IC: Forret began sweeping the large area that was the laundry room, whistling to himself. He suddenly heard Jailhouse Rock echoing down the corridor and laughed. 'Ha, bit of The King wont do no harm.' He thought, and began singing the words to it under his breath whilst working.
Rallin finished carving his name into the wood of the bench, when he heard music blasting out, then saw a slig (Dulce) walk into the yard and light up a cigarette. "Do you know who the hell's playin' that music, mate? Its crap whatever it is." Rallin asked as he tucked his shiv into the back of his trousers.
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