Fantasy Thesta Penitentiary for the Wicked

[TannerDedInside2017]

Tanner smiled as he got up and layed down onto his bed. He then started pressing on the wound some more. A tingle would be sent through his body as he did this. Once again, he started to laugh and giggle. He pressed even harder and the laughing became even louder. Then, he pressed even harder. He was laughing maniacally at this point, it was uncontrollable. Other prisoners could probably hear him, but he didn't care. This time he dug into his flesh with his fingernails at where he had gotten burnt, now he was laughing an unbelievable amount, this made him feel good, he loved the feeling. It was like Heaven.

 

[Zenpai]

What in hell? “Okay, officially ready to die.” Alasdair rolls over and puts his pillow over his head.

 

[GetThree]

Nikolai Miskovich | Room 1-9

Niko found himself shoved into a room and handed a slip of paper that had a name written on it. "Dragoul Prime" it proclaimed in messy script. Dragoul. What a weird name. Surely it heralded an equal weird man. His future prospects in cohabitation already felt less than promising. His roommate had yet to arrive, giving Niko the freedom to choose his bunk. Naturally, he chose the top one, where he could hopefully stay undisturbed by whoever came through that door next. He was slowly unpacking his few belongings, arranging everything neatly on the right half of the shelf, when the door burst open. A gigantic figure entered, looking vastly different even from his own wild imagination.

He remained on the floor, sitting cross-legged in front of the shelf, internally debating whether or not to greet the other man. From where he sat, he had to strain his neck to see the lizardman's face. He imagined that even if he were to stand up he would still be more than a full head shorter than his new roommate. Damn it. Niko's height had always been a sore spot for him and now he had to live with this giant?

"Niko," he replied, his voice lulling and barely louder than a whisper. He was faintly amused at being called Meat. Perhaps that was just a thing for his race? He might have replied too softly because his partner merely carried on insulting him in a loud, booming voice. Niko's amber eyes narrowed marginally at the man's rant and he stood up, dreamy aura infused with a bit of something much sharper. "If you could keep your voice down, it would be much appreciated," he started, voice more solid, though just as melodic. He let himself enter the other's Dreamscape slightly. It was a complete mess. Quiet. It was little more than a faint suggestion. He didn't want to waste his limited energy. The man was clearly a warrior, not one to be silenced so easily. But it would at least make Dragoul hesitate to raise his voice again. "My name is Niko, let's get along," he repeated, wearing a faint smile as he looked at the lizardman in the eyes.

 

[firebright24]

The guard across from Alice lifted her to her feet and shoved her in the direction of a door.
"Your new roommate is over here." He growled at her and Alice scurried to room as fast as she could manage. The drugs made staying on her feet nearly impossible as opened the cell door and tossed her blankets up into the top bunk crawling up the ladder shortly after. She then created a rather cozy nest of blankets to curl up in and that is exactly what she did. Her roommate obviously hadn't gotten to the room yet. She just hoped they weren't going to be insufferable. She proceeded to hum softly to herself as she awaited the arrival of her roommate. Pink hair cascading over her face as her nails tapped along the bed frame to the tune of her humming.

 

[Zenpai]

Alasdair sits at his desk, where he has been staring at a pen for an hour and a half. His face is strained as he rubs his temples. Every few minutes, the pen trembles, but only slightly. He sighs and lays his head down on the desk.

 

[Morgrim]

Dragoul Prime
Location: Cell 1-9
Mentions: GetThree

Dragoul looked at the small man, he was more than just a head shorter than him, it was almost two if the lizard man didn't slouch. He was nearly seven feet tall so he stood above almost all others in the prison, be they guards or fellow inmates. He looked down, and it seemed the boy meant no harm, how cute. The boy told him to be quiet, and this sparked a fire in his chest, one that made him laugh as someone, or something as he saw it told him what to do. It was not a laugh meant to intimidate or threaten, it was jovial in nature. "Well look at you, you certainly got a pair of balls on you! Hahaha! Wait you do have balls right?" He looked at him, and could hardly tell, the boy was very smooth and soft looking. Perhaps it was a female and he had not been able to tell. "You one of them traps?" He blurted out blatantly.

