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Prolouge 1: Freakin' Me Out
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Two weeks ago...

Jake sucked in a deep lungful of air but still his chest felt tight and constricted. The back of his neck felt prickly and wet with sweat. Would it work? Was it working now? It had to, he was so close now, so close to his dream. Jake had never wanted to be anything except a hero, how many hours had he spent after school, practicing, planning.

The examiner, a balding middle aged man hiding his eyes behind dark sunglasses droned on and Jae had to force himself to listen, the man's voice sounded tinny and muffled and Jake didn't like that his eyes were hidden. It felt like the man was looking straight at him? Why would he be? He couldn't tell, could he? How would he be able to tell and wouldn't they have already dragged away?

Jake felt electricity crackle through his veins as his quirk flared. It felt stronger than normal, just like the guy said it would. It felt wild but good, with this power Jake could take any of the stuck up elites around him, with this power he had the strength to stand here. No one could take that away from him, he was strong enough to hold onto it.

Something brushed up against Jake and his heart rate spiked. They were coming for him! Without thinking he lashed out and felt something soft crumple against the back of his fist and there was a scream. Jake stumbled back and turned around to see a girl his own age clutching her face, bright, crimson blood streaming down between her fingers. Then someone grabbed Jake from behind and everything turned that same shade of crimson.

Three Days Ago...

"I still think it's bad idea,"

Nestled in a booth in the back of a dark, quiet bar two figures sat, talking in low tones while their drinks: a whiskey sour for him and a diet coke for her, remained untouched.

"Well it's a bit late now, the funding's already in place, the chief got the bigwigs to sign off on everything. God knows how," This was the male speaking, his voice was gravelly but surprisingly rich and he sounded faintly amused.

"But we'll be putting these kids in danger! Besides they're not the most... stable, I just don't like the idea of putting them in such a high pressure situation!" The woman spoke with clipped, professional tones, laced with urgency and tiredness.

"Let's go over the profiles one more time," said the man, aiming for conciliatory with his tone.

There was a sigh and then the woman shifted a briefcase from the floor to the table, opening it to display a loose stack of photographs.

"Prospect 19: Convicted of grand theft after a failed bank heist. displays extreme risk taking behavior and an inflated sense of his own capabilities. Extremely mistrustful.

Prospect 26: convicted of several counts of assault after embarking on a short lived career of vigilantism. Displays violent tendencies, rash decision making and unresolved issues centered on the arrest of her Father

Prospect 32: convicted of assault and several cases of petty theft, lived without a permanent address for seven years and prior to that resided in an orphanage. Displays unresolved issues related to the death of his mother and professional heroes in general. Displays antisocial behaviour, habitual unreliability and difficulty forming meaningful relationships. Extremely mistrustful.

Prospect 41: Brutally assaulted his own Father, is highly introverted, often displays a cold or blunt manner calculated to push people away. Extremely mistrustful.

Prospect 58: Participated in an underground fight club, arrested for several cases of assault and battery as well as unlicensed gambling. Displays a long history of emotional and violent outbursts as well as difficulty displaying emotions. Extremely mistrustful.

Prospect 67: Convicted of destruction of property and assault after trying to burn her classroom down. Tends to alternate between apathy and explosive anger, unresolved abandonment issues and resentment directed at her parents. Extremely mistrustful.

Prospect 84: Arrested for assault, kidnapping and torture after exacting vigilante justice in retaliation to his sister's injury in a car crash. Exhibits a long history of violent behavior,consistent problems with authority figures and a serious lack of regard for his own safety."

Prospect 89: Serial breaking and entering, theft and trespassing. Appears erratic, displays difficulty maintaining focus and, while extremely loyal exhibits a combined lack of cynicism and emotional dependency that would make them extremely easy to manipulate.

There was a long, awkward pause between the two of them, then the man spoke.

"Okay,"" he said carefully. "I agree they're not perfect. But they're the best chance we've got,"

Chapter 1: I Want To Break Free
Fort Alder Experimental Youth Development Unit (FAEYDU)
9:27 am
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"Arkel. Kaden
Starr. Sirius
Beid. Kliffton
Pyre. May
Grid. Charis
Savos. Raymond
Zaliki. Neith
and Tallihasey. Desmond are to report to the Warden's office immediately. That will be all"

Most of the residents of Fort Alder payed the announcement that crackled over the loudspeakers no mind. Despite the fancy name this was still a prison after all, everyone had enough to deal with without worrying about somebody else's problem. And this was almost certainly a problem make no mistake. The Warden was a very stern person and during the month or so the six people mentioned in the announcement had been at Fort Alder a summons to his office had never been good news.

Not that they had much choice in the matter. If the residents named in the announcements dragged their feet then one of the Unit's many heavily armored guards would track them down and escort them more forcefully to the office. Upon arrival at the Warden's office the six inmates would see each other, but rather curiously no Warden...

Welcome to Fort Alder Experimental Youth Development Unit! Despite the name it is mostly harmless, although there's a wide range of inamtes ranging from the scared and mostly harmless to some pretty dangerous types. Couple of things to note. *Your characters have been here around a month, maybe a week or two either side. *Inmates' quirks don't work. Nobody really knows why though there are lots or theories and rumors, the most popular being that there's something in the food. Some inmates are serving a second sentence here or know someone who spent time here and have reported that quirk's tend to return to full power about a day after leaving the prison so the effect isn't permanent. Mutant quirks which are integrated into the body more completely, are still present to some degree but tend to function much less efficiently than they otherwise would *Your characters are, right now, in the Warden's office. There's a guard outside but otherwise it's just you guys and you aren't really sure why you're there. This is an opportunity to introduce yourselves to each other, or simply present your character the way you want to present them. Very soon I will make a follow up post moving us along so don't worry if you're feeling like there isn't that much going on.

