Fantasy Thesta Penitentiary for the Wicked

[GetThree]

Nikolai Miskovich | Room 1-9

Niko was not a prideful person. Most strong people tended to be but his life had left him little space to be proud of what he was capable of. However, even he found it hard to receive being called Meat, told that he should “know his place” and threatened all in the same sentence. He disliked fights but he wasn’t a doormat either, self-protection was a strong instinct that still resided in Niko despite his drugged-up state. However, he was also not an impatient person. He could swallow this much hostility if the only other choice was clearly a physical fight. Even more so if it was a fight that he wasn’t guaranteed to win. He didn’t want to test out the remaining extent of his power while stuck in a closed room with an angry giant. So instead, he only blinked up at Dragoul and repeated, “My name is Niko.”

He didn’t agree or disagree but he figured it would be enough to appease the crazy lizardman. “Centaur Lady’s security,” he answered, not being particularly helpful. He didn’t know her much better than “strict” and “security” anyway and he figured that Dragoul would learn the “strict” part anyway if he continued with that attitude. The majority of this prison would already have been baring their teeth and throwing punches with everything Dragoul had said and done if they were in Niko’s position.

Niko truly wasn’t actually thinking of changing roommates. For one, Dragoul was more bark than bite with him. Also because that would never be allowed. Although he had never once caused trouble since coming to Thesta, his bloodthirsty reputation was better known than the real him. The security guards were extra cautious toward him even when he was drugged, except the few dumb ones. “Dragoul…do you know me?” He wondered out loud. He would guess not but Dragoul seemed like he’d pull that attitude with him even if he knew what Niko was capable of anyway.

 

[Zenpai]

Alasdair watched his roommate bundle up on his bunk. A small wave of laughter rippled through his body. His blue skin slowly reverting to its natural color. Alasdair glances back to the pen on the desk. It trembles and lifts into the air for half a second, then falls back to the wooden face of the desk. Dammit. Well, it may be a pain in the ass to make progress with this damn thing around his neck, but progress is progress. He rubs his temples. This stupid horror contraption keeps it all inside his head. Some days it’s even hard to move his limbs, it blocks everything. Imagine having every wish and desire trapped inside your skull. If this isn’t hell, he doesn’t want to know what is. It’s like a bubble around his head, keeping every little thought, every impulse inside. Breaking through is difficult, but not impossible. Weakness is better than nothing.

 

[TannerDedInside2017]

Jack is riding in the back of a truck. Nothing too serious or anything, just a normal truck really. He looked up and noticed that the truck stopped. The back doors flung open and two guards grabbed him by the arms. He shook them off "I'm not gonna run, so keep your filthy ass hands off of me" he said calmly. The guards just grabbed at him again "Not taking any chances." one said. Jack saw the looming building. It was the prison, Thesta, that was supposedly innescapable. The doors were flung open and Jack was thrown into the building. He landed and skidded. Jack got up and brushed his pants and shirt off. "Hey, careful, you may hurt someone" he said sarcastically. The guards just grabbed him and threw him into cell 2-12. "Hey, are you deaf" he said, still being sarcastic, and extremely calm.

 

[KasperXIII]

After assuming that his time would be silence after the initial hellos, Jasper was proven wrong when Alice asked for his name, then shortly after, about his books. Sure, this wasn't the most bothersome or unusual ways he'd expected a cellmate to get in his way, but it did disrupt his reading of the actual books and the brief glimpses of minds of those passing by the slightly open jail cell. Maybe she wouldn't be so 'simple' to shake off. He rolled over in his bed to gaze down at the poor pink-haired girl whose mind, in his opinion, seemed too clouded to be calm. She was uneasy, and uneasiness meant she would be a bother. Like hell was she getting any of the books in which he'd hidden personal notes about the prison. Given her trembling movements, she could very well be a snitch and go tell the warden if she sees or hears anything fishy.

But in between her words and muffled cuss, he could hear a spark of electricity. That explains why the cell is lined in plastic. What a shocker, no pun intended, that his cellmate was not only a girl, but could generate electricity. Who knows what kind of monster she could be if completely unhinged, off the drugs she seemed so pumped with. Was that enough reason for Jasper to experiment with her? Could he trust a woman again after what his sister had done to him? He took a quick look out the door and quickly analyzed the vibes just outside the cell. No one seemed overwhelmed by curiosity to hop in and ask questions. Why would they? Jasper is a relatively quiet fellow anyway.

"Jasper," he said in response to the first question, about his name. The next one, about a book? He scoffed and went on, "And you may not be aware, but books are available from guards around this time before lights out hours. If you wanted a book so badly, you could've easily asked for one instead of foolishly begging."