As the boy continued to talk he felt something worming in the back of his head, it was naught but a quiet whisper, but it nagged at him. He blankly looked around the room as if he would find the answer somewhere on the wall, but alas it was just solid grey concrete, nothing of interest unless you were crazy. He couldn't put his finger on it, so he didn't. He shrugged it off as if it was nothing. Really it wasn't necessary for Niko to try and get in his head. As much as Dragoul wanted to eat flesh, and as tasty and soft the man looked he didn't want to be executed in the prison by the guards, or subjected to something worse, so he was in fact harmless. That was when the feeling started to go away, and the man talked again. Let's get along he said. "What's that you want to be friends?" He crossed his arms once more, muscles bulging all along his triceps as he mocked a look of intense thought and focus before finally throwing up his arms in the air. "Ah fuck it why not, but I get top bunk." He declared as he tossed his stuff up on the upper most half of the bed. Niko would have to prey that Dragouls weight doesn't bring down the bed on him while he is sleeping below. "I'm Dragoul a black mountain barbarian and cook."

 

[KasperXIII]

It seemed as if Jasper were last in line as he saw the guards handing out slips of paper assigning each of the lowlifes around him their newly assigned cell and cellmate. The wait for his own seemed endless, unless his name were somewhere on the bottom. He could wait all night, though - no rush in meeting the potentially annoying creature he'd be sitting in a cell with for many years to come. The less face time, the better, even if he doesn't even know the name of his soon-to-be cellmate. It was amusing, however, to read off emotions of disgust, intrigue, confusion, off of the inmates who'd already received this information and wandered off to their new homes, as he stood at the ledge of the second floor, watching them from afar and even cracking a grin at the more interesting moments of distaste. It felt like the good old days of sitting behind a slate of glass and reading minds for the greater good that eventually put him behind bars. If only the serum could just die out quicker, to give him a bit of time before he has to get his next injection.

As he felt a rather muscular inmate brush shoulders with him and enter his past cell, Jasper could only wonder what his orderly chambers would become under the ownership of two unknown heads that could potentially be filthy savages. Nothing he could do about it now, as a new home was already allocated for him as his shoulder was patted from behind by one of the guards. He turned around, snapping out of whatever mind-assessment he was focused on and staring the officer in the eye, keeping a fair distance between the two.

"Bent, here's your new cell, as well as your assigned cellmate," he spoke, placing the slip of paper on top of Jasper's roll of belongings, right in the mind reader's line of sight. He was then nudged in the direction of his new cell, 2-7, with the end of the guard's nightstick. Seemed as if an initial blank reaction wasn't quite appropriate. "Now move it. Once you're settled, you're due in the medic bay for your next injection. No slacking, the doc needs sleep, too, y'know."

Jasper gave no verbal response as the guard turned his back and marched off with is pile of remaining assignments. More injections, just what he needed as he huffed a sigh and turned his back to walk down the isle of cells. 2-7, so he was still on the upper level, and not too far away from his old cell at 2-10. Just three doors down. He curiously peeked into each of the doors in between just to get a kick for how the rest of gen-pop was feeling about this new arrangement. Hard to tell; it's quite mixed, although there is an overwhelming feeling of disgust for the new set of inmates coming and the idea of sharing cells. He couldn't blame them; he, too, wasn't fond of the concept. Why couldn't Thesta just expand their facility? They clearly have the funds to to maintain this place.

Cell 2-7. He stepped inside to see that his cellmate had already beat him in here: a girl? Not quite what he expected, but he could already guess what her special ability was just by seeing the plastic lining on the walls. She must have some sort of electricity-generating capability. Shocking, no pun intended, that they were able to contain it this well. He didn't have to read her mind to see that she was weak and feeling terrible. Possibly by drugs, and a ton of them. Did she need to be sedated this badly to contain her powers? Just seeing this pink haired girl on the brink of tears reminded him of... well, himself, when he was first arrested. Scared. Perhaps Lady Luck was on his side by handing him a roommate that could keep to herself, or be easily manipulated, if he so chose.

