Fantasy Thesta Penitentiary for the Wicked

[KasperXIII]

WELCOME TO THESTA PENITENTIARY.
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If you landed yourself here, you must truly be a threat to life as we know it. Criminals from across the world who can't be housed in traditional prisons in their home nations are sent to the bitter cold northern island of the modern society known as Thesta, where a prison was established solely to contain those who thought they could never be chained. Those who thought that no prison could hold them. Not in this town... [In theory]

Thesta Penitentiary boasts a foolproof security system tailored to the specific capabilities of each individual prisoner to ensure that escape is impossible, which, so far, after 10 years since its establishment, seems to hold as a theory, with no successful escape attempts in its time. Not only is the fort held up by the security measures around the prison and the stone-cold guards keeping the inmates in check, but the attention to each inmate's individual skill set is what keeps any successful escape from happening. Measures are taken to ensure that the powers or abilities these criminals possess are significantly dampened without doing harm to the inmates themselves, therefore, hindering what made them uncontainable elsewhere.

Externally, it looks like any other prison:

Spoiler: Outside the Prison (it all around looks something like this)

Towers are stationed at every corner of the facility to keep watch over the yards and electric fences, all as a precaution for, just in case, a prisoner manages to make it to the fence and is immune to the electricity, they can be picked off by an armed guard at the top of the towers.

For newbees, the first stop is to the medic bay for two reasons: to get your power-dampening treatment, whatever it may be, and to be fitted in a bracelet to be worn on your right wrist at all times. This bracelet is fit tightly against the wrist and discreetly pokes into the skin in a way that can't be felt by the inmate. This bracelet detects vital signs like pulse, stress levels, and nervous sensitivity, to ensure the health of the inmate at all times. It is also a way to know if a patient is murdered on-scene, which isn't uncommon in prison. The other function it has is as a GPS to ensure that all inmates are within the prison at all times. If an inmate is not in the prison, it is grounds for lockdown. (see below)

You will also be given your uniform while in this facility:

Spoiler: Prison Uniform (This is fit for humans, but if you're not human... well, imagine it as best as possible on you)

After this, for most inmates, gen-pop will become their new home for several years to come:

Spoiler: Gen-Pop Hallway

...with each individual cell...

Spoiler: Inside Each Individual Cell

This is the base format for each cell, and can be modified and tailored to the needs and restraints/inhibitor for each individual inmate.

Meal times? This is where you go:

Spoiler: Cafeteria

And when it comes time for yard hours, here's a look at what you're in for. [Not included in the pictures but will be there in-RP: a basketball court and a full loop for a track to walk along, as well as the rec room/locker room for the guards, which is strictly off-limits to the inmates unless it is part of their job and they are under the supervision of a guard] The yard is kept under strict surveillance by guards and security to ensure no foul play, and inmates are to be cleared to ensure their powers are dampened before stepping outside.

Spoiler: Yard Shots

This is how a typical day goes for the inmates:

Spoiler: Day-to-Day Schedule (We will be abiding by the "Close" schedule)

Important to know that during 'lights out' hours, security is still actively watching the cameras, infrared beams throughout the halls that are motion-triggered and set off a blaring alarm across the entire prison and places it on lockdown.

WHAT CAN TRIGGER A LOCKDOWN?

• A guard or security officer can voluntarily call a lockdown if an escape or riot is in progress through their pagers assigned to them by the warden that they carry at all times.
• If an inmate triggers the electric fence.
• If an inmate triggers the infrared lasers throughout the halls during lights out hours.
• If an inmate's vital signs are seen to diminish according to their given bracelet.
• If an inmate is logged by GPS to be outside the prison according to their given bracelet. (In such a case, the inmate is also given a slow-acting sedative through their bloodstream to put their run to a halt)
• If security overlooks any sort of suspicious activity, the prison kitchen, yard, gen-pop, medic bay, the SHU/solitary confinement, the psych ward, the warden's office, and the guards' rec room are fitted with microphones not monitored by a human, but equipped with an algorithm to detect suspicious noises like screaming, gunshots, etc... if a noise is classified as suspicious, lockdown commences.
• If a keypad to enter restricted areas for staff only (the medic bay, the rec room, the warden's office, etc...) is damaged, or an incorrect passcode is entered three consecutive times.

