Jasmine watched the male walking through the cafeteria her eyes falling square on the smaller more rookie female In terms of being locked away like this.Also to the males drooling over her,she was about to stand up herself starting to get up.When she saw the other man strike the man exactly beside the young girl quite swiftly,an entertained grin played over her face.It wasn't enough to impress Jasmine of frighten her, as little most likely nothing truly frightened the woman.But it did warrant a good chuckle from her as she sat back down,crossing her muscular tattooed arms over her breasts.

Jasmine drifted off herself arms crossed legs spread open in the jump suit pants it didn't matter nothing was exposed.She dared someone to try her, she welcomed the idea into her head subconsciously.So that she could make a fool of someone and also an example of them,by putting them in rather horrid pain.

Jasmine drifted into her own memories she felt the desert heat and the dry cracking earth under her boots.As well as the thunderous roar of a US battle tank rolling by,just a mile outside a highly terrorist controlled city.Jasmine was there at least in her mind she remembered the day well the mounting anticipation of the invasion of the city.At this point Jasmine didn't care who she killed and these terrorists made hella good targets for her agression.She recalled the nickname her squad gave her the nickname of punisher,due to her typical overly brutal tactics in combat.As well as her crazed blood lusted insanity,such as charging head on into enemy positions and armor alone.She sat there out side the town huddled up with her five man marine squad not including her.She was the only female in the entire regiment,she had worked hard to earn her respect from her fellow soilders.Jasmine was with the 23rd regiment supported by the 32nd cavalry division,Jasmine was to be one of the first squads inside the city.Clearing anti tank personnel enemy machine gun nests and mines,for armored support and the rest of the troops to enter the city with more safety.

Jasmine snapped out of her memories interrupted by the loud squabble of nearby men over food or something or another.Jasmine looked over at the two yelling males and shook her head as the guards quickly came over, dragging the men away putting an end to the aggressions between them.She didn't go back to her memories she figured it didn't really matter,all that mattered now was the here and now and how she'd exit this hell hole.

Jasmine looked back to the smaller more rookie girl and stood up walking across the cafeteria towards the girl.Pushing past anyone in her way,not giving a fuck who they were or how big they thought they were.She reached the table and the now empty place the male that had been attacked once occupied.Jasmine sat down and shot a angry warning glare at the other men,whom were previously molesting the young girl with their eyes.The men promptly left after the glare begrudgingly but wisely on their end.Weather or not it was from her glare or their own boredom Jasmine didn't care,she would have been plenty glad to back up her look to the group if they had stayed.

Jasmine looked at the young girl her own muscular tattooed arms laying on the table unlike the men and others here her tattoos were clearly professional and quality works.She cleared her throat and stared the girl down speaking in an abrasive obviously aggressive but not necessarily directed at the girl sort of tone. "Hey girl you know those fucks were getting ready to snatch you up like a fucking lion to a baby deer right?" She looked at her awaiting an answer from the girl,she didn't doubt the girls sinisterness or ability she was positive the girl had one otherwise she wouldn't be here.But the girl was physically weak and that was just a fact,in here and really any prison you had to be strong or have a weapon.Jasmine had no real morals but she hated seeing pigs try to get young girls,it made her sick and she'd kill if she ever saw it happen no questions asked.

Jasmine watched the male walking through the cafeteria her eyes falling square on the smaller more rookie female In terms of being locked away like this.Also to the males drooling over her,she was about to stand up herself starting to get up.When she saw the other man strike the man exactly beside the young girl quite swiftly,an entertained grin played over her face.It wasn't enough to impress Jasmine of frighten her, as little most likely nothing truly frightened the woman.But it did warrant a good chuckle from her as she sat back down,crossing her muscular tattooed arms over her breasts.

Jasmine drifted off herself arms crossed legs spread open in the jump suit pants it didn't matter nothing was exposed.She dared someone to try her, she welcomed the idea into her head subconsciously.So that she could make a fool of someone and also an example of them,by putting them in rather horrid pain.

