"All right now! Get up, prisoners!" The leader of the guard personnel resounded. The guards all stood at attention as the prisoners all struggled up from their kneeling positions, with their arms still tied behind their backs. "You heard the man! 6:00!" And with that, the prisoners were pushed and prodded all the way back to their cells. Some of the prisoners were in silent shock, others were hysterical. The only two with strange emotions were the assassin and the thief. And the thief was angry.

Olivia was shoved into her cell by Mr. Clunky Boots. "Not so smart now, are we honey?" The guard said, and smiled a victorious grin before he chortled and shook his head. Olivia was in no mood for this. When the guard wasn't looking, she stuck her slender foot through the bars and tripped him.
"Oops!" Olivia coo-ed, "I suppose I'm really not that smart! My mistake, officer!" She batted her eyes for sarcastic effect, as the guard lifted himself from the cold prison floor and dusted filth off of his uniform. "Dumb bitch!" He yelled, and spat at her before clunking angrily down the hall.
Olivia couldn't even laugh this time. She got up from the floor and looked into her grime covered, broken mirror. [i]The pit huh? Is this how it ends for me?[/i] Olivia looked at her freckled face, and felt as if she was looking at someone else. [i]Poor girl. Young and about to die. A shame.[/i] She paused that thought. Who would think it was a shame that she died? Would anyone? She thought back to her family, her mother who died while starving herself so her children could eat, her father, working himself to death in the Yakrium mines even in his old age trying to buy a loaf of bread, and her sister --
She looked at herself in the eyes through the mirror. Her sister who somehow romanced a rich man and is now living a fairy tale somewhere in Brett. [i]My sisters there, and I'm here in a penitentiary getting ready to kiss my life of crime goodbye.[/i] She had always been envious of her sisters good fortune but, not like this. 

[i]At least my sister gets to live.[/i]
She closed her eyes, then shook her head. No tears today: she had work to do.

If Olivia was going to survive the pit, she would need as many supplies as she can carry. First she grabbed all of her uniforms and folded them as compactly as possible. Then, she grabbed her father's mining helmet which they had let her keep as her single item. Lastly, she took the tiny flask of mead she had been saving for a rainy day and stuck it in her pack, along with some pillow cases. She then wrapped these things into a blanket, which she then wrapped around the tiny bit of rope that had been used to tie her arms back. She then tied the rope across her shoulder and chest, with the blanket serving as a makeshift rucksack. [i]Hey, I should at least get points for being resourceful.[/i] She thought to herself. She peered at the clock next to her bed. It was 4:30. 
Olivia's final step was to make a tiny belt. She looks around for something suitable, and found her extra pair of boots that they used when breaking apart rocks with picks in the courtyard. She reached under her mattress and found her trusty shank. Then, she cut the boots into tiny strips that she could use for manufacturing a tool belt. Somehow she was able to tie these together and make a belt, with additional loops of leather to hang things from. She slipped her shank into the breast pocket of her uniform, then looked at the time.
It was 6: which meant it was showtime.