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"You need to complete the test in 12 minutes. Twelve minutes. Be honest with your answers. And all pencils must be returned at the end of the test. If you do not return your pencils, you will be given a..shot." CO Maxwell announces as she passes out pencils. Aaliyah rubs her eyes, still extremely exhausted. "Don't turn the test over till I say begin." Yeah nobody was listening to that.

"Now I know they serious about this job. Written test? Damn. They probably got us building warheads or some shit all day." Cindy says from her seat next to Aaliyah. As per usual, Aaliyah sat next to Watson. "You really think they'll have felons making weapons?" Janae retorted. Aaliyah closes her eyes, resting her head on the table.

"I don't know. I heard the new guys are military contractors. I'm sure they up to some evil. Have us making napalm or...weaponizing smallpox." Aaliyah rolls her eyes at whatever Cindy was going on about. "It's too early for this shit."

Cindy shoots her a look, "Well who kept you up all night?"

Aaliyah doesn't reply, so Taystee adds in. "Forbes." Aaliyah smirks, chuckling softly and nodding. "No shit, you was with Forbes? That bitch gives me the creeps." Cindy shivers. "Yeah, she's into all that voodoo shit. Starting to think she fucking cursed me," Aaliyah jokes lightly.

Janae grimaces, not wanting to know anything about Aaliyah's sex life. Aaliyah lays her head on the table again as Cindy went back to the original topic. "Well, whatever it is, we gonna be leaving up here with fish gills and extra fingers."

Suzanne shook her head, quick to correct Cindy. "That's not how mutation works."

"Oh, really? How's it work?"

"Our babies would be the ones born with fish gills and extra fingers. What we'd have is a bunch of different cancers and lesions. Shit like that." Suzanne theories. Aaliyah smiles, "I'm so grateful I can't pregnant." Janae and Cindy shoot her confused looks. "What? I got into a car accident when I stole my dad's car, hit the steering wheel and bam, I can never have kids. It's kinda a relief. I fucking hate kids." Aaliyah shrugs.

Janae knit her brows together, finding that story oddly familiar, almost like she heard it once, but with more details. She shakes it off, getting back on topic. "Y'all so worried, don't take the test. It gives me a better chance." Cindy and Suzanne both scoff whilst Aaliyah simply chuckles. "It still make 89 cents more than the warehouse. I got my eye on that $16 fan in commissary."

"Or you can just use your extra finger hand that you gon' have." Taystee adds in, fanning herself. Everyone shares a chuckles until CO Maxwell informs them they can start the test.

Aaliyah opens the test, scoffing slightly at the questions. She could tell this test was full of shit. They didn't actually care about traits and abilities. But, she still answered them anyways, not giving much thought into any question. Janae's elbow practically digs into her ribs, causing her to dig her own into Janae's. They both glared at each other before moving their elbows.

CO Maxwell's voice catches her attention. "Gonzales, you're done."

"I didn't finish yet," Flaca argues, stressed out from the test.

"Yes, you're done. Hand over your test and your pencil." CO Maxwell takes her pencil and test as Flaca stands up. "Whatever. Stupid bullshit test." Flaca says in Spanish. "I don't speak Spanish, so I'm going to assume you said, have a nice day," CO Maxwell responds. Flaca doesn't reply, clearly upset, she goes to leave the cafeteria. Cindy, Taystee, Suzanne and Janae all laugh, taunting her. "Fuck you."

"Another one bites the dust." Aaliyah shook her head, chuckling lightly at Cindy's comment.

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Aaliyah sat in the grass field, watching as Janae attempted to get Cindy to run. She was honestly only watching to check out Janae. She laughs, taking a drink of her water. "Now this is some quality television!" She muses. Cindy huffs, flipping her off. "Oh yeah?! Then you try with Watson screaming in your damn ear all the time!" Cindy retorts. That wasn't a good comeback cause Aaliyah was obviously gonna use that to make a flirty comment on Janae.

"Oh trust me, Cindy, I fucking dream of that!" Aaliyah grins, waving her fingers at the woman. Janae scoffs, flipping Aaliyah off for the sexual comment.

"Come on. We just got started!" Janae urges Cindy when she slowed down into a fast paced walk rather than running. "Man, I pluck my chin hairs. Ain't that upkeep enough. I got to run, too?" Cindy huffs tiredly, already sweating in the heat.

"Mind, body," Janae states.

"You know, I'm just now realizing, I'm pretty damn happy with both those departments. I'm walking!" Cindy decides for herself. "Come on! To the gree house, then we can slow it down. Let's go!" Cindy sighs, speeding up. "Man if I sweat my hair out..."

"Come on! Let's go!" Janae runs over to Aaliyah and grabs her hand, pulling her up. "Get your ass up. You runnin' too." Aaliyah groaned, not in the mood to run.