ON LOCKDOWN: Once declared, an alarm goes off, and all prisoners are to get down on the ground in their place, stomachs against the ground, hands behind their heads, and not move a muscle. All the doors in the prison are immediately locked, windows receive a blast shield to block them off, until the warden calls off the lockdown. Thestian authorities arrive on the scene within minutes of receiving the lockdown alert and a search is conducted in the areas surrounding the prison. If it is dark, spotlights on the surrounding towers shine across the surrounding areas to investigate for a potential escapee and neutralize the threat.

With new inmates coming in, and as a security precaution, the current residents of Thesta Penitentiary have cleaned out their former cells and await their new assignment to a cellmate, as opposed to before, when each inmate had a cell to themselves (cellmates will be decided by a randomizer). Overcrowding in a nutshell, right? Jobs are also going to be re-assigned with the change in head count.

AVAILABLE JOBS are to be done during working hours, for the most part, and everyone gets to pick what job they hop in to. (The more dangerous jobs are supervised, obviously) First come first serve, and the number in brackets is the limit to how many people can take it. We don't need 12 people on kitchen duty. (it's okay if not all the numbers are maxed)

INMATE WORK MANIFEST:

• Woodwork/Carpentry/Heavy Machiner (making utilities from wood like tables, chairs, some furniture, etc... + work with mechanical devices like car parts) [3/7] (Alice, Alasdair, Will)
• Janitorial duty (cleaning facilities from the halls outside gen-pop to bathrooms to sweeping the field to even watering the grass) [1/3] (Gail)
• Construction (actively building a new rec room for the guards) [2/5] (Kala, Calamitas)
• Office boy for the warden (I will be taking this since I have plans for a Jasper/Warden Brookes dynamic)
• Assistant in the medic bay (whatever help the doctors/nurses may need there) [1/2] (Cahone)
• Kitchen duty (the only job that sort of breaks the usual schedule and, in addition to usual hours, are pulled away an hour or two before a meal time to prepare food. Whoever gets this gets to pick what we eat, soooo yeah. [2/4] (Silver, Sith)

CELL ASSIGNMENT (So the record shows, you can double check here)

• Lower Level (Denoted 1-X)
  • 1-16: Kala & Sithembile
  • 1-9: Calamitas & Silver
• Upper Level (Denoted 2-X)
  • 2-15: Alasdair & Cahone
  • 2-12: Will & Gail
  • 2-7: Jasper & Alice

For reference:
OOC: Thesta Penitentiary for the Wicked [OOC]
Character Sheets: Thesta Penitentiary for the Wicked [CHARACTERS]

If you can't do the time, don't do the crime. Enjoy your stay.​

 

[KasperXIII]

9:00 PM | Gen-Pop
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|:| Jasper Bent |:|

Prior to today, each inmate in Thesta Penitentiary had a cell for themselves, a bit of personal space in a prison that had stripped each of them of what made them different from the rest, along with the usual basic liberties forgone by going to prison. It was the one bit of decency the inmates could have: some time alone, even though some preferred the social life during social hours. Jasper Bent, for example, merely enjoyed looking over the edge of the upper level at the different groups of crooks forming prison gangs and psycho-analyzing them from a distance with the faint emotional readings he could still pick up on ever since he'd been forced to take the inhibiting serum stopping him from properly reading minds and sending messages to others. Still, this distance simply by sleeping alone gave Jasper a platform to remain composed for his 50 year sentence...Then came the bombshell of an announcement given at lunch a week ago from Warden Brookes. The mind reader could still hear those words ringing in his memory:

"New inmates will be transferred here to Thesta Penitentiary by the end of next week. In light of the limited space in this facility, throughout the coming week, the cells will be reworked for a complete overhaul in the arrangement. You will be sharing cells with someone, and the cell will be designed to accommodate for each of your conditions, and it will be able to house you both just as it has before. It will be more crowded next week, but apart from this new arrangement, it will be business as usual. You will be informed a day in advance to pack your belongings, and the next day during housing hours in the evening, the transition will begin. All you have to worry about is packing. Also, it goes without saying that we don't want trouble in this transition. Violators will get to spend a few days in the SHU. Understood?"

