Fantasy Thesta Penitentiary for the Wicked [Rebooted]

[Sybil]

• Pisha, Boiler Room
• Kala Domsen, Cafeteria

• 
  The black muck eternally dripped in walls of perfectly vertical waterfalls with no splash, almost like some sort of sea of parted oil. The surrounding ooze, littered with eyes all staring at the center of attention and wide awake, began to part once more and form a path back to the entrance of the boiler room. Silence befell the demon despite their intent stares never left him, the thoughts flooding through her head as she processes the situation.
  
  A prison island, the saturation of negative emotions is higher and more sustainable than any other place I have ever been in this century. Filled with the ignorant, wrongly accused. corrupt, the air headed and power-starved. Nothing will be this easily accessible, and nothing will compare to the volume. This is shit. Shit. Why do I have to share some stage with a man trying to play savior in his old age? No one here wants god, they didn't get here because some benevolent force was watching over them. What does that damn book say? He should leave the punishment to the sinners to those with more infernal blood. Gods forbid the church stops sticking their nose in shit.
  
  The sludge which filled the room vibrated as she let out a growl, attempting to accept her position in all this. She viewed it as unfair, seeing her as the rightful heir to the prison and not to be shared. A childish thought, but one that was not too out of place for her usual.
  
  "I will just keep this in mind for the next time trouble occurs. After all, if not this priest, then some other will come seeking a head." Oddly, as the way to the door was revealed once more, there was no trace left of the ooze that encircled him moments ago. Seems the viscous liquid is under her complete control.
  
  Interacts: KasperXIII
• 
  "Oh... I suppose I do... yes they are about to call that. I guess I didn't notice how much time had passed when there was so much chaos happening around me...." The spider attempted to move some of her unruly black hair from her face, no real way to put it up with mittens on after all so it had to just hang in its full length. The clock had indeed moved quite farther than she was expecting, but it was ok. For now her seemingly insane inmate was out of her hands and the one sane person now making their acquaintance, and all in all that made this a much better start to this long sentence then she expected.
  "You be careful Sith, ok?"
  
  Interacts: Zenpai

 

[nonametobefound]

Maslany Miloszchenko
"Ah," Lany acknowledged. "Myth. Magic. I guess just because magic doesn't exist where I'm from, it doesn't mean it doesn't exist elsewhere."
The girl seemed vexed by all the negatives Lany had used; Lany couldn't help it. Serbian was affixed to the negative. It was her culture.
"I assume that's why you're here...?" Lany still didn't know the girl's name, and she already had trouble wrapping her tongue around 'wendigo'.

Dana Zane

 

[Dana Zane]

"O-oh, where did you come from?" she asked as she tilt her head though she can tell something wrong though soon asked this why she's here though she shaked her head "I got sent here after killing people and squads for meals... even though I asked them to run away. B-but they Didn't listen to me and they end up BEING KILLED BY NOT LISTENING TO ME." She voice went to growling before getting shocked by her collar.
nonametobefound

 

[nonametobefound]

Maslany Miloszchenko
"Um." Lany bit her tongue as she saw the unhinged side of her company emerge, though it was suppressed by her collar. The girl was...complicated to say in the least. But it was obvious to why she was here with the rest of them; though it seemed like it wasn't anything she could control. She was a lot like Silver, though not as clingy and more shy.

"Serbia. I've killed my fair share of people too. It's a bad place."

Dana Zane

 

[Dana Zane]

Dyani calmed down as her tone return to quiet "S-sorry. O-oh Serbia? and that's understandable." she said as she began inspect Lany if she had a device on her that suppressed her. "Ummm do you have a device like mine that suppresses your powers?" she asked.

nonametobefound

 

[KasperXIII]

|:| Edward Brookes |:|

As he stood in the midst of black ooze cascading down the walls and ceiling, the Warden could only patiently wait until the demon gave in and let him leave. This wasn't quite an ideal way to wipe out the man in charge - having him disappear after a trip to the boiler room, too shady, no matter how mad she was. He did his best to resist any urge to show fear - no minor shakes or trembles, and his face remaining as unfazed as before. She couldn't hold up this fight for too long no matter how angry she was...

And soon, the barrier of goo came down, and the claustrophobia from before vanished from Edward's being. A faint sigh of relief exited his near sealed lips as he absorbed the fairwell words of the demon, also functioning as a warning. Only more pressure on the ice cold man to keep peace in his house.

"Have a nice day, Pisha. Just be a good girl and steer clear of the chapel. Anger doesn't look good on you... you're quite the animal, after all."

The old man then turned his back, marching confidently out of the boiler room to the now-available exit to return to his office. This was a big day to come, with a shipment coming for the chaplain and a new inmate in solitary waiting to be.... disciplined.

