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Post by Raoul on Jul 5, 2010 2:38:37 GMT -5
Raoul stepped out into the yard, feeling the warmth of the day creep into his prison issue clothing. Since it was summer he had opted to not wear the full jumpsuit, instead he was clad in the navy blue trousers and the white t-shirt that clung heavily to his thick chest and his upper arms due to the amount of muscle on his person. This inmate was a tank yet there was a smooth softness to his features that made one think of a baby not yet graced with hair. He cut quite a fascinating impression as he trekked slowly across the yard, leaving whispering voices in his wake. Some of the female inmates giggled among themselves as they observed Raoul, commenting in a juvenile manner on the possible size of a certain part of his anatomy in comparison to the rest of him. Men, on the other hand, mostly seemed either not to care or kept certain to stay out of his way.
However, one sizable man appeared to have a different reaction to the towering hairless inmate. The look in his eyes spoke of dark intentions as he intently watched Raoul, his mouth watering like a hungry beast and the enigmatic inmate was his prey. “Hey! Come here I want to talk to you” He called out to him. Raoul's nearly black eyes met the man's as he passed but quickly pulled them away in disgust seeing that same look in his gaze that reminded him too much of his own victim. But the lascivious slob of a male didn't take a hint calling out to him again to his retreating form “Hey! Jolly Green! When you hittin' puberty?” The guys around him burst into laughter. That laughter cut straight to the core of his being, bring back the cruelty of his classmates to his memory. His blood was boiling when he turned back to the one who addressed him, his features contorted into a look of rage while his fingers curled into tight fists “What.. did you say to me?!” He growled, a clear look of murderous intent in his dark eyes.
tag: Mama!
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Post by Mama on Jul 5, 2010 23:48:21 GMT -5
Mama had been released earlier in the day and was at this moment crossing the yard with two of her Girls in tow. One was Canadace, her cellmate, a moody individual but cooperative enough that it made up for it. The other was Sunny, a tall black man so nicknamed for his seemingly inability to smile. In this warm weather the Southern woman was always in her best mood. Only the sun seemed to bring out this particular spark of enjoyment in the madam, and she moved with a carefree swing to her hips. Like most of the inmates she had dressed to accommodate for the warmth, wearing the familiar prison blues and a white tank top, showing off her tanned shoulders and the fact that yes, at her age, her breasts were still perky thank you very much. Maybe never bearing children had its silver lining after all – at least, in the life she led now it was certainly a benefit to her figure.
Mama’s leisurely stroll slowed and eventually stopped as she caught sight of the behemoth before her. Her eyes darted up and down his form, and with some difficulty she managed to close her hanging jaw. Now that was a figure she could use on her crew. Not exactly the sultry type – and Mama was all about seduction – but there was an...exotic appeal certainly, and when it came to hustling inmates and beat downs nothing would get the job done like that giant. Unfortunately, Goliath seemed to have his sights set on something else, his smooth features contorting into an expression of rage.
Mama’s gaze flickered between him and the object of his wrath. With a bolt of dread she realized immediately that herself and ‘Jolly Green’ had a bit in common already.
“Well this is going to be a whole new kind of song and dance.” Mama muttered, jerking her head to her Girls to indicate that they should follow her and quickly. She didn’t need to tell them to be on top form, there was a reason that Mama brought these two members of her crew to this particular con.
“Mitch baby, what’s this? Pickin’ on the fish tsk tsk.” Mama clucked her tongue as she swayed forward. “Didn’t your ma eveh teach you how ta play with others?”
The inmate, Mitch, who had so engraged Raoul turned to Mama, though his eyes immediately lighted on Candace and Sunny. Without hesitating he pulled the woman into his lap, running a hand over her body while with the other he greedily reached out for Sunny.
Mama ignored the display and instead cautiously stepped over to the giant. “Well hi there,” She literally had to crane her neck up to look him in the eye, but her air was relaxed and calm, an easy smile on her lips. “Ya look a lil’...tense. Is that ol’ pervert causin’ you grief dahlin’? If ya want...I can take care of it.” Her voice dropped to a low purr, her dark eyes glittering dangerously. “Discretion is my middle name baby, othehwise you got COs all over ya ass and that’s no way to start out on your first day.”
