Fandom |Orange is the new black|

[Spacing Out]

INMATES.

Welcome to Litchfield Penitentiary. You'll be going to serve your time in the minimum security block for your crimes. When you first arrive here, you'll be put in a temporary bunk. Unless you're a special case, you'll eventually move together to Cell Block A(where white prisoners spend their stay; otherwise known as "The Suburbs"), Cell Block B (where black prisoners live, otherwise known as "The Ghetto"), or Cell Block C (where hispanic prisoners live, otherwise known as "Spanish Harlem"). Of course, there's a Cell Block D & E, but you're most likely not going to be there, unless you're a minority here at Litchfield- an "other" or a "golden girl."


Oh, and you could end up in SHU (Solitary Housing Unit) or Psych (the Psychiatric Ward) but you wouldn't want that.


Enjoy your stay.
​

 

[AshleyTheNarwhal]

H a z e l

​

The roar of Hazel's Camaro came to halt as she pulled up to the strip club she worked at. She got out of her car and pulled her suitcase of costumes behind her. It was another busy Saturday night, lots of guys, lots of money. She sat in her dressing room she lit up a blunt and smoked it while she did her make up. She had on a neon pink bikini top and neon blue thong. Her high heels were both pink and blue. Once she was done they called her to the main stage to do her routine.


[media]



[/media]
She was friends with the DJ so she was one of the only girls who truly got to pick her music. She walked up to the pole and started doing her routine, patrons throwing money onto the stage. She took her top off and started doing tricks on the pole. While she was dancing she saw a bunch of regulars, they usually pay pretty well. Once her song was over she grabbed her money waved and got off stage and went back into the dressing room. She counted her money and put it deep in her bag.


She threw on a tank top and short shorts and vans on before leaving to go to her car. As she was walking another car pulled up next to her. The guy rolled down his window. :how much baby?" He said. She turned and looked at him...he was pretty cute. She smiled. "How much you got?" She asked He held up a big wad of cash. She got in the car. Instead of going to some skeevy motel the man took her to jail.

​

A hand was placed over Hazel's mouth "You're gonna get us caught if you keep moaning so loud." One of the male correctional officers said. She looked down at him and smiled and bit her lip. After they were done the security guard left first and she waited awhile before she left.


Hazel made her way to the showers humming to herself. She stripped down and turned the cold water on and washed up. This isn't going to be so bad. She thought to herself. While she showered she danced around a little. partly due to her good mood, partly to keep herself warm. Once she was done in the shower she put her not so flattering jumpsuit on. She combed her hair with a comb she just bought the other day after finally getting some money. She also got her first pair of flip flops for the shower.


Some of the other girls showed her some tricks to make our own makeup in here and she used them everyday to try to make herself look as nice as possible. She was always used to being done up and looking good.


It was time for her to go do her job She made her way to the kitchen and put a hair net on and began cooking for the day. They were having "meat loaf" She chuckled. "Yeah...Meatloaf..."

 

[designervaginer]

Forrest







Beep beep beep





Forrest's alarm clock starting ringing, he sighed and rolled over to turn it off. He pushed the button, it stopped. He sat up and looked around, it was still dark outside. He got up and threw on some sweatpants and a hoodie and his sneakers. Forrest stood in his kitchen making his morning nutrtion shake. He sat on the arm of his couch watching the news while he finished his shake. He shook is head at all the shootings tht have been going on. "What has this world come to? Such a shame." He threw his cup in the sink and went out the front door. He jogged for a couple hours every moring before he had to go to work. It helped him relieve stress. Plus he liked seeing the sun come up.


When he got home he went in the shower and got ready. He always dressed very nice for work. Button up shirt slacks, tie, the works. He looked at himself in the mirror ad sighed. He looked tired. Forrest wiped his eyes but it didn't remove the dark circle from them.