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Desmond Tallihasey
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Desmond stood in the corner of the Warden's office, crossing his arms across his chest and keeping his back to the wall. No matter what, growing up, he knew that as long as there was something or someone guarding your back, you were okay if you were smart. And while he had already been here for nearly a month, he still knew that things within a prison could be worse than anything on the street. Thankfully, no one has seemed to pester him yet, and he didn't want to start any fights either. As long as he served his sentence without any problems, he would be able to get out sooner. However, what he was mostly thankful for was that nobody asked him what he was in the prison for.

Back to the problem at hand, Desmond was confused on why he had been summoned to the Warden's office. And not just him, but a few other inmates as well. Which was even more confusing. Aside from a few words, he didn't really talk to many of the other inmates. And to his knowledge, he hasn't caused any incidents that he would need scolding or punishment for, and to his knowledge, neither had any of the others that were gathered. They were all dressed in the same blue button-up shirts and tan pants, so their individualism felt taken from them. However, most of them all had a trait about them that stuck out, such as Desmond's dreads.

His mouth twitched slightly, barely noticeable to anyone else in the room. 'Man, this is annoying. My exercise got interrupted, so hopefully these guys have some good reason to bring me here.' Desmond wasn't dumb enough to argue with the officers in the building, because he heard stories of crazy guards who would do questionable actions to inmates who spoke up.

Desmond took a breath, slowly getting accustomed to a lower amount of oxygen intake than he had normally been used to before he was locked up. Whatever was effecting the inmate's Quirks definitely felt strange for him. Sometimes, it would hurt when he tried to take in more air, due to his extra two lungs being effected, but as he practiced, he got better at understanding how deep he should actually breathe. And he knew that he would then have to get used to breathing in more once he was out of the prison.

 

[Webs Elk]

Kliff

As Kliff sat in a seat, he looked around the room and wondered what everyone was there for. Kliff himself knew that he couldn't have possibly done anything wrong as Kliff was basically a model prisoner. He always followed the schedule, followed the rules (most of the time), and for the most part did what he had to avoid getting in trouble. Not because he had to but because he wanted to as Kliff saw the Fort Alder as an upgrade from his life before. The only downside Kliff saw was that he couldn't do his live streams. Fortunately, Kliff met a few people who also were arts geeks so Kliff's attention had mostly been on the various art-related clubs. Due to his innate skill and practice, Kliff actually gained the nickname of the "Renaissance Man of Fort Alder", and even had a quite a few followers (mostly due to his videos when he wasn't incarcerated), including the arts tutors brought in to run the clubs, although Kliff only saw a few, as in two, of his peer followers as true friends.

Pulling a box of pocky from his pocket, Kliff began to munch on the sticks as he waited in his chair, Hopefully, they inform us on what's going on by the time lunch comes. I've been starving all day.

Kliff smiled as he thought back to about 5-6 weeks ago when he first arrived at Fort Alder, when his mother came to visit him. Kliff hoped that if he ever made it out of Fort Alder, he could live with her. Kliff started to hum a song she taught him when he was 5, but once he realized he wasn't alone, Kliff cleared his throat and stopped. Kliff then zipped the orange jacket his mother sent him up about 3/4 of the way. Although Kliff had to help the cafeteria with clean up every day since he got it to be allowed to wear it, Kliff saw it as worth it to be reminded of his mother every day. It also helped him with the lack of his quirk, as Kliff felt "naked" without his quirk working the way it's supposed to.

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Neith Zaliki

"Twenty....twenty one....twent-...Oh come on are you KIDDING ME!?" Neith's voice rang through the air of the physical recreation area, an enclosed room providing various basic workout options to the youth within the FAEYDU. The dark skinned girl descended from the pull up bar she'd just begin working on, hanging there as she gave a sigh of irritation, her body having worked up a good sweat. "Was JUST getting into the flow of things dammit..." The brunette haired misfit growled to herself, her aggravated tone of voice drawing a warning look from one of the guards, a rather large fellow, passing through whom paused, giving a brief gesture from Neith to the intercom and raising their eyebrows as if to wordlessly say 'well, get your butt moving.'. "Yeah yeah I'm heading off, but I'm taking a shower first. DON'T give me that look Andre, would you wanna go meet the big stuffed shirt of this place reeking of sweat?" Neith spoke sharply to the familiar guard that had given her that pressing expression, the largely built man rolling his eyes as if used to the girl's sharp tongue. "...only thing that I get to enjoy in this flipping joint that remotely lets me blow off some steam. I mean how do they expect me to remain complacent with things like freaking shop class or 'arts and crafts'?" She mumbled to herself as she wiped her brow and stepped into the girl's washroom, slipping into one of the shower stalls before stripping from her current uniform while a fresh and clean uniform along with a towel lay on a small hook outside the stall. One quick, and sobering, cold shower later, Neith putting on the fresh threads she'd brought before leaving the washroom with her dirty uniform tossed into the large laundry bin near its exit. Almost running into an all too familiar face, Neith let loose a heavy sigh. "Who the-sheesh do you really need to stand posted outside here? Trying to get a peek inside?" Neith spoke to the guard called Andre, one she'd come to know by name, having an exasperated tone, but not seeming to blow up on him terribly so beyond mild annoyance. "I said I'm going, will you get off me big guy? Getting all prim and proper for authority like how you try and teach us." She commented, starting to head off before glancing over her shoulder and blinking as she saw Andre begin walking behind her. "Eeesh, warden's really got his underwear in a bunch for me to get over there. Don't worry big guy I'll make sure you're nice and safe when we get there, just stick close to me." Neith spoke as walked and laced her hands behind her head, the guard behind her remaining quiet as he generally always did on his rounds. Andre the guard, or 'big guy' as Neith called him, was your classic 'big strong and silent type' and an acquaintance of Neith whom she'd come to know with regularly coming by him as he did his rounds and she her usual day to day activities.

