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Post by starrea on May 10, 2020 0:43:08 GMT
“Hey baby,”
Kinsley leaned against the bars that separated her from the rest of the world, big blue eyes locked into the young new guard that had just started a couple days ago. He wasn’t that attractive but he wasn’t ugly either, and Kinsley was in no position to be picky - men were hard to come by these days.
Her smile flipped into a scowl when he acted like he hadn’t even heard her. The other guards had probably warned him about her. For the most part, they tended to ignore her antics, which it made oh-so dreadfully boring. The only chance she really got to play was when someone new arrived, someone who didn’t know her. She wasn’t going to let some prudish guard ruin her only chance at some real entertainment for the first time in however-many months because he didn’t want to piss off his superiors. She needed this, damnit.
She leaned forward and the sorry excuse for a prison shirt dipped between her cleavage. She wasn’t wearing a bra; they had confiscated all of her bras after she tried to strangle one of the guards through the bars. “Hey, cmon, I know you’re new and all but I’m bored. Come talk to me?” She practically purred. That got his attention enough to look her way and her cleavage held it. He cautiously looked over his shoulder to make sure they were alone before he walked over to her. She wanted to roll her eyes but didn’t - men were so unbelievably easy.
Kinsley licked her lips as he stopped outside her cell and she cautiously reached her hands out to touch his uniform. She giggled at how tense he was, “Cmon, relax. I’m in here, what harm can I do? What’s your name?” She already knew his name, it was Stevens, but it seemed like a good conversation starter.
“Stevens,” He answered gruffly. He obviously wasn’t one for words.
She hummed lightly, trailing her hands down his arm until she reached his hand. She grabbed it with both of her hands gently and ran her fingers over his skin, relishing in the touch of another human person. She hadn’t touched someone in a long time - months, probably, but time was basically nonexistent down here.
“I’m just bored down here, maybe you could work more shifts down here and we could get to know one another,” She flirted, her fingers flipping his hand over and tracing the lines on his palm.
“I’m not here to entertain you.” Stevens snapped. Kinsley just raised an eyebrow in return but he hadn’t pulled his hand back. She wanted to roll her eyes again - men always needed to feel like they were dominant. It was sad, really, how fragile their egos were.
What Kinsley did next happened in under a second. In one fluid motion, one her hands locked around his hand and the other wrenched his index finger down and back until an audible ‘snap’ echoed through the stone walls. He didn’t immediately scream, probably stunned from what just happened, but the pain finally hit him a good couple of seconds later and a scream followed. He yanked his hand back, stumbling backwards as he cradled his hand. His eyes stayed locked on her the entire time, no doubt trying to figure out what the hell just happened. Kinsley just gave a low chuckle and leaned against the bars.
The scream called the calvary to action and four more guards raced down the hallway. Stevens didn’t need to say anything for them to figure out what happened - all he had to do was hold up his hand with his unnaturally bent finger and point at her and they knew all they needed to know.
“Back up, bitch!” One of them, Callum, roared. Kinsley was smart enough to step back in time for him to swing the door open - he had swung it open into her face too many times for her to repeat that mistake. She smiled as the first guards burst into the cell, body tense and cooled and ready to fight. They knew her style, though, and two of the men had her by her arms before she could throw a punch. There was no warning when the first punch came. The first punch was always the worst because it knocked her brain around, but the fuzziness from the first punch dulled the impact of the rest of them. She lost count of how many times they hit her but she felt blood drip down her face and onto her lips and she couldn’t stop the laugh from escaping.
“Crazy bitch,” One of them muttered, she could tell which, and the arms holding her up dropped her. She immediately tried to push herself up but a hard kick to the side left her wheezing on the ground.
“Stay down.” A voice growled - like she had any other choice. It wasn’t until after the men had locked and cell and left that her lungs finally decided to function again. As she lay on the ground beaten and bloody, she started to laugh. Blood sprayed out, she was unsure of where from, but it only made her laugh harder. This was shaping up to be one of her best days since she had gotten here.
