All Vi could smell in this dingy jail cell was mildew, mold, and her own blood. She just got back from picking yet another fight. She won, of course, Vi almost always did. This left her in a little bit of a sour mood, - like she ever wasn't - and the possibility of any visitors right now was not appealing to her

Rumor around the prison was that space was slimming with the amount of felons coming in, so inmates were beginning to be assigned roommates. Vi didn't think this would happen to her, until the sound of her heavy cell door being pushed open was blaring in her ears. In walked a woman. Possibly around the same age as Vi herself, but looking just as pissed off. The guard spoke smugly about this woman being her new roommate for now on, then closing the bar door. Vi immediately started to glare, looking the new girl up and down. Her stare was contagious.

"You get close to me, and I'll break your goddamn nose." She grumbled deeply. Her guard was clearly up.