Fantasy Thesta Penitentiary for the Wicked [Rebooted]

Alasdair raised an eyebrow questioningly as the small fairy-looking creature spoke to him. He questioned the little creature's reputation as a 'hardened criminal' but he probably wouldn't be in here otherwise and his looks were likely deceiving. Deciding it was better to make allies instead of rivals in a place such as this, especially with his cellmate, he shrugged and said, "Sure, alliance it is, then." Hearing Faust lay claim the lower bunk, he just climbed up onto the higher bunk.

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{NIX - New Inmate}

The redhead had returned, and her usage of the lasers to attract their attention had Nix take one slow cautionary step back. Not fear… caution. Right?

Nix hadn’t interacted with anyone yet. How was she supposed anyway? Her voice was primarily how she communicated, not even just to deceive people, just to have chat really. The thought was so uncomfortable, that something she was actually good at was taken from her in the time she most needed it, to make allies.

"Second floor, cell 7, Jasper Bent and Nix.... huh, no last name here. Weirdo."

She blinked away her daydream, her gazing shifting round the room self consciously. Thankfully she caught sight of who she thought to be Jasper making his way to the door and followed him. Trying to not fucking push the bitch as the redhead shoved her shoulder, Nix harshly shrugging it off as she moved down the hall.

Coming up to their door he proposed a ‘ladies first’, and had taken her by surprise. She looked at him, the whites of her eyes rather red, strained and clearly stressed which was difficult to hide when up close. Nix would of offered him a small mocking courtesy, and a ‘’why thank you sire’ with whatever silly accent she could come up with. But the courtesy would have looked stupid without words to acompany it; she’d look stupid doing it. What was the point, she therefore oppressed the normal actions her heart enjoyed, after a small space of time to think about it, and then spoke with nothing but a slow blink of her eyes and a gentle nod of her head in hopes of conveying her thanks.

She stepped into the room, barely enough space for two people to move around easily. Nix moved to the back of the box room, almost as if looking for more space, another door perhaps? None. She huffed. Turning around to look at Jasper with almost instantly a question popping into her head. ‘Whats your ability’…. She waved to hopefully grab his attention, pointing rather harshly at the metal bracelet wrapped round her arm, and the mask at her mouth, before point at him. What a fucking nightmare this was going to be.

|:| Valerie Masterson |:|

Lingering inmates only made Valerie either want to give a more aggressive shove to simply get them out the door quicker and bring the already-completed orientation tour to a final close. And the one thing that left her peeved more than a laggard was an inmate who gets up in her face and tries to play the tough guy. Not many bothered to step up, which, in turn, slightly disappointed the guard who wanted a chance to give one a swing with her nightstick. She could tell that there was a good number of them, if not all of them, who probably cursed under their breaths once they were out the door and walking to their cells. The sadistic side of her took pride in that animosity, and even let a grin escape as she looked back at the beings she found mightily inferior. She'd done a good job at making enemies and pissing them off in an attempt to give off the vibe of 'don't fuck with me'. It was arguable that it might make the inmates more likely to lash out, but the second they do, she'd happily swipe her hand over their face and bring them into submission instantly. It was times like this that made her grateful for the good side of her curse. The one blessing: she could get her way with one simple touch.

Then there was Silver, the last one out the door, the stupid cat girl that almost touched the lasers, and probably came close to trying again. But apparently, calling her by her real name got on this inmate's nerves, making it clear her name was 'Silver.' Offended at this one's audacity to step up to her face and show her own signs of aggression, Valerie's relaxed face changed to one of fury. She wanted to give Silver a fair smack to the face as a warning shot, but the inmate quickly showed restraint and left her sight, not even giving the mind-controller enough time to give her a hard kick to the ass with her heavy boot, or maybe use Silver as a test subject to show her hypnosis ability to the masses. Oh well, it'd have to wait for someone else.

But denying her own name, which was on record, or whatever records they had of Silver... Can't wait till I inevitably have to drag your ass to the psych ward. You'd fit in real well with the crazies there.

Back to her conversation with Sam... Valerie's smile returned with the clever response, not trusting anyone, doing her job, and merely 'giving her a chance'. That sure wouldn't be the case if she decides to swipe her hand over this soldier's face. A shame it couldn't happen now with the mask on... But the head of security could still spin this in her favor. "Clever," she nodded as she kicked the door open behind her in full. "Consider that test passed. Most of the newcomers don't exactly have their wits about them and make friends entirely based on hunches, totally blind, but you might just be different. It's hard to trust anyone on either side of the bars here, believe me. I've had to put a lot of men and women in uniform behind those very bars..." Her right arm snuck into her utility belt, removing her nightstick from its holster and using it to point towards the cells inside the long stretch of a room. "I've got a good feeling about you. Let's just hope you prove me right."

A nice save to make it seem less like 'let's be friends' and more like 'you've been tested by the boss woman, and you've passed.' She gave Sam a little gesture of her head to come in to march the aisle of cells, forcing the inmates who didn't quite fit in cells inside, and any that were just hanging out, a quick bang of the nightstick on the nearby door along with her death glare and a few witty insults were enough to scare them back into the cell. For Valerie, words spoke much louder than actions, and if an inmate tried to top that, she'd sure as hell show that her 'actions' could have rather unpleasant consequences. She'd yet to cast her hypnotic spell on any unlucky soul just yet, but it sure was tempting to barge in on Silver and give her a peace of her mind. But, that sure wouldn't fly. She needed a good reason to explain to the Warden why she was hypnotizing people. It had to be to some 'good' end if it were going to be public.

Instead, she took it upon herself to bang her nightstick against the reinforced sides of each door on the first floor, calling out as she marched along, door-to-door, "Make yourselves comfortable, fresh meat. Get used to the space and all. And remember, if you beat the shit out of your cellmate, you're cleaning up his guts or innards before you take a trip to the SHU."

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Indirect Interactions: (Anyone who steps up to Valerie + The entire 1st floor )

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|:| Edward Brookes |:|

Surprised, but also disturbed by such an interruption, the Warden threw himself up from his seat at the desk and paid attention to the entryway. Though the door wasn't locked or secured, as he didn't expect anyone to show up that wasn't a guard, it was still common courtesy for anyone to at least knock before entering such a respectable man's office. Barging in gave the impression of a grave emergency that needed his immediate attention. His hand was at the ready by an inner drawer of his fancy wooden desk, one that had a small pistol hidden away. Although technically, Edward didn't even need it. If this were an inmate charging at him, he could simply freeze them with one hand tied behind his back. If they managed to get their hands on a projectile weapon, he could combat back with a strange icicle-shooting ability from his fingertips. However, by doing such a thing, he'd give away his secret abilities and possibly land himself in a questioning room with Thesta's board of corrections. A board that would easily connect him to Sophia, and... well, the rest might just be history.

But it wasn't an inmate, fortunately. This had been the first outburst he'd seen from Annabelle, and it gave the impression of trouble on the horizon. Maybe a riot in another sector of gen-pop that he wasn't paying attention to? Maybe a quarrel about the cell arrangements? Or was it something more... melodramatic? Well, she started with 'Hi, Sir'... Where was this going? And was it worth denting his door in the process?

Then came the swearing about allowing another vampire into the prison. Remaining behind his desk, the Warden's face showed of pure disgust and distaste for his guard's actions, so rash and so disrespectful towards the man that hand-picked her. It didn't take a genius to tell the crossed eyebrows, the formed wrinkles in his face, and the frown evident from beneath his mustache meant he was unhappy to be interrupted like this. At least he wouldn't be missing much from taking his eyes off of the screen; seemed as if Valerie and Sam had things under control in gen-pop and the inmates were being escorted to their cells, disciplined as appropriate if they chose to stall.

"First of all," he huffed, trying not to allow too deep an exhale to expose his cold breath. "Never barge in my office again without asking again, Ms. Sangsue. The established etiquette is to knock, especially during a delicate time as this one. You could've caused a lockdown with that kick alone, and knowing your history, you don't need a strike on your record for misconduct... which brings up point number two, you speak to me with respect. You got your good graces with myself and the board, I advise you don't squander it by lashing out, or I'll happily throw you in a cell with that same vampire you are here complaining about."