"Hi," Jasper uttered in an attempt to get her attention, just so she knows that her roommate was here. He tossed his roll of belongings to the top bunk in the cell, then climbed up the ladder to take a seat on the top bunk to sort through them, unrolling the sheets across the mattress to expose his things. Being on the top bunk, it'd be hard to see from below, especially for a girl that looked impaired by substance. But what did he know about this girl? All he could get in the way of a vibe was that she was terrified. Did he look THAT scary? Did he look like the kind of person who likes mind games?

He simply sat in his bed, gathering his writing and artwork into a neat stack to go through it all, wasting as much time as possible to delay his injection.

 

[GetThree]

Nikolai Miskovich | Room 1-9

Niko stared at the lizardman with unblinking eyes, part fascinated and part confused. He had been insulted, questionably befriended and ignored all at the same time. He watched silently as the larger man pondered on a reply to his sentence before abruptly declaring friendship between them. Niko hadn't even been asking to be friends. Shut up, don't get in my way. That had clearly been the intended message. How did it translate so wrongly in Dragoul's head? Perhaps he came off as so non-threatening to the beast that anything he did would be categorized as a cute kitten playing around. Niko pouted slightly at that. He had always been more fond of dogs over cats.

The small, barely noticeable pout remained on his face as he watched Dragoul climb up the bunk he had reserved for himself. "But...I put my pillow there," he remarked, not really putting much effort into the argument. It didn't seem like his new roommate was the listening type. Unfortunately, there wasn't much he could do. It wasn't as if he could physically drag the mountain-like man down. He sure as hell wasn't going to sleep underneath the already creaking top bunk, either, however.

A sharp pain shot through his head, a signal that the pill was losing its effect, making Niko frown. Strange, the drug seemed to fade faster today. He had used his power, very little of it but used all the same, only a few minutes ago as well. Distracted by that train of thought, he barely noticed that the other man had introduced himself. All he'd caught was that he was a cook abd would therefore most likely be sharing kitchen duty with him. Niko heaved a sigh internally. Why did fate hate him? He plopped down on the only other available space - the floor and leaned against the cool surface of the shelf, staring up at Dragoul with glazed eyes. "Nice to meet you. I'm Niko," he repeated, as if having forgotten that he had already introduced himself. In reality, it was because he suspected that the lizardman would forget his name if he didn't reiterate it and being called Meat constantly didn't suit his tastes.

( Morgrim )

 

[Zenpai]

Alasdair woke up, still sitting at the desk. How long have I been asleep? He peered between the bars in his cell and saw a digital clock hanging from the ceiling in the hallway. He had been asleep for an hour. Not that bad, but it still isn’t ideal. He sat up, the bones in his back creaking slightly. He turned around, followed by a series of pops traveling down his spine. He turned to look at his cell mate, who appeared to be brooding, for some unattainable reason. Alasdair sighed. He knew this place would boring as death. He couldn’t do a single thing that brought him joy. He thought about reading, but he doubted the guards would have anything in his tastes. He couldn’t use his powers, which takes a lot of the joy out of his life. And there was nobody to torment. No one to make scream with agony. Life like this is utter murder to his psyche. He could get a rise out of the guards to at least feel something. But the thought of being beaten senseless was not his ideal way to find entertainment. His thoughts turned to the fellow being dragged off by the guards to hell knows where. It seemed like if he’s getting dragged off to whatever cruel punishment, he would at least be entertaining. He began to approach the bars of his cell.
“Guards?” He summoned.
“What do you want?” The guard replies.
“I don’t think my roommate rather enjoys my presence. Could you possibly give her a new one? I’m sure she’d appreciate it” he says. “As for her replacement, how about that man being dragged off earlier. I’m very convincing. Maybe I could calm him down, keep him out of trouble.”

 

[Zenpai]

The guard walked off. As he left, Alasdair saw the guard reach for his earpiece before he walked out of sight. Alasdair sat down at the desk. He sat for a few minutes, pondering what could be ahead. He was pulled out of his thoughts by a banging on the cell bars. Alasdair approached the door.
“Cell transfer approved” The guard leans in and whispers “Consider this payment if you keep him out of trouble. I’m tired of trying to cover up his messes, Warden’s on to me.”
Alasdair nods and walks back to his bunk, smirking. At least there’s a chance he won’t die of boredom.