It was a short drive to the prison, he lived nearby. Some classic rock played from his car radio as he pulled up to the guard station. Once they saw it was him they waved him through. He parked in his usual spot and grabbed his things. He showed his adge to the guards outside of the parking lot, they let him in the building. He slid his ID card though the door of the locked women's unit. He waved to the girls as he walked to his office, which he never kept locked. He always let his girls come talk to him any time.


He got his office. He put his meals away in his mini fridge along with a couple drinks and water. He sat down and opened his computer and sifted through a bunch of emails he had received. He was ready for the day.

 

[Spacing Out]

Maria Clara Silva

Maria walked out of the Harlem showers already dressed in her usual attire. Her khaki pants matched her shirt and sneakers. Her hair was tied up into a top bun, hidden inside it was tampons to make sure when her hair was dried it would fall in lavished curls. She had til the end of breakfast to hustle to her salon, and she planned to spend the time that remained wisely.


She made her way to an office. Knocking on the door to create a beat before opening it."Hola Sr. bosque"she said with a grin. She closed the door behind her prior to sitting in the chair before him. "I would ask if you had something for me but I'm guessing it'll be healthy."


She examined her appearance, notably the dark circle around his eyes and his hair. " You know I have a remedy to make the dark circles go away and for your hair... I think you need a new look. Probably if you accepted my offer of coming to the salon I can make you look like Channing Tatum. Heard he is all the rage with the women."


She adjusted herself to make herself comfortable in her seat beginning to adjust her hair and the mention of the word. She had no prisonmade makeup at the moment but decided to do it in his office. It didn't seem like a problem to her and didn't expect it to be for him. "So what are your plans today Fitness?" She asked quite intrigued by the nickname she came up with on the fly.
​

@designervaginer

 

[LitatheShyGhostie]

Catalina Vasquez




Catalina silently placed books in their proper place, moving the science fiction away from the law books, and the romance away from the fantasy books. She hated how lazy the other girls could be, just throwing books wherever they wanted.


"Goddamn lazy girls."Cat muttered. At least the CO's weren't as lazy, some of them actually tried to put books where they were supposed to. "Oi Blondie! Put that book back where you found it!" She yelled at a girl trying to stash a random book in a section she just finished re-organizing. Catalina stared at the girl, making sure she put the novel back in its proper place. "Now get out of here and don't let me catch you doing that again or we're gonna have problems comprende?"

 

[General_warNpeace]

Chemo Wayne

​

"They send me away to find them a fortune


A chest filled with diamonds and gold


The house was awake


With shadows and monsters


The hallways they echoed and groaned,"


Chemo sang softly as she worked. Most of her attention on the broken lamp in front of her as she tried to make it work while the rest focused on ignoring of the dirty looks she received for being loud or the looks of appreciation her nice voice earned her. She liked singing while she worked and nothing was going to stop her. Especially not when she was so close to finally getting this damned lamp to work after an entire week. Perhaps I should have clarified when I said I knew how to fix things it was more about computers and cars then lamps and heaters, she thought irritated as she was shocked once again. Continuing on as she continued singing she wondered if she could get the lamp to work before it was time to eat. If I do I can get the rest of the day off.





Suddenly much more energized Chemo reached for a screwdriver as she looked at the lamp in a new light. I will fix you!





"And all the kids cried out,


"Please stop, you're scaring me."


I can't help this awful energy


Goddamn right, you should be scared of me


Who is in control?

 

[Catharsis]

Blaze

Blaze worked quietly, sewing and stitching fabrics together carefully to ensure the perfect product. She ran her thumb across the soft pink satin underwear that she had been working on for nearly twenty minutes and smiled, looking around to check for any of the guards eye's before stuffing them in her bra. Once she was sure they were secure, she caught a quards attention and got permisson to go to the restroom. She walked throigh the corrider with her hands by her side, rubbing each of her fingers together one by one to soothe herself. She made it to the bathroom, and began to hum softly. She walked into a stall and popped open the metal trashcan that always hung on the left side and placed the newly designed panties underneath the spot where the trashbag was, where she would collect them later.

