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Post by Temperance C. Baron on Oct 29, 2012 21:25:27 GMT -5
Temperance grumbles angrily as she stalks into the infirmary, her slightly pointed onyx eyes narrowed dangerously. She had a long line of bruises across her stomach where she was punched over and over again by another inmate. Of course, this would have never happened to the mighty Temperance- who was the most infamous inmate in the prision-if the coward didn't have his cronies hold her down. Yes, his, the man who had assualted her was male, but gender never mattered to Temperance when it came to fighting and such.
As usual, Temperance did not want to be here. A guard had forced her to go to the infirmary after she managed to slip her arm from one of the inmate's grip and knock out the other one[who so happened to be a woman]. She had easily kicked upwards and slammed her toe into her other captor's eye and then dealt with the third man, who was running away. She never did get him though because the guard interfered. The thought infuriated her, I got to go teach that punk a lesson. She smirks at the thought as horrid morbid thoughts come to her.
Temperance sits on a chair, waiting for the doctor. She sighs heavily and stared up at the ceiling, feeling no pain where the people had hit her reapidly. She's had far worse.
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