busted.

stevie davis; lover. fighter. dealer.

[lclith-blog]

Lily sighed as she walked through the hallways. People were very quiet and thankfully no drama had started to kick off. She was very thankful that she was put in a cell block with lovely enough women as well and she certainly felt safer inside than out there in the world. She walked out onto the yard, and moved to stand against the wall, her fingers pressed against the stone wall and she brought up her foot to rest against it behind her, a smile finally crossing her features.

[msstevie-blog]

“Someone looks happy.” Her tone was playful as Stevie moved to lean against the wall beside the other woman. A bare shoulder dug into stone as she crossed her arms with a small smile. “I take it that you’ve settled in nicely?” There truly was no other way to settle in Platinum Bay, but prison was still something to get used to - if that was even possible.

[vanityfeller-blog]

The idea that the pool, hot tub and beach were open today was a very pleasant one. It was just one more reason why Vanity loved being in this place as opposed to somewhere else. Most prisons, she was sure, didn’t have pools, or hot tubs, or beaches, and let alone the opportunity to use them. Vanity had grabbed her swimsuit earlier in the week, and certainly gotten enough use out of it. After changing into it, she threw a towel over her arm and turn to step out of her cell. “Oh, hey,” she said, a little surprised to see someone. “Didn’t see ya there.”

[msstevie-blog]

It was baffling why exactly the owners of Platinum Bay decided that a bunch of criminals deserved to splash about while serving their time, but she certainly wasn’t going to complain. Stevie had been passing the other woman’s block as she made her way out to partake in some fun in the sun. “I think that’s partially because these bathing suits make us look like smudges that blend into the walls.” She mused, looking down with a chuckle. “Beach, pool or hot tub?”

[karelleaddison-blog]

Karelle’s prison uniform hung from her lanky body awkwardly, the jumpsuit ballooning around the waist and sagging in the shoulders. Since her arrest, her once toned and slim body had grown downright bony. Her platinum hair was beginning to fade to a dish water blonde. She examined herself in the bathroom mirror with a frown tugging down on her lips. She lifted up her shirt to reveal her hipbones and belly button, a part of her body she used to love the most. A part of her body she used to sell the most, advertising the rest of what customers could buy if they took her for the night by sporting outfits with cut outs and cropped shirts.

She sighed dramatically, feeling completely beaten. When she heard someone enter the bathroom, she was shook. She dropped her shirt so it covered her and snapped her head over to look at them, blue eyes growing wide. “Fuck, I’m so jumpy. Sorry.”

[msstevie-blog]

Stevie had made her way into the bathroom with every intention of trying to bleed the shower pipes of every drop of hot water -- even if an impossible feat. She expected the stalls to be empty, so it would be utterly enjoyed and slightly therapeutic. A week out in the sun performing manual labor took a toll on ones body, but it was an ache that felt so good. Hearing Karelle’s voice, she had been pulled from her thoughts and gazed in the younger woman’s direction. “Oh, it happens to the best of us.” Especially those who were new. “I don’t think you have anything to worry about, though, so try to relax...” If anyone could fully do so in prison. 

[lclith-blog]

Lily was still in absolute shock that she ended up in prison. She had no criminal record to begin with and yet here she was, all because she had lost her temper. In a way she was glad because she was finally free of her father and brother, and would never receive any ill treatment like that again. She vowed to never, ever let another man touch or hit her. She vowed that she would come out stronger. She knew that she needed to toughen up for prison was no nursery ground. She walked through the corridors quietly, chocolate eyes sparkling as they scanned the halls and cell blocks for any form of life.

[msstevie-blog]

It seemed as though rocking some form of a farmer’s tan was in Stevie’s future, if the sun continued to beat down in such a manner, but being able to do something she rather enjoyed - while basking in the outdoors - certainly wouldn’t have her complaining. A good shower fixed everything, especially when others weren’t in there. “Oh! A new face.” Her tone held a certain level of intrigue when she turned the corner and almost ran into the other woman. “And who might you be?” She was rather gorgeous, but that was beside the point. A new face meant a possible new friend, and she could never have too many of those in a place where being liked could mean survival.