 

[Morgrim]

Dragoul crawled up onto the top bed, and he settled in as best he could, ignoring the mixed expressions on Niko face that he had clearly caused. The bed let out a distinct cry of discomfort in the sign of heavy creaking as his weight was threatening to split the supports in two, and turning it into one big bed that they would either have to fight over, or share and Dragoul could cuddle Niko like a little plushie. "I hope you weren't planning on top bunk." He said as he threw Niko's pillow down into his lap, and replaced it with his own, a pillow that was much larger to accommodate for his bulk. "I could be convinced to share though." He chuckled as he patted the spot in front of him. A sliver of space that was just barely large enough for a small person. He knew the boy wouldn't take the offer though, he very much doubted they wanted to share. So Dragoul stopped, and flipped over, he was still listening, but trying to think as well.

Dragoul was reciting him memories on how he got stuck in here, he was remembering that he served in town as a cook at a local grill n chill. People liked his cooking, and they were friendly to him even though he was anti-social, but they chalked it up to him being a loner, and a giant reptile. For two years no one questioned him, until they did. People had gone missing in those two years much more than usual, and they found out that Dragoul had been killing them, and bringing what remained of them to work as finely cut slabs of meat. He had been serving the entire town their friends, and when they found out the first immediate reaction was to vomit, the second was to call someone that could deal with him. So naturally they brought twenty people, all with tranq guns to deal with him. He was strong, and fast, but not quick enough to dodge a volley of dug laced darts.

Three years ago he woke up in his own room with no freedoms to speak of, and now three years later he is forced to share a space that was his own. This made Dragoul grumble in response, but he needed a distraction, something to take his mind of this unfortunate situation. He reached his hands into his pants, and the sounds that followed will not be described, but it would probably traumatize poor Niko being stuck in a room with someone that had no respect for privacy or personal space.

 

[TannerDedInside2017]

Tanner released his hand from his shoulder and looked at where he was wounded. There was blood on his shirt where the wound was located. Tanner reached under his shirt and touched the wound. He giggled a little. He then removed his hand from his shoulder and looked at his fingers. There was blood on them. Tanner then licked his fingers in pure ecstasy. Enjoying every moment of it. He started laughing some more, and the laughing got increasingly louder every lick. Soon, he was laughing very loudly, once again. He then stopped licking his bloodied fingers. He was done, still laughing and giggling. Something was defintely and noticeably wrong with him, he had a problem.

 

[Flowiest D]

Cahone was shivering, his teeth clatter together as the winch slowly lifts him out of the water, the mechanical noise making a slight grind as it lowers the inmate onto the stone floor,
A guard opened the metal door with a somewhat happy face “lucky you pyro.. “
Cahone tried to glare but he was a mess. This wasn’t nearly as long as last time.
“The guards think it’s not worth letting you and Black kill each other.. youuuu are getting moved.”
Cahone tried to speak but just stammered.
“New friend is waiting for ya.. come on stand up” the guard teases.
“Ah.. a mi.. minute..” Cahone manages through his now blue and white lips.

“Fucks sake get him a towel” the second guard poked his head in, “I wanna go eat” “fine fine.. fucking fat tub all you do is eat” the first guard mutters as he walked to where the winch operators sat. Taking a towel and throwing it at Cahone who quickly scrambled to it and dried his hair, his feet.. rubbed his shrinking privates. And stood just rubbing his hands all over himself for friction.

“If the other inmates saw this... think he’d still be called boss?” One asked with a slight giggle.
“You realise most people who get put in the pool die of hypothermia” the other corrected.
“Only two or three inmates actually survive the pool”

Cahone breathed fire on himself after a few minutes and was dry. The blue in his skin turning back to white. He was dressed and escorted toward his new cell.

“Your stuffs been moved already..” a guard tells Cahone.

Zenpai Alasdair would notice a guard open the cell and put a few uniforms in a empty drawer, socks and cahones coat.
He looked at Alasdair.. “You.. asked for this didn’t you?” He asked somewhat hesitant. The guard with him leans closer into the cell gate. “Yea did you?”

 

[Zenpai]

Alasdair smirks.
“Yes.” He says
“ and I can make your life a whole lot easier, restraining him-wise, if you take this off” Alasdair remarks, pointing at his collar.
“Nice try, scum.” The guard scoffs, walking out the door.