Eventually coming to the warden's office, the place not hard to find with her escort, Neith turned to give an exasperated bow to the guard Andre. "Well it's been swell big guy but it seems I'm off to bigger and better places. I'll be sure to put in a good word for you in the satisfaction survey." She quipped, moving to open the door before giving it a firm kick with her foot, just enough to let it swing open and bang against its doorstop. Immediately spotting a few other faces, Neith raised an eyebrow as she stepped inside, the door closing behind her while a whistle left her lips. "Wow, this place is pretty nice, really gives off a bourgeois feeling compared to what we get out there." Neith spoke to nobody in particular before glancing at the two others around the room, two boys from the look of things. She didn't really know either of them, Neith having largely kept to herself save for earning a few acquaintances and equal enemies as she served her time. Aside from a handful of serious fights, Neith had minded her own business for the most part, at least when it came to not getting into trouble. The question of why she was here certainly did come to mind as well as who else was coming. Neith knew other names had been named off, but she didn't pay much attention until her own had been called out. For the time being the brunette simply leaned against a small cushioned armchair, glancing over at the brown haired boy munching on some sorta stick snack. "Hey, short dude sitting down and chomping on whatever that is. How 'bout you toss one of those over here." Neith spoke to Kliff, giving a beckoning finger as she posed her version of a perfectly kind request as she waited for the rest of whomever to show up.​

 

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MAY PYRE

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It was another monotonous day for May as she waited in line along with a few of other prisoners at the prison store. After her first few days of incarceration she quickly fell into a cycle of waking up, preforming whatever activity that was available at that time, eating whatever was put in front of her and then returning to her cell. In all aspects she was the ideal prisoner. Never disobeyed orders, never caused trouble or broke any rules and mainly kept to herself. However because they were trying to rehabilitate these prisoners she was urged to take up some sort of class or club to occupy her time. Since she never finished high school when she was caught the psychiatrist suggested that she take remedial classes so that when she finally was released she could skip the supposed embarrassment of having to repeat certain grades while being older. Having nothing better to do May agreed to take remedial classes in English and math, two of her worst subjects, in return for credits at the prison store. This brought her to where she was now as the line finally moved up as she came face to face with Lucas, one of the guards who ran the store.

"Morning Luke." She scanned the available items that were on display behind him as she mentally took count of how many credits that she had saved up. The classes provided a decent amount provided that she was passing, however she would probably never be able to afford some of the more expensive luxuries with what she had saved up so she decided to keep it simple. "I'll take an energy drink." The man behind the counter nodded and fetched a bright red energy drink from a cooler somewhere behind him. He typed something into a terminal underneath the counter before handing the drink over to May. "Thanks." Deciding to call it an early day she began to make her way towards the cell block.

Before she could reach the cell block however the prisons loudspeaker crackled to life as an announcement from the warden echoed through the prison. May sighed to herself as she stopped and turned around as she made her way towards the warden's office. It wasn't often that she found herself in the man's office, but she knew better than to try and stop by her cell. If the warden wanted you in his office you would be in his office, whether you wanted to or not. "Wonder why I'm being called to his office though. Didn't do anything wrong since I set foot in this place." The thought saddened her as she remembered exactly what she aspired to be before she ended up incarcerated before dismissing it.

By the time she reached the office itself one of the few heavily armed guards stood watch outside of the office. He gave May a once over before nodding and returning his gaze forward. Taking that as a sign that she was allowed to enter she opened the door and scanned the room. There were two other prisoners in the room, both boys and both looking just as confused as May was. "So does anyone know why I was ca-" She stopped mid sentence as she finally saw the third person in the room, the door closing behind her with a soft click. There was no mistaking it, she was May's childhood friend Neith. Her mind raced as she panicked, trying desperately to make sense of what she was seeing. The new information was too much for her brain to process and she shouted the first thing that came to her head. "What the fuck are you doing here!?"

 

[Webs Elk]

Kliff

Kliff continued eating when someone walked in. Kliff saw it was a girl that he didn't know but saw around. Even without his eidetic memory, she was memorable in ways Kliff didn't understand.

"Hey, short dude sitting down and chomping on whatever that is. How 'bout you toss one of those over here."

Kliff looked around before realizing she was talking to him.

Kliff looked warily at her before shrugging. He gave her the rest of his picky and pulled out a second box.

So few minutes later, another girl walked in and once she saw the first girl, Kliff could feel the tension.

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Being handed the odd stick-like snack, Neith took it before munching on it. There wasn't much to the snack, insanely light, the flavored coating helping to spice up the otherwise bland foodstuff. For the time being the dark skinned girl held the snack in her mouth munching away at it, the stick ever so slowly disappearing between her lips as she waited with the other two. Neith didn't see herself becoming too fond of the snack, but it was a nice little sweet to sate her sweet tooth on.