Jasmine drifted into her own memories she felt the desert heat and the dry cracking earth under her boots.As well as the thunderous roar of a US battle tank rolling by,just a mile outside a highly terrorist controlled city.Jasmine was there at least in her mind she remembered the day well the mounting anticipation of the invasion of the city.At this point Jasmine didn't care who she killed and these terrorists made hella good targets for her agression.She recalled the nickname her squad gave her the nickname of punisher,due to her typical overly brutal tactics in combat.As well as her crazed blood lusted insanity,such as charging head on into enemy positions and armor alone.She sat there out side the town huddled up with her five man marine squad not including her.She was the only female in the entire regiment,she had worked hard to earn her respect from her fellow soilders.Jasmine was with the 23rd regiment supported by the 32nd cavalry division,Jasmine was to be one of the first squads inside the city.Clearing anti tank personnel enemy machine gun nests and mines,for armored support and the rest of the troops to enter the city with more safety.

Jasmine snapped out of her memories interrupted by the loud squabble of nearby men over food or something or another.Jasmine looked over at the two yelling males and shook her head as the guards quickly came over, dragging the men away putting an end to the aggressions between them.She didn't go back to her memories she figured it didn't really matter,all that mattered now was the here and now and how she'd exit this hell hole.

Jasmine looked back to the smaller more rookie girl and stood up walking across the cafeteria towards the girl.Pushing past anyone in her way,not giving a fuck who they were or how big they thought they were.She reached the table and the now empty place the male that had been attacked once occupied.Jasmine sat down and shot a angry warning glare at the other men,whom were previously molesting the young girl with their eyes.The men promptly left after the glare begrudgingly but wisely on their end.Weather or not it was from her glare or their own boredom Jasmine didn't care,she would have been plenty glad to back up her look to the group if they had stayed.

Jasmine looked at the young girl her own muscular tattooed arms laying on the table unlike the men and others here her tattoos were clearly professional and quality works.She cleared her throat and stared the girl down speaking in an abrasive obviously aggressive but not necessarily directed at the girl sort of tone. "Hey girl you know those fucks were getting ready to snatch you up like a fucking lion to a baby deer right?" She looked at her awaiting an answer from the girl,she didn't doubt the girls sinisterness or ability she was positive the girl had one otherwise she wouldn't be here.But the girl was physically weak and that was just a fact,in here and really any prison you had to be strong or have a weapon.Jasmine had no real morals but she hated seeing pigs try to get young girls,it made her sick and she'd kill if she ever saw it happen no questions asked.

Jerid watched the fight with some amusement. Suppose it's no problem there's no tv here, plenty of entertainment.
He made a mental note of the three exeptional people in the scene. That girl was dangerous. She hadn't done anything yet and she seemed to be the center of attention already, she managed to get two of the tougher looking thugs here to feel protective over her in a minute or two. Impressive.

Once the food was gone Jerid got up and casually walked over to their table, empty tray in hand.
He kneeled next to the big lump of defeat that sat on the ground. The guards didn't seem to give a damn about him. He carefully stuck out a hand, like trying to pet a wild cat.
The guy said nothing, his mind was probably more occupied with the world shattering loss of face he just went trough. No doubt he'd sink a few ranks in whatever stupid prison gang he was in. Jerid inspected the mans wounds. These were made by someone who knew what they were ding, no professional training, but a lifetime of experience. "The kidney shot's will have your sides painful for a few days but no real permanent damage there. But there's a nasty gash on your temple here, how are you feeling buddy?" The man shot Jerid a hazy look and struggled to answer. Then a look of panic, one Jerid recognized in time to quickly step back and shove Jasmine out of the way. The poor guy sprayed the contents of his stomach on the floor in front of him. Jerid stood up and sighed. "Clean up on aisle two!" He shouted at one of the guards. "Damn the food looks exactly the same coming out." He muttered.

Griffin watched the prisoners fight. He wasn't surprised that the guards intervened. He was surprised by how long it too them to react. You would think that guards at a prison like this would react faster. Maybe they were simply use to prison violence. Maybe they thought letting if the prisoners blow off some steam they would be able to handle them better. Griffin didn't know what they deal was. He wasn't sure that it mattered. All that mattered to him was that he had gained some useful information about a few of the others.

