Fantasy Thesta Penitentiary for the Wicked

[Zenpai]

Alasdair was confused. How can a prisoner, of all people like the ones imprisoning him? Alasdair realised That his roommate didn’t even know his name. That feels a little impersonal for someone who seems to consider him at most a friend. Alasdair reasons that if he wanted to know he’d ask, but... he doesn’t really know. If only he’d been born with the ability to predict the future. His life would be so much easier. Alasdair notices the thin cracks and fissures forming in the wall he was staring at. Dammit. He was letting his emotions get in his head. He only met the man recently. Why did he care? He isn’t usually one for friendships. He hasn’t felt much companionship for anyone ever since what his mother did. After that, he lost all his friends and it was practically impossible to feel. Anything that wasn’t a facade in his life was inexistent or a lie he told himself. So why does he care?

 

[Flowiest D]

“Comedian,” Cahone States to grab Alasdair’s attention. Walking toward the bunk he sat at, “Zen usually has something good to say if you let him.. and I told him you aren’t bad” he jokingly shoved one of his legs hanging over the edge of the bunk. “Don’t make me a liar..” he chuckles. He went to kick the lid up on the toilet before pissing into the bowl.

It was then as he looked around he noticed... cracks in the wall...
Looking at the ceiling he finds smooth concrete. In his cell with Tanner, heavy duty water sprayers were attached to the ceiling.
“They must have not thought this cell shit through... falling apart already haha”

 

[Zenpai]

Alasdair chuckles weakly. “Yeah.” Fuck. He was letting his feelings show. He quickly plasters on a smirk and looks at Cahone.
“Is there anything to do In this place? Im bored.”
He was, but he was just trying to make idle chat to distract Cahone. And himself. He couldn’t allow mental weakness show, especially in a place like this. He knew that he would be swallowed whole if he gave any of the true monsters here a chance. And that could be literal. He overheard talk of a giant cannibalistic lizard man earlier. He vaguely remembers a similar character from a comic book. He felt his mental barriers raise, keeping out every feeling and resorting to his more manipulative self.

 

[Flowiest D]

“You be a good enough boy and you might be able to work more then sit in here” Cahone answers as he shakes more than is needed, flushing he toilet and kicking the seat back down he looked at the cracks as he walked past.
Wonder whose on the other side.
“Hell... you make a deal and act good you might even get a radio or TV” he joked.

His own deals with the guards came once stories spread about the hot headed inmate. A guard would slowly walk by cahones cell.. mentioning a inmate who was particularly nasty, and if he turned up a crispy corpse later that week
Wouldn’t you know it? A bottle of tequila in his cell..
or a carton of smokes.
That time they let Sally visit..
he hadn’t spoken to her in a while, assuming if some sort of trouble for her was afoot he would hear about it.

 

[Zenpai]

Alasdair shakes his head “Nobody just gives away something. Everybody has an agenda, everything has a price. Even if I worked harder, they’d still expect something In return. Why not just accept what you’re given?” Truth is, life will fuck you up hard, no matter the circumstances. Nobody can do anything about it. Alasdair doesn’t believe in destiny, but he knows how to notice a pattern. Nobody stays up for long.

 

[Morgrim]

Dragoul Prime
Location: Room 1-9
Mentions: GetThree


The boy was starting to talk more, though not by much. He was clearly the quiet sort, and even Dragoul could notice this.The boy clarified that he was 'just Niko' as he put it. Dragoul didn't know him at all so he was inclined to believe him. It made him wonder though why he got stuck with him, with a head inflated with pride he imagined they would want to stick the two most dangerous people together, and hope they'd kill each other over some dispute. This depressed his mood, honestly believing he got stuck with some nobody. His train of thought was distracted when the boy asked him what duty he got stuck on, and then he swelled his chest with pride.

"Ha! Glad you asked, I got kitchen duty as well. I have more experience than anyone in this prison with a grill, and experience with working with exotic meats if you know what I mean." Dragoul meant that he cooked people on a fairly regular basis when he was still free, and people didn't know about his peculiar hobbies and habits. He served little over a hundred people, on top of all the non-human things he cooked which was numerous. He was not a master chef though, he didn't know how to work with fruits or veggies, and stuck solely to meat. He was great with barbecue though, not that anyone would eat it willingly.

