[By the time Clarisse ends up in the jail cell, all the energy has been lost from her.
She sits on the floor, her back against the wall, facing the side wall instead of the entrance. Her breaths come so slow and shallow that her chest hardly even rises and falls; if not for how occasionally her unfocused eyes blink, or how tight her arms are folded in front of her if you look close, she could already be dead.
She doesn't acknowledge anyone as they enter. She may not acknowledge them at all.
Her hair has been plaited into a sloppy braid, strands uneven and tangled in places, over one shoulder. The hair pin some of you might have noticed during the pocket check keeps the braid in place—but only barely.]
on the next episode of orange is the new black
She sits on the floor, her back against the wall, facing the side wall instead of the entrance. Her breaths come so slow and shallow that her chest hardly even rises and falls; if not for how occasionally her unfocused eyes blink, or how tight her arms are folded in front of her if you look close, she could already be dead.
She doesn't acknowledge anyone as they enter. She may not acknowledge them at all.
Her hair has been plaited into a sloppy braid, strands uneven and tangled in places, over one shoulder. The hair pin some of you might have noticed during the pocket check keeps the braid in place—but only barely.]