Kurai was brought in to the cafeteria in handcuffs so tight they left red marks on his arms. He noticed that a fight had just finished. He grinned under his mask there were minimum guards here. It could be easy to escape. with... help. He cringed at the word, the last time he received help he was set up. He looked over to a table where a man sat watching the guards deal with the prisoners. He walked over and sat down making sure to slam down his fists. "So... what happened here?" he said

Kurai Assassin said
Kurai was brought in to the cafeteria in handcuffs so tight they left red marks on his arms. He noticed that a fight had just finished. He grinned under his mask there were minimum guards here. It could be easy to escape. with... help. He cringed at the word, the last time he received help he was set up. He looked over to a table where a man sat watching the guards deal with the prisoners. He walked over and sat down making sure to slam down his fists. "So... what happened here?" he said

"Usual prison stuff." Griffin replied gruffly. He was surprise the other guy had approached him. Most of the prisoners seemed to be avoiding each other. Which made Griffin wonder what this guy wanted. Surely he wanted something. "Some moron wanted to prove he was bigger and badder then the rest of us. I am sure some of the others were impressed. But personally all I was so someone proving they have little brain in which to think with."

"Why are they throwing there weight around when we could be trying to escape this place you know what i'm saying. anyways whats your name Kid" Kurai said his voice toneless

Kurai Assassin said
"Why are they throwing there weight around when we could be trying to escape this place you know what i'm saying. anyways whats your name Kid" Kurai said his voice toneless

"I told you. They are throwing their weight around because they have no brains to think with. Anyone with a brain would know there are better ways to impress people. And like you said there is always trying to escape. But these thoughts are too big for little brains like theirs." Griffin replied with a smirk. "You may call me Griffin. Who might you be?"

Sydney was soon lead into the dining hall, where it was clear something recently had happened. Sydney rolled her eyes, not understanding why some people had to draw so much attention to themselves. However if the guards' attention was on any other inmate than herself, it would be a lot easier to escape. So, she just shrugged and walked over to the line and took a tray.

When Sydney had food on her tray she scanned the dining hall before she sat down by a table at the far end of the room, giving her a perfect view of it and the inmates. She examined the inmates in the dining hall, trying to get a good picture of what kind of people she would spend some time with until she got out.

"My name is... is... Kurai." he said again an evil smirk under his mask. " so do you think you could get anyone to help us escape. cause i have a plan" he said
Kurai had been planning this ever since he saw the armed guards at the door.
Step 1: Acquire a brain for the operation
step 2: acquire muscle
Step 3: find and air vent
Step 4: acquire weaponry
Step 5: get to the control room
Step 6: create an entire army of prisoners
Step 7: battle our way out.
it was a surplus plan that would take months to get all the equipment.

"I have a job to do before I consider breaking out Kurai." Griffin replied to the guy across from him. He wondered what sort of plan the man had, but decided it wasn't worth asking about. Not until the man proved that he a functioning brain of some sort.

Kurai registered the look on the man's face as unsure. He had to prove himself some how then it clicked. Step 1 Acquire the brain. he saw a woman across the room from him perhaps she might want to escape with them "Well Griffin i think were gonna get on real smooth."

Jasmine was shoved from her seat standing not ever hitting the ground she had her fist tightly balled about to hit the man that shoved her right between the eyes as she started she saw the fatter wounded man puke right under where she was seated and lowered her fist "fucking disgusting...." She watched as the guards took the man away unballing her fist,she looked to the male that pushed her and had a still aggressive look but uttered "thanks man I didn't want to have to kill some fat fuck today for puking on my legs" She looked at the rookie softer appearing girl again, still awaiting her response to the previous question she presented to her.

"Lunch is over everyone back to your cells." The guards call as the begin escorting the prisoners back to their cells.

Jasmine was standing when the girl spoke and stepped over the puke and sat on the other side of the girl away from the disgusting vomit on the floor.Jasmine looked at the young girl and chuckled a bit from her current side her US marines tattoo wrapped in thorns and cracks could be seen on her muscular bicep."well kid that's a long fucking story how I ended up here...but I guess you just want the main reason right?" She shook her head and looked back at her "well no harm in letting you know I guess" she cleared her throat and laid her hands in fists on the table before her. "I was in the marine core for several years treating the Middle East as my own personally stomping grounds...I could do what I wanted shoot who I wanted and kill when I wanted with no repercussions...." She smiled again in a sinister manner "one day invading a terrorist controlled city with my squad I killed them all and joined up with the terrorist group called Venom....I worked in venom for several years and made it to second in command...." She tapped her tattooed knuckles on the table "we blew up trains shot up villages took cargo ships shipped drugs and firearms boosted myself to top wanted lists the world over...." She couldn't help but to chuckle "one day carrying out a drug deal on a ship as usually the fucking navy showed up bastards hiding on the ship took me prisoner now I'm here in this shit hole talking to you....." She shifted in her seat her back hunched a bit popping her knuckles "so that's why I'm here what did you do?" She looked at the girl and awaited an explaination truly curious as to what a sweet looking little thing like her did."oh and by the way don't show your fear kid not here not never I could see it all over your face that's what'll get a pretty little thing like you raped and I'm sure that's not what you want....."
As the gaurds said back to cells she stood up and walked back with everyone else headed back to her small cell giving her time to think and be alone to basically do anything she wanted.She would most likely just go and start working out like usual wanting to stay in good shape.

