<span style="font-family:Acme">There were very few people within the Community who had access to each prisoner’s full file. Yes, everyone who worked there saw some important details about everyone, but the full file contained everything they’d ever done that the government managed to learn about, including things from before their crime and even things from their childhoods if their parents had been anyone significant in the slightest amount. The unit coordinator saw the full details. That was the person in charge of overseeing transfers and the ultimate boss of all the wardens and guards. The community health nurse saw them because that was the person in charge of making sure everyone’s medical needs were met - medical needs required all the details more often than not. Lastly, the unit psychiatrist saw them; that was for mostly the same reasons as the nurse had. Oddly enough, the units didn’t have doctors assigned to them although there were doctors assigned to be called if ever they were needed. The wardens and guards weren’t supposed to let any of the fights get that bad, though. <br/>
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However, as Shelby watched the group of new recruits pour into the mess hall, she knew there were a few other things she would have to watch for as well. It wasn’t often that she actually had to act like a nurse in her profession. Usually she was used more for her first aid skills. This changed a lot, though, and there wasn’t anything she could do about it. Heck, she wasn’t even sure the girl herself knew what she was getting into. Only time would tell. <br/>
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After all the vaccines had been given, Shelby packed up her supplies and headed into the back room where all the staff would be having their own dinner and a few of them looked up and nodded her way when she walked in. <br/>
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“Anything interesting in the new recruits today, Shelb?” one of them asked. <br/>
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“Of course there is,” Shelby replied. “There’s a boatload of prisoners here who’ve all committed crimes against humanity. They’re all interesting as far as I can see.” <br/>
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A few of the staff laughed and she laughed right along with them because there wasn’t anything else she was yet inclined to share. For now, everything was all fine and dandy. A lippy young girl wasn’t really an abnormal thing around these parts, after all, and everyone knew that would change really fast. The problem would exist when - and if - it didn’t change. <br/>
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Meanwhile, <a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.tattooblr.com%2Fimages-tattoos%2Ftattooed-women-inked-ink-tattoo-girl283.jpg&amp;hash=b38f990c31ebc153daace1a45acf9d42" href="http://www.tattooblr.com/images-tattoos/tattooed-women-inked-ink-tattoo-girl283.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Brandy</a> was quickly learning that she needed to add a bit more of a bite to her own persona if she wanted the men here to see that she actually did have experience dealing with people just like them. They were all over the prison system, after all - men like Victor. As he’d walked up to her, she’d met his gaze with her own, not a single flinch even touching the edges of her expression, but he didn’t seem to care or even notice. This was a man who was used to women who <i>thought</i> they could survive him even though very few ever did. It still wasn’t even clear whether Brandy could or not, either, actually. <br/>
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Without any resistance at all, Brandy allowed him to touch her as he wished. She allowed her chin to be lifted, she allowed the gentle slap on her cheek and she allowed his lips to get close. His breath smelled like ass - literal ass. It was hard not to cringe away from such a smell, but she managed it. Somehow or another, she managed it. <br/>
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It wasn’t until after Victor had shoved her to the ground and started walking away that Brandy uttered her rebuttal. It wasn’t something that Black Beard would hear nor was he intended to. Aaron, on the other hand, might have been close enough to catch a tidbit or two of it. “It’s not the force of your bite that matters. It’s knowing <i>where</i> to bite. And believe me, that much I do know.” There was a subtle smirk on her face when there shouldn’t have been. Brandy should’ve been terrified as her rather small form was crumpled upon the ground of the mess hall, but she wasn’t afraid at all. After all, she was a criminal, same as the rest of them. <br/>
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However, it seemed that just being a criminal didn’t necessarily dictate cruelty. That much she learned as a stranger walked up to her and offered her his hand. Brandy wondered if he knew he was putting a target on the back of his neck by doing so and as she considered how nice he seemed, she guessed that he didn’t realize that at all. “Sweet advice,” she commented as she took his hand and let him help her to her feet. “Might be a good idea for you to take that advice yourself, too. By helping me, you’ve put yourself in the same position I am.” And there were a few pairs of eyes looking at them still that confirmed what she said. There were a few men still there who no doubt reported back to Victor and who would tell him of the prisoner who touched the woman Victor had just claimed as his own. <br/>
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“I know how to handle myself.” With that remark having been said, Brandy moved to get into the line for food. After all, the sooner they all ate, the sooner it would be when everyone got to return to their quarters for the evening. Brandy found herself anxious to see exactly what Victor intended to try and pull. <br/>
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Before Aaron could follow Brandy to the lunch line and get in behind her, another man walked up to him. This man didn’t appear nearly as intimidating as Victor, and he also didn’t seem hostile at all. “Recruit,” he addressed Aaron, “room assignments are in. You get the cell next to hers. Cell 2268. None of the others are interested in hearing whatever it is that’s going to happen to her and we would all like to thank you for volunteering so politely like that. Maybe it won’t be so bad. Maybe you’re into that kind of thing. Maybe you can even get off just listening.” He laughed at the thought although his tone suggested that the sound of Brandy getting beaten into submission would not be a pleasant one to hear. Not at all.</span>