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Aellotte was later than she usually was to the food hall. If the queue is too large, she gets the overwhelming urge to steal from girls who already have food. Every morning is a battle to resists this nature long enough to get served. Just yesterday, she tried to steal food from a minotaur, and the wardens stepped in before either of them got hurt. A lot of inmates had been scratched and clawed by Aelotte in the few months she had been here. Spending every day resisting the behavior that got her into this prison in the first place, that was both the punishment and the treatment.
She took her place in the queue, looking straight down. If she were to look up, it would be only to look at the food selections available. They had steak. That is what she would be having. They had tinned fish, but that wasn't a large enough portion for her. How many more people were in front of her? Three. Now it was two. Hurry up!
She stole a glance at the rest of the cafateria. She could see every plate there, with food she didn't have to wait for. She could just go, and take it. She was so hungry...but she'd start a fight again. She was lucky last time. The wardens stepped in. The time before that they stepped in a mere second before her wing was going to be broken. The other party's face took weeks to heal, and she still has talon-shaped claw marks on her face. A few of the inmates had seen she was looking at them, and glared or shook their heads.
"Hey, bird brain! Food!"
Aelotte turned round. It was her turn in the queue. She blushed, and pointed at the steak, before taking it, and a glass of water, and sitting at the first free seat she could find. Without looking at whoever else was sitting at her table, she ripped into the steak with unrelenting hunger and no manners whatsoever. The steak that actually got in her mouth and not all over the table was gone on a matter of seconds. She sipped at the water, to wash it down, and to cleanse her mouth.
She took her place in the queue, looking straight down. If she were to look up, it would be only to look at the food selections available. They had steak. That is what she would be having. They had tinned fish, but that wasn't a large enough portion for her. How many more people were in front of her? Three. Now it was two. Hurry up!
She stole a glance at the rest of the cafateria. She could see every plate there, with food she didn't have to wait for. She could just go, and take it. She was so hungry...but she'd start a fight again. She was lucky last time. The wardens stepped in. The time before that they stepped in a mere second before her wing was going to be broken. The other party's face took weeks to heal, and she still has talon-shaped claw marks on her face. A few of the inmates had seen she was looking at them, and glared or shook their heads.
"Hey, bird brain! Food!"
Aelotte turned round. It was her turn in the queue. She blushed, and pointed at the steak, before taking it, and a glass of water, and sitting at the first free seat she could find. Without looking at whoever else was sitting at her table, she ripped into the steak with unrelenting hunger and no manners whatsoever. The steak that actually got in her mouth and not all over the table was gone on a matter of seconds. She sipped at the water, to wash it down, and to cleanse her mouth.
And not I go to bed. And by 'go to bed', I mean 'read A Clash Of Kings for an hour'
Name: Aellotte
Age: 16
Race: Harpy
Height: 4"9
Abilities: Flight, sharp talons.
Prison Outfit: She wears a plain white vest and orange shorts due to her limbs being an absolute nightmare to fit through sleeves or pant legs. She doesn't wear shoes, as there is no 'Talon' shoe size. In fact, all her (decent) bird parts are exposed. It is only her more human-looking parts that are clothed. That's probably symbolic...or something.
Personality: Aellotte is extremely, shy, withdrawn, and timid, making her stand out in a prison environment. She loves to eat, as is her nature as a Harpy. She does not adhere to any kind of manners, and will consume meat with a raw, primal passion, ripping a bone clean in a matter of seconds, regardless of who or what around her was sprayed with spit or grease. She isn't sweet or kind, and will not apologize for herself, but she cannot stand confrontation. If she's cornered, she will lash out physically in fear rather than verbally solve a situation.
'Mean Girls' in prison would just be 'Bad Girls'
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bad_Girls_(TV_series)
Also, working on my CS too, and when it's up, I'm going to bed.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bad_Girls_(TV_series)
Also, working on my CS too, and when it's up, I'm going to bed.
I am interested, but I can't decide on a creature. Choices, choices...
The Counter-Terrorists started to follow and shoot at the car. This took the heat off her, but it also meant that the idiots in the car were onto something. Stephanie took a dirty shot at one of them, right in the back. She turned to the only other guy there, Edmodo.
"If we don't hurry and catch up, all the good heroes will be dead before we get there! You! Wierd guy! Do something. Use your stupid fourth wall breaking powers to get us a car or something."
She reloads, still keep an eye on the retreating enemy to see if anyone's trying anything sneaky. There was a sniper, his rifle giving off a telltale glint.
"Down!" she cried, as she dove back into cover, and took a few potshots at the sniper.
Click.
She put a new clip in her pistol, and looked around to seer if any of the dropped weapons were more long range, or if she could even get to them without getting shot.
....No.
"If we don't hurry and catch up, all the good heroes will be dead before we get there! You! Wierd guy! Do something. Use your stupid fourth wall breaking powers to get us a car or something."
She reloads, still keep an eye on the retreating enemy to see if anyone's trying anything sneaky. There was a sniper, his rifle giving off a telltale glint.
"Down!" she cried, as she dove back into cover, and took a few potshots at the sniper.
Click.
She put a new clip in her pistol, and looked around to seer if any of the dropped weapons were more long range, or if she could even get to them without getting shot.
....No.
I've been to Italy, and the place the plane landed in looked like that.
And then I spent the rest of the week at Lake Garda :p
And then I spent the rest of the week at Lake Garda :p
Awesome!
I'm being as nonsense as I'm comfortable being. I'm not very good at random comedy.
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