Fandom Mercy Falls: A BNHA Prison RP

[Shining Wizard]

Correctional Officer Stark paged through a day-old newspaper from the relative comfort of his folding chair, awaiting the 7 PM dinner bell. Looking up from a column entitled MEERKAT SAVES CLEVELAND, he took a moment to glare in the general direction of his charges- not that they'd really done anything worth glaring at yet, he just wanted the inmates to know he was onto... Whatever it was they were doing. 44 Block had been suspiciously quiet the last few days, and it didn't take a genius to know that these goobers were collectively a ticking time bomb of pent-up aggression and poor decision making skills rivaled only by that of a 60-year-old fast food counter jockey. Basically, it was only a matter of time before something stupid happened.

That wasn't to say 44 Block was particularly hard to manage, mind. Two cells high by five cells long, with two inmates assigned to a cell. Maximum capacity of twenty, with vacancies a luxury they could rarely afford. Sure, he'd always been pretty leery of the electromagnetic locks on the cell doors, but the shutters that seperated the cell block from the rest of the facility were on the same circuit, so in the event of an emergency all the kids could really do was beat the shit out of each other until the guards had the place on lockdown. Not a bad system on the whole, but a bad place to be if you were in the cell block with 'em when the shutters came down. He shuddered involuntarily.

"One more day..." Stark mumbled as he he returned to his paper. Just one more day. After that he'd have his two days off and the whole place could go to hell if it so chose. He took a deep breath, trying to center himself like they'd told him to in that training seminar last week.

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Alright everyone, time to pick your cell assignments! Put a number between 1 and 10 at the start of your post to choose a cell number. If you end up alone, I'll throw you an NPC roommate. Cells contain a bunkbed, a sink, a toilet, and whatever furnishings our character has managed to scavenge. Inmates are dressed in standard-issue jumpsuits, though if your character chose to modify theirs in some way (removed sleeves etc.) that's something the guards overlook because they don't have the time or energy to police that sort of thing. What does your character do on an average day?

 

[PlusUltra]

Cassandra D Cainhurst "Pandora's Actor"

Cassandra sits along the upper balcony of the cell block, arms draped over the middle and legs hanging loosely through the bars as she observes those below and to either side, sapphire eyes flipping between each individual like many times before as she awaits her daily bread so to speak. *Though i suppose the forgiving the tresspasses part only goes so far, even funnier when they made the witesses swear on that book* . Her outfit had been altered shortly after she had arrived within her cell in a fit of frustration, one leg missing, the top now resembling a open jacket with a thind strip below serving as a Bandeau, or it would until her quirk took effect to return the entire ensemble to her normal outfit, Well that was one benefit to to outway the pain of it. It did make her stand out with the rich clean colors and golden trims.


