Cell Block C

[Jewelskye]

Cell Block C(accepting applications)

Harron Prison, Women's Penitentiary.


Located in southern Michigan, this place is home to all sorts of female criminals, from those who are doing time for murder to those who were caught with drugs in their posession to any number of other crimes.

This prison is also one of a kind in one very important aspect: the guards. Both male and female, the guards in this prison have their own barracks just outside the prison walls and they all patrol the corridors of this stone fortress. There is no restriction as to what guard can have what patrol, and its not uncommon for a prisoner to find herself in their hands.

In this place of dangerous, cunning women, what will you be? A guard, a prisoner, a dominant bent on controlling those under them, a submissive forced into the position of someones virtual slave? Or one that tries to avoid going either way, just wanting to get by?

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Like my other rps, this rp will be set up for more indepth posts and I'd like to focus on not just sex, but character building and storyline as well. There's a plethera of choices as to who/what you will play. Please send me a PM with your character sheet before you start posting.

 

[Jewelskye]

Rhea Deloncour

Status: Inmate
Name: Rhea Deloncour
Age: 19
Hair: Flaming auburn, mid back length, curly, silky
Eyes: Emerald Green
Skin: Pale
Height: 5'1"
Weight: 105 lbs
Build: Curvy, petite, and all together hot.

Crime: Money laundering and drug possession

Personality: Rhea is the quiet, shy type. New to the prison, she's not very sure of herself in any way, and has more than once had people walk all over her outside these walls. Still, despite the abuse she can never seem to stick up for herself. Among these other traits is Rhea's largest fear, an inborn fear of men. If one so much as seems angry, she becomes intensly frightened.

Past: Rhea was born to a pair of parents that never cared about her no matter what she did. She wasn't abused, she was simply ignored. And when they were paying attention, it was usually to yell at her.

In highschool, she met a young man named James Blakely, a senior when she was in her sophmore year. He was the resident bad boy, but Rhea didn't seem to mind once she got to know him. The two made fast friends and soon Rhea found herself with her first boyfriend. It wasn't that she wasn't pretty enough for boys to like her before, but simply that she was too withdrawn and never dressed herself for people to realise just how attractive she really was.

James noticed, however, and soon she spent most of her time outside of school with him. He told her he loved her and she sincerely loved him in return.

After she graduated highschool, James convinced Rhea to move out of her parent's home and into an apartment with him, which he already had had for a while and was paying rent for with money from his job as a mechanic.

The two lived together, but not long after everything was settled, James began to show Rhea a side of him he'd never shown before. He was mean, to the point of being cruel at times, he drank a lot, and soon began to put moves onto her even though he'd promised to wait until she was ready.

It wasn't uncommon for him to slap her around, and Rhea took it, believing she deserved it because she wasn't good enough for him anyway.

After two years of repeated rapes and constant abuse, the police busted into the apartment one day while James was away, and Rhea was arrested for posession of various drugs as well as laundered money in the thousands.

With no way to prove her innocence and no money for a real lawyer, Rhea was sent to jail while James continued to lead his life as a free man.

 

[Candywine]

Candace Macintosh Bio

Status: Inmate
Name: Candace "Candywine" MacIntosh
Age: 21
Hair: Red down to her ass
Eyes: Sparkling Blue
Skin: Tanned all over
Height: 5' 6"
Weight: 130
Build: 36DD/26/36, curvy and very feminine

Crime: Prostitution and Murder

Personality: Candy is a friendly type of person, who wants to be friends with pretty much everyone, but also is streetwise, in that she knows who not to get in with.

Past: Candy was raised in Orphanages since the age of 5 when her parents were killed by a drunk driver. She ran away from the Orphanage as a teenager, and lived life on the street since the age of 14. She started out as minor runner for the local drug dealers, but soon found that she could make more money by selling her body. No one really cared about her age, considering that she took and was in her full figure by 16. She became a high priced Hooker working out of her own apartment by 18, and was rolling in the dough.

Her crime of Murder happened when one of her Johns tried to get to rough with her, and she shot him with the little derringer she used to carry all the time with her for protection. The problem was that he was high up in the government, and very well liked and respected. No one believed her when she said it was self-defense, and when they found out what she did for a living, they added the charge of Prostitution to the charges. She was given life without parole for this, and wasn't happy about it.

 

[Jewelskye]

The bus pulled up infront of the prison, and out of it flanked by guards stepped a petite, auburn haired beauty. Her hair was tied into two braided pigtails, and even in her uniform she looked incredibly naive and innocent.

One guard, a tall muscled man grabbed her upper arm and began leading her along, forcing her to struggle to keep up as the chains connecting her wrist and ankle cuffs hardly provided a lot of movement. His grip was firm and tight, and she knew she'd have bruises on her arm if he didn't loosen his grip. She said nothing though, stumbling along and trying not to let her fear of him show.

They took her into the jail where she was eyed by other guards as she was given her few necessities. Sheets, pillow, one extra change of clothes... She kept tabs in her head of everything they gave her, making a note to take special care of it.