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Post by Val on May 10, 2020 2:06:42 GMT
After a week in isolation, Julian was dying for something interesting to happen. If you were to ask him why he was locked in a tiny room with no windows, fresh air, or human contact for a week, he would call it an absolute injustice that he did not deserve. They claimed he'd driven the man in the cell next to him mad until the poor soul tried to take his own life. All it really took was incessant talking and convincing arguments until he saw no other way out than to strangle himself with his bed sheets. Julian, of course, had planned for this all along. The man's stench was getting to him, and he wanted him gone.
Luckily, when they brought him back to the cell block early that morning, he'd been placed in a new cell. The air was fresh and he was feeling good about the new circumstances, for now. It was only a matter of time before he decided something else was an unbearable inconvenience.
He was dozing off on his cot when sultry voice caught his attention from the cell next door. His sharp green eyes flickered open and he shifted just enough to take a look at the scene that was unfolding next door. He was sure he'd seen glimpses of his new neighbor before, but now that he was getting a good look, she definitely seemed more interesting than the usual offender he was forced to suffer next to.
The crack of bone was distinct and he already surmised what had transpired before the man even had a chance to scream. Julian sat up with interest, watching as the insecure men stormed into the cell and beat the girl to a pulp. As far as he was concerned, she deserved it, unlike his transgression which they could not prove had been his fault at all. He waited until the men had their way before he rose from the cot and approached the sound of her maniacal laughter until he was standing at the bars that divided them.
Julian gazed down at her in disgust as blood dripped and sprayed and filled the room with its grotesque smell. Unlike many of the people imprisoned there, he claimed to dislike brutish violence. He didn't like getting his hands dirty, and he hated enduring pain even more. After all, there were smarter ways to get what you wanted.
"Well aren't you a masochistic little minx?" he uttered by way of introduction, keeping about a foot between himself and the wall that separated them. He was obsessively particular about being touched, and the idea of her blood spattering on him was already enough to make him seethe beneath the surface, "I bet it felt good. Not quite enough to get you off, though, was it?" he speculated, folding his arms over his chest as he got a good look at her up close.
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Post by starrea on May 10, 2020 3:16:49 GMT
It didn’t take long for Kinsley’s left eye to start to swell. Her right cheek was also feeling a little bit puffy and she bet it was already turning a little purple. The blood from her nose and split lip trickled into her mouth and she ran her tongue over her lip, savoring the metallic taste it left in her mouth. Her entire face throbbed and the fog in her head was starting to slowly dissipate but Kinsley loves it. She could feel her blood running through her veins with every beat of her heart. Every beat, every bit of throbbing pain was a reminder that she was alive and that this was real.
Sometimes the line between reality and dream got pretty blurred for Kinsley. It was hard to keep things straight when the concept of time was virtually nonexistent. She hadn’t seen the real sun in who-knows-how-long, her deathly-pale skin was sufficient proof, and they hung lanterns continuously, which made keeping track of day versus impossible. Then with the added layer of virtually no human interaction and no other form of stimulation, things sometimes got a little hazy. That’s why she craved reminders like this - she needed to feel her heart beat. She needed to know that she was alive.
A voice caught her attention and she looked up at her new neighbor. Between her left eye being partially swollen shut and the dim lighting, her vision wasn’t super reliable but as far as she could tell, he was fucking attractive. She can’t believe she hadn’t noticed it before, but they had only just thrown him in the cell just prior to her little game with the guard. Anyway, based on the little she heard him speak, he had sounded like a pretentious asshole. But if she had realized that he was that attractive sooner, she would have tried to play with him first before she got her face beaten in.
Kinsley pushes herself off of the ground, her ribs groaning in protest. She hadn’t felt anything snap but she would definitely be sporting a bruise. She let out a chuckle, giving her new neighbor a little curtsy before walking up the bars and leaning up against them. Unfortunately, the holes were too small for her to stick her hands through to reach him or she would have had her hands all over by now.
“Unfortunately, not this time. But I’ll heal in a few days and give it another go.” She said with a shrug and a mischievous smile. “So What brings you to this neck of the woods? They didn’t tell me I was getting a new neighbor.” Her fingers curled around the mesh as she studied him. Her last neighbor refused to even talk to her. She thought that her company was better than absolute silence and it was a little insulting that her neighbor, some asshole named Fred, didn’t agree, so she needed this new neighbor to interact with her. Anything to stave off the suffocating silence.