Which brought up the main point at hand, after lecturing her about the consequences of not respecting the rule. His hands clenches into fists, his knuckles pressed against the desk, trying not to allow his anger to show through the decrease in temperature in his hands. "Look, you know as much as I do that we're tight on space. We've had to start double-booking cells in order to fit all the new criminals coming in. It's as if the rate of supernatural crime is on the rise again. To think that a high-security facility like this one would deter these scoundrels... I guess not quite all the way. But you have to understand that there is nowhere else we can place the inmates. This is a prison for the most dangerous in the world, and we have no other facility like it. We can't just discriminate and leave her out as a free woman, or keep her in some other prison unfit to keep her contained. You'd be asking for a disaster."

After bringing up the cons, why not bring up a possible solution? At least he could prevent this guard from smashing more things in his office and probably causing a lockdown due to in-fighting. He glanced down at his paperwork for the cell arrangements for the new inmates, a detailed list of each prisoner's name alongside their type of ability and their crimes, among other details about their health, length of sentence, and special needs, if any. Finding the single vampire in the bunch wasn't difficult. "If you're unhappy about Ms. Cruentus in gen-pop sector G, we can have you moved to a different sector, but it'll have to wait until the day when we can negotiate changes with the other guards. Worst case, you will have to stay in G and behave yourself, unlike this performance you've pulled off in here, but I'll keep you watching the floor that she's not on." Edward's tone soon altered from understanding and diplomatic to cold and threatening. "But tonight, you better restrain yourself, because if that inmate ends up harmed in any way, I'll know where to look and who to look for. You leave her alone and keep your distance until things can be resolved tomorrow morning when more of the day-to-day personnel is present, or I'll personally lock you up in a cell with your fellow vampire and throw away the key myself. Have I made myself clear?"

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|:| Jasper Bent |:|

From a rather quiet cellmate, Jasper wasn't all too surprised when she didn't say anything in response to his gesture. At least she wasn't the kind who would take offense to it and think he was objectifying her in some manner. He'd like to think that Nix would be a pleasant cellmate for the years to come, however long they share the room, but the one thing that Jasper wouldn't expect from an inmate forced to be mute was loneliness. Maybe a part of him wanted to engage in potentially intelligent and engaging conversation from time to time. That would be difficult with Nix. Was his peace and quiet worth the risk of not getting much of a chance to befriend his cellmate? And there was also the chance of her forced mute nature taking a toll on her sanity, which would make his life a whole lot more troubling if she breaks. If only he could still use his abilities to read minds and send her messages as a form of conversation. It might make the time easier for them both, and Jasper would have full control over whatever conversation happens and what doesn't.

The cell itself was not all that spacious, barely enough room for the two of them to navigate and do their daily business, including use the bathroom. He heard that Thesta Penitentiary was tight on space, and now that he saw this side of the bars, he realized how miserable inmates must've been in such a compact box, even if it were a single being here. Now with two, it'd be quite a struggle to survive. It didn't seem like conditions would improve any time soon, so he might as well get comfortable with such a confined space to interact.

With the bunk beds, the mind reader greatly preferred the top bunk, generally preferring higher places. It's what made him so comfortable looking over the Filincian courtroom from the attic, staring down at the guilty party through a fake stain-glass window. It proved to be a comfort zone. On each bed was a rolled up comforter and a pillow, a place to rest their heads after the grueling medical clearance and unpleasant orientation. No doubt Nix was just as bothered as he was by it all, and maybe a bit more because Jasper avoided the name-mocking, whereas the siren didn't. No doubt she wanted to rest, too, which prompted him to try to climb up to the top bunk, only to catch a glimpse of his cellmate from the corner of his eye, trying to get his attention in any way she could without her voice.

Poor thing, unable to talk, and pretty much useless in a place where a lot of talk happens and can sometimes determine your place. He looked at her and tried to focus in on his mind-reading abilities, in hopes of hearing something beyond the muffles from before. No luck, he couldn't discern a single word in her mind, and it drew a sad picture on his face as he hopped down from the bed and hesitantly stepped forward. Hopefully this wasn't a guilt trip attempt so this girl could strangle him or something. She was gesturing to her mouth, probably trying to emphasize her inability to speak. Now more than ever did he want to send her a message through his mind, maybe something like 'you know... we could always talk like this. I can hear everything you are thinking. Think this could work?'

But no. None of that would reach her, sadly. "They're not going to let you talk in an attempt to cover their asses, are they?" he deduced. He didn't even need a nod from Nix to confirm that. She probably already felt ashamed, thinking she looks like an idiot for having to play a game of charades to get her point across. Fortunately, Jasper was no fool and could put together the pieces. "I'm sorry. I don't really know much about you, but by taking away your powers, they must've also taken away your voice." It reminded him of that logic test he had to endure. A fear that the drugs he'd be taking day by day might also take away his ability to think, an ability he treasured deeply. "And it may seem like no one cares around here. That head of security, Masterson or something, is quite the piece of work. Don't let her get you down. I know I've seen my share of power-hungry apes in my past line of work."

Okay, that might've made him seen like he was in for drug dealing or something. Would Nix ever guess that he was once a 'good guy'? And should he even say he was once a judge's apprentice?

Anyway...

"Just try to ignore the bitch, right? If you ever need to say anything..." After just wishing for getting some peace and quiet, Jasper would now have to get into the mind of this poor girl in a way he never has before: becoming her voice. "At least you're not in this cell alone, alright?" He raised his hand up to chest level, as if to extend for a handshake, a more peaceful hand gesture. Maybe it would reduce the evident fear in her eyes if she knew that her cellmate didn't find her a freak. "I'll try my best to learn to understand you, and you can learn to understand me, too. I... feel your pain, of never being heard when I was tried. So maybe we can get along, in one way or another."

His reading could wait. Perhaps a little case study of what could happen when muting a girl whose voice was the star of the show would entertain his mind far more than any literary example. With formalities out of the way, he tried to smile and change the subject ever so slightly. "I'm taking the top bunk though. Let's just say I'm very used to high places, so it's a bit of a preference for me."

With their little pact and a good sense of humor, maybe their time in a box with supposedly no escape won't be so bad.

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[ MASLANY MILOSZCHENKO, Inmate ]

Lany gave a low exhale, placing a hand on the wall to her right as their dominatrix tour guide stalked off into an office.

"Jebi se svinjo," she muttered under her breath.

That's Serbian for "Go fuck yourself, you hog."

The other guard took over; even with her suit of armor, gas mask, and sub-machine gun, she was still less menacing than the one who had left them.

Able to rest her new left leg a bit before making her entrance into gen-pop, Lany shifted her weight onto the real one that remained, using it to lean slightly against a cool polished tile wall, the palm of her right hand pressed into it as she looked down at her new prosthetic. It looked like it was made of some cheap alloy, sturdy enough, but by the spotty sheen, Lany could tell it was galvanized - it wouldn't rust but if she were ever to cross someone with a taser or electric abilities, she would fry immediately. Lany knew from her experience performing torture that zinc was the deadliest of conductors. It moved simply with a ball and socket joint in the knee, and a vertically pivoting hinge socket at the foot. The foot didn't rotate as fast as she liked, and wasn't even the same proportion as her real one; it was maybe a size and a half smaller so she could barely stand on it, let alone find balance - but at least it was as long as her other leg. She knew weight distribution was going to be a problem. The knee was stiff and uncooperative with the motion of her hip. Lany also noticed a narrow rectangular hatch down the side of her thigh, realizing it was the port where the doctor injected that inhibitor that made her feel like her skin cells were turning to ashes, tenderizing as time went by.

Her new left arm was less of a disappointment, but still a fluke. Like her leg, the doctor miscalculated once more and gave her a forearm that was slightly disproportionate to her actual arm; the prosthetic was maybe an inch wider than her actual forearm, and when she pressed her hands together, the prosthetic fingers were half an inch longer than her real ones. The fingers were fully flexible, and probably pressurized based on the grip Lany tested. It had some weight to it that might be burdensome enough to make her even more sore than when it was originally soldered into her amputated forearm.

