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(( Hey guys -- it's been a while since I've been here, hasn't it? Well, the explanation is pretty simple... I haven't had muse for Sophia in a long time. This happens to me periodically with all my muses, but... unfortunately, in Sophia's case, this blog was very much a whim. And it's sad, but I doubt that I'm going to get muse back for her anytime soon. I haven't watched OITNB in a while, and while it's a great series and I enjoy it, there are things in my circle of interest that take hold of me a lot stronger. Don't get me wrong!! It was fun playing her while I had the muse for her. But it didn't last long at all; it was gone pretty quickly. I can't see myself returning to this blog or getting Sophia back in the near future. So, for the sake of my sanity and for the sake of not leaving you guys hanging, I'm putting this blog on official hiatus. I don't know how long it's going to last, and in fact I might never come back and play her again. But I wanted to let you guys know that I am very grateful for the threads I've gotten to do so far, and for the small number of followers I gathered here. You guys are great! Unfortunately, it's just not probable that my Sophia muse is going to come back to me, and I don't want to just up and abandon the blog without giving you guys some notice of what's going on. By all means -- if I ever do regain the muse for Sophia, I'll come right back, I promise! But for now... I'd have to force myself to write her, and it wouldn't come out well at all, and it would take for-fucking-ever because I wouldn't be able to focus. My time is better spent elsewhere with characters that, at this point, I wouldn't be forcing myself to write. If you wanna reach me or are interested in any of my other characters, here's a list: the-blonde-butler ( OC for Black Butler/Kuroshitsuji ) madame--ripper ( Angelina/Madame Red from Black Butler/Kuroshitsuji ) youdressedthewrongdoll ( Rayon from Dallas Buyers Club ) somethxngnew ( Toy Bonnie/Bonnie 2.0 from Five Nights at Freddy's 2 ) Thanks for the time, guys. I'll be back if and when I can. Stay lovely!! <3 ))

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the best thing about oitnb is that most of the inmates look realistically tired and unkempt and don’t wear makeup and then there’s laverne cox looking like she just walked off the red carpet 100% of the time

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"Oh, that. Well... the warden thought I should work in here, and the salon needed a new stylist since the old girl was leavin', so I tried it out. Guess I'm a natural~"

"I don’t mean jail… I mean you doing everyone’s hair. There must have been a starting point." 

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"Halloway, nice -- you can call me Burset, first name's Sophia." She chuckled, shaking her head at the other. "Shit, girl, that governor musta made you fuckin' mad. Remind me to stay on your good side; I work with a lotta hairspray, I'm flammable."

"…"

"Ooooh, right. Uh- I’m Cerina- well, guess I should be known as Halloway," a snort, shrugging.

"And uh… I’m in for burning down a governor’s house." She rubbed her neck awkwardly.

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Sophia smiled, humming as she washed the other woman's hair. "It'd sure be nice of you, hon. And... well..." Did she mean how Sophia ended up in jail--? "Um... well, I was selfish as usual, basically, is how it all started."

"Well I’d be glad to help." Deanna smiled as she relaxed into the feeling of her hair being washed - it wasn’t something she was really used to, but she’d cope, "So how did this begin?" 

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Sophia grinned at the other's reaction, happy to see someone so passionate about something. Reading was something she'd discovered she liked since coming to prison; most people didn't care for it in school, where you were forced to read things. But now that she was free to choose what she wanted to read, it was actually a pretty relaxing pastime. Nodding slowly, Sophia glanced back to the salon's interior. "Well... I don't have any customers right now, but I ain't allowed to leave just yet. Lunch is in half an hour I think, so then I can leave, and before I eat, if I ask a guard if I can go, they'll probably give me the green light. you mind waitin' just that long? I could do your hair in the meantime, if you want~"

"A library!" She gasped into her hands, gray eyes going bright with unspoken joy. Oh, just the word could bring a smile to Abby’s face! She glanced around and then back at Sophia, glancing about shyly.

