She hadn't gone down without a fight. None of that self-surrender bullshit some people would cop to. Her lawyer had forced her to accept some deal, she didn't know what. It saved the time of a trial or some bullshit. Knocked a few years off of her sentence, whatever. Mrs. S said if she didn't do it, there would be no chance of Kira visiting and there was no way in hell she was going to give her up. Sarah didn't care all that much about how much time she served anyways. Sure she was pissed about getting caught and she had fought like hell to get out of it, but soon enough she would be out again, pounding the pavement like always.

A corrections officer marched her down the hallway, pushing her shoulders roughly until they reached an empty room. "Strip," The woman commanded her, folding her arms across her chest. The officer was bigger, light hair pulled back into a bun. Sarah shrugged, pulling off her shirt and jeans, along with everything else. It wasn't like she hadn't done this before years ago when she was a juvenile. She knew how the system worked, and it made the cavity search a little less awkward, though she wasn't saying she enjoyed it or anything. When the officer was satisfied she was clean, Sarah pulled the bright orange prison garb on.

This prison was no different from the one she had been in before, except for the fact that she was no longer a kid and neither were the women here. That being said, Sarah expected the hierarchy to be the same. There were always people on top, those were the ones who had the power, and then there were the ones on the bottom, the ones who got stepped on and beat up. Of course it wasn't all like that, she had managed to have a little fun in juvie. She had also been on the top there though, and she had no intention of going anywhere lower here.

From the cavity search, she was shoved in a van with a few other prisoners. "Oh look we got another one. That's good. Well not good, but you know. I'm Morello, this is, uh, Kenzi." A woman with short, dark hair and an odd accent greeted her when she sat down. Sarah rolled her eyes, looking out the window. "What's your name? Last name, we use last names here." The driver was talking to her again. "Yeah, I know how it works," Sarah snapped at her, huffing quietly. "Okay, okay. That's fine, just trying to be friendly, but you know you do what you do." The woman backed off. "Manning." She spoke up, crossing her arms over her stuff, blowing a lock of her from her face.

"What was it?" The driver asked her, moving her sunglasses onto the top of her head and glancing back at her. "My name. It's Manning."

"Right, Manning. You got any sisters?

"No," Sarah replied, "I'm an orphan,"

Morello looked confused, shrugging her shoulders. "You sure look like a couple girls… Anyways, how long have you got Manning?"

"Morello, was it?" Sarah asking, cocking her head to the side. The woman nodded her head, "Yeah that's it." "Well, Morello," She replied, the name rolling off her tongue, "Why don't we just try to keep to ourselves? Yeah?"

Morello shrugged her shoulders. "Suit yourself Manning," And then she started up the car, driving away.

"So they let you drive here?" The black haired girl with bangs was chatting with Morello. Kenzi, Sarah thought, though she didn't care all that much about what the girl's name was. "When I was in juvie, they didn't let anyone drive except for the CO's which is totally dumb because don't they have better things to do? I mean I guess we were all a little young because juvie but still, there were lots of people who could drive! I was in there for stealing cars," She just kept going on and on. "Do you ever stop talking?" Sarah snapped, glaring at her. Kenzi looked at her and shrugged her shoulders. "Just trying to pass the time." But after that, she shut up.

When the pulled up to the prison, Morello wasted no time in leading them up the doors. There was a line of women standing by a chain link fence, just watching. Sarah showed no weakness, walking fast behind the driver. Kenzi hurried to catch up to her. "Hey, so you've been in before, right?" She asked, talking fast as usual. "Yeah, you could say that," She replied, not looking at the girl. "So have I, but I guess you already know that from the ride over. What are you in for? You never said how much time you're serving-"

"Okay, I'm gonna stop you right there," Sarah stopped in the middle of the path, turning to face her, "I'm not here to make friends. I'm not here to make pleasant conversation. I'm here because I did some shit and now I'm in prison. So do me a favor? No more questions."

"Geeze, talk about a downer," The black haired girl shrugged her shoulders, moving on to catch up with Morello. Sarah sighed, glad she had moved on. She didn't need any girls clinging to her, dragging her down. She didn't need friends or anyone in here. She could do this by herself, just like she did in juvie.

Morello ushered them inside. "Okay, so you're going through processing here, get your room assignments. I'll meet you after." Then she left.

The CO's were incompetent as usual, taking far too long to take the damn picture but she kept her mouth shut about it. Then they did some medical exam, one she had been through before. Drawing blood, among other things. The doctor was a tall, woman with short, curly blonde hair. It was no big deal for her. When she left the room though, she could hear Kenzi complaining about the needle. Sarah couldn't suppress a laugh at that. Weakness, that was something you couldn't have in here.