Dragoul didn't mind that he would be cooking with Niko. The boy looked like he could follow orders and instructions well, and he should given his extensive history in the military. The real problem would be getting him to listen to Dragoul. He was a bad leader, having spent the vast majority of his life solo, or fighting with other people. Niko looked clever though, maybe he could get him to come up with a plan to get them out of there, and then have some real fun for the first time in forever. Dragoul was getting tired of being locked in small rooms, and stuck behind bars. He wanted to taste fresh air again, and real food, and to hear the screams of his enemies. He missed those things so much. Dragoul then sneezed, and he thought someone was talking about him.

"I swear if someone is talking shit about me right now I will rip of their fucking head, and eat their fingers!" He yelled outside of the bars, and wouldn't be surprised if a guard came to address his disruptive behavior.

 

[firebright24]

Alice was surprised. So they drugged him too. Thats new, She didn't think anyone else was drugged. Most seemed to have devices on them. No matter, he surely then knew how she felt. Alice got up to peek through the window of the door and out into the hallway. She watched as a guard or two walked by before going and crawling back into bed. Continuing to read, “It must have been nice. To grow up with tales like these.” Even if they can be scary to a child at least that child then has somthing to believe in. She felt electricity spark down her spine. The fog in her mind was clearing. Her power strengthening. She felt Jasper move above her. He didn’t seem to trust her, why did she desperately want him to.
KasperXIII

 

[Zenpai]

Sithembile opened her eyes. Well she tried to, but she was blindfolded. She can’t use any of her abilities here. She was being flown into a high security prison. She doesn’t deserve to be here. She’s sure many guilty inmates think the same thing, but she really doesn’t. What she did was self defense. She was protecting her coven. If she had her eyes, she could make this pilot throw this helicopter to the earth. But they knew about what she could do. And they were extra careful. They had bound her arms and legs, even gagged her for good measure. She was the queen of witchcraft and voodoo. Oh how the mighty have fallen. She hears the helicopter set down, coming to a stop on some pre-planned platform. This is wrong. She was carried by two guards. She heard a door open. She then felt the cool rush of air conditioning. Being carried like this is humiliating. She feels the jolt and jostle of uneven steps. She assumed stairs. She heard the jeers and wolf whistles of men as she was carried down a hall. She was finally set down after she heard the creak of a metal door. The guards removed her bonds. Standing by the door as they left her to her damnation stood a man. He was tall and thin and he held a whip threateningly. The look in his eyes dared her to make a move against him. She understood the threat and simply glowered at him, letting him see all the seething hatred she felt for him and his kind. The guards finally leave her, the thin man as well. The room she was now locked in was mostly empty. There was a bunk bed shoved up against a wall, and a desk in the corner. There was nobody else on here yet. She crawled over to the bottom bunk. She curled up on it and cried. Letting out all the emotion she held back in front of the security. She wept and sobbed for her sisters, knowing the pain they would feel. Some of them might be watching her now. Tears streamed down her face as she thought of the disorganized state of her coven, the scramble for a new ruler. This is better than her other option. She would rather shoulder the burden of these monsters’ torment than have it rain down on her sisters.

 

[KasperXIII]

There's no way Jasper could sense the return of Alice's powers, but one thing he could guess is that she seemed a lot calmer than meets the eye for someone with an explosive, volatile power. He expected to be shocked to death through the remaining metal in the bed for each little time he almost pissed her off. But... no. Instead, she gets up to look outside, then resumes reading, even makes a comment about his stories. He rolled in his and smirked."Don't tell me that wherever you were from, you didn't have much similar tales, hm? Everyone has their sort of way with the kids."

The question was, how willing was Alice to talk about where she was from? Jasper was still in the dark about that, and it would further help him understand his cellmate. If she was going to trust him, then perhaps he could take advantage of that trust. Anything that would be far too dangerous or risky for him to handle? He'd pass it down to his cellmate. Needs to start a fight with a guard or a riot of some sort? Also a go-to person. His powers were regenerating, and he definitely took advantage of the moments he saw Alice walk across the room. He tried to picture her as a bank robber, just for the cash. Why was that so strange in his eyes? Why was it hard to see her as a criminal at all? Then again, much could be said about himself, especially with the job and lifestyle he once possessed.

