Ah right... Black Martha.
Well, that's the name YOU gave yourself. Because Martha Higglesbottom sounds not really threatening.
Anyway, you stand up, looking down to check your body. Ugh. Orange jumpsuit.
Orange was never your color.
Annnnyway, you are here now. In a cell. Not really big, not really clean, not really comfortable. The cot (with another cot above it, so you have an fellow inmate. Fantastic. Hopefully he don't want to have sex with you... You don't really want to see a heart attack) in the right corner, a toilet in the left and a barred window, giving you dull light, which gives everything it touches a red tint. Dawn or set, you don't really know.
Anyway, you decide you will not really be here for a long time... You just need an opportunity.
Name : Martha
Sex : Herm
Status : fine
Gang : none
Money : 0
Weapons : /
Vehicles : /
immovable property : /
Clothes : Prison jump suit (worn) Work boots (word)
Stylo-Meter : 0
Respect : 0
Infamy : 0
Fame : 0
Anything worth to note? : no
You have none of this, genius.