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Post by Val on May 10, 2020 5:42:05 GMT
For once, Julian was immensely grateful for the barricade between them. He'd cursed those same bars so many times for trapping him in like an animal, but they were serving him well today. It wasn't that he didn't miss human contact and everything that came with it; he simply would rather be forced back into isolation than succumb to her roaming bloody fingers.
He could tell what was on the girl's mind the moment she laid eyes on him, not that she was hiding it. He couldn't blame her; he was well aware of the effect he had on women, especially those as desperate as she appeared to be. The children he'd grown up around would relentlessly refer to him as 'pretty boy' and some other not so friendly nicknames. Looking back, he liked to think of them as compliments. Beauty could get you far in this world.
Julian observed her from his careful distance, like she was a caged animal and somehow below him despite their identical circumstances. His jaw twitched noticeably as he took in the state of her face, not bothering to hide his look of revulsion, "You really should make an effort to preserve your face. The lovely guards might stop giving you attention if you constantly look like the victim of a mauling," he presented her with the unsolicited advice, seeming to ignore her question entirely for the time being.
He drifted toward the front of his cell, peering in both directions down the corridor to see if any guards were in ear shot before returning his attention to the woman. He didn't like to be listened in on after determining that the soldiers liked to use his words against him any chance they got, "I suppose I didn't get along very well with my previous neighbor," he told her, pacing slowly along the length of the wall that separated them, "Getting away from him was well worth a week in isolation. I trust you won't turn out to be so...intolerable."
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Post by starrea on May 10, 2020 18:23:53 GMT
Kinsley reveled the disgust on his face and she flashed him a bloody smile. Her tongue ran over the cut on her lip and licked any remaining blood off but for the most part, it had stopped bleeding. She reached one of her fingers up to touch beneath her nose but the blood was already drying, so her nose had mostly stopped bleeding as well. She didn’t fancy the feeling of dried blood on her skin but she knew that the guards wouldn’t give her anything for awhile. It would take awhile before she got back on the good side of anyone, which was a shame because she would kill for some booze to dull the ache in her head.
Her fingers curled around the mesh ghat separated him and she offered him a pout as he blatantly judged her. It didn’t bother her, not really, because she enjoyed that seemed to be cautious of her. She shrugged, pressing her forehead against the cool metal, “Most of them know better than to get too close to the bars. I got lucky, he was new. I can’t help it, I’m just so bored. What’s criminal is the lack of stimulation in here.” Kinsley whined with her signature pout.
Suddenly, she pulled her hands back and slapped the bars, the sound echoing off of the stone walls. She let out a little laugh and pushed herself back a step. “I wouldn’t be so judge-y, by the way. You’re in the same exact place as me and as far as I’m concerned, that makes us the same.” She said in a sing-song voice, eyes glinting mischievously. Based on the little she knew about him, she was guessing that her statement would get under his skin and she was eager to see if she could get a reaction out of him. First impressions were especially important in places like prison because Kinsley was no one’s bitch. She needed to size her new neighbor up, let him know that she wasn’t someone to mess with.
Kinsley offered another wide, bloody smile before giving a twirl. The movement made her head swim but she ignored it. She was having too much fun to stop. “Don’t you worry, I’m sure you’ll find my company quite pleasurable.”
Kinsley leaned forward and wrapped her fingers up in the mesh. “Do you have a name, neighbor? Or should I just give you one?” She asked with a light hum, her mind already whirling with possible nicknames for him. It took her only a second to think of one - “Wait, I’ll call you... Brad. You look like a Brad.”
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Post by Val on May 11, 2020 2:22:25 GMT
Julian raised a brow at her garish display, looking even more judgmental than before. If her goal was to intimidate him, she would have to be more creative than that. He'd encountered far too many wretched sinners in this prison to be even remotely flustered by her. If anything, he was curious to see if her deranged act was real or some sort of defense mechanism. Everybody had their own method of survival, himself included.
