Alex Vause Indie RP

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She was almost angry when she saw Remy leave, and she wanted to shout but she kept herself still on the table with a sour look on her face to match the feeling in her stomach that was telling her she had to throw up again, but she fought it hard until the woman came back, and it made her relax - the icy little compress against her head making her take a sharp inhale and reached out for the woman’s hand - gripping it. “Should I wait to vomit?” she asked, continuing to convulse and sweat, the ice making her feel a little better - a little more sane maybe. It made sense, but she still willed away getting sick.

The vigorous shake of the ice pack had the thing freezing her hand almost instantly, before applying it gently on Alex, eyes trained on the vitals monitor awaiting anxiously for the woman’s temperature to fall. Remy never had to remind herself she’s only doing this for the patient, it was almost instinctual to care when it came down to this. The question brought her back down to earth, the tight grip bringing her brows back together again as she tried to piece together what was happening in the slight daze. "Oh. No, no, go when you have to, please.” She shook her head, grabbing a clean bedpan, handing it to Alex as she pulled the ice pack away, giving her her privacy. Remy checked her watch when her pager went off like a blazing alarm.

She felt it getting colder and colder and she had no idea at all why it was so fucking cold on her forehead. She felt like it was going to freeze and shatter right off her face. But when the woman told her to vomit she didn't have to say it again, and when the bedpan was given to her she immediately threw her head inside and puked again - a lot, groaning and gagging on the amount that was leaving her. When she was done she wanted the ice back - she wanted it and she moaned out. "Doc?"

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"You all go by your last names i’m guessing ?" She asked raising a brow And Morello nodded smiling brightly, Meg thought the last name of her meatsuit was pretty stupid to go by for the rest of the time she was here. So she turned her head to her and smirked up at Vause.

”Meg, My last name is not really worth knowing “

Alex sighed and shrugged. “Alright Meg - guess you’ll be the odd one out round’ here.” she said, although they did call some of the inmates by their first name if they were referred to as Miss, but other than that it was just last names or nicknames. “So, Meg - is it worth my time asking what it did that got that pretty ass in Litchfield?”

"Already am the odd one out so it seems" Meg said with a slight shrug, Smirking widely at her question. "Eh the usual, Robbery, Identity theft, Arson, Murder, Silly stuff like that, what about you what landed your pretty ass in here?" she mocked

With the murder statement Alex didn’t flinch but it just made her more interested. The evil surrounding her was certainly justified that way that was for sure. But she paused when the woman asked her what she did. Everyone knew - it wasn’t a secret. “I’m an international drug dealer.” She stated. “Heroin.”

"How’d you get caught?" Meg asked curiously reaching over and stealing a juice box from one of the other chicks who didn’t seem to mind really, She stabbed the straw into the hole and sucked on the straw casually looking up at alex.

She raised her eyebrows when the woman stole the juice and she scoffed, but ignored it. She hadn’t stole /her/ drink so she just decided to let the girl dig her own grave. “You’re lucky I told you what i did there sister.” she said, tilting her head. “You obviously just attracted too much heat I’m assuming. From your uh - crime spree.”

She shook her head pulling her mouth away from the straw “I Turned myself in, whoes gonna come looking for me in a prision right ? safest place to be ..” Meg said simply.

Alex raised her eyebrows. "Yeah i could get behind that." she shrugged, although she could never even think of coming here again let alone voluntarily. "I assume that's why you're here and not in max, am i right?"

Hans’ took in a breath, steadying himself. His his hands were holding at her legs but not for long soon they moved to her back while he moved to claim her lips. Just before he did he hovered over, his eyes holding with Alex’s for one…

Hans kissed further down his hand moving from her side to her inner thigh. He was slow in that his tongue trailed near her nipple in circles. Another hum escaped his lips as his hand and lips began to move in sync. He traced two of his fingers over Alex’s entrance beginning to tease her ever so slightly.

"Mein mädchen,"He murmured idly.

Hans moved his fingers up, beginning to stroke her clit. He looked up at Alex his lips moving from her breast and instead looking into her eyes. His motion was steady, slow at first he wanted to see just how she would react to him.

