"Behind Bars" (always open; PM hostess)

[CutiePie1997]

Introducing Jessica Cooper

Jessi did indeed hear the Harley climbing the road to the cabin, and she knew that it had to be her Uncle Steve. Barefoot, she hurried up the beaten clay earth path to the back deck and through the door open, smiling with delight at the sight of her last known living relative.

Steve stared at Jessica in what could only be termed as shock. Her excitement to see him had overwhelmed her sense of decency, but now she quickly pulled the open front of her semi-sheer blouse closed to hide her unbridled breasts.

"Sorry," she said with an embarrassed and quiet voice. "I ... I wasn't expecting you so early. I was going to go swimming."

What she meant, of course, was skinny dipping. It was only mid-April, of course, and the lake was colder than crap. But years ago, someone -- Uncle Steve maybe? -- had found a hot spring just a few feet out from the natural shoreline, and after building a semi-circular stone wall around it, the property now had it's own 12 foot radius hot tub that at this time of the year was a comfortable 102 degrees.

Steve asked with a tone as shocked as his expression, "My God, Jess, is that really you?!?!"

She laughed in delight and -- still with her hands hiding her bosom -- ran across the room to throw herself into him. Only after his arms were wrapped around her and her bosom was no longer so displayed did she wrap her arms around him, too, giving him the traditional bear hug squeeze and growl of happiness.

When she finally pulled her head back and looked up to him, giggling in joy, she announced with happiness before again engaging him in a hug, "I go by Jessi now."

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OOC: Okay, so here starts another 1x1, this one called "Steven, Jessi, and Charlie."

 

[CutiePie1997]

If Charlie had known some of the reasoning behind Mack and Rico's staged coup, she might have explained to them that she hadn't been quoting Hitler from the 1930s but had been quoting Woodrow Wilson from the 1910s. It wouldn't have made a difference, of course: quotes or no quotes, Mack had his plan and he was going to enact it.

It was only by a series of flukes that Mack and Rico didn't succeed: the plan was actually sound and the surprise had been complete. Only luck -- Charlie's good and the inmates' bad -- would be the difference between Mack becoming the new Clark County Correctional dictator and Charlie maintaining her control.

She had, of course, detected the challenge to her power during the last moments of breakfast. Everyone had detected it. Mack's anger and venom were on full display. Charlie tried to be inconspicuous in glancing back over her shoulder to CO Harvey, wanting him to know that she was becoming a bit concerned about the possibility of more violence.

Harvey had only this morning been rearmed with an expanding baton. The return of his weapon likely hadn't even been noticed as Harvey had continued to wear his equipment belt and sidearm holster, even though his baton, cuffs, pepper spray, and handgun had been confiscated by Charlie.

As far as Harvey's pepper spray went, Charlie had given it to Maria Roberts. The Warden had been concerned about how the male inmates might act when they found out that the Black Book Madam had plans to organize the females in regards to their sexual activities. Charlie was more than aware that yesterday -- between the end of dinner and the later lockdown -- at least two couplings had occurred between horny male and female inmates, and to have those men suddenly realize that they were going to have to stay paying for sex ... well, Charlie wasn't overly excited about seeing what came after that.

So, with this setting, Mack and Rico made their move. They began to rile up some of the men in regards to the planned castration of one of their own, and while men and women both were milling about, some of them arguing, some of them facing off, Mack charged.

Charlie had actually been eying Rico at the moment, but a sudden crash -- Lou's food tray hitting the floor -- caused her to look left, just as the leader of the attack reached her. Mack grabbed at her, trying either for her gun or her gun hand, she wasn't sure. Instinct jumped in, and when he appeared a bit off balanced, Charlie pulled a quick move on Mack that she'd used often in her wrestling days with her brothers.

Mack lost his balance and shot forward, running into another inmate. He didn't fall, but he was disoriented just long enough for Charlie to pull the always loaded, always ready to use Beretta and fired a shot at his chest. He jerked as the bullet penetrated, ripping through his heart. He fell to the concrete, dead before he reached it.

Elsewhere, Harvey had had time to whip out and extend his baton, striking one attacker across the face so hard that it broke the man's jaw and knocked loose three teeth. A third attacker reached the CO, grasping him with one hand as the other pulled back with the intention of ramming a shiv deep into his body.

But like Charlie, the older but professional officer had skills, too, and with a strong grip and quick spin, he tossed the man over his shoulder to the floor. Harvey brought the baton down on the convict again and again and again, each time the whack sending a stream of blood out upon the walls, table, and floor.

The last of Mack's cohort had stopped in place, watching his conspirators being taken down one after another. He panicked, finally turning in an attempt to flee, only to get a face full of mace from the Black Book Madam.

And like that, it was over. Charlie took a moment to survey the Dining Hall, concerned that there may be other participants in the plot. But she knew that the rest of the inmates wouldn't have joined Mack, and eventually she slipped the 9mm back into its holster.

"Lock those two up," Charlie said.

She gestured Harvey to the man laying on the floor and cradling his crushed face, then to the man who was desperately pouring water over his eyes and face, which were by now red and swollen from the spray.

"I need a doctor!" the man on the floor cried through his fractured face.

"You need to be shot dead like your friend, Mack," Charlie told him, "but your punishment will be decided by the residents of Clark County Correctional. She repeated to Harvey, "Lock them the fuck up.

She looked down to Mack and just shook her head. She'd honestly thought she'd gotten through to him. It had been a dangerous mistake. One of the men who hadn't partaken in the coup attempt stepped up, volunteering to deal with the bodies; over the last moments, the man Harvey had beaten had drowned in blood from compound wounds in his neck.

It took a couple of hours for Charlie to totally settle down. Maria took the females off to the Visitors Room to talk about not just about what had happened but about their futures, with regards to the men. She spoke of sex and needs, then openly told them she wanted them to be paid for their services, as escorts. Some of them liked the idea; some of them just wanted to fuck who they wanted, when they wanted; others had no interest in the males of Three-C.

When Charlie finally returned to her office, she suddenly realized how much she missed Steven. She didn't know if he would come back today. Hell, she didn't even know if he'd come back at all. One of the women who had been serving as a go-fer for Charlie came in to ask about the injured men.

"Go ahead, get the doctor," Charlie said with reluctance. She'd decided before they'd even returned to their cells that they were to be exiled, but she didn't see any reason why they couldn't get their wounds dealt with in the meantime.

 

[LP1957]

As the dust and blood settled in the dining room, Lou was once again cowering in his corner. The seemingly ever decreasing male population, whom mostly despised him to begin with, were all staring him down now.

What he did with the tray would be considered a 'shit' move no matter which side of the political fence the remaining men leaned towards. Prison etiquette, for what it was, meant you didn't get involved in a battle that wasn't yours.

Sure he might have gained a brownie point or two from Charlie's camp, but this skirmish could have very easily gone south and where would that have left him? He told himself he would need to revert to his stay unseen and unheard creed.

Add, to these, the fact that it looked as though he may be monopolizing the nights of the youngest, and arguably, prettiest of the women here when he moved in with Chloe and his low acceptance rate would surly plummet to it's lowest level ever.

The very fact that Chloe had made him cum the night before with the promise to do so often in the future was the only thing stopping him from grabbing those plastic survival bags and making a run on his own.

 

[CutiePie1997]

After the mayhem of what some were already calling a coup, Maria Roberts assembled all of the women together with the exception of their Warden. The charismatic former Madam gave a passionate talk about what it meant to be a woman in this thing Charlie had offhandedly called the New World Order.

She surprised most of them by speaking vaguely about the value of the holes in their bodies.

"You have a power, a weapon," she said, and reaching down to cup a hand over her crotch Maria said, "and you carry it right here."