Interacts: Sybil

...

|:| Jasper Bent & Valerie Masterson |:|

The early mishap during breakfast soon calmed down with whatever inmates were still snacking on whatever was left finishing off their meal before being lead to their respective work locations like sheep being herded to the stable. Those responsible for janitorial duty were guided back to gen-pop, to each of their cells, to await being received by Sam for duty. The workshop crew were immediately escorted to their workplacw by the head of security herself, the best in charge placed to work in the most dangerous location of the prison. Kitchen duty remained in the cafeteria to clean up after breakfast, and later begin lunch. Work conditions were to be given straight from the guards in charge, among the most 'riveting' coming from Valerie. But the head of security was far more excited to see a response from the girl she called 'Stumpy'. Finally, she could get her lucky break and end her crabby streak.

Just hope none of those maggots moved the note... I need to see just how desperate this girl is for her tooth back.

Jasper, however, as he followed the pack to the workshop, had a slew of other thoughts in mind. Those events leading up to, during, and after lockdown were worrisome. Alasdair was surely the man the telepath had incarcerated in Filincia, no doubt, and when it comes to hiding his fear, Jasper was doing a piss poor job at it. At least the telekinetic man was enough of an asshole to start a fight and get a quick beating, and sent away. Jasper was relieved when, at first, he saw no signs of Alasdair again in the crowd going to the workshop. Heck, the only familiar face he saw was the giant but timid spider girl from earlier. Considering her mannerisms, her size was one thing, but she didn't want trouble. Luckily, neither did he. Though it was less comforting to be away from Lany, the only mind he could consistently read, and Nix, his cellmate that he had just made a breakthrough with, at least there was some peace here...

But as he stood in the workshop waiting for instructions, the redheaded guard returned to the workshop with two inmates in tow... one of them being Aladair now bandaged up from that beating from before.

Shit... that was fast. He better mind his own business...

He tried to distract himself by looking at the other girl who came alongside him from the infirmary. He didn't remember her name, but a girl with half-shaven pink hair was hard to forget. She fainted during lockdown for some reason, but why? She seemed like such a mystery that Jasper wanted to dissect and investigate for himself. Unless she clings to Alasdair, she'd make for interesting enough company. Not to mention that he found her pink hair a tad cute... Get a hold of yourself... not like prison is the best place for hookups.

As Alice and Alasdair were shoved inside by Valerie, the guard snapped, "Get in, no slacking, maggots. You're late as it is and you're taking up my precious time, sheesh..." She groaned in annoyance, slammed the door behind the two inmates straight from the infirmary - also getting the attention of the other inmates - stepped up in front of the crowd with her nightstick in hand, and spoke aloud for all to hear,

"So, in case you have been hiding under a rock, you're all going to be doing some workshop business. Think of it as arts and crafts on steroids but on a far deadlier scale. Some of you have probably never worked with heavy machinery, and honestly? I have no fucking clue how half of it works. But, be goddamn sure I know when it's misused, so don't you try any funny business unless you wanna spend some time in the SHU, or have my foot up your ass, preferably. There's instructions on each machine. Obey them. Show your progress at the end of the day, and then you'll be searched to make sure you're not smuggling anything out of here. You're in a dangerous location, so that's why I'm here. Because I show no mercy."

Jasper smirked softly and crossed his arms, amazed at how lazy and uninterested Valerie was unless it involved her abusing others. Sadistic bitch... Hope you get your hand stuck in the wood chipper.

Valerie then pointed to each location of the vast workshop, giving bare minimal information about each part. "So, we got sewing machines, tablesaws, wood supply, wood chipper, metal supply, welding station, tool rack, fabric supply... build something fancy enough and Warden Brookes might give you a lunch of your choice. Questions? No? Then get to work or get smacked."

With her rushed, half assed tutorial complete, the mistress stepped away towards the nearest wall to lean back and watch the inmates suffer to make something... anything. A confused Jasper, unfamiliar with handiwork, just looked back and forth to pick a station to begin at.. preferably wherever the pink haired girl was going, and as far away from Alasdair as possible.

...

|:| Edward Brookes |:|

But as work commenced for the other inmates, one remained locked in place: Will, the culprit behind the early lockdown. He was secured and being punished with sensory deprivation, but that wasn't enough for Brookes. Troublesome inmates, he felt, needed to be dealt with more severely... just one step over the rest. So, without telling any of the underling guards, not even Valerie, Edward made his way to the hallway for solitary confinement, urging the guard in the hallway not to speak of his presence there, and inquiring the location of the inmate hauled there in the morning.

He allowed himself entry into Will's nearly pitch black cell and stepped forward, slowly removing the noise canceling headphones and muzzle from the prisoner's head. As he regained his ability to speak and hear, the Warden stood right before Will, close enough to feel breaths and spit from one another, and began his introduction.