Next was a walk down several corridors, where she recieved cat calls and wolf whistles and threats alike from her fellow inmates as they moved along the aisles. Finally they arrived at one and the guard called out for the cell to be opened before he pushed her roughly inside.

Luckily for her, her bonds had been removed before they brought her here and she was able to catch her balance. The barred door of the cell slid close with a finalizing thud and she found herself trying to swallow a sense of dread as she closed her eyes, trying to calm her nerves. Atleast there weren't that many men here....

 

[Candywine]

Candy

Candy looked up from the top bunk and saw the new girl that was put into her cell. "Hey doll, names Candy, and yours?" She looked the girl up and down wondering what brought a cute little thing like this to prison. She knew that she would have a hard time of it if she didn't take her under her wing. "Don't worry about the cat calls Sugah, they see you as fresh meat." She chuckled and went back to the magazine she was reading, and keeping an eye on the new girl.

 

[Jewelskye]

Rhea lifted a pair of striking emerald eyes to look up at the other woman, and forced a small smile, just the slightest curve of her lips. "Rhea," she responded quietly, her voice barely loud enough to be heard as she turned and began to put the sheets on her bed. Atleast Candy seems nice enough... she thought, moving along through her task before finally moving to sit on her bunk, curling up and putting her arms around her legs as she pulled them to her chest.

Forcing her eyes to stay trained on the floor, she waited. For what? She didn't know... something... anything... to happen, she supposed.

 

[Candywine]

Candy

Candy felt sorry for Rhea and dropped down from her bunk and sat down next to her. "Don't worry about this place Rhea, everything will be ok. How long do they have you here for? Myself, I got life for a little act of self-defense on a high up government official, and they didn't believe me, because I was his call girl and he got rough with me." She smiled at her hoping that they could be friends, and that she would be able to help the younger girl out. She remembered when she was like this when she first got here, but she didn't have anyone to help her out.

 

[Jewelskye]

Rhea turned her head and looked up at Candy again, offering another small smile, sad though it was. "The lawyers the state gave me said I might get 10 years with a chance at parole, less if I maintain good behavior..." she said softly. She didn't mention her supposed crime, as she was still having a hard time swallowing that they'd actually accused her of something she didn't even know was happening in her own home.

Never mind the bruises that had marred her body when they took her in. No one asked about those. No one asked about... him.

 

[Candywine]

Candy

"Your lucky, 10 years or less will fly by, and you will still be young when you get out of here. You will be able to put it behind you." She didn't want to push her for the details about what happened, figured that it was Rhea's story to tell if she wanted.

"Just keep an eye out for the guards and the other inmates that you don't know. There are nice ones. but there are also mean ones. If the guards tell you to come with them, don't argue, and I hate to say this, just do what they ask, and it will go better for you. Some of them think of the girls in here as their own play things. I will try to go with them when they call for you, but I thought I would warn you."

 

[Jewelskye]

"Just... go with them? Do what they ask?" she repeated, a bewildered look on her face. Then, it was evident by her sudden reaction that she realised finally what she meant. "Play... things?" she said, the realization dawning on her just then.

Fear ran its icy cold fingers up and down her back, and Rhea was forced to hug herself tighter even as small crystaline tears built up in her eyes. She blinked them back however, refusing to cry just yet. Nothing had happened. And besides, she had to be brave.

When she lifted her head again, she looked over at Candy. It was obvious from the look on her face that she was trying desperately to keep up that brave front. Meanwhile, one hand traveled to the opposite arm and she rubbed gently at a small scar created by a burn in the shape of a J. A nervous habit she'd developed shortly after it healed and became a scar.

 

[dragonrazor]

Name: Franklin Johnson
Age: 25
Occupation: Guard
Appearance: brown hair, brown eyes, 6'3", 180 pounds, tanned skin, lean, muscular body

History: Franklin, known as Frankie to the inmates, is one of the few real guards at the facility. He genuinely looks out for the inmates' safety, and avoids the torturous and possibly illegal actions taken by the other guards. He's spent the last 5 years of his life at the facility, and has seen a lot of the women there go from being abused by the guards to living comfortably. He uses his connections to help make the women's lives better, through funding and the occasional removal of a guard or two. Before becoming a guard, he spent his time studying to be in the Law Enforcement profession, but because of his Tourettes' syndrome, he wasn't allowed to be a cop.



Franklin brought in the mail for the inmates in big rolling bins, taking it first to the check-in station, and then waiting while it was rifled through. It was the rules, of course, the guards had to go through everything. Most of them he trusted, but some, he would keep a close eye on. After all, you never knew when a guard would try to confiscate something they shouldn't be touching. Once they were done, he and two other guards started taking the mail to the girls, as he referred to them, passing the mail through the cell bars. He noticed the new girl, and took pity on her. She hadn't been there long enough to get mail, and he hadn't looked through her file yet.

 

[Candywine]

Candy

Candy looked up with a bit of fear when she heard someone coming, but let out a sigh of relief when she saw Franky. "Hey Rhea, here is one of the guards that you can trust. This is Franky, he's a nice guy, and trys to help us girls out."

"Hey Franky, this is Rhea, she just got in today. You got anything for me?"