What was it with Alice that was so... intriguing? He tried to get over that over-exaggerated interest by getting reads of the minds of guards and prisoners outside, now more clear than before. "Sometimes being... gifted, like myself, is just as much a curse as it is a blessing. I bet you know that all too well, hm?"

firebright24

 

[GetThree]

Nikolai Miskovich | Room 1-9

That Dragoul would be on kitchen duty didn't come as a surprise to him. He had introduced himself as a cook, after all. The sound of "exotic meat" sounded oddly suspicious coming from the other man. Niko wasn't sure he wanted to find out exactly what kind of exotic meat he was an expert in cooking. He himself wasn't a great lover of food. Eating was to gain energy. He had some favorite foods but even when Mikhail had taken him to all sorts of famous restaurants Niko hadn't felt the thrill of trying out new flavors and the like. The only motivation for him to choose the kitchen duty out the few available to him was to steal some of the guards' coffee.

The sudden yell from Dragoul made Niko jump a little and he looked around to see what the man was yelling at. There was no one in the room besides them and no sound of anyone outside their cell. Either Niko was missing something obvious or Dragoul was screaming at nobody. Niko sighed, realizing that his suggestion hadn't had much of an effect after all. The small window on their door slid open, revealing the narrowed eyes of a guard checking in. "Who the fuck is screaming in here? Shut up!" A rude voice yelled, kicking the door. Niko saw the guard looked up at Dragoul and could practically see the sneer forming. "Damn beast," was the next muffled mutter. Niko looked up at Dragoul, curious but at the same time anxious for the man's reaction.

 

[KAmber]

Harebourg stepped into the general population housing. Or rather, he walked through a wall into Gen Pop. Whatever it was, he did it looking frickin sweet. Black and white gloves behind his back, he walked through the walls through each cell, not budging for people or things, unless they were iron. If something or someone was in his way, he walked right through it. If you were an inanimate object, that would be fine, but if you were living, walking through someone would send immediate chills down their spine. You know, like goosebumps. Cold marble phasing through your body does that to you. He took, or rather confiscated a shiv from a prisoner's pocket mid-stride, then tossed it up, caught it by the blade, and threw through the bars of one of the doors. It hit concrete and dropped. He wished it would embed or something cool like that. He stopped walking and faced the two prisoners in the cell. Seventh cell, lower level."Won't be needing that in this place, unless you don't have a useful power. Your powers are contraband, therefore you are contraband, therefore you must be confiscated. In a cell. Tut tut, hurry along." Walking through people and walls was definetely weird but also intimidating as hell. He walked the rest of the way and then into the guards' office. New kids. New deals, new bustings. Also known as: Things to do, people to see, things getting more interesting. For a 200-year-old marble statue, this was cool. Now. What time is it.

 

[Kisaki]

" See you later Cahone and Cahone's mean friend," Zen waved goodbye with his free hand. "And make sure you don't get in trouble. Miss horse is extra catious today. She won't hesitate to put you in Solitary Confinement is you act up."He added before leaving.

Zen's cat jumped out his arms and scurried downstairs. " Wait! I told you shouldn't run off by yourself!" He called out to his cat. He worried that his cat would get himself into trouble with the new inmates or the other officers. Zen ran down the stairs to get ahold of his furry friend but went straight through the the statue like guard instead. "Sorry." He apologized, feeling a slight chill resonating throughout his body. He recognized it was Harebourg after that small encounter. Zen continued to run after his cat. When Mr.Whiskers was close enough in his reach, he jumped and pulled his cat into his arms. "That brat and his cat again! This is what we get when we hire younglings." One of the officers huffed. " You know, they hired him for a reason. He got 100 on his police form test. Plus, he's a real mean fighter when he gets angry." The other officer pointed to the dent in the wall. " A few months ago he threw an 8 ft tall Cyclops into the wall over there with that power of his." He continued. "Pfft...I'll believe it when I see it." The elder officer laughed, watching Zen stand up and cuddle his pet.

 

[Zenpai]

“Oh. You’re still here.” Alastair remarks. He scoffs as the guard walks away.
“He’s already gotten into trouble today” He says, throwing a glance in Cahone’s direction.