He paced in steps of three on his side of the wall, maintaining the pattern as she prattled on. Even though she might prove to be quite irritating, the conversation was welcome, and he was more than happy to play her little game. "You and I are not the same," he promised her, not a lick of doubt in his tone. While it was reasonable to assume that his arrogance stemmed from deep insecurities, Julian was anything but insecure. He truly and completely believed in his own superiority, and proving him otherwise would be a feat that few, if any, had ever achieved.
Julian eventually came to a stop in front of her, folding his arms behind his back, "I do have a name," he answered the rhetorical question with a bit of a smirk, "My dear mother named me Julian," he informed her, "If you insist on calling me Brad, she might roll over in her grave, but who am I to stop you?"
Although he had no desire to pander for her name, it did bother him that she hadn't introduced herself first. It was only proper and logical to do so, "Out with your name, then. Nicknames tend to be a waste of time." Of course, he'd already conjured up a list of unpleasant things to refer to her as in his head. If she bothered him enough, perhaps she would be blessed enough to hear a few of them.
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Post by starrea on May 11, 2020 3:01:44 GMT
The novelty of a new neighbor was already starting to bore her, especially since the pounding in her head was determined to put a stop to her good mood. She turned away from Julian to peer down the hallway but there were no guards in sight. She toyed with the idea of screaming until someone came running, but decided against it. Her head couldn’t handle the noise and she wasn’t that desperate... yet.
Instead of giving her attention back to Julian, she stepped over to her cot and flopped down on the floor in front of it. She laid her head down on the cool stone and kicked her legs up so they rested on her cot. When she closed her eyes, she could trick herself into believing that the throbbing was becoming duller.
She snorted when he told her his name. He looked like a Julian, so she really couldn’t complain.
She could hear Julian pacing. The entire prison seemed to be constructed from stone and metal, both of which amplified and echoed every little noise. The pacing was annoyingly rhythmic and Kinsley was two seconds away from snapping when he demanded her name. He obviously had a superiority complex going on - which was real rich, considering he was inhabiting the same shit hole she was. She could already tell that he was going to get on her nerves. It was sort of annoying that he obviously couldn’t take the hint that she wasn’t interested in talking to him anymore but she supposed someone like him couldn’t possibly think that he was boring as all fuck.
“I’ll tell you my name for some booze, if you have any.” She offered, testing the waters. If he had booze, there was no limit to what she would do for a couple of shots. Being in prison sucked, but Kinsley missed booze the most. It probably had to do with the fact that there was absolutely nothing to ever down here that she wished she could drink herself straight into an early grave.
She shifted and winced at the pain in her ribs. Her face felt uncomfortably puffy and her left eye was pretty much swollen shut. She closed her right eye and focused on he nothingness. When that got too much, she poked the tender spot on her ribs into tears pooled in her eyes. Her heart hammered against her chest, and every beat was confirmation that she was alive.
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Post by Val on May 12, 2020 0:37:13 GMT
Julian watched her retreat to the bed, using to opportunity to move closer to the wall that divided their cells. He studied her in the dim lighting, not at all discouraged by her apparent disinterest. If he had enough determination to talk a man into killing himself, he surely wasn't about to give up on his new neighbor so easily.
He responded to her request with a short laugh. Figuring her out was proving to be quite a breeze, since she was so quick to give up all her weaknesses to him. A masochist and a drunkard. Clearly she was desperate to feel something, "Even if I had some, your name isn't exactly a tempting bargaining piece."
"Anyway, there's no point in getting to know each other," he continued, turning away from the bars. He meandered back toward his cot, managing to make it in three long steps, "I won't be here much longer," he informed her, casting the bold statement to her like bait for a hungry fish. He sprawled gracefully onto the stiff bed and folded his arms behind his head, waiting to see if she could resist the temptation.
It wasn't a complete lie. Julian was incredibly determined to escape this hell he'd been subjected to. The problem was that he was missing a few pieces to the puzzle that would earn him his key to freedom. He wasn't sure if this girl was the solution to his problems, but she was clearly desperate to leave.