[veronicamayfair-blog]

“I’d be more than happy to pinch you if needed. It may not be where you want to be pinched but…” Her words trailed off as a wink was given. It had been a long time since she was able to touch the other woman. In fact, a part a scared to even try just in case everything was a dream. “Remind me to take all cop shows and movies out of commissary.” She teased. Keys were tossed into a lock-box by the bed which required a hand print to open before shoes were removed. Just because she had to stay the night didn’t mean she would be staying in uniform the entire time. “No. Not really. I’m okay with people not showering me with them. As wonderful as they make a person feel coming from the wrong person just makes it wrong.” For her anyway. “Where you’re standing is pretty far away and there are layers covering my body.” A smirk tugged at lips as Veronica sat on the bed, back against the wall with legs stretched out in front of her. “As weird as this is going to sound, you do look hot in prison gear.”

[msstevie-blog]

“Mm, maybe not. It all depends on where you would pinch me.” Her brows rose in intrigue. “Anywhere but the face.” Stevie never really understood why anyone pinched another person’s cheeks, even if it were a kid. It genuinely hurt and left the person being pinch feeling like a child. “All that’s going to do is make me stare at you even more so.” She couldn’t help the amused expression that took over her face, as she did a once over of the other woman yet again. “Badges, uniforms, authority - it’s all pretty damn hot.” Chocolate hues zeroed in on the blonde - completely admiring the new look she had recently took on - as she gently nipped at the inside of her lip. “And who exactly is the right person?” She finally spoke; not really prepared for that answer. Veronica may have been the reason she had been transferred, but that didn’t mean anything in terms of  -- well, she didn’t want to think about the woman ever being with another. “I would step closer and remove layers, but I’m not too sure how that would play out right now.” Plus, if she were to step closer, disrobing the other woman was just about the last thing she would do. Her body was made for hugging, after all. “And you should see me outside of said prison gear.” She teased, hooking her fingers around the bottom of her shirt and pulled it up just a bit -- still revealing nothing but yet another shirt.

[veronicamayfair-blog]

Martha Stewart wasn’t exactly someone that had entered Veronica’s brain since arriving, but now she couldn’t help but wonder. “Perhaps?” Who really knew what happened with that woman behind bars. “Crime shows aren’t realistic so the jokes on them.” Which she could say for both sides of the token since she was both a cop and a criminal. With a code, fingerprint, and flip of a switch the bars began to close on the cell-block and door from the guards room to the outside hall locked. “It’s been a while since I’ve received a compliment from anyone.” That she paid attention to anyway. “Ohh? Are you going to try and escape because let me tell you my body isn’t what it used to be.” Running was not favored.

[msstevie-blog]

“There’s a pool, Ronnie. A pool and a hot tub. I’m going to need someone to pinch me every so often, just to make sure I’m actually here.” It would also bring about the fact that the other woman was actually in her presence. She could be stuck in a hellish place, but being able to see Veronica would have made it all worth it. “At least the casts are usually hot.” Stevie shrugged; a smirk pulling at her lips. “There’s just something about a woman with a badge that gets me going.” Her eyebrows wiggled, following her words. Turning her attention to the bars as they slid shut, a light sigh rang through her body. Platinum Bay was beyond paradise in terms of prison, but no matter where she was, there was nothing settling about being locked up. “I find that hard to believe.” She retorted upon returning her attention to the other woman. “Not only are you gorgeous, but you’ve got quite the head on your shoulders. I imagine people shower you with compliments.” Not that she wanted to think about that happening. “And from where I’m standing, your body looks just as fit.” A brow quirked as she finally moved to stand in the doorway; her tone low to keep things said between them.

[wtfhaiz-deactivated20200410]

There’d never been a time in Krystal’s life where she was big on cooking, or anything. She’d lived on a pretty simple diet prior to jail, although the one she was met with upon first becoming an inmate had left a lot to be desired…there’d been many times where she’d have much rather eaten nothing than settle on the slop she was given, but it didn’t seem like that would ever be the case here. “Man, I might actually get used to eating your normal three meals a day here. There was always at least one meal a day that needed to be skipped, because it looked way too questionable, in my last place,” She grinned, nose crinkling in amusement as the other female continued to speak. “God, right. Anything but janitorial, thanks. I ain’t cleaning up anybody’s mess in the bathroom.”

