Solana.

Bitches ain't shit and they ain't sayin' NOTHING A hundred motherfuckers can't tell me NOTHING.

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lxndlocked:

letta snorted, the faintest roll of her eyes. “it was real apparent that the bandit wasn’t after any female bootyholes. a couple of them wanted all the tight little boy holes can we stop talking about bootyholes?” by the time she had finished the request, she was laughing, fingers pinching at the bridge of her nose. but that hand was dropping, her features soft once more as she regarded the other. she didn’t know what the hell that woman was talking about half the time, but there was still an endearment in her tone. “yeah, okay fine. but I’m your favorite, right?”

She tried to count just how many times the word hole had been used in that single interaction but lost it around two. Concentration gave way to loud, unencumbered laughter. It was one thing she was proud of, the lack of filter that had carried through the years spent there - it would no doubt translate into the coming ones, too. Solana was unapologetic for who, and what she was. There wasn’t time for regret or shame, seeing it as a complete waste. The question about favorites had corner of mouth turning upwards, clearly amused by the whole thing. “Now you know goddamn well.” Voice dropped. “That I’m not supposed to have favorites but I do and surprise bitch, it’s you.”

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oliviaxsantos:

There was plenty of reasons for Olivia not to trust anyone, especially anyone here, but this woman seemed like someone who wouldn’t betray her trust. Just something about how straight forward she’d been with made Olivia see her as someone she didn’t have to worry about. Or maybe it was just that she clearly had been in this same position before, either way, Olivia was thrilled with the idea of getting out of this cell. “Really? Thank you. I’ll be sure to let the guards know tomorrow. Oh and I’m Olivia.”

“It’s my pleasure or whatever boujee shit y’all used to.” There was room for the smallest grin there, hardly ever one to pass up an opportunity to talk shit. Then again? That meant that she could see herself becoming friends with them, it was when no interest was garnered at all that you had to start worrying. After all, Solana was one person in here who had the ability to make your stay more pleasant or far worse depending upon her particular whim. Eyes wandered over the hallway, checking to make sure no one was looking before she was sticking a hand out to her through the bars, trapped in one palm was two miniature candy bars in different flavors. “Shits small but it makes a difference, try and make yourself eat the cardboard food next time and I’ll see you tomorrow, Olivia.” Waiting for her to take it before stepping back, just in time for a guard to round the corner.

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oliviaxsantos:

The idea that things around here could be worse hadn’t even been a thought to cross Olivia’s mind. It already felt like the worst it could be and to try to fathom her situation moving further down into this pit, she couldn’t do it. It made her want to just curl up and cry for a few hours, but also filled her with anger and rage at the man who was responsible for this–the man she believed was responsible at least. Looking at the woman, she erased her brow further as she motioned to her body, glancing down and then back up at her. “Right.” She finally replied, taking her advice to heart and telling herself to just keep her head on straight. That whatever happened, she could take it. And if it meant crossing that line so she could get decent meals, then it was what would have to eventually happen. “Well, thanks, I guess. Doesn’t really help me right now though.”

She waved off the thank you. Solana didn’t offer this advice, didn’t try her hand at easing the pain of change because she wanted some kind of owed debt or anything. Instead, the dream walker was far more apt to do things for them because she had been there - the situation was close to what was left of her heart, and she’d seen too many ruined by these walls. “Tomorrow, then. Tell one of these guards to send you to my office. I’m Solana, Sol, whateva works for you. We’ll figure some shit out, and I may have a slim stash of snacks.”

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oliviaxsantos:

Her brow quirked as the girl began to talk to her as if she knew Olivia, something that the raven-haired girl was not used to, especially around those she typically spent her time around. “Seriously? It’s been worse that this piece of cardboard they are trying to tell me is steak?” Her nose crinkled at the thought of the food being worse. Lifting up her gaze to the woman, she let out a sigh, not wanting to appear desperate to have one of the people here to let her out, but at the same time, she didn’t want to keep eating this crappy food. “So that’s it? I flirt and I get out?”

“It’s been worse.” Nodded her head, unbothered by the memory even though it remained with her after all those years. There was nothing about captivity that she’d missed, only a few faces that seemed to get lost the minute she’d bought back that freedom. Funny how the cards fell, really. A laugh came at the suggestion that flirting would free her though, head shaking. “Nah, ain’t that easy but it’s a start. Just remember that.” Pointing at her body. “Is just flesh, what they bum asses can’t take from you is here.” Same finger tapped her temple, bestowing the only advice she had to give. “But you’ll be aight, eventually. First few weeks ain’t never shit.”

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“Fuck it”, Mirela mumbled to herself and shrugged as she stripped the clothes down. It was late, and the cellmates around seemed to be all asleep. She hated those clothes, since it was just her, why not sleep as comfortable as possible in a cell wearing nothing but her underwear under the sheets.

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“You brave if you puttin your almost bare ass on anything down here.” Observed even though absolutely no one had asked her opinion on the matter. It was rare for her to be making her rounds this late, but sometimes she was called from the confines of her office for a rouge slave or two. Sometimes, she just liked to be there for them, but needed an excuse to do so. Finger tapped the bar. “But ay, if you bout that life, carry on.”

