WELCOME TO MAX SEC

oh she got a way with the boys in the place
TREAT 'EM LIKE THEY DON'T STAND A CHANCE
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The scene showed Katherine Hoffman walking into the rec room, a little unsure. She figured since she was going to be stuck here, she might as well try to find something to do. As she walked in, people stopped and stared at her like she was a little mouse in a cage full of hungry tigers. Kate bit her lip, and quickly rushed into the room looking down. She was able to catch a glimpse of everyone's outfit, which looked exactly the same. Orange and white jumpsuit, so not flattering. Kate was not only a journalist for a top fashion magazine but a designer. No matter what her situation was, the one thing the guards could not take from her was fashion. It was her passion, and the outfit she came up with surely expressed that. Instead of typical orange pants, Kate was able to tear them Into a somewhat cute pair of short shorts, with the matching white top transformed into a tank top. She probably would get scolded for her outfit choice, but nothing mattered to Kate anymore. 

As she walked, she made her way over to a lonely table with a few magazines on it. When she sat down, she picked up an issue and began to skim through it. As she skimmed, her eyes light up in horror. An article was published about how she had been locked up, and her eyes immediately began to water. Trying to stop herself from crying, she slammed down the magazine, and tore the page out in rage. As she tore it out, she felt someone standing behind her. Without even looking back, she snapped..

"What are you looking at? Take a picture it will last longer.."

As she snapped, she looked down. This place surely had been getting to her. It was eating her up inside and she had no control over it. As she continued to look down, she turned around, and bit her lip to see who she had snapped at.

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i heard that you were trouble
'BUT I COULDN'T RESIST

template by RINA SAYS RAWR ! of caution 2.0

Michael was already in the rec room by the time Kathrine had slipped in. With Savannah and Faith working with some of the twinks Michael found himself at a loose end and so he claimed a little corner of the rec room for his own. Michael sat at one of the tables, hunched over a chess board. His smouldering gaze directed at the board. The observant individule would notice that the tables surronding Michael had been vacated. The inmate was a great fan of personal space, and rather protective of his own.

Michael barely glanced at Kathrine untill she sat down. A breif flick of dark eyes over her for a few moments before he returned them to the board. He hadn't seen her before but this in itself was nothing important. People came and went and without much thought Michael returned to his solo game, shifting the pieces across the board. One thick hand resting against the table, fingers rattling evenly to some internal tune where as the other hand supported Michael's shaved head, shifting only to move a piece.

Lifting a rook Michael used it to knock over the King before packing away the game and put the game away, packing it into the worn cardboard box and moving to put the game away Michael eased past the woman who was stooped over a magazine of some description. Michael heard her tear the page off and then snapped at him. Most days Michael would have taken offense, but perhaps he was getting softer in his old age. Instead the inmate moved past her to the other side of her table, leaning over to pick up the magazine and flipping it to the cover where a picture of her was slapped in the corner. " Someone already did." He rumbled, his voice tomb deep.

Without a moments delay Michael took the magazine and lightly tossed it onto the next table along. " The first few days are the hardest, after that things get easier. Sit down." The last two words were a command, rather than a request and Michael sat opposite her.

Kate looked at the man who sat with her, then towards the magazine. Sure, for her title in life in the fashion world she knew this would come, but never expected to feel like this. As she looked down, she bit her lip again, which she often did when nervous, then spoke.

"I shouldn't be on that cover..at least not this way.. I should be on there releasing a statement about my newest line or this years fashion not a statement from jail. Honestly mr..whatever your name is, I don't think it will get better.."

She looked At him and titled her head. How did he know it would? Sure, maybe for him it would. He was a strong man where as she is a small helpless girl. Why of all people would e stop and sit here when he had his own little area? As the questions ran through her mind, she looked into his eyes, wondering.

"I'm Kate by the way.. Kate Hoffman..sorry for yelling, I'm not really too thrilled to be here, but than again who is really..don't mind me asking, but How? How can a horrible place like this get better? ..."

She looked at him from across the table, still biting her lip. He seemed like a big guy, and she was in no position to make a big guy mad. She's heard things about people in prison so she tried to calmly talk to him, not making a scene or staring anything.

Michael wasn't the charitable sort, but time with Savannah was rubbing off on him and he could see a fish out of water a mile away. The poor woman was in for some seriously bad times and it would probably shock her to the core. With the predatory ease of a panther on the hunt Michael sank strolled around the table and sank into the seat opposite, dark eyes flicking to the cover of the magazine she had chosen before offering a slight bob of his shoulders. " Chances are you won't be on the cover again untill your time here is resolved." Resting his thick arms on the table Michael hunched over slightly.

Michael merely smirked when she offered a small apology along with her name, the rants he had heard quite a few times. It was the same with everyone. Everyone should have been somewhere else doing something else. That would carry on for at least the first month and Michael felt a touch of pity for her cell mate. "Thats alright Kate, my name is Michael." Michael didn't offer his hand, merely studied Kate for a moment.

The tomb deep voice rumbled after a moment or two of silence. " It will get better, but you need to work for it." Rubbing his leathery hands together out of habit the big inmate glanced to a nearby table before speaking again. " You'll be pushed around the first few days. Then, eventually someone will come to your cell. Could be anyone. My guess would be Reyes, that person will pick a fight withyou and from there your future goes two ways." Michael opened his left hand. " You can fight back, as hard as you can untill someone stops it and they will eventually. You'll show you can take care of yourself and things will be easier. you'll get a little respect. That will keep most inmates off your back, and give the hacks second thoughts before they try anything with you" The inmates thick right hand uncurled.

" On the other hand...if you don't fight, if you try to talk your way out of it or just give in people will know your a push over and from there? Your short...unpleasant life will consist of having others sell your body, constant abuse, being traded around, used up and eventually... you'll end up in the furnace with everyone else who didn't fight. You'll get back on your magazine front cover." Michael rolled his shoulders in a shrug. " What will happen to you if you don't fight? Most people would call it rape and murder. Your magazine will call it suicide. Nothing sells quite like celebrity suicide." Relaxing back in his chair Michael offered a small smile. " You look nervous." Michael commented after a moment.