After all that she met with some counselor who spouted a bunch of bullshit about what she had done and something about lesbians and how she should stay away from them. She didn't even catch the guy's name, but she knew it started with an 'H'. He was old, gray hair and wrinkles and worst of all fat. Fat cops pissed her off. Why would you let yourself go like that if you needed to be tackling the bad guys? Corrections officers though, they weren't that high up. When he was finally done talking about how she didn't need to 'engage in lesbian sex', he ushered her from the room and back into the arms of Morello who was taking them to their rooms.

She gave them some sort of tour and then dropped them off in a room with a few other convicts. Morello introduced them but Sarah didn't care about taking names. She handed a toothbrush and tissues to Kenzi and then left with another girl.

Kenzi was talking animatedly to one of the women who was saying something about making the bed. Sarah already knew how to do it though, so she ignored them. She suspected that Kenzi knew how to do it as well, but that she was trying to make friends rather than ignore everyone. Shortly after, they counted everyone and then recounted everyone. It was a dull affair that Sarah didn't care for. Kenzi seemed to be having trouble keeping her mouth shut though, and Sarah rolled her eyes for the umpteenth time in the last few hours.

After everyone was counted, they sent them off to dinner. Sarah found the first empty table and sat herself down, legs spread elbows on the table. As unsavory as it was, she picked at the food anyways. Food was food and here you needed your strength.

"Hey!" A high voice greeted her. It was that Kenzi girl again. "So I'm about to do an experiment, I'm wondering if the food her is as disgusting as the food in juvie. What do you think?" Sarah shrugged. "Kenzi, right?" The girl nodded her head. "Well Kenzi, it's prison. So, what do you expect? A gourmet meal?"

Kenzi laughed, picking up her fork and shoveling some of the vegetables into her mouth. "You're funny, Manning. Almost as funny as my grandma, she used to say stuff just like that. Well, you know. Before we stopped talking. Didn't want to be associated with a criminal, you know." Sarah turned her head to the side a little, looking around. She wasn't going to move, but she didn't exactly want to talk to this girl either. She was beginning to think she wouldn't have any other choice though.

"Hey ladies, what are you up to?" Sarah recognized the accent immediately. It was Morello, the driver from earlier. "Oh, I was just telling Manning about my grandma!" Kenzi started talking right away, of course. "You don't talk much, do you Manning?" Sarah turned to look at her. "Nope, I'm afraid I don't," She replied, putting on the best look of boredom she could.

"So, Morello. Who's who here?" Kenzi turned from her to address the other women. "Oh I'm so glad you asked! Okay so there's a lot of big players here, you got to make sure you know all of them," Kenzi nodded her head, listening intently. Sarah kept her ears open. Information was something you needed to have here if you were to survive. "So that's Chapman and Vause over there, they're together. Like together together you know?" Sarah raised her eyebrow at that.

She knew there had to be lesbians here, but she wasn't expecting them to be so out with it. Chapman was thin and had long blond hair. She had a thin face as well, and was holding hands with who she assumed was Vause, under the table. Vause had long black hair, black glasses that were perched on her nose, and tattoos. Lots of them. "And next to Chapman there, that's Nicky. She's fine, you won't have any problems there." Sarah's gaze wandered next to Chapman. The girl who Morello said was Nicky had this frizzy blond hair and a weird grin on her face. It was oddly charming though.

Morello waved at her and Nicky looked up, smiling at her before keeping up her conversation with table. "Over there at the table to the left, that's Niehaus. She's in here for doing some freaky stuff you know, but she's nice enough. "Hey Niehaus! Come here for a second!" Sarah could tell from the back of her head that she had dreads, but when the girl turned around, it was another story. Her spoon clattered onto the table, food still on it, mouth partially open. "Shit," Sarah mumbled as the girl with dark dreadlocks and glasses perched on a face that looked exactly like her own bounced over to their table.

"What's up Morello?" At first Niehaus or whatever her name was didn't even notice her sitting there. "Yeah, look here. This is Manning, she's new today." Sarah looked up, meeting eyes that looked exactly like her own. "Hi Manning," The girl sat herself down at the table, fingers interlocking as her hands rested on the table. It clicked into place then, as she stared at the girl across the table, why Morello had asked her if she had any sisters. Could it be…? She had always entertained the possibility of a family, but she had never imagined it would happen quite like this.

"So… Niehaus was it?" Sarah asked quietly, cocking her head to the side. "You wouldn't happen to know if we're related, would you?"