*L̨͚̪͍̺̘͉̭̒̈́͠iͬ̈҉͚̳̥͕̞̘̗k̐ͬͨ͋̂̿̿̽̾͟͏̺̰̼͍̰̟̞̲e̠̙̖̮ͪ̾̈̾͆̓́͌ ̲̘̱͌ͤ̉t͍͓̼̫̥̳̳̘̤̂h̵̷̩̖̥̳͚̰̮̒̃͋̊́ͮ́i̶͈͎͎̪͗̾͂́̾ͤ̎͋s̛͔̞̼̩͋̀͠?̵͖̙̘̹̰̯̝̼ͮ̈̉͗̔͠ ̨̖͆̒̇j̢͓̠̦̙͍͍̙̙͌̈̍̍̃̉̈̓ͤ̕͠u͓̬̗ͭ̐ͬͪͦ̕ş̿̋̊҉̘̜͖͈t̟̗̝ͫ͛͘͠ ̮̩͌͆̎̃̉̋͟͠h̡̑̑ͥͣ̅̚͏͔̜̲i̛͎͔̤̮̳͖̒͛ͥ͊̍͞t̀̑͏̰͕͍͍ ̶͎̹̹͙̠͚̦̋̓̍̃ͮ̑̚̚t͖̤̮̾ͨ̓̂̚͟ḩ͉͎͙̾ͭ̔͆e̵͍̙͕͍͙͓̥͒͆̾ͣͩ͟m̨̤̰̒̉̀,̦͚̦̉̏ͮ̆͞͡ͅͅ ̡̥̮͉̉̽́̋ͤ̅͗͌̄b̲͎̘̞̞͍͍ͬ̽͘ͅr̪͎͚̊̎̊̎͆͘͠e͔̮̹̞̦͕͍ͯͬ́ͩ̓ͅä̳̞̲̥̥̪̣̝̲́́͋͒ͥk̆̑ͦ̅̄̈̄̑̈́͏͖͕ ͬ̎ͧ̎̽ͩ̓̑̚҉̨͏̥̗̠o̡̱͌̉͛ͣū̗͐ͧͪ̔t̛̝̀̋̒ͧ̐̇͋́,͔̦̻͕̫̆̽ͪͬ͋̍ͯ̈̀͟ ̸̤͉̤̫̼̹͍͊ͥ̊̓́t̛̟̘̗̬̠̀̇̅̓̌̍̆̾a̴̲̺͊̊͊̈́͐̽k̨̻̪̋ͥ̚͟͢ͅḛ̵͒̎͋̌̒͐̒͋͢ ͆̅̓ͯ̽͆͆҉͕͓͖ȉ̫̘̭͍̠͔͎̘̘̑̓ͪͫͩ͢t͆͐ͣ̎̎͡҉̦̭͙͍̺͍,̰̝͔̊̿̓̊̚̕ ̸͖̣̞̭̠ͭ̎̎ͭ͆ͫ̉͊̿͘͜j̶̡͉̦̖̫̪̪̟̀̇͊̅ͩ͠û̺̫̳͔̳͍̗ͯ̇́͘ͅs̨̤̱̐ͩͬͬ̌ͨͬͭ̎̕͢t̰̝̣͖̙͐͜ ͎̣̺̺̹̯̤̮ͮ̐ͬ̄͒̋̅͌ͨ͠l̤̰̗͊̀͢ḭ̡̢̗͎̊ͥ̇̾͘ͅkͧ̓̆̚͝͏̮͇̗e̻̲̳̩̱͉̠͉̅ͧ̕͟ ̼̗̘̜ͧ̈̍̊̇ͧ͆ͧ͡ṯ̴̬̜̳̖͖̝̝͑ͮͦ̆̈̓ͫ̄h̲̺̗̼͔̞̍́͐̈́͂̏ͬ͡e̢͎̹̼͇̘̚mͨ̇ͯ̊͏̲̞̩̣͖,̪̥̻͇͍̝̍̿̆͆ͦ͟ ̧̺̹ͪͪ͗̇̚̚͞͝w̰͊̋̽͂̀̒͠h̡̧̝͇̮̥̰͕̝ͪͯ̔ͣ̀̚oͥ͒ͪͫ̌̔̚͏̨̛̙̖̗̜͇ ̺̲͈͓̓̋ͦͅa̦̙̪̟̮͊́̃ͧͧ͡r͂ͯ͌̾ͬͭ̇́̚҉̥͈̺̱͡ë̢̧̠̥̺͟ ̦̪͓͉͎͕̥̘ͮͨ͜͞ͅÿ̢͚̘̪̦͉̯́̾̊̔̌̚o̴͓̔͂ͭ́̾̚͟ù̙͖̺̮͙̽ͭͫ͒ͤ́́?̛̰̘̻͔̻̳̮͚͙ͩ͌͒ͤ̇̅̉͜͜,̸̱̙̼̜ͤͅ ̖̣̻͎̠̜͕̌͑͝f̛̳͚͓̖̭̳͕͚̙̊̓̊̇̒͠a̼͓̜̭̫̘̯͂ͯ̔̌͢c͙̜̺̱̖̰̣͋͛̄̌͑͗̎͜ͅę̹͈̟̳̪̝̄͐͋͋̉̅̎̈̑͝ ̬̘̞ͣ̎̕͝i͈̻̤̬͚̺͛ͪ̿̾̍ͪ̊ṉ̶̛͚̤̿͐͆ͯ̇*


*SHUT UP!* ugh there goes the pain again, that never ending buzz and voices trying to turn her to be their puppet and was only worse being stuck in this shoebox of a cell block, it was driving her crazy....crazier? heck she doesnt even know at this point. She did try and have fun with that Stark guy earlier on, spot the difference on hard mode and causing a nightmere to keep track of those within the cells as she swapped between appearances in blind spots making them often wonder which was the real one. No agressive, unoffensive, non harmful, but absolutely infuriating without breaking the rules and tennants to become just like those they kept confined.

