Fantasy Prison for Unknown Phenomenons

[Messenger]

ZE RP HAS STARTED

 

[Messenger]

Kanade stares at the blank wall, waiting until she could go outside, sometimes she could sneak a peek of the outside world before the guards noticed her. The cell door opening "Time to go outside." She stood up and started to walk outside with some of the staff following on either side of her. Then ending up outside where some if not all the guards were border- patroling to make sure none of them end up jumping off the wall and escaping. Actually maybe around half if there was still tests and people in their cells once she starting thinking about it.

 

[chamomile]

Tanith was knocking lightly on the plastic floor of her cell. It was clean, empty, peaceful, inhabited by one of the most dangerous person in this research facility. The door slid open, indicating it was time for her to continue her daily routine: tests and emotion checks before breakfast. Tanith wasn't allowed to go outside to see the earth and breath the fresh open air, like a little girl. It's been four years since she have seen actual earth, dirt and sand. She walked outside alone, no one escorting as they knew her capabilities and now she was aware that they were aiming tranquilizer darts if she tried anything at all. An end to the pathway was met with a door that slid open as well. She sat down on the chair she always sat down on, her face expressionless and her body motionless, waiting for her usual scientist: Dr. Cole.


@WaffleDog?

 

[WaffleDog]

Cole was everything but prepared for the morning checks. He acquired alot of files about the prison and its inhabitants yesterday, which he studied all night. No matter how hard he tried to finish it, he fell asleep at about 3 a.m. and he would probably continue sleep, if it wasn't for a noisy morning outside his office. As he came back to sense and slowly lifted his head from a desk, he heard a sound of sliding doors from the waiting room. His eyes were examinating every aspect of the office, from a half empty bookcase on his right; red couch infront of a 32" TV with Playstation console on his left; a casual, knobbed door with a small basket glued on the top of it, and a chair infront of him; to his desk with few files scattered around it, small cactus plant on the right corner and a small framed picture of him and his girlfriend at the fun park.


"Well, time for work..." Cole picked up the files from his desk and put them into the drawer with other files.


After he tidied up his office into a habitable condition, Cole opened the door and took a peak into the waiting room. He saw an atractive young woman, just bluntly sitting on one of the few chairs in waiting room. "Oh, hello there." Cole smiled warmly at Tanith and moved a step back into his office, holding the door open for her. "Please come in."

 

[Rari]

*Step* *Step* *Step*


Six's sensitive ears hear the sound of about half a dozen security guards walking down the hallway. A small smile comes to his face, as he pulls against the carbon steel bindings holding him in in the center of his small, furniture-less, room. Besides the bindings on his limbs, he also has, for lack of a better word, steel blocks covering his hands, as well as weights on his legs. Six has been quarantined off into a separate hallway than the other prisoners for many years now, so whenever he hears footsteps they are undoubtedly for him. Great thing is, this many pairs of footsteps means that he's being let out of his room for something...


"Oh... Perhaps it's time for a little sun... Or maybe breakfast... Or is it torture again...", Six smiles, just slightly. His razor sharp canine teeth peeking out of the corner of his mouth. "... It's been quite some time... I'd figured they'd forgotten about little old harmless me...", the staff has been extra strict on Six for the last couple months, in the aftermath of his latest escape attempt; which had almost worked, except he wasn't quick enough to kill one of the newbie prison guards before they'd sounded the alarm, resulting in him being recovered again. For the last two or so months he's been strictly confined to his room, chained up completely except once to eat, and twice a day to use the bathroom. As they near the door, Six catches his first whiff of their scents. With the heavy sound of boots on steel, the half-dozen guards stop in front of Six's door.


Not even waiting for them to open the door Six calls out, "Hello William, Isaac, Michael, Joshua, Leo, and Damien. What brings all six of you to my humble abode...?"

 

[chamomile]

The door opened and Dr. Cole ushered her to come in. Tanith cocked her head to her left before standing, walking towards the door, fixing her dangling sleeve along the way. The 17-year-old was neutral. The four years she spent doing the same thing everyday was making a permanent effect of depression, and maybe even anger. Today, nothing has changed in her point of view of the world, maybe a little rebellious but she'd be worried to show. She stepped into his office, offering him a smile with her eyes before standing and looking around. *No metals. How typical* she mused a partial true statement to herself. She sat on the chair, awaiting her test, looking straight ahead.


