<span class="fixed-color" style="color:red">She laughed and shook her head. "No not at all, but this wasn't pertaining to just you my funny friend." She gripped onto the bars again, her legs still forced through the bars as she spoke to her knew... acquaintances? Not possible. She didn't know their names yet. Either way. She began to speak again, telling the story she started. I bombed the fifteen major banks within the tri-state area. Any records held in there being completely erased which cancelled every one's debt that they had owed, because no one had any record of it. Every started over. A clean slate so to speak. The only people who were angered by my action were the stuck up rich folk. But they can go fuck their greedy-ass selves. Aside from that, seventeen people died by my hand-" She spoke about this nonchalantly. As if killing them were like taking out the garbage every week. She continued. "I have one count of rape, two counts of assault on the judge, and 43 counts of armed robbery."<br/>
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She didn't see herself as bad as the many other around her, but because she cause so much chaos with the banks and their records they questioned what more she was capable of. They didn't want to risk having more damage and chaos within the city. She looked back down at her 'bracelets' and slightly rubbed her fingers tips along her wrist. The irritation was getting worse, the skin starting to rub off and burn. Letting out a soft hiss of pain as she examined it and touched it, trying to reposition the shackles so they didn't continuously rub over that same spot.</span>