<div class="floatleft">(http://img818.imageshack.us/img818/2395/samatclashofthetitanslo.jpg)</div><br/><br/><strong>Name:</strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 16pt;">Sam Washington</span><br/><strong>Age:</strong>28<br/><strong>Crime:</strong>Beat his senior officer to death with a heavy duty stapler from the L.A.P.D.'s copy room while singing the national anthem.<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Prison Cell<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Group 1, Kenzie, William<br/><br/><br/><hr/><br/>Seated in the corner of the cell, with his shoulder leaning against the transparent wall separating the prisoners from the freedom they wished for, was a barely sleeping Sam Washington. The constant concerns over his fate, as well as the prickling pain of his fleshwound, kept pulling him back just as he was about to doze off. He could do with a cup of coffee now to ward off this drained feeling, but prisoners weren't usually granted such small luxuries<del>   </del>especially if they're in the high security cell and already convicted once for a serious felony.<br/><br/>A low groan of shifting metal, followed by resounding click, caught his attention. Raising his head, he raised his heavy feeling eyelids to discover the door to their cell to be wide open. Hearing voices in his head again, he simply blinked and remained seated, unsure if this was just a nasty dream or reality.<br/><br/>His cellmates took note of the same event, slipping out into the hallway quietly one by one. Deciding it was now or never<del>    </del>or rather, the electric chair, Sam scrambled to his feet. With a barely suppressed, anxious breathing, he poked his head out into the hallway, looking left and right to see if there were any policemen about. When all seemed clear, he fell in line with rainbow-haired girl and the whiny, snotnosed boy from the cell across the hall.<br/><br/>The girl went ahead, with the promise of disabling the unaware guard up ahead. Sam didn't stop her. He couldn't do it himself right now. He'd surely grunt in pain by accident if he tried to approach the policeman. Hopefully she wouldn't screw things up. Going back to the cell wasn't too appealing.<br/><br/><strong>"If you don't quit your whining soon I'll run you over with that bus myself,"</strong>he hissed at William. If only his former colleagues back in LA could see him now. Little of the man once nicknamed the boyscout among policemen was present inside Sam Washington right now. It was funny how quickly dire circumstances could bring out a whole nother side in a man.