Be Real
Disclaimer: People of fanfiction, if I owned DBZ, I wouldn't have to save up for tickets to the next Warped Tour!
Chapter 2- Dirty
She walked down the hall again back to her bunk again, shoulders moving along with the rest of her body, and her baggy over shirt tied around her slim waist.
To each side of her was a police officer, both ready to pounce and keep their young tenants under control and calm; namely her.
Her stride was a proud one, one that said 'mess with me, and you'll be breathing out a tube for the rest of your life', and everyone seemed to heed that. In Ju-V, if you didn't have respect, then no one thought you needed to live. It was fight or be pummeled, basically, and it wasn't surprising. It was a teenage jail, with everyone from rapists, to murders, to joy riders and drugees.
But in the midst of all that, there were those with vital connections. Having connections to anything was a treasured thing; not matter what it was. That was one reason she was the queen of Ju-V.
She had every connection available, from extra portions at meals to how to smuggle in drugs. She was a master at knowing the right people, and using it to her own advantage. She may not be the strongest around, but you can be sure that if you messed with her, she was going to get revenge on you that hurt more than anything you could possibly to do her. It was another reason to be hesitant to leave Ju-V. Outside of Ju-V, she didn't have as much power; but really, she was quiet powerless. Yes, she did have her own connections outside the tall, concrete walls of the teenage prison, but not as many. In short, inside Ju-V, she was feared and respected, but outside, she wasn't half as well off.
And she knew it.
Passing by the cells, no one really paid attention to her. Most of those in their cells were guys, and were more interested in the TV, lifting weights or reading the latest Maxium magazine. The few girls there were sleeping, primping, or staring at the wall, contemplating the latest escape idea or how to kill themselves without anyone noticing.
She smirked as she looked around at the pathetic fools around her. She was getting out of Ju-V, after two years, and they were going to rot here, and then rot some more in jail. To think, all she had to do was get adopted by the richest people in the world and change her name and she would be out, but most of the teens in her side of Ju-V were in for life-sentences.
Ju-V was separated into three parts: those with minimal crimes, such as stealing; and those will large crimes, like killing and stalking. She, herself, was smack-dab in between the two; on the cell to the left of hers was a guy in for joy riding, and to the right was a guy in for drive- by-shooting. Coincidence? Yea, probably.
"B, you need to pack for tomorrow. Bus leaves at eight sharp." The police officer to her right said, still holding on to her arm while the other one unlocked her cell.
"Yea, yea, I hear ya boys." She replied lazily, as the officer holding her arm walked her inside the cell, and the other man held the door open.
"Nighty-night, B, and don't cause any trouble, ya hear?" the blonde officer said, and winked as he and the other officer walked away.
She scowled at them, watching them go, until one of the other tenants shouted, "What's this I hear about B-chan get'n out?"
"Yea!" shouted another guy.
The guy who had shouted first walked out of the shadows of his cell, and leaned forward, sliding his brown arms between the bars and leaning on the door of his cell.
"Shut-up, Jack." She replied, and walked over to her bed. She sat down, leaning against the cinder-block wall, and started to read the latest 'Motor World' magazine.
"Girl, did you just tell me to shut-up?" Jack snapped. He got this look in his eyes that was like, 'Who the hell does she think she is?'
B put her magazine down on her lap, and stared straight at Jack.
"Don't get mad at me Jack, just cause' you got a life sentence and I don't. You were the one who shot those guys, not me." She hissed. Her blue eyes narrowed dangerously at the scraggly black boy in front of her, out- matching Jack's own glare.
Jack 'humped' and stalked back to his bed and flopped down, pulling his blue ratty cap over his eyes.
"Need to turn off the damn lights earlier.it's too damn late to stay up.." He murmured, as if nothing had happened.
And that was how Jack did things; if he knew he was going to loose, he drew back casually and easily, as if it had never happened.
"Bout' to say.." B murmured, and began reading her magazine again.
The cell she sat and read it was dirty and grungy. It had one flat, twin bed, a toilet and sink marked off with a burgundy curtain, a small, old wooden desk with sketch paper, pencils and paints, and a stack of CDS and a small, old stereo, and pictures and posters that were hung up all over the walls; there was even a poster of ICP on the ceiling above her bed. Besides all that, there was a silver rack that jutted from the wall where clothes were hung.
Over all, B had less than one-third of the possessions of the average person.
And as for the name B-well, that's another story.
