--Cora--

I sit in the pool, silently fuming. That little girl in the scrappy red cape thinks she's all that.

I make a rude gesture in her direction. She doesn't notice it.

"Aecora?"

Spinning in the direction of the noise, I see no one.

Is that a mouse?

"Aecora?"

That mouse just talked.

I'm going crazy. Waving a hand dismissively, I dart over to the side of the pool, once again mobile. 

Don't get me wrong. It wasn't the warmest of pools. But at least there wasn't any algae. Or seaweed. Ew. And no one else was allowed in.

That red girl. Ugh. She makes me sick. I float aimlessly in the depths of the pool, refusing my lungs oxygen. They plead with me, Breathe! Breathe! but I refuse. Let's see how long I can go before my gills magically start working again.

My resolve melts, and I strike out for the surface. I take gulping breaths of the warm, stagnant prison air. 

I hate myself.

Stupid mouse.

Match~

Rei approaches me, she pulls a bow of Matches out from behind her back. I look at them hungrily but do nothing, Rei might have done something to them. Who knows. I glare and then look down at the wood in my hands. Rubbing it together, I see some smoke. A mouse comes towards me, he looks at the smoke, she's not there he says.

Name: The Wicked Witch of The West

Age: ?

Crime: enslaved hundreds of flying monkeys, attempted murder, threatening a young girl

personality: mean, ugly, tries to kill any one with better clothes or looks than her, scared of water

I have just arrived at the prison. The warrden tells me it's free time. I ignore her. I am led into this large workout room with a pool and all. I freeze up and slowly start walking to the little lounge area, being careful not to step anywhere near the pool. There is some sort of freak swimming in the pool. I scowl at her. She reminded me of Dorothy and she seemed to like water so I instantly hate her. I sit down and survey the room. There are to obviously insane girls playing with matches over near the treadmill. I make a mental to become friends with the one creating fire. She could be useful if I wanted to destroy fish girl.

Match~

The one with the green skin comes near me, she reaches out her hand, no one has ever shown me a kindness, I stare at her with the adoring gaze of a child and follow her to the corner of the wall, the shows me a drawing of a family, of a sister she says, who looks, just, like, me. 

I watch fire girl's eyes light up. Good she is willing to believe me, now if I can get her to hate fish girl and destroy her this prison might seem a lot nicer. I tell her she looks so much like the girl in the picture she might as well be her. A faint smile crosses her face. It's to bad I'll have to destroy her later.

Name:Dorothy

Age:16

Appearence: medium red hair, blue eyes, rosy cheeks and lips, white underneath dress with a blue apron dress on top, ruby slippers

Crime: charged with two murders and insanity after being hit in the head with a log.

Personality: believes she is innocent, babbles on and on about some wizard and lions and tigers and bears oh my, thinks everybody is either a lion, made of straw or made of tin. Is scared of bad weather, gets lost without yellow guidelines. Loves short people.

--Cora--

Who's the noob? She's... green. 

I curl my lip at her glance. She looks like she's out to get everyone. She also looked... scared of me. Or my pool.

I lower myself into the water, eyes just peeking above the surface. My hair drifts in silky wet clumps around me, half obscuring my vision.

Who does she think she is?

Match~

The kind lady with green skin points at the fish girl. She tells me that she was the one that killed my Grannie, she was the one who made my family hate me. She pulled my Grannie into the sea, says the lady. I seethe with fury. The lady says that I can get back at her, but only if I somehow find a way to light the pool on fire, then, my Grannie will walk out from the flames, as if she had never been taken. As she tells me this, Dorothy, the new recruit, looks at the kind lady and faints. I go off to find oil, I need to set the pool alight... 

--Cora--

The little pyro trots off in the direction of the door. Gertrude bars her passage with a foot propped against the doorjamb. Guess fire girl isn't going anywhere soon. 

The noob looks at me in disgust. I smirk, and flick my tail at her.

Silver droplets of water arc through the air, catching the dingy light like little prisms, sending small rainbows dancing across the room. They land, one by one, on the hem of her dress. The black becomes blacker as the water soaks through the thin cloth.

I curse under my breath. Missed.

I have never done anything wrong in my life other than run away and yet here I am in prison. I am dragged over to a large room. I unfortunatly didn't get a good look around because the second I walk through the door I see someone I never thought I'd see again. The wicked witch of the east stands there cackling while I faint, just staying conscious long enough to see her jaw drop when she notices me.

That nasty, little, murdering brat.

Dorothy!

I shudder. how dare she show up here after I was just starting to feel good about myself. I cringe. She better not come any where near me. If only she melted in water too.Suddenly I got an idea. I ran towards fire girl. "I relize my first task was to hard to start you out, even if that fis girl is evil. Instead I have an easier task for you. Destroy Dorothy!" She looked at me quizicly. Then she trotted off mumblingto herself. "Dorothy, Dorothy, Who is Dorothy?"

I look at the other girl in the red cape. I sneer. Who does she think she is, a super hero? I watch as she taks to the guard. Suddenly she smile as if she just found out she was free. I make a mental note to find out what she is smiling about.