Streak: *He was sat in a corner, humming to himself. He had been doing this for the past hour or so*
Immoral: *He Bit one of his tails, neon green coloured covering his teeth and muzzle*
Jackie: *sat in her cell* *she was just playing with a tennis ball they let her have for being good*
Poison: *she looked like she was arguing with the air*
Streak: *Carried on humming, each note seemed more desperate than the last*
Purity: *He watched Immoral and mumbled quiet enough for no one to hear* “I sometimes wonder how he’s my brother...”
Streak: *His humming became less steady and slowly started to have a tint of anger and sadness in it*
Immoral: *He started biting another tail, this time a somewhat transparent inklike blood came out*