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[indent][sub][color=FDDA0D][B]Location:[/B][/COLOR] [color=silver]Alcatraz Compound [color=FDDA0D][b][[/b][/color]Recreation Wing[color=FDDA0D][b]][/b][/color][/color][/sub][sup][right][color=FDDA0D][b]Issue #3:[/b][/COLOR] [color=silver]Annoying People[/color][/right][/sup][/indent][center][color=FDDA0D]▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅[/color][/center][INDENT][sub][color=FDDA0D][B]Interaction(s):[/B][/COLOR] [color=silver]N/A[/color][/sub][SUP][RIGHT][color=FDDA0D][b]Previously:[/b][/COLOR] [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/5467022][color=silver]Escalation: How to NOT Handle Teenagers in 5 Steps or Less![/color][/url][/right][/SUP]
[indent][color=white]The blonde sighed, her hands buried in her pockets, as she moved quickly away from the prison veteran character from going into their full spiel about the rules of the prison and the other characters that inhabited it. That was how she saw it, like she was in some kind of awful movie.

[color=FDDA0D]“Great. Annoying people and handsy prison guards. Tons of fun.”[/color] She muttered under her breath.

Kaitlin ended her “get away from things she didn’t like” exercise at the room’s collection of books, her eyes constantly eyeing the people around her as she made her way there. She wasn’t a particular fan of people before she had powers, so she couldn’t imagine what was more nerve-wracking than a bunch of people she didn’t want to interact with who also had powers. She wasn’t a smoker, but just being on Alcatraz made her relate to the people who were.

She sighed, easing out her anxiety, before a book title caught her attention. She immediately took it from its place among the books and a slightly amused smirk replaced her rather unimpressed-slash-annoyed expression.

The Count of Monte Cristo. 

Somebody had a sense of humor.

She flipped a few pages as she found the closest wall and sat on the floor with her back against it. A set of noise-canceling headphones would’ve been nice about now; they certainly would have made dealing with the place she found herself in a lot easier. Why did she leave most of her stuff at home? Oh right, because she didn’t have time to think. Just her luck. Not that it mattered much. She’d deal. She had no choice.[/color][/indent][/indent]