@WaffleDog

 

[WaffleDog]

"My name's Cole by the way." Cole mumbled for himself as Tanith passed by him and slowly returned back to his chair. "You have alot of regulations here." He sat down, leaned his elbows over the desk and pointed with his thumb at the cactus plant in the corner. "It was pretty hard to get my cactus here. I was warned several times not to get any source of soil near you, but still..." Cole pushed the small plant towards Tanith, with a smiling sleepy face. "...I'm too curious and tired to care." As soon as Cole was done talking, he started searching dwarves of his desk, not minding Tanith for a moment. "Well, anyway..." Cole turned his attention back at Tanith "...I have only one simple test for you. I'm going to say a word. I want you to say the first thing that comes to mind." Cole paused before he continued. "Dog."

 

[chamomile]

*I know your name, whatever* Tanith spoke in her head as Cole closed the door and sat on his desk, commenting how dangerous Tanith was according to his multiple warnings. *That is a serious warning you know?* Tanith gave him a warning of her own although she knows perfectly well that he couldn't hear her. *A simple task? Simple* Tanith mused normally, stifling any movements of her eyes. As soon as Cole spoke "Dog", she did as she was told. "Death" she said curtly without a moment's hesitation.

 

[Rari]

Michael and Leo are the first ones to enter the room. The two are men of medium height, and Six believes the ages to be 30 and 25 respectively. Despite Six's friendly enough greeting, the two have on their faces a look of stoicism... But behind their eyes twinkle just the faintest bit of loathing, and fear.


"Six, you've been authorized to resume your normal schedule. We've been informed to warn you that should you attempt to escape again, the matter of discipline will be handed over to the scientists to handle.", Michael says blankly, obviously portraying the fact that he doesn't want to be anywhere near Six. Leo stays quiet, assuming his usual place to the right of the door, and behind the two the other four guards file in


In response Six laughs a little to himself, his eyes looking from each of the six guards now in his room. "Oh? I have? Lovely. It's been a while since I've seen the sun...", as Six laughs all of the guards, save for Michael, shiver slightly to themselves. "So, where are we off to now?"

 

[WaffleDog]

Cole remained neutral look, when he heard Tanith's answer, slightly leaning closer to her. "War" He suddenly spoke and waited for response. After he heard the answer, without hesitation he spoke another word, "Trust" and again waited for response. The same routine repeated for three other words: "Stone", "Night" and "Love". In the end, Cole remained silent for a moment, like if he was thinking about the words Tanith spoke. "Well, that's about it." Cole stood up and strided towards the door to open it. "Thanks for your time, you are free to go." Before she went out of Cole's office, Cole spoke to her once again. "Oh, and doctor Brynofulsen, furson, or whatever his surname is, wanted you to visit him. Don't know what for."


@GiannaCoco, @AbraxasNine

 

[Archangel]

Shiro Moreno

~ And ~

Nico Alvarez

Darkness was all Shiro could see. Not a single spot of light was able to shine through the thick, black cloth tied over his eyes. But, he was used to it. It was like this practically 24/7.

He sighed loudly as he fiddled with the cold metal of the cuffs over his wrists, designed to prevent him from removing said blindfold as he leant against the back wall of his cell. He was bored. Very, very bored. Life becomes rather dull rather quickly when you can't see a damn thing.

He eventually decided to get up to do the rounds of pacing his cell, something he did so often he knew it like the back of his hand, despite not being able to see it. All the cracks and fissures, that one stone tile that juts up far enough so that you stub your toe on it, the worn rug, the rickety chair with one leg shorter than the other, the cobwebs which he found the hard way... Yep, he knew it all. But he slowed to a stop, back to the door as he heard all too familiar footsteps coming dowh the hall towards his cell. He recognised them almost immediately.

"How kind of you to drop by, Nico."

"Aww, how did you know it was me?" Nico replied in mock disappointment as he stopped in front of the door, resting his elbows on the bars.

"You reek so badly I could smell you a mile away." If he could, he would've crossed his arms at that point, but the cuffs made that a little difficult.

Nico actually burst out laughing at his attempted insult. It was a lie and he knew it. If Shiro was being completely honest, he actually smelt really good... But he would never admit it. He would never give Nico the satisfaction.

