<span class="fixed-color" style="color:red">Over in the Maximum Security Wing in the very lest cell on the left at the end of the hallway is where she was. Dead silent among the rest of the hollering and threatening each other form across the way. The chains upon her wrists and ankles clanked once in a while but that was it. She looked through the bars to try and see the inmate across from her, but it was too dark. All she could see was a pair of shoes that almost seemed to be attached to nothing from the way the shadow laid. She didn't say anything though. She kept to herself as she sat back against the wall. Orange wasn't her color, and somehow she had managed to keep her own clothes.<br/>
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Her wrists and ankles were red and irritated from the chains. She would be a risk to society if they let her out, which was why the chains were necessary. Her next goal: corrupt and destroy the jailing system. Destroying all criminal records to let them go free with no sign of their existence within the facility. The more she thought about it, the more that twisted grin grew along her face. Her punishment so far: life in jail. Not if she could help it.</span>