Looking around the office, Neith gave a sigh as he seemed to just be waiting patiently. "So anyone wanna hazard a guess as to what are we-" Right as Neith began to speak the door to the warden's office opened up, her attention turning as she heard a familiar voice speak just as she did. 'No way, nooooooooooo freeeeeeaking way......' Her thoughts rang in her head as she came to look at an old friend she never thought she'd see again. She thought she'd heard a familiar name in that lineup over the intercom, but Neith largely brushed it off. "What the fuck are you doing here!?" Neith's words mirrored May's as the two voiced their shock in unison. A bitter taste built up to the back of Neith's mouth, her hands closing into fists as she clenched her jaw. The last thing she was expecting to find was May but at the same time Neith was shocked they hadn't bumped into each other up until now. "Lost your dreams of being a hero so you decided to become some low class crook eh? What, did you feel so bad for the criminals of the city that you decided to join them so you all could hold hands and talk about your feelings; become rehabilitated and be 'changed' from your wicked ways? Wouldn't be surprised with your pansy ass stance on dealing with real scum bags." The brunette spoke with venom in her voice, her body tense as she looked down at May.

The two bore a rather stark height difference, Neith standing a good six inches over her rival, and yet with her quirk May was easily the strongest out of the two of them. Neither had their quirks, however, so things were skewed in the larger girl's favor somewhat. So many emotions Neith had suppressed welled forth as she and May stared at each other. The disarray from her arrest and feelings toward her father mixed with the anger, frustration, sense of betrayal, and numerous other emotions she held toward her once friend all drove Neith's body tense and her mind to attack. Neith wasn't an idiot though, even though she wanted nothing more than to lay into the girl in front of her, the brunette knew the minute she started anything she'd be brought down fast and hard enough to leave her seeing stars. So for the time being Neith compromised to throwing the heated, angry words of hers May's way. "Reeeeeeeally lucky we're in the warden's office May....really lucky." Neith finished those words before she crossed her arms and leaned against the armchair she'd originally relaxed against until May's arrival. The once lax and nonchalant expression of Neith's was replaced with one of hardness and hostility, a cold aggression emanating from the stare she bore toward May.

 

[Shotgunpenguin]

MAY PYRE

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"There is no way that this could be happening. There was no fucking way that this can be happening." May felt her grip on her drink tighten as her heat began to pound in her chest. Even with her quirk suppressed by whatever it was that they did she could still feel her blood begin to boil as Neith began to rip into her. Her words cut deep as she gritted her teeth, the energy drink in her hands threatening to burst from how hard she was gripping it. "I could say the same to you. What, did your hate boner for criminals grow so big that you couldn't handle it anymore? Tell me, how many lives do you think that you've ruined with the beatings you've given people? Must be nice to see the world in just black and white, always justifying your actions by saying that it's for the good of others. You're no better than them, you're just like-" Your father "-all of those criminals you condemn." The redhead spat her words back at Neith, staring right up into her eyes. Even with her rage beginning to boil she refused to compare Neith to her father. She made a promise to herself that no matter what she would never bring her father up against her, no matter how much she wanted to right now.

It felt weird, looking into the eyes of her childhood friend with such hatred. It reminded her of the times where the two would compete against each other, however the friendly rivalry that was shared between them was no more. Now all that remained was a blazing hatred that they shared. A multitude of emotions bubbled to the surface as rage mixed with sadness, a small amount of joy, and fear mixed to form a volatile cocktail inside of her. She wanted nothing more than to leap across the room and slug Neith right in her face, and if they were outside of the prison she probably would have already, however two things stopped her from doing that. First was the fact that her quirk was currently disabled, something she wouldn't have minded if it wasn't for who she would be fighting. Say what you want about technique and skill but a height and weight advantage go a long way in a fight. Second was the fact that they were currently in the wardens office with other prisoners, and a fight would certainly be ended by the guards just as fast as it was started. So instead she forced those emotions down before shooting off her response. "Yeah lucky for you. Still sore from the beating I gave you at school?" May leaned back against the wall by the door and opened her drink, taking a sip before letting it hang in her hand by her side while stuffing her free hand in her pocket. She refused to meet Neith's eyes again as she felt her try and burn a hole in her head, instead deciding to study the wallpaper in the office.

 

[DarknessSama17]

Kaden Arkel sat alone in the cafeteria when is name along with a few others were called to to the warden's office. Kaden stuffed the last piece of his strawberry shortcake in his mouth before wiping the crumbs from his mother using a napkin. The boy had no idea why the warden would request an audience with him. He had kept a low profile since he'd gotten her week ago. The plan was to serve his time and bail out. Once out he'd search for the asswipes who left him to rot here and beat their faces in.

We'll that was the plan and that plan just might be going out the window sooner than he would've expected. Well whatever. Kaden thought to himself rising to his feet and stretching his arms upwards. Let's see what's up for today. With that the boy left the bustling lunchroom and headed for the warden's office. He remembered vaguely were it was from the tour he'd received when he first arrived. Now he was trying to call upon those memories to be his guide but sadly Kaden was not paying much attention during the tour. In hindsight, the boy knew it would be a bad idea not to learn the in's and out's of the detention center since he'd always had a horrible sense of direction but he didn't care. He figured he'd just explore and find everything later which he did. Kaden just didn't bother to learn for himself were the warden's office was. Kaden had thought he'd do his time without ever having meet the man.

"So much for that." Kaden said aloud. Spotting a guard, the mocha skinned boy put his hands in the pockets of his slacks provide by the prison and approached the heavy set man while asking directions to the warden's office. The guard made a face as if annoyed by Kaden's question but still give him instructions as asked. The gaurd then sent the boy on his way. Within minutes Kaden had made it to his destination. Two more gaurds stood on either side of the door. The boy walked passed opened the door too find other kids in the office. He looked around taking in each face. He noted the the atmosphere seemed rather dense. Judging by their faces, Kaden guessed it was the two girls.