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“Is this really—” She began, looking down at the plate of food place in front of here that was called supper. “This isn’t really what I’m expected to eat, am I?” Olivia said to whoever was around that would listen and could respond as she used the plastic fork to poke at was supposedly a piece of meat that was to be her meal for the night.

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“Girl listen.” She didn’t know her or her name yet, but none of that mattered. Instead, Solana talked to everyone like they’d been friends or enemies for years depending solely on vibes. “That’s better that what they was tryna pass off as edible when my ass was stuck down here.” Sympathy came in a strange way, but it was there nonetheless. “But if you want better shit, start batting them pretty eyes at these dumb asses and ya ass will be eating Godiva in no time.”

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raphaelcolt:

she’d  asked  him  to  dance,  or  more  like  requested  it  and  he  was  almost  too  amused  to  oblige.  but  he  did,  some  rhythm  dancing  trying  to  remember  the  steps  in  his  head,  to  the  native  american  circle  dance.  and  it  wasn’t  for  the  way  she  had  spoken  ;  an  amusing  way  that  always  seems  to  make  him  laugh,  he  might’ve  been  slightly  offended.  but  he  wasn’t  his  whole  body  giving  way  to  the  laugh  that  racked  him.  small  steps  are  taken  and  he  bats  her  hands  away  to  lift  the  couch  up  and  placing  it  down  out  of  the  way,  “alright  show  me  these  dance  moves.”

Watching him laugh was a gift all it’s own considering the circumstances they’d both somehow managed to survive. Solana was never one to forget the need or want to stop and enjoy the smaller things, especially since it was something she’d taken for granted before. “Oh aight, go head then, dances with wolves.” Hands held up in surrender as he’d move the couch, laughing in turn before head shook. “Well, hold up cause I need to get the right sound.” And she was already attempting to find the right song, scrolling through phone looking for the soundtrack to ‘the beginners guide to twerking’.

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lxndlocked:

the immediate chuckle came with the former guards nickname, or rather, one of his many nicknames. her favored - lost. and she nodded to her words. granted, she couldn’t say she followed along with the whole poaching assholes thing, but she nodded all the same. when it came down to it, a lot of people were gone. solana often had things coming from her mouth that letta didn’t quite understand. sometimes she’d ask, sometimes she’d assume, and sometimes she’d just sit there and nod as if she had any clue as to what was going on in their conversations. she made a little noise - a sort of choked laugh. “that sounds severely uncomfortable, one. and two, no one’s down there wondering that. you’re our only line of defense.”

“Listen, bitch. I don’t make the rules.” Hands held up as if to absolve her of any blame when it came to the so called poaching of anyone’s ass or otherwise. “I just know for a while there we had folks out here on some real live booty bandit ass shit and I ain’t here fa naan none of it.” Look of disdain was evident on her features, nose turned up dramatically at the thought before laughing again. “But don’t come in here on your soft feels today, y’all know I bend it like Beckham fa ya lil bony asses. Well most of you cause some still ain’t shiiiiiiit.”

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[lxndlocked]

Solana had been a godsend in ways she was sure the resident couldn’t possibly understand. mainly with the fact that Letta couldn’t always spend her free time outside. conserving water didn’t allow for a whole lot of sunshine against her skin, but it was those days when she found herself perched behind the desk with her, watching, studying. taking it all in as she worked. “it’s actually pretty boring down there now… most of the interesting people are gone.” not that she found herself particularly attached to any one slave, but some of them were fascinating. “mainly, all the trouble makers have been remotely broken down and i’ve lost my entertainment, but you’re always a topic down there.” her voice lowered then as she leaned in, “the way you speak to them.” smile all too wide for her face.

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Solana didn’t find anything she did particularly God touched in any way. Most of the time it was way further south, despite the compassion that somehow seeped from her even after the cage had tried to rob her of it time and time again. Another reason she stayed behind the desk, stayed there and did the same thing for other people that she’d wished someone would have done for her. That was the past though, this was now and it was important to remind herself to make sure not to allow it to fall by the wayside. Memories were her worst memories. “Ol’ stone dick mcgee up and left, along with everybody else so who else supposed to be out here poaching assholes or whateva, trust me. I feels you.”  Laughter seemed distracted, half hearted - but the notion fell away when she’d turn to face Letta. “Oh shut the fuck up, don’t be up here tryna gas my ass up. You know they all down there wondering when the fuck I’ma shut up.” 

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she is a sunset in my arms but she scares the hell out of me. like that sunset when she leaves she leaves me in darkness. she tells me don’’t fear, she is an ocean, and when she appears to leave she is only backing up to get closer. i tell her she is a window, that through all the scuffs and scratches i can see right through her, and what i see is beautiful. the world says we are flames, burning hot and fast and will soon be over. i tell them they’re only half right, we are fire, but we are the sun and if we stop burning the world will surely end.

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“Look...Iunno what the fuck you want from me.”  She was joking and the tone was clear in the cadence of tone. It was easy to pick up on despite the fact that face seemed dedicated to the feigned anger. “I don’t know where it went and last I checked it wasn’t my turn to watch it.” Finally that performance cracked, breaking it with the edge of a grin and an obvious laugh.

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