[color=87CEFA][center][h1]Henrietta "Alloy" Larsson[/h1][/center][/color]
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Henrietta paced aimlessly between the four walls of her cell. She could take four steps before hitting the other side. Four steps, over and over again. The worst thing about a secluded maximum security prison was not the years locked away with violent criminals, the being treated as less than nothing by some guards or even the bland, undefinable food. It was the boredom. The sheer, mind-numbing boredom. Wake, eat, sleep, repeat. Henri could feel it rotting her brain. She needed the chaos of destruction, the mass hysteria of a battle... or at least a board game to play.

She continued to pace, her left arm hanging limply by her side. 

Before coming to the LMSIF they had peeled back a realistic layer of synthetic skin from the inside of her forearm and clumsily disconnected essential components. [i]Safely decommissioned[/i], they had said. The flesh had not been replaced, leaving her nervous and motor systems, a sophisticated mass of wires, metal and hydraulics, on display. Henri thought it was beautiful but it was also a hindrance. It wouldn't serve her well to have her [i]alterations[/i] on display for all and, more than that, it was dead weight. Many kilograms of dead weight making her shoulder ache. 

With any luck, Henri would be able to convince the powers that be to have her arm [i]recommissioned[/i] in the future but getting an audience with anyone who wasn't a guard was serving to be quite difficult. Once you were incarcerated within the sterile, white walls of the Lunar Maximum Security Incarceration Facility, it seemed, you became nothing more than a number to anyone important. Fortunately, she still had her legs although, unlike her arm, they were not covered with synthetic skin (but trousers would do). 
 
For the time being, Henri often kept her arm in a sling made from material she had torn from her bed sheet. It would suffice and, as a bonus, it seemed to project an air of fragility that made certain guards warm to her. At least those newer, more naive ones. Speaking of which- 

The door to her cell slid open and a familiar face appeared. Henri stood to mock attention. 

"Miss Larsson," The guard said, "You've been summoned." 

Henri smiled sweetly, [b][color=87CEFA]"I think you're supposed to call me Three-Zero-Zero-Four."[/color][/b]

He scowled, "Come along now inmate."

Henri lifted her useless arm into it's sling before following him out. There was another guard waiting outside for her, stern-faced and armed. She almost scoffed, what did they expect her to do? Sure, she could have outrun any one of them but where was there to go, the moon? They escorted her down the suffocating white halls as the fluorescent lighting assaulted her senses, making her head throb. The clanging, echo of the guards boots compounding the effect every step. Soon enough they arrived at their destination.

A grin split across Henri's face when she saw who the room contained. Some of LMSIFs most notorious. She had heard whispers of each of them, before and after her incarceration. Henri had to hold back a gleeful laugh when her eyes fell across the former members, enemies and glorious leader of The Black Stars. She idly wondered, as she took a seat, if they would recognise her. After all, she was just the daughter of a member. 

The room had fallen silent since her arrival and a layer of tension

[b][color=87CEFA]"Okay, I'll start."[/color][/b] Henri smiled, swinging her legs on a seat which was far too tall, [b][color=87CEFA]"My name is Henri and I'm an alcoholic."[/color][/b]