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Post by starrea on May 12, 2020 1:36:32 GMT
Kinsley hadn’t really expected him to have any booze but she was disappointed nonetheless. Kinsley has been here long enough that even though she wasn’t exactly a favorite among the guards, she did have a few deals going on with some of the guards where they brought her little gifts. That was, of course, only in effect when she behaved. They wouldn’t bring her anything for awhile after this little stunt. She should have assumed that her new neighbor wouldn’t have anything. The only reason she got away with as much as she did was because she was a woman and he didn’t have that going for him. She couldn’t imagine he was in their good graces if he did indeed talk a man into killing himself. The paperwork they must have had to fill out after that must have been insane.
She could hear him moving around his cell and the groan from the cot as he laid down but her interest was waning. Her head hurt and she was no longer having fun and she just wanted to pass out until her headache was gone. She was already starting to drift off when his words caught her attention.
Contrary to her neighbor’s belief, she wasn’t stupid. Kinsley knew exactly what he was doing - he was dangling a treat in front of her and waiting to see if she would take the bait. A part of her wanted to ignore him just to spite him, but the idea of escape was just too tempting. She had tried to escape two times before this, and one them was successful. She made it eight days before they caught her and after that, she spent two months in isolation after being beaten half to death. When she came out of isolation, all of her privileges that required her to leave her cell were revoked - no more yard time, no more communal dining, no lounging in the common room. All of her meals were delivered and once a week, a bucket and a sponge and a change of clothes were given to her to clean herself. It sucked, and the only thing that preserved her remaining sanity was the bottles of booze some of the guards snuck her in.
Kinsley opened her good eye and searched for him through the dim lighting. She stared at him for a good long while, mostly fighting the urge to tell him to shove his obvious judgements of her up his tight ass, but she supposed it would be better for him to think what he wanted about her. She may need the element of surprise later.
“Alright, I’ll bite. When are you leaving?” Kinsley asked slowly, choosing her words carefully. If she was caught conspiring to escape for a third time, she would be thrown into a hole darker than this one and forgotten about. If she was going to escape, she was going to do it right. She wouldn’t let them drag her ass back here.
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Post by Val on May 13, 2020 20:41:07 GMT
Julian closed his eyes and waited patiently for her to give in. He could practically sense her resistance, but he figured it was only a matter of time before her curiosity got the better of her. He wouldn't blame her; escape was on top of everyone's mind in this place. When she finally spoke, his eyes remained closed, as though he was now the one that was disinterested.
"Now you want to talk, hmm?" he quipped. He allowed a prolonged pause pass between them before continuing, "Now why would I divulge secrets to a girl who won't even share her name with me? Conversation has to go both ways, darling," he prompted her, deciding to plague her with terms of endearment until she told him otherwise. Without another word, he stretched out his limbs and rolled onto his side to face away from her.
Julian often acted as though he had all the time in the world to get things to play out in his favor. He had never attempted an escape, because he had not been ready. His first attempt would be his last attempt. He reminded himself every day that he would soon be free and would walk away from this place without a scratch. Failure was simply not an option. Now that he'd been introduced to his new neighbor and witnessed her despicable relationship with the guards, he had a feeling that she would be able to fulfill the part of the plan that he was incapable of.
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Post by starrea on May 14, 2020 18:18:31 GMT
Kinsley could practically feel the arrogance roll off Julian in waves. His condescending tone was really starting to irritate her. Just because she didn’t like look much, especially with her face half beaten in, Kinsley knew she was a force to be reckoned with. She had the power to turn his world upside down. Sure, the guards didn’t like her, but they had an understanding. She was sure that information about his escape plan would be more than enough reason for them to beat some respect into his thick skull. Maybe if she turned him in, it would even be enough for them to forget her bad behavior with the new guard.
“And what’s stopping me from alerting the authorities about your little impromptu release?” Kinsley rolled over as she said it, her tone laced with challenge. If he wanted to play with her, he better be willing to risk it all.
She looked away only to look down the hallway to make sure no one had returned. So far it was clear, but she couldn’t imagine that it would be for much longer. Privacy was a rare delicacy. She pushed off of the cot and wandered back over to the mesh that separated them. If they were going to talk business, they needed to be quiet about it. Maybe if he had something good to offer, she’d finally tell him her name.
