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Post by Sara Stone on Oct 8, 2011 16:40:49 GMT -5
Jail was a terrible place. Sara didn't know how bad it was, because she had never been there, but everyone knew how bad it was. Being there for something you didn't commit. That was even worse. Sara looked at all of the women in their orange jumpsuits, following the security guard closely. The women behind the bars yelled at her, furious for their imprisonment. She just laughed behind her dark sunglasses, trenchcoat flowing, listening. She finally arrived at the visiting room, and waited at the table, waiting for her prisoner to walk through the door any second now... |
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Post by ReD on Oct 8, 2011 18:14:27 GMT -5
The person was ReD, though that's not what she is called in here. In jail they don't let you use your "in ring" name. That place the one you were given at birth. No in here she wasn't called ReD. But she walks into the room with her hands in cuffs. Anger is the only way to describe her face. Takes the sit at the other side of the table of Sara.
"What are you doing here... Why would you come here... What do you want?
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Post by Sara Stone on Oct 8, 2011 18:47:18 GMT -5
Glasses off. Fingers clasped. Smirk formed. Sara was going to try her hardest to piss ReD off. Considering she had a hand in ReD's imprisonment. She could see the anger on ReD's face growing, it was obvious she had no idea why she was there. But of course, that was yet to be revealed. You can't spill the secret too early, or the milk may be spoiled.
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Post by ReD on Oct 8, 2011 21:34:17 GMT -5
"Well take into account where I am... How do you think I am doing?
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Post by Sara Stone on Oct 8, 2011 21:41:01 GMT -5
Not sure. I mean, you are a tough bitch, at least that's what I was lead to believe. I would be surprised if someone was bullying you in here, or....
Another smile crossed her face.
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Post by ReD on Oct 9, 2011 6:40:45 GMT -5
No... No one here owns me, but that's not the problem. The problem is I am in here. I don't belong here, and I am really starting to wonder why you of all people would be one to visit me.... What's the reason for that?
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Post by Sara Stone on Oct 10, 2011 13:23:22 GMT -5
The irritation on her face started to form slightly, but the anger in her voice came into play rapidly. She didn't like when she decided to toy with someone and they didn't want to play along. The hatred these two women shared obviously didn't permit that happening.
I just wanted to check up on you. Y'know, see how you were doing. I knew you were here, and I know why, so I didn't wanna see you get hurt by anyone but me.
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Post by ReD on Oct 10, 2011 14:30:54 GMT -5
"you know why? How is that... You are the only one who has come to see me.... "
A light seemed to go off...
"You little stain... Your the reason aren't you... Your at fault...
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Post by Sara Stone on Oct 10, 2011 18:44:08 GMT -5
A sly smile crept up on her face. ReD had figured it out, but yet she still didn't know how.
Your words not mine. But of course, you have to have some idea of why you're here right?
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Post by ReD on Oct 12, 2011 18:06:50 GMT -5
"really I am not sure... They said, I was one with blood on my clothes. Blood that wasn't mine. And who's it was I don't even know the name... What did you do
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Post by Sara Stone on Oct 15, 2011 21:35:27 GMT -5
The smile on her face grows even bigger as she reaches into one of the pockets of her coat. She pulls out a couple newspaper clippings, obviously about ReD. The titles ranged from "Caught ReD Handed: Murderer, or Victim?" to "Another Steroid Rampage, or Something Different?" Either way, they all basically said that ReD was found at the scene of the crime, unconscious with blood stained clothes. That crime? Her parents, found dead in their home.
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Post by ReD on Oct 16, 2011 8:47:33 GMT -5
She looks them over, and starts to speak.
"I never seen them when I got there. I went in and boom everything went black.... And now they say I killed my parents... That I ended them on roids. I don't take those. I work hard for my body
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Post by Sara Stone on Oct 18, 2011 20:53:21 GMT -5
Well, either way, your parents are dead. I can testify and tell them I know you wouldn't do it, because I reeeeeeeeeeeeeeally don't wanna see you in jail. But, I think I may have an idea on who killed your parents. First, you have to get out of here. Don't worry, I got that part covered. |
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Post by ReD on Oct 18, 2011 20:56:17 GMT -5
A look of confusion comes across ReD face.
" Why would you help me. Why you of all people would do anything in the way of good for someone else?
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Post by Sara Stone on Oct 18, 2011 21:09:25 GMT -5
The smirk on her face turned serious. She brushed back her hair before looking into the eyes of little red. Such cold, lonely eyes. Her parents were probably the last thing she had in this world, and now they were gone. Tisk, tisk, tisk.
I've been in your situation before ReD. Lost, confused, lonely, not knowing where I am or why. And as much as I dislike you, I'd hate to see someone else in that situation, especially for something like this. So I want to help you.
Sara reaches her hand across the table.
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