She figured Thesta just had a closet of assorted prosthetic parts of different sizes, snapped them together at a glance, and smelted them onto her. She resolved to hit whatever facility they had in order to train her real body in adapting to the cumbersome and ill-suited prosthesis, finding a new homeostasis that would strengthen her real body and be able to use her prosthesis like she would her own limbs. Afterwards, she would find a way to wear out the prosthesis enough to break them, and hopefully get new, more permanent ones that catered to her better. If she could repeat the process enough, the system could get sloppy enough to ignore the fact she'd been salvaging parts from the older prosthesis to make some augmentations of her own. She'd have to scrap her old wiring, as it was snapped and charred by now. She didn't know how to any of it, but she would just have to.

That could work. It'll take ages, but it could work. It's a start.

Lany paused her thoughts. She felt the intensity of an unwelcome gaze on her.

Her eyes met with another set, scanning over her with a certain restlessness, an eager scrutiny. She furrowed brows at him quizzically, and he became painfully aware that he'd been caught.

After the few seconds of eye contact that had gone by he had botched the first of his words in a rushed apology and admitted his gaze.

"It's just that I've been examining your prosthetic here. Definitely some corner-cutting was had, so, hopefully, you didn't waste too much money on it."

Lany's brow unfurrowed slightly. What did he know about her prosthetics? Her head tilted a bit, in a reluctant interest to this man. He was humanoid, but considerably large, and something about him made Lany uneasy. The way he attempted nervousness for one second, but then made an attempt at being inviting in another, and attempting a route at an intellectual standpoint, all at once.

It's like he's flickering. Moving between three different people at the same time.

He hesitated to take a breath.

"The name's Will, by the way. Not that you have to call me that or anything, but..

Another pause followed as Will turned at the call of his name.

"I'll just.. explain what I wanted to say later,I...I guess."

Lany couldn't respond; she watched as he sauntered by her, a new persona possessing him with a sigh. Maybe he was just angry he was interrupted, but he seemed brazen and aloof now, instead of reluctantly outgoing. He brushed by the sadistic guard with an unexpected toxic disdain; he dared to piss off the dominatrix. Lany didn't hear what he said, but it was the way he said it that made her apprehensive.

That smile...it's a bluff no one should call.

If Lany should trust him though, she'd have to make a call on the cards he had presented to her, not Valerie. He seemed to know what he was talking about when it came to prosthesis. By observation, when he seemed flustered, and possibly in between personalities, Lany thought he was genuine. It was the same way she felt about him now. She hadn't chosen a method or mechanism to approach him because he was not a friend or foe yet. Maybe it was the same way for him. She knew that with the malicious guard, he had chosen that smile. It was obvious that their ruthless guard had a death wish in Lany's opinion too.

However, years and years of use and abuse tormented her with a question.

But what does he want from me?

Lany was too distracted by the solemn march of inmates to wonder.

As they went by, Lany observed the sort of company she was in with fascination. Some were like her, unchanged in humanoid form, but concealing some sort of ability. Some characteristics were indicated by the sorts of restraints they wore; Lany was perplexed by the amount of muzzles worn in the crowd. Some were plain obvious, like the impish thing known as Faust, or the towering demi-human Spider that was forced to scuttle by in a ridiculous amount of restraints. What crime they might've committed, Lany had no idea. Lany would have to find other ways to test her curiosity.

They all had their own assortment of restraints and bridles, like her prosthesis and the bands of soldered metal keeping her together. Lany was still unsettled by the sensation of her injection. She wondered if anyone else felt like this, or did each serum's effect vary by the individual. She had seen some blank stares intermixed with pained grimaces.

Lany internalized name to face as each new inmate walked past her. She nearly didn't recognize her own as the sadistic guard slaughtered the pronunciation. A tall, willowy girl near her hissed at the name called after Lany's. She was completely pale, with grey feline features. Her red eyes flared at the guard who had her name.

Fuck. Looks like I'm rooming with laser-bait over here. Fuck.

Lany hobbled forwards.

"Jesti sranje maymune, i možda će te đavo jebati," Lany growled at the guard. "Ne postoyi veće sranje od tebe."

Eat shit, you ape, and may the Devil fuck you. There is no bigger piece of shit in the world than you.

Despite the translation she had prepared in the case the guard asked for it, Lany recieved a gut punch instead. Lany curled over as the guard's fist crumpled itself into Lany's stomach; her new leg didn't deceive her because of its flaw - the stiff knee did not allow her to buckle onto the ground. She had bitten into the side of cheek and the corner of her lip; she had not tasted her own blood for a while. A new surge of that singeing feeling rose to her stomach and in her mouth.

Lany's suspicions were answered. So that was what the serum did. It was some sort of power nullifier. She stood up.

"You up for another one, Cupcake?" the guard teased through a smug grin and crossed arms.

Lany spat blood onto the guard's crisp white shirt, and a few small speckles plastered themselves against the guard's cheek. Lany wiped the remaining blood out of the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand.

"It's pronounced 'Meelo-shenko'. Cupcake was the name your mother used when she was a prostitute." Lany answered in deadpan, sauntering past the bewildered guard that was beginning to fume, and into her new arrangement.

The cell block was a long hall with two floors, cells on each floor. Lany resided on the bottom one, and she saw her cellmate slip into the one at the very end of the hall. The inmates all began to disperse and redistribute themselves as was instructed, solemnly stepping into their newfound hell.

Lany straggled a bit, feeling her first bruise for a long time beginning to rise on the surface of her stomach. She could always feel pain, but it hurt more being completely vulnerable for once. No special rules or regulations of her abilities applied anymore. She was fair game.

Passing by the first cell of the lower floor, she hesitated. Inside she recognized the spider demi-human, Kala she recalled, standing in front of Will. They were speaking, but Lany had to make her move while she could.

"Hey," She said lowly, keeping her eyes and body language away from them to seem like she was muttering to herself. Will turned to her, as did Kala.

"What happened to-" Will began.

"I'm Lany. I just never got to say it." She sauntered away before a guard could notice, hoping Will understood that she was interested in his explanation later.

Passing by other cells, the inmates just watched her go by, some out of boredom, and some having caught the scent of blood on her wrist and mouth. Entering her own cell, Lany ignored her cellmate already having scrambled up to the top bunk and threatening her through her pillow to go wash her hands and face in the small sink that they shared.

"Never call me Scarlett, okay? It's Silver. And if you call me Scarlett I'll... I'll... What are those stringy things in your tummy called? Guts? I think that's it...." She paused to ponder and in her revelation she grinned wildly at Lany, baring her set of pointed teeth in mirth. "Yeah, guts! I'll turn them into a scarf!!"

Lany thought back to the laser debacle.

Based on my first impressions, you'll get yourself killed before you even touch me, little Miss Laser-Bait.

But based on the pain she already felt in her stomach and her newfound vulnerability, Lany listened to her new cellmate's demand.

"I like Silver better. It suits you more." Lany replied, grunting a bit as she tried to gingerly lay down on her own bunk. She was telling the truth; Silver fit her preferred name, as it was the same hue of the tufts of fur sprouting from her tail, ears, and hair.

Silver's head and tail swung over the side of the top bunk to look into Lany's while hanging upside down. Lany turned her head to face the girl.

"You do?" Her ruby cat eyes glinted wide at Lany, and her tail flicked back and forth excitedly.

"I do."

Silver purred with delight, and acrobatically dismounted off the top bunk.

"Then I'll like your name too! What is it?" The girl's tail flicked more vigorously now.

"You can call me Lany."

"I like it. Your name is Lany and I like it. My name is Silver and you like it!"

Silver rejoiced in acceptance for a bit more, but then turned, climbed into Lany's bed and pulled her up holding Lany's hands in hers, pressing her face close to Lany so that their eyes met.

"i will not be making your guts into a scarf now." Silver intoned gravely.

"Okay. Please let go of me." Lany replied, and the girl did, caught up in the bliss of acceptance once more.

This was going to take a while to get used to. But she could do it. She had to.

This could work. This could work if I do this right.

KasperXIII Athanas WillfulWren

"They're not going to let you talk in an attempt to cover their asses, are they?"

Nix’s body deflated. He hadn’t understood what she had been trying to say in the slightest, and whatever sign language she had come up with had let her down. But Nix only dared to release a small huff in displeasure, not wanting to discourage him from trying, him trying was better then nothing.

Though what the Siren was thankful for, was that Jasper seemed rather knowledgeable in what he spoke of, and positive. It was mood-lifting, hope grasping when he told her to try and ignore head of security if she could help it, and that at last she wasn’t alone. She couldn’t help but agree, seeming to feed off his optimism immediately, untying some of the few knots dwelling in her stomach.

