"Yipes." Cole grimaced. "Thst sucks. I mean, at least I got a year of highwchool...sort of....I mena I had to go, sibling stage dme there if I dint want to go." He sbrugeed.

Four days. Each one longer than the last, each dictated by the sirens that cut through the prison every other hour, each plagued by the same unending sense of terror. Every time Vic laid her head down at night and heard the symphony of Furnace she wondered how she had managed to get through the day, and as her heavy eyes closed and the waking world dissolved she would panic that this was the night they would come, that it would be her last night on earth.

But she was always surprised to find each new morning arriving on time and her still in it--exhausted and frightened, yes, but alive. The day after the warden's warning the trough room reopened to a cheer from the inmates gathered outside, Victoria and Jack included. The stampede for breakfast had been so ferocious that the kids serving up mush had run off, telling everybody to help themselves. They did, piling mountainous heaps of the anonymous dish on their trays. Vicky can honestly say that, after a day without food, the salty gunk was the best thing she'd ever eaten.

That third full day of my incarceration you all had been chippers again. Day four was all the newbie's first taste of a different job, working in the hot, steamy sweatshop that was the prison laundry. They had the same shift for the fifth day, where an accident with one of the machines left Vic with a painful scald all along her left arm.

Rhia, of course, has continued to skip out on work. Every day, offering to let Vic skip with her.

But she refused every time. She wanted to prove to everyone that she could pull her own weight

And everytime, Rhia was the one who ended up skipping, albeit covered in cobwebs and the occasional spider.

Cole really hated the laundry. He was not a fan of sweat, unless it was because he was excercising.


Nic and Lio were again holed up inside their little work area. Nic had smuggled his soiled bedsheet into one of the skull gang's rooms and covered it up with the normal bedsheet. Then managed to get his hands on cleaning supplies (his cover being that the workroom needed cleaning with all the dust, which was very true).

(wait what the hell happened?)

(Timeskip to a few days after, now the lot is int he laundry area working and vice jsut burned herself.)

Oras
well this blows, he thinks sweating to death in this stupid place. he hears people freaking out. Taking his excuse out of work he walks over to Vic "Jesus, are you ok?"

When she spoke, her voice wavered and shook. "Um...yeah, I think so."