Jerid helped the wounded man up and helped drag him to the guards who picked him up and started bringing him back to his cell.
"That man needs to see the physician."
"Fuck of scum" Was the reply.
"He has a concussion... sir. If he faints now he's probably done for. Sending him to his room now is capital punishment. You might as well inject him with Sodium thiopental right away and get his suffering out of the way...sir."
"...Fine. But you are going back to your cell."
Disappointed Jerid walked back to his cell and sat down. He was bored again.

Griffin shook his had at the stupidity of some people. He had several names on his list of people that must be destroyed. He would have to find away go make notes. The better he knew the other the easier it would to destroy them. But first he needed to know their strengths and weakness were.

Benjamin was sincerely grateful that he had managed to get some grub down his gullet after who knows how long by his lonesome in the unadorned solitary cell. It became clear that no food was coming after what Boyo, who actually had spent the first few hours counting down the seconds, then minutes, than hours, did not receive a visit in the form of the small slat on the door sliding open. So be it. If they weren't going to feed him, then they had no intentions of keeping him couped up for too long. It would be sooner rather than later that he was allowed to leave, and return to general population. When he realized this, he smiled softly, and decided to go through some exercises to get his blood pumping and keep his mind free and clear of so much as the potential for the boredom that had led to his stay in the small and surprisingly lit room. He started by facing away from the wall that would allow for the maximum clearance, and placed his hands palm down on the floor before raising his feet and planting them on the wall. He started doing push ups after his feet were a good yard above the concrete floor, quick as he could with his back straight. He could have easily continued beyond fifty but when he reached the fiftieth push up, he started in on doing sit ups. He continued alternating exercises in this fashion for a good long while, sweat beading and eventually dripping from his taunt, muscular frame. He had gone past that key point in the exercises where a weak individual would find the strain unbearable, had gone right passed it to that point where the ache had long since ascended past burning and transformed into a strangely comforting warmth, a blissful sense of utter strength that washed the weariness he should have felt out to sea and miles from his being. He could not see it, but his eyes were bright as stars and full as a harvest moon hanging low in the night sky. If he had seen someone looking the way he looked, he would have been wondering what they had done to make their eyes light up, why their pupils were so large, why they were sweating and on the verge of hyper-ventilating. Of course, he could not see himself. Nor did he care to. He was too busy enjoying one of the last freedoms afforded to a man left in his position, and that was the act of perfecting one's body, of eradicating the human weaknesses one could enjoy outside of prison, where being as wary as he was of everyone else would be considered paranoia, not common sense. He kept on this way until his limbs ceased to respond, and the rush of endorphins that had earlier flooded his body was spent. Then, he sat, and Boyo fought his breathing under control. When his pulse and breathing had regulated, he took off his slippers and slept with them for a pillow. There was no better way to kill time, and he was finally tired enough to do so.

Jasmine was in her cell awaiting her next chance to go out of the small confined space doing the only thing she knew how to do work out of course.Jasmine had one arm folded behind her back doing one handed push ups as quickly as she could balanced on the tips of her toes sweat ran down her face and dripped on the floor she went until she hit 80 with her right arm.She then swapped arms and repeated the process with her left arm she finished that and smiled at herself opening and closing her hands."well that's enough of that....don't want to look like a fucking body builder gross as fuck..." She rolled over onto her back and started rapidly doing sit ups her abs crunching together under her tank top,contracting and stretching she went until she got to 130 easily and quickly reaching the number she stopped not wanting to be achy later on.Jasmine stood back up laid down and went to sleep for a while, her fists clenched in her sleep by nature.she heard the sounds of gunshots and explosions screams and agony in her head,the sound of tanks rumbling through streets like armored enforcers of a Great War machine.