 

[Flowiest D]

The two guards walked eitherside of Cahone as they directed him to gen pop.
The two guards waiting at Alasdair’s cell opened it and let Cahone in.

Here we go all over again. This man seemed less.. on edge as the previous cell mate.
His sunken features and overall appearance seemed like one that hadn’t been fed properly. Must be some reason he is in thesta however. Can’t just assume everyone walked in due to their code. “My name is Cahone Pyrite” he states with a stoic tone.
“Who are you? An.. “ ACHOO... Cahone had turned his head to sneeze in no one’s direction I have a cold..urghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.
Cahone quickly put his coat on. “Ignore that.. Who are you? Have you any questions?”
Cahone pinched his thumb and pointer finger over his nostrils and flung some snot out the cell door. huffing a bit of flame out his mouth and nose.

 

[Zenpai]

“Okay. A) what did you do earlier, I saw them drag you out of a cell after some yelling and then that maniac laughed his head off, I’m assuming whatever it was, it was hilarious. B) do you need tissues? I get sick every now and then, too.”
Alasdair looks him over and noticed his skin pigmentation.
“Are you an alien or do you need a blanket?” He asks, cocking an eyebrow.

 

[Flowiest D]

Cahone chuckled And coughed “my previous cell mate..” he had to think back to an hour or two before “tanner something.. he tried acting tough.. did... something to my hand which made me drop my drink.”
Thinking back on tanners smile and laughter as the whole ordeal went down he adds “I think he’s one of those folks who get jollies off to being hurt... I personally don’t mind a bite from a nice looking woman” he smirked before sitting down.
The alien comment makes Cahone chuckle all over again.
“I.. just need a moment” he says as normally as he could. Even with his wooly coat Cahone was obviously cold as frozen shit.
His trembling fingers went to find a smoke from his stuff.

 

[Zenpai]

“I hope you realize that you smoking is utterly unironic.” Alasdair said narrowing his eyes. He then climbs up to his bunk and hands Cahone his own blanket. “I can keep myself warm on my own. You need it more than I do”

 

[Flowiest D]

Taking the blanket with a surprised look on his face he wraps it around himself, nodding in appreciation.

Another non smoker... even in prison the world hates smokers now.
Learning from the previous encounter Cahone put his smoke back down. Breathing a few short bursts of flame and sighing. Cahone felt more able to speak. “Smoking is my choice.. and in here, I like having choices”
Considering how I used to live.. free, a non stop firestorm of fun..

 

[Zenpai]

“I wasn’t shaming you. I’m just pointing out it’s not a good pun.”

 

[Flowiest D]

Cahone legit barked a flame of laughter as he head went back and he coughed a few times. “ I think we should get along fine comedian” he states not knowing his name as no one has told him.

Cahone put socks over his socks and sat in his chair with his arms inside his jacket trying to warm up.

 

[firebright24]

Alice's head spun as she focused on what her new roommate had said.
"Hello" She said back to him. She had to muster all her strength just to do that. Oh how she wished she were free and not miserable. She didn't expect all the drugs. The prison could have been tolerable, if she wasn't so heavily drugged. She wished she could say hi to her new roommate better but she was so out of it. She forced herself to sit up and shake her head in an attempt to clear her mind.
"W-what's your name", Electricity sparked between her fingers and her hair went static. "Fuck" she muttered to herself, as she tried to flatten it back out. She tried to focus her thoughts on a task as she set to braid a lock of the longer portion of her hair. He wasn't what she expected. Her roomie didn't look like a convict, instead he looked like he had stepped out of a magazine (minus the jumpsuit of course). He had spread papers out up there it sounded like. Did he have books? Oh how she longed for a book or two. Perhaps he would let her read his. It might help clear the fog from her mind.
"D-do you have books? Would you mind if i borrowed one? I wont ruin it, I promise" She bit her lip thoughtfully, half praying he would let her read one.