There was laughter from some and dismissal from others as they had no interest in allowing any of the male convicts in Clark County any sort of access to those holes. Maria said she understood: some women, like some men, had no or little use for sex, and even some of those who did had no use for men!

Then, she eased the conversation toward the real reason why she was speaking about this with her: the establishment of a brothel. "Why are any of you givin' it up for free when you know that these guys will pay you for your services?"

"Pay us with what, bitch?" one of the harder edged women asked. "They ain't got no money. None of us do."

"No, but they have something more valuable that cash," Maria said with a knowing smile. "They have hands and backs and feet and muscles connecting them all together, and Warden Charlie told us this morning at breakfast, if you recall, that each and everyone of us is soon going to be assigned jobs -- call'em chores, if you want -- that we have to fulfill if we want to remain here.

"The farmin' and ranchin' and stuff you mean?"

"Yes! And much of it is going to be hard, demanding, back breaking work. Some of you were in solitary confinement. You don't know what it takes to care for the crops and animals that were part of our diet here. You don't know how hot it gets in the laundry or how the soapy water in the scullery eats up your soft, pretty hands."

"You're tellin' us the guys are going to do all this work for us?" one of them asked. "Just for a blowjob or a shag?"

Maria smiled wide as she stood taller. "Depends."

A skeptical voice asked, "On what?"

"On just how good a suck or fuck you are," she said, chuckling.

The conversation continued for almost two hours. When it began, Maria had guessed solely on what she'd known at the time that she might be able to lure two of the women into the trade at the very most. By the time they broke up and went on their way, she'd gotten commitments to at least try sex-for-money once from XXX women and another XXX had said they weren't entirely against it but needed time to think.

The results of Maria's first recruitment drive for the brothel was:

• Chloe, who just recently turned 22, was a great big yeah, baby. Of course, Charlie had made arrangements for her to be Lou's lover, but Chloe wasn't one to let other opportunities pass, and she told Maria that she would do her part and maybe even a little bit of others' parts as well.
• Kirstin was a pretty, 24 white chick, as she termed it. She was still recuperating emotionally from the trauma of the rape attempt the night before, and Maria had pulled her aside before the discussion and told her she didn't need to be here. But Kirstin was a strong woman emotionally, and determined not to let this sexual assault effect her long term, she told Maria that she would at least keep the business in mind.
• 22 year old Huong was beautiful Vietnamese woman who had no problem with prostitution as a business. She didn't know whether she could just fuck her way around the prison, but she told Maria she would give it a shot in the hopes of pawning off some of her work in the kitchen and scullery.
• Paula was a no, which was disappointing for Maria. She was 48 years old, the eldest woman inmate or otherwise left in Clark County Correctional. But she was also one of the most beautiful older women Maria had ever known, with an ebony skin tone for which any woman her age would kill. The Black Book Madam had little doubt that some of the men in the prison would pay top dollar to fulfill some younger man, older woman fantasies, including but not limited to some rather inappropriate mother-son ones.
• Wanda was also an older and equally beautiful Black woman. The 37 year old said she was firmly not interested in prostitution and would continue to perform her regular duties on the farm and ranch. Still, in her mind, Maria had doubts. She'd seen the expression in Wanda's face as the conversation went on, and she saw an interest there, even in the woman said otherwise.
• Marla was an attractive 28 Roma, a Gypsy. Many Roma or Romani didn't like the term Gypsy, but Marla wore the word with pride. She was the first of the women to speak up with a sure, why not, I can do this answer.
• Rosita was another of them who said she was in. The 32 Hispanic doll was one of the women who'd been inside one of the male inmate's cells fucking when the gates and doors went slamming shut. "If I'd known I could get paid for what I did with that fucker..."
• There was Charlotte Higgins, too, aka Warden Charlie. When she'd gone to the new head of Clark County Correctional with the idea of organizing the women in this way, Maria had told her, "You're one of the sexiest women in Three-C. And I know all about your sexual preferences, likes and dislikes, fantasies ... because when you were bored or when I needed some stimulating visions of my own, you told me all about them. I know you're the big boss here now, and you probably want to keep yourself above such lurid acts, but I'm telling you, even if you waved off the thought of per-act payments, you naked and sweating over some guys groin could get you a great deal of benefit. Charlie had only laughed and said, "I'll keep it in mind."
• And then, of course, there was the Black Book Madam herself. Maria Roberts hadn't taken appointments -- aka turned tricks [/i] on a regular basis since she took over her former Manager's business upon the then-70 year old woman's retirement. Maria had been 26 at the time; she was 42 now. But Maria remained a beautiful woman with a shapely body, albeit enhanced a bit to keep the curves curvy and the flat flat. Still, she knew that she needed to set an example for those girls who were considering the career change.

 

[CutiePie1997]

Day Three (mid-April still):

Charlie awoke at 0330 hours on this 3rd day of her role of Dictator thinking Good news is, I don't have a shiv in my chest.

Last night she'd given the residents the option of leaving their cell doors open. Some had, others hadn't; during the night, some who had left them open had pulled them closed, the insecurity getting to them.

Charlie had obviously sealed the gates that led to such places as the kitchen and its food stores and -- obviously -- the passage leading to the armory and Security Office.

She, Harvey, Betty, and Maria had divided the night into 2 hour shifts, and each one of them had sat in the Security Office monitoring the cameras. There had been a great deal of activity but it had all been relatively peaceful.

When Charlie relieved her at 0400, Betty asked, "Have you considered the currency situation again? Are you contemplating the good old American greenback?"

"No, no way," Charlie said immediately. "It's no longer a safe, secure form of currency...

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When everyone was assembled for breakfast again, Charlie explained a bit more about what she saw in the future for Clark County Correctional. They had security, power, water, fertile land ... security.

"I mean, we've got fences and walls and weapons. It'd take an army to get in here if we didn't want them in here. I think it's inevitable that we rebuild civilization inside Clark County Correctional."

"A New World Order?" someone asked.

"Yes. But, we're going to need a currency," Charlie said, "and I have an idea about that. There's a new casino to the south that had been about to open when the Red Flu struck. They hadn't yet begun to rake in the big dollars, but they had one thing there that -- for us, anyway -- is even better than cash."

"Chips!" someone called out.

Charlie smiled wide, repeating, "Chips. The chips at this are unique, and no one else on the planet has even one of them."

Someone else chimed in, "So ... if we get these chips ... we can use them as our currency ... and they'll be worth whatever we say they are."

"Yes!" Charlie agreed. "You see, if we use the dollar bill again and some lucky fucker finds an armored car full of millions of dollars in some ditch someplace, he can come here and essentially buy this place out with money that's not his ... money that has no real value to us and the labor we put into this place."

"We would be giving Three-C away ... to a lottery winner."

"Yes," Charlie again agreed. "But if we use chips..."

They spoke some more, then Charlie moved to a related subject about how there was work to be done in the prison. She mentioned their Benefits Package, and when more than one person asked variations of What the fuck, she explained that for working a minimum number of hours, each of them -- including her -- was going to get room and board, medical care, etc., essentially what the prison had already offered its inmates.

"We can discuss and vote on how many hours that will be, but I'm thinking at least 4. It's really up to you all, by a super-majority vote, two-thirds, like before."

"And if we work more than that?" someone inquired.

Charlie smiled. "Then you get paid in chips, and you can use those chips for ... well, just about anything. And once this place becomes a destination for others, there will be a lot more for you to buy ... and a lot more people to whom you can sell your own goods and services."

The discussion went on for another good hour before they turned the subject to who was going to do what work. Some of them stuck to what they used to do: laundry, cooking, cleaning, farming, ranching, nothing at all. Others wanted a change or simply -- if they'd been in isolation -- something to do for the first time.

 

[LP1957]

Lou listened and he liked the idea of the chips. He knew, and had even mentioned to Charlie that cash would be obsolete under this new system. Her replacing cash with chips could just work.