It was about to get realer than she’d hoped, and when his hand touched her inner thigh, tongue swirling around her is when she really started giving into the pleasure of what was happening to her. It felt nice, and she could admit that past the fear of what all this really meant. She was in danger and she couldn’t forget it, always remembering her ‘manners’ as her mother would say - although she figured her mother didn’t expect her to apply this rule to her current situation.

She understood what he said. She knew a decent amount of German from being around the soldiers and reading books to translate and speak to the people around her. Once France became occupied she needed to expand. But ‘his girl’ seemed a little much.

"Ist das nicht ein wenig zu fruh Oberst?" She asked, her voice breathy as his fingers moved over her sensitive clit. She moaned a little and allowed her eyes to flutter closed, and then open to meet his gaze.

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Hans was impressed with her use of German with him, he stopped his motions at her breast just a moment long enough to gather himself a moment to speak. His voice was low, his accent even thicker than before when he was speaking english, it held a certain gravel like tone at certain moments just as he reached particular sounds. Whether he was doing that on purpose was another question.

“Ist ‘mein Schatz’ oder ‘mein Liebling’ vorzuziehen?" He asked, returning her question with another question as his steely grey eyes met her fluttering ones.

Hans moved his hand more as he spoke, doing so just at the right moments to accent his motions and to get another moan, he wanted to hear her again.

“Wunderschön,” he cooed lightly just before his tongue traced at her other nipple, “Erneut..”

When his voice rung out like scraping dirt over skin, she wasn’t exactly sure how to answer. What did she want him to say? Really she was simply surprised he was treating her this way at all. Why? One minute she was being treated like a criminal and a liar, and now the treatment had changed and took a 180.Now she was beautiful, his girl. Maybe this diversion was in-fact working in her favour. This fact made her feel a little better.

"Mir ist es viel lieber ‘mein Schatz’ Darling."

She spoke back, her own voice husky as his fingers continued to win her over, biting her lip as he teased her continuously.But the last thing he said was an order and she leaned her head back, whining slightly before letting out a soft breathy moan.

"Ah, das frühit sich sehr super, Hans.”

She breathed out, gripping the edges of the desk and drawing her legs further apart for him.

Hans took a breath at her skin, giving himself a moment just before he spoke. “Mein schatz,” he echoed smoothly just as he moved his hand firmer.

He hummed lowly his lips moving lower, he kissed down to her navel-his breath hot as he was moving closer to her thighs. Hans slowed his hand just a moment as he pushed her up his other hand moving to her leg as now he was low at her navel, almost between her thighs.

He placed another kiss at her navel afterwards, his tongue began to snake from his mouth, trailing down the short distance where his hand was. Hans hummed lowly-chuckling just before as he looked up at Alex, his tongue moving right at her clit as his fingers moved deeper and down to give his tongue room.

The words made her smile lightly and she gritted her teeth as the hand moved more harshly against her body. She hardly noticed that her lips hadn’t touched hers in a long while, looking down as he kissed across her navel and down lower. She held her breath and held onto the table.

Her legs tensed though when his tongue finally swept over her clit, It was practised and experienced, and the fingers also - as they penetrated her she felt a jolt of undeniable pleasure, squirming slightly and giving off another large and loud moan.

She watched him with a sort of desperation in her eyes, pleading for more silently with her eyes.

Hans chuckled, his tongue moving to delve in her folds. He could already taste he wetness at his tongue and it made him hum even more than before. He began to lick and suck at her folds, his tongue thrusting and darting between her depths as he griped at her thigh. Hans’ took a few hot breaths between her thighs, his nose pressed firmly between her legs at her soft entrance.

"Hm mein schatz," he purred against her flesh as he sucked in a breath, he tongue just as quickly thrusting back in after his utterance. "I want you to cum, give me a taste of you mein schatz."

He taunted her by licking back up at her clit, her tongue pulling out and only stroking the slit of her entrance as his fingers pumped inside her but his motions were so slow it only acted as a agonizing tease. And all the while his grey eyes were on her, watching her as his tongue dragged across her.

"komm mein schatz," he drawled darkly in his low Austrian accent, pressing it even harder.