It had been useful for her services at least to gather the luxuries she had, being able to cover for a person while they went about some other task descretely had earned more than a few boons, such as the paints that had covered her entire cell in graffiti like designs, a few extra bed items for more comfort, or even a small music player. But for now she simply had to wait until food time and hope she could find something else to pass her time, or maybe continue working on that escape plan, well beyond the information gathering stage at least.

(Cell3)

 

[Zeebruh]

Oliver Shelley "Devour" Cell #2

Oliver lay down in his cell awaiting his next meal and thumbs through his journal full of random tidbits about his day and various recipes he has thought of, making any edits he deems necessary he smiles in satisfaction. He tugs at his shirt tearing it even more than it already was, Oliver felt the uniform was too restricting for his broad frame and spends most of his time with the shirt unbuttoned and has been slowly making a large tear in the white undershirt. Satisfied with his work, Oliver places the journal under his mattress and grabs a couple of items from under it. One is a palm-sized ball which he tosses into the air using his long dexterous tongue and tries to catch it in a different way every time, this weird game is one of the few ways he can train in here. The other item is a small whetstone which he uses to clean his large teeth, he was allowed this item because they tend to grow extremely durable plaque which standard hygiene tools fail to prevent. Staring at the dull gray walls of his cell, Oliver thought about his situation and what led to it. "This place sucks, they serve me food but it's totally uninspired and they never give me enough, I want more. If I wanted to I could have all the food I wanted, hell, before the cops showed up none of those people could stop me." The thought of eating as much as he could excited Oliver and saliva began to pool at the base of his large jaw. After a few minutes of fantasizing his internal clock went off signaling that dinner would start soon, standing up and giving his teeth a once over Oliver stood behind the cell door, ready to eat.

 

[Errant Voyager]

Lucia ‘Lucy’ Dulce Guerrera - Cell Seven

“HIYA MISTER STARK!” Lucia piped out flailing her left claw in a way as she skittered a bit closer to the cage doors. While most prisoners were smart enough or anti-social enough, or really anything in between those, to avoid communication with the guards Lucia was not. It was a slight benefit to the Alebrije Avenue Crew, Lucy’s bestest of friends in the clink! The scorpion girl at least might’ve drawn attention away from the real issues; at the very least set herself up for falls over the more important ones. Plus if she weaseled into a guard’s soft side, well it just made it a bit easier to get different contraband.

Lucy’s jumpsuit was indeed modified like others in the prison, but that was primarily because they handed her own meant for a bipedal! It was an honest mistake which she didn’t mind because cutting was nice. As for her stuff in the cell, it was pretty bare except for a bonsai tree. Her friends got it and it could’ve cost many more cigarettes and a ramen pack if they didn’t get it! While it wasn’t the best plant by a country mile it was very nice to have and maintain.

With a smile still plastered onto her face and heart she kept waving, “MISTER STARK, MISTER STARK! ONLY A FEW MORE MINUTES THEN WE GO TO DINNER AND AND I CAN TALK TO MY FRIENDS! RAYMUNDO TOLD ME YESTERDAY “STARK IS A GUMP!” AND YEAH, YOU ARE LIKE FORREST! YOU DO COOL THINGS MISTER STARK!”

Eventually the scorpion girl began to skitter to the left, then to the right for a sort of exercise routine. The walls could wait, after all dinner would be starting soon and today was not practicing with the wall day. Her sideway skittering was interspersed with a few slight pokes of the tail forwards in sync with the side she moved to. And each set of movements were followed by the chant of, “ALE-BR-JE! ALL! THE! WAY!”

