↝ ╎╎╎ The Bluff County Juvenile Detention Center ╎╎╎ ↜ (Actual RP)

Psychedelia

Psychedelia

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Macy stared at the floor as she leaned back against the cold, stone wall. She tightened her grip on the sheet as she glanced up and out into the walkway. Through the bars of her cell door, she could see many other teens, some looked older and more aggressive, while others looked smaller and closer to her age. Macy sighed as she walked to the door and grasped two of the bars. She looked up and down the hallway but didn't she any guards at the moment. She just hoped nobody tried anything stupid.


Jared paced back in forth inside his cell, debating any possible escape. He knew it would be nearly impossible but it may be worth a shot. He sat on the edge of the thing they had claimed to be a bed. It wasn't very much like any bed he had seen, though. The bottom was made of metal bars that came out of the wall. The mattress was very thin and uncomfortable. Jared just sat and studied the bed for awhile, examining the structure as if it were a three-eyed monster. Eventually, he just laid out the sheet, placed the pillow, and rolled to his back to star at the ceiling.
 
Autumn had only been at Bluff Country Juvenile for a week and had seem so many people come and go. Some of the kids had been here for years, and new ones came in every day. She had a cellmate yesterday. Her name was Gia and talked to herself. The big guys decided that Gia belonged more in a place that would help her mentally rather than juvie. Autumn wished she had a mental illness. They had it so easy. Instead she was a rich princess stuck in kiddie jail for graffiti. She felt like a bad Lifetime movie.
 
Cam had plopped down on her so called bed as soon as she was left there. Better than sleeping on a night club's bench, that was for sure. She knew there was another person with her on her cell - her cellmate, was it? - but she didn't even take the time to shoot her a glance, she just wanted to rest. Her first day on that place and she was sure she'd soon get out. She just needed to get her hands on a computer and that'd be all. They should have taken her to prison, they should have known better . . . She was yet to be informed, she would, by no means, be allowed near an electronic device apart from an old phone and maybe a Tv, if there was one. No computers for the hacker girl after all.
 
Margaret winced as the guard threw her into the cell, resisting the urge to whirl on him and snarl, not that she hand the energy to. It was terrifying how easy these people tossed them around, as if they weren't under aged... as if they weren't human. She hoped her sister had faired better than she had, she thought rubbing the arm where she was grabbed. The kids in the cells had been pretty scary looking, she had no doubt she could hold her own against one but if she got ganged up on it was over....


Sitting down gently on her bed she pressed her back against the wall in fear of what was to happen, for her and her sister. Who she was going to protect no matter what.
 
Ben was pushed into her cell and she frowned. Her mind was filled with venom towards her father. 'Only his stupid *ss could have gotten me caught.' she thought bitterly. She huffed and threw her bag of belongings she was allowed to have in the cell on the bottom bunk. She didn't see any stuff on it so she guessed it was hers now. If the girl had a problem, tough. She put her hands behind her head and sighed. Living here would be easy. Stay quiet, don't be raped, don't be killed. Simple.
 
Macy watched the other girls in their cells. She didn't want to seem weird, she was just trying to figure out their personalities by their actions. Maybe it would help her understand why they were there. She's never been in a fight so she didn't want to offend anyone by watching any longer. She walked back over to her bed and plopped down. Sighing heavily, she pulled out a small notepad and a tiny pencil, the only kind she was allowed, and began to sketch her kitten. Of course, she probably wont see her again until she's already grown to be a cat.


Jared groaned as he rolled to his side. He had forgotten about the bruised rib. He slowly turned over onto his back again. He noticed the small, barred window across the cell. He couldn't make out any significant buildings but he did see lots of trees. Figuring not much would be going on, he closed his eyes and let his thoughts take over. Eventually, he found himself drifting off to sleep.
 
(Jared? You wanna share a cell with Remy?)




Remy

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Son of a b***h! What kind of bastard threw his own partner in jail? That- that was bullsh*t, and no, he was not going to ask to have his language pardoned, even inside of his own head. This was just so- so- well, not unfair, but certainly unexpected. He and Fletcher were close, right? I mean, sure, yeah, Fletcher was older than him and that put a little awkward distance in their relationship but it was a relationship. A fairly steady, well formed, good relationship. So what'd he have to go and take him in for?





Of course, in Fletcher's defence he was a cop and pulling Remy in when he caught him picking up things that weren't his was kind of his job, but still! Didn't the fact that they were sleeping together (that they were living together) have any sway? Didn't dating a cop get you an automatic 'get out of jail free' card?





Apparently not. Which sucked. Because Fletcher was a good cop - he noticed things, unlike some idiots who had watched Fletcher pocket things right under their noses and hadn't noticed at all. The perks of being a magician, of course - excellent slight of hand. Excellent slight of hand that Fletcher could see right through which was super unfair (not to mention the fact that it spoiled a great number of his tricks, it was a good thing he didn't comment during his performances). His fault for being careless, of course. But really, it was just so- so shiny and big and perfect and how could he not have taken it? And of course Fletcher had been watching and of course he had seen and of course he had made him return it to the shop owner and fess up and of course that had been the one shop keeper who actually wanted to press charges for it.





