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Vanity Feller. 29. Inmate at Platinum Bay Penitentiary. [roleplay account only]

[veronicamayfair-blog]

Though Veronica had off during the day the guard had picked up an extra day shift just to help keep her eyes on the inmates as they swam about. Dressed in a suimsuit of her own, because she wasn’t about to stay out of the water, she almost ran into one of the inmates on her way out. “Ohh! Hey! Sorry about that.” She chuckled. “Mind is elsewhere today.” And it was. The place was more like a resort than a prison which was baffling at times. “You headed for a swim?”

[vanityfeller-blog]

“Yeah, I am,” Vanity responded easily. For some reason, being around the guards wasn’t as worrying as she thought it would be. Then again, maybe it had something to do with the fact that she kept forgetting she was in prison. Sure, she remembered it often enough when she looked down at herself or saw the other inmates or even went to work, but it was those brief fleeting moments that made her forget. Plus, the fact they had a pool, beach and hot tub didn’t help either. “The pool was calling my name.” Vanity looked the other woman over briefly, noting her own swimsuit. “Seems like I’m not the only one with that idea.”

[lclith-blog]

Lily had been thinking deeply, just about how she was safer here than out there. What would happen when she actually got back out? Would they be waiting to take her home, or would she be free? She wanted to be free, and this placed seemed to be that first step to take. Anything was better than being home with those two horrid human beings. Soon enough she heard a voice, and she slowly turned her head to see a woman whom she knew she shared a cell block with, and at her words she laughed lightly, nodding. “I do indeed. Especially at this point its very peaceful. Might as well take advantage of that until the prison starts to get full. I don’t believe we haven’t officially spoken yet. I’m Lily.”

[vanityfeller-blog]

“Vanity,” the brunette responded easily. “Good to meet you.” She wasn’t sure if it was really, but it was the socially acceptable thing to say. Plus, it allowed her to start building a rapport with this woman, and any alliances were good alliances as far as Vanity was concerned right now. She hadn’t found her feet in this prison, which was frustrating enough, so to build her way to the top she was going to need allies. This girl seemed okay. “I’m glad we’re here before it’s full,” she mused. It allowed them the opportunity to get to know the ins and outs of the prison, and to get to know the other inmates and the guards. She didn’t like lots of people as a general rule, so she was hoping there wasn’t a lot more inmates to come. “Gotta enjoy it while it lasts.”

[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?”

[vanityfeller-blog]

Vanity hadn’t been planning on complaining about the swimsuits - because hello, swimsuits! - but she laughed at the other woman’s comment. “You would think they wouldn’t want us hiding,” she looked down at herself, clad in a modest two-piece. It wouldn’t have been her first choice, but then again, none of this was exactly her first choice. “Pool,” she answered the question easily. It provided the opportunity to swim laps, which was satisfyingly dull. It allowed her brain to churn over and over on itself, whilst keeping her body toned. She’d always been a fan. “You?”

[wtfhaiz-deactivated20200410]

Thinking about it, Krystal couldn’t possibly guess what most people had done to wind up in jail. They wouldn’t all be drug related; but then again, they wouldn’t all be like Vanity’s, either. Who even knew what would they could have done? She was sure, in a place like this, nobody had done anything akin to murder or the like, but outside of that? Well, her brain wasn’t creative enough to figure it out. “Yeah, I guess not. If there were, well, there’d probably be a lot less art museums in business.”

[vanityfeller-blog]

Vanity actually laughed at the other woman’s joke, surprising herself. She hadn’t meant to drop her guard, but this inmate did seem like a good alliance to have. Plus, anyone who was almost in awe of her work was definitely in her good books. “Well, you’re not wrong,” she answered after a moment. Gesturing to a table off to her right, she turned her gaze back to Krystal. “I was just gonna sit and eat. Do you and your floor-food wanna join?” she gave a pointed glance down at Krystal’s tray, remembering the spill that had caused her to stop in the first place. “Or do ya want fresh stuff?” In regular prisons, she knew ‘fresh stuff’ probably wasn’t an option. But this wasn’t regular prison; this was Platinum Bay. 