 

[Zamasu]

Connie Baxter

Random.org, give me a number!
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5
Cool.
Connie sat on his bed like usual, using his own TV head to flick into any channel until he finds something interesting to watch. Like his fellow inmates, he has his jumpsuit modified. The only modification he did was to turn his pants into shorts as he could not stand how baggy it is and wanted some air in his legs. Its actually pretty boring for him to do this everyday, but what else can he do? If he were to have a roommate, he could just tell him to stop changing channels and stick to one.
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[Ennuis]

Vanessa Delaney - Cell #3

It was yet another day in this horrible place and Vanessa found herself doing the same thing she always did, lay in bed and look at the underside of the top bunk. Not because it was interesting to her, but because that bunk could be anywhere if she pretended hard enough. She couldn't do that with anything else, so she always defaulted to this. Today, she was on vacation up north. She wasn't sure where up north, just somewhere north.

At least, she was until she realized she was getting hungry and that she will soon be herded into the cafeteria with the criminals to eat another bland dinner. Joy. Deciding that she may as well get up now and accept the reality of her situation for the fourth time today, she finally got a look at her cellmate's newest... Thing. She wasn't sure if it looked like anything at all, at least anything more than layers and layers of paint, but it was there and another reminder of what her life was going to be for the next year.

"Hey Cass. What did you paint this time? It's... Kinda cool looking?" Her untrained eye couldn't actually tell if the graffiti was cool or not, but she figured it would be best to say that before her cellmate got a chance to be offended. She didn't know the girl very well, but she seemed quite odd. Maybe she had some sort of mental problem or learning disability, but again, she couldn't know for sure. Such things were beyond her and the guards didn't know either or didn't want to divulge the information. But considering that she's even allowed to have a cellmate, Cass probably wasn't dangerous. Probably. Hopefully.

Stretching her legs and finally standing up, she got another reminder of her new life. The plain, ugly jumpsuit she had to wear here. She noticed that the others had changed theirs in some way or another and didn't get in trouble so the thought of doing something to make it less awful crossed her mind a few times, but it always passed quickly. She knew she'd just mangle it and probably be stuck with it like that.

Then came the worst reminder of all, she looked out of the cell and could already feel her palms getting sweaty with that embarrassing, slick liquid. Most people loved their quirks and couldn't imagine living without them, but Vanessa was not one of those people. Her life would have been drastically improved if she didn't have her power. At the very least, she wouldn't have ended up in the situation that landed her here.

PlusUltra

 

[PlusUltra]

Cass keeps hanging from the bars but lets her body lean packwards, head tilted back to look from Vanessa to the recently painted wall "Huh? Hmm" looking to it trying to think, what was she thinking at the time? maybe she just got carried away as she scans the multitude of colorful shapes. It was one of those things that did help silence the voices and pulling of the sensations bleeding into her, on good days she might even say it made her fell.....her.


"Guess i just let the paint flow, Kinda hard to actually tell til its finished. Guess might have something diffrent next time. Well...when I get more paint that is....Either way ready for ya daily slop Hagfish?"

 

[Ennuis]

After making some attempt to collect herself and wipe her hands off on her mattress, she quietly replied to her cellmate's insult. "Hey, I really don't see why you have to say such hurtful things about me. I haven't done anything to you." Then, after letting out a frustrated sigh, she gestured to Cassandra's legs. "And you should really stop doing that, what if you fall and get hurt? Or a mean guard comes by and whacks you with his stick?" She wasn't sure if any of the guards here would do that, but why take the chance? It just didn't make sense to her. "Come on Cass, let's get you down from there before something bad happens."
PlusUltra

 

[StarryKnights]

Random Number Generator Says: Cell 10
Sure, why not.

Sybil Brisbane, Cell 10

So far, Sybil had to admit, being locked up wasn't so bad. Here she had a bed, a toilet and sink, all in one room even. Saved her a long trip to the nearest bathroom at any rate. Of course, she had no privacy, was under guard and of course, had no pain killers. She felt like her skin was crawling, sprawled out on her bunk she grit her teeth and tried to ignore the wretched sensation.

In her irritation she'd ripped through the sleeves on her jumpsuit, an impromptu redesign to the outfit.
Technically they weren't supposed to do that, but from what Sybil had seen most of the prisoners had altered their clothes in some capacity. She didn't expect the guards to bat an eye at the state of their clothes.