[msstevie-blog]

“I’m honestly looking forward to what’s for breakfast, and that’s the meal I’ve generally skipped in the past. There’s something incredibly wrong about powdered eggs.” Stevie’s features grimaced before she shook it off. “So, we’ve got good food, a good view outside and what seems to be amenities out the ass... I think it’s safe to say we hit the jackpot here, Krystal, and while I’m not entirely sure why, I’m not going to question any of it.” A one armed shrug was offered up. “I’m crossing everything possible for anything but because I swear some people were raised by wolves.” She motioned towards an empty table. “Once you get yourself something to eat, join me over there? We can people watch.”

[veronicamayfair-blog]

“Club Med is a good way of putting it. It does seem more like a rehabilitation facility for celebrities than a prison, if you ask me.” Something Veronica had in fact told another guard just the other day. “Hey now! I happen to like crime shows!” While they were completely fake and wrong there was something calming about them. “I’m not sure if that’s a compliment or…” Eyes narrowed playfully as the blonde pushed herself off the door frame. “…but I’ll leave you alone to blankly stare at pages and television screens.” She took a step back into her room for the night. “I’ve got to close the bars so you inmates don’t roam the halls overnight and get set up.” Which only took a flip of a switch on the inside of the guard room. “It seems your cellmate has already turned in for the night which means I’ve only got to keep an eye on you.”

[msstevie-blog]

“I mentioned Martha Stewart to another inmate the other day, and while I think it blew over her head, it still holds true... Is this the kind of place she served her time in? Because her nonchalant attitude of it all would make sense then.” An amused expression took over her features as she nodded a bit. “I know you like crime shows, and I like them, too... It just seems like all of it would be a big joke these days.” Pausing for a moment, she deadpanned in the other woman’s direction. “And please interpret that as I haven’t watched one in what feels like a lifetime, but my life became a living episode... Let’s just say I wasn’t prepared.” A small chuckle fell from her lips, despite the severity of the situation. Shit happened, and she was dealing with it. Now that prison Club Med was a thing, she sure as hell wasn’t going to complain all too much. Brown eyes watched as Veronica retreated into her room. “It was a compliment that went hand in hand with complete shock, honestly.” She glanced in the other inmate’s direction before taking a few steps towards the guard’s door and stopping just short of the frame. “I think you may have your night cut out for you, then, because I can be quite the handful.”

[veronicamayfair-blog]

“Haven’t you looked around? There are plenty of perks.” The lack of security being one of them. With such a small amount of inmates there wasn’t much the guards felt the need to do. Everyone was laid back. “Television can be good!” Or some of it anyway. “You don’t want to burn through your books too fast as there isn’t an endless supply in the library, no matter how big it is.”

[msstevie-blog]

“My eyes have been wide since I stepped off of the boat, but let’s just say my mind’s been a bit preoccupied. I’ve noticed some of the things they’ve got around here that makes it look like a prison sponsored by Club Med, and I’m certainly not going to complain about that.” Shaking her head, Stevie couldn’t help by crack a smile. Everything was pretty fucking amazing. “Some of it, yes. It seems a bit absurd to watch crime shows these days.” There was an irony in all of that, but she was still a fan. “I literally stared at the same page, after speaking to you, so I don’t think blowing through them would happen all that fast, honestly.”

[drgburke-blog]

Gwen Burke had yet to run drug tests on all new inmates. There really didn’t seem to be much of a point when some were brought in straight after court, or from other prisons, but the higher ups wanted them complete by the end of the week. Heels clicked down the hall towards a cell block where the doctor was informed Stevie Davis was spending a bit of time. Upon entering the words floated through ears causing a light chuckle. “It’s always nice to hear inmates find the place wonderful.” Even though it wasn’t her doing. “I’m Dr. Burke.” The blonde made her name known as she walked further into the cell block common area. “Hopefully, television isn’t the only thing you’ve been enjoying since your arrival?”

[msstevie-blog]

Her ears perked up to the sound of heels clicking down the hallway. Clearly, that wasn’t another inmate - or guard, for that matter. Turning to face the other woman, she nodded a bit with a small smile. “I’m still waiting to wake up and realize this was all an elaborate dream.” Because it honestly felt as such. “And it’s nice to meet you, Dr. Burke. I’m Stevie Davis, but I assume Davis would work? Perhaps Stevie. Either way, no, television isn’t the only thing I’ve gotten around to. It’s just very much appreciated.”

