In Justice, We Trust!
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Celeste listened intently to the conversation going on between the group "Well, I don't know about you guys...but I don't plan on sticking around here much longer" She says she walks up to the bars, and clentches a fist, then punches the cell door. An electric feed back courses through her body, then a pulse would send her flying. To Celeste however, she would hardly feel a thing. She rubs the back of her neck "Owe..." She says