Back before Lou had split his wife's head in two he was known as one of the most honest and forthright men you could want to meet. He even ran the finances for the church he belonged to. He thought himself a perfect fit for banker here at the prison.

Even here, everyone knew him as honest and true to his word. They didn't always like his word when he would refuse to get them exactly what they were looking for. Usually illegal drugs or something they could easily turn into a weapon of some sort. But his yes was yes and his no was no and there was no swaying on his part either way.

Lou sought out Charlie after the latest meeting. "Ms. Higgins, I think your chip idea has a lot of merit to it. I would like to offer my services as the communities banker, unless of course you had someone else in mind for the job?" Lou's time keeping inventory would be hefty the first month or two then settle into a routine that would easily allow him plenty of time for this new job as well.

"I think that each resident would need to start out with a stipend. We could go with what they have in their prison account, but that wouldn't be advantageous to a lot of the folks here." Indeed it would make things rough for those with little or nothing in their commissary accounts. Not to mention the staff and where they would start out.

"Others of course would start out high on the hog if their accounts were flush." Indeed Lou would probably be the one to profit most if they went that route. By his suggestion, Charlie knew she could trust him. He was willing to start out at the same level as everyone else.

"My suggestion would be to give them each $200. in chips to start. Then another $200. down the road at some point. If 'we' (he was already assuming a place in this financial system) gave them the full $400. at one time they would be prone to putting off getting work until it ran out." Lou was dead set against the government handing out free money but this would be a necessity to get things rolling. {sorry for the political insert here}

Lou went on to list his financial credential's and the further details of getting a bank up and running. Lou rambled on until ending with "Of course the decision is up to you and those in charge." He knew, like everyone else now that Charlotte Higgins was Top Dog, he was unsure of the rest of the communities hierarchy and where he stood in it.

 

[justspitballing]

The night before the 3rd day Jules Barker slept with his bars wide open this time around. He was no longer comfortable with having them shut and with good reason.

The other day the crimes against this new world Charlie was making came to be judged. Banishment was on the table at first, and that was well called for and Jules could agree with it. Rape to Jules was a pretty horrid crime and that wasn't just cause when he was younger he couldn't ever see himself wanting to be with someone. No, it was of course something well beyond his limits of respect.

But then castration was suggested for the rapist. Even possibly rape of the man being castrated. The mob wanted blood, a lot of it, but this first trial was setting precedence. Whatever was decided for punishment here had the possibility of becoming the norm or acceptable.

If Charlie decided to banish Jules for some rotten behavior, well, he could handle that. But the possibility of him having a hand lopped off for being a pick pocket? That seemed like it was a bit beyond him. And that could be the world they were walking into.

As such Jules casted his vote for banishment, but it didn't seem to matter, the mob was to set on their current mind frame, and then all Hell broke out when a hit was attempted on Charlie. Of course Jules sided with Charlie, he knew who the winning side would be as she was so quick to the draw with her side arm there was nothing that was going to keep her down. But the fight was over so quickly Jules couldn't really do much of anything. It was all the better really. Chances are he would have hurt himself in the shuffle.

And that was the 2nd day. After that, ya, Jules kept his bars open. Charlie really had shown she was capable of locking them at any time and for really almost any reason. Best to play it safe.

But it turned out the night was safe and somehow they were still all standing for the 3rd day.

At breakfast Charlie suggested getting chips from a close by casino as a new form of currency. Of course this would mean that Charlie could see to it that she controlled all the currency of the establishment, thus giving her more power. But, in principle this wasn't a bad thing, especially if Jules could manage to get some of the chips for himself. As such he volunteered the moment he could to be one of the members of the party to go out and get them.

"I could really use the fresh air. I can be a second set of hands at the casino. I do have to start carrying my weight after all," Jules stated, trying to make it seem like he was just trying to help.

 

[CutiePie1997]

"Ms. Higgins, I think your chip idea has a lot of merit to it," Lou told Charlie when they met in her office later in the day.

He offered his services as the community's Banker, to which Charlie said, "I can't think of anyone better suited for the job."

They discussed stipends, existing and future prison commissary accounts, and potential pay scales. Charlie knew Lou had been a good choice for the numbers cruncher job, but only now was she beginning to realize just how much he was going to benefit this place.

As he continued talking about options, Charlie thought about the people who were stepping up to make Three-C's NWO a reality: a banker, a chef/farm manager, doctor, a nurse, a brothel madam; a professional Corrections Officer who was actively working on a new security protocol for not just the prison but for Charlie personally; and don't forget the drug dealer/informant who, ironically, would likely turn out to be just as important to the new Warden's success as any of the others.

"Of course the decision is up to you and those in charge," Lou finished, not wanting Charlie to feel as though he was claiming more responsibilities than he should.

"No, I think a lot of what you are saying is spot on," Charlie agreed. "I'm thinking a bit less, though, simply because, like you said, it will spur them to work more if they want more. And I was talking with Maria about her own contribution. She's going to be training some of the girls as Escorts--"

She couldn't help but chuckle, as it simply sounded so funny: Maria's girls at this time only had a maximum of 13 potential Johns, and that was only if she included her new lover Steven, the guys still in lockup for beating up Yanni, Yanni himself, and Lou Edwards, who of course had his own personal escort already.

She went on, "Maria has quite a talent for understanding the value of things. I've instructed her to employ some of the girls in going through the cabins and even some of the offices, looking for things that could be sold to the in-- the residents to add a personal touch to their ... apartments."

Charlie caught movement in the foyer -- the former Warden's Assistant's space -- beyond her own office's door and realized it was Jules. She stood to finish with Lou, telling him, "We're going to partially or fully gut most of the empty cabins, putting the take in the gymnasium. The resi's can buy what they want, and we'll put the cabins up for auction, too, in case anyone wants to move out there. You'll have neighbors, Lou."

As she was talking, Charlie gave Jules a one moment gesture, then closed the door to block his view of what came next. To Lou, she said, "I want you to have something, but I want you to understand that it comes with conditions."

Back at her desk, she opened the top drawer and removed a small 5 shot .38 Special revolver. She set it before him, saying, "This goes in your cabin. You are not to remove it from your cabin unless all hell breaks loose and I tell you to go get it. I'm giving it to you for the protection of your home ... and of Chloe, who -- by the way -- is not to know you have it."

She gestured him to stand, pulled the tails of his shirt out of his trousers with a bit too much familiarity, and stuffed the gun in his belt. "I want you to go directly home and find a place for this where you can get to it easily but where Chloe won't easily find it. Now, I need to talk to Jules. Straight home!"

 

[CutiePie1997]

"I could really use the fresh air," Jules told Charlie once it was his time for a meeting. "I can be a second set of hands at the casino. I do have to start carrying my weight after all."

"I'm sure, Jules, that you are going to earn my trust and admiration soon enough," she responded, wanting him to understand that while he may not have done much of a beneficial nature so far, she had faith that he would be a great value to her in the end. But, seeing that he truly wanted to partake of the mission, Charlie told him, "Count yourself in. Do you know how to use a firearm? Pistol, rifle, shotgun? It's not mandatory that you can shoot a tick on the ass of a fly on a pig a hundred yards off, but it might be helpful if you at least know which is the dangerous end."

Charlie spoke that last part with a Paul Hogan Crocodile Dundee accent, mimicking his warning to the movie's female character, Sue, when he gave her his rifle for a walk through the Territory. Chuckling, Charlie said, "We're gonna wait until Steve is back before we head out. He's got military experience, serious shittin ex--"

She stopped suddenly, wondering all of a sudden whether Steve's SEAL experience was common knowledge. Charlie continued, "In the meantime, if you wanted to earn a little credit, we need to get back to work on the farm and ranch, or if you don't want to get your hands that dirty, we have some work to begin on in the cabins tomorrow."

