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Anastasiya knew what she was getting into if she was caught lighting fire to that horror of a building. She knew that there were cameras, and that they would show up in the trial. What she didn’t know, was how much she hated the color orange until now. 
Anything else. Hell any other shade would have been fine. But this?

The young woman sighs, biting her tongue in focus as she tries not to look like an absolute train wreck. She wore a black crop muscle shirt under the orange and had her hair down messily. [color=00746b]“This is stupid.”[/color] She mumbles, shaking her at herself and leaving the locker room. 

There was no way in hell she would continue to try and look nice, she was doing community service, how she looked don’t matter. Especially because she didn’t plan to get close to any of these people. 

Ana didn’t know what they had done to be in here, she didn’t care much either. She was here to do her time, and go back to work…if she would have a place to go back to at all. 
She sighs, crossing her arms over her chest as she walks outside, lining up next to a random boy, her eyes dead set in the warden as he begins his little speech. 

Fuck this would be dull…maybe she could just run away, she was good at that.