Baby Stewart's Story

The silver SUV rolled down the dusty, rocky road. Every bump made Baby even sicker to her stomach. She latched a hand to her mouth to keep the bile from escaping and regrettably swallowed it. The burn of stomach acid stuck to the back of her throat like a leach to a warm-blooded creature. She shuddered, absolutely disgusted. She should have just spit it out at the driver her parents had hired. Rich bastards. Maybe then it would distract him enough for her to make way and flee the vehicle. She may be burdened with slight injuries but that would not compare to the mental trauma she knew she was about to face.
The brakes lightly cried out as the vehicle halted in front of the gate. Was she seriously being forced to walk the rest of the way? It looked like at least half of a mile before she would reach the small dot that she assumed was the cabin in the distance where her and the other campers would be residing in.
"Get out." The driver ordered and the blonde's eyebrows knit together and her nose scrunched in absolute displeasure. Who was he to be ordering him around.
"Are the wankers paying you to be nasty to me as well? Tell them that if they decide to bell me to skip out on it. Beastly git." She added the insult towards the driver, her southern British accent reigning pure. The driver removed his sunglasses, his eyebrows mirroring hers. She closed the door hard as the male began, "Why you-" But she did not hear anything else, she could only see his lips moving as he seemed to be screaming towards her, a finger jabbed out in her direction. She smiled brightly and gave him a little goodbye by wiggling her fingers towards him. "Ta ta. Arse."
The smiled dropped immediately when she had turned to face the awaiting camp before her. A very professional looking guard stood at the gate's edge, his hands clasped firmly in front of him. Sunglasses adorned his eyes but she figured that his expression looked just as his posture did; serious beyond belief.
"God, another brute for Baby." She muttered, walking up. He did not say a word but followed closely behind her as she headed towards her destination.
She glanced behind her, watching him under squinted eyes. Her eyes slid back towards the ground. Her feet became much more interesting. He did not try to strike up any sort of conversation and she was quite thankful for that.
Before she knew it, she had reached the camp. There were a few other teens that had already arrived and she gave a light chuckle at the idea of her being the last to arrive.
Would've been here much sooner if it weren't for blasted git. She thought, her lip pulling up to show a look that wasn't pleasant on the pretty girls face. If she had been an animal it would have looked as though she were snarling.
A camp associate handed her a uniform consisting of a red hoodie and khaki's. She was more than glad for the top but she absolutely loathed khaki's.
"Do these at least come in skinnies?" She asked hopefully. The camp associate politely smiled and shook her head.
Great. I am going to be so out of my element here.
She was directed towards the cabin so that she could change in privacy. Once she had closed the door behind her she turned around quickly and began slamming her head into the door. Quickly following after as she had started to take her shirt off, the same camp counselor opened the door, her breath quickened.
"Is everything okay in here?" She asked in a too chipper voice for Baby's liking.
"Bloody hell. Can't you see I'm changing, you blooming idiot?" She said after adjusting her shirt to cover her body. Her heart was pounding but not at the idea of getting in trouble or even being seen naked. She couldn't care less about that, but it was the thought of someone seeing the plethora of scars that decorated her hips. Although that wasn't the only place, the long sleeved shirt she had come in was covering much of her recent and older damaged skin.
The woman seemed to be holding her tongue for now seeing as how they hadn't even begun and closed the door softly.
"Shite." Baby shook her head and started changing again. She pulled the hoodie over her head and pulled her multi-colored hair out from being trapped and pressed against her now neck that was now lightly doused with perspiration.
She opened up the door and went towards the other gathered campers. They seemed to all be introducing themselves at this point so maybe she had yet to miss much. Not like she cared, however.
The blonde took her own seat and her mind began racing. She was absolutely dying for a cigarette. The hunger for her vice was clawing at her throat at the already damaged interior from before. But even more than her desire for a cigarette was her aching for a little glass. She'd thankfully snuck a nail full in before the car ride had begun, but now the high was completely gone due to her tolerance. She cursed herself for such a tease. Coming down in a shit hole like this was not a fun combination in the slightest.
She shrugged farther into the hoodie, pulling herself deeper into it wishing that she could hide from everything that surrounded her.
"If you fancy my name, it is Baby." She threw out, but figured that no one would care to hear from the overly pierced and tatted up "emo" girl.

