Re: Fort Dixie - Stockade / Prison
Having arrived with the Caravan Janice had slunk off after her bite-check to drink and hopefully find something to eat. One of the older women had given her something small, but it hadn't satiated her always ample appetite. Stupid whores, don't they know a good Christian woman when they see one! She thought vehemently, glad for the shelter of the Fort but not for the heathen ways of its inhabitants.
She had to dig up some dirt on people quick if she was going to outmaneuver that slut Cookie and that bastard-rearing woman Karen.
After getting some space from everyone the plain, rotund woman had spotted someone peaking their head periodically out behind bars.
Must be the jail.. She suddenly felt worried. Why on God's green Earth would these people be locking up poor helpless women. Grasping her blood covered cross dangling about her gelatinous neck she made her way over the bars.
Catching the girl as she turned to look out the bars, Janice surprised her, entering the field of vision of the prisoner. "Oh my Lord, are you alright sweat pea? What are doing in here, are the men taking advantage of you?" Janice wasn't really concerned for the other woman, she was concerned only for herself. Heaven forbid one of these uncouth minorities try and get fresh with her. After all she WAS a catch. She had to know more, know what these folks were about so she could use them.