"Look, if you're gonna steal my clothes could you at least try to be secretive about it?" Miranda's voice was followed by a balled up shirt smacking Blaze on the bed. "I didn't steal it. Mom put it in my room after the last wash, Nimrod." she replied, rubbing the spot where Miranda's t-shirt had hit her moments ago. Blaze ran her tongue over her blue and pink braces, reaching for a bookmark to hold the spot in the book she had been reading before the interruption. "Whatever you say lil' shrimp." Miranda responded, grabbing her t-shirt from the floor. She sat down on the bed beside Blaze and leaning up against a large teddy bear for extra comfort . "Hey, you wanna ride with me to grab something to eat? Mom left early, and I'm starving." she asked, tossing the T-shirt up in the air. "Yeah, sure.." Blaze replied, feeling a bit uncertain about the invitation.




Blaze walked back to the whispers factory and smiled at the guard before she sat back down in her seat.

Just another boring day.

Julio

Julio jumped up, grabbing the black bar above him. He lifted himself up and down thirty times, sweat sliding down his cheeks. Once he had finished his usual routine he grabbed his toothbrush off his bed side table and headed to his bathroom, where he started the hot water before sliding off his boxers and stepped under the warm water. He scrubbed himself down and brushed his teeth, staring up at the white ceiling and watching as the steam flew up to the vents, slowly clearing the room until more steam created itself. He stopped the water and wrapped a towel around himself and walked to his kitchen, leaving wet footprints behind him.

He enjoyed his morning cereal and flickered on the news, chewing slowly so that he could hear the anchor over the sound of chewing. Julio looked down at his smart phone, seeing that it was almost time for him to clock in at work. Despite the threat of being late, he still took his time. Finishing up another news story before going to get dressed.

 

[AshleyTheNarwhal]

H a z e l

​

Once Hazel got done with her duties in the kitchen she could find grab a bite to eat herself. She got in line with her tray and got served some oat meal, fruit and milk. She sighed "Thanks." She said to the line worker. SHe turned around and looked at the near empty cafeteria. Was she really one of the first ones here? She shrugged and went and sat down at one of tables. She nibbled on her food. She wasn't a big fan of oatmeal but it's what they had. Maybe that's why she's lost ten pounds being in here because of the gnarly food. She couldn't wait to get out and eat some Red Lobster...or iHop. Thinking about coffee made her drool. She could buy coffee at the little store here, but it was over priced and shitty. She huffed to herself.


Once she was done eating she had nothing really else to do. She wandered around until she came onto the library. She walked around and examined the shelves, trying to pick out something to read. She saw a chick try to just shove a book somewhere and one of the library attendants give her major shit. She giggled. She found a decent looking book. Hazel sat down with her book and started reading. "Morning Catalina~"

@LitatheShyGhostie

 

[designervaginer]

Forrest







Forrest was deeo in though when Maria came in, it almost startled him. She sat up in his chair and smiled. "Good morning Maria." He pulled some papers out that pertained to Maria's case. "You're probably right considering it looked like your hair is on the rag and could use something high in Iron." He said playfully, a soft chuckle escaped his lips. He thought about it for a minute and remembered he did have something from the other day he never ate. He opened his bottom drawer and pulled out a snickers. He tossed it to her. "Happy?" He asked. He raised an eyebrow when she mentioned him coming to the salon and whatnot. "I appriciate the offer Maria but I don't want you slicing my throat beacuse of all the bad jokes I tell..I think i'll stick with Sports clips...plus Channing Tatum had nothing on me." He pulled out a pen. "How have you been doing lately, do you need anything?" He asked getting ready to write to fill in his report. He had to work on these today.

@Robyn Banks

 

[TheEscapist]

There was a long and complicated list of things that Hasumi hated in life. If she had to choose,she would put "waking up early"right on top. She finished the showers,struggling against the yawning that threatened to leave her mouth. Leaning in the ground and dying seemed like a great idea,but since she wasn't one of the losers she wasn't going to do that.