Alison Keegan

She had assumed that this 'Roundy Round-Up Wackadoo Ranch,' or whatever it was called, would be miserable, boring, and smell like horse shit. Well, it seemed that she had been completely right.
After being sent on a plane all the way over to America, she had been brought by some taxi driver - obviously, her parents couldn't be assed to ask her rich relatives to drive her there, or they were too ashamed of her to - to the ranch, whilst he looked at her as if she had just told him that all she wanted for Christmas was a pair of crocks. So, not very pleasing.

When she walked into the wooden cabin, there were a few people - or delinquents - sitting on wooden benches by a camp fire. One of them, a male with a Russian accent, was speaking; "-we all want to introduce ourselves, perhaps? I'm Matvei Markovich. I apologize for my hideous clothing; normally I would be wearing something that flattered my appearance much more. They just don't have much fashion sense here, it seems. Who are you guys? Why are you here?"

"We're here because we're just some delinquent shits that need to be bored out of their minds in order to learn the goodness of being kind," she said from where she had been leaning against the door frame. She began to walk towards the camp fire as she continued, "Alison Keegan at your service." She looked down at her joke for an outfit, which she had changed into at the airport, and had to agree with him.

He had a tall and willowy build, with long, almost white hair that hung in curls around his pale head, this almost making him look like a female. His icy cold blue eyes looked like they could stare into your soul. Allie narrowed her eyes slightly as she tried to read him up. She sat down between this Russian guy, Mattie, or whatever his name was, and the blonde one that had just began to speak, "If you fancy my name, it is Baby."

Allie had to admit, she almost laughed at that one. Baby? Wow, her parents were very creative. We just had a baby, what will we call it? I know - Baby! She was assuming that it was just a nickname she had given herself. Allie furrowed her eyebrows slightly as she took in yet another person to share the ranch with. This girl was taller than Allie, though that wasn't saying much. She had thick, blonde hair that fell down past her shoulders, with a pink and purple streak through it. Allie decided she was probably one of those partying, drinking, smoking scene/emo girls. What was the difference between scene and emo, anyway? Was it that scene people were happy, and emo were sad or something? Allie had no idea.

The next person was also female, with a slender build and brunette hair. She was quite tan, too. Allie hadn't any idea why she was here - she looked like all those prissy cheerleaders in her old school. Though, then again, Allie probably didn't look liken someone that was probably insane.

Next was a guy with ruffled brown hair, who looked like he hadn't eaten in weeks due to his hollowed out cheek bones, and the fact that his ribs were showing through his clothing. She decided that he probably had an abusive home of some sort, as they either didn't feed him or he ran away from home, according to his appearance, though he may be anorexic, possibly.

Next was a very masculine female, someone who Allie immediately decided that she didn't want to mess with, even if she had made a habit of it. She looked like some sort of stone statue, rigid in place, and even sitting down Allie could see she would loom over her. There were tons of reasons why she could be here, none of them good.
Then again, Allie was basing this all off their appearances, following stereotypes, so she couldn't be sure.

A guy next, with black hair in a sort of emo style, as Allie liked to call it. Another tall one, too, probably ten or so inches taller than Allie. At least he didn't look very muscular, he looked more withdrawn, someone who preferred his own company.

The final person in their 'rebel squad' as Allie had decided to name them was also a male, with dark brown hair. She didn't like how he seemed to already be comfortable around the rest of the group - as did some of the other members of their little squad. Though maybe that as just jealousy, ever since she was little, Allie had always felt uncomfortable around strangers, even if she did hide it under a carefree persona.

