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Alissa leaned against the board that kept track of who was winning, Carol beside her, looking for Frieda. They were out on the field for a game of kickball. It was Frieda's plan to attack D-block yet she was nowhere to be found. It was really suspicious. Carol pulled her cigarette from her mouth, grabbing the shirt of another inmate next to her, "Where the fuck is Frieda?" The other girl next to them answered, "Haven't seen her since the bottom of the third."

"I saw her gettin' walked off by a CO, I think." The girl who was in Carol's grasp said. Carol angrily tugged on her shirt, "Damn it! This whole thing was her plan. Plus, she fucked up our kicking order." Carol felt under the board, grabbing a shiv Frieda had left under there. "Maybe she's in the bathroom," Alissa suggested as Barbara called Carol's name. "You're up, Carol! Unless you want an automatic out for delay of game!"

"Fuck it, I'll do it myself. Liss, keep a lookout for Frieda. We go on my signal. They'll never know what hit 'em." Carol smirked, walking off towards the kicking spot. "Hey. Don't we get any weapons?" One of them asked. Carol turned back to look at her, "use what God gave you. What are you, a fucking pussy?" Alissa smirked, watching as Carol strut away, a smoke in her mouth with her hands out, making Barb shoot her an annoyed look.

Carol flicked the cigarette, getting in a position to kick the ball. Barb rolled the ball only for Carol to stop it with her foot, pulling the shiv from her shirt, she stabbed a hole into it and let out a shout, signaling C-block to charge. Alissa stood by the board, still looking out for Frieda. "Fuck no! Don't just stand there like dummies! Go!"

Carol knocked out the girl behind her before charging at her sister, throwing a right hook. "What's your goddamn damage, Carol?!" Barb said, holding her cheek where Carol hit her. "You are," Carol retorts. "Never could stand losing to me, could you? Always had to ruin a perfectly good game, just like when we played Risk."

Carol clenched her fists angrily, "That's because you always cheated!" Carol swung angrily, Barb dodging her back falling back, "Bullcrap!" Carol climbed on top of her. "Bulltrue! You think I care about some stupid game? You stole my stash." Carol held her sister down, Barb looking at with wide eyes, "What the hell are you talking about?" Barb clearly having no clue what Carol was going on about.

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