Jasmine woke up grumbling with a groggy curse "oh fuck me..." She sat up and walked out of her cell.Following the other inmates she had her red jumpsuit top off her body leaving her in a white tank top,displaying her tattoos and muscular form.She examined the others closer and while she was sure the guards thought her a brute incapable of intelligent planning and scouting she knew she was not.She went ahead looking over the others as she sat down at a table near to the center.She was displaying her US marine corps tattoo on one bicep,which was twisted up in thorns to symbolize her betrayal.Her other arm held her Venom tattoo of the quite well known terrorist organization which she was the second in command of before landing in this shit hole.She had many more tattoos across her upper body a tribal band set visible on her left shoulder to down her shirt which ended at around her left hip.

Jasmine thought to herself looking at everyone she knew they were just as capable as she was but in all different ways,she needed to keep her guard up;not only of the staff but of her fellow inmates as well.She couldn't help but chuckle seeing a good amount of danger and potential if herself and her fellow inmates managed to pull together.Eating what she shrugged off as some kind of food me really caring if it tasted bad or not she knew the importance of some kind of calorie intake to stay at top performance which she would have to be at.