<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/pfzUHo6.jpg)</div><br/><br/><hr/><br/><strong>NAME:</strong>Lily Bondar (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333213.msg15874276#msg15874276)<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>gray track suit with little red crosses on it<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>PODS<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Ciane <m> | everyone in general<br/><br/><hr/><br class="clear_left"/><br/>Everyone was up and getting dressed, mostly there seemed to be some sizing up going on and little speaking. The whole inmate thing was really starting to sink in and the bio she had read weighed on her. She was a criminal and this was her life now. A desperate little voice in the back of her head decided that a good distraction was needed, anything to get her mind of this situation until she could figure out her place here. In fact an idea popped into her head that the thing to do in a prison was to take out the biggest baddest in the yard and establish dominance. Had she saw that in a movie once?<br/><br/>Lily's eyes drifted over to Ciane... Her eyes only looked Ciane up and down once before she quickly averted them. Fuck that shit, that would be a quick way to end up in a hospital bed. Instead anxiety took over and nervous rambling took over instead.<br/><br/><strong>"My memory is all messed up like I can't quite connect all the dots,"</strong>Lily said out loud as she tried to peer into her locker for anything else useful. She decided talking with no general direction was the safest method. It was certainly a lot smarter then breaking her hand on the jaw of the giant warrior nearby.<br/><br/><strong>"I got this memory of buying watermelon. I was excited because It had been years since I tasted fresh fruit."</strong>She realized that not everyone's lives had probably been the same.<strong> "Um, anyways. My point is that a thought was in my head as I looked at the package. It read - sliced watermelon - you know. Those small packages with triangle wedges of watermelon in them."</strong>She chuckled to herself, shoulders shaking with a little mirth.<strong>"Like why do they call them slices at all. I get it that it's a watermelon that has been sliced. But if you bought a loaf of bread you'd expect it to be full of bread sliced. Not like a handful of one quarter sized wedges on a tray. Right? Like that's not a slice, that's a quarter of a slice. Does it even qualify as a slice? At what point does it just become a crumb? I suppose if they called it what it was, they wouldn't sell many watermelon crumbs."</strong><br/><br/>Lily lifted her head and looked around, not knowing if anyone was even paying attention to her ramblings.<br/><br/>Great introductions she thought to herself.<br/><br/><strong>"Yeah... so anyways, I'm Lily. Sorry, I ramble when I'm nervous."</strong><br/><br/><em>Just had to go and throw that apology in there didn't you, Lily? Good Canadian girl you are.</em><br/><br/>She started to sag her head in embarrassment as an awful sound filled the ship...<br/>