Jasper disliked the change. That ideal distance he once achieved from the legit criminals around him was about to be tarnished now that he was about to share a cell with someone he barely knows and wants no association with. If only he could request a transfer, but this facility was the only one equipped to hold him without troubles. He was considered a dangerous threat when he was practically banished from Filincia. Not like any prison there wanted him around; he'd be dead meat the second some of those criminals discover that it was his work that landed them behind bars for life sentences. Fortunately, his file was sealed, and, unless a Filincian was sentenced to Thesta Penitentiary, nobody would ever know that Jasper was a law-enforcing man locked up for 'going dirty'. Well, unless he tells, which he'd never do. Not in a prison with the world's most dangerous of criminals that were once considered impossible to contain.

His solace was broken in housing hours when the guards came banging on each of the cell doors and telling everyone to step out with their belongings. With his toothbrush, books, drawings, letters, pillow, and other personal belongings all wrapped in his sheets in a tube shape, Jasper scooped them into his arms and took one last look at his new home. After the government of Filincia had forsaken him and his family disowned him, this was the closest he could get to a new safe place. And after a solid year of good behavior, nobody would be the wiser in suspecting him, right?

Nobody would think of checking his drawings or writing, his many books... perhaps?

All belongings he had kept himself for years, all with notes of his aspirations to just... escape. Somehow, someway, escape a prison that was deemed impossible to get out of. But certainly not alone. But as he stepped out of his cell and looked across the isle of gen-pop at the inmates around him, reading whatever emotions he could from the hums slowly starting to sound more like actual speech with the serum effects starting to dull (though he still can't send messages), what possible forced friendship among these 'freaks' would make for a trustworthy partner that wouldn't pulverize him for his past self and how he used to lock up evildoers and criminals. If only he could pick his poison and not leave it to the bulls for guards to assign him some brute to sleep in a bunk bed with for the next half-century. Though not quite known for 'bravery' or standing up to other criminals, Jasper inhaled sharply, and murmured to himself,

Do your worst.

 

[TannerDedInside2017]

Tanner was rather enjoying being in his own cell. Left to his own devices. No one could really bother him, except for the guards. "New inmates will be transferred here to Thesta Penitentiary by the end of next week. In light of the limited space in this facility, throughout the coming week, the cells will be reworked for a complete overhaul in the arrangement. You will be sharing cells with someone, and the cell will be designed to accommodate for each of your conditions, and it will be able to house you both just as it has before. It will be more crowded next week, but apart from this new arrangement, it will be business as usual. You will be informed a day in advance to pack your belongings, and the next day during housing hours in the evening, the transition will begin. All you have to worry about is packing. Also, it goes without saying that we don't want trouble in this transition. Violators will get to spend a few days in the SHU. Understood?"

These words were the words that changed his life. He was going to have to share a cell with another inmate. There were both ups and downs to this. Ups - Another person(s) to inflict pain upon. Downs - Someone who would disrupt him whenever he doesn't want to be disrupted. If he could, he would just destroy this whole building, and run. But he couldn't do this. Upon arriving here, he had been given gloves that disable his ability to destroy what he touched. He also had been given a shot to ensure he coudn't manipulate bones. The one thing they didn't know about was his ability to control blood, he usually doesn't show that he can do this in plain sight. Even thouvh he still had his Haemokinesis enabled, he wasn't stupid enough to try to break out with only that. He'd need a plan, and people to help him, as much as he hated it. But that was the only way, people to help, and a plan, that's the key to breaking out, he'd just have to find out who's on his side.