Ouch. Those last words might've come off as more hurtful than he'd intended. His eyes hovered over Alice for another moment. That definitely wasn't a way to make friend with his cellmate, especially one that could send thousands of volts into his body and drop him dead long before his time. He could already read the hurt feelings coming from her mind. With a fragile mind like her own, would being nice potentially silence her more than authority? Trying to avoid feelings of guilt from showing on his face, he looked down at one of the books in his pile, one he found relatively safe to pass down, one that didn't include anything that could compromise his position, get him written up, or land himself a week in the SHU. Exhaling sharply, he lowered his hand from the end of the bed in this girl's direction.

"But... I suppose you could borrow this. It's a series of old stories from where I used to live in, Filincia. The kinds of stories they tell kids to scare them, but I suppose you could inform yourself about them if you promise to let me read my own book in peace. Okay?"

firebright24

 

[firebright24]

Jasper's words had stung but she refused to let her face show her pain. Begging? She was just trying to politely ask. Did she look that pathetic. Yes, stripped of her gothy clothes that made her feel confident and her own personality due to the drugs, she was hardly herself. Which meant she did look pathetic, more than pathetic. She reached up to take the book glad for something to read. She stood to pace while she read. She always loved these types of stories. They interested her.
The way he was looking at her made her suspicious all of a sudden. Why was he looking at her like he pitied her. The reason hit her like frick ton of bricks. "Can you fucking read my mind?!" she flew into a rage. She felt violated suddenly. He knew she thoughts knew what she was thinking. Her drug addled brain mixed with the sudden rage caused her get dizzy again. She forced herself to think one clear thought as she looked directly at him. Fuck you Jasper. Her head spun with the effort of remaining lucid and her vision went dark. Alice tucked the book into her blankets as she quickly lost control a shock wave of electricity spiked through the room. As she collapsed, throughly weakened by it.
"S-sorry" she whispered numbly as she went back to reading. Trying to calm down.
KasperXIII

 

[KasperXIII]

Random gazes from the corner of Jasper's eye unintentionally fell on Alice, and also picking up on random muffled voices going on in her mind, obviously tones of her reading the tales he spoke of from the book. It bothered him how his eyes kept returning to her. Did he really pity her to this degree? Feeling guilty for how miserable she must feel under the influence of her inhibitors. Jasper could still remember the unpleasant side effects of his serum in the beginning, which seemed to lessen with each dosage. Perhaps he saw her pain, or at least the equal desire to be free from the mental chains she had around her brain. No matter her crimes, which he presumed to be rather heinous given her haircut, she must've been brought to an all time low in this place. He couldn't be sure without properly reading her mind, but so far, just glimpses. He'd take it, though.

But it seemed like his eyes had lingered for two seconds too long. She caught on to what he was doing, but fortunately, she didn't interpret it as being violated sexually. Still, trying to read her mind was violating her in a very different way, but one she wouldn't know about. Or would she? This was a prison full of people with powers, and this room wasn't very heavily modified for anyone but herself. Could she guess that easily that her cellmate enjoys literal mind games? He arched an eyebrow when she snapped at him, distinctly hearing the words Fuck you, Jasper. echo in her mind. Was he busted that quickly? Would she become aggressive all of a sudden? Was this his downfall?

Fortunately not, because she began to feel dizzy and crawled into bed with his book. All he could do is look at her blankly until she faded from his line of sight, and therefore, cutting off the connection between her mind and his ears. He could hear the zaps of her body releasing another charge of electricity, but for now, he couldn't continue to delve into her psyche.

Then she apologized for snapping. Perhaps that episode was related to the drugs. Or her ability. "Hmph. I provide an act of charity, and you yell at me for simply looking at you pace around the cell. That's rich."

He let out a deep sigh as he fell back into his pillow, the book he was indulging in falling by his head. The pity he felt for her returned as he returned the apology. "Sorry... yeah. You still haven't told me your name, hm? Mind if you... tell me?"

firebright24

 

[Gryphtaur]

Tharraleos Polemistis

Location: Gen-Pop Hallway

Mentions: Kisaki

Heavy taloned feet trudged down the dreary corridor, their lengthy claws pitch as the night sky dragging along the frigid concrete. These belonged to a rather weary and lethargic beast that was being escorted through the premises by a quintet of heavily armed guards. The tasers and cattle prods in their arsenal administered no normal shock, but a powerful jolt of arcane magic; perfect for capitalizing on an otherwise elusive weakness to the creature. 4 of these men stood on each corner of the prisoner with one taking lead slightly ahead. Such precautions were necessary given the measures it took just to get the stubborn bastard in here. Luckily he grew down tremendously in size once apprehended, otherwise this place would be really cramped.

