Litchfield's Newest Celebrity.
Judy King was the first celebrity inmate to enter Litchfield but she was not to be the last. No sooner was she out of the doors did national treasure and pop sensation Luna Berrington enter. Though her status on the outside wins the hearts of many; something else about her attracts the attention of Litchfield's favourite Russian.
The date was set. The names were being called. Despite her celebrity status, Luna requested she be treated no differently from other inmates and, not without protest, MCC reluctantly complied. "Berrington you're over there" calls the CO. Luna glanced up, her gaze falling across the many faces staring back and proceeded to walk towards what would be her new bunkmates for the duration of her stay in Litchfield. The two older inmates glared as she approached whilst the younger Hawaiian girl couldn't help but let out a small squeak of glee at the prospect of sharing a bunk with Luna Berrington, the Luna Berrington! Luna began to dump her stuff on the bottom bunk when she was immediately halted by the tall blonde. "You might have been able to have your own way on the outside princess but in here there are rules" said the blonde. "Ok,ok, I see what you are doing here, establishing dominance and all that, I'm not here to make enemies so whatever makes you feel better" replied Luna, " so where do you want me…ermm Chapman is it?" observing the lettering on the back of her khaki shirt. "Yes it is Chapman and bottom bunk". Despite her attempts to intimidate her, Luna could sense that Chapman wasn't exactly top dog at the Penitentiary nor was she very experienced at pretending to be. "I'm Berrington by the way" "I know exactly who you are" snapped Chapman. Suddenly a loud clatter startled the two of them to take notice of the young Hawaiian girl fumbling about on the top bunk opposite Luna's. Almost instantly she stopped what she was doing after realising she'd drawn attention to herself, gave a shy apology mumbling about being a massive fan, and awkwardly attempted to descend from her bunk to shake hands.
After this awkward exchange the newly acquainted bunkmates settled into their own beds; Luna decided to take this opportunity to quiz Chapman on whom to watch out for in the prison. "So Chapman who rules the roost around here and who do I need to be keeping my eye out for eh?" "Well Ruiz has taken charge of the Spanish girls, there's a group of Neo-Nazis that have assembled" she swallowed hard remembering the events that led to the window on her arm becoming a permanent reminder of her own mistakes. "Taystee has taken on quite a mothering role for the African-American girls and the woman in charge of the rest of us? … You are sleeping across from her." With that Luna slowly rotated her head towards the red haired woman who throughout this whole exchange had chosen to remain silent, deep in concentration so it seemed. "Hey", Luna waved in an attempt to gain the woman's attention. The older inmates blue eyes met the younger girls of the same colour for what could have only been a second. "You can't be that famous… I have no idea who you are" her words as sharp as the spiked locks of hair that adorned her head. "Really Red? You have no idea who she is? She's married to the richest man in Hollywood? Roger Milencio! A billionaire! She's the youngest female singer to earn $13 million?" replied Chapman, before quickly silencing herself realising she knew a lot more about Berrington than she wished to let on. "I couldn't give a fuck if she's married to Hugh Hefner, I don't know who she is neither do I care, in here you earn your respect you don't buy it" the woman snarled, her Russian accent amplifying the intensity of her words. It was then and only then that Luna realised for the first time in 10 years she was stood before someone who had no idea who she was but she knew exactly who they were. "I know who you are" she said advancing towards the now inquisitive Russian. "You're Galina Reznikov" "Red to you" she responded, clearly confused by the young brunette's recognition of her, but unwilling to press the issue further for now. "Red eh? I prefer Galina but I'll respect your choice, nice to meet you anyhow… Red" Luna smirked before leaving the cubicle and exiting the room. The soft British accent of the young woman when saying her name sent a shock up Red's spine. Maybe it was the use of her first name when she had not heard it said in such a long time or maybe it was something else. Whatever the case may be Red knew better than to presume Luna Berrington knew her name just by mere coincidence, silently promising herself that she would get some answers, whatever those answers would be.