Tanner was disrupted from his thoughts when a guard had banged on his door telling him to step out with all of his belongings and such. He grabbed his toothbrush, a book that he was reading, clothes, pillow, etc. He then bundled it all in a sheet and slung it over his shoulder. He followed the guard and entered Gen-Pop. He took a look around smirked "This should prove to be interesting" He said to himself

 

[The Fluffiest Floof]

When the doors opened, SCX-015 turned towards the door. She had been motionless facing the wall for about... If she could count or knew time, she'd surely have an idea for about how long. But the girl had never gotten such education and in prison, nobody cared to teach her. She knew how to count with fingers, but the concept of counting time was nothing she ever heard of. She knew now, before, later. She knew fast. She knew slow. That was it.

The female moved towards the door. The only thing she owned, her only belonging, a nurse cap. She had gotten it as present from a doctor because she helped so dedicatedly in the medical bay. She kept it, it was precious to her. Everytime she went to work, she wore it.
SCX-015 moved slowly. The collar and the cell kept her cold. Four men waited for her to leave the cell. As she did, she could hear and see other inmates around her. She remaind silent.

 

[Zenpai]

You know what blows about prison? The sheer lack of intellectual stimulation and basic human freedoms. What’s ahead should be even worse. Being carried in a grimy military convoy, sitting shackled to a wall should be bad enough as is. Wearing a collar that blocks all of his power from the neck down and in a rolling metal box with two armed troops inside, Alasdair awaits being delivered to one of the most infamous prisons for containment of powered individuals. Hooray.
“I have a question” he starts, glaring at the guard to his right. The guard approaches confidently, knowing Alasdair can do nothing to harm him.
“Can you take this collar off, I have an itch.” The guard frowns.
“Shut up, cur.” The guard replies, swiftly kicking him in the stomach.
“That wasn’t very nice, but I might not kill you when I get out of here. I have better things to do” Alasdair jeers.
“One more peep from you and I’ll stungun you until you have no more attitude than a head of lettuce” The guard threatens.
Alasdair falls silent, but wearing a bloodied smile the rest of the ride.

 

[Morgrim]

Dragoul had been heavily sedated before the official announcement was made, this was standard treatment for him nearly every time that he was about to leave his cell. He was knocked out when they restrained his hands in a sort of metal trap. If they didn't do this Dragoul would just beat the person who tried to contain him to death. He didn't like being locked up, and he hated being restrained. One of the guards waved something under his nose they smelled awful, and snapped him out of his unconscious state right and quick, and he looked around blinking slowly. "Grrr." Was all he could mumble with the muzzle covering his mouth. He then heard the announcement that due to overpopulation, soon they would all be sharing a cell with someone else, and that they would move rooms. The two guards told him that he would need to gather his things. He looked at both his tied up hands and grinned under the muzzle, and both the guards looked unimpressed. He shrugged his shoulders and groaned as he grabbed his things, which was not much. He laid down his clothes, toiletries, watch, and calendar on his blanket and began folding it up in a cylinder.

He held it in the cleft of his elbows since his hands were indisposed, and he stepped out of his cell. He stepped out of line though and one of the guards hit him in the knee cap with a billy club. Dragoul didn't flinch for even a moment.

"That shit doesn't work on him, he's sedated so he doesn't go on his masochistic killing sprees." He said to the other guard who just said "Oh." Apparently the violent guard was new and didn't know this prisoner very well.

Dragoul just looked at him and laughed, thinking how good he would taste raw and bloody. He let the thought go though, there was no way he would get to try human meat again in here, so he just followed the instructions given to him. He wondered what unfortunate soul he would get paired with. He knew that if he killed them he would get in trouble, and that they would starve him, and lock him away in a dark corner of the prison. He never liked when that happened so he promised himself that he would not kill them unless they provoked him. From where he stood he could see all the others, some have been there longer than him, and some shorter, but something they all had in common was that they were the freaks of society.

No one wanted them, no one cared for them. They were completely and utterly alone, punishment for their crimes upon the world. He yearned to be free again, to make all those people pay, and turn them into little more than fuel for his carnage. Perhaps he could negotiate with some of the other prisoners about a riot, about breaking out. See most of the guards didn't seem to have powers like them, and if they could neutralize their inhibitors it would be so easy to just kill everyone.