They talked about the laundry, with Charlie reminding him that there wasn't going to be a lot of work there anymore, then she let him choose what he wanted to do in the meantime. "We'll talk again tomorrow, I'm sure."

Once Jules was gone, Charlie laid on the office's couch for a three hour nap, then headed out into the prison to once again sit and talk with people about the new situation.

(OOC: I think I'm done posting for Day 3. If you have any posts for this thread for Day 3, please PM me asap. In about 12 hours from this moment, I am going to move us to Day 4, possibly even Day 5 or 6.)

 

[CutiePie1997]

Day 4 (still mid-April):

Charlie moaned and writhed atop the comforter atop the former Warden's bed, reaching down to grasp a handful of hair of the person pleasuring her clitoris with a well trained tongue. Her hips rocked feverishly as the pleasure rose and rose, and after drawing in and holding a long, deep breath, she gasped out in ecstasy as the orgasm exploded through her body.

The woman -- Marla -- continued to work her mouth upon the new Warden's womanhood, eager to see if she could push Charlie to yet another eruption. But the new Warden couldn't take it and pulled the woman's head upwards, begging, "Stop! No more! Dear God, Marla, no more! Three is enough!"

(OOC: I'm not done with this, but I got called away.)

 

[justspitballing]

During day three, Charlie's and Jules remaining conversation

"I've held a gun in the past, didn't have it loaded.. I thought it would help in the house burglary I was involved in, it didn't. I'm a quick learner though. You put me on a gun range and I'll be able to handle it well enough after a few tries," Jules said in response to Charlie's question about him using a gun. Once again, he didn't see a reason to lie. This would only make him seem honest and being able to be trusted.

Charlie then suggested some chores that he could help with. He offered help with cleaning out the cabins, figuring it would be an easy enough job and he might even find something in there worth having.

Jules then suggested he could also help with the laundry. Such a job would help Jules keep in contact with all the possible customers of his special supplies. It was good to have something that could lead to him being involved with everyone as well, the tide could really change any moment around here. Charlie though said that would be a small time task at this point.

"There might not be a lot to it right now, just if you are brining in currency for a living system and are having well protected walls, other people, they are going to start coming. I have a nose for this kind of thing," Jules stated.

They talked a little bit more and then Jules left to get started on his own personal business. It was time to check on his stash and see what few clients he actually had left.

 

[LP1957]

Lou walked away from his and Charlie's meeting as the new town banker. It was actually easier than he had thought it might be when he offered this service to her. He would spend the next week setting up the system and finding a suitable vault to hold the capital.

Before he could leave and as the prisons major drug dealer waited outside (a man that loathed Lou for denying him time and again to bring in contraband for his business) Charlie closed the door and brought out a small pistol. "This goes in your cabin. You are not to remove it from your cabin unless all hell breaks loose and I tell you to go get it. I'm giving it to you for the protection of your home ... and of Chloe, who -- by the way -- is not to know you have it."

When she pulled out his shirt tails and pushed the gun into his waistband Lou couldn't help but flinch. His first thought was that Charlie might have thought he was getting too big for his own good with his new positions and had decided to shoot his dick off.

The boss lady gave him a look that landed somewhere between concern, contempt and comical. "I want you to go directly home and find a place for this where you can get to it easily but where Chloe won't easily find it. Now, I need to talk to Jules. Straight home!"

Lou felt the weight of the gun and Charlie's scolding voice as he slinked out of the room. "Of course Ms Higgins, I will hide it away and be sure it is safe. You can rely on me." As he opened the door and made a wide path around Jules he received a very dirty look. Not only did Jules Barker dislike him, but he had never seen him with his shirt untucked. Jules was not one to miss a beat as he stared down Lou who couldn't make his way out quick enough.

Back home he wondered where Chloe had gone off to as he found a secure hiding place behind his financial and logistics logs. A place she would find no interest in looking.

 

[CutiePie1997]

(OOC: The storylines we have going necessitated the need for more inmates, so I have increased the number of both females (now 15) and males (26) for a total community population of 44 when including the 3 staff. Some are about to be banished, though.)

Day 4 (mid-April) still, continuing the above post, #35:

After they'd showered together and dressed again, Charlie and Marla ate a simple cold breakfast on the couch in the Warden's office. Charlie thanked the woman for all she done, to which Marla laughed. "You're thanking me?"

"Well, I didn't do anything for you," Charlie reminded her.

The previous evening, she hadn't pleasured the beautiful Roma beyond twiddling her clit a bit. Marla had taken over, laying Charlie back and driving her to orgasm with her fingers once and her mouth a second time. After that, with the Three-C dictator spent from the euphoria, they'd cuddled up in one another's arms and slipped off into slumber.

And this morning, Charlie had awoken Marla kissing her way down her body to her crotch, where once again a very satisfying orgasm was to be enjoyed. "You never asked me to do anything for you, Marla."

"This wasn't about me," the dark haired woman said, "it was about you."

When Charlie said she didn't understand, Marla explained, "I need something from you, and I wanted you sated when I asked for it."

Charlie laughed. "Sated, huh? Okay, hit me."

"I need to go out and find my family," Marla said, specifying, "My Clan. The Codona Clan. And I need your help. I can't go out there alone. I can handle myself just fine in bed, and I handled three years in Three-C just fine. But that world out there scares me, and I can't do this on my own."

They talked about the idea some more, including how Marla had heard that when the Red Flu broke out, the Clan had settled down in a State Park in the curve of an oxbow park on the nearby major river. "There was protection there, with only one road leading in over a bridge, which they blocked. I'm not saying that I think the Red Flu didn't reach them. But if some of them survived -- if they were immune, like you and me -- then they would have stayed there. They wouldn't have moved on."

"I'll ask for some volunteers," Charlie promised after they'd talked more. "But only on one condition. You have to come back. You have to bring your family back here, your Clan."

They talked some more, and the deal was set.

Charlie checked the clock, finding it almost 7am. "Breakfast is on in a few minutes, and I have my morning New World Order speech to make."

"You really have to stop calling it that, boss," Marla said. She reminded Charlie of how some of the inmates had thought she was quoting Hitler, and how others simply thought it sounded like some sort of White Separatist/Supremist bullshit. "How about we contemplate something different?"

Charlie reluctantly agreed, swearing she would abandon the phrase. They headed for the Dining Hall, finding most of the Residents there, either helping cook and serve the meal, filling their trays, or already sitting at the tables eating. Charlie greeted many of the folks there, ate, and -- with those already done waiting on her expected talk -- pulled a stool over and placed it at the end of the tables so all could see her.

"I've been talking to you all, as you all obviously know, duh," she began with humor, "and after the votes we took on what we thought were the appropriate punishments for those who committed crimes against our community a couple of days ago, I have decided on the sentences."

There was a bit of a ruckus, as most of the Residents thought that sentences had already been handed down. Charlie asked for calm, then said, "I've been talking to you all, like I said, and I've come to realize that carrying out the harsh sentences we voted for could be more trouble for our community than their worth. I mean, really, does anyone want a pissed off, castrated inmate walking around here anymore than one who's still got his balls swinging between this thighs? Does that make us any safer?"

There was some more discussion and argument, and Charlie finally laid it out for them with a firm tone. "This rapist will be banished to the outside world, where he will have to fend for himself on his own. However, any further such sex crimes will carry the death penalty."

Again, a flurry of voices, but Charlie waved them down, saying, "Rape has no place in our Community. Nor does murder, manslaughter, physical assault of any kind. Yanni's attacker will be banished as well, along side the four cowards who committed the gang beating on a single unarmed man. All 6 of these people will be tossed out, and anyone who commits such violence in the future will face the same fate. That's the way we bring peace and harmony to our New Society."

