Everyday above ground is a good day, her father had always told her, but her father had never been to Crematoria to see how wrong that could be. Here, it was safer to be under the ground than on Terra Firma where you either froze or were incinerated.<br/><br/>Blair sat in her own cell, that she had aquired an hour after being lowered into the prison from the guards central meeting room. Even as she was lowered down, she showed no fear. Her mind was already working,figuring out possibilities, angles, and ways out, as well as ways to survive.<br/><br/>The former owner of the cell that she was in had found her an hour after she had arrived. He was one who preyed on the weak,and had figured her for a weak girl. She had a lot of trouble keeping a smirk from her face as he had threatened her and forced her into his cell to have his wicked way with her. In all of 6 seconds, she had disarmed him, kicked him where it would hurt the most, then  helped him out and over the edge of the catwalk.<br/><br/>He had taken the expressway down and landed with a loud splat at the very bottom of the prison<br/>.And just like that, she had a home here. The guards had done nothing, but she knew that they had been watching, perhaps even making bets on how long it would take for someone to kill her.She had made at least one guard rich and happy, as  after one prison check, she found some candy under the rolled up rags that she used as her pillow.<br/><br/>Blair's hair was kept short by one of her many blades that she kept on her, and she still had the pants and boots that she had on when she first arrived here. Her top hadnt lasted long, but she had made a trade with a guard, one session in bed with her for a replacement top and the knife that she had used to kill her last mining corporation exec on Dural 7.<br/><br/>By no means was she a whore, or informer.She just used her assets, her exotic body and baby blue eyes to get what she wanted. Men were men, and prison guards were still men. If she didnt have to risk a beating for what she wanted, then all the better, right.<br/><br/>Leaving her cell, she closed the door and headed down to the lower level. She didnt lock it because she didnt have a lock.plus, anyone that did steal from her would be very ,very sorry and would never do it again. Crematoria Tea was one of the few things that she did eagerly anticipate, apart from dinner time and when the bad air was swapped with fresh air from the surface.<br/><br/>She had allied herself with the more democratically-minded prisoners not long ago, and did provide them with protection in return for tea and favors from time to time. The twelve black roses on her arm told everyone there that 12 people had met their end at her hands, and she wouldnt hesitate to remind them of why she had had a 800k bounty on her head.