Kinsley didn’t know about Julian’s circumstances, but getting her out wouldn’t be easy. The reason they only opened her cell door once a week was to reduce the chance of her getting out - and when they did, it was always with two guards. Since her new living arrangements, Kinsley had mostly accepted that life outside of these bars were nothing but a pipe dream. And if she wasn’t getting out, then she would make sure that Julian wasn’t either.
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Post by Val on May 15, 2020 1:37:57 GMT
Julian considered the challenge for a moment in silence, studying the concrete wall that his bed was pressed up against. Though he felt compelled to lure Kinsley in with his plans, he had otherwise been meticulously careful about keeping his secrets. Even if she spilled it to the guards, there was absolutely no evidence. The only problem was that the bastards didn't seem to care about evidence, judging from the fact that they'd blamed him on the most recent incident without a lick of proof. It bothered him to no end that the pathetic soldiers were simply looking for a reason to punish their prisoners.
Hearing her approach the wall, he finally rolled back over to face her, swiftly planting his feet and rising from the bed. He traced the same three steps back toward her and stopped at the decided safe distance away, "What makes you think they would believe a crazy person? You haven't exactly proven yourself to be trustworthy...or sane," he pointed out, his voice hushed. "I imagine I'm far more credible than you," he added confidently, though that was probably far from the truth. If anyone were to pick up on his obsessive tendencies, they would be quick to question his sanity.
"If you were going to make a threat like that, you should've waited for me to share the details." He held his head high, refusing to let her think she could get the upper hand. She still owed him a name and she was delusional if she thought she could pry more information from him without reciprocating.
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Post by starrea on May 15, 2020 3:20:27 GMT
Kinsley couldn’t help but laugh and it echoed off of the stone walls. “Oh, baby, it’s kind of sad that you think the truth matters down here. Don’t you know we’re all innocent?” Kinsley drawled with a mock pout, “I don’t need proof. All they need is a reason.” She said confidently - If there was one thing in this world that Kinsley was completely certain about, it was that.
The only thing that betrayed the anger that simmered just below the surface of her easy-going facade was her white knuckles as she gripped the mesh. It was hard not to hold a grudge against those who hurt her, especially in her position of having no control over her own life.
The spell was broken by the sound of footsteps and Kinsley’s attention shifted to the approaching guards. She clambered to her feet, lighting up when she saw them carrying a bucket of water, a towel, and a change of clothes - it was about damn time.
“Get the fuck over here, bitch.” One of the guards snapped but she already moving over to the spot she had been trained to go to. The routine was automatic at this point, and she stuck her hands through the bars so she could be handcuffed with one hand on either side of a metal bar. She cracked a smile, “How is officer Stevens feeling? I hope I didn’t scare him away.” Her joke earned her a hard glare and no answer. She pouted and opened her mouth to make another quip, but when one of the officers moved his hand to his baton threateningly, she wisely shut up.
Her cell door was unlocked and pushed open and the bucket of water, a bar of soap, a towel, and a change of clothes was unceremoniously dropped onto the floor. The guard retreated and the door was shut and locked. Her cuffs were unlocked only after the second guard checked the lock and pulled on the door, satisfied it wouldn’t open.
“Eloise isn’t here today. You have ten fucking minutes until we’re coming back for this shit. If anything is unaccounted for, you’re going to be thrown in a hole that makes this place seem like fucking luxury. Are we clear?” The guard snapped and Kinsley withdrew her hands, rubbing her wrists. “Crystal.” Kinsley gave the guards a mock salute but they clearly weren’t in the mood for her jokes after her little stunt earlier today because the older guard just glowered at her before they both turned and stalked down the hallway. She almost wanted to argue that the privacy they were granting her was voided by the fact that she had a male neighbor but she wasn’t going to stop them from leaving her unsupervised.
Kinsley dragged the bucket a few feet closer to the mesh, trying to be careful not to waste any of her water. If she had been shy before prison, then she definitely wasn’t now. She wasted no time in stripping off of her blood-stained beige prison-issued uniform and flipped her head over so her blonde hair soaked in the water. She used her hands to scrub it a little before she lifted it out and grabbed the soap, lathering it into her hair.