She wished she wasn't enjoying this, and she wished she wasn't wet - because all she could think about was Piper, but she also knew she'd be screwed if she didn't show she was turned on, that she could pretend - that she was a whore, Which she certainly was not.

But his tongue, and her pussy couldn't lie as she moaned and screamed out, expertly the tongue was sweeping and delving into her and making her legs quake, and unfortunately it didn't matter who was doing it, it was basically blood curdling - amazing.

But he wanted her to come, and she was close but she wasn't sure she could do it on command - but sure enough the moment his tongue was back inside her she was shaking and moaning and reaching down to push against his head, cumming violently and almost bending forward.

"Gefällt dir, was du probieren?" She asked him, her German harsh from the orgasm, everything slowing down as she asked this, his tongue still deep against her - tasting her, enjoying her.

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"You all go by your last names i’m guessing ?" She asked raising a brow And Morello nodded smiling brightly, Meg thought the last name of her meatsuit was pretty stupid to go by for the rest of the time she was here. So she turned her head to her and smirked up at Vause.

”Meg, My last name is not really worth knowing “

Alex sighed and shrugged. “Alright Meg - guess you’ll be the odd one out round’ here.” she said, although they did call some of the inmates by their first name if they were referred to as Miss, but other than that it was just last names or nicknames. “So, Meg - is it worth my time asking what it did that got that pretty ass in Litchfield?”

"Already am the odd one out so it seems" Meg said with a slight shrug, Smirking widely at her question. "Eh the usual, Robbery, Identity theft, Arson, Murder, Silly stuff like that, what about you what landed your pretty ass in here?" she mocked

With the murder statement Alex didn’t flinch but it just made her more interested. The evil surrounding her was certainly justified that way that was for sure. But she paused when the woman asked her what she did. Everyone knew - it wasn’t a secret. “I’m an international drug dealer.” She stated. “Heroin.”

"How’d you get caught?" Meg asked curiously reaching over and stealing a juice box from one of the other chicks who didn’t seem to mind really, She stabbed the straw into the hole and sucked on the straw casually looking up at alex.

She raised her eyebrows when the woman stole the juice and she scoffed, but ignored it. She hadn't stole /her/ drink so she just decided to let the girl dig her own grave. "You're lucky I told you what i did there sister." she said, tilting her head. "You obviously just attracted too much heat I'm assuming. From your uh - crime spree."

Alex felt like she was going to die. Her head was spinning and half the things the doctor said were a blur. She wanted to leave - she wanted to be dead, and she wanted to be with Piper at the same time, but all of those things were so far away from her. The purpose the other was serving was that she needed the illusion she wasn’t alone. She didn’t want to be by herself, and she didn’t want to die alone if that was going to happen - but the idea of the extra dose was not at all what she wanted in the slightest.

But either was she was screwed. This was going to be painful and upsetting either way you looked at it, and when she stared up at the other woman she wanted to curse her and thank you. “What the fuck is a cold compress?” She asked, swallowing hard and closing her eyes as her glasses were pulled off her face with her own hands.

The doctor heads toward the nurses station, grabbing the cold compresses from the supplies cabinet hastily. There were many girls that ended up like Alex back when she served, but there was nothing she could’ve done for them then, the infirmary turned their noses up every time she warned them about the wrong treatment. But Remy could help this one. Making a speedy beeline back to her patient, she shook the compress, activating the instant cold compress, gently pressing it onto Alex’s forehead. “Its like an ice pack. Keeps your temperature from spiking too high, especially when I can’t give you any more medication.” Remy holds its in place, eyes rechecking her vitals ever so often.

She was almost angry when she saw Remy leave, and she wanted to shout but she kept herself still on the table with a sour look on her face to match the feeling in her stomach that was telling her she had to throw up again, but she fought it hard until the woman came back, and it made her relax - the icy little compress against her head making her take a sharp inhale and reached out for the woman's hand - gripping it. "Should I wait to vomit?" she asked, continuing to convulse and sweat, the ice making her feel a little better - a little more sane maybe. It made sense, but she still willed away getting sick.

