OOC thread link below<br/><a class="postlink" href="https://creativefreedomrpg.com/viewtopic.php?f=18&amp;t=45522">http://creativefreedomrpg.com/viewtopic.php?f=18&amp;t=45522</a><br/><br/>Cole lay across the hard planks of wood that made his makeshift bed. He was lonely and depressed he did nothing to deserve this. Why is he to be imprisoned for doing nothing? Why was he imprisoned in the first place? What was this place? What was he to be used for? Thousands of questions roamed his mind and endless thoughts of misunderstandings or horrors of what these people that are holding him will do to him.<br/><br/>He was board beyond belief until a group of new prisoners came in each in the same orange uniforms as he wore. One a female with the number 10 on hers another, a male, with the number 12.<span style="font-style: italic">What did they do to get in here? or are they just like me: innocent.</span>He thought to himself as he sat up watching them go by his cell.<br/><br/>Once the guards placed them inside their own numbered cells and left he began to speak. The female was right in the cell across his own; the male next to his cell.<br/>"Hey? You ok?" Cole asked the female cause he couldn't see the male.