Well, whatever. He thought to himself as he found a wall to lean against. Not my problem. While waiting for the warden's arrival, Kaden's mind drifted off. He daydreamed of free running using his qurk. He cursed his luck. If not for those double crossing bastards, he'd be out there living his life instead of locked in a room with other criminals. Kaden's mind locked on that thought. Yeah...Kaden was definitely sure he didn't like being trapped in a small room with other criminals.

 

[Webs Elk]

Kliff

As the two girls went back and forth, Kliff rolled his eyes in annoyance as he began drumming his fingers and his eye began twitching. The last thing he wanted while wanted anxiously for the Warden was to be annoyed by the squabbling of two complete strangers. Especially one he just gave some of his pocky to.

Before he did something he would "regret", though he actually regrets nothing so far, Kliff dug through his work bag and pulled out his journal, a pencil, and a piece of beef jerky. The bright side of his job in the kitchen was that the cafeteria employees loved him and therefore gave him some extra commodities whenever they could get away with it. Kliff also loved working with them, mostly because they reminded him of the maids, butlers, and other working-class employees that worked at his home before Fort Alder. The only people stopping Kliff from being sent to Fort Alder earlier.

As Kliff began drawing the office, which was definitely more decorative than the rest of the facility, Kliff watched as another person entered the room.

5 down, 3 more to go ... Kliff thought as he continued sketching everything in the room, from the people to the plants to the desk. As he did so his mind wandered back to the girls. For reasons he couldn't understand, he was becoming more and more annoyed at the both of them, not because they fought but because they acted surprised that the other was also called to the office, despite the fact both of their names were called. They interrupted his peace and quiet because they couldn't pay attention to the freaking announcements.

As Kliff's eye began twitching over nothing, his grip began to tighten as he sketched, until eventually,, he cracked his pencil. Sighing, he dug through his bag and pulled out another pencil and began sketching again, as he tried to put the two girls to the back of his mind.

I probably won't see them after this meeting anyway, so it doesn't really matter Kliff thought.

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Desmond Tallihasey
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As more people began to show up, Desmond started to get more and more curious about what they were here for. What reason would the Warden have for all of them to gather here? No one here was involved in any recent incidents in the prison because, since Desmond had showed up, there hadn't been many serious problems. So then the Warden must have some other reason for them all, other than to chew them all out. Reaching up to his head, he grabbed a handful of his dreads, hoping that he hadn't been called down due to his lack of a haircut. The only people he ever let touch his hair was his mother and his barber, so if he was forced to cut it, then he would probably start his first fight here.

He silently watched the two girls start to bicker, throwing heated words at one another with almost no regard for their surroundings. Desmond began to chew on his bottom lightly as he watched the interaction, his eyes sliding over to the door leading out of the Warden's office, wondering if the guard outside would come in if the situation got out of hand, or if he would just ignore it all. Frankly, Desmond found the idea of them throwing hands at each other problematic, because the Warden would just group them all together for punishment.

Pushing off the wall, he walked over to the two girls, keeping his arms folded in front of his chest. He stood between the two of them, speaking in his gentle, almost sweet tone. "You two should stop already. Whatever beef you both have with one another, settle it somewhere else. Of all places, the Warden's own office isn't the best place to throw insults. Settle your differences in the commons or something, but I don't want you two to start ripping out each other's hair and you drag myself and these other two into it." He jabbed a thumb in the direction of the brown-haired boy who was drawing, and the other dark-skinned boy. "Some of us would prefer to get out of here as soon as possible. If you have problems, either talk it out like adults or be quiet."

Happy with what he said, he walked out from between them and to the boy who was drawing, leaning over his shoulder to see what he was drawing. He raised an eyebrow quizzically, noticing that it was the beginning of what looked like the office they were in. "Artist, huh? Neat." Standing back up, he looked over to the other boy, noticing an absent-minded look on his face, like he was daydreaming. Desmond frowned, wondering what happy thing he was thinking of while they were in such a dismal place.

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"Why that's uncommonly good advice," said a deep voice with the lightest trace of a Texan drawl. "Might I suggest you young ladies take it under advisement?"

The Warden, a man by the name of Walter J. Kodiak was, in every sense of the word large. He didn't so much lean in the door frame that lead to his office as much as he burst out of it. He was broad, from his shoulders to his hips with a body that was slowly rounding and softening with age but carried himself in such a way that hinted at the unyielding muscle underneath. His hair was well into the business of greying and so the wiry, silver hair bristled on top of his head, on his upper lip and over his piercing blue eyes.

However the warden's most notable feature could only be related to his quirk. His arms were massive, two or three times thicker than regular arms and covered in thick, brown hair. Finally these arms ended in large paws with nasty looking black claws extending from them. These arms had served the Warden well in his previous career, for he had been a fairly successful professional hero for many years and his administration had been intended as a sort of working retirement.

The warden heaved a rumbling sigh and walked slowly over to his desk, seating himself as his suffering deskchair wheezed under him. He did not look happy, although it was rare for the man to actually smile, his face was crinkled up as if chewing on something and it was several seconds of heavy silence before he spoke.

"What we are about to discuss is never to leave this room," he said bluntly, making stern eye contact with each of the inmates in turn. "None of you are in trouble, however you might very easily find yourselves in trouble from this point onwards. If you do you will not be able to rely on the contents of this conversation as a defense or excuse. I will deny categorically that anything except an entirely routine disciplinary hearing took place here.