 

[CutiePie1997]

To our writers and readers, I have deleted the portion in my last post about newcomers at the gate. I am hurrying things to quickly.

 

[CutiePie1997]

Charlie had been the new Warden of Clark County Correctional now for 4 days now, and during all that time she'd only exchanged XXX words with the occupant of Cell C-22. Margaret Harris had been an Assistant District Attorney, prosecuting a high profile case that centered on a Jeffrey Epstein-type offender who -- just like Epstein -- had been found dead in his cell with mysterious and suspicious circumstances.

The woman they called Madge outside of the courtroom had had a key piece of evidence thrown out by the Judge, a woman she suspected of being corrupt and under the influence of the defendant and his high priced defense team. While interrogating a key witness, a known-to-be corrupt Detective, with harsh accusations of misconduct, Madge had continued forcefully with a line of questioning that the Judge had gaveled against just as forcefully.

Madge refused to cease her inquiry for almost a minute, after the judge had literally broken her gavel and stood to scream at her, "Counsel! Shut your fucking mouth! The courtroom as a whole had gasped, and after the Judge sat back down and regained her composure, she ordered a mistrial and had Madge arrested.

"This trial has been in the works for 28 days, Miss Harris," the Judge said with a still anger-wracked tone. "Therefore, it is the judgment of this court that you will be removed from any further proceedings regarding this defendant; you will be jailed for contempt and misconduct for 28 days, minimum, and you will be fined $10,000, just a fraction of the thousands of taxpayer dollars you have wasted by causing this entire affair to be restarted from the beginning. Bailiff, please take Miss Harris away."

Madge was supposed to have been put in a cell in the basement of the Courthouse, as all such contempt-charged people were. But that day, each of the four cells in that building were housing violent criminals for trials to be held that day or the next. Instead, the County Sheriff in charge of the courthouse detention area had Madge transferred to Solitary at Clark County Corrections.

And she was, obviously, still there today. To put it simply, she'd been forgotten by anyone who knew she was there. She had no family to call on her; her coworkers in the Prosecutors office were distancing themselves from her because of the whole mistrial fiasco; and the people directly connected to her incarceration -- the Judge, the Sheriff, the Warden, etc. -- had become a bit more concerned with the pandemic that was sweeping through the country and killing thousands every day.

When Charlie took over Three-C and discovered who the mysterious and anonymous Jane Doe occupant of Cell C-22 truly was, she went to her cell and offered her the choice of leaving or staying. Madge had first asked if Charlie could protect her: "I'm here anonymously so that I don't get shivved by one of the people my office put away. Can you prevent that if I stay?"

When Charlie said she couldn't guarantee it if Madge went out into the communal areas, the ADA asked if she could simply remain in her cell until they knew just what the hell was happening out there in the world. Charlie told her yes, and that was where Madge had remained for the past four days.

Each day, thrice a day, Charlie had had Maria Roberts or Betty Evans -- the only other people aware of the prosecutor's true identity -- checked on Jane Doe. Today, though, for the first time, Charlie did the welfare check -- which included bringing a meal -- on her own. She operated the remote without the need for the key in this case, and as the door slid open, she found Madge in the middle of dressing.

"Not exactly regular issue prison undergarments, are they?" Charlie said, giving the incredibly and erotically beautiful woman a good up and down ogle. "But then, you aren't exactly a regular issue prisoner, are you ... Jane?"

Madge ignored the ogle and comment, pulling her blouse into place and buttoning it before finding her skirt and donning it, too. She came forward to accept the offered tray of food, asking simply, "How are things going out there?"

"The world is going to fuck in a handbasket," Charlie answered. "I'm trying to do my best for these people, and I've had three attempts on my life in 3 days resulting in 4 deaths and soon to result in half a dozen banishments. Radio reports say the Federal Government is in turmoil, with no one even knowing if we have a President. We still have electricity and water, but the internet and cell service is down."

She hesitated a moment as she watched the blonde bombshell continuing to cover up her delicious body, then added, "Good news is Days of our Lives is still on. So are Dr. Phil and Life After Lockup, which -- honestly -- I'd never even heard of before and now wish I hadn't."

"Am I safe to leave my cell now?" Madge asked. When Charlie didn't immediately answer, the ADA continued, "You provided me with the files of the inmates who remained behind, and looking through them, I couldn't find anyone that my office put in here. No one out there should recognize me, and as long as you and Maria and Betty keep my identity secret, Jane should be able to move about without too much risk. Or ... am I wrong?"

Charlie couldn't help but give Madge's body one last look up and down before smirking and saying, "I have a hard time believing that anyone who looks like you could be safe any where that men walk this Earth ... but ... yes, I think you are safe to venture out. I'll have Harvey keep an eye on you for a few days, until we know for sure."

Madge said she'd remain inside for the day, maybe even another, and make her grand entrance soon enough. Charlie shrugged, saying, "Whenever. There's no rush. Is there anything you need?"

"Oh, where do I start?" Madge chuckled. "No, I'm fine for now. Maria was kind enough to have my clothes laundered and provide me with some more casual things to wear. No, I think I'm good."

As Charlie turned to leave, Madge suddenly asked, "Are you a good person, Charlotte ... Charlie."

When the woman with the gun and gate control turned back, Madge pointed out the obvious, "You're a death row inmate, now in control of the very prison that had planned on executing her; you've killed three or four men by your own admission; you have in your hands control over the lives of dozens of men and women, some of them very dangerous people who -- again, by your own admission -- you are more than willing and able to simply put down if they challenge you."

Madge hesitated, waiting for a reply that didn't come. She finished, "So, I'm wondering: are you a good person? Are you going to protect these people and lead them to survive and thrive in this horrific situation in which you, they, and I have found ourselves? Or ... should I just get this over with and have you shoot me in the forehead?"

Charlie studied the other woman for a long moment before saying, "We're having lasagna tonight, with a full salad bar, so we can use up some of the fresh vegies before they go bad. You should come join us. Or, I can have one of the girls bring you a plate."

With that, Charlie headed away, leaving the cell's door open to give Madge the choice of whether or not to close it.

 

[LP1957]

Lou, having expected that many of the outside worlds systems would soon run dry worked excessive hours the first few days to pull information from the internet and catalog it on his computer. Making extensive lists on items and nearby locations where they could be found. That is of course providing that someone else hadn't beat them to the booty.

He wasn't overly happy when Charlie had asked him to locate certain pills and drugs for Jules Barker. Items he had denied the man numerous times in the past. He wasn't delighted at all as he would prefer to live in a drug free environment. He also would comply with her wishes and try his best to find those items for the man that despised him.

Maybe it would act as a peace offering between the two if he were able to get Jules everything he was looking for. Or at least give him the locations on where to best find them. He had heard the rumor that Jules was to be part of the first scavenger party to go out and rummage about the nearby towns.

Being a major prison CCC was set out from any major cities. The closest large city was a good 60 miles away. Lou thought they would have better luck, and better security, in the small town hospitals and drug stores. Those still alive would more likely to be prone to go into the city for their one stop shopping.

Lou handed over his extensive list to Charlie, again in a large binder type book form. "Ms. Higgins, Are you sure you can trust the crew you are planning to send out? I believe some of them will be on a mission to only better their own personal situation here." (He was of course referring to Jules Barker in particular.)

"And the retrieving and storage of the chips need to have the utmost security. Pg. 43 details where we should be able to find an armored car for the transport. Providing someone you trust implicitly can gain access to one with the keys, and enough gas to get back here."

 

[CutiePie1997]

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Earlier in the day:

Molly O'Flanagan rolled an office chair into the office where Lou was working feverishly to download and print pages from the internet.

"This the type you're looking for, Mister Edwards?" she asked with a sweet voice. When he turned, she spun the chair to show him the partially filled box of reams of printer paper. She smiled and giggled, saying in regards to how she'd moved the paper from one office to the other, "It was too heavy for me to carry."