She'd been inside this place for a little over a month now, and hadn't made much of an attempt to familiarize herself with her fellow inmates, or the guards watching her, including her roommate.
Honestly, having a roommate was her least favorite part of this experience...outside of the with drawl.

 

[PlusUltra]

Cassandra face falls for a moment before laughing "oh please not everything's a bloody attack, though if you have a better Villian name I'd loooooove to hear it?" Her face inverted at this point with only her legs crossed holding the bars "And if I get hurt I get hurt, guards send me to the cushy med Venter for a bit and I have a extra card to play with.....but fiiiiine" planting her hands on the ground and detecting her legs to flip up right again "Your such buzz kill sometime, besides the guards care about as much for those in these walls as those out of them do."

 

[Ennuis]

Vanessa felt the cold sweat return after hearing what Cassandra said. Did she actually think Vanessa was like her? Could she even tell her? Would telling the truth make things easier or harder for her? Vanessa stood there in silence, the only sound coming from her direction was the occasional drip as the clear liquid ran down her arms and onto the floor of the cell. "Cass?" She struggled to say her cellmate's name as her throat started to feel tight and barely got the rest out as a whisper. "I'm not... I'm not a villain."

Once she got her confession out, the dripping slowed and she could feel the tightness in her throat ease up. "I'm just... Not. I think they made a mistake when they sent me here. I clearly don't belong here." But then a new fear came to her. Now her cellmate, who was likely a hardened criminal, knew just how weak she was. She tried to tell herself that Cassandra would be kind and understanding, but she didn't believe herself for even a second.

PlusUltra

 

[Errant Voyager]

The mutant continued her routine of cardio and enthusiastic chanting, all with a great smile on her face. "ALE-BRI-JE! ALL! THE! WAY!" continued on as she continued skittering to the left and to the right. It was a fairly common exercise routine, one that she could do in the small space of her cell! That and going to climb the walls, but as she knew today was not her designated day for practicing that. Lucia Dulce Guerrera tilted her head to look to the left, and then to the right as she stopped her skittering for a very brief moment. Moving her arms up she opened her claws up before pinching down on them in rapid succession to make some distinct clacking noises.

"MIIIIIIIISTER STAAAAAARK, IS THE BELL BROKEN?! TODAY IS NOT THE FIFTEENTH IS IT? IT SHOULDN'T BE IN NEED OF REPAIRS UNTIL THEN! BUT IF SO, THE ENGINEER IS GONNA DO A GREAT JOB!" Lucia moaned out as she skittered from side to side antsy about the situation at hand. She began swiveling her head all around as she peered out the bars and in all directions.

"HELLO NEIGHBORS! TODAY IS NICE ISN'T IT? I'M GONNA TALK TO MY FRIENDS DURING DINNER. WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO NEIGHBORS, I BET IT'S GOING TO BE SOMETHING TERRIFIC! BECAUSE YOU ARE ALL NICE NEIGHBORS WHO ARE SURELY TAKING GOOD CARE OF THE NEIGHBORHOOD! BECAUSE A GOOD AND CLEAN NEIGHBORHOOD IS A HAPPY NEIGHBORHOOD! AND I BET YOU ALL CARE A LOT ABOUT OUR NICE LITTLE COMMUNITY WE HAVE HERE!"

 

[Zeebruh]

Waiting for his meal Oliver heard the ramblings of a cheerful scorpion girl near the end of the row and he chuckled, out of all of his block mates Oliver had taken to Lucy the most. Her enthusiasm was a pleasant change from his dour surroundings. "Hi Lucy, we're doing great down here, just waiting for food." the thought of dinner and lack thereof forces a loud rumble from his stomach and he bares his teeth instinctively. Slamming a meaty fist against the cell door he yells"Yo Stark what's the hold-up!? I'm starving in here."