 

[Gryphtaur]

"Greetings." Replied the bird cat to the angel in a rigid tone. The words emitted from his beak rumbled the walls slightly and a strong sense of proprietary was much evident in his tone. "I am called Tharraleos." He went on with a nod. With the subsequent 5 seconds of silence, his amber eyes decided to analyze his new living situation. The fact there was hardly any room for him to maneuver about was already plainly obvious. It was a far cry from the open mountainsides and bodies of water he frequently inhabits, but it seemed his options were limited for now. He wasn't exactly a follower of the law, being more a creature of true neutrality. Order and Chaos were but fruitless extremes, yet both equally necessary for balance. He intended to simply pay the time due for his transgressions. But with Alicia's question regarding the bunks, Tharr approached the bed and made a pretty quick and easy decision.

"Perhaps I shall take shelter on the lower bed.." he started, taking a seat on the mattress. It creaked and bent slightly under his mass and seemed like it was barely able to support him. "A most wise decision given the condition of these bunks." He noted.

Kisaki

 

[Morgrim]

Dragoul Prime
Location: Room 1-9
Mentions: GetThree


Dragoul looked at the guard who kicked the door, and showed off that ugly sneer. Dragoul was fuming at that point, and he kicked the door back. The entire door shook violently, and threatened to break, when the guard pressed a button on the console on his wrist. He activated the sedatives in Dragoul's collar giving him a light dose to calm him down, and it worked nearly immediately. Dragoul went to go lay on the floor, and he looked up at the ceiling, and all the colours floating through the image in his eyes. They were not there for Niko, but the dragon could see them plain as day, and flashing brightly. Niko could probably see how dilated his pupils were. The guard sneer again though. "Dumb fucking lizard." Dragoul couldn't bear himself to say anything, or make a noise other than 'oohs and ahhhs'

Dragoul felt to good to do anything, and if Niko were going to do anything to the poor beefy lizard now would be the chance, even if said thing was just taking the top bunk he had claimed, before Dragoul so rudely took over, and claimed it as his own without so much as a thought to his roommate. Dragoul would probably be stuck like this until morning, and Niko had total freedom. Dragoul would probably also tell anyone anything if they asked him now, and would probably do anything that someone asked him to do too if it didn't involve any amount of thinking, or getting angry, because he was simply incapable right now.

 

[firebright24]

Alice nodded, "you are right about that one. Also growing up i didn't exactly have parents to tell me stories or books. My brother struggled to raise me best he could, he didn't bother with the fluffy stuff." She ran her fingers through the longish part of her hair. Her mind flashing back to her brother going off to work patting her head as she walked out the door.
"Kill did everything for me. All of his crime jobs. Now I don't even know where he is." She nearly choked up again so she shut up. Picking up the book again she continued to read. This short story was about a girl who could take away some people's pain. In the end she discovers that some people's pain taught them things that they wouldn't other wise have know. Being in here must be Alice's lot. She was supposed to learn something through this. The question was learn what. Not to rob banks, okay check, lesson learned. But there had to be something else. UGH! she screamed in her head as she punched her pillow. She hit it again, and again. She screamed in frustration sending a bolt of lighting across the room. She wanted out. She had to get out or she was going to explode.
Alice cried silently again, curling up with the book against her chest. Her whole body trembling with sobs. Her hand covering her mouth. Oh how she had never felt so terribly alone.
KasperXIII

 

[Kisaki]

Alicia looked at the walls as it shaked by the mere voice of her cellmate. " It's nice to meet you Tharraleos." The angel said. She pushed back the hair that covered her left eye so she could get a better look at him.
~~
She was glad he had picked the bottom bunk. She didn't want to be crushed by griffon in the middle of the night. "Seems like a reasonable choice. These beds don't seem to be made for people with a larger body mass." She picked her pillow off from the floor and tossed it on the top bunk. For a high maximum security prison it sure did need a upgrade. The room was rather small, especially when her roommate was half the size of the room. " Are you new here?" She said at a attempt to start a conversation. Normally, she would keep to herself and stay quite, but she wanted to build a relationship with her cellmate. They were going live in the same room for quite some time.
Gryphtaur

 

[Flowiest D]

Cahone was thinking about solitary confinement, much better then his punishments..
Comedian had made some quip about trouble happening already. “I should have asked if I could go outside to see the garden gang” he states outloud.
Breakfast should be happening soon.. and I’m out of peanut butter...
Toasting his own bread was a hobby Cahone had developed over the three years. that peanut butter was probably the most generous gift he had received..