 

[firebright24]

Alice was roused from her dreamlike state by the banging on her door as she was told to gather her things. She slowly took her sheets and blankets from her bed and shuffled outside her room. Her head was spinning due to the drugs, her eyes unable to properly focus on anything. She slid down against the wall and curled up in a heap of her blankets. Her entire body trembling as she tried to think. She needed to think of anything. Anything that would help her to feel sane again. The more she tried to focus on a thought the dizzier she got. She had tried for months to resist the drugs. However she never could. They stun gunned her till unconsciousness if they had to. The guard near her chuckled at her drugged state.
"You not feeling well sweetie?" the guard scoffed at her as she trembled on the ground. She look up at him and gained the sense of mind to speak.
"L-leave me alone" she spat vehemently towards him as she cradled her blankets closer to herself. Her pink hair falling in front of her face as electricity sparked between her fingertips. She gave a dark smile. Waiting now to see who would be her roommate. She was glad that this time she wouldn't be alone.

 

[GetThree]

Niko was sprawled across his bed, a pair of glasses perched on top of his nose as he turned the yellowing page of the book he was reading. He had read it before. Many times, in fact. He could probably retell the story word for word with a 90% accuracy. Unfortunately, there was only so many books he could get his hands on in prison. In a more optimistic light, one could say that it was a miracle he could read at all. God knows the amount of drugs he was given daily would have turned any normal person's brain to mush. Luckily, Niko wasn't a normal person...though he supposed that was what landed him in Thesta in the first place. He frowned, blinking. His thoughts had swept him away again. He had already forgotten which line he was on. Actually, he was fairly sure he had been on an entirely different chapter just seconds ago. Or maybe not. Niko sighed, pressing down the urge to throw the book against the wall. The poor thing already had one foot in the grave anyway. He had told the security time and again that they really didn't need to waste the expensive drug on him. He wasn't going anywhere and the stupid pills gave him a constant headache. But no, he was the big, bad Puppeteer and would definitely lead a goddamned zombie army should they let him have peace of mind. Before he could continue cursing his situation in his head, however, the announcement sounded from the speaker systems. The warden's voice rang out, his message effectively destroying the last tiny bit of peace Niko had left. The book in his hand suffered a tragic end.

By the time Niko had managed to persuade himself into believing that this roommate thing was no problem, the guards had come knocking at his door. Niko's normally blank expression morphed, albeit unnoticeably, into one of dread. He grabbed his bag of books, very ugly prison uniforms and other few necessities as he let himself be dragged out. His face fell back into its usual state of stoicism as he glanced around the area. Most of the prisoners were similarly being led around the Gen-Pop as he was. Which of them would be his roommate? Hopefully someone who can mind their own business, his mind provided. If it was someone loud, added to his migraine, that would surely be the end of him.

His thought process was once again disrupted, this time by a rude slap on the back of his head. "Watch where you're walking, idiot," the guard on his right snapped. Idiot, he says. He felt highly tempted to make this man do something humilitaing righ there in the middle of the hallway. Say, for example, strip and act like a chicken. He was pretty sure he could, even in this shitty condition. It wasn't hard to make stupid people do stupid things. But that would just end with an increased dosage of drugs on his part. So instead Niko didn't dignify that with a reply, choosing to continue just as he was before as if the guard didn't exist. "Hey...are you sure that's okay? Isn't this dude...you know, that guy?" The other guard spoke in a conspiratorial whisper, as if he wouldn't be able to hear them when he was literally in-between the pair. "Chill, kid's totally off his head on inhibiting drugs," was the response. He had grown used to people thinking that he was basically a walking dead just because of a few pills. It was better to let them feel safe in that assumption. Hopefully, this new roommate of his will be fool enough to believe that too. If not...well, then the poor man will just have to live with the paranoia that comes with that realization.

