Thread: Jail-House Bitch (books and Magi)

New arrivals always went through the same process, watching an introduction vid in the entry hall that the warden had set up. The harsh middle aged woman was somewhat attractive, possessing short red hair and a pronounced figure. Her right eye was mechanical however, having been replaced when she lost her real one during a prison riot years ago. In the vid she stood before the banner of the Confederation, a circle of sixteen blue stars surrounding a yellow sun on a white background. In her hands was one of the infamous shock batons the all-female guard staff was notorious for using for the slightest reason. Prisoners, you are about to enter the Harkin Penal Correctional Facility. Each one of you have been sentenced to life imprisonment for your crimes, there are no exceptions to this. I hope you had a good view of the stars on the way here, it was the last time you will ever lay eyes upon them. The woman said, her tone cold. The warden continued after a pause. Who you might have been outside doesnt matter here. All that matters here are two rules. Dont disobey me. Dont disobey my guards. If you break either rule it is grounds for severe and judicious punishment. I dont care if you kill each other in the cell blocks. The average turnover rate for new inmates is almost seventy percent in the first standard month. You might notice your cuffs have been removed. This is because in the entirety of this facilities existence not a single prisoner has ever escaped. There are two types of ship that come by here, prisoner delivery and supply delivery. Both ships are run by heavily armed military forces that will shoot escaping prisoners on sight. There is no leaving this place other than in a body bag. You will receive cell numbers after you are taken to the mess hall. Cell numbers are static and unchanging, requests to be reassigned will be denied. Welcome to Harkin, prisoners. With that the vid would end. It was a fairly recent creation, made when the rehabilitation bit of the facility had been dropped and the place just became a dumping ground for lifers. After its conclusion the guards would always take the prisoners by the mess hall several floors down in the main facility, abandoning them there to figure out the rest on their own. In was here that a chorus of whistles and hollering could be heard as the other inmates welcomed their new additions. Jora smirked and looked over each one from her lone spot at one of the tables. Getting a table like hers had been rather difficult, most people had to share but after she had stabbed the fifth person with her fork most people tended to steer clear of Joras table when she was sitting there. Unless they had business or were invited of course. Jora liked her table indeed she kept the metal surface to a mirror shine out of habit. Prison time was slow time after all and one developed curious habits on the inside. Her eyes flickered up from her meal when Amelia stopped next to her, green eyes flicking upwards to the young guard. Any bets on who dies first? She asked, looking over the mass of fresh inmates. Jora frowned slightly and looked at the fresh meat more intently. Yeah, put me down for twenty on the tall broad over there, the skinny one with the horse face. Amelia chuckled darkly as she entered something on her little arm computer. Right, twenty on Horse Face. Shes a popular one by the looks of things. Most are betting on the shrimpy blonde chick though. Jora looked around and spotted Kaci, shrugging. Nah, the small ones are the scrappiest. They never go on the first day. Not since Ive been here anyway. I could see the Queens plucking her right up. Horse Face though doesn't have a good body or a good face, and her tats are Crimson Sun. They got wiped out in here a couple months back remember? Change your bet if you picked the shrimp. The prisoner advised, earning a nod from Amelia before she scampered away to take more bets. Jora meanwhile returned to her meal, slurping down her food without really tasting it.