Prison RP discussion

The food tastes like that guy who got in trouble with the Warren yesterday...

*Mint emerged from a doorway, flanked by two huge guards. She looked terrible after spending two weeks in her cell, throwing up, shaking, sweating, crying and suffering other withdrawal symptoms. She shook as she grabbed nothing more than a cup of water and apple sauce. She soon sat down besides Moon at the table that was less crowded. She didn't want to deal with any more psychos like the one she bunked with.* "H-hey." *She muttered. Her mind was definitely somewhere else.*

*Mint looked over at Moon and bent down. She picked up the fork and placed it back on the table. Her two guards reached for their nightsticks and Mint sighed.* "It seems they believe I'll stab you to death with a fork." *She joked. But it didn't seem the guards found it humorous. They loomed closer and Mint opened her apple sauce, appearing fearless.*

Rose wrote: "*Mint looked over at Moon and bent down. She picked up the fork and placed it back on the table. Her two guards reached for their nightsticks and Mint sighed.* "It seems they believe I'll stab you ..."

*Mint looked at her strangely and reached out, grabbing away the fork. She looked defensive* "S-sorry." *She said before taking a sip of water.*

*Mint stumbled back and was held back by one of her guards. She, being nothing more than skin and bones, was unable to break free. She resisted screaming, and instead went limp, holding for the guard's grip to loosen so she could slip free.*

*Mint finally pried herself loose and raised her hands in submission. The guard grabbed her once more. She noticed that everyone in the cafeteria was watching.* "Isn't that the serial killer bitch?" *Someone said. Mint freed both of her hands and was able to give everyone the finger*

*Mint finally let out a scream, something in between a toutured donkey and a wolf howling. It definitely turned heads. She then shouted* "Get'of!" *and pulled away, soaked in sweat and wide-eyed.*

Alexander struts in, feeling like air, and feeling like a smart a**. High maximum security prisons couldn't be that hard to break out of, could they? He just needed the other prisoners as pawns to help him make a riot, then he could escape from there. He already memorized the guards patterns, which hallways lead to where, and that there were in fact, no windows, or vents big enough to hold him.