It seemed that Brandy wasn't particularly interested in making a friend or an alley— up until now Aaron had made his way through life in prison in solitude. Granted, he was<i>trying </i>to help her because he felt that some kindness would do anyone good in this shithole, but he couldn't deny that the underlying reason was simply because she was an attractive woman. He could accept this underlying reason, but he didn't want to that to become his prerogative. Survival came first and if he played his cards right, Victor's reign could be a limited one.<br/><br/>He looked at the glob of food that sat on her plate before taking a spoonful into his own. Gruel was aptly named. It was fucking disgusting. Aaron closed his eyes for a moment and forced down a tinge of vomit that rose up into his throat. "Appetizing." He muttered to himself before looking back at Brandy as she spoke.<br/><br/>"You know the reason<i>they—" </i>He motioned his head towards Victor's gang of brutes, "— keep winning is because people like use refuse to trust each other." He grabbed a spot and shoved it into the pile of food. "I'm not saying I'll 'take care of you,' I'm saying that if you have my back I have your back. It's that simple." He shrugged as he stepped away from the food line with her, "We're going to be neighbors so regardless you'll be seeing me."<br/><br/>With that Aaron made his way to a far corner of the food hall, hoping that he would at least be able to eat a meal in peace.<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center">*************<br/>
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<u>Lights out, Later that night <br/>
</u>​</div>Though in traditional prisons "Light's Out" meant all the inmates had to "sleep," now the term was used to pinpoint the time of day where the ceiling lights that simulated sunlight were shut off by the guards— sunsets were a thing of the past and now dusk was singled by a slight dim and then abrupt darkness. Usually most inmates choose to remain in their "Living Quarters" (the Executives in the Prison Corporation didn't like the idea of calling them cells, it seemed too authoritarian and wouldn't market well to governments). However, Victor and his band often made rounds at night— making visits to their "toys."<br/><br/>Prostitution was rampant. Rapes normal. What else would happen when you placed a few attractive females in a large group of men who most likely haven't seen a woman in a decade? Brandy had been marked and unfortunately Victor himself had taken interest in her. The hulking man walked with his ensemble of men. He spat a globule of spit and tobacco on the ground and wiped what remained in his thick beard away with his hand.<br/><br/>His gaze was set on his "Little Bird" he walked up the iron stairs that creaked with every step. With a single motion of his finger his men broke into two groups, three readied themselves at Brandy's door. Three others lined up at Aaron's door. With a flick of his wrist the two sets of men pushed into the cells.<br/><div style="text-align: center"><br/>​</div>