The warden took another moment to glare at all of them then, with another sigh, placed a tablet on his desk and fiddled with it until an audio file began playing. A woman's voice, precise and businesslike, began speaking.

"Good afternoon, how are you enjoying your stay at Fort Alder so far? Hopefully you've made the most of it, but a month or so of this sort of place tends to wear thin on anybody and you all have at least a few years to go. On top of that you need to be thinking about what you'll do after this, I'm sure you're aware of this but a criminal record looks fairly poor on a job application and some lines of work such as the police force or professional heroism are closed off. You have my sympathy, however I have not made contact in such an unconventional manner merely to commiserate. What I have for you is an opportunity, it will be difficult and dangerous however in return I can promise that your sentences will be cut short and your criminal record erased as well as fair financial compensation for your time and effort.

Now you might be somewhat skeptical, hearing all of this from an anonymous recorded voice however for assurance you need only look to your warden. He has been ordered to show you this tape by his superiors who are in turn taking their orders from someone even further up, although I can't tell you much more at this juncture, please understand that his undertaking is entirely legal and has been sanctioned by the right people.

I'm telling you all of this because what I'm about to ask you to do is extremely unorthodox and quite risky on your part. If you fail I can't help you in any way and if you so much as mention this recording you will find your stay here at Fort Alder rather suddenly extended. If you aren't one hundred percent on board with this idea you can and should refuse this offer and carry on with your life. If however you are certain you want to take this risk then there are three conditions.

One: Do not mention this recording to anyone, even each other.

Two: Do not kill or permanently injure anyone.

Three: Escape from the prison."

With that the recording clicked and was silent. The warden was silent for a few seconds to let the contents of the message sink in and then coughed into his fist.

"There you have it. Most ridiculous damn thing I ever heard. The part about me is true though, I was ordered to let you hear it to prove that it weren't any kind of prank or trap. Whoever these people are, they work for the government and as far as I can tell they really can do everything they promised. However-" With that the Warden's face became stern, his blue eyes piercing like laser beams and it was suddenly apparent what a terrifying figure he must have been to criminals during his hero days.

"I was ordered to play this recording for you. I was NOT ordered to go along with this ridiculous idea in any way whatsoever. I am not going to stand by and just let you escape my prison and if I catch you trying you will receive exactly the same sentence as anyone else. You'll only get any of the benefits that the recording mentioned if you can get of here despite me and my staff doing our best to stop you and I would like to take this juncture to remind you that there have been zero successful escape attempts since I took up the position of warden here, I record I intend to preserve. If you have one iota of sense between you you'll all go back to your cells and forget everything that happened here. Now I'm not taking any questions, so the lot of you are dismissed,"

Alrighty! With that you all now have a certain amount of free reign. Your objective is to escape the prison but you can go about this pretty much anyway you want, get creative and if you put in the effort things'll work out. Probably. You can work together or alone and you can choose whatever approach you like, although if you're a bit stumped than simply pay close attention to my posts and you should be able to find some kind of opportunity. The way this segment of the RP will work is that each post is going to contain one, significant action that gets you closer to escape the prison. One post might be say, scouting out the prison walls, or asking other inmates about previous escape attempts. On top of your significant action you can also do as much fluff or character stuff as you like, however if you want to do a scene with another player or players, I ask that you make a collab post and resolve it within that. This section of the rp is going to span over days and weeks so I don't want people getting bogged down in one place for too long. Feel free to make use of the OOC to plan with other players or discuss things. Oh and good luck!

 

[AllHailDago]

Raymond Savos​

Raymond was irritated quite effectively by the call to the warden's office. Right in the middle of his workout time? Raymond knew, logically, that his workout tended to last most of the day, every day, for the past three or so months, but still! It was bad enough they greatly limited his time outside, and watched him so closely during said time. Like, honestly, without his quirk it wasn't like he was going to up and poof into thin air! This stupid quirk blocker whatever they had even blocked his ability's passive effects of being immune to air resistance in his day to day life, or his superior breathing control. Which had initially really messed him up for a few days when he suddenly felt super slow, heavy, and like he couldn't breathe. Thank every god of the skies they had a gym for him to expend energy and work his body into being used to this!

As he made his way to the office at a distracted pace one who knew him would expect, he pondered what he would eat after the meeting. Oh how he missed the scent and taste of barbecue and a nice citrus drink. When he got out of here he was going to go straight to all you can eat barbecue buffet ASAP! He could smell the beefy air now, mmmmm. He wondered for a moment if other countries might have better barbecue then his own. He HAD to find the best barbecue in the world. Perhaps Barcelona would have good barbecue? After all they both started with bar it seemed only sensible. Though they did have that bull run thingy there, which led him to wondering if they had bull barbecue instead of cow. However, the thought cut off abruptly as he smacked face first into the warden's door. He looked around in shock to find a nearby guard looking on and barely stifling a cough, or maybe a laugh? What was so funny Raymond wondered.

Eh, whatever. He promptly slid into the room to find he was the last one to arrive. Oops! He slid quietly to the side of the door after shutting it quietly behind him. It seemed the warden had only just arrived as he was clicking play on some recording. Raymond blinked in surprise at the recording, unsure of its seriousness. As the Warden confirmed its authenticity, and Raymond realizes he wasn't in trouble for not reason, his eyes lit up with sparks of excitement. Excitement that went on unfazed at the warden's declaration that he wouldn't just let them escape. As he told them they could leave Raymond instead cast a glance around at those who would be his partners in crime so to speak.

