<div class="floatleft">(http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lpwmwptLVI1qd48zvo1_500.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong><strong>Kenzie Autumn</strong><br/><strong>Age:</strong>22<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Prison Cell<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Group 1<br/><hr/><br/>Kenize had been sleeping, a dreamless sleep, perhaps because she was not very deep asleep, waking up silently every ten or twenty minutes by the recognition that where she lay was all<em>wrong</em>, her companions unusual, and her situation looking grim. To be awoken by Alice was strange, and she had almost opened her mouth to speak when she opened her eyes enough to see the open door. She immediately saw why she was awoken silently, and she tried to make as little noise as possible as she got up.<br/><br/>The open door was an opportunity, but if they talked too much, someone might check in on them, and that would be the end of it. She could hear snoring, and knew immediately that the guard would be sleeping at his post. A good sign, she thought. She checked the clock and realised it would probably be too early for a new shift, if that was the case, there was a chance of escape, and to find a new shirt before leaving.<br/><br/>Kenzie thought for a moment, and then, as quickly and quietly as she could, removed her shoes and socks, taking a few steps across the floor of their cell to make sure she wasn't making any noise. Socks were often preferred, but if it came to fight, they'd ruin the friction between her feet and the floor. Barefoot, the dust on on the floor and its smooth surface would mean that she would make almost no noise at all, if she moved carefully.<br/><br/>It might have been obvious, what she was planning. She had no notion that she was going to wait for the others. They weren't a team, and as far as she knew, they might not all want to leave. However, despite the argument going on between the disembodied voices in her own head, she viewed her own choices as fairly narrow. Whatever was going on, it wasn't the legal process, and she had no intention of subjecting herself to it.<br/><br/>She put a hand on Alice's shoulder, and moved close so she could whisper in her ear.<br/><br/>"I'm getting out of here," she said, just barely breathing the words, "keep everyone quiet, and I'll go take care of the guard..."<br/><br/>With that, Kenzie left the cell, walking deliberately, and slowly, making as little noise as possible. She started to make her way down the hall toward the sounds of snoring. She had no idea how she'd have to take care of him, but she knew she probably could. Police were trained, but not as well as she was. If she got close enough before he awoke, she could kill him fairly easily, but she'd have to wait to see if it was possible to avoid doing so. Not that she cared much for his life, but it would be better for her, if she could restrain him, but that would depend on keeping him quiet. Still, she'd have to wait and see what could be done. Her time making her way down the hall was the first time she'd ever wanted whatever it was that made her do what she'd done to take over again. She hadn't had these thoughts when she'd done that, or she couldn't remember having them. A little bit of ice cold brutality, would help her escape immensely.