Her movements were well rehearsed and quick. Kinsley dipped her hair back into the water, using her hands to scrub as much of the soap out as possible. When she was done, she flipped her hair back, cringing from the cold water on her back. She used what was left of the soap to massage it into the towel and dipped that in the water and started wiping a week’s worth of sweat, grime, and blood off of her skin.
“Kinsley.” She finally said after a long silence. She had slowed down a little when she reached the her ribs and winced as she pressed on the blossoming bruise. She dipped the cloth back in the water and this time brought the cloth to her face, flinching as she wiped the blood from her lips as gently as possible.
Even if his plan was shit, Kinsley figured that it would at least keep her busy for awhile. Anything to kill the time.
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Post by Val on May 15, 2020 22:04:23 GMT
Julian narrowed his eyes as she voiced his doubts. Hearing such things spoken out loud made them real and subsequently tested his unshakable confidence. He valued the truth because the truth was predictable and lies ruined everything because there was no possible way of planning for them.
His formulation of a response was cut off by the sudden appearance of the guard. Pressing his lips together, he observed the interaction from his carefully picked spot in the cell, wondering if the man had returned to continue the beating of his neighbor. The morbid thought was dashed when the bathing supplies were dumped into her cell and it dawned on him rather quickly what this whole routine was leading up to. He remained silent throughout her exchange with the guards, though his mind was anything but. If she was about to bathe in front of him, he had mixed feelings about the situation. His posture had grown rigid by the time the guard disappeared and she made her way back toward the divider that separated them.
A gentleman might've turned away to give her privacy, but Julian was anything but a gentleman. He stared at her as she stripped her clothes, prepared to evaluate every inch of her since she made no effort to maintain her modesty. He hadn't allowed himself to think about women in a very long time, but now that he was confronted with the idea, he realized how deprived he actually was. Starting from her feet, his eyes unabashedly worked their way upwards, taking into account every inch of her that was in view. His mind began conjuring up an itemized list of her flaws, and he had to resist the urge to notify her of each and every imperfection. Eventually, his eyes lingered on the bruising in her ribs and his jaw twitched. How disgustingly uneven; they could have at least finished the job by throwing a kick to the other side of her rib cage.
The disturbing train of thought was interrupted by the utterance of her name. He blinked for seemingly the first time since he'd started staring and landed back in reality, "Kinsley," he repeated after a moment, "I do believe we can help each other."
He paused a moment to gather his composure, realizing he'd leaned a bit forward over his safety line. Straightening himself, his intense look disappeared entirely as his eyes returned to her face, "Your impromptu bath time might be just the answer I was looking for."
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Post by starrea on May 15, 2020 22:47:53 GMT
Kinsley was not unaware of Julian’s eyes as she bathed. She never directly looked at him, but she could feel his eyes follow her every movement. She almost wished the guards hadn’t beaten her because the bruises distracted from her beauty, but such was life. Either way, it didn’t matter whether he was looking at her with disgust or lust - she just basked in having his full and undivided attention.
After all the mud, blood, and grime had been wiped away, Kinsley hardly looked like the dirty, beaten, blood-stained girl she had been a few minutes ago. She couldn’t wash away the bruises and if anything, the bruises stood out more now that the dirt had washed away to reveal her pale skin. Her hair was now clearly blonde And fell in waves to just below her shoulders. She put the rag down in the now-cloudy brown water in the bucket and worked her fingers through the tangles in her hair. It was something she could have definitely done with clothes on, but she liked the feeling of his eyes on her.
She gave Julian a coy smile, as if she had caught him staring, but that was quickly replaced by confusion. Julian couldn’t possibly think that they were going to escape now - with only six minutes left before the guards came back. She hadn’t even decided if she wanted to be apart of this train wreck or not.
“I can be very helpful.” She quipped, but anxiety leaked into her voice. She usually thrived off of living in the moment and winging it, but she wasn’t dumb, either. Kinsley didn’t know anything about Julian except for his name, and least of all whether she could trust him or not. She could almost hear the seconds tick by in her head and the pressure mounted.
“How?” Kinsley asked with purses lips, her hands wringing water out of her hair before they worked any remaining knots out.
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