Figgy’s Reviews > Welcome To Orphancorp > Status Update

the watch quarters have those thick, double-brick walls that mean they're easy to sneak past if they door's closed; the bathrooms are sweet little Kidcam blind spots where I can read a non-reg book on my tab, have a cry pr a quick-and-dirty interlude up against the wall without facing any of the related Consequences. In their hurry to manufacture heartless functionality, they've made me a home.

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Every Verity House is the same - a big grey box straddling an entire city block. It's like they knock them together off-site and heli them in or something. Maybe they do, I don't know. Brooke or Blacktown, Albury, Cairns or that one they say is on that island down in Tassie, it doesn't matter. The dining hall is always to the right of the dorms;

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I twist my hand at a weird angle to get to the itch on my wrist below the shackle. I mean, they call them 'the Consequences of movement violations'. but shackles is what they are. When I forget to refer to them as such I get 'the Consequences of speech violations', which is pretty much just a gag. No one cares what I call that because everything sounds the same with a mouthful of rubber, doesn't it?