Molly was probably the most unlikely of people to be an inmate at Clark County Correctional. Well, Lou was, too, but her story was simply hard to believe. She'd been a waitress at her father's restaurant, an establishment that had been in threat of financial collapse. One day, her father introduced her to a new patron, a handsome gentleman who was sophisticated and charming and smelled of money.

Despite his being 3 times her age, Molly fell instantly in love with the man. Dominic Delgado would come into the cafe twice a week for over a month, each time sitting at one of Molly's tables and, when finished, leaving her a $50 tip.

Molly knew that her father would never allow her to associate with the man outside the cafe, let alone date him, but she was desperate to spend time with Dom away from her job and her father. On his 9th of 10th visit, Molly casually mentioned a play being staged at a local repertoire theater, and Dom casually mentioned that he just might be able to get two tickets.

She lost her virginity to him that night, and -- keeping it from her father, obviously -- they remained lovers for the next 3 years. They had an exciting and wild sex life: sex clubs (despite her status as a minor), threesomes, group sex, toys, swapping, and even some bondage. And yet, somehow, when she was away from Dominic, Molly still felt like and acted like a sweet, innocent teenage.

Life was going great for Molly and her family: she had a boyfriend who treated her wonderfully, and her father's cafe had somehow turned around, with more customers than ever.

What she only learned on accident was that her father had essentially sold her to Dominic, in exchange for an infusion of cash and referrals to his friends and underworld associates, who made up most of the new clientele. Molly only found this out when an FBI task force raided the restaurant during a birthday party for the crime organization's boss.

Dominic somehow made bail and asked Molly to come to his country estate to talk. When he told her the truth about their relationship and she concluded that she had unknowingly been nothing more than a whore all this time, she retrieved a gun from a drawer and pumped 14 shots into him.

A year later, she was in Clark County Correction for murder, where she'd been for an equivalent amount of time when the Red Flu struck. Initially she'd been in the female section of GenPop, but after a jailed member of the crime family attempted to shiv her, Molly was put into C-Wing's protective custody section.

She was 20 years old by that time, and -- having always been a social person -- was desperate for a friend in her new place of residence. Her cell was across the passageway from Charlotte Higgins, and over that time, she and the new Warden became friends.

Which brought her to Lou Edwards. Charlie had assigned Molly to help the Numbers Cruncher in his daily duties, a job Chloe had asked of the Warden so that she might have some independence to pursue other avenues of income, meaning other Johns.

Of course, it was still early in this new stage of being for Three-C, so it wasn't like Chloe was parting her thighs or opening her mouth for half a dozen men a day. In fact, she'd only partaken of just one other man thus far: Corrections Officer Harvey Lewis, who she'd been having regular visits with before Charlie's takeover and even the Red Flu.

Molly was more than aware of Chloe's relationship with Lou. Everyone was by now as Three-C was a small place and was now an open place. She thought it was good for Lou to have a lover. She didn't know if it was good for him to have Chloe, however.

Chloe was ... well ... she was a slut! No, she was a whore. There was a difference between the two in Molly's mind, characterized by a joke she's once heard:

A whore is a capitalist.
She fucks for money.
A slut is a socialist.
She fucks for the community.​

Ironically -- and she would never tell anyone else this, as it wasn't common knowledge -- Molly herself had been a slut. Oh, she had never called herself that, nor had Dominic. But it was true. When she was with him in the latter months of those 3 years together, she had sex with just about anyone Dom put her with because she thought it made him happy, them happy, everyone happy. The community was happy.

Ironically, after she spilled his blood all over his country home's stained wood floors, Molly remembered that it had been Dom who'd told that joke at a party in which she'd engaged in one form of sex or another with six men and two women.

Socialist Slut!

"I found some more printer cartridges, too," she told Lou with a happy tone. "And I emptied out those Regulations notebooks so that you could use them for your pages. I even found a three hole punch."

She was tickled to be of service to someone, and Lou had been very polite and friendly with her thus far. She liked him, but only as a ... what, an office associate? She didn't imagine the two of them as anything but work mates.

But, honestly, Molly had wondered about him being naked and engaged with Chloe. What did that look like. Lou was sort of a dumpy, frumpy old man, which wasn't bad in Molly's mind: she kind of liked his look, all normal and not that manly man, tall, dark, and handsome persona every man seemed to want to have.

Molly had seen Chloe naked once, before she'd been put in solitary, and she knew the woman to be simply the most incredible sexy woman on the face of the planet. The two women were rather similar in measurements: Molly's 5'6" body mapped out at 36D-25-36 whereas Chloe's 5'7" figure measured 34C-26-36.

But while the dark eyed, dark haired Chloe's body had the perfectly tanned and toned, flawless skin of an airbrushed Playboy Bunny, with amazingly gravity-defying tits, the green eyed, auburn haired Molly's body was fair skinned with an explosion of freckles and -- while still incredibly sexy -- not nearly as tight with those uplifting breasts of Lou's 3 years older lover.

The Numbers Cruncher was lucky. So was Chloe for that matter. Molly would be someday soon she was sure. There were a lot of men in the prison who would be looking for a nice girl for whom they could share their love and tenderness.

Yeah, right! If she was going to find a nice man in Clark County Correctional, he was going to have to come into the prison from the outside. She gave Lou a look as he ripped open a ream of paper to reload the printer and thought to herself, Too bad he isn't available. I think we could be happy together.

 

[LP1957]

Lou could not believe his turn of luck over the past few days. Not only had he gained the trust and seeming respect of the Big Boss, he had himself a girlfriend and now a personal assistant as well. And all three of them were on the high end of the gorgeous scale.

Granted his 'girlfriend' was assigned to him. She had sucked and fucked him dry a couple of times. He had vowed to himself that the next go around would be for her benefit as well. He just needed to hold out long enough himself to pleasure her.

Now here was Molly O'Flanagan, just allocated to him to help with the inventory and banking duties as seemed fitting. Lou could only imagine that the fiery, redheaded Irish Lass would be assigned to be in his bed as well at some point.

Lou had to kick his mind back in gear as she handed him a new ream of paper and some ink cartridges. Lou wasn't a greedy man and he would be better off keeping things that way. Although she did make his thin dick stick up and take notice as she had a way of moving about the office pace they had garnered.

He had never dealt with Molly while doing his prior procurement business here at the prison. He figured she must just be self sufficient and happy with what she had. Or someone else was fulfilling her needs.

Lou was feeling hornier as the day progressed and thought this might just be the day to go home and ravish the young Chloe. Ravish with a tongue that was much more proficient then his dick.

 

[justspitballing]

On day four Jules stayed true to his word, being more honest then he was accustomed to(but that could have just been Charlie's trigger finger), and was helping to clean out the cabins. It was a slow and tedious job and did not result in him finding anything of note.

But there was a benefit, one of the men he worked with was an easy sell. By the end of his shift there he had sold most of his products, which was a problem in of itself. Can't be much of a drug dealer if you don't have the stalk to back it up. Hopefully he would be able to find a bit more product when he went out with the salvage crew to the casino. It was starting to look like a pretty important trip.

Of course, word had it that Lou was maybe trying to get him material, which of course gave Jules a smile. Lou felt like Jules was out to get him, as he likely felt everyone was, but Jules liked the man. After all, he was not effective against stopping Jules in anyway. When you're an active criminal you tend to like the cops that don't keep a good eye on crime. Lou was an easy work around, an easy mark if you will. At least that's the story that most convicts believed because of the whole murder of his wife.

But, Jules did know a bit better. What the wife story really said is you couldn't push Lou to far or he would snap your hand off. The lucky thing though was he still didn't know that about himself, he still believed the stories other people told, which made him an easy mark like they wanted him to be.