Though she still paused like the first time, less minutes were taken before she reached out to shake his hand. Nix wasn’t fully sure if this was a ‘watch my back and I watch yours sort of thing’… they just met. But it at least was a start, and that she could work with.

Just as he went to mention the bunk beds, Nix couldn’t help but be drawn back to him stating they learning to understand each other, which partly included at least getting to know his ability, most notably her question that had gone unanswered. Not wanting to seem rude simply staring off into space, she nodded in response to him wanting to the top bunk bed, too focused on how to explain her question to really care of which bunk she got.


Right… time to give this another go.

Nix slowly edged a step towards him, cautiously, her eyes shifting back an fourth between his as she tried to convey that she didn’t intend anything harmful. Had he not reacted threateningly, a pale finger would point to his bracelet, then next to his chest, and finally to draw a question mark in the air space between them. She had to be sure he understood. Pointing at his chest, and the bracelet twice more. She knew she may end up failing again, but she hoped to at least get something about him rather then knowing nothing.

KasperXIII

Ashleigh Dunn - Inmate

“Ah, I get that. This isn’t exactly the kind of place I imagined spending my life. Little . . . cramped for my taste,” Ash said, reaching out and softly taking the offered hand. “Nothing too interesting beyond the name, I’m afraid. And you’re welcome, I’m already feeling a little better about this whole situation now I know that I won’t be spending my nights with one eye open.”

Not too far open, anyhow. While it was true Sith was a lot less hostile than Ash had expected any of the inmates to be on arrival, the two of them still hadn’t covered the obvious topic. It would be the best to ask now, so she could make proper judgement. Usually, she’d just come out and ask a question like this, no matter how awkward, or even rude. But it wasn’t the other woman’s response that truly had Ash worried. It was what she’d have to say herself.

Could she label herself a murderer so easily? Would it make her seem callous to bring it up? Endorsing vigilante justice went against everything she believed in, right? Was she right to even be hesitant in the first place? She had chosen this herself. Better her than her brother, right? That was another whole can of worms she was not eager to open. Did her brother actually deserve to be in this pla- no. No time for questioning now. No time for hesitation. She’d spent too much of her recent life, too much of this day specifically, doubting herself.

Time to decide how she’d be letting the rest of the inmates see her.

“So, let’s get the obvious topic out the way. Why we're here. I can go first. I’m here for murder - they were violent gang members who were responsible for the death of my parents, so I don’t think it should really count, but whatever, my colleagues in the police department didn’t agree. Tainting the uniform, betraying the badge and some such. I think I was just a little tired of watching and not acting decisively, y’know?” The words poured out - painfully, at that. This wasn’t her. Forcing the words out was equivalent to dragging rocks over her vocal cords. She hoped it didn’t show on her face. Lying was not something she had experience with. “And you?”

Zenpai

"Ah, all a test huh? I guess in ten years you see a lot in and out, makes sense you would find a way to weed the weak from the strong. Smart." Did Sam believe it was all one huge test? No. People are more likely to back down when faced with something steadfast that they cannot directly address, like denying an instant trusting bond and telling them they had to work to earn it. Awkward, but reasonable enough that you either have to concede or give up on the tactic. It was all way too similar to calling out a lie of a fellow officer who smuggles supplies only to be caught and listen to them recoil word-wise. Regardless, Sam would continue to follow the woman, watching her taunt another inmate. Was there s joy she got out of it? Was Sam starting to assume it was either a personality issue or possibly a sexual urge? Something definitely propelled this woman to be this way, and it was no whim that was for sure. Even assholes get tired of their act.

Directly Interacts: KasperXIII

Sith eyed the woman warily, not sure if she should speak about her reason for being here. She sighed reluctantly, remembering that it likely didn't matter if she told Ash what happened or not, so she spoke. "I... I killed many people," She said, pausing to gather her thoughts. "People have always feared my kind, and the ones I killed outright hated us. They were religious extremists, people who believed me and mine were a stain on this earth... Witch hunters... Although I despise it here, I do not regret what I did. The people who convicted me were just as scared of my kind. That's why I'm going to live and die in this concrete bastille." She felt tears come to her eyes, not caring if she showed weakness in front of a fellow prisoner. She continued, "They didn't understand. The hunters made threats, called us monsters. I did what I had to. I was a leader, and I had to protect my people." She might have said too much, but she was dying in this place one way or another.

SmithingForCopper

|:| Jasper Bent |:|

No matter how Nix took the truce, Jasper took it in a manner that neither would be hostile towards each other. No one choking each other out in the night or waiting to stab the other in the back, as he'd imagined his cellmate to be some horrifying thug before the cell listing was called out. He allowed the handshake to go on for a good three seconds before parting, letting his lips crack to the shape of a smile. Though the siren couldn't speak, there were other ways of communicating. He could try his best to interpret her eyes as best as possible, the only facial feature he could get a good look at, and even then it was tough with the mask. It was a challenge he was willing to accept: read people in a more so-called 'legal' manner, rather than a gift he didn't ask for.

Did the question of Nix's powers ever come to Jasper's mind? Of course it did, but he could take a good guess about it: her mouth was covered over by a mask to prevent her from talking, but possibly not to cover something up. Maybe her voice had some sort of effect. Was she loud? Hypnotic? It had to be something pressing as to not allow her to speak. He could only hope that his powers regenerated in time before the next injections tomorrow. Maybe then he'd get a chance to communicate with her properly. But similarly, Nix was curious about his own powers, which is what she seemed so desperate to communicate with him, but was slipping right by his mind this whole time. He didn't think she looked 'stupid', but he wouldn't be surprised if that head of security would get a laugh out of this and make her feel that way. Simply put, he had to counter those negative vibes and not stress her out no matter how hard she tries, even if she doesn't pass her message on properly. Indeed, this would be one great experiment better than any other case study he could get his hands on. Maybe he could write his own book right here behind bars...

Jasper was about to climb back up to his bunk, the lack of a ladder meaning he'd either have to jump, climb, or use the toilet as a footstool, but he was stopped by his cellmate, obviously trying to get his attention, given her rapid eye movements. She was probably thinking of how she'd try to get her message across without getting too frustrated. "Yes?" He didn't think she had any ill intentions, nor did he fear that she'd try to attack him any longer. But there was a burning question on her mind that she had to get across.

His chest, then the tracking bracelet, and an obvious question mark traced in mid-air. What.... There were some possibilities that floated to his head: Do you have a lover? Is the bracelet tight on you, too? What are they doing to us? Or maybe even something deeper... the bracelet was specific to this prison, one for people with powers. Maybe it was question of his own powers? Or what he was in here for... Neither were ever brought up, after all. At least this gave them an opportunity to get to know each other.

"Uh... I'm trying my best here, but sadly, there's way too many options floating in my mind," he said, letting his eyes shift from side to side as he pondered over the possibilities. She seemed worried that she was failing to communicate, and Jasper feared failure. "This would be so much easier if my powers were usable in here. I was born with the ability to read minds and send telepathic messages to other people near me. Had that not been countered by some sort of drug they administered not long ago, I could easily read what you're thinking, and you could think what you want me to get at, and we'd be all clear... Sadly, though, when I tried to read your mind, all I was able to pick up was unclear muffles. It's a mere... hint, I guess, as to what you normally sound like. Sadly, whatever is going through your mind is nothing more than a haze to me."

Without even realizing it, Jasper had gotten his message across, giving Nix what she came for. His left hand reached over to feel over the tracking cuff on his right wrist, how cold it was upon touch, as he contemplated his next words, hoping he didn't come off as offensive or demanding, or put too much strain on her, more than she needed. "What about you? What could you do outside of these walls? I'll happily try to understand."

With that, Jasper took a step back against the pole of the bunk bed, his arms folded in front of him. This was prison, after all; they had all the time in the world to get this charades act down.

Direct Mentions: xDawn2463x

Will could do nothing but look at Kala as she said her story. Truth be told, he was not in the slightest comforted by it. Kala was essentially admitting that she was raised in a jungle, away from any human contact. He had no guarantee whatsoever that she had learned to see humans as anything more than vile captors, or, even worse, tasty morsels.