Mama winked and flashed him another smile. Even for the Southern belle this was a gamble.
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Post by Raoul on Jul 6, 2010 2:12:39 GMT -5
His nose was still flared and his lips pulled into a tight grimace while his thick chest rose and fell in heavy angry breaths, clearly still upset at the cruel joke, even now watching him with his new sources of lust. After a few moments he finally pulled his angry dark gaze from Mitch to the female that had greeted him in an accent he recognized as Southern. She was a pretty dark haired and eyed woman with a voice that not even he could ignore. This was definitely not a girl but an experienced woman of the world, who was doing her very best to soothe the angry beast that Raoul Moreau happened to be since he came to Fox River.
He looked quite like a child caught between two things he couldn't decide between as he peered down at Mama then back at Mitch, who by now was busy with his new 'friends,' then back to the seductive woman with promises. His lips pulled into a mixture of a pout and a frown at her words “I'm not new.... I been in the other part of this place..” Raoul finally replied the anxiety still high in his deep throaty voice. It was evident the part he was referring to had to be the psychiatric ward where they placed all the madmen and women “They just let me out...” He added to explain why she might be mistaken.
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Post by Mama on Jul 6, 2010 17:22:58 GMT -5
Mama watched a mixture of emotions pass across the giant’s face, and it struck her suddenly how child like he seemed; how vulnerable and suddenly unsure, after only a few of her smooth-talking words. Good, if that was the case she could work her magic – it would be a different brand certainly, but Mama fully intended to enchant the poor lost soul into her web.
“Did they now?” Mama replied, tilting her head slightly. “Well I’m sorry you didn’t get much of a welcome wagon dahlin’.” The Southern woman was sure to keep her accented tones relaxed and low, creating an air of intimacy between the two that blocked out the frolicking of Mitch and her Girls.
Mama considered the information he had given her quickly – she didn’t usually do J-Cats. They were just too...J-Catty for her taste. Unpredictable, and unpredictability led to lack of control which in Mama’s books was the worst thing. Still, if he had just been released Mama could rationalize that he was sane once more, and a man of his stature would be well welcomed in the crew. She had succeeded in distracting him once already, if she could keep control of him with her gentle words and easy smile then it would only be to her benefit.
“What’s ya name hunny?” She asked calmly. Behind her Mitch groaned happily.
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Post by Raoul on Jul 6, 2010 23:54:44 GMT -5
Raoul was trying very hard to block out Mitch as Mama spoke to him, apologizing how he had never got a proper welcome wagon. Actually he was sort of glad they hadn't, he wasn't about to let anyone treat him like some other 'fish on the line.' He was lucky to be much bigger and scarier then most inmates but even he could be a victim, he had been for many years in his sad existence. He just wasn't looking forward to a repeat performance with men like Mitch. However, he wasn't thinking about manipulative women. He was somewhat clueless that Mama was already pulling strings to capture him in her web.
“Raoul,” He answered, his indecipherable dark eyes moving between Mama and the offensive man after hearing his happy groan. It clearly made him uncomfortable but more then that it made him anxious, his lips curled into a sneer before managing to focus his attention on the pretty woman who was talking in such a sexy tone towards him. That made him feel somewhat self-conscious too, the last person who talked in such an intimate way had wanted him to lay on his stomach or get on his knees. “Who are you?” He asked attempting to get his mind off this smorgasbord of emotions.
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Post by Mama on Jul 7, 2010 17:32:10 GMT -5
Mama saw the uncertainty in Raoul’s deep eyes. She watched the confusion etch across his broad face, mingling with his obvious distaste for Mitch. The man was torn; he was caught in the middle of two things, each of which sought out his attention over the other. How painful that must be for him. How awkward and hesitant he was. And it was exactly how Mama wanted him to be.
Her face adopted a look of concern, her brow furrowing slightly and the smile waning from her lips. “Are you alright?” She almost reached forward to lay a comforting hand on his arm, but decided against it at the last minute. For now she had him where she wanted him, there was no need to rush things.