Harlem raised his head at the sound of an angry voice. The...female... that was speaking was anything but attractive. 'Man, that is one big bitch' he mused to himself. He didn't want to seem like a wimp or nothing, but he would certainly try avoiding a fight with that one. Not that fighting was generally his thing, but he'd be especially fervent about not pissing off her. Then again, wasn't it just a week or so ago he'd been attempting to kill himself? Well here's the opportunity! Bam. Suicide. Right there.
He looked around at all the other people who had since joined around the fire. Yep, sure enough, they were a bunch of weirdos. Like the overly-masculine looking female with the horrible accent if that wasn't enough.
Some blonde chick... wait, no, dude. He faintly recalled somebody complaining about fashion and figured it must be that guy. He didn't really think it was right, that guy looking so damn pretty. No guy should look that damn pretty, and what was he, a fucking elf? What could such a pretty little guy like that possibly done wrong to end up in a place like this?
Some scene chick with the world's stupidest name... Scene kids. They had to be some of the most vain people on earth. This chick sure didn't look like she had much substance to her.
The other two girls looked pretty harmless. What the hell could girls like that do that would result in them being sent here? From what he had gathered, this place was pretty hardcore. What, petty theft? Skipping school? He couldn't imagine it being worse then that, and those things didn't seem bad enough to be sent here about.
There was some emo kid and another guy. In his eyes, the only one who looked like they really belonged in this place was that butch-as-fuck chick. Yeah, he didn't think she belonged anywhere else other then jail...or an asylum. Somewhere with bars.
Harlem's body was still in agony. He wondered how long it would take for something to happen. Was he just meant to sit here all day, watching weirdos interact? What was the lesson he was meant to learning? If this was all he had to do, well, it was pretty shit but he'd imagined it to be a bit more brutal.
Maybe he could sneak off round about now. Nah, some of those guards who'd brought the others in were still hanging about. Man, he just wanted a fix and then he could deal with this shit, maybe. Even just a smoke and this pointlessness would be a bit more bearable.
"What the fuck is even happening here?" he said, growing impatient. He doubted much of a response from the weirdos around him. If he didn't know, chances are they wouldn't either.
His breathing was getting more intense as his craving peaked. His agitation was making his head throb. He stood up impulsively, scanning his surroundings for escape, and not finding a solution, kicked the seat he had been sitting on. Spontaneity can be very stupid. His foot and ankle suffered for his rash actions but the pain just made him angrier. He sad back down, gripping his hair, near-on tearing it out. This was sheer torture, and pointless torture at that. He didn't even see no fucking horses.