Still, he would not get anywhere by doubting her since the first day. While her size alone caused him great deal of discomfort,(And the fact that she stood towering over him did very little to help that), he would just have to trust that she wouldn't eat him while he slept. Doing his best to hide his nervousness, he said:"Ain't that right... You're lucky to have grown on the fringes of this mess, trust me"

Examining the living quarters, he found that it lacked the space he was used to. More Importantly, it lacked a proper bench for him to put his contraptions. Granted, it might be designed in such a manner because no one probably thought a power like his existed. Even so...
His eyes fell on the double bunk beds, then at Kala. She could in no way fit on the lower bunk, and his choice would've been the higher one. Therefore, he could....
His train of thought was interrupted, however, as the blonde from before appeared outside his cell door. Before he could inquire about what she wanted, she had given him her name and scurried away. A massive smile forming on his face, he waited for a few seconds before doing a small leap in the air, letting forth a victorious "YES!". While this might seem as an overreaction to many, not being treated like some bizarre weirdo whenever he approached was definitely something that he had missed.

Realising that Kala might be rather put off by this sudden burst of emotion, he apologized:"Sorry, that must've seemed mighty weird. Still, it's nice when people don't just instantly excuse themselves and run away when you talk to them. Surely, you can relate?"

"So, back to the task at hand: Since I doubt you can fit in either bunk, would you mind if I remade yours into a small bench? I kind of need some space to make...things. And hey, maybe I can make something nice for you, too!"

Mentions: Sybil , sly-eyed-lyra

Ashleigh Dunn - Inmate

For a moment, Ash had thought she’d been too forward, her flash of determination quickly fading. It wouldn’t be a first. Mentioning her past as law enforcement was a particularly blunt move. Sith’s eyes did not hide her caution.

But thankfully, she opened up. And momentarily, Ash in turn found herself being cautious of the woman stood in front of her. She tensed hearing Sith mention how many people she’d killed. Her hairs stood on end when she realised Sith was some kind of witch, part of some kind of tribe, cult, coven, flatshare? Ash had always been wary of magic. Of magical people. Of magical creatures. And of vigilantes, those who took the law into their own hands, who committed unsanctioned murders. Ash was a woman of the law. A woman who loved the law.

But now, undoubtedly, all that remained was a hypocrite. She’d done what she thought was necessary for her blood. Her brother. So had he. And right now, as the tears clearly began to appear on her cellmate’s face, she remembered him. Surrounded by bodies, panic-stricken. He didn’t feel he had a choice. And clearly, Sith didn’t feel she had, either.

The part of Ash that had become a police officer to help her community, her people, lit up. For the first time in quite a while. Guess I’m a significantly worse person than I thought. She’s being far more honest with me than I was with her. I shouldn’t let that happen again. She’s in a terrible situation, a familiar one. No need for pretense.

“For what little it’s worth, I think you did the right thing. You don’t sound much like a monster in need of hunting to me. Truth be told, I’m not exactly handling the prospect of a life spent in here too well either,” she smiled and reached out, gripping Sith’s shoulder far more firmly than she had her hand. “Thank you for being honest with me. I’ll do what little I can to make our time here less painful than it might be otherwise.”

Zenpai

Sith felt better after the assurance from her cellmate. It was a bit odd, somebody who was a convicted killer offering her solace, but she was also a convicted killer as well. Sith nodded. "Thank you. It means a lot to not be seen as a monster by someone who isn't like me. Almost gives me hope for the world." She took in a deep breath, attempting to steady herself. Her whole situation right now didn't make much sense to her, but... maybe she had found someone she could trust, or at least as close to trusting as she could get in this place.

SmithingForCopper

[ Faust - Inmate | Height: 1'1" ]

Faust's eyes lit up, a swirl of red dancing around his maroon eyes, as an unsettling smile spread across his face.

"Excellent! From the first moment I saw those flimsy legs of yours I knew you would have a proper noggin on top of them!" He cackled a bit and fell back onto the width of the lower bunk. "...Well, not directly on your legs. That would be mildly concerning..."

The proposal had gone surprisingly well. Maybe even a bit too well, but there wouldn't be much use in lingering on it. One obstacle had been tackled, at least in part. With a solid start with his bunkmate, there would be but two more key steps: obtaining the respect from the majority of fellow inmates, and the goodwill of the guards in charge. If he could manage that then there was hope for living out a relatively peaceful life in this gutter. That was the plan—establish his place in the hierarchy, and slide by without a hitch. A meager plan, but one with an acceptable outcome. It all relied on delicately managed connections, and people were anything but predictable. So far his cellmate seemed tolerable. Whether either of them recognized it or not their actions would ultimately intertwine, pulling at one another. All Faust could hope was they didn't turn out to be too much of a troublemaker.

For now, however, he would need to make the most out of his time in the cell. The minutes he shared here would prove invaluable and need to be used wisely.

"Now that introductions are out of the way, it's time to get serious. There is much to discuss." Faust paused, considering his words carefully. "This is a bit of a touchy subject... but you've been reasonable thus far and I think it's something I can trust you with... You see, I have a slight tendency to..." He cocked his head to one side, and exhaled, "This is kind of embarrassing so this stays between you and me—I have a tendency to gain weight a little easier than others, so I've been really concerned with what they serve for food here."

"It builds up mostly in my gut, and my calves. You probably noticed, so I appreciate your lack of staring. I'm on a very particular diet, but obviously that's a convenience the people here could care less about..." His eyes drooped, and his head leaned further back into the bunk. "You don't suppose they provide an assortment of nuts? Or maybe low fat yogurt? Whole grain bread would be a serious life saver here..."

"What if they serve slop? What even IS slop?"

Zenpai (Alasdair)

Annabelle Sangsue
The vampire gritted her teeth as the warden spoke, posture stiff and arms crossed defensively over her chest. She glared at the floor, struggling to rein in her temper and not protest - what he was saying was fair, after all.

"Yes, sir." She forced out, before finally meeting his gaze. "Thanks for the offer, but if it's all the same to you, I'd prefer to stay on Sector G, so I can keep a close eye on.. Her." It, more liike.

In all her years, Annabelle had very rarely came across another of her own kind, and when she had, it had always led to bloodshed and despair. So, she didn't exactly have a high opinion of other bloodsuckers. They were little more than animals, monsters in human skin, and she hated the thought of having one here, but... The Warden had a point. There wasn't another facility capable of holdng a creature like that. So, she'd have to grin and bear it.
"I guess I can deal with it, for now. If we have nothing else to disscuss, I guess I should leave..."

With that, she went to leave, but there was a quiet, practically inaudible mutter aimed at him.
"Like this place could hold me. I know all it's secrets...." And probably had several escape plans in case she ever did end up on the other side of the bars.
KasperXIII

Silver Ferae
"Lany, Lany, Lany, Lany!" The albino kept repeating the name, over and over again, until it started to fade into nothing more than background noise, a repetitive drone.
"It's like... Like birdsong! Have you ever heard a nightingale sing, Lany? They're really pretty, like your name! Well, no, actually they're pretty small, ugly birds... But their song is really pretty, like your name, and you! And they taste good, but I'm not gonna test if you taste good. Eating my ... Cell-sharing-person would probably be a bad idea." Obviosly, 'roommate' was one of the words she didn't know. The albino girl was sprawled, half on the floor and half on Lany's bunk, limbs outstretched, and was... Probably not going to sleep, at all, considering there was a device clamped to her wrist that was literally burning her skin.

She scratched at the band of electrum, trying to pry it away, then frowned, head tilting to the side. "Lany, why are you here? You seem really nice for a mean place like this... This is where they put bad people! Or at least, that's what the people who put me here said..."
Not that Silver seemed like she could hurt a fly at the moment, despite her earlier threats involving violently ripping Lany's intestines out. She seemed... Like a child, almost. Confused and lost, but happy to have found someone she could be friends with.
As long as she didn't change her mind about the whole 'don't eat the roommate' situation.
sly-eyed-lyra

"Uh... I'm trying my best here, but sadly, there's way too many options floating in my mind,"

Nix within an instant pulled her hands away, brushing her fingers through the strands of her hair. If she couldn’t communicate the simplest of questions, how in the ocean was she going to ever survive here? She had yet to come up with a response to that thought when Jasper admitted that all would have been made easy if they hadn’t taken away his own ability…

Telepathy...

