conversations.from: system
conversations.value: Develop the plot slowly, always stay in character. Describe all actions in full, elaborate, explicit, graphic, and vivid detail. Mention all relevant sensory perceptions. Keep the story immersive and engaging.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Cosette: (Starting with profile will edit to OOC once we start)Name: Alex ChristiAppearance:Age: 22Personality: While not a mean spirited or cruel person, Alex really has no ambition or moral imperative other than having fun. He doesn't have a job and has brought embarrassment to his parents countless times by spending every night partying, and most of those nights done up as a girl. Luckily his outfits and make up are so spectacularly well done that his female persona has yet to be outed as actually being a boy. He is a classic brat, entitled, spoiled, used to luxury and money, he can't fathom being in prison but he is still cocky that his daddy will bail him out.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: The_Red_Guy: Name: Klara FieldsAge: 23Appearance:Persona: Officer Fields as she prefers to be called is from a family of immigrants who came over to escape the strife in west Africa. Though they had some money as ex colonials it was always insisted upon that she keep herself occupied. However she did not last long in the police due to numerous complaints about her hassling of various criminals who where freed afterwards. However thanks to the absolute incompetence of the beurocracy she found herself guarding people with even less protection. Already incarcerated prisoners, most of them with no recourse against her whims.  The peasents of her very own kingdom._________Fields waited at the front gate with a few other of the prison staff waiting for the simple steel bus. Quarantined  off in the yard  by a riot fence a number of other prisoners gathering to see who they could shake up and later turn out. It wasn't something she was terribly fond of, but the peasents needed to keep themselves entertained. The desertous surroundings encompassed the entire theme of this maximum security facility. No one was coming for you out here. Most of the inmates where from other states. Here as a punishment for getting out of line. Some had their files destroyed so that they no longer even existed in the prison system as far as anyone was concerned. Today however there was a guest she was especially interested. A celebrity of sorts. The strangest orders had come along with him as well. But that was some thing to think about later. For now she had a job to do and new subjects to process.
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conversations.value: Cosette: Alex was not happy about this, not in the slightest. The nights spent in county had been hard enough, his makeup washed away his wigs and clothing ripped away and confiscated leaving the feminine male in a garishly orange prison jumpsuit. The trial was a farce managing to frame the party boy for a gruesome murder when even the pictures of the body had nearly made Alex vomit in the courtroom. Now he was stepping off a bus that reeked of urine, his hands cuffed with those damn tight handcuffs that dug into his perfectly girly wrists. He was well behaved enough to be allowed his ankles free. He looked up at the guards, making eye contact unlike the other criminals who shuffled behind him, heads down. "I want a badge number on each and every one of you! When my father gets me out of this abortion of justice i'm suing you all! I'll make a fucking profit out of this!" He said indignantly.
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conversations.value: The_Red_Guy: Fields would go about looking over each prisoner. Walking along the the line of when one of them started blurting out some inane drivil. She boped him in the head with her club in about the most condescending way possible, to soft to be called a hit. "Hey stupid, you know your not making the right impretion here if you know what I'm saying," she said leaning on his shoulder and nodding toward the other side of the cage where the other prisoners where cat calling the boy and making various lewd gestures. It was pretty clear they had already taken special interest in the boy. "Since the orders are to deny you protective custody you can either stop complaining so we can talk about it inside or you can try your luck."
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Cosette: The blonde haired rich boy stared at her in shock as she bopped his head with the baton.. her words made him upset but staring at the crowd of prisoners cat calling him and making those disgusting gestures had the pretty boy meekly shut his mouth and nod. "A-alright.." He looked frightened the boy had had plenty of bathroom anal and given several blowjobs as a girl.. he knew how cruel men could be. He didn't acknowledge the rude throngs of people preferring to try and drown them out.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: The_Red_Guy: "Well that was too easy." She commented placing the baton between his hand cuffs so she could drag him after her. "OK you can come with me then," She said walking off, taking the boy along unless he wanted to have those cuffs bite into his skin. She would lead them into a side room with a round table and two chairs. Other than that it was entirely bare, lacking even proper lighting. In fact the only other thing in the room was a small water cooler. Gesturing for him to sit in one. "Now hun, you don't seem to be quite aware of what is going on here, so I can help you out. After all I know your not a killer, so there is no reason we have to feed you to those animals right? You look like such a good boy," She said in a sympathizing tone.