[veronicamayfair-blog]

Nightfall was approaching which meant Veronica was only just arriving for work. After dropping things off in the guard lounge(cellphone, keys, personal belongings) the woman made her way down to her assigned cellblock. It appeared one inmate was tucked away in her cell with the door closed and the other watching television. “Just one of the many perks.” The blonde spoke up with a smirk from the door way to the guard bedroom provided, hands in the pockets of her uniform pants. “Hopefully, you get good television in here.” That was one thing Veronica hadn’t paid attention to since arriving so curiosity really was piqued. 

[msstevie-blog]

Perhaps talking out loud to oneself was something that shouldn’t be done in such a setting, but Stevie hadn’t realized it happened until another voice cut the relative silence. And of course, there was no stopping the curving of her lips at such a sweet sound. “Now, that begs to question - what other perks are there?” Aside from the obvious, that was. Brown eyes raked down the front of Veronica’s figure only making her smile grow with vigor; the woman had always looked damn good in uniform. “I’m not entirely sure I would even know what to watch, but apparently movies can be rented, which is pretty cool.” A daring brow rose as she tilted her head slightly to the side. “I’d much rather stick to reading, and by that, I mean holding one while observing those around me.”

[msstevie-blog]

Surprisingly, everything had been going off without a hitch ever since Stevie was transferred to Platinum Bay. It was unexpected and very much unwelcome, but she embraced it relatively quick - as should anyone, really. It was literally a cake walk compared to other places AND they had their own rooms. Brown eyes scanned the common area of her cell block with amusement. No fighting over what to watch, as most could come to an agreement among a few people, and she had met the only other person in her block previously... They seemed to get along well enough. Arms folded beneath her chest as her gaze fixed on the television, not really paying attention to what was on. “I don’t even remember what it’s like to watch something that a million heads didn’t have to agree on. Another wonderful thing to get used to.”

[vanityfeller-blog]

Getting the job at commissary wasn’t exactly ideal for Vanity, but it was better than nothing. And it was making the best of a bad situation, really. She liked the idea of being in charge, even if it was something small, and she much preferred it over cleaning floors or doing laundry. Dark eyes were intently focused on picking at a hangnail, until she heard footsteps approaching. She looked up. “What can I do for you, sweetie?” she questioned, the nickname slipping out as more a condescending habit than actual affection.

[msstevie-blog]

Money had also been transferred along with her body, which made thing easier to get started. Making her way up to the commissary, Stevie took a moment to look over what was in front of her. Chances were she wouldn’t have to trade anything as of yet, so candy was something to splurge on. “Mm...” She drug on; brown eyes trying to pick something quickly. “How about some Skittles, snookems?” A cheeky grin pulled at the corner of her lips as she glanced in the other woman’s direction.

[youngcxlt-deactivated20160802]

“Oh well then if you promise, I guess.” She raised her brow although still didn’t seem quite convinced and kept her teeth out of the picture for now. Colt found herself standing still to remain engaged in conversation with the inmate. This place was forcing her to be more social than she was usually comfortable with but aside from rocking back and forth restlessly in stiff boots, she appeared quite at ease in the situation – maybe small talk wasn’t entirely out of the question then. “I can’t say I’m eager to start doling out punishment if that’s the case.” If anything raised the ex-sergeant’s spirit it was usually something crude or tacky, she could never resist a bit of vulgar and if anything forced a toothy grin from her it would be that. “If I can do several tours in Afghan while still remaining marshmallow pale, you can bet your shit I’m gonna look like a ghost my entire time here.” Green eyes followed those of the other woman’s to her tag and back up again but before responding she started to continue in the direction she had been going before – only this time she paused briefly to see if her company would remain. “How long have they got you in here for, Stevie?”  

[msstevie-blog]

There was no denying the amusement brought on by trying to get the younger woman to smile. Stevie was well aware of the fact that guards usually tried to uphold a hardened persona, so to see moments where one may shine through was like an early Christmas miracle! “I’d like to think some will take great pleasure in doling them out...” A brow quirked along with her head. “...as well as those receiving said punishments.” Stevie had to admit that having half the guards touch her in an intimate way wouldn’t be all that bad, but it also wouldn’t be all that welcome. She let out a small chuckle at the thought of people purposely fucking up to get in trouble. “Ahh, ex-military.” She was a pacifist of sorts, but she definitely respected those who put their life on the line for her to be able to royally fuck hers up. “I suppose we’ll see how the constant California sun treats you.” Stretching her arms up over her head, she shook everything out and smiled. “Perhaps you can get on life guard duty.” A hand absentmindedly motioned towards the pool, which was still such a foreign idea to her. She took a few steps to catch up to the guards pace before sucking her teeth with a shrug. “I was sentenced to 15, but when there’s a chance of parole, I’ll be pushing paper on that... Drugs are a hell of a thing.” She wasn’t proud of getting caught, but she didn’t regret anything she did.

