Summer and Semper 1x1

Okay, awesome! And yes x I love my sassy gal so I might keep her and leave it fxf. Which of us would you like to start?

Skylar Brennan

Florence Women's Prison was a large, slate gray stone building that looked exactly like what you'd expect a prison building to look like. Barren. Formidable. Surrounded by a high chain link fence, electrified and topped with razor wire, and situated directly in the center of ten square miles of otherwise uninhabited Arizona desert, the place didn't exactly look homey. And it was most certainly not the type of place where Skylar was happy to be spending her afternoon. It was a long drive from the station-- Phoenix was nowhere near Florence, and the former was at least inhabited-- and, despite the fact that the young officer had her air conditioning cranked up to the maximum, by the time she'd pulled up to the security gate beads of sweat slicked her forehead, plastering strands of thin ginger hair to her forehead. Slowing to a stop, she rolled down the window, peering out at the guard who manned the station and flashing him a bright smile. She passed him her badge, and after examining it for a moment he nodded, passing it back to her and waving her through. 

She parked as close to the front entrance as possible, than climbed out, shielding her gaze from the sun. Despite being late April, the weather had already hit near 100 degrees, and almost instantly she found herself regretting her choice of outfit today. Simple black slacks, accompanied by a lightweight white blouse and patent leather shoes. It was too damn hot to be wearing long pants, she decided, though somehow she didn't think that shorts would've been appropriate for today's visit. She stretched, taking a moment to walk a few laps around her car and stretch out her sore legs, before tugging a hair tie from her wrist and tying her hair up in a ponytail as she walked toward the door.

The warden was waiting for her when she made it inside to the blessed air conditioning, a million times better than the system in her mid-90s Crown Victoria cruiser. Apparently the PD had plenty of money to spruce up its headquarters, but couldn't be bothered with fixing its cars. The thought made her roll her eyes.

"Water?" the warden inquired, offering her a bottle that looked fresh out of the refrigerator. Thanking him, Skylar gratefully took the cold bottle, wetting her slightly parched lips. She'd brought two bottles with her from the station. Two bottles had been emptied before she'd even reached the halfway point of her trip. With a pang, she thought of the trip home, which she'd be making without that benefit. She'd have to stop at a gas station or something.

"The cell's this way," the warden told her, gesturing down the hall. Skylar nodded, falling easily into step behind him and sipping her drink. She'd never been one to make idle chatter, and the warden seemed content with the silence. Skylar decided she liked that about him. Eventually the pair stopped before a metal door with a single small window, a double pane complete with security mesh. Bulletproof. Vaguely, Skylar wondered whether that was meant to protect the prisoner or the officers. 

The officer knocked hard on the door, seemingly to make sure there was no way for the prisoner to claim that she hadn't heard him. "Allwell!" He barked, his voice sharp. "Got someone here wants to talk to you!"

(No, no, it's perfect xx)

Beatrix Allwell had been leaning against the wall of her cell, one foot against the wall. She had the back of her head touching the wall, her dark auburn hair spreading out around her head. The ends were a deep navy-blue colour. Originally, her whole hair had been dyed this colour, but during her time in prison it had basically all grown out. It fell past her shoulders but was tied in a simple ponytail. The woman's face was wide-jawed, with prominent cheekbones. She had upturned, almond-shaped eyes, which were a deep green-blue. She had pale, cool-toned skin and a lithe physique. Very faint freckles spread across her nose, rather contradicting any threatening aura she tried to exude. She had a nose piercing, and a monroe piercing above her upper lip.

She had behind bars for around a year and a half, though that was barely a dent in her rather impressive sentence. She had been part of a rather dangerous street gang, and at the height of her crime she had become rather infamous. She had certain...skills, if they could be so called. She was a strategist and rather skilled with a range of weapons. Hence the bulletproof glass and the particular attention paid to her by the officers. Not that Beatrix cared, of course. She didn't care what the officers thought of her.

As she heard the sharp barking of the officer, accompanied by the rather unnecessary pounding on the cell door, Beatrix turned towards the noise and moved from her position by the wall, moving over to the glass pane separating Beatrix from the officers outside the door. Her eyes scanned both of the officers for a second before she spoke.

"You know it's just one room, right?" Beatrix began to the warden standing behind the glass, one eyebrow raised as she spoke to him "I'm never more than three metres away from the door. I can hear you."

Then her eyes moved from the warden to the woman who, apparently, wanted to speak to her about something or other. She said "Whatever it is you want to talk to me about, it wasn't me. I haven't done a damn thing."

That's usually what these talks were about. Accusing her of having caused some trouble in the prison, even though most of the time she hadn't actually done anything. It was just really easy to blame the woman for happenings within the prison, because she was Beatrix Allwell and she was the first person anyone would expect to be causing trouble. She was rather fed up of it, if she were completely honest.

She waited for an answer, but she wasn't sure what was going on to be honest. It was very confusing for her, as this seemed a lot more serious than anything she'd experienced before in her time in this cell, and she suspected this wasn't for the usual telling off. Something a lot bigger was going on here, but she couldn't for the life of her figure out what it could be about. She hadn't done anything wrong.

I know, she's hilarious XD

Okay, that's okay x Good look on your test)

Trix raised an eyebrow at the use of the rather informal nickname, but simply told the officer that she didn't mind the nickname. She didn't tell this to the officer, but she actually preferred it to Beatrix, which she  honestly wasn't such a fan of.

As the officer spoke, Trix stole a quick glance. A little shorter than Trix was. Also with red-toned hair, though Skylar seemed to be a true redhead, more red than Beatrix's auburn locks. The officer, Beatrix had decided before she'd even realised she was thinking about it, wasn't bad looking. Not that Trix wanted to think about the officer in that way. That was just inappropriate, considering that Skylar was a police officer and Trix was...well... Trix.  They were so very different.

Upon hearing the mention of an offer, Trix raised an eyebrow, her face looking curious but also a little cautious. She wasn't about to just blindly go accepting offers from a police officer, that would be stupid.

"An offer?" Beatrix asked, moving a little bit closer to the glass "I'm listening"

Something about the way the officer's expression changed told Beatrix that this was about something dangerous. The officer seemed to be having mixed feelings about offering whatever this would be. Which meant it was probably going to mean something good for Trix. All the woman really wanted to know was what the officer wanted from her in return.

She wasn't stupid, after all. The police were the last people who would offer something and not expect something in return. In fact, Trix couldn't help but think she would have to so something huge to have the police offer her anything at all.