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[center][color=2CAA50]Kassandra Keighley-Rey[/color][/center] 

Kassandra, for the third time that morning, pulled and tugged at the ill-fitting orange jumpsuit that was to be her uniform for the next six months. She'd almost vomited when she put it on. Not because of the color, though it was ugly. No - putting this on made this situation all too real. 

She was a criminal.

If she'd known that this would be the outcome, she would have done something different. Waited inside for the bus. Not joined the contest at all. 

[s]Kept hitting until that pint-breathed prick couldn't speak to a girl without questioning his life choices[/s]

[color=2CAA50]"Ugh."[/color] 

She stood toward the back of the group, the warden's speech going in and out of her ears. The other people looked tough, and bored, like they'd done this before. None of them near tears like her. She wanted to melt into the ground.

...did that guy look familiar? The one with the slick, black hair. She'd seen him before.

The warden asking for questions snapped her attention back to the front. Shyly, she raised her hand. Not quite looking him in the eye, she spoke at a volume just above a whisper. [color=2CAA50]"Um. S-sir, if our behavior is excellent... is there a chance that we could get out... sooner?"[/color] If misbehavior meant punishment, surely the opposite meant reward?