No,Hasumi was the kind that survived.


Her body leaned against the wall of the bathroom as she prepared for another day. The determination in her mind was quite settled into a singular path: making contacts. Two years in prison and she still wasn't sure if gathering allies in this prison was all that important. But Hasumi didn't like to be lonely either,so it was either this or brooding in the bathroom all day. Not that many of the girls wanted to talk to her anyway. They were all hesitant around the homicide convict.


After dressing into her usual prison clothes,Hasumi growled at her reflection.


"I'm little but I'm coming for the crown." And with that,she left the bathroom.


Her glance fell upon some of the other women as she walked through the corridors,and she couldn't help but inspect them with curious eyes. Who was worthy,anyway? Well,she would have to find out lately. Her job was going to start soon and she had to not...be a bitch today. Now that would be hard. One of the girls was already in there,and the fact that she was singing and seemed...happy made Hasumi frown. Oh well.


"Good morning." Hasumi dropped by her side and pulled a radio to her hands. "Maybe if I throw this at a wall it will miraculously get better."





Instead of doing that,she carefully started to inspect the problems before using the screwdriver. @Crimson smile

 

[General_warNpeace]

Chemo Wayne

​

Chemo paused in her new song as she glanced at the girl beside her. She wasn't one Chemo recognized though this early in her stay Chemo had only met a few woman. It was hard to meet anyone else as they tended to stick to their own groups and Chemo hadn't known which group to join in so had mainly stayed alone. Well no time to make friends then the present.


Chuckling Chemo motioned to the shattered plastic on the back of the radio allowing the wires to hang out with her screwdriver. "I think that's how it got broke in the first place. Give it a try though. If I find it funny enough I may take the shot for you. Maybe, it will help me get an idea on how to fix my own shit." She motioned to the lamp that was finally flickering." An entire week wasted and I get flickers. I'm pretty sure there's a loose wire in it but honestly I'm not really devoted enough to go in and fix it." Pausing as she realized she was rambling a bit she looked back at the girl. "I'm Chemo by the way, you are?"

 

[LeaElle]

Alanis Layton


[Arson]

​

Mornings in Litchfield were always pretty much routine-- That's what Alanis had came to find out during her odd number of months being incarcerated there. Of course, many of the inmates would talk amongst each other in the cafeteria. But other than that, most of her personal experience in prison has been rather dull, in her opinion. And honestly, that's exactly how she wanted it to be. She didn't seek out to get involved in any of the drama in Litchfield; She just wanted to serve her unjust sentence and get out of that place. And who knows: If things went well, maybe she would get released earlier. That was just some kind of hopeful wishing that she had in mind, at least.

So, after her routine of getting up from sleeping, going off to the "Ghetto's" shower for daily hygienic practices, and eating some of the most bland food that she has ever tasted, Alanis reported to the library for her daily duty. She didn't really get there early-- as she never does. She honestly takes her time going most places in the prison. The young adult figured that it shouldn't matter whether she shows up early or on time for events and such in prison. It's prison, right? And in prison, all you had was time..

By the time she arrived into the prison's library, there were already other inmates inside of the room-- a mix between library workers and just other inmates who wanted to check out some books or just hang out.

"Mmph.." Alanis hummed out under her breath, not really enthusiastic about being in the library. But, she couldn't exactly complain much about it. It wasn't too much required and the most dangerous thing you could receive in there was probably an aggravating paper cut. And with that thought, she decided to carry out with her assigned job in there.

Coming across a pile of books upon one of the tables, Alanis grabbed a few of them and walked towards the bookshelves to start putting them back in an organized fashion. However, by the time she was done placing those three or four books back on their designated shelves, Alanis honestly thought her work was done for now. So, trying to hide away from the majority of the people in the library, she went all the way to the back of the room and leaned back against the back wall behind the bookshelves. Alanis crossed her arms over her chest and allowed a mean-looking expression to settle upon her face.

​