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The vomiting, the trembling, it were good signs of Alex’s recovery, especially since they were coming close to half an hour now. The doctor notices the concern in her eyes as she speaks of her psych referral- perhaps due to past experiences- she understood, but there was no way she could make this any easier for her patient. It was the pang of guilt Remy hated the most. The guilt from making another feel terrible, then the guilt from the guilt itself. "If this round of Naloxone doesn’t completely clean out your system, I might have to give you another round." Remy spoke finally, wondering if she was mentally preparing the patient, or herself.

"Yeah, Venice is nice, especially around this time of year. Though personally, I prefer Asia." Remy shrugged, eyeing the temperature spike in the woman. "You’re running a temperature, I’ll get you some cold compresses." Some time alone sounded pretty great there and then, straying away from the reminder that once night was over she’d be indulging in the very things that this woman was getting rid of.

Alex felt like she was going to die. Her head was spinning and half the things the doctor said were a blur. She wanted to leave - she wanted to be dead, and she wanted to be with Piper at the same time, but all of those things were so far away from her. The purpose the other was serving was that she needed the illusion she wasn't alone. She didn't want to be by herself, and she didn't want to die alone if that was going to happen - but the idea of the extra dose was not at all what she wanted in the slightest.

But either was she was screwed. This was going to be painful and upsetting either way you looked at it, and when she stared up at the other woman she wanted to curse her and thank you. "What the fuck is a cold compress?" She asked, swallowing hard and closing her eyes as her glasses were pulled off her face with her own hands.

Thirteen nodded, scribbling down at her clipboard again. "That’s good news, it should wash out fast." Finally the brunette set the board to the side gently, placing her black pager on it before settling back onto the silver stool. Something about this woman had intrigued Thirteen, even though a little part of her was yelling at her to dismiss Vause as nothing but a nutcase whack job from prison, the bigger part was telling her to sit down, talk, ask for her story. She had to admit, somewhere down this twisting path of wanting to do good for people, Remy wanted her life to matter, as selfish as it sounded. Maybe that’s why she settled back in at the quiet exclamation.

"Not going anywhere, Alex." Remy reassured. "Not till you’re okay, physically. I’m your doctor." The way she ended her sentence, it sounded so obligatory, she almost hated it. But it was true, despite it all. Of course, she could have a nurse stand in, but to want what’s best for her patient, Remy rather do it herself. "I’ve also referred you to a psychiatrist, its standard routine for suicide attempts." Her words were cold, not emotionless, but nothing that revealed anything more than her being a doctor. But she was working on it. "You know, your file mentioned that you’ve been around the world. What’s that like?" Conversation to pass the time?

Alex thought of the sessions she'd have to take and they didn't really phase her much. She was in prison and they couldn't send anyone in there, nor pay he expenses for being able to be in therapy so they'll probably just end up assigning her to a councillor in Litchfield. She prayed it wasn't Healy. She watched the doctor and thanked her silently when she decided to stay there with her while she detoxed, feeling her body beginning to shake. She didn't want this part to happen, but she groped the side of the bed and braced herself.

How was it like to travel around the word? "M-Mesmerizing." she told the other, sighing as she kept shaking - getting more violent. "I-Liked, V-Venice the most." She explained, taking a deep breath and pulling herself to lay down on the hospital bed, staring up at the ceiling as she vibrated. "Nice m-memories to hold on t-to when you're in pr-ison."

"This is a joke right?" Alex said as she laughed, pushing her glasses up her nose. "You have to have the wrong bar. I’m on probation man, no murderer works here." She said, sighing and looking around. This was the only job she could land with her record.

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”M’am, we take child murders very seriously,” Jo stated, her eyes squinting at the woman she’d identified as Alex Vause, a local bartender with less than a clean record. “Where were you on the night of July 4th?” she asked accusingly.

She looked at her and sighed. "I was at my ex-girlfriend's house." she told the blond in-front of her, throwing the rag in her hand under the bar as she was called for by a customer, ignoring him. "So you're a fed?" she asked, raising her eyebrows. "You don't look like any fed I've ever seen."