The lids of her eyes seemed to broaden as the guy babbled on unknowingly, coming to the conclusion that her thoughts were only a mere ‘haze’.

Yes!

Nix jabbed her arm into the air between them in rather spontaneous excitement. Course she felt bad about his abilities! But she had got something through, nodding her head to approve of his words, hopefully communicating that, that had been her question. Very much so prepared for another challenge he presented her with a question.

Right… detail Nix. Detail…

The siren gave a tap to the metal obscuring her mouth, before pointing at Jasper and making a sleeping gesture by resting her neck on her hands and shoulders and closing her eyes. Course though it wasn’t the full explanation for that, it would do.

She wrote an ‘OR’ in the space between them.

Nix made a harsh face. As if she were to scream. A hand movement extending past her jaw in hopes of replicating the noise leaving her mouth. She pointed at Jasper again, covering his ears with her hands. She paused for a moment, seeming to study his face with eyes of sapphire. She sighed. Lowering her hands to her sides again, taking a slow step back. Before gesturing to his bed. She didn’t need to bother him anymore than she had.


KasperXIII

Alasdair looks down from his bunk at Faust, with an almost confused expression. "I wouldn't know what passes for food around here, man," He says. "You're not the only one who's new here, buddy. And slop is basically a horrifying mating of soup, garbage, and leftovers from other meals." He leaned back on the bunk, letting out a sigh. "If we're lucky they'll put somebody with a brain on kitchen duty."((cough, cough not silver))

BluEndings

MASLANY MILOSZCHENKO
Lany had never heard her own name so many times as she did in the single hour she had spent with Silver. Lany had never met anyone as ruthlessly energetic as Silver either.

She's a child and an animal. She might as well be unstoppable.

Silver gave Lany the impression she had wandered out of a backyard playground into a prison yard by accident. The feline girl was overly cheerful to be in a high-security prison full of the scum of all criminals, but Lany remembered, that they included Silver. And Lany had not forgotten the intestinal scarf threat.

As Lany was pondering Silver's reason for being here, Silver's incessant voice broke through her barrier of thought, asking her what she was wondering about Silver herself.

Lany didn't know whether to answer honestly with her true criminal record, not because she feared breaking her simpleton's innocence, but because it wasn't worth explaining to Silver the definition of 'political assassination' if she didn't already know what it was. However, Lany understood that in order to build a relationship that might save her from being disemboweled, she would have to humor her cellmate, and hopefully understand her cellmate better too.

"They put me here because I knew some bad people," Lany intoned quietly, hoping it would calm down her audience. "They did some bad things to me." Lany tapped lightly on her fake leg, and showed Silver her fake hand. Silver's eyes glinted like the sheen of metal on the prosthetic. "They took my body from me. So I had to do bad things to get them back. Lots of bad things." As she laid in her bunk, Lany let Silver examine the scars lining her arm, lightly tracing them with a claw. "Even if I had all my fingers, I wouldn't be able to count all the things I did on them. I don't know if I'm a bad person. But that's why I'm here."

Lany sighed. The memories themselves were all it took to exhaust her, but in conjunction with the experience she had today, and her cellmate's personality, she craved the short hours of rest she had.

But not before she knew why Silver was here.

"Your turn, Silver. Why are you here?"

WillfulWren

|:| Edward Brookes |:|

The Warden knew his words would anger the vampire at first, but rules were rules, and no matter who she was, inmate or guard, she'd have to adhere to them as well, no matter how outraged that she was. In reality, the Warden wasn't oblivious to the pairing up of a vampire prisoner and guard in the same gen-pop sector. It was a test to see the backlash and possibly assist in Annabelle's rehabilitation. This reaction was step one in what would be a lengthy trial for her. Maybe if she could control her urges now and put it all behind her in the name of doing her job, then she could be prepared for her eventual release to the real world as a changed, reformed woman. For once, prison done right in this facility, and yet another noble act on the back of the Warden.

Even better: Annabelle agreed to staying in G, rather than get reassigned and add a ton more paperwork than necessary. Less work for the higher-ups tomorrow to reorganize, and an opportunity for his chance for her to get over her hostility now in place. He nodded along with her declaration to keep things as they are. "That's the spirit. You just don't let your prejudices get in the way of your job and keep the peace, and it'll be as if Miss Cruentus isn't even there."

As she walked out the door, his eyes wandered once again, falling on the dent in his front door. "Shut the door on your way out... and keep in mind that you're paying for the repairs to that door you busted through. Mind your temper next time and knock before you just barge in. Again, that outburst could've caused an unnecessary lockdown. Be glad you didn't tip the alarms."

Did the Warden really have the urge to throw both vampires in a cell together if they didn't cooperate? It was tough to say. Such behavior would be difficult to hide from the board, especially if an inmate or a guard dies on their watch by something other than some unforeseen health circumstance. They were locking inmates in a cell together to fight at the end of each day, so how much different would this be?

For now, Edward returned to his seat, staring at the AC above the door set down to its lowest possible setting, yet it still felt a tad stuffy and hot in the room for his standards. Oddly enough, nobody had gotten a hint by the freezing nature of his office. After all, who would guess that he'd slept with the Ice Princess of Thesta so many years ago? It mattered not as he looked back at the camera displays on his monitor. Inmates were now in their cells... but it seemed like one of the lower-tier guards and Valerie were in the middle of a discussion with a young female inmate by their side. One Valerie wasn't quite fond of.

What happened, and who screwed up this time...?

Direct Mentions: WillfulWren
Indirect Mentions: Ethereal_Dreams

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|:| Jasper Bent |:|

Finally, the two were getting somewhere once Nix confirmed that he delivered the message right on the nose. At first, he thought her rather joyful reaction might've been her being happy that he was drugged out of his powers. But then again, she was kept from talking to block her own out. Why would she laugh at a very woe that she suffered as well? Once again, they needed an unconventional way of communicating, and if pseudo-joy was Nix's way of giving Jasper confirmation, he'd accept it. Finally, though. She looked before as if she had given up, but all hope wasn't gone.

Jasper smiled as he stood back and allowed her to try to answer his question. What could she do beyond these walls? It seemed as if babbling helped get the hang of things, so he'd make a habit of doing that now as the siren made hand gestures to try and express herself. The mind reader had played charades before, but never in prison, never like this. Time for a challenge even for an intellectual as himself...

First, she drew his attention to her mouth, then a finger towards him, followed by a gesture of her head resting on her hands together and her eyes shutting.

But before he could start guessing, there was an 'or', as she drew out the word 'or' in the air. Jasper gave her a nod. "Yes, I'm still li... watching."

'Listening' might've been poor wording around this girl, which is why he stopped himself there.

But anyway, the next gesture seemed focused on a more strained look, almost like she was trying to talk, or even scream judging by the change in her facial expression, but nothing came out thanks to the binding on her face. Her hand came outward from her mouth, then she reached forward to place her own hands over his ears, as if to block out whatever sound would've come out.

Perhaps his rather blank expressions, which seemed to dominate now while he was thinking, gave off the wrong impression. She appeared distressed and about to give up and she pointed to his top bunk and stepping away. But Jasper reached over to her extended arm, with care and caution, and lowered it back down to her side. He couldn't help that he seemed lost or out of it. That's just how he processed things. He was so used to thinking and solving puzzles alone that he never bothered wonder how he looks in the eyes of others.

"Your first point... something about your speech can put people to sleep. I assume this isn't due to boredom, but rather a legitimate ability. A few words, maybe even a song, I'd guess...." Indeed, he was rambling, but it helped last time. "Maybe a spell? Some kind of sorcery or magic? Hypnosis through your voice? Susceptibility to suggestion? Whatever it is, it must be linked to your voice and its ability to put a subject to sleep."

"And your second point... You seem to have an aggressive side, judging by your gestures. It goes back to your voice having such powers. If you could apply some gentle words to put to sleep, perhaps something more harsh would be more unpleasant to me. Maybe even lethal..." This only brought up a gruesome memory of the death of his former employer: a harsh noise that literally melted his brain into mush. "Probably something I wouldn't want to hear. Judging by what you were trying to enact... Possibly your powers are the difference between a sweet lullaby and a harsh screech?"

