Litchfield

As the transport van edged closer to what would be her new home, her ever-calculating gaze held to the beige walls that encirled the chaos within. They were stone, very tall and shaped in one giant rectangle holding seven to eight smaller buildings inside, several fenced in yard areas, and four towers were high above it all. The towers were manned with armed guards, two a piece per tower and the walls were covered with coiled barbed wire, with electrocution cables running the ground below the wall on either side if anyone tried to come too close.

Alex took a quick glance around at some her busmates, it was a mixed bunch. CO-ED at the moment, she could feel their horrible, lecherous eyes on her body without even making eye contact. The men were en route to Fox River, just a ten minute drive north of Litchfield. She noticed a few of women looked as miserable as she should have felt. But, she was actually in a weird way... excited, the adrenaline of everything that was to unfold a heavy pit in her stomach.

Well that was all of the outside from what she could see so far, as her and the other new inmates were rushed off the bus and inside. The guards could be heard before they were seen, yelling names and directions.

"Keep the line moving ladies, we haven't got all day. Get your new prison issue orange jumpsuits here and leave your clothes with the guard and your inmate number." Officer Bell, urged as some of the other prisoners followed her into a diffferent room to be strip searched, the standard squat and cough, done by the few female officers on staff.

"Vause", her name was bellowed...she hurriedly grabbed her intake sheet clipboard and approached the guard. Standard navy officer uniform, with badge displayed and shining, his eyes were dark and the way they traced her body up and down caused Alex to fight the urge to squirm. His cologne was cheap and heavy and hit her nose before she reached in front of him. She stopped three steps before and peered closer at the nametag....Mendez.

"Name and Number", he barked out...his breath smelled worse than his cologne.

"Vause, Alex", number 94941." He had yet to look up at her, marking on the clipboard. "Would consider yourself a religious person?"

She huffed indignantly..."never really thought about it", her tone held more sarcasm that appropriate.

He made eye contact then.. she was as tall as he was so they were eye to eye...he squinted like a animal does when its trying to intimidate another one...

"Good, because the ten commandments don't mean shit in here Fish...we only got two rules in here...First one is you're owed nothing in here...no rights no privileges...you ain't got the right to shit unless I say so and Second...You do what I say, when I say it or me and you are gonna to have trouble...something tells me that you're the kind that likes trouble... Mendez held eye contact waiting for her to cower...

It took all she had to swallow her pride but Alex trained her eyes to the ground and tried to slouch submissively. "No Sir, just trying to lay low... do my time, fly under the radar...and get out."

He continued checking her paperwork.."There is no such thing as flying under my radar, believe that...he held eye contact with her for a long pause...

"Good to know", Alex couldn't help but give him her sarcastic smirk...his right eye twitched and then he pointed over his shoulder for go to bag her personal belongings for storage. Alex sighed long and hard...she could tell this bastard was going to do whatever he could to make life difficult.

He took a backward glance at Alex and then back down at her intake sheet. Vause, Alex. Female. DOB 9/8/82. Medical History: TYPE I Diabetes

Just outside the west corridor building

The breeze gently whipped around the edges of her dirty blonde hair, just yellow enough to catch the eye. She could've used a shot of whiskey...but was forced to settle for a hurried cigarette break instead. She savored these few minutes of silence, as she blew out a long stream of smoke. She briefly glanced sideways out towards the road seeing another bus unloading more unfortunate souls, while simultaneously swiping her ID badge into the magnetic lock. Looking for what...she didn't know... but her stomach had felt anxious today... Inhaling deeply and composing her face into a confident smile, Dr. Piper Chapman walked back into the notorious Litchfield Penitentiary to finish her shift.

Cell Block D

Alex gazed out at the sea of bodies and bars before her...the cells were lined squares across the gap maybe fifteen across and stacked up high..five or six levels and below them at bottom was a tiled open area with a few chairs and tables. The noise was deafening as nearly 400 women all talked, yelled, and laughed at once. She watched as several guards paced the bottom level eyeing the cells above. She could see one guard on another level below her dismiss a complaint about the air conditioning while two inmates passed a cigarette between the cells as his head was turned.

"Yo fish...what you looking at?.." Alex sees a large woman with dark hair cut into man's style...white tank top and khaki jumpsuit pants on her level directly across the way..."you look too pretty to be in here fish...me and you need to have a proper meeting"...the overweight dyke smiled in what she thought was a seductive manner but only served to disgust her.

"yeah, fish, why don't you take a seat...I don't like any unneccessary attention my way huh?...a gravely female voice interrupted her thoughts

For first time, Alex took at look at her bunkmate. The first distinguishable trait would be that her hair stuck out on her head as though it may have been dreads at one point and was now just a homeless looking type mess.

"Why does everyone keep calling me fish?...her bunkie only chuckled..."fish is like freshman or fresh meat is more's the case in here...you'll learn soon enough'.