Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26854056-20170113162801/@comment-26854056-20170115193020

Quail leaned on the wall that was positioned to the left of the enterance where new inmates usually came in once they were verified. He peered through the mech gate, looking around until he saw the familiar shag of blonde hair pacing between two guards. A disgruntled look on her face.

He shook the fence lightly to get her attention and offered a cheeky grin, slinking away with an optomistic mood.

And... I have to eat supper. brb