The chain link fence slammed shut behind me and I was left alone, alone in this cruel environment where just one little slip, a small sign of weakness could leave you a bloody heap in some corner.
I had been given a new name, a new life to live up to. My real name is Lara Haven. My prison name is Jack Finch.

Just looking at the melancholy scenery made me long for the outside world. How am I supposed to survive here for five years! But that's just the thing. I'm going to have to survive; somehow I'm going to have to prove that I'm not as fragile as I know I look. If I don't I could end up some extremely lonely inmate's prison bitch and Lara-I mean Jack is nobody's prison bitch!

At this thought I lifted my chin defiantly as my bottle green eyes land on some abandoned green bleachers, and without further ado I began to walk, heading towards my target. I tried to strut and walk normally at the same time, and that needs a lot of concentration so I kept my eyes forward and my head up, trying desperately not to make eye contact with anyone.
It's not that I'm afraid, oh no. If one of these goons wants to go then I'll be more than happy to oblige…it's just it's my first day here…and I'm actually feeling kind of drained mentally. So I just want to get used to my surroundings before, ya know, the fighting starts.

I made it to the benches and hurried up to the middle, sitting down and immediately feeling better as soon as I get my back against something and my tail hidden underneath me.
It was then that I let myself study the surroundings, green eyes landing on the different groups of prisoners, trying to judge which group seemed the most dangerous, and which, the least.
Of course as I was scoping out the place, I failed to notice that there was a single inmate heading my way; little did I know that I was better off when I had first entered the grounds then sitting on these benches.

"Not much to look at is it?" A voice drawled to the left of me, the rough boards creaking rather ominously as someone came and took a seat beside me. I turned quickly and my green optics fell on a skinny yet muscled man, dark hair and dark eyes.
My gaze turned wary and I shifted slightly, not liking the position that I had inevitably put myself in. I tightened my lips in frustration; no I'd had enough. I didn't like feeling uncomfortable, I didn't like feeling like the underdog.
"No it isn't." I replied, a rather cold tint to my voice.
"Wow now, no need to be unfriendly." The man continued, easily picking up on my unwilling attitude. "What's yer name?" Again it took me a while to answer.
"Jack." I said shortly. Seconds slithered by, slowly turning into minutes before my bottle green eyes moved back to the man sitting beside me and I heaved a sigh. "Yours?"
The man grinned in answer and stated quite readily,
"Thought you'd never ask," at that a scowl crossed my face. "It's T-Bag."