[brokenspy]

Perhaps it had been a stupid thing to say – but Lydia didn’t exactly have much experience with committing crime. Sure, her parents and brothers were cops, but that didn’t mean she knew much at all about the people they arrested; and even now, this was so new to her. Considering she’d wanted to be a doctor…this was kind of a world away from that, and she was still getting used to that. “Sorry, that was probably a stupid thing to say. It’s – difficult, you know? The women in here are just people too, I don’t really know how I’m supposed to act. It’s weird. You know what I mean?”

[vanityfeller-blog]

It was a little strange to be conversing this casually with a guard, wasn’t it? Vanity wouldn’t know. It wasn’t like she’d been in prison before. But she’d heard that the guards were to be respected and obeyed, or else. But Platinum Bay didn’t seem like the kind of place to have an ‘or else’ clause. Plus, it was almost jarring to think that these guards were just as unsettled, if not more so, than she was. It opened up a wide range of possibilities. Not that she’d ever mention that. “I think I do,” she said, more out of an attempt at solidarity than genuine understanding. It was weird, being in prison,but Vanity was just going to be herself and try not to start shit. Maybe things were different with the guards. “It’s new and weird and...” she trailed off, then flashed the other woman a smile. Building rapport was her best bet here. “I get you. It’ll settle down soon.”

[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.

[vanityfeller-blog]

Vanity had taken to passing time by wandering the outside of the building, taking in its features and exploring the general layout of the yard. It wasn’t that she didn’t want to be inside - the place was lovely enough - but the outdoors just held something more interesting. Spying a woman leaning against the wall, she decided to approach. The quickest way to passing time in here was going to be making connections and alliances with people, and it didn’t hurt that the other inmates were interesting characters in and of themselves. If she remembered this correctly, this was the woman sharing a cell block with her. She seemed decent enough, and right now looked about as happy as one could behind bars. “You like being outside?”

[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.”

[wtfhaiz-deactivated20200410]

Surprised? You bet. Krystal always expected most people were like her; in for drug dealing, or other somewhat petty (in the grand scheme of things) crime. Stealing expensive art? That sounded pretty badass. She was not, however, going to admit that she thought so; it probably didn’t bode well for a prisoner to be admitting certain crimes could be considered impressive. How was she meant to remain chill, and avoid the crap out of getting into any kind of trouble, if she complimented her on such a thing? “Jeez. That’s – pretty wild, actually,” The brunette settled on saying that much, a light laugh tumbling from her lips. “I wasn’t expecting anything like that, I’ll be honest. I assumed mostly dealers and stuff. That sounds pretty big.”

[vanityfeller-blog]

Vanity couldn’t help the broad grin that tugged at her lips at the other woman’s praise. She tamped it down, however, instead just settling for a self-satisfied smirk. Yes, it was pretty wild. It wasn’t exactly the most glamorous or badass thing she’d done, but it was what landed her here and she supposed that it was a good enough story. “I’m sure there are plenty of dealers here,” Vanity glanced around the room. “Probably not a whole lot of people who do what I do.” Which was true. It was why she was successful. You find a niche, you exploit it. 

[brokenspy]

Nodding, Lydia knew exactly what Vanity was talking about – who could actually complain? Yes, these women were still in prison, but it definitely could be a lot worse. Most prisoners would probably kill to be in such a chilled out place, with amazing food and a freaking hot tub? Hell, it was probably better than most people’s homes half the time, let alone prisons. “You know, it really is. I know you guys are still in prison, but this place? Well, it’s pretty damn nice. I’m sure people would willingly get caught if they new there were places to go like this one.”

[vanityfeller-blog]

A place like Platinum Bay was more than Vanity could have ever hoped for in a prison. Sure, it was nothing like her apartment back home, but it had a hot tub and her own room and good food. That was enough for her, really. “Willingly get caught?” Vanity’s manicured brows hitched towards her hairline at the phrasing. She would never have wished to get caught, even if she’d known there was a place like this waiting for her. But hey, different strokes for different folks. “Maybe. Not me, but some people, sure.”

