#caroldcnning

[gatekeepcr]

ʺ      𝐘𝐎𝐔   𝐃𝐎𝐍'𝐓   𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖   𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓   𝐓𝐇𝐄   𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐋   𝐘𝐎𝐔'𝐑𝐄   𝐃𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐆.   𝐈'𝐌   𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐎𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐓   !      ʺ         gemma   calls   ,   but   the   jail   door   slides   shut   with   a   bang   ,   and   gemma   finds   herself   locked   in   a   block   full   of   dangerous   women.   no   matter   how   bad   things   had   gotten   ,   she   certainly   never   envisioned   herself   here.   certainly   never   thought   that   tara   was   actually   smart   enough   to   pull   one   over   on   her   ,   or   to   land   her   here.   she   holds   tightly   to   her   bag   of   belongings   ,   clutching   them   to   her   body   as   she   wanders   towards   the   room   number   the   guard   had   read   off   ,      glancing   around   the   room   to   survey   her   potential   enemies   ,   mentally   taking   note   of   who   was   there.   but   only   when   she   towards   her   room   does   she   make   eye   contact   with   the   woman   seated   at   the   smallest   table   playing   cards.   carol.   shit.         /           @caroldcnning

[gatekeepcr]

𝐀   𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆   𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃   𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐒   ,   𝐂𝐔𝐏𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐆   𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑   𝐇𝐄𝐑   𝐄𝐘𝐄.   her   brow   was   split   ,   leaking   blood   down   onto   her   eyelid   ,   her   chest   heaves   as   she   takes   a   deep   breath   ,   her   lips   remaining   parted.   it   wasn’t   the   first   time   she’d   taken   a   hit   ,   and   it   certainly   wouldn’t   be   the   last   ,   and   still   she   has   to   take   a   moment   to   compose   herself   ,   glancing   at   the   doorway   ,   ensuring   that   she   hadn’t   made   any   noise   ,   that   there   weren’t   any   guards   coming.   among   outlaws   there   was   one   rule   ,   the   police   weren’t   to   be   contacted   ,   things   would   work   themselves   out   ,   and   it   worked   much   the   same   way   in   prison.   even   though   she’d   just   taken   a   fist   to   the   face   ,   she   know   that   it   was   better   not   to   call   the   guard.  

ʺ   𝐘𝐎𝐔   𝐅𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆   𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐂𝐇.   ʺ      𝐆𝐄𝐌𝐌𝐀   𝐒𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐒.            she   climbs   to   her   feet   slowly   ,   hands   curling   into   fists   and   pulling   up   in   front   of   her   face   ,   and   she   throws   a   punch   of   her   own   ,   aiming   for   the   woman’s   chin.         /      @caroldcnning

[fatalelity]

@caroldcnning asked: / kicks over a vase /

      ❝ ... that was nine hundred dollars. ❞

  words flat as the lack of amusement on her visage. perhaps, too jaded to be appalled   nor shocked. nothing truly phases her anymore.   phone in her fingertips, the number   of her cleaner on speed dial... it appears their routine is once again, disturbed. 

[righteousloss-a-blog]

@caroldcnning  said :  / kicks her legs out over his lap /

     “ no ,  yeah ,  that’s  fine ,  just  ...  go  ahead .  make  yourself  comfortable . ”

[righteousloss-a-blog]

@caroldcnning said:     / knocks his shield over / 

     “ uncalled  for . ”