<strong>Name:</strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 16pt;">William</span><br/><strong>Age:</strong>17<br/><strong>Crime:</strong>Wrong Place, Wrong Time<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Prison Cell Opposite Group 1<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Group 1<br/><br/><hr/><br/>"Blah blah blah, I'm a big shot behind a giant pane of glass," Is all William heard from Sam. The words going in one ear and out the other. So much for being nice, huh? Throwing allegations around like that, the prick. They were all in the same situation, and this included William. What was the point and purpose to being so aggressive when the olive branch of peace, and such, was stretched out?<br/><br/>Will turned himself away from the group, "Whatever you say, jumpsuit," since they didn't seem all that interested in making friends at the moment. The addition of two more being tossed into yet another cell didn't bode well for the situation, either. The situation was getting worse by the minute, additionally so when the guard marked with "Eden" upon his chest showed up to taunt and sexually harass everyone behind the plexiglass. The young boy did his best to keep quiet and pull back so as to not draw attention to himself.<br/><br/>"What a creepy-ass, mother-fucker," William blurted out boldly once certain the guard was gone, "You okay over there? What the fuck... that guy. I'm not looking forward to being shipped out, or staying here. We need to get the hell out of here!" Of course at this moment it was like a monkey shaking the cage - nothing was going to happen. "Hey! New people," Will abrupt addressed the two others who had recently joined the incarcerated, "I'm William," A formality, "Got any ideas on how we're getting out of here? Did you see that guard, man? Holy shit! We can't stick around."