“Raoul, huh? Well isn’t that a lovely name. You can call me Mama.” Her low tones were warm and gentle, a mother’s soothing croon to lull his hesitancy. She carried on in a conspiratorial manner: “Ya know what Raoul? That guy back there? I just cain’t stand him, not one bit – gets right undeh mah skin, you know what I’m sayin’?” The pause that followed the statement was tangible as if something big were coming. It drew on the sense of privacy she had tried to wrap around the pair of them, and Mama gave an almost invisible ‘us-friends-stick-together’ wink. “You think he maybe deserves a taste of his own medicine?”
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Post by Raoul on Jul 8, 2010 0:31:52 GMT -5
The way she spoke, suddenly had the giant's full attention set on her. Slowly his large hairless head tilted to the side at the curious name she offered. She said she was called 'Mama.' It had been a very long time since he called a woman Mama and she had been his mother, it was just strange. But if she wanted to be called such, who was he to argue? “Mama” He repeated her nickname like he was making sure he heard correctly.
Raoul didn't answer her question nor did he thank her for the compliment, but he did stay to listen, so that was something. He was listening to her words that bad mouthed the man who had insulted him. Slowly he let his head nodded to her question if he knew what she was saying. Yes, he certainly did know. The titan of a man seemed to come closer to her, the conspiratorial manner of their conversation appearing to draw him in just as she had planned. A very sinister looking smile slowly spread across his lips accompanied by a even more throaty menacing chuckle “I would like that Mama,” He agreed, his features somehow resembling a vicious child's being pampered by his doting mother.
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Post by Mama on Jul 10, 2010 20:41:49 GMT -5
Mama watched the sinister smile grow on his smooth face as his equally dark words filled the air. She felt a thrill of adrenaline rush down her spine as she recognized that now was the time to start reeling in this big fish. She loved that shiver of success, that exhilarating swoop of victory to know that she had succeeded again.
A predatory smirk crept across her honey lips and she gave a low hum of satisfaction, “Peachy.”
Mama turned to face the three cons who were now twisted around one another. Candace still kept her position on Mitch’s lap, giving him a thorough rub down, while Sunny half stood half crouched to reach Mitch’s hungry mouth.
“Sunny, restrain Mitch.”
There was no hesitation from the large man. Sunny reacted immediately to Mama’s orders without even looking up, stepping up onto one seat and sitting on the table top behind Mitch. He fluidly reached down to wrap his powerful arms around Mitch’s upper arms, jerking them up so the other con couldn’t grab anything. With his hands left free, Sunny wound his fingers through the Mitch’s hair and tugged back hard.
Mitch’s eyes bugged, his body bucking and a string of vulgar curses filling the air about him.
“What a foul mouth ya have. Candy, fix that for me dahlin’.” Candace’s enticing hand suddenly clamped down like a vice on Mitch’s crotch and the man’s eyes bulged further, his high pitched squeal dying suddenly.
“Muuuuch betteh,” Mama smirked. Her enjoyment of the power she held was obvious in her nonchalant actions. “Mitch. Mitch, Mitch, Mitch, I’m afraid you and I, well we gotta lil’ bit of a problem sweet cakes. See, I don’t like the way you treatin’ mah friend Raoul here. Now that’s gonna have ta change. Today.”
“Fuck you bitch-Ahhh ah!” Mitch’s voice cut off again as Candace tightened her grip and gave a small warning twist.
The Southern woman merely gave a gentle shake of her head as if she were a mother disappointed in an unruly child’s response. Turning to Raoul Mama spoke lightly, “See what I mean?” Her dark eyes flashed dangerously as they met the giant’s gaze and she smirked slowly. “Maybe you would like to try and get through to him?”