Luck was not in his favour today. Not at all. And so he found himself dressed in orange (orange! Bright, glaring orange! It was awful!) and chained at the wrists as he was brought up to his new home, his new cell, new cellmate for the next several weeks. He resisted the urge to wince as the door slammed behind him, gritting his teeth against the sound and raising one rueful eyebrow as he looked over where he was stuck for the rest of his sentence.





"Charming place you got here, the piss scent really makes it." he greeted his new cellmate, his tone sardonic and dry.










Drake

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Well this sucked. Sucked harder than a mouth firm over pulsating skin, sucked harder than the skin beneath those lips, and it tasted a hulluva lot worse too. Drake offered a bored half glare at the guard escorting him back, a look that said he was either too tired or too lazy to put up too much of an effort today. Most likely the latter. He had greeted the warden with enough flirtatious intent that it had gained him a heavy hit, and his left temple still throbbed from it. Probably should have learned his lesson the last time he did that but hey, old habits died hard. And really, with this being trip six the man should just be expecting it by now. It was a wonder he still managed to shock him, really.





He allowed himself to be led into his cell - same as last time, and it looked like they hadn't cleaned it out since then. Delightful. Nose wrinkling at the stench he moved back and flopped back onto his bunk, the familiar feeling of metal under a thin not-qutie-a-mattress pressing into his back as he hit it with a dull thud. Not exactly home sweet home, but not much worse than anywhere else.
 
(Yeah that sounds good)


Jared was trying to ignore the sound of the other cell doors but he just couldn't. He finally gave up on trying to fall back to sleep. Frustrated, he opened his eyesand swung his legs over the edge of the bed. He rubbed his eyes quickly and harshly. Jared stared off down the hall as a new male approached, followed by a guard. He watched as his new cellmate entered. He smirked at the face and following comment he had made. "Tell me about it," Jared replied as he manuvered himself back into a laying position.


Macy continued to draw, wincing at the noises of the cell doors. She hated being here. She knew that it was her fault but she wished she had never done it. How cliché, she thought. The lonely girl in juvie regrets her decision and wants to go home. But that didn't matter. She had to pretend that none of this bothered her. Macy finished her drawing and admired it for a long tme before closing the notepad. She stuck the notepad, along with the tiny pencil, underneath her matress. Macy had to wedge it just right for it to not fall.
 
The punch missed Ivan by a mile. Not literally, but figuratively. One of the prisoners had been acting up (none of you guys) and instead of immediately making him unconscious with one of 39 ways, Ivan decided to test the teenager's fighting skills. They were absolutely horrible. Then again, Ivan was in the Spetsnaz for 15 years, and he had also trained in China for another 3. So his skills and knowledge of fighting was usually never surpassed.


Another punch came at the Russian, but this time Ivan grabbed it and turned his back to the prisoner. Then Ivan threw the teenager over his shoulder. This time the prisoner was barely conscious, but Ivan fixed that with a swift punch to his face. Ivan effortlessly picked up the teenage boy and tossed him into cell, then slamming the iron changed door. The Russian shook his head, wondering why these teenagers kept acting up. Every guard on Ivan's team had retired from more then 10 years of military experience. You don't want to mess with people like that.


Ivan walked over to Jared and Remy's cell. They looked drained as if someone and literally sucked the energy out of them. That's what was going to happen if they didn't behave.


"A word of advice. Behave, or you'll have to deal with me and end up like Nigel over there." the Russian pointed towards the cell that the teenager he had between up now was in.
 
(I would like to room with Macy if thats ok and can I/we be across from Jared and Remy I have some fun ideas)


Kitten yawned softly as she cuddled up to her pillow. She had only been here a few weeks and she had already got used to it. She was the type to make the most of what she had so nothing like this would really bother her anyway. "Someones angry..." Kitten muttered under her breath when she heard someone yelling at the top of their lungs. She rose to her feet and walked over to the cold metal bars that kept her caged like an animal.
 
Brittany walked with the guards to the cells. As they pushed her into the empty one, she walked in with a sarcastic smile on her face. "Thanks so much, this is paradise." Brittany laid on the bed on her stomach, looking around, ignoring the other inmates looking at her and laid down, closing her eyes. As she was laying down, her shirt slid up, revealing a tattoo and a deep scar that was stitched up.


(I forgot to say she had them in the skelly. Her tattoo is a skull with a knife in the top. The tattoo is from murdering someone who had a knife.)
 
Margaret began pacing quietly in her room, running a hand through her hair and glancing at the ceiling. The thoughts of why she shouldn't be here kept plaguing her mind. She was going to college, she had dreams and aspirations. She needed a good paying job to take care of her father. What was she going to do about school while she was here? Would they have tutoring and lessons? Why was this detention center co-ed? Were the showers co-ed? Probably not, that seemed like a bad idea waiting to happen. She glanced at of the bared wall and began to scan the rooms for her sister's shaggy sandy hair, the people she did see, who were not her sister didn't help her anxiety at all. They were either completely disinterested, looked like they wanted to kill her, or wanted to be "shower buddies".