"I knew you'd be a problem, Mister Finch, but I didn't expect you to become one this soon. Quite a number you did on Mister Linwood. But I'm a fair man. Let me hear your end of things before I play the part of the disappointed father and wag a finger in your face. Go ahead, I'm listening."

...

Tagging All as a Bump: firebright24 Zenpai Sybil Athanas WillfulWren Dana Zane nonametobefound xDawn2463x St. Boethius BluEndings

[I hope you're all still here, sorry for the huge delay!!]

 

[St. Boethius]

Jacob didn’t have much to do other than general cleaning as he waited for his shipment of supplies to arrive from the Diocese. He hadn’t been allowed to bring his usual travel gear, but with that demonic presence confirmed the priest knew he was going to have his work cut out for him. Especially thanks to the rather conflicting orders he had received from the Vatican. He had been ordered to leave the demon be. Unless it actively attacked the chapel, Severinus, or Jacob himself. If that were to happen he had permission exorcise it. With such baffling orders Jacob couldn’t help but wonder if the bishop had been bribed! But orders were orders and Jacob would do his best to obey and keep them.
Mentioned: Sybil KasperXIII (still here)

 

[xDawn2463x]

~NIX~

There wasn't time for any more talking. Soon there were to begin their jobs, and as Jasper was escorted to his destination, and Nix to hers, a deepening worry began to reside in her at what was the future for their newly formed band of prisoners. Could it even be called that? Nix didn't know. She quietly walked back into gen-pop, and into her cell. She guessed she and the other inmates doing janitorial would have a to wait a bit. That wouldn't be an issue. The siren plopped her self down quietly on the edge of the bed. Thighs sat on the palm of her hands whilst she breathed a slow sigh of nostalgia.

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((Woop. Sorry for being away for a while. I had to get school under control. It is now though, thank the heavens! xD ))

 

[Zenpai]

Sith nodded to Kala. "You stay safe yourself. Not too many people here are as pleasant to be around as you are," She remarked honestly. She waved her farewell to Kala before starting to head back to the kitchen. She began to clean the dishes the kitchen crew had used to prepare breakfast. She took the pan she had used to make eggs, and ran it under the sink, scrubbing it thoroughly with soap and a sponge. Once the pan was as clean as she thought it could be, she put it away back to where she found it earlier. She sighed, swiping the back of her hand across her forehead. She turned to the utensils the other kitchen staff had used and set about getting to work.

Sybil
(David and Alasdair aren't really doing anything, so I won't bother just writing a one-sentence paragraph for each of them.)

 

[Athanas]

Will did not exactly have time to register the details of what was happening. Not that he could think very clearly, anyways. As he was dragged out of the cafeteria, he could hear Alsadair's laughter. This made him even more furious than he had been. The conniving little rat wasn't even going to offer him the satisfaction of sobbing! No, instead he sat there and pretended to be an utter lunatic-Will was utterly convinced that this was all an act on his part. Practically frothing with rage, he thrashed against Valerie's grasp, almost managing to knock her down-Before the final vestiges of sanity he had left reminded him that doing so while on the wrong end of a shotgun was a poor choice. He allowed himself to be escorted for the rest of the walk to the SHU, occasionally twitching or mumbling something incoherent.

It was when he actually realised what was going to happen to him that he reconnected with reality, in a very sudden and agonizing fashion.
No, NO! You can't fucking do this to me! I have things to work on! You can't-

His pleas were cut short as the muzzle was put into place. He listened to her taunting him. What was she thinking? He had killed almost two hundred people. A lot of them armed and influential, mind you. Why in the world was this bitch here thinking that there would be no consequences for speaking like that?

"You're all going to die. I will make you all scream, I will make you beg, I will make you suffer! I'm going to make an example out of you! No one's-No one can stop me!
As the blindfold was placed over his eyes, one would have to have nerves of steel to not feel the sheer hatred stemming from Will

And thus, he was alone. He couldn't hear, he couldn't see, and worst of all-he couldn't move. He couldn't make anything, he couldn't draw anything. The silence made it too difficult to think, a thousand ideas and voices overlapping each other.
It was madness, truly: He hadn't felt like that in a very long time. He wanted to scream, but couldn't. He wanted to run, but couldn't bring himself to. It was terrifying.

Hours passed like this. By the time the warden had arrived he was dripping with sweat, and a most audible sigh of relief could be heard.

After a somewhat long pause, he managed to concentrate enough on the Warden's words in order to actually understand what he wanted him to say.

"Trouble? I have been nothing but helpful thus far! I didn't start anything! But I am a man of principles. Everything that transpired did so according to logic!
...Let me start over. I was having breakfast, and while in the cafeteria, came across some lovely people, who joined my table. They were really nice, which is always a rare change of pace.
So, while we're in the middle of having a decent morning in what feels like a fucking eternity, Along comes Mr. Linwood. To my knowledge, he didn't know any of us before. That didn't, of course stop him from suddenly mocking me, and being a fucking jackass to my new friends. Can you fucking believe that? Without any reason, any explanation. He just felt like being a fucking ass.

