Of course. (0pen)

Celena, being the self centered, not caring, slut, that she literally was did not care in the least when this new girl was thrown into her little kingdom. This place was not really like a kingdom though, she just liked to call it that. Since it was basically her room anyways, until now. I could sit with my shirt off, not caring who the fuck looked. After all, it was just nudity, something that Celena was quite used to by this point in her life. Back in District Three she had guys staring at her all the time, so what difference did it make if some Peacekeepers were staring at her.

Now with that new - what gender was that person - it in her cell, she did not exactly feel comfortable with her shirt off. In the darkness she quickly tried to look for it, but it was to no avail. Chances were that a Peacekeeper took it, or she had just ripped it up in frustration. Really, the time in here seemed like an eternity for Celena, she did not know day from night and night from day. It worried her. Night was the time that she liked the most, but when one is forced to deal with eternal night, they get quite sick and scared of it. Celena was scared of the dark, she wanted someone to comfort her. But what boy, if in fact it was a boy in her cell, would comfort a hot girl with her shirt off. Chances are nobody would.

"Look, if you want to survive in this cell here are the rules, first, don't stare at me. Second, I have bottom bunk. Third, I am your superior. Fourth, I get bottom bunk, and lastly, give me your shirt, I need it more than you."

The last part of her sentence was somewhat a joke, but Celena doubted this new person would get it. She did not exactly look like a hardened criminal, and she probably was not. Celena may not have been an awful person, but she did in fact commit crimes regularly. This other person, clearly, did not.