WhatsBroknAlice
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Undercover Inmate (Abandoned rp OPEN to new ideas)
The Warden
He noticed her the moment she got off the bus inside the security gates, in the prisoner's orange jump suit, the long chain between her handcuffs.
She's the prettiest one, no doubt about it. And Damn! those eyes. He just might have to forgo the blindfolds so he can look into her eyes when the time came, and that time will come, oh yes, for this one. The guards will have a field day searching her. Let them have their fun, while he, ever the impartial Warden, keeper of the peace looked on with his poker face.
He watched her being led through the double gates, across the trip wire, through the other security check point and into the building before he came down from his perch. "The Warden's ramparts" they called it, where he liked to keep an eye on things. He'll keep an eye on her, that's for sure. The Ramparts...that's an apt description. He's like a proper baron, overseeing his own private fiefdom. The Fed was supposed to oversee the facility, Forget that! the king's writ didn't run in his castle, no siree, not as long as he was in charge. Damn the Fed. The last undercover fed was flushed out. She was a pretty girl too. He chuckled, thinking of the fun he had with her.
On the way down he snapped his fingers at Jordan. Jordan, the ever groveling deputy warden, was his number 2, Marlene, the medical officer was with him. What the *hail* are they up to, the two of them? He motioned for them to follow and quickened his pace. he didn't want to miss the processing of the new prisoners, especially that girl.
River's piercing blue eyes scanned the scene as she approached with the other female prisoners. She stood very still holding her shoulders back and not making eye contact with anyone as she shuffled into a line with the other prisoners. She licked her lip where she could still taste blood from the backhand she had earned on the bus ride when she defended herself against the advances of another inmate on the bus. Her light blonde hair was in a braid falling down her back though long curls fell in loose strands hiding her expression from first glance.
She recognized the faces of a couple of the guards and prisoners from the profiles she had studied before being "transferred". River was a forensic psychologist, undercover investigating conditions of prisoners in various detention facilities across the country.
She had served in hostage negotiation overseas and had been a prisoner of war for 4 months when she was still active in the military. After the experience, she had always been willing to take freelance jobs investigating, undercover to assure that prisoner rights were being observed. It didn't always pay well, and there were risks involved but she found the work rewarding.
She was a small 26 year old woman of about 5'5 with high cheekbones and piercing blue eyes that stood out against the natural tan of her skin. Under the orange jumpsuit and white tank top, River wore a tight fitting sports bra to take attention off of her 34Ds that would attract the worst kind of attention.
She was a compliant inmate, keeping her eyes downcast and speaking when she was spoken to. One or two comments earned a flick of her gaze as she took note of the faces that went with the statements. She only flinched momentarily as rough hands ran up her legs and arms groping her flesh searching for "hiding places." She did her best to control the faint pink blush that burned her cheeks when one of the men commented on the upcoming showers while he ran his hand over her chest.
The Warden
He noticed her the moment she got off the bus inside the security gates, in the prisoner's orange jump suit, the long chain between her handcuffs.
She's the prettiest one, no doubt about it. And Damn! those eyes. He just might have to forgo the blindfolds so he can look into her eyes when the time came, and that time will come, oh yes, for this one. The guards will have a field day searching her. Let them have their fun, while he, ever the impartial Warden, keeper of the peace looked on with his poker face.
He watched her being led through the double gates, across the trip wire, through the other security check point and into the building before he came down from his perch. "The Warden's ramparts" they called it, where he liked to keep an eye on things. He'll keep an eye on her, that's for sure. The Ramparts...that's an apt description. He's like a proper baron, overseeing his own private fiefdom. The Fed was supposed to oversee the facility, Forget that! the king's writ didn't run in his castle, no siree, not as long as he was in charge. Damn the Fed. The last undercover fed was flushed out. She was a pretty girl too. He chuckled, thinking of the fun he had with her.
On the way down he snapped his fingers at Jordan. Jordan, the ever groveling deputy warden, was his number 2, Marlene, the medical officer was with him. What the *hail* are they up to, the two of them? He motioned for them to follow and quickened his pace. he didn't want to miss the processing of the new prisoners, especially that girl.
River's piercing blue eyes scanned the scene as she approached with the other female prisoners. She stood very still holding her shoulders back and not making eye contact with anyone as she shuffled into a line with the other prisoners. She licked her lip where she could still taste blood from the backhand she had earned on the bus ride when she defended herself against the advances of another inmate on the bus. Her light blonde hair was in a braid falling down her back though long curls fell in loose strands hiding her expression from first glance.
She recognized the faces of a couple of the guards and prisoners from the profiles she had studied before being "transferred". River was a forensic psychologist, undercover investigating conditions of prisoners in various detention facilities across the country.
She had served in hostage negotiation overseas and had been a prisoner of war for 4 months when she was still active in the military. After the experience, she had always been willing to take freelance jobs investigating, undercover to assure that prisoner rights were being observed. It didn't always pay well, and there were risks involved but she found the work rewarding.
She was a small 26 year old woman of about 5'5 with high cheekbones and piercing blue eyes that stood out against the natural tan of her skin. Under the orange jumpsuit and white tank top, River wore a tight fitting sports bra to take attention off of her 34Ds that would attract the worst kind of attention.
She was a compliant inmate, keeping her eyes downcast and speaking when she was spoken to. One or two comments earned a flick of her gaze as she took note of the faces that went with the statements. She only flinched momentarily as rough hands ran up her legs and arms groping her flesh searching for "hiding places." She did her best to control the faint pink blush that burned her cheeks when one of the men commented on the upcoming showers while he ran his hand over her chest.
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