The idea of being a siren hadn't come up just yet, but the main idea about Nix's voice had made it across in some way. With a more boneheaded cellmate, such ideas probably wouldn't make sense in their mind. Jasper, though, was pampered by high-rise politicians and educated by them, and even himself. He was a special case with a unique responsibility in prison, at least until Nix gets moved out of his cell. But at this point, this game had grown too entertaining to just abandon.

"What, was I off? I'm still up for a game of charades if you'd like to talk. Not like we're getting any sleep hearing the banging downstairs, eh?" He allowed his hazel eyes to meet her sapphire ones as he gave a smile of reassurance, communicating in non-verbal gestures just as she was. Maybe he came off as too 'entertained' by all of this, and it might be a bad sign for him. Maybe Nix was tired. They'd get this down eventually... "I don't give up easily, Nix. Have I missed anything apart from hypnosis and a death screech?"

Direct Mentions: xDawn2463x

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|:| Valerie Masterson |:|

Indeed, as the Warden had seen on footage, Valerie, in her playful show of banging on cell doors to give the inmates even more of the chills, one of the lower-tier guards from an entirely different sector of gen-pop had shown up with a new inmate who wasn't on the original tour that Valerie was leading. Lucky Kyra for missing out on the entire abusive run that made the head of security's tours most noteworthy and intimidating. She didn't have the same kind of hatred and/or fear that the rest probably had now. Now, there wasn't much time to put a new seed of fear into play, but there was plenty of time to get to the bottom of why this pink-haired inmate was left out of the tour and sent off somewhere she didn't belong, and why the manifest was incorrect.

"You better have a good reason for this fuck-up, Horez," she huffed after hearing the details, leaving Sam to patrol the halls on her own for now while she deals with the more pressing issue. "You're sure as hell getting written up, and so is whoever else was responsible for this mixup. Why was I given the outdated version of the manifest?"

The guard looked about ready to shit himself, just as afraid of Valerie as the inmates were, looking back and forth to try not to look her in the eyes. "W-We weren't sure about a few inmates that were undecided, whether they should go to solitary, or..."

"Oh, bullshit," she barked back. "You know damn well that the solitary confinement inmates have a tour on their own, and certainly wouldn't be mixed up in the gen-pop bus. It's two separate shipments. And that doesn't explain why this lollipop got left behind on a different tour." Her nightstick flew in Kyra's direction, almost swinging her in the face. "Care to explain that?"

Horez sighed and tried to formulate a new excuse that wouldn't end in Valerie swinging at him next. She'd developed a reputation of being very irritable and aggressive at times, though reasons were left unknown. It was too frequent to be her period, and everyone knew she was single... "Uh... Again, just a mix-up from the one a week ago. We sent you the wrong one, okay? I screwed up, and I take full responsibility for it. Just..." He squinted his eyes at her. "Don't tell the Warden, okay? I can just drop her off and all's done."

Valerie's eyes darted back and forth between Kyra and Horez. The poor Hispanic looking man was by no means new, but very much so useless, and had a developed fear of the redhead. Not quite the scene she wanted in front of her in her attempt to befriend and possibly seduce Sam, but the damage was done because Horez was whining like a pathetic child. She tisked at him in disgust at his sub-par, unconvincing explanation and shook her head, bringing the nightstick closer to Horez's arm, ready to swing at full force and possibly break a bone. "God damn you, Horez. Ever since you've been here, all you've done is make boneheaded moves like this that I'm surprised haven't gotten you fired. You related to the Warden or something?"

He shook his head. "N...No?"

She gave him a sinister, cocky grin. "You know, a lot of you from Sector F are like this. You know what the F stands for?"

"F-Failure?" It moreso came out like a squeak than a proper, firm response.

"Mmm..." She hummed to herself, licking her lips. "I was thinking more like 'fuck-up', but.... nah, you're more like a fuck-up. Failure's too mild for you. Now..." She moved her arm with her melee weapon away from the guard, who, at this point, was nearly in tears, and nudged Kyra a bit closer to her. "I'll take care of Lollipop here. You go back to your little corner of the shithole and pray to whatever god you believe in that I don't tell the Warden. Or, well, that I do worse to you."

Horez nodded, shivering in his place, and quickly darted off in fear from a Valerie that looked livid enough to chase him out of the corridor or even swing at him right in front of the inmates. She cursed under her breath after looking back at the new inmate. So, she was never brought along, and a few names in the cell pairings were mixed up based on a past version of the roster. She returned her gaze back to Sam, ready to vent to the new blood.

"See, this is why you're in better hands here, Fratellis. This prison boasts some high-quality staff, but there's just some here that are just too pathetic for me to even watch. We can't afford fuck-ups in a max-security prison like this. Again, hope you prove me right around here."

One problem would arise tomorrow: that the Warden was watching Valerie's little stunt that she didn't bother take care of in private, but on the first floor of gen-pop, where anyone could catch her bossing around another guard and reducing him to tears. A problem for another day. What was needed for Valerie though? A one-night-stand. At this point, she was becoming too irritable for her own good.

"I'll take this one up to her cell and deal with the mistake. You just keep order on the first floor. Maybe some of them got a bit wise at what happened out here... don't wanna show them a sign of weakness..."

Although it was entirely her fault for make a guard look bad in front of everyone.... Fuck it, she thought as she marched along. They better not try anything wise on ME.

Valerie's nightstick hung by her side as she gripped Kyra by her shoulder and lugged her up the narrow stairs to the second floor of gen-pop. The cell that Kyra would occupy was fortunately close by, the first one. Didn't even take long, but before they got up the stairs, Valerie had the urge to give this new girl a quick spine-chilling warning.

"I'd say that I'd hate to see a lollipop like yourself get torn to shreds here, but I'd be lying," she snickered in a whisper. "I just hope you take your time here watch your back. If an inmate doesn't get to you, be damn sure as fuck that I will."

Without even knocking on the cell door first, Valerie forced her way inside by banging the black stick on the door and pushing it inward to catch the two inmates inside getting to know each other: Elizabeth and Dyani. She could feel a brief breeze from the cooler air in the cell, one side effect unadjusted for in the girl with antlers, but it didn't feel all that much different from the abnormal air conditioning levels in the Warden's office, so she didn't make a big deal out of it or call it out. It was probably something out of her control, too.

Valerie gave Kyra a hard push from the back of her shoulder into the cell, and ordered, "Get in, this is your new home." With that came the next correction: the vampire. She gave her a rather rude stare and point with the nightstick as she proceeded to butcher, not just the pronunciation, but the entire nature of Elizabeth's last name, now without the actual paper in front of her. "You, Cruentez, Cruanta, Cruella... whatever your name is, I'm just gonna call you Fangs, cuz your name's too fucking hard. Get up and get out of here. Someone fucked up the manifest, and you're not supposed to be here. Not my problem, but I'm forced to lug your ass out. Now get over here. Your place is in cell 15 on this floor with the emo chick, Norell or Norwall or something. So, you gonna get out on your own, or do I have to drag you?"

The stare wasn't the only thing rude about Valerie. She hated correcting for the mistakes of others, and in such a state where every little screw up makes her all the more pissed off, it only amplified her 'bad mood' and her attitude towards the inmates. Fortunately, this attitude could all be passed off as a sign of showing authority to a bunch of new inmates. The death glare from Valerie continued as she stepped slightly out of the way of the door to allow for the vampire to pass. The head of security intended to nudge her in the shoulder with the nightstick to further enforce her authority as she walks out. If she wasn't in a horrible mood as is, it's much worse now.

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Indirect Mentions: Any inmate on the first floor who might've heard what was going on with Valerie's argument

Boethius sat down on the bottom bunk of the overly large cell and sighed deeply as he cradled his head in his hands. A lot had happened today and there was so little time for him to actually take any time to actually process it all. From the prison’s security to that prideful guard, may God strike her down where she stands, and finally the biggest nail in his nonexistent coffin.... literally was a MASSIVE FUCKING SPIDER. Severinus was still dealing with the fact that if quoted the Bible it actually happened. Now he had to accept that not only are there sentient spiders, but for some reason only Gods knows it... he?... later Boethius.... later.... for some reason it’s larger than he was! For all he knew this was some convoluted execution or perhaps God himself punishing Boethius for using his holy word to kill. It was all frankly too much to handle, and so Boethius attempted to take Solace in his prayers.
“Psalm 27:1, The Lord is my light and my salva-“ unfortunately Boethius didn’t get to finish his prayer as the device around his throat activated and sent a ‘mild’ electric shock to his vocal cords. He stopped speaking alright... and breathing for a few seconds. Boethius had collapsed to the floor in a panic but after a moment of heavy breathing managed to somewhat gather himself. “ That was my favorite Psalm too...”
Theflamre KasperXIII (here’s my intro. Let me know if it needs changing.)

