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[center][h1][color=A86079]Yumiko[/color][/h1]
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Yumiko had passed the nights by quietly contemplating the various ways she would inflict the most amount of pain possible on those that brought her here. Some of it involved using water bending in a not so clean way. Others were just pounding joints with a hammer repeatedly until, dust to dust, it returned to the ether. She would often sit with a smile on her face, the guards almost questioning why she was so happy to be rotting in a Fire Nation prison. She would jeer at them, taunt them, she was sure she made one of the men cry at one point and got lashed due to it.

And then as if the world liked to joke too, she was settled in with a cell mate and who of all people but a Fire Nation woman. It did please her somewhat to see that they would also jail their own. But it also was a stab at irony she didn't appreciate. She watched the woman carefully. Yumiko enjoyed these cold nights. She liked the cold, after all. She could work with the cold, should it ever come to that.

She had been plotting her escape. She would get out. Soon. If others did too, then fine, but she wasn't going to make it a priority to ensure others got out too. Yumiko continued to think about torture methods, letting a small giggle escape her lips. The other woman probably thought her mad. Good. That would work out in her favor.