6 and 2 thirds feet tall, Tharraleos was the captive's name, a mythical creature by the looks of it. Possessing an amalgamation of avian and raptor features, he was easily distinguished as the heraldic hybrid known as the Griffin. Though his array of more aquatic traits, like the trio of fins sprouting from his white plumaged noggin and webbed skin between his paws and talons led to the idea he was of a somewhat different variety. It was more difficult to distinguish given the uniform designated to him. With a humanoid body, he was simply given the largest size to accommodate his sizable feline frame and the black feathered wings jutting from his shoulder blades. Fortunately, these flight bearing limbs naturally tuck close to his body and squeezing them into the clothing was mostly painless. His tail was a somewhat different story and was currently poking out the bottom of his left pant leg.

Another accessory given courtesy of Thesta was the fashionable harness around his chest shrouded from sight by the jumpsuit.This was embedded with the essence of humility, much like how he himself harbored the essence of pride. Simply put, this left the otherwise capable warrior at constant 90% strength, with higher levels up to 10% power remaining accessible to any authorized personally. Any type of tampering will trigger and magic imbued shock and lower it to a dangerous 1%. It furthermore was a consistent damper on his reserve of hubris energy. This combined with the sedative he was given to level his heart rate to prevent any overflow of adrenaline left the fearsome bird cat understandably lethargic and generally uninterested in causing conflict. Not that he wouldn’t if forced to. He was more than ready to strike all who stood against him if it ever came down to it.

His trip along Gen-Pop Hallway would come to a swift conclusion. They came to a halt on the first floor, second cell to the left; Cell 1-2. With a simple gesture, the caged doors would open and adhering to the mortal’s whims, Tharr stepped into his new home. Seemed his roomate had already arrived, and it couldn’t be no more than 10 minutes since then. Though for a moment he believed his keen eyes deceived him as the one before him was clearly feminine. This was certainly an interesting development. Though something about this silver haired girl made the vanity within him itch. She didn’t appear to be all that interested in interaction, from what the Griffin deduced just within moments. A sentiment he shared. The fact he was even in such a distasteful place was still being processed. His memory was still piecing itself together, but he definitely remembered his more monstrous alter ego was acting extra feral and was sent loose for a few days. Just what did he do, entirely? Guess it was a mystery for now. But with the guards shutting the door behind him and resuming other tasks, Tharr was left to dwell in his thoughts. Not that he was the conversation type, either.

 

[Kisaki]

Alicia stood uo and grabbed the books that were littered in the ground. She turned around once she heard the door open again. "What now?" She muttered under her breath. It seemed her cellmate has finally arrived. She was hoping for another female to be her cellmate but she guessed she have to live with the humongous bird cat for now on. However, the aura around him made her slightly uneased. It would take time for her to get used to it"Hi...Since I'll be living with you I should introduce myself... I'm Alicia de Mania. I'm not much of talker so I won't be much of a bother." She said while keeping a stoic expression. She walked over to the open box cabinet and stored the books on the shelves. Luckily, she was aloud to keep a few books of her own that she had back home. " Which bunk do you want?" Alicia asked, sighing slightly. She didn't want to fight over where she would sleep so she'll just let the griffon pick first.

Gryphtaur

 

[Zenpai]

Alasdair clumbed up onto the top bunk. The feeling of everything trapped in his brain was maddening. He once read a book about a very brilliant girl, but she was paralyzed and never got to express her mind’s power. He’s no genius, but he can understand a fraction of her pain. He lies down, his head resting on his pillow. Is this the cost for his actions? Even before this shithole, he was miserable. Some days he wished that they had just executed him. But this is a new facility. Maybe he can find something to end this feeling. All he can do is wait for something to interrupt this miasmic march to death.
As he lays there, he hears his Cahone’s breaths become less ragged, stabilizing as his body warms up. Alasdair wonders what his new acquaintance is thinking about. All Alasdair could think about was the blankness of this place. Just being here was boring. Ooh! I hope somebody starts a riot! That would be fun to watch. Then again, the man below him would probably get involved, and that sounds like a bad situation for everyone within five miles of this place.
Alasdair sighs. There is no ideal situation here. Even if he didn’t have his collar, they’d probably find a way to punish him. From the looks of his roommate, they can be quite creative. He sighs again. Shit.