Baby had shut her eyes, her fingers slowly circling her temples in a massaging way. She had already gotten a headache. If these people weren't giving her one already, she was suffering from the lack of meth and tobacco in her system. The other teens around her did not seem all too much for her to handle, but her eyes flew open when she was addressed by a masculine tone across the way from her.
"Baby? You gotta be fuckin' kiddin' me," The voice rang out.
The blonde girl sighed half-heartedly. "It's not like I picked the bloody shite." She said, rolling her eyes. She wondered where the lesbian, male resembling girl got off. She was just reeking of problems, but she did not bother Baby in the slightest. No one did. And if the brute of a girl were planning to break her neck she would stand her ground and welcome whatever would come.
I fuckin' hate my name. She growled inside her head. She recalled once when she had just gotten off of the bus from school - when she was still allowed there, that is - and had been heading home when another group of kids her age had pushed her down. The lead male had stuck his own thumb in his mouth and began sucking on it dramatically.
"Wah! Wah!" He had mocked. "The little slag is going to run home to her mummy like that Baby that she is." Quickly following, they had begun to jump the small girl leaving her to limp home with a black eye, a puffy cheek, a cracked rib, and a twisted ankle from trying to be dragged.
Her mother had hurried over to her with a warm towel and had begun dabbing her eye with it. "Just brilliant, Baby. What have you gotten yourself into this time?" She had complained.
"It's not my fault!" Baby defended. "It was those tosser's that caused this." Her mother had brought her palm in to swing on her already swollen face.
"Where on Earth did you learn such foul language as that? You're really going to the dogs, babe." Her mother had turned away and began to complain to her father, 'That ankle biter of a daughter of yours is really something.'
Baby was so furious she had grabbed a fork and had surged it into her mother's waist. "Piss of, ya tallop! It's your blooming fault for naming me this disgrace!"
Her mother had been pregnant at the time and she had done damages to her uterus causing her mother to miscarriage. She had been only fourteen at the time.
Baby pulled herself out of her memories. From what she could tell by the judgmental looks she was receiving she was already being judge by her appearance. Probably being called, scene or emo or whatever the kids called it these days. She could not stand labels, but that was all people were good for was placing a certain title to a certain way people were or how they dressed or what they liked.
Baby scowled and pulled the red hood up over her head, repeating the motion of pulling the sleeves past the palms of her hands.
Everyone was getting so acquainted with one another. A male that had previously been screaming for everyone to put a sock in it was now greeting another. Pretty bipolar in my opinion. She thought to herself. Another male that was only sitting two people from her had kicked over his own perch and now seemed to be in pain. The blonde merely looked at him. She felt bad. He seemed to be suffering in his head worse than she was. At least she could slightly control her impulses. Even though every fiber of her being was pushing her to find the nearest sharp object and jab it into the buff girl's eye.
She stayed quiet, though resting her chin on her curled up fingers, her arms resting on her knees that were brought as close to her as possible.
She would have given anyone the clothes on her back for a few squares. Alas, she doubted that they even allowed anyone else into the camp that was not there to be tortured and forced to care for giant dogs with hooves.
She looked past the other 'campers' and observed the cabin, taking in every aspect, as well as anything that could turn into a make-shift weapon if need be. There was a possibility, though, that they had 'round the clock room surveillance to keep sure that there was no one up 'past their bedtime'. But if she studied their usual routines, maybe she could figure something out.
After sizing up the room she looked around the group again and shook her head, but the movement would have hardly been noticeable to the human eye it was such a small action. She had a feeling that not even one person would go out of their way to care about anything that she had to say at all. The only people that somewhat seemed like her was the spazzing guy and the other dude who also had a few piercings of his own. Maybe the girl with the more of a bronze hair color who had just recently entered, but other than that...

Harlem looked to the emo looking guy who had spoken to him. "Look, man, I don't mean to be rude, but unless you can get me a fix, or get me out of here, I don't give a fuck who you are". Maybe it was rude. He wasn't usually like this, it was just these fucking withdrawals. Well, okay, at no point in his life would he be happy to be here, would he find it fine and dandy to be forced to participate in this weird horse shit. And sure, he actually doubted he would even acknowledge any of this people if they were anywhere else, but normally he would be at least a little more approachable. Certainly wouldn't be kicking chairs, that's for sure.
He smirked at the scene chick with the absurdly stupid name's crude response. Well, fuck. The chick's around here certainly couldn't be described as 'ladies', by any means.
His hands still pulled at his hair. This was one of life's funny things. In this situation, when his head was throbbing like mad to the point he would gladly die to have it over with, all he could do was rip at his hair. It was basically automatic, and yet, it seem just about the most stupid thing one could do to attempt nursing such an ailment.
He really wished he had his music. Music made everything much better. Being able to drown out this lot's useless jibber-jabber would be a good start. It was doing his head in. I mean, seriously, couldn't his folks wait until he'd kicked the h. before they shipped him off here? Couldn't they at least give him somewhere a little more homely to be while he got clean?
Yeah. That was probably his fault. His dad had been very lenient (especially for such a fuckhead of a man) and allowed Harlem to get off the stuff before sending him here, even though he'd nearly offed himself on it. But you know, he couldn't resist the weightless, sweet temptation of heroin when it only required him jumping from his window and walking a block to get it. Yeah, after the second time he did it, he ruined his chances of a peaceful comedown.
But come on. This should be illegal. You can't just deprive somebody of something which has basically become the bane of their existence, can you?
He needed to stop thinking about it, needed to distract himself, but he was in absolutely no mood to engage in idle chatter with an all manner of delinquents.
Maybe they were all just in here like him, for drug use. Nah. The others didn't seem to be writhing in knots or sweating from the inside out. What, then? He wouldn't put violence past the butch chick.
Harlem was going to make sure he was away from that chick by at least 5 meters at all times. Even that didn't seem enough. Nothing like a overbuilt, foul-mouthed, psychotic dyke to scare the suicide out of a suicidal person. Harlem's new middle name was optimistic! Okay, well, not quite... Not even close.