 

[Zenpai]

“Who is the garden gang? Some group of flower power inmates who consider themselves badasses?” Alasdair snorts, rolling his eyes. He doesn’t truly whether Cahone considers Alasdair to be a friend, so he can’t let his guard down. His best way to hide his true self is to hide it behind layers of sarcasm and dry humor. Part of him is unsure of who he really is. He hasn’t been himself in so long. Or is this his true self? Maybe he’s kept the facade up for so long, it’s become him. He can’t really tell anymore. Maybe he’ll just wait. If he can find someone to trust, that might be how he learns.

 

[Flowiest D]

“They like digging an shit” Cahone answers what he felt was obvious. Of course there was no actual gang. He just meant the inmates who preferred being outside, growing things.

His cellmate seemed to be debating in his own head, the comedian trying out some material in his mind eh?

He didn’t mind this fellow, compared to the other one with the problems.
As long as the comedian kept to talking funny, rather then acting funny. Cahone had no real problem with him.
Wouldn’t hurt to have another pair of eyes watching and another ear to the ground.
That metal control trick seems helpful to. Alasdair could potentially break out if he had the knowhow, some help..

Cahone thought he could escape at one point, just fly right over the fence shooting flames from his hands and feet.
Turns out a lot of the guards are terrific shots..

The warden had the ice pool constructed the very next week. Barghh..
talk about opposites.. Cahone and that man, he couldn’t help but think of a yin and yang.

 

[Zenpai]

“I’ve never understood farmers. My little sister tried to take care of a tulip once. Seems to be a difficult practice. I just don’t see the appeal.” Alasdair says. Cahone seems to enjoy the banter, therefore he should probably keep it up. But he knows that if any relationship is built on lies, the truth shatters it. He doesn’t know what to do. His slick smile fades. His expression grows stern. “Hey, um. I’m gonna be real with you for a second. For the sake of peace among... friends, I guess. You don’t really have much to worry about. I can make a person trip, like you saw before, but I’ve never been able to move a person’s whole body before. If I’m really angry, I can strangle someone, but other than that I’m not much of a threat to you. Especially considering... your abilities. So, my point is, your much more of a threat to me than I am to you. I doubt throwing a desk at you would hurt you much. Point is, I won’t and probably can’t hurt you.”

 

[KasperXIII]

|:| Jasper Bent - Setting: Gen-Pop, Cell 2-7 |:|

A friendly attitude with his cellmate was good for Jasper, and it only seemed to continue when Alice brought up a few words about her brother, one who brought her into the criminal underworld, and a man who shared his abilities, too. Was it right at this point to bring up Tali, his own sister, who'd framed him for her own crimes, to avoid a proper conviction and walk free? A woman who'd landed him a position as a traitor to Filincia? It didn't help that he was unfamiliar with how the literal 'mosters' of Thesta would treat him if he'd confessed to be in prison for a crime he didn't commit. Especially after keeping to himself for a solid year. Still unsure of how long Alice's stay had been, it was safer to leave her out of the loop. For now. That didn't mean she couldn't assist, be it to get herself out, too, or as a sacrificial lamb. Hell, who wouldn't want to get out of being caged like this, inhibited from being yourself, and oftentimes, suffering?

He didn't have to say that his sister was a criminal, too, though... "I have a sister. A twin, actually. Her name was Tali. I don't know if she shares my powers or not, but she does come and visit from time to time here in prison. My parents refuse to come to Thesta. Too cold, they claim. I can't blame them. The yard gets pretty chilly year round. It wasn't this bad in Filinica. But at least I have family that come for visits."

Of course, Tali would only come to rub things in Jasper's face, show how she was the better child for 'taking the easy way out'. These visits were more bitter than anything else. If he had his powers, he might just try to melt her brain the same way she did to his former employer. Sadly, his powers only seemed to come at the time of regeneration towards the end of the day, long after visitation hours. It didn't help that under Filincian law, the mind-reader wasn't allowed a proper attorney. For killing a high-rise judge, Jasper was a dead man to Filincia. Tali had dug her own grave, then thrown him inside instead. Now she walks, and he rots.