[kgianakos-blog]

“I want to say royalty is probably treated a bit better, but this is damn near close to it.” Katerina had always believed in rehabilitation for some of the people she helped throw in the slammer, but Platinum Bay was – well, it was above and beyond. “That’s understandable.” She mused, nodding a bit. “I’ve been settling in well enough. There’s certainly nothing to complain about.” 

[vanityfeller-blog]

“I mean, I don’t know how royalty is treated,” Vanity let one side of her mouth drift up in a smirk. “But this is good enough for me.” And it was. She wasn’t going to complain one bit about this, especially knowing there were people who had it much worse. In fact, probably everyone who wasn’t here in Platinum Bay had it worse. “Great,” Vanity replied. She supposed it would be easy enough for the guards to settle in. It wasn’t like this place would be hard to work in. “I’m with you on that one.”

[drgburke-blog]

The laughter caused the doctors smile to grow a bit. It was nice the inmates all seemed to have a wonderful sense of humor, all aside from the one who was just sent to another prison for her lackluster attitude. “Unfortunately for you peeing in a cup, a small follicle test, and a mouth swab will be required this go around. After this first test there will be urine tests if something is to pop up about drug use in Platinum Bay along with random mouth swabs.” Basically, everyone was fine unless drugs were found in a cell… or that’s how Gwen interpreted what was going to be happening. “Candy is vital to living.” She chuckled. “I don’t know what I would do without my chocolate fix.” Chocolate and wine but the latter wasn’t something to be mentioned. “I take it the guards are treating you well?”

[vanityfeller-blog]

“Yay for cup-peeing,” Vanity said, completely unenthusiastically. She was completely prepared to do whatever it took to comply with the doctor’s requests; it was really in her best interests. Plus, it wasn’t like she had anything to hide. Cons were her thing, not drugs. “The guards are great,” genuine surprise worked its way into Vanity’s voice. She hadn’t expected the guards to actually be nice people, but here they were. She hadn’t been yelled at or abused yet, which was what she’d been warned about. So far, so great. “We’re all blue skies here. This whole place is amazing.”

[veronicamayfair-blog]

Laughter rang out through the halls at the inmates reply back. Cheeky. Veronica liked cheeky as it kept things interesting. “It’s hard for a shift to be stimulating when there aren’t a lot of people to come by right now.” The guard shrugged  as eyes continued to scan the different items the inmates could purchase. “It will pick up as time goes on.” Guards lives were hardly interesting for the time being but the blonde wasn’t about to complain to an inmate. If word got around Veronica was bored out of her mind no telling what the inmates or her bosses would do. “Being a guard isn’t too bad.” She smiled. “I get exercise trolling the halls, good food when I’m on duty, titillating conversations with you all, and then there’s the comfortable bed provided to me.”

[vanityfeller-blog]

“You’re here, so that’s something,” Vanity grinned. It wasn’t like she’d been super busy, so the guard’s presence was more than welcome. It was something to do; someone to talk to. “I’m sure I’ll be busy as a bee in no time,” the faux excitement in Vanity’s voice made herself laugh. “Sounds great,” she hummed a little. “Maybe I shoulda been a guard instead.”

[wtfhaiz-deactivated20200410]

It would be nice being here; she could feel it. As long as nothing changed, and it stayed as awesome as it was? Then she was gonna be fine. Who would hate staying in a place this nice? She just hoped nothing changed! If this was all some set up, then she was screwed – but she was sure it was fine. The people were alright, and she supposed if she had to talk to them about her crime to make some allies, then so be it. She’d talked to people in her previous prisons about them, after all. “Drugs. I was a dealer – so, uh, yeah. That’s about it. Got caught, nothing much else to it. …What did you do?”

