicky’s biceps and elbows.  “Tell me what I want.” Is Miranda’s  response with a straight, instigating face that grows into a cheeky grin, another low laugh coming from her. She looks down at her own toned and boney body, her hand pulling at her pieced chest, her obviously needy mouth extending out to Nicky, a similar “high as a fuckin’ kite” expression in her face.

 Tattooed fingers gripped her shivering arms,  loving the feeling of so much pleasure  in her system at once. Irises flicked  up to the other deviously, a smirk of  cocky desire lingering on curled lips.

 ❝ I think we want the same thing, ya? ❝

 Influenced lips connected roughly with the blonde’s.  It certainly wasn't done in a gentle, careful  way - it was done in a 'I want to fuck and do   hardcore drugs' type of way. Lips trailed to  her jawline and down her neck savagely. A  stray hand came up to yank down the  woman's shirt slightly before taking  a credit card and scooping the powdery  drugs up, shaping a line of coke and  heroin in the valley of Miranda's breasts.

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letmehearyoufuckiingpray

“Oh, fuck outta here,” Miranda lets out an airy laugh, jerking forward in a play-fighting motion, then gets a glazed over look melt into  her eyes, the insane head rush hitting again, and a short, heavy breath escapes her. “Once this feeling like I just came is outta my system, you in a world’a trouble, a grade-A ass beatin’ is comin’ atcha.” That was probably the best thing about being around Nicky, they knew what amount of bad-assery was sitting in across from them, so they could say the stupidest shit to each other and just laugh, they didn’t have to put up a front. “Knew ya had good taste,” she sends a just as smug smirk her way. “And  that’s one thing you ain’t never gotta tell me twice.”

 ❝ Can't wait. You might be feelin'  a whole lot of that tonight, though. ❝

 Mischief danced in deep brown globes as   words rasped out of her drug-induced mind.  Fingers rolled a small piece of paper  intricately. It was all a disturbingly familiar  process, something she had wished she wasn't  so familiar with. But she couldn't fucking stop.

 She pushed the other into the  couch before straddling her waist,  drugs clenched in fists. The  cocaine and heroin was now mixed,   demanding Nicky to do it, NOW. Drugs   were mind controlling like that.

 ❝ A'ight, kid. Where you want me to  bump from first, huh? ❝

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blondie

The blonde was smug and that was evident in the way she straightened her posture at the mention of the Ramen. “Smart, right? I have these girls eating out of the palms of my hands practically. What can I say. It’s a panty smuggling empire now and I’m the Don. People don’t fuck with me.” Perfect example was Stella. Despite her obvious attraction to the Australian, theft was something Piper wouldn’t allow. She wrapped her arms in return around Nichols and hugged her tightly. In that moment, she was brought down off her high horse and grounded, just for a moment though. “Missed you too, Nicky. Thought you would never be back. Luschek lied, didn’t he?”

 ❝ Huh. Never would've guessed miss  'I studied for prison' would be cracking  the whip on these girls one day. ❝

 It was like Vee all over again.  Chapman was digging her own grave - deep.  That shit never ended well. Arms  dropped their hold from the inmate,  proceeding to cross insecurely across her  chest. The truth was embarrassing, especially  since no one should believe her. If a  known cheater was caught with another   woman in his bed and said 'it's not what   it looks like', who would believe him?

 It was the same situation with heroin.

 ❝ Luschek didn't lie about shit, a'ight?  The heroin was mine, but I wasn't using.  I was clean as a whistle the entire time. ❝

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letmehearyoufuckiingpray

The girls tongue is rapidly moving inside her mouth, the cottonmouth  is real, and not having feeling anywhere isn’t helping her being able to reach for a drink, and her eyes  are shifting as she watches Nicky doing the drug prep, but her head full of long blonde hair is noodled  on the couch. “I got some Addy on that table, might help a little bit,”  she laughs, an intoxicated smile forming on her face, the $ symbol under her eye crinkling slightly. “Kinda wanted to tell your ass this since we met, but I dunno, I always felt like the timing was shit, but… Now that I got this big deal comin’ through tomorrow,  I feel like I’m hot shit, so, I kinda have a thing for you.” Miranda slowly eggs out, laughing loosely after with her face warming up with a wider smile, she just gazing across from her while it simmers down  to a smirk. “An’ I know I ain’t the only one, kid.”

 ❝ I'll be fuckin' flat out if I  take that shit too. I don't have the  tolerance of a camel unlike some people. ❝

 Her perpetual grin turned smug  listening to the other's words. The  feeling of knowing a hot chick was  attracted to her was empowering. Pinpoint  pupils scanned over the woman in predation.  If heroin wasn't pumping through her system  at that moment, she was sure her eyes would  be B L A C K with desire.

 ❝ Yeah? You're not half bad yourself, blondie. ❝

 Eyebrows bounced with a wink thrown  in her direction.

 ❝ Now lean the fuck back. ❝

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blondie

  That voice. It was one she hadn’t heard in weeks. A voice that had been one she could talk to whenever times got hard. Turning around, she couldn’t help but smile as she saw the familiar face. “Nicky. Jesus. You’re back. Word reached all the way to MAX about my little business? Impressive, right? Business is better than ever. You missed out, Nichols.”

Lips curled even further, deepening  the grin. Seeing the blonde again  warmed Nicky's heart, and made her   feel for a second that things might  feel normal again soon.

 ❝ Word spreads like the plague  around this shithole. And apparently so  does the promise of Ramen flavor packets.

 Ah, get the fuck over here, pimp. ❝

 Arms wrapped around the taller  woman's waist, tightening her arms  once in a playful squeeze.

 ❝ Missed ya, kid. ❝