@schismania
Weather was silent as he regarded the newest prisoner to join them. Bright blue hair with a rather slight build--he could already tell that this man would attract much attention from other prisoners within their block. It was just Weather’s luck that the kid would end up being assigned to the same cell as his own; he wasn’t looking forward to the attention that would come upon him indirectly.
He’d dealt with it once; he didn’t feel like dealing with it again. Other prisoners began to approach the kid--Anna, or whatever his name was--and Weather looked away, picking up the magazine he’d set down to read once more.