[wtfhaiz-deactivated20200410]

A soft laugh fell from her lips, as she contemplated that – Krystal had still been a pre-teen when the whole Martha Stewart thing went down, and she didn’t remember a whole lot of what had been spewed about that…but she could still appreciate the humour there, if nothing else. Hell, she could only imagine what kind of crazy ass five star prison the rich and famous ended up in. “The food here is probably better than any bullshit I’d be living on at home anyway. It’s that good. Beats out microwave meals and crap,” She gave a shrug, thoughts going from food to the contemplation of job assignments. “Anything but janitorial…I’ll pass. I don’t want to clean up anybody’s shit.”

[msstevie-blog]

“I tried my best to keep food healthy when I was on the outside, and then all of the sudden, precooked things that I wouldn’t even want to feed to an animal was a thing. Some of it wasn’t so bad with hot sauce, but this - I think I’ll like living out some time here.” Not only was the food good, but things just generally felt cleaner. “My fingers are crossed for garden and grounds, but I suppose we’ll see what shitty hands some of us get dealt.” She paused for a moment. “...and let’s hope that’s just a metaphor.” Stevie’s brows rose as she let out a small chuckle.

[veronicamayfair-blog]

“Arguing with a guard will get you no where, inmate.” She teased with a playful smirk. Knowing Stevie’s parents hadn’t completely written her off upon conviction was a weight off Veronica’s shoulders. Yes, it still sucked but at least family support was still there. “I’m sure she would be more than happy to give you a hug if the opportunity presents itself, perhaps a little more. The woman would be a fool not to!”

[msstevie-blog]

“Wipe that smirk off your face...” She mumbled. “...I’m sure it could get me somewhere, if the tension were high enough.” A brow quirked as her lips pulled in the corner; a reminiscent thought of passion coming to mind. Sometimes an argument lead to very, very dominant interactions. Ones that had always been welcome in Stevie’s world. “I’d like to think she were a fool, if not.” Her free hand quickly motioned down her frame. “This body was made for hugging.” Among other things, of course.

[youngcxlt-deactivated20160802]

Colt was about to quip back but paused with lips pursed when the inmate decided she wasn’t in fact done with her response. She missed her squadmates something terribly but if someone told her that women banged up shared the same disgustingly lurid sense of humour as her platoon of deviants, she would have looked into the job sooner. It was good, she couldn’t deny that but the officer did manage to stifle her reaction and mute her smile. “No wonder this place is so soft is they’re dishing out oral as punishment.” Something very close to a smile made itself known and the brunette quirked a brow in response. “Shit’s gotta be bad if you’re the one feeling sorry for me. Could be worse, it could be some insipid beige crap - hard to command respect if you’re dressed head to toe like a turd. Black is imposing.” She had spent years dressed as either a tree or a rock, dependent on terrain, black was a breath of fresh air - probably not so fresh if one might stand near her after cooking in the sun for a few hours, mind you.

[msstevie-blog]

“It’s more than okay to crack a smile. I promise I won’t tell anyone else that it happened.” Her own lips curved upward as brows rose in amusement. “And I don’t think anyone’s actually gotten in trouble yet, but you know, there’s always that one.” Every prison had the one inmate who took it upon him or herself to talk a big game for no apparent reason. Things were a bit shit when it came to the way ‘respect’ was replaced with fear in most slammers, but it was the way the cookie crumbled. Stevie hadn’t heard of anyone doing anything ridiculous as of yet, though. Reaching for her toes, she nodded along with the woman’s words. “Darker colors are rather daunting, but they leave the pale looking paler.” Pulling herself to her feet, she did a once over of the other’s uniform and nodded. “I’d say you’ve got that under control, for now, and with time in the sun, well - you should be fine, Officer...?” She leaned over to take a peek at the name plate. “Colt. It’s nice to meet you; I’m Stevie.”