[hr][hr][center][h1][color=ff6600]Chloe Ridgeway[/color][/h1][img]http://25.media.tumblr.com/924b6eda730d7f13d6ff2fcdd3767827/tumblr_mg9n9tHGX91r1bvoxo1_500.gif[/img][hr]Location: Building E, Chloe's (Temporary) Room[/center][hr][hr]Once the interviews had concluded, and Miss Sally directed them into their temporary accommodations, she let her composure drop. With a closed door between her and any other people, Chloe sat on the ground, her back against it. Half of her clothing, she realized with dismay as she picked at the fabric, had been issued to her in prison. They provided decent protection against the elements, but she couldn't help but feel like they were chains, dragging her down. She remembered her first day in prison. She had been shaking like a leaf, seeing all of the other inmates with wide eyes. Part of it had been from fear. The other had been from her first, and certainly not last, forced detox. She had misheard them when they asked for her day, instead giving them the date--Tuesday. The nickname stuck, and soon enough, it had consumed her. Sitting on the floor in Newnan, Chloe shut her eyes tightly, hoping to push away the memories, but they only came bubbling back to the surface. All of those things, all of the acts she had committed, the laws she had broken--she remembered them all. The shame weighed down on her, having finally made it to what seemed to be paradise, and afraid that she would be turned away. It would have been easier for Chloe to write off her past as the actions of someone else--but she had made all of those choices. She had avoided the help of her old friends, clinging to the comfort a needle could bring. Chloe let out a shuddering breath. She forced herself to open her eyes, and made her face contort itself into a smile. There was only one benefit to being alone in Newnan, Chloe realized. No one would know of her past, she figured. Her sister had been the famous one--and while Chloe's multiple arrests did attract some media attention, it was all about Riley in the end.