neornithes

[Kyrie accepts her move to a new prison well enough. She knows about Deadman Wonderland, what they do. But making a fuss won't change anything, except maybe to make her life there all the more miserable.

So she goes along with it, pockets her candy and card, listens to what the guards have to say (well, not really, but she pretends to, at least). Probably one of the quietest new arrivals to date. And yet, the way she carries herself, and her disinterested gaze, show just how indignant she really is.

After all is said and done, she heads to the cafeteria for lunch. Only to find nothing appealing and affordable. She frowns, and simply decides to leave. She'll be participating in the first event to come her way for sure.

Eventually she comes to the library, finds a book, and sits herself at a computer.]

I've never been in a prison with such freedom to roam. Isn't that nice, it's like we're free range livestock. But I suppose free range livestock is better than an overcrowded chickencoop.

That would be a metaphor for my previous institution, by the way, for those of you who might be a little slow.