[h3][center][color=ed1c24]Maria Uther[/color][/center][/h3]

A somber mood was within the prison walls, mostly in solitary confinement. Most of the cells were quiet, except for a few grumblings, even as dinner was being passed through the food slots of the cells. This was not the case in the cell of Maria.

[color=ed1c24]"OI! What gives! Ya call t'is food? I'm Hank Marvin in 'ere with t'is Tom Tit!" [/color]

The banging on the door ended with a large kick, resounding down the hall. 

[color=ed1c24]"Dad was right, bunch of berks, the whole lot of'em."[/color]

Maria hobbled around grabbing her now sore foot, before bringing the tray to her bed. There really wasn't any other room in the cell to eat anyways. Maria thoughtlessly scooped up the food, having long since figured out the only way to actually eat the food was to not look at it. The flavor was too strong, and bits were cold in it. It was like the cook had forgot to actually cook the stuff once he'd thrown it together.

Maria couldn't resist, and looked down at it. Stirfry... apparently. 

[color=ed1c24]"I'd kill fer some bubble and squeak 'bout now..."[/color]

Maria put the plate down, and laid back on the bed. 

[color=ed1c24]"Alright, Maria, maybe ya're going crazy, t'at's alright, so is t'e world. Ya fatha messes with the Prae, they lock'im up. You go and do the same thing, and here ya go. Just one package run gone wrong. Tch, bloody mages. Wish I had a bullet fer each and e'ery one of'em. Why are the Prae in charge anyways? T'is isn't even their world! I miss t'e way things used ta be in t'e slums back them, they were home. Sure, there was Licentia here and t'ere, but a good gun rack, and they'd hardly mess with'cha. Not like these berks. Heck, few of 'em, like the Sylph family were nice. What monsters bring ya cake on ya birthday? Didn't have bees and honey, didn't need it. Wonder how long 'fore the rebellion breaks me out. They can't just let me rot in here for one little flake, can they? Tch. I don't want be here!" [/color]

Sprawling out more, she looked at the wall of the cell.

[color=ed1c24]"Wonder how Mum's doing?"[/color]

(Slang
Hank Marvin- starving
Tom Tit- shit
bubble and squeak - English meal, with mashed potatoes
bees and honey - money
flake- mistake)