Realistic or Modern Cells.

[spectro]

It's 2112.


The government is corrupted by the Supreme Leader; Ifrit Globe.


The so called 'Life Criminals' have been taken into a large prison called the 'Clausus'.


You are one of the Life Criminals.


It's up to you if you want to be truly innocent or secretly guilty.


The story so far:


You have been moved from Cell Block 2 to Cell Block 15 because the prison is making changes.


In the group, there is a man named 'Cloud Sinksmith'. He wants to break out of the prison, to leave and get out of the country and away from Ifrit. He is going to start a plan with the others in her block; that's you. You can choose to help, or refuse to. You can pretend to help, but really turn him into the Government. It's up to you. You can be innocent, guilty or be someone posing as guilty/innocent. Whatever you choose, do not blow you cover.


Positions:


~Prisoner C1: Ophelia Lock(Closed)


~Prisoner C2: Julias Caneson(Closed)


~Prisoner C3: Sasha Jasper(Closed)


~Prisoner C4: Davis Willelm(Closed)


~Prisoner C5: Sefryn Kohana(Closed)


Rules:


~Rpn rules apply, obviously.


~Won't accept half-assed character skeletons.


~Minimum of 3 sentences per post.


~Grammar must be up to scratch, full stops, capital letters etcetera.


Cell Layout:


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[spectro]

Cloud slumped down against the wall of his cell. He sighed and looked over at the room. He supposed this room was nicer than his last. It was bigger, for a start, and actually had an armchair and a tv; not that he was going to use it. How could any sit in a room like this, staring at the censored television shows, being lied to on the news, listen to some airhead talk about some fat ass eating the most hot dogs in ten seconds, when really, he should be talking about the poverty in the East, or more importantly, he could talk about people being locked up in awful places like this.


It was lonelier in his last cell, the door was a thick wooden one, with just a slot for a window. This one had bars, so he could see the people in the opposite cells and hear the guards chatting away about nonsense, but it was better than nothing. He ran his hands through his short hair and thought of his wife, his little girl. How could he have killed them? It wasn't possible, he loved them. Ifrit just wanted to blame him for leaving the armed forces too young.


Or did he kill him?


All these mixed up thoughts, the unknown, who did it? Why did it happen to him?


But he couldn't think now, he just breathed and watched the new inmates walk in.

 

[Dark_Psycho]

Ophelia slumped in her cell. She looked around. She muttered to herself as she always did." Much better cell then that last one dont you think?"She asked herself. Ophelia agreed and paced the cell. She walked in circles around and around.


As she dud she relived her murders. She had a wicked smile set on her lips." Oh how delicious those bodies were when dead." She said. She was humming slowly she finally went to the bars of her cell and looked out."we can see the outside world in this cell."She says and smiles.She was half Mad half sane.


Ophelia was smiling ti herself as sge looked over at the cell across from her. There wasn't enough light to fully see in the cell. She could make out a figure. She looked about and sighed. she wanted a way out of here.She didn't belong here. None if it was her fault.She hoped to be getting out soon.


Irish Ice Queen

 

[spectro]

"Running around like that won't get you outta here." Cloud pinched the bridge of his nose. "It'll only make you crazier." He looked at the figure in the opposite cell and walked towards the bars. "Well, what's your name?" It felt nice to talk to someone, even if she was crazy. "I'm Cloud."

 

[Dark_Psycho]

Ophelia heard him talking she jumped back."oh god that voice is actually real. I am not crazy, and it is not running around it is pent up aggression and I am putting it to use.." Ophelia said. She looked over at with a small frown on her lips.when he told him her name.she smiles, " The Names Ophelia. "She says. Her head turned slightly. "Shut up I am not telling him that."She said to her self in and almost whisper.She turned back and smiled. "So what landed you in here?" She asked.


Irish Ice Queen

 

[Hoax]

Sasha's fingers drummed absently on the floor, her body face down on the cold ground of her cell. "Ahg…" She muttered, dropping both hands to the floor. Two of her prison-mates has started talking, both voices echoing in the silent cells. Sasha kicked her legs a few times, trying to get the feeling back into them, but just ended up making herself more restless. She had energy to burn, but noting to burn it on. Sure, she could run around her room or do sit ups or whatever, but that she'd been doing that for months. Months and months of nothing but trying in vain to stave off the crushing boredom of prison. Sure, the others had been in there longer than her, but hey. Why should she care? They were either criminals, or innocent people framed as criminals.


"Well. Finally somebody speaks." She muttered, not bothering to move or look out of her cell. Hearing another person's voice was pretty nice, but it still didn't give her body something to do. Sasha would sing, but she didn't exactly feel comfortable humming around a bunch of strangers in prison.

 

[LivieLay]

( My post wont usually be long .... ) Julia was sleeping her cell, dreaming of that horrible night she came home to her family dead. She began screaming in reality and other inmates groaned with annoyance. A guard walks by and bangs the bars of her cell with a metal pipe. The pipe is usually used to shut people up. Julia flung forward in her tiny bed and then pulled her legs to her chest as she looked at the guard. He walks away and she sighed, laying her head on her knees that are still pulled up to her chest. She can hear others talking but she keeps to herself.