 

[Flowiest D]

Cahone looked at his cellmate with a judgementental eye. Was he just lifting the pen.. with his mind?
Sitting in relative silence he reached into his pants to make sure his balls were on the outside of his body. Yep... man I need to fuck some bitch..
Cahone peered into the hallways. When were in the yard... I’ll find Sally.. or even Bec.. Cahone couldn’t wait. He reached into his sock drawer and pulled out a bag of prepared weed. Rolling a joint he looked toward Alasdair. “Comedian, you want one?”

 

[Zenpai]

“Not really my thing.... ah, why the hell not. Got to be better than without, especially in this place.” Alasdair said, peering down from the top bunk. He reached his hand down.

 

[Flowiest D]

“Not really my thing.... ah, why the hell not. Got to be better than without, especially in this place.” Alasdair said, peering down from the top bunk. He reached his hand down.

Cahone had a small smile. “I get to keep this blanket.. and I wanna see you do that thing with the pen again” he states setting aside the joint and getting ready to roll another. “Deal?”

 

[Zenpai]

“Fair enough.” Alasdair says, smirking. He hops down from the top bunk. “It took me a week to get through this stupid collar the first time, but I’m adjusting.” Alasdair figured maybe giving up some information might cause him to surrender some of his own. He stares at the pen. It trembles and lifts a few inches into the air. Maybe I can push the limit a little. He focuses more intensely. The pen snaps in half. The small feeling of victory is overshadowed by the feeling of his head being split in two. He feels blood trickle from his ears. Damn.
“That good enough?” He asks, breathing heavily.

 

[Flowiest D]

Seeing the pen rise and snap in midair Cahone nods and finishes a second joint
Standing out of his chair he puts both in his mouth before lighting them with his fingertip which sported a small flame. He handed the smaller of the joints to Alasdair but his question changed mid sentence “what is that you.. your ears are bleeding...” he breathes in and out blowing smoke upwards into his slowly fuming hair. Looking at the collar on his cell mates neck... that must be it..

“I can probably burn that off you know” he states pointing at the collar “I burnt the first few wrist... devices off my arm” he mentions gesturing to the device clamped around his wrist.
He warns however “they know straight away though.. so unless you have a plan or just really can’t stand it.. might not be worth the trouble”

 

[Zenpai]

“This thing is old. They didn’t even give me a new one when I got here. This is from the prison I was in before. The only way they’d notice is if a guard that knew about it saw. Most don’t even know it’s there.” Alasdair resons. It’s probably gonna hurt like hell, but at least it’ll be a degree of freedom.
“I wouldn’t be able to use my powers in front of guards, but I’ll still have the option... is there somewhere private where we could get this done?”

 

[Morgrim]

Dragoul Prime
Location: Room 1-9
Mentions: GetThree


"Oh head of security eh?" He said aloud. Dragoul may have had a problem with manners, but he was usually suppressed well enough that he couldn't hurt anyone even if they did start something outside of his room, so he had never had the pleasure of meeting the fabled centaur. This disappointed Dragoul because maybe they could have proved a challenge for him. He had the feeling if someone could actually start hurting him with his collar on he could break right out of his binds. Perhaps he should make it a personal goal to piss off the strongest looking person so he could have a little fun. That definitely wouldn't be Niko though as he looked him up and down again. Maybe the boy did have some muscle, but it was hidden well enough under his clothes. Dragoul's on the other hand were visibly showing at all times, his bulk threatening to strain and break his clothing as if flexing would rip the fabric.

Then he said another thing, asking if he knew who he was. Dragoul looked at him dumbly and shook his head. "Nah, never heard of ya, why you a celebrity?" He asked. Niko may have been quite legendary, but Dragoul is never in the loop about anything, hell for all he knows all the inmates could have a plan to escape this hell, and he'd still be in his room napping because he doesn't know any better. Horribly oblivious, and without a single friend has led him seriously lacking in information about most things, not to mention he was far from intelligent. His strength relied on actual strength and instinct. When he was in touch with his instinct he could predict most things, and it would save his life, but this is usually on when he is in a fight. "Well you gonna tell me Me-... Niko?" Nearly calling him meat again, but clearly it pissed him off when he did that, so he tried so very hard to be friendly.

 

[Flowiest D]

“This thing is old. They didn’t even give me a new one when I got here. This is from the prison I was in before. The only way they’d notice is if a guard that knew about it saw. Most don’t even know it’s there.” Alasdair resons. It’s probably gonna hurt like hell, but at least it’ll be a degree of freedom.
“I wouldn’t be able to use my powers in front of guards, but I’ll still have the option... is there somewhere private where we could get this done?”

