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grandtheftmechaIt hadn't been that long ago that Katina had 'celebrated' her one year anniversary of her prison stay. A longer one than she thought she deserved; she'd tried to argue it down to involuntary manslaughter, didn't think it was her fault the guy had keeled over when she beat him down for picking a fight with a friend, figured she should be locked up for three years at most...
Ten to fifteen god damn years, they'd given her; said that while she was provoked, she was brutal beyond any reasonable self-defense, even without a weapon, even without breaking his neck or something like she knew she could. At least people were wary of fucking with her from day one, because apparently beating a man to death with your bare hands even had people talking about her in the men's part of the facility, and she'd cracked a rib or two when some of the tougher women wanted to see if she was the real deal.
Katina knew she couldn't take getting ganged up on as well, of course, got along with the guards, had a gang she was starting to roll with. Her cellmate wasn't someone she'd gotten along with, and was lucky when she was moved down to finish out her own sentence. Katina was, frankly, in a lower security facility than she probably should have been anyways, but such was prison politics, and that was made even more stark when her new cellmate showed up.
Some kid, a wet behind the ears, scrawny little redhead who'd gotten thrown in for whatever, Katina didn't really care. She probably didn't know anything about the pecking order, and Katina could take down a few birds with one stone - make sure the kid got in line before she got beaten, show the kid that Katina was someone to worry about, and relieve some of her pent up sexual frustration, because scrawny kid though she was, she was a pretty little thing, and Katina knew the guard's habits well enough to know when she could get away with things.
Waiting for her moment, of course, she was just reading the newspaper, looking bored, glancing over at Kyouko. "They really threw the fuckin' book at you huh?"
Ten to fifteen god damn years, they'd given her; said that while she was provoked, she was brutal beyond any reasonable self-defense, even without a weapon, even without breaking his neck or something like she knew she could. At least people were wary of fucking with her from day one, because apparently beating a man to death with your bare hands even had people talking about her in the men's part of the facility, and she'd cracked a rib or two when some of the tougher women wanted to see if she was the real deal.
Katina knew she couldn't take getting ganged up on as well, of course, got along with the guards, had a gang she was starting to roll with. Her cellmate wasn't someone she'd gotten along with, and was lucky when she was moved down to finish out her own sentence. Katina was, frankly, in a lower security facility than she probably should have been anyways, but such was prison politics, and that was made even more stark when her new cellmate showed up.
Some kid, a wet behind the ears, scrawny little redhead who'd gotten thrown in for whatever, Katina didn't really care. She probably didn't know anything about the pecking order, and Katina could take down a few birds with one stone - make sure the kid got in line before she got beaten, show the kid that Katina was someone to worry about, and relieve some of her pent up sexual frustration, because scrawny kid though she was, she was a pretty little thing, and Katina knew the guard's habits well enough to know when she could get away with things.
Waiting for her moment, of course, she was just reading the newspaper, looking bored, glancing over at Kyouko. "They really threw the fuckin' book at you huh?"
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Date: 2015-03-26 04:49 pm (UTC)And then, the next day, she found the showers empty. Since it was a big room, just like a giant box, with several showers on each side and no stalls to separate them, it was impossible for anyone to hide in there. No, Kyoko was positively sure that it was completely empty.
Weird. It wasn't bad, since she was still not used to being naked in front of a bunch of other women, but it still made her wonder.
"What's this?" She asked to Katina, knowing she was right behind her. "Where's everyone?"