Who: Tracy and open What: Arrival When: Now Where: A corridor Rating: TBD Status: Closed
Tracey had been walking back and forth in her cell after the others had left. Jail sucked. She didn't regret what she did, but this was horrible. She didn't know if her dad would be able to bail her out at all, and she was going to miss the Miss Teenage Hairspray competition and she didn't know if Link had come to the protest for her or not.
She went to sit down on the uncomfortable chair in the corner with a sigh. But she missed the chair somehow, and landed on the floor with a bump.
"Ow!" she opened her eyes, blinking as she saw a metal wall across from her instead of the bars of her cell. She looked around, down a long corridor. "What..."
She got to her feet, wincing at the pain falling down had caused, and glanced around. This wasn't her cell... but was this better or worse?