There was a guy with grayish hair and light blue eyes who Raymond would guess was maybe a year or two older than himself and a several inches taller, a smaller brunette guy who looked about Raymond's age but was shorter by a hair, a guy with some wicked awesome dreadlocks that must take forever to style, and a pair of girls.One was a couple inches shorter than Raymond with rather long hair and her stance implied she wasn't very happy right now. The stance of the other girl was also..... Raymond stopped for a second. Oh geez, it was the girl who he always saw in the work out room. He thought she was really cute but couldn't ever get up the nerve to talk to her before. He couldn't figure if it was because she was taller, or older, or stronger, or what. That didn't happen to him ever, he always had the ability to talk nonstop! He found himself wiping his palms on his pants suddenly and looking entirely away from her. 'Just don't say anything crazy Raymond, and you'll be just fine!'

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[AtlannianSpy]

Just After the Meeting with the Warden...

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As the group of would be escapists left the Warden's office the perceptive among them might have noticed they were being watched by pair of wide, inquisitive, brown eyes. For the benefit of the imperceptive after a few seconds the watcher seemed to gather up their courage and stepped out from behind the corner in the wall to address the group.

The girl, although it was a little hard to tell in her baggy prison uniform, was young compared to average prisoner at Fort Alder and she looked nervous.

"Uhhhm. Ahh, are you really going to escape? I was listening through the door, sorry! But-" The girl broke off suddenly as voices and the sounds of scraping chairs could be heard from inside the office. Narrowing her eyes, the girl dug into her uniform and withdrew a scrunched up ball of paper that she threw in the general direction of the group. If anyone bothered to pick up the paper and smooth it out they would find a rather interesting message.

I KNOW HOW TO GET YOUR QUIRKS WORKING AGAIN

I want to escape as well. We should meet tommorrow, there's a room in the library we can use at 2pm.
​

With the exception of the incident, the rest of the day was likely uneventful for the inmates, each of them had routines to routine to and each of them had time that night to think upon the singular offer they had been given.

The next day, at 2pm...​

The Fort Alder Library was a large but aging room, the carpet was worn down and the wooden shelves looked like they had seen a riot or two. The library wasn't air conditioned so on this hot, summer afternoon it was largely devoid of inmates.

Largely, but not entirely. For a single, skinny girl was occupying an old study room near the back. In her hands was a battered copy of a Stephen King novel, whose first sentence she had been failing repeatedly to actually absorb for the last twenty minutes. Moreso than she was reading, the girl was waiting, waiting for the arrival of some inmates with an important decision ahead of them.

 

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Desmond Tallihasey
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Desmond stepped out of the Warden's office, a thoughtful look in his eyes. Escape the prison? And risk spending more time on his sentence? Why would he do that? He wanted to get out of prison, yes, but he didn't want to make trouble for himself if he could help. He would much rather wait it out patiently until his release. Then he could just carry on with his own life.

However, this could be his chance. He hated the authority within the prison. He didn't like them telling him what to do, and following a set routine that never changed. When he lived with his family, he had enough freedom to feel happy. All he felt in the prison was boredom, and anger. And escaping the prison didn't seem impossible, either. The biggest hurdle for him was the warden, but other than that Desmond could handle himself. He had been in worse situations.

Looking down at his hands, he frowned. "But really...what about after we get out?" He spoke to no one specifically, just to the air around him, and he spoke in a hushed tone to make sure no one heard him.

His attention was taken, though, by a girl who spoke up to them, and then tossed a balled piece of paper to the group of inmates. He reached down and picked it up, proceeding to open it and read it quickly. Once he was done, he frowned again, skeptical of the note. Truly, if they knew how to get people's Quirks to work again, wouldn't they be able to start their own revolt long ago? He passed the paper to the rest of the group, and rubbed his temples. He then turned to the other inmates and gave them each a stern look. "I don't want to repeat myself, so pay attention. Don't do something stupid. That's how you all ended up here, I'm sure. We play our cards right, we can get out of here in one piece. Just keep your mouths shut about anything related to our tasks. Only speak to each other when you know you aren't being heard." With that, he started to walk away, but paused and turned back to look at them. "Also, don't talk to me unless it's something important. I'll be busy." With a dismissive wave, he walked off to continue his day. His first stop? The crafts shop to get some paper and a few pens.

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The Next Day, Library, 2 P.M

Desmond walked into the library, sweat dripping down his forehead. He had his dreads pulled back out of his face to cool off a little bit. He had unbuttoned most of the top buttons of his shirt and rolled the sleeves up to alleviate some of the heat as well. Wiping some sweat off of his face, he groaned. "Less of a library and more of a hellhole." Whatever. He was on the clock now.

Making his way through the library, he saw the study rooms to the back. Looking around quickly, he grabbed a hardcover novel from one of the bookshelves and looked it over. Nodding, he gripped it in his hand as he looked into each of the study rooms, finally finding the one he was looking for with the young girl in it. Knocking on the wall inside the room to get her attention, he pointed to his own book, giving a small smile. "Mind if I read in here?" He didn't give her the time to answer as he just walked in and sat down at the table with her, opening the book, called Eye of the Storm, and beginning to read it. He let a few seconds pass before he said anything. "Now, you really don't expect me to believe that you know how to make our Quirk's work again, right? Because, really, if you knew, wouldn't you have done something already?" His eyes never left his book, and his tone was hushed, yet sharp.

