I'd be the guy in the corner, fashioning shanks out of plastic spoons and selling them to the other prisoners for cigarettes. They're like gold in prison.
A dark brooding, quiet one with a darkly decorated prison cell and a collection of spider webs and a pet bat. My good, passive behavior has allowed me to customise my cell. I'll be tolorant of the other inmates, but keep a fair distance. Only a very select few would get to know me.
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