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Conviction: A Death Game For Inmates

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Conviction: A Death Game For Inmates

What the hell am I supposed to do with this?

Prisoner 6663 looked over the poem, or riddle, rather. Was she one of the piggies? Maybe she robbed a bank and escaped in a getaway vehicle...a truck in this case. But she didn't escape, she was caught and was apparently handed a death sentence. Not that she remembers any of it, not even whatever crime she must have committed to end up in such mess.

The young woman then tucked away the poem and held the screwdriver in her hand with a tight grip. She supposed she could stab someone with it in self defense, and she only hoped she could come to terms with killing another person when the opportunity presented itself. But anything seemed possible amidst an adrenaline-fueled frenzy. Prisoner 6663 pushed forward, tiptoeing through the water on the ground.

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Conviction: A Death Game For Inmates

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Yay, update! But real quick, I think you got mine and @LittleFae's skills confused.

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Conviction: A Death Game For Inmates

Her heartbeat was steadily increasing as she looked around her cell. She paid careful attention to the man's voice as he gave her instructions regarding her next move. This stunt didn't seem like a game, not if she'd been taken against her will. But how that happened, let alone who she was and how she ended up there, was up for debate. At the moment, any non-essential questions she was dying to ask would just have to wait.

It didn't take long for her to retrieve the box containing said items from underneath the bed, just where he had announced it would be. As the stranger went on over the loudspeaker, his words seemed to make less sense than the previous ones. Whatever this was, she had to move fast. The cell doors opened, startling the poor woman but making her move from her spot. She swiftly exited her cell and went left down the hall, careful with her steps as to not be too loud.

Conviction: A Death Game For Inmates

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First Name: Emilia

ID: 6663

Gender: Female

Skill: Stealth

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Genevieve looked back at Farce, smiling at her with a nod before she made her way to the restroom. Once she had some privacy within those four walls, she leaned on the clean countertop, using her elbows to keep herself propped up. Genevieve stared at her reflection for an unknown amount of time while her mind was occupied with various thoughts, each one of them bearing no particular relation to the next. But after a while, she straightened up before turning on the faucet to set the water to a mildly warm temperature. Genevieve bit her lip and placed her hand on the running water, her open palm facing down at an angle as to avoid direct contact with the stream.

"Fuck!"

She did her best to stifle a scream, her hand throbbing at the site of wound and the pain slowly spreading. It didn't help that she didn't have her ability anymore, and the self-inflicted injury hurt much worse than some of the more serious ones in the past. Her advantage was gone, and she had to be extra careful from this point forward.

After most of the blood had washed off, Genevieve turned off the faucet and went into one of the stalls, her good hand reaching for some toilet paper to apply to the cut and slow the bleeding. That would have to do until she could get better medical attention, or at least a bandage. She then headed out of the restroom, looking to join Farce once more.

Conviction: A Death Game For Inmates

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First Name: Emilia

ID: 6663

Gender: Female

Skill: Stealth

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