Wendy had survived one week so far. Normally she would just attach her self to the most powerful person in the prison for protection but in here that changed on a weekly bases. Worst the guards where no use at all unless you where trying to escape they didn’t care what you did or what happened to the other inmates. Fortunately she had a cell to her self for the first week though she was told if any more prisons came about she would have to share.
Early morning came and the cell doors all opened at once, she rushed out not wanting to be slow to the mess hall or one of the more disgusting villains may get there first. Fortunately the prison was still 90% normal prisoners but that didn’t make them any less dangerous. Wendy was still deciding if it was better to act tough or meek to get by them. The super villains however they where a huge problem.
Often they would have fights, take a prisoner for their own personal use. Sometimes they just got bored and decided the rest of the prisoners would make good sport. The guards did nothing to prevent this. After a day Wendy understood why as she walked past two guards mindlessly licking Footgirls feet in the mess hall.
Getting her food she sat down purposely at a crowded table with the queen of misfits Veronica Other. Veronica had a little gang of punk rock teenagers but the safety came in there where many of them so none knew if Wendy was all ready a member and in a moment she could just slip away. The punk queen’s table smelt awful of body odour but Wendy learned fast that a bad smell was the least of her problems here. Once sat she got out her little notebook.
She decided to start writing a survival guide for herself to get around the prison.
Exceptional dangerous subject 1:
Footgirl: real name yet to be determined.
Spends most of her time in the basement of the prison tinkering with technology. Have not had the courage to spy on her down there.
Preferences: Appears to prefer to torment men lucky for me. When bored she has them devout themselves to her feet.
Allies: None that I can tell.
Enemies: really seems to hate MegaButt.
If confronted: Try talking about science?
If hostile: Don’t run she seems fast on her little feet, try flattering her poor hygiene.
Comments: Little contact so far, lets keep it that way.
Her notebook was snatched up. Wendy looked to see Veronica the queen of misfits her self reading over her writing. Bringing her body odour with her.
“What’s this?”
“A survival guide I’m making for myself.” Wendy always believed the truth would set her free.
“Just one page?”
“I’ve only started today” and she wasn’t dumb enough to write about Veronica right next to her. Wendy’s eyes where starting to water from the body odour but she kept her calm face.
“Neat idea, what’s your name again?”
“Wendy.”
“Well Wendy,” She sniffed next to Wendy’s armpit. “Are you wearing deodorant?”
“Erm yes Ma’am”
“What the fuck! You don’t need deodorant to live that's just something the state wants you to think freedom smells like this” She presented her armpit to Wendy.
Wendy sighed, she knew this was bound to happen when you hide amongst these people. She closed her eyes moved her nose next to the reeking armpit and breathed in loud enough for Veronica to hear.
Veronica grabbed Wendy’s red hair with her free hand and jammed her head right into the armpit. The stench was awful an unwashed sweaty pit but at least it wasn’t one of the big villains pit’s.
After an entire minute she was finally released. Her face had sweat dripping down it, she was sure her entire face stank of BO now.
“That is the smell of independence. Don’t forget it.”
“Thank you Ma’am” Wendy said keeping her face unemotional.
After breakfast she avoided the exercise yard where Havoc had corned some unlucky prisoners. She was going to go to the library but the Duchess was making rounds there with her twins. Going to the showers she saw Sluggette messing with the pipes, the sight of her made Wendy’s blood boil. So Wendy just went back to her cell. This was dangerous as well yesterday Skunketee would jump into random open cells and spray the poor inmate lying there. You just had to take the chance today.
Evening came and as your door was supposed to close to guards approached with a very short prisoner. “Your cell mate” They said than eagerly left. The very short person walked in. Wendy gasped as she saw them, how could a mere child be sentenced to maximum security the poor thing must be so scared.
“Hello I’m Wendy are you okay.”
“I guess.” She shrugged.
“What happened why are you here?”
“Oh you know the people in this city just don’t understand quality television.”
“Wha-” She gasped at once recognising the child like person. “Oh no”
“So I’m Sue but most people know me as The Brat.” She smiled wickedly at you. “Now cell mate, some ground rules when I’m around you do not walk, you stay on your hands and knees. Second…
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