Mike sat silently, staring at the fire before him. He heard the others talk, but did not attempt to make contact with them. No, he would certainly not. He would behave, and go home and go back to who he was and what he was doing at home. That be just so much more better, and yet, he realized why his parents had send him here. He had been destructive, expelled and run into trouble with the police. His parents had said this would be better, and he would learn how to behave. And they had hoped he would return anew, and now old. Mike had to see about that just yet.

He looked up from the fire as someone walked in. An old looking guy, friendly looking, but he was sure the man would be the biggest problem around here. And then the man spoke.

''Right, boys and girls,'' the man spoke as he clapped his hands together and looked at them, ''I am Brandy, and I shall explain the rules and make sure you'll follow them. Within a few minutes, you'll be stripped from every juwelry, piercings included. We'll wash your hair and bring it back to its natural colour. If you don't agree on it and won't remove them, it will have consequences. From tomorrow on, you'll be ordered to stay in a stone circle, make your own breakfast and dinner, above your self-made fire. You may not talked unless you are asked something, and you may not leave the stone circle unless asked to. But tonight, you may just sleep. We have no mattresses, so you'll be handed a blanket and that's all you'll have. I don't want to hear any complaining, swearing, there will be no drinking alcohol or smoking cigarettes. Again, no talking unless asked to from tomorrow on. Now, if I call your name, you will follow me and remove every juwelry and anything that can harm me, or one of the staff.''

Mike looked back at the fire and nodded simply.

Baby watched the two guys go back and forth, a light chuckle ringing from her vocal chords at Harlem's reply. But the smile on her face fell short. She could use a fix too. It was driving her insane. Especially the lack of tar in her lungs. When she breathed into her mouth she could still taste the after-smoke on her breath and it was a tease to say the least. If only she had not started so young, maybe then she would not be as addicted as she was.
She was near growling in frustration when the door ajared and a man who addressed himself as 'Brandy' began pipping off about what they were about to be going through. She listened, but kept her gaze on the fire in front of her, her eyes following the flames that licked around the edges of the wood.
Her neck snapped to look at the man, her face had a 'are you kidding me?' way about it. They seriously had to take her piercings from her? It was all she had left. Not to mention they were going to strip her bangs of the pink and purple, leaving her with her natural bleach blonde hair. That did not bother her very much, especially not compared to the idea of ridding her body of all jewelry. She would feel so naked without it all. She had enough holes in her body that you would not be able to count them all on both hands, so it would be a longer process than anyone else would have had to go through.
She doubted that Javier Bardem over there would even have any jewelry to hand over. On the thought of the girl, Baby was reminded of a character that she had once read about in a book series. It had been about the Gods and Goddesses in mythology and their kids that took place at a camp and the adventures they had. The girl she compared her to was named Clarice and she was a child of Ares.
Baby would have laughed if it weren't for the boss figure that loomed over the group. She had a feeling he would punish her for not making noise when she was told she could.
She sighed and began unscrewing one of the balls on her tongue bar. She reconnected them and began making a small pile of them in her right fist. She figured that most of them would have expected her to be the last one to be willing to give in to letting someone have her piercings, that she would have thrown a fit over it all. Sure, she was not in the slightest bit happy about it, but she was not about to see what punishment meant if she was already being forced to cook her own meals (probably over a fire) and was left with merely a blanket and her arm to rest her head on. Besides, she had obtained most of the piercings over two years ago, so they would not be closing up. However her nose was a different story. Even though it had been the first piercing she had received, if she were going to be here over a few weeks, she would have to get it repierced.
She was removing one of her gauges when Serenity asked if they would be getting them back before they went home. Baby immediately stopped taking out her piercings and gave a hard look towards the guy that had been forcing her to do away with them in the first place.
She had already assumed that they weren't going to be allowed to have any alcoholic or tobacco products, but did he know what he could do to someone by making them quit cold turkey like that? Was he aware that someone who had been smoking since they were eleven and that consumed ten cigarettes nearly everyday could possibly have an arrhythmia? Yes, that would be rare, but not to mention all of the other side effects of not having that or her precious angel dust would be keeping her awake with the jitters every single night, then again, her lack of methamphetamines might make her sleep for two days straight. Although she had not been using as long as she had been smoking, it was probable that the hard drug would surpass her withdrawal from smoking. But she was going to be one anxious bitch, that was for damn sure.
He had just finished speaking and she rolled her eyes, looking back down at the fire pit again. This felt like grade school. "Okay children, when I call your name alphabetically please come up to my desk and give me my present for teacher appreciation day." She scowled as she stared down the rising smoke above her.
This was just getting better and better.

