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Fantasy Inhuman prison lab. The future of suffering subjects. (iC)

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Nokumi

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(Start off in your cells if your a prisoner. If your a scientists or guard then start off by making your rounds to check on prisoners. )

Surgess scattered around in her cell up the walls and across the ceiling. Around the floor aswel. She was unsettled and uneasy. She was taken from her family and placed here! She never hurt anyone so she doesn't understand... Why would someone do this? Lock her up like some sort of animal! She tried to dash at the electric barrier only to get blasted backwards with a yelp of pain and upon hitting the wall another yelp. Dam... Looks like she can't get out...
 
Avtomat was given a wide range of items, though mainly puzzles. He lifted his head, a low mechanical whir echoing off the walls as he powered on. The gump didn't remember much other than being forcibly shut down. What happened to Charlie Nine? Where had he been taken??

The robot began to examine the room, raising the mounted gun on his shoulder. The room was relatively well-sized, something he had gotten used to. Then he noticed the electric barrier, reaching out to touch it. M i s t a k e .
 
"Yeah, I wouldn't exactly go touching that if I were you."

A short purple being peeked up from its comic book, attracted by the familiar cacophony of a prisoner touching the electric barrier for the first time. Rising from the floor, it slowly approached the electric barrier of its own cell, peeking out across the dimly lit hall to the adjacent cells. One cell contained what seemed to be a robot dog of some sort approaching the barrier in its cell, a very large gun attached to his back. The purple being wondered why the scientists had not immediately removed it when it had been brought here. Perhaps those Royals had plans for it, it mused. Its attention now turned to the cell next to it, which was shrouded in impenetrable darkness, with no visible signs of life. The being swore it had heard a high, young voice grunting in pain when it struck the wall; seems there was another young prisoner in its company now. The being smiled. Things had been getting a bit dull around here as of recent. The comics were getting boring, and it had heard just about everything interesting about the other prisoners. Things would be a lot more interesting the next few days, it knew that for sure.

Lazzo turned its head from one cell to the other, a sly grin crossing its face.

"Welcome to the Forcefield Hotel, new blood. Seems we'll be spending a lot of time seeing eachother."
 
Surgess crawled over to the edge of the cell so she could be seen by the other person in the cell. Squinting her eyes at the bright light. She was a little girl no older than 7. Glancing at lazzo and making a loud hiss of anger while yelling "I will not just sit here and do nothing!!!!" She fell silent at the sound of a person approaching. Growling lowly and planning on scaring the living day lights out of the person saying hello to everyone. Crawling back into darkness and morphing her face to a demonic creature looking one.
 
Avtomat stumbled back, a quiet, though still audible mechanical hiss emanating from the robot. It would take him a moment to recover from the forcefield's electric shock, he was a machine after all. A machine that had the ability to think and learn, but still a machine.

If the barrier hadn't nearly scrambled his "brain" and shut him down, Avtomat would've touched it again out of curiosity. His high caliber was still poised forward, ready to face a threat. Except, it was empty... there were no bullets supplied to either the high cal or the smgs mounted on what would be considered his outer forearms.

The little purple creature was confusing to the gump, especially how they spoke. He hadn't learned much about tones or vocal cues, but he was leaning towards the idea that the creature was being sarcastic. Or perhaps something else...
 
The occupant of the dark cell stepped forward to reveal themselves, and Lazzo found its suspicions were confirmed. The cell's occupant was rather young in appearance, with silver hair and different colored eyes. Even to Lazzo, her appearance sent a twinge of dread down its spine. She hissed ferally at it, and expressed defiance at being here. Lazzo tilted its head in interest, a finger on its chin. It gave a slight chuckle. "Your type's always the most interesting. You aren't afraid to make noise, not afraid to rattle your cage...." It paused, looking at the electric field of its own cell, "...though I wouldn't recommend doing that again. Regardless, you don't take confinement sitting down, and that makes you interesting."

Lazzo walked over to a wall, leaning a fingerless hand against it. "This is going to be an interesting week, that's for sure. I'll be keeping an eye on you, new blood."

At that moment, the sound of a door opening turned Lazzo's attention to the end of the hall, or at least as far down as it could see from the edge of the cell. Sure enough, a brown-haired man came into view, nonchalantly greeting all the prisoners. Johnny's arrival was the highlight of Lazzo's mornings, because it usually signified the delivery of its commissary requests. The scientists were usually very nice to Lazzo, something likely attributed to its unique extraterrestial origin. That and it had convinced them that if it was ever hurt by their hand, it could release a biological signal to have an armada of spaceships summoned to this planet. Lazzo always thought that was one of the better half-truths it had told the scientists, and they'd all stood there mouths agape, slowly nodding. It'd scared the pants off them, it could see that.

From then out out, they made sure to keep it happy, and Lazzo had made sure to use this to the fullest. Every few days, they'd have whoever was checking on the prisoners deliver a sci-fi comic to it. As much as it saw humans as stubborn and suggestible, Lazzo appreciated the naive optimism human media presented. Just now it had been reading a story about people living in underwater cities. In Lazzo's world, those places were equivalent to slums! Humans still had a sense of wonder, still had miracles yet to create, and for that Lazzo was grateful.

As Johnny approached, the silver-haired girl slunk back into her cell, back into the impenetrable darkness. As the scientist passed by its cell, Lazzo made finger guns towards him, well, the best it could do with its mitten-like hands. "Heyyyyyyy, Johnny!" the purple being said, trying to get the scientist's attention, "You get that request I made for the new Incredible Tales of Science processed?"
 
Dirk woke up a bit later than usual, "oh well" he thinks to himself as he gets up and ready. He missed his old dressing room, all of the colors instead of grey, or are they white? No, they're grey walls. He gets to the puzzles, they are quite useless due to all the trivia games he hosted, he has to memorize those facts too, you know. At least the thought was nice. Then a new thought pops into his head

"Lets, play, a, Game!"
He sighs, he missed having a large live audience to perform too, nevertheless, being able to perform was an amazing blessing in his eyes. He sits on his bed brainstorming the next game and making a list of materials needed for the game.
 
Maluon sat alone near the back of his cell. The cell was dimly lit, just enough to read and write. He sat at a desk reading a thick book about ancient warfare, a subject Maluon was very fond of. Maluon's cell had many suck books, as well as books on other subjects. The cell had other items and furniture as well, but the one thing that he had the most fondness for was a framed picture of a city, presumably the one he once called home. The city in the image is one of enormous, gleaming towers, seemingly taller than anything on earth. Maluon has mentioned the city he once called home, however, he has not spoken It's name since the last time he was there.

Maluon has been at the facility for some time now, and although he desires nothing more than to go home, his ability to feel any sort of emotions other than a slow burning hatred, and a deep, painful sadness. He also harbors an obsession with getting revenge against those who work at the facility. This is something he speaks very little about to anyone, as he is hoping that will be able to make his revenge a very nasty and torturous surprise.

After reading a few more pages, Maluon closed the book and sat it down on the desk, before staring off into space. He did this for several seconds, before returning to the book.
 

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