Maryne Masterson (http://i56.photobucket.com/albums/g194/daxionsfire/06tfxxx.jpg) had known that her life was going to become a living hell the moment she stepped off the prisoner transport. She'd thought about it, talked herself through, steeled her nerves to ready herself for it. But the moment the transport ship shuddered as it docked with the prison and the lead guard shouted, "UP!" everything she'd done to prepare herself went right out the airlock.<br/><br/>She managed to stand along with everyone else, but her knees were shaking so hard she could barely walk straight. Her heart felt like it was going to leap right out of her chest. She knew she was innocent, she hadn't done anything wrong, but she knew equally well that it wasn't going to matter one bit in Purgatory. She was done for. All she could do now was try to face it with what little dignity she could keep together. She followed the ranks of prisoners through the massive airlock into the prison's receiving area. Her hands had been numb from the binders for some time now, but now she had to hold the binders up, rather than resting them on her lap. Her arms soon trembled with the strain. She got in line with the other prisoners as directed, and had her chip implanted. Despite her best efforts, she cried softly. It wasn't that it hurt that bad - she'd cut herself worse while working on her ships before - but it was the realization that she had just become another statistic. A number. Something less than human. The fact that she was crying and giving the sons-of-bitches the satisfaction of seeing her do it just made her cry more. She got control of herself quickly though, and by the time she was standing with the other prisoners listening to the warden, her tears had dried and she had some semblance of self control again.<br/><br/>As Bridget Flame spoke, Maryne quickly decided which term she'd be using for the woman. Actually, "bitch" sounded a bit too nice for her. But it would do for now. Maryne didn't like the woman one bit. Bridget Flame's physical attractiveness couldn't hide the deadly look in her eyes or the steel in her voice. Maryne made a mental note to do everything she could not to cross this woman. As Flame continued to talk, and then the Sergeant after her, Maryne started furtively looking around, only half listening. If she was going to survive in here, she'd have to find some friends, or at least some people who wouldn't want to stab her in the throat the moment she looked away from them. She saw a quiet girl who looked exactly like Maryne felt (Kira), as well as another woman who looked defiant, and very possibly meaner than a lot of the males in the group (Casey). Her eyes briefly met those of a cool-headed looking man (Abe), but he, too was surveying the population, and he soon looked away.<br/><br/>Then, suddenly, they were being prodded onward, and Maryne followed the mass of prisoners into the General Population. It was when the bars clanged shut behind her that she finally realized, beyond a shadow of a doubt, "I am so fucked..."