 

[Errant Voyager]

"GEE!" Lucia first remarked as she tilted her head to glance in the direction of Oliver's cell, "THAT'S GREAT TO HEAR!" The mutant scorpion leaned her torso down a bit before leaning it back up. If she were a bipedal creature she might've taken to jumping, but as she was a scorpion, she did not. However she did take to making more chittering noises with her pedipalps, all the while still smiling as she used to. "SOON, I'M PRETTY SURE THE DOORS WILL OPEN! IF THERE WERE A PROBLEM WE WOULD KNOW, BUT THERE ARE NEVER REALLY ANY PROBLEMS! AND EVEN IF THERE WERE WE HAVE GREAT PEOPLE LIKE MISTER STARK AND THE REST OF THE SUPER STAFF WHO CAN FIX IT!" The creature began skittering off to the side again and began pacing back and forth.

"OLLY, ARE YOU GOING TO CONVERSE WITH PALS TODAY? OR ARE YOU JUST GOING FOCUSED ON THE TRAYS? EITHER WAY, IT IS A SUPER CHOICE! I'M GONNA TALK TO MY FRIENDS WHEN WE GET TO DINNER, AND WE ARE GOING TO HAVE FUN TALKING ABOUT STUFF! MY FRIENDS ARE THE COOLEST! FRIENDS ARE IMPORTANT AND I HOPE YOU HAVE FRIENDS THAT YOU ARE AS CLOSE WITH AS I AM WITH MY FRIENDS!"

 

[PlusUltra]

She stretches putting hands behind her head, tilting her head before letting out a long yawn. This girl really was like a hagfish in more ways than the one it seemed "Huh? I mean you ended up in here either way right?, So doesnt matter how you spin it to the screws here and rest outside you get thrown onto the winning side" taking a few steps up to her. Her hands move to her hips as she leans slowly to Vanessa keeping her eyes on them, voice getting alittle lower "and fun fact, thats going to be the same even when you get out. So you can get used playing the part, will come in handy once you do your time, and survivng through that time" moving a finger to flick the smaller girls forhead.

Seriously if this girl didnt toughen up soon she would be looking for a new cellmate before long or worse, and thats not going to be fun. She turns to walk back to the bars to look outwards "So put some bass in your voice and stand up straight" she pauses for a moment eye moving to her side and taking a slowly breath, there was something else she wanted to know so might as well get it out now. "But out of curiousity, what did you actually do?"

Ennuis

 

[Ennuis]

Vanessa winced when the other girl thumped her head, but what really got to her was the things Cass said. "No, it's not going to be like that for me. I learned from my mistake, why don't you try doing that?" Cassandra certainly got what she asked for, but possibly not in the way she was hoping. "And as for what I did, it's none of your business. It was a mistake and I plan on leaving it in the past." It was about then that Vanessa realized how stupid her sudden surge of attitude was. Thinking quickly, she flicked her wrists and splashed her slick sweat between her and Cass. That way, if her cellmate got angry and tried to hurt her, she would be in for quite the surprise. But of course, she was hoping it wouldn't be needed.


Deciding that she should change the subject before anything happened, Vanessa wracked her mind trying to think of topics for small talk. "Hey, you uhh... Don't you wish we could keep our change of clothes in here with us?" She hadn't realized earlier just how bad it gotten from Cassandra accosting her, but her jumpsuit had soaked up a lot of her slick sweat and was starting to get uncomfortable.

PlusUltra

 

[PlusUltra]

She keeps her stare for a few moments "Because the world never forgets who you are, so neither should you.....you wear it like armor and it cant hurt you anymore" leaving a pregnant pause between the words "You can try all you want to act in a diffrent role but you get pulled back regardless, besides denying the past? thats denying yourself....and lying to yourself really isnt healthy, but hey what do i know? you can try but i cant say it will work, at least not in the long run".

Turning around to adjust her hair and out a little though a smile creeps across her lips as she does "But.....at least you got the Bass in the voice part down, its a good first step i guess" amusmeent slipping through her words as the taller girl shrugs lightly "As for the fashion, Well would help with stopping turning the cell into a slip and slide but wouldnt count on the screws to be that generous, I mean at least i got the benefit of top bunk so do worry about drowning in the night" laughing a little to herself and wiping a eye "I mean i can pretty much take my pick of outfits myself, but outside of a slime suit i think your only real option will be to take a extra pair from the laundry room, or ask another to do it for you" turning her head over her shoulder "I mean....its just a few rags of cloth so im sure nobody will miss them."

Ennuis