 

[Flowiest D]

Cahone woke, fuck my life... he was a broken man compared to himself three or four years ago. Performing his daily ritual of brushing his teeth before stepping out of the cell.
A guard readied a hose, “just don’t” Cahone asked rather stoically “every day you do this shit, I haven’t burnt some disgusting fuck in three weeks or something” he added scanning for the female guard he fancied. No trouble from the female guards, they know Cahone would never cause them trouble.
The guard with a hose sprays Cahone down with ice cold water.
Cahone flinched as the freezing water hit him, but he took his clothes off and enjoyed the shittest of all forced showers, breathing hotly on himself to dry before going back in his cell and getting a new jumpsuit and his warm wooly coat. It was made from a more animal like inmate.
Tanned and stitched nicely in the textile room, one of Cahones boys made it for him. Cahone had skinned the animal though. Mammoth man creature or some hairy toothie fuck
The guard went to spray him down again just to spite the prisoner but another one stopped him, “don’t fuck with pyro.. “ the guard giving the warning leans in “he has deals going with Toby.. you don’t want Toby to throw you under the bus”

Cahone walked out to meet the day.

 

[Zenpai]

Alasdair felt the convoy rumble to a stop. finally. Even with the oppressive measures in effect against his power, he could feel the metallic bones of the impending fortress. He could feel their hum, their deep vibrations. A thought passed through his mind. Once I get this thing off, I’ll rip out all the metal here and make an army. Ooh! Or a dragon! Realistically, he knew making a giant mechanical dragon could kill him, but, a guy can dream. The metal doors of the prisoner transport truck opened. Four more guards poured in. Two unlocked his manacles and hauled him to his feet as the other two had machine guns trained on him.
“It is an honor to get this much attention” he sneered. That earned him a nice fist to the jaw, but hey, it was worth it.
They drag Alasdair along, into the crisp, cold air.
The enormous concrete fortress was a sight to behold. The guards keep firm grips as he walks along the on asphalt. They didn’t feel it necessary to give him shoes. He approaches a large metal gate. The guard to his left talks into her earpiece, and a buzzer sounds as the jaws of the prison grind open. Into the bowels of hell we go!

 

[TannerDedInside2017]

Tanner just leans on a wall, a blank expression on his face. He seemed pretty bored, and he acually was. He thought maybe he could talk to people, but decided against. Screw volunatry social interaction, hell, screw involuntary social interaction. Tanner started pacing back and forth. He was kinda getting anxious, he was ready to know who his cellmate was gonna be. He just hoped it was someone that wouldn't bother him when he wanted to be left alone, but would answer him when he wanted to be answered. Tanner then hears a voice and stops pacing. He turns to see a guard holding a slip of paper. Tanner snatches it and glances it "....So this is who gets paired with who" he said to himself "....Cahone..." he said. "Who the hell here is Cahone?!"

 

[Zenpai]

“Get into your cell!” The guard barks as he shoves Alasdair into his new forever home. His eyes search the room. The room is relatively clean, with a desk and a chair shoved into one corner. There are harsh lights glaring down on the room. His eyes come to rest on a girl a few inches shorter than him with red hair. He avoids studying her any further and walks over to his bunk while trying to avoid eye contact.

 

[Flowiest D]

Cahone walked and inmates moved. “Boss Hone” a few nod as he passes, he shakes ones hand and is given something on the sly, a guard went to smack Cahone but another stopped him. “If you don’t have tits he will retaliate”
The new guard looked at Cahone, his red hair almost seemed to be fuming.. like he had a literal head of fire. His body intimidating to say the least, and those eyes.. black eyes.. demon like.
Cahone took smokes and a can of Coke from other inmates as he was directed to his new cell. He cared little about who he was paired with, hoped for a girl.
He knew some powerful crazy fucks lived here, but Cahone was one of those powerful crazy fucks. Eventually making it to the cell, the door was opened and Cahone walked inside with his clothes and sheets, smokes and drugs tucked in a pair of socks he demanded tribute for. He looked at his cell mate, a man with black hair and pale skin, reading a slip of paper.
Cahones face stoically judging the new face before putting his stuff down in a empty drawer. He sat on a chair and lit a smoke by touching his fingertip to the end of it.
Of course I don’t get Sally...

