<span style="color: #BF00BF">Walking slowly towards the yard Sammie greeted the guards one by one, all by name. She felt that if she were to survive one day if there was an announcement for some sort of purge of inmates she would like to be one of the few selected to stay. it was a terrible and judgmental thing to do but survival was top priority. in her mind if she didn't survive then what was the point of living. a small rage developed in her chest as she walked down the long hallway that was connected to the yard. She liked the architecture surprisingly. she always stared at the hallway near the entrance and looked far into the distance and imagined a tunnel. somewhat like the one back home. but the smell of metal and sweating bodies always jerked Sammie back to reality.<br/>" Foul" she whispered. <br/>     the sound of rattled fence jolted Sammie from her thoughts. she looked to the right and saw Refujo leaning on the in between fence that separated the boys hallways from the girls. there was a note stuck tightly between his bicep and his armpit. She hated this about him, always flirting and sending love notes to random people. but secretly she loved this about him. it was almost like he sent them whenever she was inspired to write poetry or short stories. the love letters were just a false pretense to "get away" from the punishment of stealing paper from the art rooms. <br/>"Hallo Refujo" Sammie leaned into the fence and gave him an awkward side hug jerking the note from his armpit and hiding it quickly in her homemade bralette. </span><br/><br/><span style="color: #00FF80">Refujo was skipping down the hallway with his pockets filled with notes. some detailed the beauty in the ones receiving them and others were short stories and poetry that he had been working on. he always held copies and someday he hoped to be the first inmate to create a book inside. he went up to a fellow peace officer and struck a conversation about the outside.<br/>"hello sire how do you do? is the king feeling better? i heard he fell ill this past week, maybe his age it catching up to him eh?"<br/>"haha! no Refujo, as old as his majesty may be he will never die, the old man has the gods on his side. didn't you know? the royalty are immortal!"said the guard sarcastically and with a hearty laugh the guard dismissed him. <span style="font-style: italic">immortal huh? i'm gonna have to write that one down, the warden, aka.king is considered immortal, must mean his assets are untouchable. Hmm.</span> Refujo leaned against the halfway fence and stuffed a note between his bicep and his body so that he could wait or Sammie. no one knew about the notes other than the people who received it and the guards. the guards approved actually it was surprising. the therapist who had caught Refujo actually applauded him and said that it would keep the suicide rate down and had asked Refujo to continue doing it in hope that the children who lived here would be able to stay alive until they hit the next age group where they promised they would be given more freedom. It was Sammie who noticed Refujo before he did. he smiled gave her the awkward half hug trough the fence and delivered his letter, he did this semi secretively even though the guards knew, the people who got them didn't know of these details. he felt they would be angry and not accept them at all as distrusting as they all are. it made sense and he didn't want an uproar. he also didn't want the one to got the letter to realize they weren't alone. jealousy would also cause chaos. Refujo chuckled to himself as him and Sammie made small talk walking outside of the hallway to the yard, where both were encountered by their fans.</span>