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"If mum's fuckin' lawyer did his fuckin' job right then I wouldn't be in here," Aaliyah spits out as she holds the phone to her ear. She hears Alec sigh heavily, "Tell me you at least found out where they're taking me." Aaliyah glances behind her at the girl in black glasses who waited quite impatiently for the information.
"Yeah, I found out they're taking you to Litchfield. I added money to your commissary there and I should be able to visit you in a week," Alec says. Aliyah sighs and nods, "Okay, thanks brother. Love you. Bye." She hangs up the phone on the wall and turns to Alex Vause. "My brother said Litchfield. You know where that is?"
Alex runs a hand down her face irritatingly, "Yeah, I know where it is. I think you'll like it actually." Aaliyah smirks, "now, what do I get in return for this information darling?"
Alex furrows her brows in confusion and Aaliyah simply laughs and hits her shoulder, "loosen up, I'm just fuckin' with you. And frankly you're not really my type love." Alex chuckles, "I would act offended but you're not really my type either."
"It's the accent innit?" Aaliyah questions in amusement.
"Yes."
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"I guess this is better than that disgusting cell," Aaliyah mumbles, hopping out of the prison van. "Of course you would think it's gross. You're a rich girl," another inmate comments, shoving her shoulder into Aaliyah's as she walks pass her. Aaliyah grabs onto the girl's shoulder, pretending to be friendly so the guard doesn't suspect anything, "I wouldn't sleep tonight if I were you," she whispers.
Aaliyah moved away from her, following the guard that led the group into the prison. They unfortunately, did an invasive strip search and then led each inmate to a room they would stay in. "Channing, you got top bunk on the right," he says. Aaliyah nods and walks into the room, hopping on the top bunk with ease.
"Vause, top bunk on the left," the guard instructs. Alex sighs, very obviously depressed about being locked up in Litchfield again. Aaliyah chuckles, "I just can't get away from you, can I?" Alex holds the urge to roll her eyes as she climbs to the top bunk.
"I'm gonna go take a look around my new home. Have fun being depressed," Aaliyah hops off the bed after having made her bed the minute the CO left. Aaliyah walks down the halls of the prison, looking down at the papers in her hand that showed her the layout and where her counselors office was. The first thing she wanted to check out was obviously the track. She was super big on exercise.
She headed outside, squinting her eyes, she looks around for a gym and sees nothing. "What kind of fucking prison doesn't have a gym? The fuck is this shit?" She says to herself.