...All a tad personal, but wasn't like Alice was being super descriptive either. Not while she's suffering like that. And it didn't take a genius or telepathic man to figure that out when she went quiet. Out of his own boredom from reading, he set his belongings aside on the bed and hopped off of the second level to the ground to look around his new 'home'. He would oftentimes keep doubling back to look out the crack in the cell door in case of any passersby eavesdropping, but then returning his attention to the surroundings. The cell was lined in plastic, every inch, down to the toilet, probably because of his cellmate. He could even see her emitting an occasional charge, or at least she'd make it obvious that she was. His goal was to find some sort of weakness to exploit, something to prove that Thesta Penn had a vulnerability, but they clearly do their homework. The founder must've been very dedicated to his cause to tailor each cell to the needs of each inmate. Clearly expensive, too, but Edward Brookes had the backing of the Thestian government to kickstart this project, and soon, he'd garnered funding from other nations and kingdoms, too. All in order to house the world's most dangerous.

His eyes returned to the bunk bed, and he couldn't help but involuntarily read Alice's mind again, now able to hear a bit more than muffled voices. She was regretful for her actions and wondering what she was supposed to learn from being in this box. Her looks screamed misery, and her mind wept from the loneliness; Jasper could easily guess she hadn't been here for long, and was an easy target to exploit with some of the more violent thugs around here. Would it really hurt to protect her? Give himself some purpose other than fantasize about fleeing? He knew he wasn't going to escape without help anyway...

"Hey..." he spoke again, stepping a bit closer to the bed, placing his hands up against the mattress above Alice. "If you don't have any other friends around here...." Was he SERIOUSLY breaking his personal oath to remain as isolated as possible around here? "You can come with me tomorrow to breakfast. That is, unless you have a friend here that you trust. It's risky to walk around here alone. You don't know who's off their rocker, and if they are, when the guards will call for a lockdown because someone's powers broke out."

Mentions: firebright24

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|:| Edward Brookes - Setting: Valka Felvon's Office |:|

For ten years, the stone cold warden Edward Brookes had considered Thesta Penitentiary as his own child, with no disrespect to his actual daughter. But this was a different sort of child, one made from, rather his own flesh and blood, his own sweat and tears. It took a while for this project of his to be approved by the government of Thesta, and even longer to get research behind. People called him insane - what was this aging man, at the time in his 40's, thinking? A prison with this sort of technology would never fly. And if it was even remotely possible, who would buy in to it? Who would fund it, sink their money and teeth in to it? And what sort of people would agree to work here with, as he'd advertised, the world's most dangerous and unpredictable criminals? And what madman promotes an unescapable prison? Saying the task was arduous was an understatement: this was downright insane on his part.

Boy, were the naysayers wrong. The research came through, the world believed it, his promises remained intact, and the prison was raking in millions for Thesta. Brookes was a renowned worldwide icon for his establishment, and best of all, worldwide crime was actually on the downfall from the gifted individuals of the world. In this venture, he'd made the world a better place. Mission accomplished...

Well, sort of. Everyone has motives for their actions, and Edward didn't need the money that Thesta Penn was bringing them by investors. This was something far more personal: a way to erase his own crooked history. Not just by doing some good for the world; he wanted to put an end to his ice-cold abilities. He didn't want to keep making people cold by his touch alone. He didn't want to feel his own skin crack by its ice-like properties. He didn't want to freeze everything around him when he becomes furious, an ironic quality of his. He simply wanted to be normal, as he was before his damning affair with the Ice Princess of Thesta, the betrayer to his nation. And if this unique power of his is ever discovered, he'd be melted alive thanks to his powers making him vulnerable to fire. Just like Sophia. There had to be a way to rid himself of this undesirable gift, one that painted a target on his back. But how?