He had been guided to his room a while ago, it wasn't a pleasent experience to anyone privy to it. Had been guided in a little bit later then most due to the akwardness that was fitting him into the building. He swayed and wobbled and hit everything that could be hit in his akward dilapidated movements. He left such an amazing path of minor inconvenience on the way in that he had been delayed several days. By the time they actually got him on a transport he had gotten semi used to the interesting effects of the cocktail of depresserresers they had him on.

This in turn had started another dilima, his immunity, it wasn't anything worth mentioning but it kept becoming a problem since they basically had to keep him constantly drugged. There was only so many combinations that could be subjected to without causeing permanent damage to the creatures mind. So a small committee had been formed to deal with the issues that would natuarlly arise given time. They had a month on their most optimistic expectations before they started him off cold turkey.

The good part however of this whole situation was the he was drugged on the way in. He giggled, in his deep hissing voice of nightmares, when the warden repeatedly threatened him. He outright laughed when she said anything even remotely relating to his "ass" and reminded her in a slurrred tone that he firmly lacked an ass. Over all this was a good time for the giant monster spider, he decided that he not only liked this place but these people. they were funny, and he had never had a concept of humor before so they were really funny to him.

When he was finally shown to his room he gasped and crawled up to the top bunk rubbing his large oiled up hairy eight limbed body against the sheets and covers. Using all eight of his limbs he tossed the blanket as far into the air as he could (it hitting against the roof) and layed down by the time it hit the ground. He was all ready for a good night sleep in a bed (which he honestly should have hated since it was awkward and restricting for his large body) and blanket (which was also too small) when he heard something.


"The Lord is my light and my salvation—
whom shall I fear?
The Lord is the stronghold of my life—
of whom shall I be afraid?" He spoke like a preacher, the words of god pouring from his flesh ripping maw like the deep voice that worshippers believed god him self would have. Even in his drugged state his memory was a impeccable thing, he had once haunted a church for well over a year with little to no resistance. The preist had lost a son and though the lord had sent him as a replacement. He started a cult, influenced by the spider of course who stroked the embers of doubt into a fiery belief in him. The preist would descend into the basment of the church and read the bible to him by candle light. Had he any concept of it he would have though the man sad for loosing so much as to let your self be fooled into loyality to a giant spider.

Regardless he felt he had done a good turn for the man who ever he was, to the spider it seemed he couldn't quite remember the verse. "You know I always thought I was the one to fear" he said aloud. His voice made it menacing but honestly that couldn't be further from the truth, he was just quoting his own thoughts aloud. At the time he thought it may have been mencing to say to the preist before consuming him but he had never gotten around to it before fleeing. "Just ask if you want to hear more " he offered with a polite chuckle, in his voice is sounded like a gesture of false pity ment only to hurt him. In the spiders mind he was being polite and trying to help the man, perhaps it was up to powers greater them to decide if he would br seen as kind or malicious. He currently just didnt care enough to make a clear distinction and even if he did, his current state of mind would just make it sound stuipid.
St. Boethius sleepy KasperXIII

When his Aracnid cell mate spoke, finishing the passage he had began Boethius was... conflicted. On the one hand hearing the word of God through the maw of a giant spider was absolutely terrifying it did seem as if it was willing help him. Boethius wasn’t sure if the spider found the same solace he did the the holy word, but it was fairly clear that it knew he did and was attempting to extend an olive branch. Once Boethius finally managed to get himself off the floor and actually look at his bunk mate all nestled under the covers it almost looked... adorable. You know... if you looked past the rows of flesh tearing, bone breaking teeth. Boethius exhaled and steeled himself. “ If you are willing to help me then I will gladly accept it... and to be fair I would have to agree with you on the fearing. I don’t think the Lord entirely meant for that Psalm to be read with you in the room. Please, allow me to introduce myself. I’m Severinus Boethius and I’d quote you Ecclesiastes 4:9-10, but this thing has a penchant for preventing me from speaking the Lord’s words.”
Theflamre

|:| Valerie Masterson |:|

The head of security eyeballed the vampire's every move as she stepped out of her former cell and out into the hallway, even through the unnecessary nudge to the back. Even if she couldn't use her powers, it was better to stay safe about this, considering that three consecutive mispronunciations of someone's name, followed by an uncalled for nickname, is sure one hell of a way to get on someone's bad books. In just a few hours, Valerie already had many new enemies on her list, but the one thing better than an enemy was a punching bag. Did she think she could make one out of Elizabeth? Possibly. Maybe not as much as the laser-bait cat girl from either, but a good second choice in case Silver doesn't survive the week without dying.

It disappointed the dominatrix that she wasn't getting a reaction out of the prisoner with a single poke with the nightstick. Her sadistic thrill was slowly fading, only holding on to the faint hope that Elizabeth was suffering internally. Playing the bully with her might have its moments of dullness, but did it have potential? As they marched along the second floor of gen-pop, Valerie let the nightstick tap against the railing to their side as she called out for the inmates on the top floor, as she did for the lower, "Hope you're all nice and cozy in there, crooks. You better get some rest cuz you're gonna be up and working bright and early tomorrow. Don't make me come in there and drag your asses there. Boy, that won't be pretty." She tapped her weapon of choice against the railing again, then, without any warning or justification, used it to nudge the inmate she was escorting down the hall by her elbow. She chuckled as she continued to poke fun at Elizabeth, absolutely dying for a reaction and an excuse to swipe her hand over her face and make an example out of her. "Hey, I didn't tell you you could slow down or take a break. I thought vampires were fast or something. I expected you to beat me there or something. Keep the pace, Fangs."

If that didn't get any reaction, Valerie would give up on taunting Elizabeth for one day. She was by no means scared of the vampire's strength, both in powers and emotionally, but at this point, even this bully had the capacity to grow bored.

Not long after the nice little announcement, the two women arrived at the new cell. Like before, Valerie gave this cell a solid push open without even a knock of warning, this time with her boot. Inside was the pink-haired electric girl in her cell lined in non-conductive materials, seemingly minding her own business, and wondering where her cellmate was.

"Hey, emo girl," Valerie barked as she gave Elizabeth one last shove inside, probably not as hard as before, but rather unpleasant as it was with the end of the nightstick on the top of her back. "There's been a fuck-up in the roster. That Zevon guy's been moved somewhere else. Solitary, another part of gen-pop, fucked if I know. But here's your new cellmate. Don't go nuts killing each other, will ya? I've got enough problems to deal with tonight."

Indeed, she would. Her slew of attitude towards a guard didn't go unnoticed. Though the Warden had no issue with her belittling inmates, doing so to guards wasn't something they needed. It would show the inmates that all they have to do is act tough and the guards will bend over. That sure wasn't always the case, but that one example with Horez might be enough for some to get ideas. All because of Valerie's attitude and a pinch of self-loathing that expressed itself as a result of her condition... Oh, how she longed to not end up cranky all because she didn't bang someone over the course of a week. As much as she liked working for Thesta Penitentiary and bossing people around, it was going overboard that was out of her control, and what landed her in trouble with the Warden on occasion.

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|:| Kyra Strega |:|
Kyra waited until the guard lady left the cell with the...vampire?... girl. She looked at the other girl in the cell. “That guard sure is a big ray of sunshine, isn’t she,” she said sarcastically as she walked over to the lower bed and plopped down. She already was not a fan of her, but she did enjoy watching the girl reduce the other guard into tears. “And Lollipop? Definitely not getting my vote for best nickname giver...” Kyra remaked sarcastically, venom dripping off her tongue. “So, what are you exactly?” She inquired to the other girl with antlers, “Because your obviously not human,” her eyes quickly glanced at the antlers the other girl had. Interactions: Dana Zane Mentions: KasperXIII Caffeine Freak