 

[Jewelskye]

Rhea's head lifted when Candy spoke to the man. She said nothing, a blush coloring her cheek even as she found herself shrinking back into the corner her bunk was settled into. Nice or not, he was a man. She pulled her legs up to her chest once more, watching him warrily and not moving otherwise except for the fingertips that still danced over the scar on her arm.

 

[Candywine]

Candy

Candy smiled at Franky and then saw Rhea's reaction. "Don't like men much do you Rhea. I understand, and it will be ok around here." She smiled and pulled out a magazine that was on her bunk and skimmed through it a bit, waiting for her to talk at any time/

 

[dragonrazor]

Franklin smiled, and rifled through the packages, finally coming up with several letters, a box of chocolates, and a carton of cigarettes with Candy's name on them. He passed them through the bars, then smiled at the other woman. "I'm Franklin. You look like you could use a friend or five." The last was a bit of a teasing joke, but she DID look like she needed friends.

"Sooner or later, you'll be getting mail. Friends, family...I haven't read your file yet, but a pretty girl like you looks out of place here."

 

[Jewelskye]

She watched them both, eyes dancing nervously from one to the other as she watched Franky hand Candy her packages. Then he spoke of her recieving mail. A shake of her head was the response he got. She didn't have any friends or family anymore. She hadn't even heard from her parents since the night she told them she was moving out, and all they did was say "OK" and go back to what they were doing as if it made no difference to them.

Her eyes lowered as she shifted to sit indian style, going back to waiting once again, stealing glances at Franky every once in a while, but never looking at him long enough to make eye contact.

 

[Candywine]

Candy

Candy had opened one of her boxes and squealed as she saw the chocolates from one of her friends on the outside. She was kept happy in Cigs and Chocolate from her friends outside. She opened the box and offered one to Rhea. "Real Belgium chocolate, I get a box or two every week from an ex-client that believed me when I said that it was self-defense. He's a nice guy, lonely and rich."

 

[Jewelskye]

Rhea looked at the chocolates and couldn't deny that they looked delicious. After a moment's hesitation, she reached over and lifted one from the box, popping it dantily into her mouth before chewing slowly. Her eyes drifted closed as she reveled in the taste, realising she hadn't tasted chocolate since highschool.

It had been something he'd forbidden, saying she didn't deserve such indulgences. A small "mmm" escaped from her as she chewed slowly, savoring every last sensation and flavor she could before swallowing.

 

[fukensploogin]

Seargent Donovan

Seargent Donovan


6'2", crew cut blond hair, big, beefy guy with piercing blue eyes. He carries two big sticks: a night stick/flashlight, and his cock. Some of the women in the prison sold him their bodies for favors or drugs, and some of the women he just wanted and he always got the one he wanted. He's the boss of this wing of the penitentiary, answering only to the Warden. He's the one that makes sure the Warden gets the ones he wants, too.


He bangs his nightstick against all the bars of the cell doors as he walks up and down, saying good night to the prisoners, making sure everything is in order before the lights go out.

 

[dragonrazor]

Franklin raised an eyebrow, watching. He smiled softly, then looked through the box, realizing a piece of mail, another box of chocolate, was for an inmate who had died the previous day. He pulled it out, and slid it through the bars, tossing it to her. "The previous owner died in her sleep. I think someone slipped her poison, so I'm running an investigation into it. Poor girl, she was in here for killing her pimp."

 

[Candywine]

Candy

Candy looked up in shock. "I'm sorry to hear that, she was a nice girl, we got along quite well, considering we both came from the same background." She made sure that Rhea got the box that was just tossed in. "You go ahead and take it Rhea, I got plenty." She smiled and nodded. "Besides I think that Franky was giving it to you anyway."

"Oh shit. Better keep going Franky, it's Seargent Donovan, and I don't want you to get into trouble for being so nice." She nodded letting him know that they would be ok.

 

[Jewelskye]

Her eyes went from the box of chocolates now in her lap to Candy, and then to Franky, and all she could do was nod, unsure what actions would be appropriate at that moment. Then the banging and the voice of a man coming down the aisle. Her heart beat faster in her chest and she found herself fidgeting once more, glancing at Candy and then at the barred door.

 

[dragonrazor]

Franklin nodded, and winked at Candy. "Keep her out of trouble. If he tries to start anything, let me know, and I'll go see the Warden. He's been looking for excuses to cut back on the guards." He started to push the cart forward again, passing mail through the bars of various cells. Finally finished, he pushed the carts back to the front gate of the prison. Once satisfied, he headed in to the warden's office to get the report on Rhea, so he could read it.

 

[fukensploogin]

Donovan

"Goodnight, Officer Franklin," Seargent Donovan said in his booming voice as he walked down the line of cell doors, his night stick clanging against the bars. That noise echoed relentlessly through the cavernous space. He stopped a few times to say a few words to some of the ladies. He stops at Candy and Rhea's cell, and looked in. "Evening Candy. Getting along with your new roommate?"

 

[Candywine]

Candy

Candy put on a smile for Seargent Donovan. "Of course Seargent Donovan. thank you for asking. How has your day been?" Rhea could tell that she was keeping her hatred of the man in check, and just being nice to keep his visit short.