Now, ten years after establishment, Thesta Penn was expanding, and the population was actively growing. More personnel would be needed, that's for sure. More space would be needed to fit the new shipment, which is why inmates were now being paired in cells together. This was a task he feared would cause a world of chaos, and even a riot, which is why he kept a close personal eye on the security detail and the monitoring room for any suspicious activity. He'd approach the guards to remind them to be extra stern today. No slacking off, as the newcomers needed to be afraid on day one, not shown the softer side of things. Hell, no soft side should ever be shown on these grounds. Which is why he was, in part, grateful for his head of security, Valka Felvon, a trusted leader who knew how to lay down the law and keep the inmates in line. She was a feared face, and certainly, her name would make the fresh meat of Thesta shiver upon the mere thought.

The warden would also go to Val for updates about the changes in gen-pop, how the other guards are fairing, if any inmate was particularly problematic, if anyone had to be subdued or sent to the SHU... he trusted her to take such executive decisions while he was unavailable or in a meeting. But he was always to be kept in the loop, but not by waltzing into gen-pop to get shivved on the spot. Rather, he used his guards as messengers to report the situation. And on a sensitive day like this, he needed to hear from his most trusted. He'd left word to his secretary that he'd be in the guard's office hallway, and would return shortly. He just needed a word with Val.

So he knocked on her door and allowed himself entry a few seconds after. The telltale signs of the warden coming for a word. "Officer Felvon..." he began. He'd sometimes call her Val, but only if it were for being quick and efficient, or if this were an informal circumstance, which this was not. Equally, he didn't mind being called 'Eddy' from someone this trusted. "Hope I'm not interrupting your work, but I was told you were here. Got an update for me about the inmate transfer? The new ones, how the older ones are behaving? Any conflicts or shots written up? I wasn't expecting this to be easy, but the way the guards are acting, it seems simpler than it really is. Which is why I needed to get an update from someone who isn't going to slack. Give it to me straight. How are we looking?"

Of course, there was more than a checkup in store for this conversation. Edward had a small favor from Valka to come later...

Mentions: Yonsisac

 

[Yonsisac]

(Hope this is ok! had to go to the supermarket so was in a short hurry)

-Val-
Head of security
Current location: Val's Office
Interaction: KasperXIII
Action: Informing Warden Brookes of today's reports

The table was not full as usual, most of the time she had to pass through: inventory checkups, officer assignments and recruitment, reading through daily security maintenance results and so on so forth. But she made sure to do all her work in the afternoon in order to just go through inmate check and transfers right now, as such Val as having a rather easy time now as there was little to do before "light out" time and after a busy day with the new officers and inmates forms, it was nice to just be reading through papers only. She made sure to keep this under heavy surveillance and such she read every and all papers that cross her table, miss reading or skimping over one simple sentence could be the difference between order and a lock down. The late day was going rather easy but as soon she heard the knock on the door, eyes averted towards the door, just looking, wondering who would enter but as soon she saw Warden Brookes, her ears perked up and stoop up quickly ,firmly, preforming the zogist solute to the one who made this unbreakable prison.
"Warden Brookes..." Val said immediately afterwards her name was said and tittle. Being years in the arms forces has made her a compelling woman, being ready for the unpredictable as such many times in young age she has been sitting down eating only to see a high ranking officer walk in, forcing her and many others to drop what they are doing and salute, Brookes was the same scenario even if it dint force the same consequences. Sure sometimes she has called him simple names like Eddy, but this was a formal conversation as far her ears could take. Her arms wrap behind her and stood tall as the Warden excused himself, hoping this was not a interruption and it was not seeing she did most important task hours before. Hearing how he came here for a general update on the recent situation she made sure to be ready for such as this was rather expected, it went very easy like he said, oddly, no inmates trying to kill each other, no heavy troubles beside a few spikes, new and old ones seems to be taking there roommate scenario and rather well witch was a shocker. After he as done, Val was going to be honest as she can with the situation, hand mousing over the table and taking the forms of all inmates as her serious tone began to speak.