 

[Kisaki]

Alicia was a new arrival to the prison. The guards pulled her along as they walked into the large prison. It seemed like any other jail she seen on TV , but inside the inhabitants told it was anything but that. "Not what I had in mind..." She sighed as she walked past prisoners who yelled vulgar things to her or laughed maniacally in their rooms. "Here we are." One of the guards said as they opened the door to the medeical room. "Finally" A nurse walked up to Alicia and placed on a choker around her neck. Once she heard the click she started to feel heavy. "A special inhibitor just- for- you. You should be glad it's pretty." The nurse said. The angel looked down at the cross that was attached to the choker. It was pretty but a nuisance since she won't be able to use her powers to her own degree. Alicia reached her hand up to the cross and squeezed it. "Now, let us show you the way to your cell."
~~
Alicia was dragged along to her cell. She insisted she could walk but the officers here seem to love dragging people against their will. "Here's your room whitey! Be nice to your cellmate when he arrives. "The officer said as he pushed her in and locked the door behind her. She frowned, dropping to her knees. Alicia cupped her hands together and closed her eyes. " I know I must be punished God, but this is rather cruel." She muttered. Everyone in the prison seemed a little crazy. Alicia found it irritating that she will spend over 60 years in a prison with the people around her while wearing the ugly uniforms that officers gave her. She just hoped her cellmate wasn't a embodiment of sin or Satan himself.

 

[GetThree]

Nikolai Miskovich | Room 1-9

He had been planning on top bunk but he wasn’t about to admit it. He was perfectly happy here on the floor, for now. When work or lunch break was over, he’d make an effort to return here first and occupy the top bunk first. The beast can have a taste of his own medicine then. He considered the possibility of the big man simply carrying him down or, even worse, joining him. At that point, he would just have to use his ability again. That was also an opportunity to test out the theory that using his power led to overuse of the drug and thus making it fade faster.

If it turned out to be true, he could possibly overcome the inhibitor by enduring the mental pain of forcing his power through. The guards would never see it coming. Not that he intended to do anything with that knowledge. He was just bored. If he were to escape, the first person they would go to when searching for him was Mikhail. That investigation may lead to the discovery of things he didn’t want being discovered. Therefore, it was better for him to stay quietly here, trapped in his own muddled mine.

These serious thoughts of his were disrupted by the sound of Dragoul…doing unspeakable things. This can’t be happening, was his first thought. On the outside, his face was as calm as ever but inside he was dying. As hilarious as the situation was on theory, the actual experience was horrifying. Niko closed his eyes and pretended not to notice. When it was finally over, a moment of silence passed between them. “Do you think the Centaur Lady would listen if I asked for a new roommate?” Niko asked, jokingly though the tone of his voice made it sound like he was actually distressed.


Morgrim

 

[Morgrim]

Dragoul Prime
Mentions: GetThree
Location: Room 1-9

Dragoul finished with a happy little grunt, as he breathed a little plume of flame. One of his little expressions when he was deeply satisfied or happy, until his roommate had to go and kill the mood for him. He basically said he wanted a new roommate, and they had only be sharing the same space for a good 15 minutes or so, it was outrageous. He flipped over, and looked at the small fry with deep angry golden eyes. "What's your problem? Don't like sharing well too bad you are stuck with me!" He said pointing a thumb at himself to emphasize his point. Dragoul had trusted him enough to turn his back at him, and now he makes him out to be some kind of barbarian; which is his. "Listen here meat, I like you, so far you are quiet and know your place, so I am not going to let you ruin a good thing, got it?"

He asked him, and if the man said anything other than yes there was going to be a real big problem real soon. He wouldn't kill him oh no, but he would make sure he is indisposed. Dragoul had been secretly hoping since word about the roommates that he would get someone who wouldn't start shit on a daily basis. He had seen others that were loud mouth psychopaths that would try to prove themselves to be the strongest, and Dragoul hated them. He knew he was the strongest, and when other people made the same claim it pissed him off to the ends of the earth, well most things post him off, but that specific instance significantly more so. He could see himself getting along with Niko if he just let him. He didn't want to have to find someone else, and he didn't want the guards getting involved again. He hated those smug bastards too, and the moment he gets free he can think a few of that he would bite the heads of their scrawny little bodies. Well scrawny in comparison to Dragoul. "And who the hell is this centuar lady you are talking about. I haven't seen any horse bitches around." Dragoul hadn't he spent a lot of time in isolation for violent tendencies. The usual like starting fights, and killing other prisoners that pissed him off too much.