 

[Webs Elk]

Kliff

As he turned towards the door to walk out with everyone else, due to his attention to detail with his art, Kliff noticed the eyes peeking through the crack in the door. Once the eyes revealed a brown eyed little girl, Kliff's interest peaked. Listening to what the girl said, Kliff could definitely relate. However, as the guards in the room stood to follow them out, the girl ran away, throwing a paper ball towards them.

The boy with dreads was the one who picked it up. Reading his facial expressions, Kliff could tell the note held something at the very least interesting inside. Even more intrigued, Kliff grabbed the note once the boy finished reading and began to read it himself, holding it to where a second person could read over his shoulder if they chose to.

After reading it once, Kliff had to reread the note to make sure he wasn't imagining things, mumbling it quietly, but aloud just to commit it to memory. After he finished, he passed the note along, as he thought about it. This girl, who was no older than him, knew how to unlock their quirks, the defining factor that made Fort Adler so effective as a Prison Reform Institution. Kliff couldn't help chuckling as the male with dreads began to speak, "I don't want to repeat myself, so pay attention. Don't do something stupid. That's how you all ended up here, I'm sure. We play our cards right, we can get out of here in one piece. Just keep your mouths shut about anything related to our tasks. Only speak to each other when you know you aren't being heard."

Kliff eyebrow began to twitch as he heard the boy speak, So he's one of those types ...

Feeling angry and offended at the seemingly "high and mighty" male, Kliff snarled as the boy walked off. Officially triggered, Kliff stormed off towards the cafeteria. While he was still in the joint, he might as well did his job.

That night In his Cell
After his rather uneventful day ended, Kliff sat at the desk in his shared cell, writing in his journal, eating a bag of chips. Kliff couldn't help thinking back to the meeting in the warden's office. This was what he has been wishing for his entire life. A chance to start over. Although he wouldn't mind staying in the reform institute, he'd love more to be able to live with his mother, away from the troubles of his old life.

Steeling himself, Kliff began writing a new song, "A Chance To Start Again"

2PM in Library
Today being his free day of work, Kliff decded to see what the girl really knew. He arrived in the library and went to the Music section. As he was looking for a book, he spotted a few of his freinds talking. As they saw him they waved him over, "Hey Kliff! You wanna come with us to practice today?"

Kliff shook his head, "Sorry you guys, I have to work on a project"

Normally Kliff would have given more information, but he couldn't without sticking to his ideaology of truth and honesty. As they walked off, Kliff waved and went back to looking for a book, thinking about the mission, It is a project of sorts, it's just that another synonym would work better

Picking up one of the many music theory books he's already read, Kliff started looking for the meeting place. After looking into two empty study rooms, Kliff finally found the one with the girl and the boy with dreads. Kliff's nose and eyes began to twitch again as he walked into the room, without saying a word. He sat down across from the girl and took out his notebook and flipped his book open to a random page. However, since he already read the book, he knew everything inside of it by heart and began to write down a summary on his notebook. As he wrote he whispered, "I hope you know what you're talking about. If you don't really know how to get our quirks back then you need to tell me now so I can leave."

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Katherine Samsa
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"I do know!" Insisted the girl, as fiercely as she could while still keeping her voice to a low whisper. "The reason I didn't do anything with that information is that it's not going to be easy. I... I couldn't figure out how to do it by myself without getting caught and if they realize that I know then they'll watch me even closer. I didn't know who I could trust but if you guys are planning to escape as well then we can work together. I'm Katherine by the way,"

Would these people really be able to help her escape? Katherine knew she was taking a huge risk by getting involved with them. What kind of person was good to escape from a prison with anyway? What kind of did one look for? Katherine didn't know and she couldn't find any books on the matter either. Katherine didn't want to give away any of her cards before she knew she could trust these people but the expressions the two boys were making looking like skepticism to her and she was worried they would just leave if she didn't do something to convince them.

"There's a drug that they use to suppress our quirks, but it has a weakness. i know because... well... My Father sort of invented it,"

Katherine bit her lip and tried to look firm. "I'm not saying anymore until the others get here!"

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[AllHailDago]

Raymond Savos​

Raymond had spent the entire day after the Warden's office and mysterious note just daydreaming. Well, he'd spent part of it working out and part of it trying to figure out how to talk to Neith too, but mostly it was the daydreaming. He could be out of here, he could have his quirk back, his record could be clean... and he could be a hero. All his dreams that he thought out of reach for months in one case and forever in another may very well be within his reach once more! He worked out even harder than usual out of sheer excitement, though he ended up pulling a muscle in his left arm due to overzealousness without proper precaution. Despite his next level energy, and the pain in his arm, Raymond found sleep came unnaturally easy to him that night.

The next day he awoke and went about his day as usual, including working out until nearly two pm. Unfortunately this led to him being a bit late to the meeting in the library, as he was distracted by several things along the way. It's not like he wasn't trying his best to pay attention to the time! It's just sometimes the discoloration of a particular wall is really interesting, that's all! By the time he arrived, there were already a couple others mid conversation. He caught only the last bit where the mysterious note girl talked about medicine neutralizing their quirks and how her dad invented it. Raymond was SHOCKED... well not really, but he was intrigued!

"You're dad made it huh? That's interesting. Is it in our food? Our water? Our showers? Our beds? Is it in the air?" Raymond practically vomited out the words with how rapid and forceful the questions came out of his mouth. A common sight in the library, Raymond excitedly asking a dozen things about whatever just caught his interest. Even if he was sitting alone and only had a book to talk to. By this point even librarians ignored his rambling, as to engage him was to invite more talking than he was already producing.

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