"Well sir, I will be honest here, this recent move and arrival of new prisoners mix with the pairing order of inmates has gone rather..Calm." Her voiced seem rather forced to say the last part as "Calm" was a rare word in a world where the greatest criminals live for good chunk of there lives. "New inmates have seem to settle in with little complications, especially with the two most notable being-" Pointing at two names being Dragoul and Tharraleos "These two, crimes committed have had me expecting lot more trouble but there has been very little activity beside Dragoul causing some annoyance with recent report" Pausing for a bit looking through the old inmates seeing such as SCX,Jasper,Alice and Cahone yet little activity "As off old inmates there has not been any sort of serious trouble or aggression caused by them, some have been silent the whole day with no need to be mention" Placing the paper down on the table, expectations being thrown out the window she soon placed one hand on the table, thinking as she said "Guards have been told to be on high alert strictly, but with this "easy" move, they will start surely getting confident that nothing will happen...and such its been bothering me, these are world wide criminals, not someone who stole candy from a store." A sigh came from her as she has been getting tense up how the guards have been lowering there attention but how inmates have been causing little trouble, its not a good thing for her as nothing is to good to be true "But giving it to your straight sir, we are looking at a unpredictable situation and worrying for me. This went calmer than expected for the introduction and it makes me question inmates. in the coming days guards will strictly monitor behavior between cell blocks, i will be making sure to walk by the building starting tomorrow to "watch" guard behavior myself... slacking off in this situation is the last thing i want" Walking through the building to see things herself was not just personal insight, but guards catching glimpse of her, they would wish not to be caught slacking as it wont go well for them and to make matters worse Val never informs when she will walk around the facility except towards Warden Brookes in case he is looking for her, she expects guards to be straight and with high alert every day. Val naturally dint like the pairing idea and with things being in acceptable behavior makes her even more uneasy but of course she could not question orders, they all had a reason why.

 

[Gryphtaur]

As the hybrid was getting associated with his newfound sleeping arrangement by resting his furred elbows on feathered knees, he, for a mere moment, looked at the Angelic girl directly. His eyes gold as the rarest of coins held a piercing and unyielding gaze. Dark and sizable pupils gave the warrior a keen eyesight and adaptability for multiple environments. Those who noted his blinking might see his eyelids swept upwards, instead of down. Those for such a fleeting moment of time, Alicia was studied by the curious creature. The powerful mind of his, on most occasions, was able to successfully discern multiple factors of his object of interest with remarkable speed and accuracy; his array of enhanced senses lending aid to deductive conclusions. From what he gathered, this was no mere mortal he was in the midst of a conversation with, but what exactly remained unknown. Things suddenly became much more interesting. As her words drew to a close, the pride embodiment returned to staring blankly at the wall ahead, momentarily processing her response.

"Just arrived barely an hour ago, so "fresh meat" as I have deduced from the other inmates." he responded, the slightest of smirks tugging at the corners of his goldenrod beak. The thought of anybody testing him despite his empowerment was a laughable concept. Though unlike most beasts who only bark guarded by a cage, his bite was more than plentiful. "I was apprehended yesterday for events I have yet to piece together fully, though the crime I am accused of is rightfully placed." he continued. Seemed he was rather apathetic about the murderous rampage he went on, though the concept of life and death would naturally lose it's vigor after two millennia. It was the simple fact he had the faintest nagging suspicious other shenanigans were at play. Time to dwell on that would be reserved for later.

"What of your duration here?" he inquired, glancing back at her and awaiting her response.

@Kisaki

 

[Sybil]

Sixty years. Sixty years in prison and they called me LUCKY to even get that low of a sentence! The spider softly walked through the halls and to her room, cell 1-16. Her hands and legs all bound by soft covers and fastened to her, the muzzle irritating her face. As she walked inside she was thankful to find it had enough room for her to move around in, a worry she had after seeing most of the cells she had passed on the way over. Still.... not a whole lot of room huh.... not like this is any worse than the time I was forced into the half-attic by that one family.
She would begin to poke around the room, the inmates apparently out at lunch now so she would meet her cellmate soon. She calmly set down the bare essentials she was given, looking at the bunk situation.
"I... can't have these leg restraints off can I?" She had turned to the guard escorting her.
"No. They are on for a reason and will remain on unless you speak to someone higher ranked than me on the subject." Rather cold, but the spider was not unfamiliar with the treatment.
"I get it. I just was thinking I could save room by living on the ceiling in a web, that's all." Kala idly watched the drab walls, her hair up. Thank goodness they at least let her do her hair, one thing she was sure they would not allow. As she stared at the wall, her covered hand rubbed idly against the armband given to her since her wrists were unsuitable. Prison huh....

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