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"This is a joke right?" Alex said as she laughed, pushing her glasses up her nose. "You have to have the wrong bar. I'm on probation man, no murderer works here." She said, sighing and looking around. This was the only job she could land with her record.

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"You all go by your last names i’m guessing ?" She asked raising a brow And Morello nodded smiling brightly, Meg thought the last name of her meatsuit was pretty stupid to go by for the rest of the time she was here. So she turned her head to her and smirked up at Vause.

”Meg, My last name is not really worth knowing “

Alex sighed and shrugged. “Alright Meg - guess you’ll be the odd one out round’ here.” she said, although they did call some of the inmates by their first name if they were referred to as Miss, but other than that it was just last names or nicknames. “So, Meg - is it worth my time asking what it did that got that pretty ass in Litchfield?”

"Already am the odd one out so it seems" Meg said with a slight shrug, Smirking widely at her question. "Eh the usual, Robbery, Identity theft, Arson, Murder, Silly stuff like that, what about you what landed your pretty ass in here?" she mocked

With the murder statement Alex didn't flinch but it just made her more interested. The evil surrounding her was certainly justified that way that was for sure. But she paused when the woman asked her what she did. Everyone knew - it wasn't a secret. "I'm an international drug dealer." She stated. "Heroin."

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As is pretending to be human wasn’t enough, She messed up one time, One time ! and has to go to jail for it.

She could of smoked out, Left her favorite meat suit to rot but it’d draw to much attention and she didn’t need that, If Crowley minions found out she’d be caught for sure, and she’d rather be held up in jail then tortured in hell. The ride there was awful,Morello would just not shut her trap, And meg would nod and make faces pretending to listen but she wasn’t. When she got off the bus all eyes where on her, there where a few inmates in the yard and they stared at her whispering, She simply put her hands in the pockets of the stupid orange jump suit she was forced to wear and followed Morello inside. Walking through the halls meg started to wonder when the last New person to arrive was, or maybe they where all this Nosey ? As they couldn’t keep their eyes off her, She was hot yeah but she doubted all the inmates Swung that way, but then again it was an all woman’s prison. She walked into the Dining hall and half wanted t shout at all the starer’s but she decided on her first day it was best not to cause any trouble. She sat at the table and looked at all the new faces no one was talking, yet, Except Morello. Meg let her eyes wonder over each girl and none of them caught her interest yet, But when she saw the Black haired chick currently sucking noodles into her mouth, Her lips curled up into a wide smirk

"Got a little something on your cheek there sugar" She said leaning forward and pointing to the bit of noodle stuck to her face.

Alex raised her eyebrow and took her glasses between her two fingers, sliding them up and onto her forehead as she took the white sleeve of her undershirt and swiped it across her cheek, seeing the culprit stuck to the fabric. “Thanks.” She said, sliding the sleeve up after flicking the pasta off to land on the floor. She rolled it up past her flower tattoo on her forearm like she always did and then got a chance to look at the new girl up and down, unaware she hadn’t commented on the fact the other woman had called her sugar, which usually she would have snapped at.

She put her glasses back on her face and put her fork down. “I’m Vause, this is Morello as you already know apparently, and this is Nichols.” She pointed at the puffy haired ex-junkie next to her, who was leaning forward with both her elbows on the table.” Alex took a small sip of her water as she looked her over one more time. She tried to look as good as possible when she was in this place, so the contraband eyeliner was dark and flashy and she tried to get people with sewing practice to taper her uniforms to make them tighter. When you’re here for a while, you learn the tricks.

"So what’s your name, Sugar?" she taunted, poking fun but also giving her eyebrow a little cock.

"You all go by your last names i’m guessing ?" She asked raising a brow And Morello nodded smiling brightly, Meg thought the last name of her meatsuit was pretty stupid to go by for the rest of the time she was here. So she turned her head to her and smirked up at Vause.

”Meg, My last name is not really worth knowing “

Alex sighed and shrugged. "Alright Meg - guess you'll be the odd one out round' here." she said, although they did call some of the inmates by their first name if they were referred to as Miss, but other than that it was just last names or nicknames. "So, Meg - is it worth my time asking what it did that got that pretty ass in Litchfield?"