Jaded Conformity
Pika...pika pi...
Day 5
'The pen is mightier than the sword...or so the monks said.'
A chance meeting with Kaiden had given her a decent amount of info on her 'new residence' and how things worked. She now knew a couple names, such as the warden Nathen Geffen (aka creator of this hellhole, most likely) and the Undertaker (who knew what his real name was...). She also knew what the penalty rounds entailed, and it was just as she expected: the loser would lose something dear to them, such as an arm, a leg, an eye, or god knows what. Unfortunately, there was still much she didn't know, and that Kaiden seemed to have for sale.
Already owe two favours...great. Crypt's should be easy enough hopefully, but it might take a while to fulfill Kaiden's deal...and... an unusually enthusiastic voice broke through the intercom in the hallway, interrupting her thoughts and her push ups. Deciding to listen, she sat down on the cold ground, wiping the sweat from her brow as the voice detailed the upcoming Freak Show and today's game. While the game certainly piqued her interest, the fact that a Rytir (Ashyl Anaya, remember that...) was appearing in the Freak Show truly caught her attention. On top of why she would be appearing, she kind of wished that she had been assigned to the show. It'd certainly make getting info from Kaiden easier...and would give her some practical info on how well trained Rytirs were.
Heaving a deep sigh, she pushed herself up to her feet and headed out to the courtyard, still dressed in her stereotypical prison attire. She had received a lot of shit from the other inmates over the first few days, both to her attire and how she was still a newbie, or 'fresh blood' as some liked to put it. However, on day four she had managed to tick off an inmate after she had calmly pointed out, after having been called scrawny, that power wasn't everything. The inmate, a huge burly fellow (probably a Brute), took this as an insult and, in his rage, managed to only swing one punch before Vrana had managed to avoid the blow and, using his momentum, throw him over her shoulder and into a painful arm lock. Once he conceded, face red after bawling like a baby, she found less inmates had decided to bother her...something she was immensely glad for.
There was already a huge crowd, probably due to the AP card that was up for offer. She made her way through the crowd, eventually making it to the signup table. Scrawling down her name with a sinking feeling in her gut, she squeezed back out, far away from the crowd in the courtyard. I imagine I'll have about five hours until the event. Or three, no idea... heading to the kitchen. She got her standard fare of food and sat down. She picked over her meager meal, mulling over the last few night's nightmares until she suddenly snapped out of it. Just then, she spotted Crypt, and once he looked over her way, she gave him a wave and gestured towards the table to signal he was welcome to sit and eat with her if he so wished. Besides having some friendly company, she was curious if he'd be signing up for the upcoming game as well, along with what he thought about the next Freak Show...
OOC: Finally got a post out, though it might be a bit rough.