"I just did my makeup!" She whines, jogging next to Janae as Cindy tried to keep up. "You look fine!" Janae retorted, pushing Aaliyah to keep up more. "I'm glad you think so. But please, give me a break. I ran with you yesterday!" Aaliyah argues.

Janae let's out a scoff, "No, you ditched me yesterday!" Cindy rolls her eyes at their bickering. Mumbling under her breath that they act like a married couple. "Oh my god, you're still mad about that? I said sorry! Give me a break!" Aaliyah said as she pats her hair down, praying her makeup wouldn't get ruined.

"Finish this run and I'll think about it!"

"That's not a good deal!"

"Should've thought about that before you ditched me for white girl!"

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Aaliyah leaned on the wall next to Taystee, she didn't really care if she got the job or not. It wasn't that important to her. She already had money so it didn't matter that she could make more. She watches as Cindy moves up to the pinboard, Janae right behind her. She uses her finger to skim the list, "Course fuckin' Chapman got it." She comments, before eventually finding her name. "Oh! Fuck, yeah! That's me! Queen of the new job!" Cindy sung.

Aaliyah watched as Janae also let's out a cheer. "Yes! Ain't nobody's fuckin' electrician no more!" She chuckles at Janae's happiness, meanwhile Taystee and Suzanne were quite upset or rather annoyed that they didn't get it. "Yo Liyah! You on here too!" Janae waves over.

Aaliyah furrowed her brows, walking over. She hummed seeing her name right under Janae's and above Stella's. Great. Couldn't they have at least put her name somewhere else? "Right below me," Janae hums.

"I'm more of a top, but I guess that'll do," Aaliyah retorts. Janae rolls her eyes, "Do you always gotta make a sex comment?" Aaliyah looks at her with a knowing look, "You weren't complaining earlier so...yeah. I do."

Cindy sighs contentedly as she walks up to Taystee and Suzanne. "You bitches get in? Hmm?"

Taystee blankly stares at them, "No."

"Oh, well, we promise not to throw our new high paying jobs into your face too much." Janae says gloating about it. Aaliyah couldn't help but smile at how happy she was. Considering she was always moody, it was nice to see her being so happy.

Cindy sighs dramatically, placing her hand on Taystee's shoulder. "So, that's just business, right? You know, some cutthroat shit." Aaliyah laughs, leaning on the wall near Suzanne. "Oh anyway. So you think I need a fresh, new first day do?"

Aaliyah watches in amusement when Taystee and Suzanne walk away. "Yeah! Hook it up! Look hot! Curls!" Janae laughs.

"Get me some little spirals, some curls, you know what I'm sayin'? Like." Aaliyah shook her head, walking away to go and do something more valuable of her time.

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Janae walked into Aaliyah's cube only to her doing some kind of pose on the floor. "The fuck you doin'?"

"Pilates." Aaliyah answers, getting up and brushing her hand on her khakis. "What can I do for you?" Janae squints her eyes, tossing Aaliyah a container of gel. "Do my hair." Aaliyah raises her brows, scoffing, she looks down at the gel, "The least you can do is ask nicely. After all, I do need to use my own stuff on your hair." Aaliyah walked over to her desk, or whatever it was called, grabbing another project and a brush.

Janae huffs, "Fine. Can you please do my hair?"

Aaliyah smiles, "Of course I can darling. Sit." Aaliyah sat down on the frame. Janae sighs, sitting on the floor and complying. "So why not go to Sophia? I hear she's good at this stuff." Aaliyah mumbles.

"She's busy. Apparently we ain't the only ones who want a new look." Janae responds, grabbing Aaliyah's book and opening it up.

Aaliyah finally finished up with her hair, standing up to put her stuff away. "What about makeup?" She suggests with a smirk. Janae's stands up with a glare, "Don't you touch my face with that shit!" Aaliyah laughs, tossing Janae the container of gel. "Relax. I like your face how it is."

A second later their names were called over the PA along with everyone else who got the new job. Aaliyah and Janae met up with Cindy. "Girl, who did your hair? Shit looks clean." Cindy complimented. Janae smiled, pointing to Aaliyah who was too busy messing with her painted nail. "I gotta give it to her, she did good." Janae mumbles, not saying it too loud for Aaliyah to hear her.

A man in a suit escorted the inmates to a building where their new job was. "Congratulations on landing this coveted new job. This is an opportunity for all of you to learn a very in-demand trade. And we hope that you will take it as seriously as we did when selecting you. Ladies, welcome to Whispers."

Everyone walks in slowly, looking around. Aaliyah squinted her eyes, looking down at the table with sewing machines and magazines.

Cindy picks one up, "We makin' panties?"

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a/n: janae still being salty abt stella >>

aaliyahs mission to make anything sexual ๐Ÿ˜ญ

aaliyah and janae need a ship name ๐Ÿ˜”

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