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[h1][color=#7763ba]Megan[/color][/h1][/center]

Having been dropped off a little further down the road than she would like, Megan made her slow walk up the road with all the energy of someone that didn't want to be there. She wanted something, anything as a distraction, but all there was is the noise of the world around her. Which thankfully at the moment was only traffic and not people, at least from what she could see, but the girl still dragged her feet and held onto her scruffy backpack. Eventually she made it to the door, earlier than she might like, but it made sense to not be late to this.

She barely said two words to anyone as she accepted her ugly ass jumpsuit and made her way to the locker. Stripping off her black shirt and jeans and looking at the suit for a few moments before resigning herself to her fate and putting it on. It was even less comfy than it looked somehow! She put her clothes and bag into the locker and shut it quietly before making her way out to join the lineup. Keeping her arms at her side and just listening to what the parole person was saying. Eying up the others in the ugly orange suits to get an idea of the group she was with.