IC: Forret was in mid sing-song when the music suddenly stopped, hearing his own worn out voice echoing through the laundry room in the newly acquired silence. "Huh, nothin' good lasts long here." He said with a huff, and finished off sweeping up the room.
Grasping his beloved broom by the long handle, he plodded to the cafeteria to see if there was any more mess, hoping there would be less inmates in there so he could finish sweeping it more efficiently without having to irritate them. He walked in to find Azkiz cleaning up a broken radio. Forret immediately thought that an inmate had lost his temper and broken it. "What the bloody hell's been going on in here? I just cleaned this half an hour ago!" He said with a raised voice, genuinely outraged that someone had messed up his floor.
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Rallin heard the slig inmate (Dulce) reply, and decided not to pursue the conversation any further, it was his first day after all. A large amount of inmates began to filter into the courtyard and Rallin began to feel uneasy. He sat stiff on the bench, his hand grasping the 'handle' of his shiv in the back of his trousers, watching everyone intently.
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