Harlem felt somewhat relieved when the guy called 'Brandy' entered the picture. Well, at least something was about to happen now, and that was a lot better then sitting around with this lot. His feeling off relief subsided after the man had finished speaking, however, and the feeling was replaced with anger.
Yeah, yeah, he didn't actually think they'd be allowed to smoke or drink here, but man, that didn't stop him from craving a cigarette so bad it hurt. The fact it wasn't, by far, his only intense craving made it a hell of a lot more difficult to bare. His didn't currently have any dye in his hair, so that wasn't a problem, but his nose ring would have to go and he dreaded the idea of having it pierced again. He'd had other piercings before, sure, but none had been as difficult to go through as the nose piercing, which he'd had done twice already it the past. It would almost certainly close over. He was glad his only other body decoration at the moment was his tattoo, and they couldn't very well remove that now, could they? He felt sympathy for the scene chick as he watched her remove her large quantity of piercings. She was going to lose a lot of metal.
He agreed with the chick who'd asked about what happened to the jewelry. The pendant around his neck, a pentagram filled with intricate symbols he didn't understand, was a ward against people hiding their true nature. He wasn't even sure if it worked, but he was quite fond of it regardless and would hate to lose it. He wasn't going to take it off until he was sure he would be getting it back.
It would turn out he was right about this place being hardcore. The food, bedding and level of freedom wasn't much to be hopeful about. No swearing? Not that he had a particularly crude mouth, but cussing was kind of habit for him and he was already being forced to break enough habits as it was. Not talking he could do. He wanted to vocalize as little as possible as it was, so that wasn't going to be a real issue. But really, no swearing? He doubted he could even stick to that rule. How could someone automatically rephrase their entire vocabulary just like that?
He didn't even get the entire purpose of this ranch place anyway. What, they thought they cold shape his entire character and change him from the inside out? Fuck that. He wasn't planning on being anything other then what he was, good or bad. Though, he imagined it wouldn't be that difficult to pretend; just follow rules, keep quiet and do what he was told. Then he could leave this place.
Maybe it was good he was being forced to kick the smack. He'd seen several of his friends destroyed by it's beautiful temptation. One chick he knew was out selling her body to afford her fix and he couldn't say that was a good thing. One of his mates had told him that heroin makes you content with the way things are, and that's the only reason it was bad. So yeah, maybe he was going down the wrong path and this was a good thing.
Nah, fuck that. He'd just about kill for a hit right now.
Harlem had to laugh at the butch chick claiming to be religious, and Buddhist at that? Yeah, sure. That was a joke and a half. He hid his laughter against the back of his hand, unsure if laughing was against the rules. The less trouble he got into, the sooner he could leave.

Alison Keegan

Just when things seemed to be not that bad, the muscular woman blew up. Not literally, that would have been cool, though.
As if Alison wasn't already completely irritated, the yells coming from this very.. burly girl wormed their way into her ears, resulting in a mild headache. Nothing she couldn't handle, but still annoying. Then they all started complaining - maybe they had just realized that they would have to spend a month, maybe more with these people. Allie was just starting to realize it, too.