But Jules couldn't fully count on Lou, he had to see about getting his own products, which he would be doing soon. He actually had a lot to do now, not just cleaning up some cabin to look good for the warden. He had to get some shooting practice in if he could because the outside world, it was not going to be a friendly place. He also felt like he may have to make a bit of a prayer.

Oh, Jules wasn't a religious man at all, but if he wanted to get more of his products and of course, get his hands on a lot of the chips at that casino for himself, he was going to need a little luck.

 

[CutiePie1997]

It was just shortly after lunch when Charlie got onto the intercom system: "Attention, attention. Will the following Residents please report to Building 12 at their earliest convenience ... which, actually, I mean now ... please."

She went on to name 12 women, including Maria, Kirstin, Huong, Paula, Wanda, Marla, Rosita, Madge, and Betty; and 12 men, including Doc MacFarlane, Jules, Lou, and Juan Diego.

Building 12 was, of course, the Weapons Training Facility. The building was accessed through the Armory, and the portion of it that was the topic of tonight's little get-together was the shooting range. When those who heeded Charlie's call were gathered, she explained that they were all about to get fire arms training.

Of the 22 who bothered to show up, only 18 wanted to participate. Charlie told them, "Our New Society here is going to become a tasty target for some of the militias that I am certain are already forming or formed out there in the world. If you want Three-C to survive and thrive -- or just survive for that matter -- they you are going to need to be ready to defend it ... possibly with your life."

The gun range was an indoor facility with a small classroom and 3 stations for actual firing practice. Harvey was waiting in the classroom for the students and without haste launched into safety, weapons identification, firearms handling, and post-firing care.

"Tonight we will have a test," he'd told the group before beginning the lectures, "and those of you who score perfect on the that test will be invited back tomorrow to train with actual weapons."

"Perfect?" someone complained.

But Harvey quickly explained, "If one of your neighbors here gets wrong the question about how to handle a loaded weapon with the safety off, do you really want that person next to you when they accidentally pull the trigger? I don't think so."

They spent 2 hours talking and watching videos on a Power Point program, then took the test. Of the 22 participating, 8 missed at least 1 question, with most of them missing a handful or more. Harvey only shook his head, telling them they should never be allowed to handled anything more dangerous than an electric toothbrush.

The other 14 -- ironically evenly split between males and females -- were invited to the shooting range for a demonstration. Harvey had gone ahead already, and when Charlie led them to the range, the sole official CO left at Clark County Correctional, was standing in the most distant of the three stations: he had his 9mm on his hip while a shotgun laid on the counter of the station before him and a semi-automatic rifle with a scope sat at the nearest. There were targets hanging before each of the three stations: the left and middle targets were about 50 feet down range, while the target in the center was at the very end of the 150 foot range.

"Ear protection," he ordered. "Safety first, always."

As soon as everyone had their ear muffs on, Harvey -- who had been a Marines Weapons Instructor before becoming a Corrections Officer -- quickly lifted the shotgun and rapid-fired 6 rounds. The paper target was shredded! Virtually nothing was left of it as shards of thick paper wafted in the slowly circulating air.

Returning the shotgun to the counter, he pulled his sidearm as he moved to the center station. He quickly emptied the 14 shot clip, tearing to shreds the center of the target, creating a paper donut.

He slammed a fresh clip into the pistol, chambered a round in the barrel, and holstered the weapon as he moved to the last station. Here, he leaned over the rifle, put his eye to the scope, targeted the distant piece of paper, and popped off 2 rounds a second until the 12 round clip was empty.

Charlie was watching the reactions of the mostly-inmates, and her lips spread in a smile at the awe most of them had in the shooting display. Some were not that impressed or at the least acted not to be, but Charlie knew Harvey was putting on a good show.

Setting the rifle down, Harvey turned to face the crowd as he activated the switch which would bring the very distant target back to the station. As he waited, he told them -- without sounding like he was bragging -- about his experience in the Marines, adding, "I don't expect most of you to learn to shoot like this. I expect you to learn to concentrate on one target, pull the trigger if necessary, and move on, with a calm, cool head. If you don't think you can take a human life, even one of someone who means to do you and your neighbors harm, you need to tell me or Charlie now."

By the time he finished, the target he'd been shooting from 150 distant arrived. He took it off the clip and turned it to show the others: in the style of Martin Riggs from the movie Lethal Weapon, he'd shot an easily recognizable smiley face, though, this one also had 3 closely packed shots in the middle of its forehead.

Just as significant to the well placed shots, though, was a phrase Harvey had hand written in marker across the bottom of the page:

Hi! I'm the next person who betrays Warden Higgins. And I'm dead!

 

[CutiePie1997]

Day 5 and Day 6 both

Day 5:

Charlie had begun keeping a Journal on Day 3, and this morning -- as she sipped at a cup of espresso that the ever helpful Molly had made for her -- she wrote:

April 18 -- Woke up this morning at 0550, still breathing. That's the good news.

Bad news is the internet went down last night around 7pm. Lou was still downloading gobs of information, and thankfully he was backing his shit up on the hard drive. He and Molly have filled, what, maybe a 20-30 three inch three ring binders with everything from Mapquest locations of pharmacies and solar panel distributors to instruction manuals on all of our equipment to organic agricultural techniques and stock animal breeding.

We still have a working Satellite phone for now. Of course, there aren't very many people to call with it. I allowed everyone an opportunity to call family and friends in an attempt to learn if such people were still alive. Some did make a connection, but only a handful. It's sad, but then it's an apocalyptic pandemic, right?

We finished gutting the 9 empty Staff Cabins of personal property, spreading it all about the floor of the gymnasium. I scanned through it and separated out what I didn't want made available to the Inmates--

Damn, I have to get used to calling them Residents. Maria suggested I use the term Citizens, but I had an idea about that. We are going to have an official process by which the Residents of the New Society earn Citizenship, and with Citizenship comes benefits: voting privileges, a percentage of the value of goods scavenged out in the World, the right to occupy one of the cabins, a seniority placement for jobs and other things, and more.

I spoke with some of those who I find most loyal, and most of them found the idea reasonable. Of course, each of them only said so if they were already a Citizen. I told each of them the same thing: be loyal to me, work hard, and play nice, and you, too, can be a Citizen of the New Society.

(Even I think it sounds sappy when I say it, but most of the others like it.)​

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!​

Day 6, April 19th:

At just past 3am, Charlie awoke with a start to the sound of an alarm and -- hardly without thinking -- pulled out the little 5 shot .38 Special she kept under her blanket. Beside her, Marla only rolled to her front side, pulled a pillow over her head, and screamed into the mattress, "Holy fuck, make that thing turn off."

A moment later, Charlie realized that the emergency light high in one of the corners was on and that nothing else in the room that was electrically powered was showing signs of life. Then, another moment later, everything reenergized again as the emergency generator kicked on the power bus flipped over.

The new Warden was dressed and out in the block quickly, met first by Harvey Lewis, then by others who were concerned and didn't simply roll over in their own beds. They would investigate and find that the public power grid had gone down. They checked the generators for proper function, learning that all was well. Wide awake now, Charlie volunteered to stay up and keep an eye on things, but Harvey insisted on relieving her at 0500.

It was going to be a long day today: they were going to the casino just after sunrise. Charlie returned to her bed at 0530, but there simply was not going back to sleep. She spent a little time fooling around with her Roma lover, then got showered and dressed again and headed off to eat with the Residents before they loaded up the trucks for their first group venture beyond the New Society's fence.

 

[CutiePie1997]

Sarah Simms flinched at an unexpected sound behind her, spinning to find Samuel Davis coming up behind her down the Main Garden Path. He quickly raised his hands in an apologetic gesture.

