The redhead didn't flinch, as the cell door slammed shut behind her. She wouldn't give the guard who shut it the satisfaction. He spat her in the back of the head, as a welcoming gift, and walked away. In a 3rd world country like this, it didn't even seem weird. She just accepted it. One thing that surprised her were the nice looks of the jail cell. She'd expected it to smell weird, and the walls to be bare and gray, but the walls were painted in a nice light brownish color, and it smelled fresh. The smell kinda reminded her of winter.

"What got you in here, Gingersnap?"

The redhead turned her neck to the bunk bed at the far right of the cell. It was occupied by a slim, pale, young woman with a long, thick braid of the most shiny platinum hair. She was wearing an orange shirt, with the same color shorts, just like the redhead.

Holy shit she's hot.

The redhead shot the platinumhead a smile, showing off a pair of perfectly white teeth. "That's kind of a rude question to use as a conversation starter with your new cell bud for next year, don't you think?"

The platinumhead grinned herself. "Well, I'm not a little school girl, trying to seduce my teacher for a better grade, or a servant at a high-nosed tea party. I'm rude, and you'd probably prefer getting used to it if you aren't, or you and I won't get along too well." She had a loud, yet calm way of speak. Every word pronounced perfectly. "Sorry Gingersnap."

"No worries. I'm quite fund with rude." The redhead looked as she thought about it once more. "Actually I'm happy, that you're rude, I like that."

The platinumhead nodded and smiled, as the redhead dumped the load of personal items she'd been handed by the spit-guard. A sheet for the bed, a roll of toilet paper, a pink toothbrush and a pillow. She began making her bed, as the platinumhead watched.

"Been to prison before?" The platinumhead asked, as the redhead finished putting on the sheet. She dropped the pillow on top of it, before she answered: "First time."

"Good thing you know how to make a bed, that's one of the things the guards like to correct the newbies in. Though the pillow needs to be placed on the side turned against the wall."

"Fucking guards and their rules." The redhead raged as she moved her pillow to the other side of the bunk bed.

"What can I say..." The platinumhead swung her legs and placed them on the ground, ass on the bed. "They're a bunch of power hungry little men. One of them, the head guard, is pretty chill though."

The redhead narrowed her eyes in confusion. "Male guards? At a women's prison? I thought the asshole who followed me here, were an exception."

The platinumhead swung her arms in the air, as if to show of the cell. "Welcome to the Romanian prison system. Nice facilities, sexist fuckfaced guards!"

The redhead blew some air out her nose, and dropped down on her bunk. The lack of mattress surprised her, and she hurt her back. She moaned.

"Oh yeah, you'll get your mattress tomorrow. Once again, the guards like to be extra mean with the newbies." The platinum giggled, and reached down under her bunk to fish out a thin book. "Though I wouldn't mind hearing that moaning again." She mumbled into her book.

The redhead scratched her sore back, and got up from the bunk. As she had noticed, the looks of the cell were pretty neat. She'd only shot it a short glance, right before the spit-guard had spat her in the neck. She looked around to take a better look. The walls had a nice light brownish color, and the beds seemed okay when a mattress would be placed on top. There were only 1 toilet, placed in the middle of the cell, with no toilet seat, but it seemed usable. A metal sink with a little cup hung on the wall next to the toilet. The head of an ice blue toothbrush stuck out of it. The fresh scent the redhead had noticed, would be the platinumhead's use of perfume. She plumped her pink toothbrush in the cup next to the platinumhead's.

"Alright, I've had me a little discussion with myself, and I've decided to tell you about the whole way the prison works. Normally there's an unspoken rule, that the newbies should walk around knowing nothing, just for the laughs, but I like you. You're calm and quiet, not the normal 'I didn't do it' type. And, I'm in my nice corner today." She did indeed sit in the corner.

The redhead smiled at the compliment. She sat back on the bunk, more gently this time, and looked the platinumhead in the eyes, ready for some information.

