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(All of my jail stories can be found in the Number 979 folder in my gallery)

I was assigned to cell #13. I arrived at my cell right at dinnertime. One of them cried out loud excitedly when they saw they were gonna have a new cellmate and another yelled "YOUKOSO!" (welcome!).

I had four cellmates:
-Emi, who is Russian, but judging from her Japanese it seems that she grew up here.
-Anri, of Korean descent, although is pretty much Japanese in her demeanor as well.
-Momo, Chinese, who moved to Japan when she was of high school age.
-An old Japanese lady whose name I never learned, but everyone called her "okaasan" which means "mother", so I did the same.

They immediately made a place for me at the dinner mat, handing me my bento and giving me tea. Emi yelled at the guard to get me some chopsticks.

At first I was wondering why the guards never bothered to teach me the facility's procedures, like how to prepare for meals, how to answer to roll call, how to hand items back to the guard, etc., and it turns out that it was expected that my cellmates would take me under their wing and teach me. Which they did.

Description
(All of my jail stories can be found in the Number 979 folder in my gallery)

I was assigned to cell #13. I arrived at my cell right at dinnertime. One of them cried out loud excitedly when they saw they were gonna have a new cellmate and another yelled "YOUKOSO!" (welcome!).

I had four cellmates:
-Emi, who is Russian, but judging from her Japanese it seems that she grew up here.
-Anri, of Korean descent, although is pretty much Japanese in her demeanor as well.
-Momo, Chinese, who moved to Japan when she was of high school age.
-An old Japanese lady whose name I never learned, but everyone called her "okaasan" which means "mother", so I did the same.

They immediately made a place for me at the dinner mat, handing me my bento and giving me tea. Emi yelled at the guard to get me some chopsticks.

At first I was wondering why the guards never bothered to teach me the facility's procedures, like how to prepare for meals, how to answer to roll call, how to hand items back to the guard, etc., and it turns out that it was expected that my cellmates would take me under their wing and teach me. Which they did.