Now this... This is the kind of behavior that really rubs me the wrong way, sir. Having your own issues is fine-more than fine. But taking them out on the innocent? Ruining what will probably be their only moment that they aren't getting abused by the Redhead whore you call a head of security for the rest of the day? Now that's just...cruelty.
Even so, I wished to avoid this. I merely told him that if he wanted to continue this behavior, he could fuck right off, and go annoy some other table. I told him that if he failed to do so, I would beat his face in.
He took another pause, biting hard on his lip. Merely talking about such people made him frothing with rage

"He didn't do that. He instead threw another round of insults around, specifically trying to get me all worked up. So I did the logical thing. I got up, and did what I had told him I would do if he continued.

I never fucking understood that with people. You explain the situation to them, clearly and eloquently, making sure to underline the consequences behind each of their actions. They go and take the course of action that you were absolutely adamant would have very serious repercussions, but when these repercussions actually happen, they act all surprised and confused! Like, what the hell?"

He paused again, thinking of his final arguement:"What do you care, anyways? He's in for life. He's as good as dead, and if he was so quick to dismiss injuries, he wants to die. Why not let me finish him and make us both happy?! You people don't make any fucking sense! You consider yourself moral for saving a life, when that life clearly wasn't worth saving? This is just stupidity!

He stopped, feeling a weight leave his shoulders now that he had explained his frustration to someone. Then he thought about how the Warden would take this accusation of stupidity. Like all idiots, he wouldn't deny it, he would merely grant Will more days in the solitary.
"Even so, maybe...Maybe I overdid it slightly. My anger has always been a key issue. I used to keep sedatives for just such occasions, but... Apparently syringes are potentially more dangerous than a rampaging inmate in your R&D's eyes" He made a small smile on the end of that sentence, feeling his old self returning slowly.

 

[WillfulWren]

Going back in to the kitchen was really not an ideal situation - especially as Silver still hadn't eaten anything at all. The hunger hadn't hit yet, but when it did, she'd probably regret her abandoned breakfast.

Honestly, who decided that letting a man-eating nonhuman with no understanding of what humans actually ate, who had lived in the woods her into life... Should go on kitchen duty? They were obviously stupid and ridiculous and... And she should eat them. As soon as she got the stupid bracelet off of her stupid wrist, she'd eat them!
But, for now, she didn't want to look like she wasn't being useful, so she sidled up close to Sith and whispered. "What are we supposed to be doing?"
Zenpai

 

[Zenpai]

Sith looked over at Silver while she was in the middle of cleaning. Deciding she might as well handle the situation delicately, she said in a soft voice, "We're cleaning the dishes, dear."
She handed Silver a sponge and demonstrated squirting soap onto the cooking utensil before scrubbing it and running it under the water before drying it with a towel and putting it away. "See? Easy. Do you want to try?"
Sith had handled children before. Many young girls in her coven who often came to her seeking guidance. Sith was often glad to help. "Don't bee too rough our you could hurt the sponge or what you're cleaning. Be gentle and make sure to get all of the food off of it."

WillfulWren

 

[WillfulWren]

Nodding enthusiastically as the other asked her if she wanted to try, Silver scrubbed - a little too roughly at first, but at the gentle words she went a little bit gentle on the poor sponge. And the poor tray. She didn't quite succeed in getting all the grease, but at least there were no bacon scraps clinging to the hard plastic.

"Like this?" She held the tray out for inspection.

 

[Zenpai]

"You're close, dear. Just run the pan under the water and scrub it a bit more, and it'll be good to go!" Sith said enthusiastically, patting Silver on the head gently.
Sith was trying to be cautious with the animal girl. Sith didn't quite know what Silver was capable of, and in a prison such as this, it must be something truly terrible to behold. Sith continued washing dishes, occasionally watching Silver out of the corner of her eye.

WillfulWren

(kinda smol sorry)

 

[WillfulWren]

Repeating the action until success was achieved, Silver carried on washing up - until boredom struck and the dish she had been working on was dropped back into the sink. "What were you doing earlier, before breakfast? Can I do that?"
The cooking had looked infinitely more interesting than getting her hands damp.
Zenpai
(it;s fine, it's making me feel better about how smol my posts are because I have no inspiration. )

 

[Zenpai]

Sith gave Silver a questioning look. "What do you mean, dear? Are you talking about making the eggs?"
Silver seemed to be an... enthusiastic girl whit a very obvious lack of maturity. Sith could only hope that Silver wouldn't see Sith as a threat, and take careful action to prevent such. Silver had to have abilities and/or committed a crime bad enough to condemn her to this place. Sith had been trying to keep her tone soft and her words easy to comprehend for the girl.

WillfulWren