People started to settle down slightly when an old man walked in, and Allie immediately decided he was perverted, for no other reason than the fact he worked at this shit hole. He clapped like a seal to get their attention as he began, ''Right, boys and girls, I am Brandy, and I shall explain the rules and make sure you'll follow them. Within a few minutes, you'll be stripped from every juwelry, piercings included. We'll wash your hair and bring it back to its natural colour. If you don't agree on it and won't remove them, it will have consequences. From tomorrow on, you'll be ordered to stay in a stone circle, make your own breakfast and dinner, above your self-made fire. You may not talked unless you are asked something, and you may not leave the stone circle unless asked to. But tonight, you may just sleep. We have no mattresses, so you'll be handed a blanket and that's all you'll have. I don't want to hear any complaining, swearing, there will be no drinking alcohol or smoking cigarettes. Again, no talking unless asked to from tomorrow on."

Her piercings had to go? Well, now, Brandy, it seemed that they had stumbled along a little problem there. Already, without hearing the rest, she knew she was going to be pissed with whatever the rest of his speech was. Now what was he saying, a fucking stone circle? What are they - actually, no animal lives in a stone circle. Make food, yadayadayada.. wait, she couldn't make a fire. I guess she'd just starve herself then. Then a blanket, well it was an upgrade from this little 'hut.' Then there was the no talking, complaining or swearing.. pssht, yeah right. Alcohol and smoking, none of that bothered her.

"Now, if I call your name, you will follow me and remove every jewelry and anything that can harm me, or one of the staff.''
As soon as her name was called, Alison stood up and walked over to the old guy.
"No hair color, and I can't take out my earrings, Mr.. uh.. Brandy. If I do they'll get infected. It's not pretty," she shrugged, in a whole 'It's not my fault or my problem' kind of way before continuing. "Oh, and here," she handed him the cheap ring she had bought before she arrived here, and then slipped off the necklace her mother had given her as a going away present. She didn't really give a damn about either of those.

She threw them on the ground at her feet. "I know out here you've been living off horse shit for your whole lives or whatever, but I don't know how to make a fire," she added sharply. "We weren't all raised in the wild you know, we're not animals." She rolled her eyes, before turning around.

Baby had continued to shed herself of the four earrings she had after extracting her other favored gauge. She was only complying following the reassurance of being able to receive them back. She was lifting her shirt to eliminate her body of her belly button ring when her head raised to watch Alison bicker about her ears. Aw, poor poor her. Her ears might get red and irritated. The blonde shook her head and scoffed. She had no idea what an infection was. Baby had once pierced her tongue when she was thirteen and had stupidly smoked a cigarette which had really done her in. She couldn't eat without crying. Her tongue had turned green. It was a really bad time. Pah! She had no idea the pain that a piercing could really cause.
Her foul response had gotten her punishment. She could over hear Brandy's command of being forced to stare into the desert. It would not have been very bad if it were not for the blazing heat that radiated from the sand and burned down harshly from the burning Sun.
She felt bad for her now, but her sincerity quickly vanished when her feelings were erased by him stepping back into the room and call her up.
She had just taken off her last piercing and went to unclasp the diamond necklace her oldest brother that had passed away had gifted her with before he had died while being over seas. She almost let herself go for a moment but restrained herself from shedding a single tear and letting anyone call her weak for something they didn't know.
She handed him all of the jewelry that she had collected from herself and let it fall into his hand without a word from her mouth.
He called in another male and he took her away from the group and led her into a separate room. He handed her a blanket and shut the door, a click following afterwards.
Really? She surely was not going to be attempting any escape.
She examined the bed and decided against that. The floor looked just as inviting as the wooden bed. It was also colder so it would be comforting.
She lay down and rested on her back, pulling the blanket only up to her waist. She was thankful for how long and thick her hair was. She pulled it up and lay her head on it. It was at least a little better than nothing at all. Before she knew it, she found her eyelids feeling heavier and she was fast asleep in minutes.