Letting the air blow through her nose she sat down on the bottom bunk of her bed and curled up, trying to ignore the sound of what seemed to be a fight in the hallway, and a man's deep voice.
 
Ben sighed and glances out of her cell to see her sister across from her. Marge was always bad to looking for things as she saw her sister scanning the jail. "Margaret!" she yelled, not caring about the people complaining and threating her. She hated the silence in her cell, her roomie hadn't arrived yet but she was sure she was going to hate her. But that was a different matter. Right now she just wanted to get her sister's attention.
 
(That would be great!)


Macy smiled at her cellmate. She knew they would get along almost instantly. She leaned over her bed to look out the cell, trying to find the source of the yelling. "Such a pleasant man he is," she said quietly to Kitten. She leaned back onto her bed and looked across the hall. She could tell the two guys across from them weren't the least bit amused.


Jared stared blankly at the guard. He didn't want to say anything to piss him off. "Thanks for the tip," he replied. He slid off the bunk and walked to the toilet. He looked across the way at the two girls then turned to the guard. "Mind taking me to use a real restroom?" he questioned. He wasn't into the whole being on display situation.
 
Ariana was just thrown into her cell or what they called a room. "Bastards." she said as she sighed and sat on the bed. She hated this so much. She just had to get caught, no somebody probably ratted her out. She knew what she was doing was bad, but she had been doing it for so long without ever getting caught. She sighed and hit the wall, she really couldn't stand a place like this. What was her sisters going to think of her?
 
Kitten giggled at Macy's comment and walked over to the beds once more. "you can say that again!" She said with a happy tone as she played with her hair. "Names kitten but if you are out of breath Kit works to." Kit's vibe was very happy and lively causing the room to lighten up slightly. "Nice to meet ya!" Kit glanced back over at Jared wondering if she could get his attention later.
 
Margaret jumped at her name being called, rolling off the bed she quickly walked over to the bars and pressed herself to them, squinting she could make out her sister's form.


"Ben? Are you okay? Did that guard hurt you?" she yelled, ignoring the tight glares and the curled lips that seemed to appear on her "neighbor's" faces when she yelled out. She knew that there was no point in asking, there was no doubt in her mind that her sister could rock her ass. Though they had never actually gotten into a fight she didn't fear anyone messing with her. She could already feel the slight princess-y vibe in her starting to stir as she shuffled away from someone who had gotten too close when they walked past. Ignoring these thoughts she turned back to Ben.


"You think Gabe snitched on us? He's been eyeing Daddy for awhile now... I think he snitched!" she yelled, ignoring how her voice rose in pitch as she spoke.
 
Macy smiled at her. "Well, hey there Kitten. I like it! I'm Macy," she struggled to turn about on her bunk. Kitten was friendly and she really liked that. She was hoping since the moment she was brought in to not be stuck with a grumpy, jerk. She leaned her back against the wall and pulled her legs into a pretzel position. She giggled a bit as she followed Kitten's glance.
 
Kit looked back at Macy and blushed. "What I'm not, it's not!" Kit sighed and crossed her arms. "Just don't tell anyone i have a weak spot k? That's what gets you killed." Kit climbed up on the bed next to Kit with no use of the metal ladder." I'm gonna just tell you this now. If anyone messes with you, let me know, I've got your back!" Kit said happily and smiled.
 
Macy laughed. "It's okay. Your secret is safe with me!" she smiled as she climbed up next to her. "Thanks.. I've never really been in a fight before so I'm really hoping nobody tries anything," she bit her lip and looked around. It wasn't that she couldn't fight, she just never did. Her father abusing her seemed to be enough to handle. She looked over at Jared and Remy, wandering what they were like.
 
Kitten followed Macy's gaze this time and hopped off. "You wanna mean our neighbor's?" Kit skipped over to the metal bars before Macy could answer and yelled."Hey you! Yea you over here!" Kitten smiled and winked at Macy then turned back to the guys.
 
Macy looked around to make sure no guards were going to intervene. Not that they were doing anything wrong, she just wanted to make sure. She slid off the bed and walked over to the bars, as well. Standing next to Kit, she smiled and waved at the two. She knew the one guy's name was Jared. That was the one Kitten seemed to like. Macy wasn't too sure about the other one so she focused mostly on him.


Jared heard voices so he sat up and turned to look. He wasn't sure why they were trying to get their attention but he got off the bunk anyways. He looked at Remy to see if he had heard them, too. He continued over to the metal gate and leered over at them. "Can I help you?" he said in a questioning tone. He didn't want to come across as rude, so he waved back.
 
Kit smiled happily and suddenly jumped up as if it was the first time someone had talked to her in ages. "oh yay he's a nice one!" she said to Macy. " Yes you can help me... Whats your name?" she shifted her weight to the left side and crossed her arms.Kit's attempt to appear intimidating failed and she ended up looking like a cute little girl instead.
 
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