"Okay, okay… what about Winter and Qrow?" Coco wondered out loud.
"Coco, for god's sake, this is getting out of hand," I near yelled at her. "Besides, they wouldn't be able to stand each other."
"How do you know, Fox?" She retorted. "You can't see them. And if you could, you would barely ever see them together."
I groaned. "Look Fox, just cause' we're in Europe's most fucked-up prison doesn't mean we can't have some fun."
"I agree," Yatsu replied before dropping down from his bunk (at least, it sounded like that). "We have to make the best of this isolation, even though it is isolation."
I sighed. "You're a buncha optimists, is what I think."
Now, some explaining. Hi, my name's Fox, and I'm a blind african-english guy who currently resides in what I like to call The Devil's guest room. The food was crap, the guards were cruel, the cells were cramped, and we had to be four to a room. Our fourth hadn't come yet, so that was an upside. But that all changed the day a rabbit faunus was escorted to our cell.
At first I only heard the loud boots of Qrow coming towards us. But as he came in front of the cell door, I noticed a quiet whimpering next to him. I used a trained click of my tongue to hear what they looked like(it's a bit confusing to explain, so I won't).
Hmm… this was surprising. She was a rabbit faunus, a bit shorter than me, and obviously very young. I would have expected something more… criminal looking. But, you can't judge a book by it's cover (not that I COULD, anyway).
"Ladies and gents," Qrow announced, "Meet Velvet Scarletina, your new cellmate." He unlocked the door and shoved her inside. She was caught by Yatsu.
"Nice to meetcha, Velvet," Coco grinned from her spot on her bunk. "Welcome to hell."
"Have fun kid," Qrow laughed before locking the door and walking away.
I "looked" in Velvet's direction. She was looking up at Yatsu, I'm not sure if it was in wonder or fright. "Are you alright?" He asked her after a moment. Then she awkwardly got up from the floor.
"I'm fine," She replied(HAWT DAMN that british accent). "I'm just not used to all this… roughness."
"Well, get used to it," I told her, "'Cause rough is this place's specialty."
She sighed. "Well, great."
"So, introductions," Coco said. "I'm Coco Adel, cell 2255's resident fashionista. Nice to meet you!"
After a couple seconds, I heard the gentle slap of one hand to another. I guessed Velvet hesitated before shaking Coco's hand. I can't blame her, honestly. She always tries to make her uniform look like the outfits from magazines she smuggled here, which means it's going to be either A) kinky, B) useless, or C) literally the same thing. You're gonna have to take my word for it, cause I can't see it. Yatsu's the only one who can describe it to me without using the words "hot," "sexy," or "amazing." Aaaand I'm rambling.
"I'm Yatsuhashi," said prison-mate interjected. "I guess since we're doing specialties, I'm cell 2255's resident meditator." Another faint hand-to-hand slap.
"And who are you?" Velvet asked me. I groaned, begrudgingly extending my hand in her direction.
"Fox," I stated, feeling her hand against mine. "Cell 2255's resident blind-ass mofo. Nice to meet you."
"So, Velvet," Coco inquired, "Why'd you end up in this hellhole?"
Her hand slowly pulled away from mine as she sighed. "It's… a long story."
Coco laughed. "Well, we got time. Two years, in fact."
"Not anymore."
All our heads turned towards the voice beyond the cell door. I clicked my tongue to see who it was.
I didn't recognize him. That was never a good sign.
"I talked to the warden. Your time at this prison has been decreased immensely, including yours, ms. Scarletina. But, this comes at a price, of course." His american accent unsettled me.
"What is it?" I half asked half challenged.
"You half to work for Remnant records for two years. It doesn't matter what department, or artist, you work for. The only thing that matters is you stay for two years. No quitting. No transferring. And you get paid twice as much as a normal employee."
"What if we refuse?" Coco asked cooly, probably smirking(not that I would know what that looks like).
The man chuckled. "Or you stay here for two years. You have two months to decide."
He started walking away, but stopped. "Oh, and tell Qrow Ozpin says hello!"
