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With her green short hair brushing past her eyes, secluding them in shadow, Yazmine ignored the murmuring that came from one of the criminals in the 'group therapy room'. One by one the computer monitor that stood in the middle of a circle of chairs spewed questions at someone. Recording us with all with a watchful eye. With a single glance at the machine, her hand twitched at the pleasant thought of destroying the machine, though her mind was in a tainted theme, her form appeared calm, collected and cool. The only thing she enjoyed about going to these groups was the opportunity to wear casual clothes, true, she valued her individuality, even if it didn't seem like she truly cared; all the more causing her more frustration. Her dark jade hues scanned the room, legs crossed, arms folded up so her hands held her face up as she slumped forward, her nerves could feel the cool steel against her skin. Wonderful thoughts of implanting lead into the walls amused her, causing her to smirk, and the machine to glance her way.