 

[TannerDedInside2017]

Tanner crumpled the paper and tossed it nowhere in particular. He glanced at the guy who was called Cahone and noticed the lit cig. "Hey, hotshot" he said "Could ya quit with the smoking, It's bothering me!" he said to Cahone. Cahone seemed like a person who was all high and mighty, Tanner didn't like that "Also, drop the whole 'I'm better than you' thing, it pisses me off" he said to him with a glare. "You're not fooling anybody, I hope you know that" he told him.

 

[Flowiest D]

“And you are?” Cahone states still stoic. He inhaled all of the smoke before blowing it out and throwing the butt through the cell door, he kept eye contact wondering just how this day was going to improve...
He stood and took off the fur coat made from another inmate, putting it on the chair “I’d say your just looking for a reason, unless you truely think I have some ‘better than you thing’ going on..” Cahones stoic mask broke into a smirk.
“You looking for a reason? I don’t have any candy for ya..”
Cahones blood was boiling already and he hadn’t even had breakfast.
Nothing worse than someone looking for trouble. This could be one of those monsters of thesta. No need to get mad straight away though, perhaps he hates smoke. Worst luck to be paired with Cahone however.

 

[The Fluffiest Floof]

“Get into your cell!” The guard barks as he shoves Alasdair into his new forever home. His eyes search the room. The room is relatively clean, with a desk and a chair shoved into one corner. There are harsh lights glaring down on the room. His eyes come to rest on a girl a few inches shorter than him with red hair. He avoids studying her any further and walks over to his bunk while trying to avoid eye contact.

Katherina sat in her new cell. She had already had a rough day. Not only had she woken up yet again, surrounded by mice as cat unable to hunt, no, she even had to give up her sweet lonely cell to share.

After being roughly brought to her new home, catching the usual flirts of guards and being as usually fairly insulting in return, Kat had sat in her cell for a while. Then, her new roommate entered. "Great.", she annoyedly stated. "Put a mouse right to my face. Give me a fucking human as cellmate." She shouted towards the ceiling. She didnt know who she was talking to, she just needed to vent frustration.

 

[TannerDedInside2017]

Tanner stared at Cahone, also maintaining eye contact. "My name's Tanner Black" He told him clearly "And yes, I do actually think you have this 'I'm better than you' thing going on." He told him "You just go around, acting all high and mighty, getting called Boss Hone, grabbing that Coke, smoking in here, who even are you?" he said to Cahone

 

[Zenpai]

Alasdair huffs and climbs onto his bed.
“I’m starting to wish I was paired with one of the lizard people... at least they’d eat me and put me out of my misery.”

 

[Flowiest D]

Cahones smirk widens a bit he’s confident, direct.. “I’m Cahone Pyrite,” he states
“Ill be honest. I don’t tell anybody to call me Boss” he elaborated before taking a sip of coke “whatever you see given to me Is not your business unless you want to deal.. and I suppose I’m the one who will incinerate this entire Cell block if you think I’ll stop smoking”

 

[TannerDedInside2017]

"Alright, well maybe you're not the king of everything, but I still don't like you" he said. He then gets up, hearing his comment about burning the Cell down. He walks over to him "You wouldn't get the chance to, you'd be unconscious before you knew it" He told him with a smirk. (I dunno if this next part's allowed, so void if needed) Cahones would suddenly feel a weird, tingly-ish feeling in his hand. "Do you feel that Cahone?" he asked

 

[Flowiest D]

(Well... improvise aha)

The moment tanner walked toward him Cahone had already started to have flames appear all around his body, a lockdown was issued.
the moment his hand went tingly however his fingers slipped from his can of Coke, it fell to the floor in a splash. Cahone had shoved tanner back into the wall with his free, and burning hand, Guards with fire extinguishers and cattle prods came in shocking both men and dragging out Cahone to surely be put in the ice box.
Cahone didn’t fight back however... he did growl at a guard “get my shit.”
Who nodded at another as the two guards dragged Cahone out and the third grabbed his coat and socks.
Inmates got on the ground and waited for the sirens to stop blaring.
“He started it” Cahone States gruffly as he manages to walk again after being shocked by the prod.
The two guards just dragged him along

 

[TannerDedInside2017]

Tanner hit the wall and grabbed at his shoulder where he had gotten burnt. He applied pressure to the burn and grimaced "Ahahaha" he laughed. He was smiling at this. He pressed harder and laughed more. Tanner then gets prodded, his body shakes violently all the while, he is laughing a during that whole time. "Feels... So.... Good" he said and falls to the ground, not hearing Cahone through the sirens.

