Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-31749612-20170919014737/@comment-30700719-20171127222250

I slowly awaken, somewhat refusing to stay out of bed before a guard's threat motivates me. I look around, expecting the cold metal walls of the Trieste, but only the slightly brighter grey concrete walls greet me. "Oh, right. I'm still stuck in this place." I leave my cell and follow the mob to wherever they go in the morning. Probably the cafeteria. My arm is still sore. I don't really want to head back to the cafeteria again. But hey, it's not my decision anymore.