"Sorry, didn't mean to startle you," he said with a sincere smile, even as his gaze was taking a conspicuous walk up and down her delicious body. "Whatcha doing? Can I help?"

Almost from the moment Warden Charlie had opened the inmate floodgates, several men had been vying for Sarah's attention, none more so than Samuel Davis. In fact, rumor was that he'd physically threatened at least two men in regards to their interest in her, wanting her all for himself.

"Planning this spring's planting," she answered, glaring at him for the way he way ogling her so obviously. When he diverted his eyes -- for the moment, anyway -- Sarah continued, "We have to plant more intensively this year, if we are going to feed ourselves. We have far fewer mouths now, but we are getting no help from the outside anymore either. All of our bread and pastry wheat came from the outside. Milk, too, 'cept for the goat milk we made cheese from, but that was just a hobby thing. Won't produce enough milk for all of us, let alone cheese."

"So, we grow more food, then," Samuel said. "I heard that cook, SEAL Boy Steve--"

Samuel stopped as Sarah shot him a harsh glare. She was one of the only inmates who knew even the slightest about Steven's military past, specifically the physical harm he'd suffered during his capture and torture.

She had befriended Nurse Betty some time ago, and Betty had had the occasion to see Steve shirtless in the Infirmary during some sort of procedure. Betty looked into it, out of curiosity, and later -- forgetting Medical Practices policies -- she'd shared what she learned with Sarah.

Samuel continued, "Sorry. Anyway, I heard that the Chef had horded away boxes and bags of seeds in the barn last Autumn."

"It's not the quantity of seed that's the problem," Sarah said. "It's a lack of arable land, maybe even water. There's just not enough of both inside the prison."

 

[LP1957]

Lou showed up at the firing range shortly after Charlie had made her request of the 24 to do so. He aced the test, Lou had an almost photographic memory and had read up on gun safety and usage in the past. Combined with the new material presented by Harvey, he was deemed eligible to return the next day for actual range time.

Of the 14 that had passed the test, Lou was assigned the far left station as the first shooter. He entered and found a .38 special, a shotgun, and a scoped rifle awaiting him. The handgun was the same as the one Charlie had clandestinely shoved into his waist band just a couple days prior.

He heard the jests and jeers from the men there when he picked it up. "Little gun for a little man."
"Don't shoot it off too fast." "Looks like it matches his size." Most of the women kept quiet but he could hear the chorus of giggles from them at the men's comments.

Embarrassed, Lou picked up the handgun and fired rapidly at the target. Empting the cylinder he managed to hit the lower corners of the target with two of his shots. The balance missed all together.

Having been instructed to use the rifle next, Lou bucked protocol and opted for the shotgun instead. His first blast almost knocked him over with the recoil. Again he could hear the laughter and jeers from both the men and the women. One of the women even shouted out "I don't want him defending me, I will take my chances on my own."

His next 5 shots he remained upright, though his hitting of the target was only slightly more acceptable then with the handgun. He than picked up the rifle and aimed it down station to the far target. His first shot went dead center into the bulls eye. This drew another refrain from the crowd.
"Every dog gets lucky now and again." "Well that was a fluke."

When his second and third volleys boarded his first even Harvey stood up and took notice. When he had emptied the gun and the instructor pulled in the target there was a single 2" hole right in the center where every slug had landed. "Quite impressive. You have shot before." Harvey said. The rest of the crowd remained amazed and quiet.

I had a Winchester 30/30 at home before I came here. Used to target shoot quite often with it. This scope almost makes it feel like cheating. The 30/30 only had a sight point at the end of the barrel. As valuable as Lou was inside the offices, he had just earned himself time on the wall as well.

 

[CutiePie1997]

Molly O'Flanagan

(OOC: I like that post for Lou above!)

(OOC: This is out of place in the timeline. Don't worry about.)

It was a couple of hours after what would have been the end of a work day at any normal office, and yet only now was Lou heading out the door to go be with his live-in lover, Chloe. He called over his shoulder to Molly O'Flanagan, "Be sure to lock up when you go."

"Of course, Mister Edwards," Molly responded, still using Lou's surname. "Enjoy your evening."

Molly herself blushed at that: Lou was going home to his newly acquired Staff Cabin to have sex with one of the sexiest women in the world, let alone the prison.

After Lou departed, Molly continued working. Her boss had printed out hundreds, possibly thousands of pages of information that she'd been three hole punching and putting into 3 ring notebooks or organizing in file cabinets that they'd emptied of not moot prison information to make room.

Unfortunately, the internet had gone out and Lou's search for the meaning of everything had ended. But Molly's work certainly went on.

The last thing she did before departing was to take a long moment to study the gun safe that had been delivered to the office earlier in the day by some of the brawnier men. (They'd been more than happy to do so because they'd all wanted an opportunity to hit on Molly, efforts that had been without success for each of them.)

The safe had originally housed firearms in the armory but had been replaced by a newer, larger, more secure one a year ago. Now it would be the vault for the New Society Bank. (Molly had called it that. Charlie had chuckled and told her, "I like it.")

Harvey had known the combination, of course, and had opened it for Charlie, who had then changed the combination. She was the only one who had it for now, though, but Lou was to be told it later.

Harvey returned to walk Molly to her cell. He lingered; his attraction to her was obvious, but unfortunately for the CO, it wasn't returned. Molly went off to shower, then returned to bed. There, she imagined Mister Edwards and her laying in a gigantic pile of casino chips, naked and making love.

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!​

In the middle of the night, Molly woke up to the power outage alarm. Panicked, her first thought was to pull her cell door closed. Its lock hadn't yet been disabled, causing it to secure as soon as the steel hit the frame. Afterward, she felt silly when Harvey had to come around and free her. Again -- this time with her in only a nightgown and flip flops -- the CO took a moment to ogle Molly and tell her how pretty she was before finally leaving to deal with other things.

She was going to have to talk to Charlie about this. Molly just didn't know how.

 

[Homerun2611]

(OOC: This references an incident for Steven and Jessi that will be revealed in detail in Steven, Jessi and Charlie (1x1), but suffice it to say, they narrowly survive an ambush and come back full of adrenaline with Jessi realizing how cold and cruel this new world is!)

He had purposely left early, something told hm he had been away too long. He would need to talk to Charlie and explain, he had promised and meant to be back nearly 4 days ago, but real life had intervened. Since leaving the attackers, most of whom were now dead, behind him, he had traveled near 100 MPH, over the last 58 miles. Jessi's hair was windblown and her eyes were wide, she had a near death grip with her arms wrapped around her uncles chest and even when they wheeled in and stopped by where the various vehilces were being prepared, she didn't let go.

He saw Charlie, who he was pretty sure had already seen him, and motioned her over. "Sorry boss, things happened, and I will explain it all, but not now." Charlie saw the look on the young girl's face and must have known that something bad, or near bad had happened.

Steven looked around, "What is going on, what has been going on?" He wanted to know it all, but again knew now was not the time. Charlie was now taking in all of Jessi, who was now off the biked in her short cut off shorts, hiking boots and tight t-shirt, and she was clinging to Steve like a barnacle clings to a boat.

"This is Jessi, I've told her a bit about you, but not as much as I hope you will, she's my niece." He saw Jessi's eyes shoot up at him, as if to say, "I am a hell of a lot more than that!" Of course, Charlie could have equally said she was a hell of a lot more than his boss.

"I'd like to get her settled, I have to know she is safe, but it looks like something is happening here, something where my skills might be useful?" Steven was fingering the gun still in his pocket. He would need ammo though, he had gone through three clips getting them out of there, of course it had been well used.

"Is there someplace I can take her to be safe until I get back?" Again Jessi's eyes shot up at him, and he felt bad but he knew the group could use him and in the long run that was to Jessi's benefit too. "Then maybe we can talk for a second and you can fill me in on how I can help?"