A/N…well thanks for joining me on my first story for this show. Obviously I don't own the characters just thought it might be fun to put a new spin on our ladies of Litchfield. As the story progresses, I'll add most of the main the characters of OITNB but I'll be placing them into a loosely based plot of another of my favorite prison shows, transitioning the all male cast to theirs while intertwining the two plots. short intro….more in a few days
Intro:
The sound of the buzzing was consistent….her eyes were closed. The striking planes of her face were a picture of solemnness….devoid of emotion. It had become almost peaceful, she thought, the last six months was finally coming to a culmination. The tattoo artist paused to soak up the small amount of blood pooling against the pale inner forearm of her subject.
Jenny couldn't quite place why but something about this woman was constantly pulling her in…like a magnet…every time they made eye contact…those striking green depths were like cat eyes.
She made the final swipes with the tattoo gun to finish the last image and sat back in awe. "Let me look at it…just one more time?" Jenny begged with her bottom lip between her teeth and gazed up expectantly. She was granted with a mysterious gaze…penetrating. Then suddenly, albeit unwillingly, her client rose to her full height from the chair. Turning around, she began to unbutton her black tailored dress shirt to unveil the finished back piece.
"Most people start off with something small for their first piece…but not you…it's amazing….,she trailed off …receiving shoulder shrug in reply…."well, you're the artist…
"It's helluva lot of work…it takes years to get the kind of ink you've gotten….not to mention the pain tolerance…"
"Yeah, well…I don't have a lot of time…
"I can't believe you're going to walk out that door and I'm never gonna see this again, or you…Alex…." Jenny batted her eyelashes hopefully as she buttoned her shirt back and slipped the fee into her palm. "There's a very good chance of that but…thanks for all your hard work."
Just as subtly as Alex had strode into her shop with drawings to replicate full of large graphics and an intricate maze of overlaying lines that now adorned her back, ribs, and both arms…suddenly Jenny was watching her leave—She had paid with cash only, asked to be kept off the books. Sadly, Alex had refused to have any demo photos of her tattoos for her to put in her portfolio even….such a shame…..damn she was hot!
Hawthorne Suites
Alex strides purposefully through the door of her high rise apartment-moderately and simply furnished with all black furniture and expensive paintings. Immediately, in the center was a large open study with all glass walls showing an impressive view of the skyline and water below. In it was one large table, overflowing with books, empty bottles of water and endless Starbucks cups. Adhesed to the glass walls were papers of all kinds… overlaying one another in places- squares and rectangles…newspaper articles, hand written notes, architectural drawings, intricate city and residential maps, and pictures.
She hurriedly begins to rip it all down, shoving it into a black trash bag…her calculating eyes flash onto a NY Times article "Governor's daughter wins Humanitarian award her picture was captioned 'championing for prisoner's rights for better healthcare'. The titles flowed before her, as she ripped them down…
'Final appeal for, Galina Reznikov denied and execution still set for May 11'
'Scientific research shows new breakthroughs for Insulin dependency'
'Cisneros treasure hunt still alive….after 40 years since her conviction'
"Life sentence for Mob boss, Yvonne Parker, handed down for NY police murders"
One last image, one that she had probably spent too long looking at on certain nights, the young doctor with such an innocent face, her blonde hair and blue eyes looking every bit the epitome of her famed upbringing. She crumbled it…a bit more sternly that was warranted….she couldn't let any wandering guilt get in the way of what needed to be done.
Alex's face was set with grim determination, as she unhooked several external hard drives from her laptop. She walked calmly out onto her balcony. Taking one last look around at the life she had made for herself…it had been a good one…and then she threw the electronics as hard as she could, clearing the boundary and into the watery bay below.