 

[Zenpai]

“Huh. Would you look at that” Alasdair mutters as he watches them drag Cahone away through his cell bars.

 

[Morgrim]

Dragoul Prime

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Dragoul had been pushed and prodded by the guards once again to head forward, so he did. He was led out of the uncomfortable little nook he had taken to calling his den, and was shown to an even less uncomfortable looking one as someone had already been taking up half the space in it. A small looking male who can be described as soft looking. It was Niko the puppeteer, not that Dragoul knew him, because he didn't. Dragoul didn't actually know anyone in the shithole called Thesta. Dragoul stepped inside the small cell, and the door was shut behind him. Dragoul slipped his hands through the empty space, and the restraints were taken off of him. He didn't bite, but he did lick his lips which was a joke of his that send shivers down some guards spines, since they knew it meant he was hungry, and that he had his eyes on them. Now he was left in a locked room with a fellow prisoner, having nothing to do but mingle with them, Dragoul could only think of this as hell.

He scanned the small man up and down, looking at his features as if in deep thought. He thought he looked kind of pathetic, as if he wanted to be a separate world, someplace far away from everyone else, but instead he sat there like a caged bird. Though Dragoul was in pretty much the same boat as him. He stood up to Niko, looking him over for another brief moment. "What's your name meat, and why are you here?" He asked in a deep guttural voice that seemed to reverberate. Everything about Dragoul was deep and masculine, from the way he walked and talked to the way he looked. He crossed his arms as he awaited some kind of answer, looking at some of the man's things. He saw that he was a reader judging by the books that he had around him. "I guess you rely on your powers to do the killing, instead of your own strength, how sad." It seemed that Niko and Dragoul were on two opposite ends of the spectrum.

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[Flowiest D]

Fuck my life, Cahone thought to himself as he was forcibly dragged off into corridors. That look on tanners face though.. he was smiling.. Cahone knew from the directions he was being taken...It was the ice pool. Not the ice box.
Fuck sake... I’m gonna be put in the pool before going back to that masochist fool... why couldn’t I be paired with a woman??


“Where do I take this prisoners... um stuff” the newb asked.
“Give it to Toby, he’ll take care of it. Don’t let the captain see..” one guard instructed.
Once the two guards started hauling Cahone he made a huge sigh “Can we just make this the ice box?” Cahone asked with a slight tone of desperation
“You know the rules.. and the captains been harder on us letting stuff slide.. she’ll start to suspect something if we just ignore this”
Cahone slumped in defeat.
“Chin up.. at least your the cleanest inmate here... all the baths and showers you get” the two guards laughed for a bit but the man known as pyro just tried to keep a straight face.
I hate the pool... can’t stand the pool.. that humiliation. the cold!... being strung up by the wrists... lowered slowly, then pulled back out... before dunking him again.
It took everything not to fight back.
He stopped walking.. just tried thinking of warm, happier thoughts.. parties in the sand and what not.
Murdering sick twisted hopeless monsters of society...
After a few minutes of utter dread and being dragged they stood in front of a metal door.
Cahone breathes heavily
“Oh it’s not that bad..” a guard seems to enjoy saying.
You have no idea..
“Don’t start bobby” the other guard warned as he hit the button to notify Cahone was entering.
Cahone bit his tongue as they chained him in shackles. The winch rises him above the water, the surface of the pool had sheets of ice floating on top.
Fuck my life fuck my life fuck my life Cahone panics as he breathes fire onto the water, dangling slowly into the water he huffs and puffs for dear life but his toes enter eventually.
“ARGH” Cahone howls with flames bellowing out of his mouth, his hands shooting flames as he struggles inch by inch lowed into the icy depths until his nose was just above the water.
He had his head turned upwards gasping for breath.
Fuck my life