[center][hr][color=steelblue][h2]Tuesday, May 23rd[/h2][/color]
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[color=steelblue]Location:[/color] Bolingbroke Penitentiary
[color=steelblue]Characters:[/color] [color=6960EC]Asuka // “Ravyn”[/color]
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[indent]The dull gray paint peeled off of the ceiling like ash curling from the burning logs of a campfire. Ravyn stared up at it from her bed, as she had every day since her incarceration two weeks prior. It was unsightly. It was imperfect. It was… punishment. 

Asuka had never found a reason to contemplate the meaning of the word ‘penitentiary’ before now. This hellhole was meant to be a place for penance, a place for her to repent for her sins. In Ray’s eyes, the work that she did for The Syndicate was not the sin; Not the lives she’d taken, nor the crimes she’d committed, nor any amount of damage that she had done. Her failure to complete the mission was a sin. Her failure to spot and snuff out a rat was a sin. Her [i]failure[/i] itself was a sin, and for that, she would repent.

Penance looked anything but ordinary in the young japanese girl. There was no quiet meditation, no volunteer work, and no private prayers. She was a criminal, not a monk - though, the vow of silence that she’d taken since arriving could fool most people. The first week of her over twenty-five year long sentence was a brutal one. Ravyn went through flippant bouts of depression and intense rage. She hated herself for her inadequacy, but she hated everything and everyone around her even more. 

Twenty-five years was a longer amount of time than she had been on this earth for; Her entire life would pass her by in that time. Ravyn’s best years would be spent as a caged bird. This isn’t what she had dedicated her life to, this isn’t what she had worked so hard for. Prison was the farthest thing from success, but... she had to make the most of it. 

When you are locked up, you are stripped of everything but your reputation. It is all you have, and it is all that matters. So, Ravyn set to work building one up for herself. The first time that she had overheard someone calling her a chink, she turned around and decked them. They could have at least went with jap, and been accurate, if they were going to be tossing around slurs. Later that day, while waiting in the cafeteria line, some ho tried to elbow her way in front. Ravyn put her in her proper place: the ground. Similar tussles became an everyday occurrence and word spread.

Of course, reputations aren’t held solely among the prisoners. The guards also took notice of Asuka’s frequent violent outbursts, and she was put on watch. After one week, Ravyn no longer had a cellmate. The young girl was confined to a tiny, claustrophobic cell in the solitary block, and all of the time that she spent outside of it was carefully monitored by a guard from then on. 

The day that Ray was pulled out of her closet-sized enclosure for a ‘meeting’ with her ‘lawyer’, she was suspicious, to say the least. Imagine her surprise when it turned out to be Julian and, better yet, The Syndicate had a plan! There would be a riot, at 2:30, on Tuesday. Unlike the other captured Syndicate members, Asuka was being monitored too closely to prepare something like a shank for the occasion. She had to lay low and ready herself in less obvious ways, like focusing on strengthening her body for hand-to-hand combat. Ravyn led an incredibly fit lifestyle before getting locked up through strength training and Jujutsu, and is by no means out of shape after two weeks in the clink, but it couldn’t hurt to keep in peak form.

Ravyn moved from the uncomfortable cot that passed as her prison bed for what would [i]hopefully[/i] be the last time. Relocating to the floor, she began doing sets of pushups and crunches, alternating between them. Today was the big day. Tuesday. Riot day. At 2:30, she would have a second chance, and she truly couldn’t be more grateful for it. She would escape this place, or die trying. Either way, life in prison would end today. Asuka pushed her body to it’s limits, keeping her mind focused on the future, on tomorrow.

[i]“Takahashi, it’s rec time. Let’s go, inmate!”[/i] 

The young prison khaki-clad girl startled at the sudden voice of the guard outside her door. She sat up, breathing heavily from her exercise. The workout didn’t leave her exhausted, instead she found herself the energized and ready to rumble. [i]Perfect[/i]. Asuka got up and brushed the dust from the ground off of her pants as she stepped out of the now open door and headed for the yard. The guard followed close behind her, keeping watch, as always. Kids that couldn’t play well with others didn’t get free time without a price.

Sweltering heat blanketed the prison yard as the sun baked the blacktop. It was great weather for a riot, everyone was already cranky from the temperature. It would only take a single strike to set the whole yard ablaze, and The Syndicate members would be the match. 

Inmates were milling about, engaging in all of the usual rec activities: shooting hoops, lifting weights, running the track, low-key flashing gang signs, you know, the usual... Asuka looked around and took notice of her fellow Syndicate members. Everyone seemed to be in position, the plan was already in motion. She made her way to the track, which was her position, and started on a light jog. Her prison guard keeper, being the lazy CO fuck that he was, didn’t bother to keep up with her. He stood near the fence and watched her from a distance. Excellent, his fatass would never catch up when it came time for her to make her move.

The boys did a good job of kicking the riot off. Two-thirty was sounded off by screaming prisoners and the sound of flesh being punched and punctured. This was a co-ed prison, and there were many, many people that were both taller [i]and[/i] stronger than her, so Ravyn had to choose her battles carefully. She may have started off the day weaponless, but she wouldn’t remain that way for long. The agile girl darted her way into the fray. It was a dangerous call, but it would be better to be within the crowd than outside of it when the guard towers started picking people off from the sidelines.

Ravyn caught sight of a prisoner that was taking out others with what seemed to be a sturdy, sharp shank. Asuka got the girl’s attention and taunted her into a fight. Using her martial arts background, which she was [i]seriously[/i] thanking her overly-traditional father for right now, Ray managed to disarm the girl. Ravyn didn’t come into possession of the shank without taking a few hits, unfortunately. She’d have a shiny bruise on her cheek and a cut on her arm to tend to when this was over, but at least she was armed now and the girl was… well, she was dead. Or at least unconscious, Ray didn’t really care either way. She wasn’t a problem anymore.

[color=6960EC]“Where the fuck are the guns?”[/color] Asuka muttered in japanese, doing her best to defend herself from the hordes of rioting inmates. These were the first words that she had spoken on the prison grounds, and they felt dry and clumsy in her mouth. As if on cue, there was a loud crash as the insurgent burst through the west wall of the prison. Ravyn disengaged from the altercation that she was in and spun on her heel to face the sound. Thankfully, she didn’t receive the punch in the face that she had opened herself up to, because the other prisoners were also looking at the now [b]giant hole[/b] present in the west wall. Nearly immediately after the insurgent’s arrival, a plane flew overhead and dropped a load of cargo boxes into the yard. Knowing exactly what those were full of, Ravyn took off in a dead sprint towards the crates.

Holy shit! Guns!

[b][i]FREEDOM![/i][/b][/indent]