"There's a bunch of guards, all of them shits. Hans is the worst by far. The other ones can be dealt with, but this guy is satans boner. Totally uncontrollable and gets hard on others pain. The head guard is, as I said before, the chill one. We call him The King. He's the one with the orange mustache, and same color hair." The redhead said nothing as the platinumhead spoke, wanted to make sure she didn't miss anything. "Now, when you hear the bell, you get the fuck up. Hans has the morning check in, and... Well, you know. Not nice. The bell ring morning, afternoon and evening. The last ring will be in a few minutes. Hmm... It's already ten o'clock, so unfortunately for you, you missed evening feeding, which happens at nine fifteen. I'm stuffed by the way, just so you know." The redhead lifted a middle finger at the platinumhead as she dropped the last comment. The platinumhead giggled.

"Let's see; guards, bell, getting stuffed... That's close to be it I think. Just stick with me, and don't fuck with anyone. Well, you could fuck with them, but don't fuck with them."The platinumhead pointed a finger at the redhead. "Now, you don't snore, do you? Cause if you do, I'll strangle you in your sleep."

The redhead looked like she thought about the question. "Actually, I do snore sometimes. Just a little. Guess I should sleep with one eye open at night."

The platinumhead giggled, something the redhead couldn't seem to get enough of. "I'm just kidding. The only thing I'm gonna do, is wake you up with my tongue between your teeth, and a hand on your rear." The platinumhead winked, and turned around to make her bed.

"You dig girls?"

"Hell yeah. Girls are more gently, taking their time. I tried a boy once, you'll probably get that story sometime, but that shit was just...girls. I dig girls." She finished and turned around with a naughty grin. "I especially like myself some redhead."

The redhead blushed, then turned her head away to look out the bars. She looked into another cell a couple of feet away. Another redhead, very red, like blood, rested in a bunk bed, a very chubby emo chick in the other.

"That's Ariel and Bloob."

"Bloob?"

"She's fat as the monster from that one movie or something. Some nerd called her Bloob in a fight in the feeding hall, and it just kinda stuck around..."

It seemed like the platinumhead was about to go all storyteller, but before she got the chance to go further with it, the bell she'd talked about before, rang.

"LADIES AND FAT FUCKS! IT'S INSPECTION TIME, AND THAT MEANS I NOW HAVE JUST ABOUT FIFTEEN MINUTES TO SLAP YOUR TIGHT ASSES!"

"And that's Hans. Guess the assface couldn't resist showing off infront of the newbies. By the way, what's your name? And quick, if I may." The platinumhead asked.

"Anna" the redhead told her.

"Mine's Elsa. Now stand at the end of your bed and shut up."

"THESE CELLS BETTER BE CLEAN AS MY PUBES, OR ELSE...SHUT UP SLUT, OR YOU CAN CHEW ON SOMETHING THAT AIN'T MY BEATING STICK, BUT JUST AS HARD AND STIFF!"

someone had yelled 'so dirty as a men's room at a ghetto McDonalds?' at Hans' pubes comment. The laughing died just as quick as it had started.

Elsa giggled into her boobs, which the redhead noticed was very well filled and round, but she stopped and bit her lip, as they heard footsteps approach their cell. A rather good looking guard in blue, rocking some sweet orange sideburns showed his face from the right. His brown eyes shut wide open as he laid eyes on Anna. He eyed her down from head to toe.

"Turn around, inmate."

She turned around. An approving 'hmm' behind her.

"LOOKS LIKE MY FAVORITE BLOND ASSTWAT HAS BROUGHT ME A GIFT. AND IT'S A TIGHT ASSED REDHEAD, DID CHRISTMAS COME EARLY THIS YEAR, OR WHAT?!" He turned around and looked straight at Elsa. Anna turned around to face the bars again.

"Welcome to jail, Snappy." Elsa mimicked towards Anna, before she turned to face the yelling guard in front of her.