*********** Well, that's done and over with...hope it was pretty good! Review! -IHearVoices
Disclaimer: People of fanfiction, if I owned DBZ, I wouldn't have to save up for tickets to the next Warped Tour!
Chapter 2- Dirty
She walked down the hall again back to her bunk again, shoulders moving along with the rest of her body, and her baggy over shirt tied around her slim waist.
To each side of her was a police officer, both ready to pounce and keep their young tenants under control and calm; namely her.
Her stride was a proud one, one that said 'mess with me, and you'll be breathing out a tube for the rest of your life', and everyone seemed to heed that. In Ju-V, if you didn't have respect, then no one thought you needed to live. It was fight or be pummeled, basically, and it wasn't surprising. It was a teenage jail, with everyone from rapists, to murders, to joy riders and drugees.
But in the midst of all that, there were those with vital connections. Having connections to anything was a treasured thing; not matter what it was. That was one reason she was the queen of Ju-V.
She had every connection available, from extra portions at meals to how to smuggle in drugs. She was a master at knowing the right people, and using it to her own advantage. She may not be the strongest around, but you can be sure that if you messed with her, she was going to get revenge on you that hurt more than anything you could possibly to do her. It was another reason to be hesitant to leave Ju-V. Outside of Ju-V, she didn't have as much power; but really, she was quiet powerless. Yes, she did have her own connections outside the tall, concrete walls of the teenage prison, but not as many. In short, inside Ju-V, she was feared and respected, but outside, she wasn't half as well off.
And she knew it.
Passing by the cells, no one really paid attention to her. Most of those in their cells were guys, and were more interested in the TV, lifting weights or reading the latest Maxium magazine. The few girls there were sleeping, primping, or staring at the wall, contemplating the latest escape idea or how to kill themselves without anyone noticing.
She smirked as she looked around at the pathetic fools around her. She was getting out of Ju-V, after two years, and they were going to rot here, and then rot some more in jail. To think, all she had to do was get adopted by the richest people in the world and change her name and she would be out, but most of the teens in her side of Ju-V were in for life-sentences.
Ju-V was separated into three parts: those with minimal crimes, such as stealing; and those will large crimes, like killing and stalking. She, herself, was smack-dab in between the two; on the cell to the left of hers was a guy in for joy riding, and to the right was a guy in for drive- by-shooting. Coincidence? Yea, probably.
"B, you need to pack for tomorrow. Bus leaves at eight sharp." The police officer to her right said, still holding on to her arm while the other one unlocked her cell.
"Yea, yea, I hear ya boys." She replied lazily, as the officer holding her arm walked her inside the cell, and the other man held the door open.
"Nighty-night, B, and don't cause any trouble, ya hear?" the blonde officer said, and winked as he and the other officer walked away.
She scowled at them, watching them go, until one of the other tenants shouted, "What's this I hear about B-chan get'n out?"
"Yea!" shouted another guy.
The guy who had shouted first walked out of the shadows of his cell, and leaned forward, sliding his brown arms between the bars and leaning on the door of his cell.
"Shut-up, Jack." She replied, and walked over to her bed. She sat down, leaning against the cinder-block wall, and started to read the latest 'Motor World' magazine.
"Girl, did you just tell me to shut-up?" Jack snapped. He got this look in his eyes that was like, 'Who the hell does she think she is?'
B put her magazine down on her lap, and stared straight at Jack.
"Don't get mad at me Jack, just cause' you got a life sentence and I don't. You were the one who shot those guys, not me." She hissed. Her blue eyes narrowed dangerously at the scraggly black boy in front of her, out- matching Jack's own glare.
Jack 'humped' and stalked back to his bed and flopped down, pulling his blue ratty cap over his eyes.
"Need to turn off the damn lights earlier.it's too damn late to stay up.." He murmured, as if nothing had happened.
And that was how Jack did things; if he knew he was going to loose, he drew back casually and easily, as if it had never happened.
"Bout' to say.." B murmured, and began reading her magazine again.
The cell she sat and read it was dirty and grungy. It had one flat, twin bed, a toilet and sink marked off with a burgundy curtain, a small, old wooden desk with sketch paper, pencils and paints, and a stack of CDS and a small, old stereo, and pictures and posters that were hung up all over the walls; there was even a poster of ICP on the ceiling above her bed. Besides all that, there was a silver rack that jutted from the wall where clothes were hung.
Over all, B had less than one-third of the possessions of the average person.
And as for the name B-well, that's another story.
*********** Well, that's done and over with...hope it was pretty good! Review! -IHearVoices