Cahone just grins “firstly, it may hurt, maybe even scar.. can you be silent?”
He finishes his joint quickly and turns the butt to ash in his fingertips.
Taking a step toward the cell door and peeking about, before walking back over to his comedian friend. Who was presumably going to be in debt to Cahone soon.
“Secondly..What exactly does that collar stop you from doing?”

 

[Zenpai]

Alasdair goes over to his drawer. He takes out one of his long-sleeved shirts and tears off one of the sleeves for something to bite down on. As he does this, he says “oh, you know. The usual, moving objects and creating sentient life.”

 

[Flowiest D]

Alasdair goes over to his drawer. He takes out one of his long-sleeved shirts and tears off one of the sleeves for something to bite down on. As he does this, he says “oh, you know. The usual, moving objects and creating sentient life.”

“I do this I better not get Any trouble whatsoever from you. “ he motioned Alasdair toward the back of the wall. “On your knees”
Cahone sighs when his cellmate looked up at him with surprise.
“Calm down jus...” he pushes him down being careful not to be rough and with a hand on top of Alasdair’s head he moves it side to side looking for the angle on his collar, the best place to start.
A guard walked past and saw a cellmate on his knees and Cahone standing there in front of him.
Finally happened. He thought to himself with a smirk, but walked faster not wanting to hear or see.

After a minute or two of a awkward position Cahone licks his fingers and a audible sizzle could be heard. He pressed one finger on a screw and the others on the collar, Alasdair would feel the heat rising.
“Lift your head a bit” Cahone instructs as he uses his free hand to help.
Eventually the collar snaps and Cahone quickly snatched it away from his neck and squishes it and molds it into a decent sized shank. He walks over to the toilet and flushes. Dipping the red hot shank into the bowl to cool it, steam goes everywhere.

 

[Zenpai]

Alasdair stands, his neck stinging.
He spits out the sleeve. “If someone told me I’d be on my knees in front of another man in prison, I would have thought it would have been under different circumstances... hoped, even.”
He sighs, flexing his fingers. He checks to see that there are no guards. He closes his eyes, and both beds move smoothly into the air. He holds them there for a few seconds, then sets them down noiselessly.
“I probably won’t make a move against you. Besides, I kind of owe you one.”

 

[Flowiest D]

Cahone thought for a split second but ultimately Ignores the statement about Alasdair being on his knees and hoping..
“Glad your smart comedian” Cahone States looking at his new shiv. Twirling it in his hand a few times before taking the spat out sleeve ripping it a bit more and making a handle. “You been assigned a job yet?” He asked putting the shank in his coat sleeve before sitting down again.

 

[Zenpai]

“Why did you look at me like that?” Alasdair thinks back to what he said and laughs. “Oh. That. Yeah. When it comes to that I find most people infuriating, but I can be attracted to either.” He says.
He laughs again. “ why do people react like that? Being straight isn’t the golden standard it used to be, you know.” He sighs.
“Anyway, I work in heavy machinery. About as good of a pun as you smoking.” He says

 

[Flowiest D]

“I just haven’t had my dick sucked in a few weeks” Cahone States with a chuckle.
He couldn’t help but think what other inmates were up to. Surely someone was having fun, probably at someone’s expense.. that tanner dude probably starting trouble with his new cellmate..
Pretty sure I saw a fucking griffon on the way back... Cahone was thankful not to have a collar, but the water treatment wasn’t any better. In fact if water punishment had been implemented into the Pyrite teaching methods...
Why, Cahone would probably be a good boy.
Damn that night in Mexico...just thinking about it made his blood boil, and his thoughts to drift...

 

[Zenpai]

“Yo, airhead.” Alasdair says, waving a hand in front of Cahone’s face “I was gonna say thank you.”

 

[firebright24]

Alice sniffled as tears slipped down her face a bit. Very glad that Jasper couldn't see them she let them fall.
"My name is Alice" She said softly. "Yes, you let me borrow a book. I just didn't appreciate the idea of some one reading through my head. I would prefer you didn't. If you want to know something about me just ask. My brother Killian is telepathic, He could read minds too. Talk about never having privacy." She paused in the book and took a deep shuddering breath. Where was Kill now? How was he doing. Oh how she missed the fool.
"I'm in here for robbing a bank, or trying to. Hard to get a proper job as an orphan who is electric. You end up scaring away people...or worse. I used to be pretty volatile. Now I can hardly speak properly." She shook her head again and tried to keep herself from weeping. Who was she kidding. He probably knew everything about her. Killian would have as soon as she got within 100 feet of him. Oh how she longed to be free. To not be addled by these drugs. She chewed on her lower lip and trembled. Alice curled up and went back to her reading as she hummed softly to herself.
KasperXIII