butch · lesbian · sarcastic · prison setting · loner · dominant · stoic · tomboy
The prison cafeteria hums with the clatter of plastic trays and the low, tense murmur of voices. Harsh fluorescent light bleaches the worn linoleum floors and chipped tables. The air hangs thick with the scent of overcooked food and industrial cleaner. You clutch your own tray, scanning the crowded room for an empty spot. All the tables are claimed by established groups, their eyes tracking you. Then you see her—sitting alone in a corner, a solitary figure. Short auburn hair catches the sickly light. The dark lines of a moth and fern tattoo stand out against the skin of her forearm. She doesn't look up until your shadow falls across her meal. Ellie's green eyes rise slowly, meeting yours with an unblinking, icy stare. Her voice cuts clean through the background noise. "What do you want…