[vanityfeller-blog]

“Nice,” Vanity nodded slowly, taking in the other girl’s words. It was always interesting to her to know what people had done to get behind bars. What their backstory was. Knowing the people, knowing how they worked, that was always so interesting to her. It was part of how she’d managed to build her business so well, after all. Vanity herself wasn’t a fan of drugs - they inhibited her faculties too much and didn’t allow her to do her job well enough - but hey, to each their own. She had her business, they had theirs. And getting to know people in here might be good in the long run. Making allies and all that. So far, this inmate seemed decent enough. “Let’s just say mine involved explosives, a heavily armed safe, and some old and expensive art pieces.” Not that she’d actually managed to get away with the art, but that was by far the least interesting part of the story. 

[kgianakos-blog]

“I can’t deny that one bit. I was surprised to see everything they have to offer, honestly…” She paused for a moment; her gaze turning to meet the inmate. “I’ve seen the cages they keep some animals in. Platinum Bay is like a country club, in comparison.” Katerina supposed some people who were locked up actually deserved such a treatment, but that was never something she’d say out loud… The judicial system was beyond fucked up at times. Either way, all of the inmates were sitting pretty fucking happy since arriving, and they certainly were not to blame. A fucking pool and hot tub. “Have you settled in well?”

[vanityfeller-blog]

“We’re treated like royalty,” Vanity laughed a little. “Not that I’m complaining.” She could have ended up in some shithole, but she’d been far too careful about that. Of course, the wealth she’d accumulated helped in securing her place here, instead of one of the less hospitable prisons. “It’s about what you’d expect,” she answered. Sure, it was easy enough to settle in, but it was still prison, after all, no matter how nicely they were treated. “And you?”

[brokenspy]

The previous night had been Lydia’s first night on overnight guard duty, which pretty much explained why she was so tired – it was hard to get used to sleeping in such a place for the first time. Perhaps it was easier for the prisoners, but for the guards? Not so much, in her case at least. “I was here last night, actually. It’s just hard, first night and all, you know? But it’ll be alright,” She knew it would be after a few goes; it was just a whole new world for her. “How are you finding Platinum Bay so far?”

[vanityfeller-blog]

“Yeah, pretty sure I saw ya here,” Vanity responded. If she remembered correctly, this was the overnight guard n her block. But she wasn’t entirely sure. She hadn’t been paying the most attention, which was probably an oversight on her part. She’s picked up her game since then, though. At the guard’s question, vanity looked around, taking in the room. It was one of the best places she could have ever hoped to end up, honestly. “I hardly even feel like I’m in prison,” she answered. “This place is a paradise.”

[ragingemerson]

Charlotte’s eyebrow quirked at the comment, but she said nothing. “You planning on making a visit?” she asked. She knew there wasn’t a lot she could do to prove whether or not an inmate was planning an attack; it was a guard’s job. “Or are you planning on sending someone to me?”

[vanityfeller-blog]

“Hey, we’re all blue skies here,” Vanity held up both hands with a light chuckle. “Not planning on having much to do with you at all.” And that was true. The last thing she wanted was to be involved in fights, whether she won or lost. If someone attacked her, she’d have no real choice, but still. No scheduled doctor’s visits in her future. “Just good to know people in good places.”

[wtfhaiz-deactivated20200410]

If things were going to change suddenly, she wasn’t sure when it would be, or what exactly would happen – but she was certainly waiting for the other shoe to drop. Krystal wasn’t entirely sure if it ever was, or what it would be, but it couldn’t all be plain sailing, could it? Something in the place had to suck. They still couldn’t leave and roam around where they wanted, sure, but that was about it. Who would even want to leave, when it was this good? She was happy to be stuck in such a place. “I don’t know if lucky is the right word – but compared to other prisoners, I guess. I barely even feel like I’m being punished,” She shrugged, though the contemplative look on her face shifted into a smile. “Krystal.”

[vanityfeller-blog]

“It’s better than anywhere I’ve heard about,” Vanity replied. Her sister had told her all about the dangers of getting caught, all the awful things that awaited her if they went to prison. But this was nothing like she’s said. The guards, the food, the rooms, everything far exceeded her expectations for the place. She was just grateful she’d managed to get in. And hey, maybe serving her time here wouldn’t be so bad. Get in, do the time, get out. “Well hey, great to meet ya,” Vanity returned the other woman’s smile, tilting her head a little. “How’d you end up here?”