[color=6ecff6]As you knock on the door nothing happens for a while. So you try again. "Hello? Someone out there?", you yell. The door swings open to the outside, you stumble back and a man appears in the doorway. His long hair has braids in them, he is scarred, his eyes are cold and he has tattoos on his arms and face. He is dirty, but that doesn't bother him a penny. [color=ed1c24]"We will bring you to the Commander now."[/color] His voice is deep and he speaks to you as if he's dishonored by your presence. The man graps your arm and pulls you out of the cell. The door closes and another man - just as tattooed and dirty as the other one - appeared in your sight. They escorted you through the corridor, out of the underground prison and into an open space. You use your free arm to shield the bright sun from your eyes - although the sun was slowly sinking it was still pretty bright for your poor space eyes. The tight grip of the grounder on your arm left bruises as he pushed you over the place towards a big tent. You could see other people, also grounders, look at you with disgust and curiousity, some pointed to you obviously talking about your clothing choice. But you couldn't understand their language. Even if you'd try to escape, and even if you could get out off this hard grip, you would still have to get out of this tent-city full off dangerous looking people.[/color]

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[color=39b54a][b]On you:[/b]
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Clothes:
1 orange jumpsuit (w/ cut off sleeve)
1 pair of undies
1 pair of brown high boots
1 white t-shirt
1 pair of socks, both white
1 brown leather jacket
1 jeans
1 hoodie in dark blue 
1 pair of thick work gloves[/color]