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Post by Raoul on Jul 12, 2010 22:38:55 GMT -5
Raoul moved from Mama's side, a cruel chuckle emitting from him as he approached the restrained man. “Mitch...” He said the name dripping with venom though a grin was on his lips. The towering monster of a man stood in front of him, studying his features with his brutal dark eyes before reaching out to grab his throat. His mouth contorted into a vicious sneer as he bend down, inches from his face “You should apologize … to me!” Raoul shouted angrily into the inmate's face, the angry shout dying away into a low growl in the depths of his thick throat. Mitch stared wide-eyed at the madman, struck dumb with terror as he peered into the enraged eyes of the man he had just insulted and desired.
“You shouldn't make fun of me Mitch... It makes me very angry and when I get angry people get hurt... Do you want to get hurt?” He inquired, tilting his bald head to the side, while his fingers released his throat but moved to join Sunny's hand to yank his head forward “You wanted me didn't you?” He hissed holding his head firmly between his large palms “Answer me!” Raoul shook Mitch's head violently. “Yes!” The inmate screamed back in hopes it would make the larger male release him, instead Raoul appeared to tighten his grasp like he trying to crush his skull. “I'm sorry... sorry.. sorry!” The giant finally did let go, his lips slowly carving into a devilishly delighted smile as a laugh worked its way up from his throat, turning towards Mama as if he wanted to see her approval.
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Post by Mama on Jul 19, 2010 19:47:44 GMT -5
[ahh sorry it took so long! Stupid summer classes!]
Mama watched with growing anticipation as Raoul slunk towards the restrained con, a wicked and terrifying sneer contorting his mouth. This was her opportunity to see just what the Goliath could do, and while she hoped Mitch would be left well enough to still foot his bill, she also hoped Raoul wouldn’t disappoint.
And indeed he didn’t.
Mama watched calmly as Raoul wrenched Mitch about, an amused smirk playing at her lips as Mitch screamed his apologies over and over again. A shiver ran up Mama’s spine at the display of power and as Raoul turned to Mama there seemed to be a fire burning in her dark eyes.
She swayed forward and patted a hand gently on the hard muscles of his chest. “Impressive,” she purred for his ears alone. She continued to move past Raoul, letting her hand trail across his body as she did so.
“Mitch, darlin’ Mitch...I think we all learnt a lil’ somethin’ heah. And I do hope there ain’t gonna be any more...misundehstandings.” Her gaze flickered to Candace and the other woman released her viper hold of his testicles, moving her hand once more in a pleasurable fashion. “So just so we clear, you gonna be mindful of mah friend Raoul here. Cause...it’d be a real shame if I had to come back around, you know what I’m sayin’?”
Still breathing heavily Mitch nodded his understanding. There was malevolence in his gaze that seemed to be barely contained and his chest rose and fell rapidly. Mama smirked at the display, knowing that despite what had happened she hadn’t lost him as a customer. She had gambled on Mitch’s desire of violence and dominance, knowing that at some point he would come to her with the request for Raoul. And when that giant was ready, and she would make him ready, Mitch would be paying top dollars to satisfy that particular lust.
“I’m glad we undehstand eachothuh,” Mama purred, turning away as her Girls began to work on Mitch once more. She tilted her head up as she looked at Raoul, that air of politeness and Southern charm surrounding her once more. “I’m headin’ back to mah bleachers now, would you be so good as to escort me there?”
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Post by Raoul on Jul 25, 2010 1:58:21 GMT -5
Raoul's grin increased in size seeing the approval of what he had done on her face, she seemed so impressed in fact she even touched him and whispered seductive in his ear. A sinister chuckle continued to roll off his lips as she moved pass him before ending into a sly smirk when she dragged her delicate fingers across his thick chest. The giant inmate had to admit he rather liked being favored by the sensual older woman. Raoul had lost his mother tragically in those critical years when he was developing from boy to man. He had gone twenty-two years without a solid and loving female presence in his life, he was hungry for that tenderness that only a mother could provide.
The colossus watched Mama as she addressed Mitch once more, laying down the law to him about how he would treat Raoul. It was having a real badass mother coming to your aid, he really liked that. Once she returned her attention to him he was all too happy to do what she requested so charmingly from him and call her by her earned name “Yes, Mama,” He answered as he offered her his massive arm like a gentleman escort. When she would take it he would guide her across the yard to the bleachers, where he would join her.
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