"Would you… could you show me where it is?" She didn’t want to outright leave Sophia yet, but the library and its books were beckoning to her. "I understand if you have customers, I’m sure I could find my way…"

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"Your name, what you're doin' here -- ya know, basic shit like that."

"… I’m not quite sure what you mean by that? Like, as in my name, or-?"

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"Hey! Hey, who the fuck are you and what're you doin' in here?"

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"Oh, damn, who the hell are you supposed to be, huh?"

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"Well! Sounds like I won you over then," Sophia laughed, pulling out her tools and going to run the water. "Good~ Anyway, don't worry, you came to the right person. When you walk outta here, you're gon' look fuckable as hell."

"Then in that case, you can do my make-up too," Deb smirked at Sophia’s reflection in the mirror. "Just make me look hot I guess. CO-fuckable-hot, not prison-wife-hot," Deb joked. She would be here a while, might as well make new friends to go with her new enemies.

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Snickering, the other reached down, beginning to wash Deanna's hair. "Yeah? Well, that's be nice... and useful. When I need more supplies, I get 'em from the commissary, but sometimes I don't got the money to get 'em when I need 'em."

"Where’s the fun with that? Though there are benefits to being a good girl." Deanna smirked as she let Sophia move her, "It can be anything even if all I do is get you extra supplies when you need it." 

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Even if people thought there wasn't a lot to talk about when it came to themselves, Sophia would still listen happily. She was a bit of a selfish person, granted, but she loved learning even small things about other people. Her head bobbed in a slight nod as she listened to Grace talk. "Huh..." Well, while it was a rather interesting story, she did pity the poor girl. Having that kind of thing happen in her family's past had to make a person think quite a bit about a lot of things. "Yeah, is that so? I ain't heard about that before, although I can't say it really surprises me. You're a hundred percent right though, that's one of the most shit pieces of bullshit I ever heard." She glanced over to where she saw Grace look, then gave a little sigh and gently slid her hand over the other's. "Hey, don't worry, honey -- I'll keep you company."

Grace shrugged, humming quietly. She would have much preferred to keep talking about Sophia and her son. “Not much to talk about,” she murmured, fingers scratching and picking and twitching compulsively. “My mom died 12 years ago. Went to live with my dad, then he went to prison when I was 14, and his mom’s already in here because she killed her husband back in the 80s. No other family.” At least none that she knew of.

"I looked up Grandma Rosie’s case in the newspaper," she said after a minute thinking. "It was self-defense. He abused her for years, went after her one too many times, and that was it. At least she had a good reason to go away forever. Did you know women statistically get more time for killing their spouses than men? Like, significantly more time. It’s bullshit."

And, it appeared, to stay away. She met eyes with the guard who checked her in; the woman peered down the hall, then shook her head at Grace. No sign. Grace put her eyes in one hand, pinching the bridge of her nose.

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Sophia grinned, reaching over to grab a cart of tools. "Great! Always nice to have some company in here." She could sympathize; the girls here were notorious for messing with new inmates. "And if you're really nice to me, I'll try to see which bitches are stealin' your stuff and get 'em to cut it out."

”..Sure,” Deb sighed as she walked over to sit in front of the tall woman. “Why not, got nothin’ else to do and some bitches keep stealing my books,” she shrugged. She wasn’t much of a reader anyway, but that’s all she had for entertainment so far.

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Sophia chuckled, gently leaning the other woman back over the sink. "Well, I'll take good care of your hair while it's here, hon. -- Hmm? Like what; gettin' outta here? Eh, escapin' never goes well. I'm just gonna wait it out till my sentence is over, like a good girl."

"You know, when one of us leaves my hair is really going to be sad." Deanna joked, but knowing with her lifestyle she had no way of getting it looked after like this, "You know I’d do anything you want me to." She frowned, "Not quite like that though… sorry." 

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Lies are neither bad nor good. Like a fire they can either keep you warm or burn you to death, depending on how they’re used.

 Max Brooks, World War Z: An Oral History of the Zombie War (via wordsnquotes)