Aila was furious. She had been living successfully in this world of debauchery for four years now, and her world had been turned upside down by a watch - of all things. Her small size had worked well for her over the years, as she had managed to dart in and out of city crowds with ease, taking valuables as she pleased and getting far away before her marks even knew what had hit them. But, that had all changed with that damn watch. How could such a small thing have caused this much strife? And how on earth had she made such a huge mistake? It should have been a job like any other, a game of distraction and sleight of hand that lasted mere seconds, but her mark had just happened to be an off duty officer, and he'd caught her redhanded. It had been a short spiral into her current position after that. The boy that she had become, a nondescript Will Turner, was known and wanted by the powers that be, and he had been incarcerated within just days. The trial had been more a farce than anything, the authorities going through the motions as they of course knew full well that this boy was guilty, and Aila made no attempt to defend herself, knowing that she would only make life worse for herself in the longrun. It was through sheer luck that the guard assigned to searching the convicted thief had not the mental capacity to do his job properly. She could well have been discovered with just a minor frisk search, as baggy prison uniforms could only hide so much. Of course, Aila had taken to binding her breasts, but again, it was easy enough to feel that something was wrong. But, luck had been on her side, and the woman had breezed into the prison, passing through the ranks of vagrants and criminals of varying ilks, soon coming to the cell in which she would spend her sentence rotting. The cell was small, to say the least, two narrow beds crammed into the space that was barely large enough for one. There was virtually no floor space to speak of, and what one could only describe as a chamberpot in one corner. The world had come a long way, but it appeared the prison had yet to catch on. The blankets seemed to be scratchy by design, and the tiny window was just...it was almost an insult. It was certainly a far cry from what Aila had grown up with. However, all this was far less of a worry than the man seated on the first bed. Sharing a cell could be problematic, to say the least, and Aila could only hope that he was as dim as the guards that patrolled the low security wings. She of course had certain plans in place, but it would remain to be seen whether this would be enough. "The name's Will, if you must know." She spoke in a voice that had been carefully mastered to match the teenage boy she emulated. Her hair was dark brown and dirty, though her natural colour was a deep, lustrous black. She kept it cut short and choppy, using a knife to keep it from growing too much, something that only added to the ragtag look. She glanced to her left as the door was shut behind her, proceeding to regard her cellmate with suspicion and dislike, making it clear that she was not here to make friends. When one was attempting to hide their gender, it made sense to remain as isolated as was possible.