"Oh, you wound me, you know. I cry at night because of you." Nico said after he recovered from his laughter, in his all too familiar sarcastic voice. "..You know, Shiro, I was planning on letting you out to go outside for a change, but I think I've changed my mind."

"Wait, what?" he replied in shock, turning and stumbling over to the bars as he heard Nico take a step back. "Oh, no no no no no! You can't do this!"

"Honey, I can do whatever I want." he smirked, taking another step before turning and beginning to walk away.

"Wait a minute! Come back!"

"Ciao!" he called casually over his shoulder, his footsteps receding around the corner until they faded away entirely.

He swore. Loudly. That little bastard...

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Nico swept out of the small, nondescript room with the air of magnificence as he kicked the door shut behind him. He was, after all, carrying cake. Therefore he was far superior to everyone else. Nobody in the facility knew where he kept this seemingly infinite stash; they had looked, certainly, even in the room he had just left, but they couldn't find so much as a crumb. So, they just let him carry on with it. The location of his cake was a secret that Nico would carry until his grave, and potentially beyond that.

He sighed happily, eyes closing in bliss as he took a forkful of the moist, sweet, chocolate gateau, a thick layer of cream in the middle dotted with dark cherries. Another swirl of cream sat on top, crowned by another entire cherry, stalk included. If that piece of cake wasn't the very picture of heaven, then nothing else was.

As Nico walked, or rather, waltzed down the corridor, he came across a certain scientist and an experiment, seemingly finishing up on a test. He was one of the newer ones, if he remembered correctly...

He unabashedly winked at the girl leaving the room as he slipped past her, coming to lean on the door frame, confidence and cockiness in his very posture. The cake had put him in a good mood.

"So, Cole, was it?" he asked, not waiting for an answer as he knew he was right. "The name's Nico, Nico Alvarez, but just call me Alvarez. So, down to business, has there been an update on the experiment by the name of Shiro Moreno? And you know, she should probably have someone with her. It's not exactly allowed to have them running around free on their own."

He jerked his fork at Tanith behind him as he spoke, not turning towards her.

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(@GiannaCoco and

@WaffleDog!)
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[Yanipurr]

How many days has it been Yumi didn't even know any more, taking a look around her room looking at the marks on the wall one for every year with a grand total of eight, it was the only way she could remember how long she had bee here for eight years or better yet 2921 days or to make it sound even longer 70126 hours. She heard a creaking noise as he 'room' well cell as that what it was door opened and they was some staff waiting as either side of the door, not leaving and instead pulling out a screwdriver one that she is only allowed to use under the supervision of staff, she began to mess about with her arm the robotic one that is as it was feeling harder to move than usual she she needed to fix it.

 

[chamomile]

Tanith answered each word with a word of her own. "Ares" she replied to "war". "Non-existent" "Strong" "Dark" "Hate" she spoke one by one coolly but hissed at the word Hate. After Cole had dismissed her, she stood and spun nicely on her heel, addressing him. "Brynólfursson" she corrected him before walking out, seeing him. The most hated person by all the prisoners, Nico. She twirled to face him. "I, am not running free....Coco" she said, knowing the nickname would torture him.

 

[Rari]

Leo, surprisingly, is the one to answer my question "Doctor Vojas wants to evaluate your psyche."


"Vojas...? .... Oh! You mean Cole. Really?", Six pulls against his restraints in a intentional gesture of what should be excitement. All six guards tense up and reach for their nightsticks, but upon seeing he isn't free calms down a bit. "Hmm... Well, I suppose greeting the new scientist is in order. Three days is long enough to wait before showing him the scientist's universal guinea pig.", his last words are empty, as they usually are, but they definitely display his hatred for the scientists.


Joshua, one of the more lenient of the group, makes a subtle comment as he and the other guards converge on Six to change his bindings to their mobile version. "It's surprising though Six, you've been locked up in this cell for the past two months, yet you already know about the new scientist. Makes us wonder how."


They pull off the routine, yet considered extremely dangerous since Six is the subject, procedure without a flaw. They undo the bindings holding his limbs in the center of the room, afterwards binding his arms behind his back with carbon steel forearm bracelets before replacing the steel blocks on his hands, then they attach the bracelets to a carbon steel shock collar they place around his neck. They then fit a lead restraint jacket around his entire upper-body, effectively preventing any of the slight arm movement he could make with the bindings on. After that they triple the weights on his legs, and shackle them together so that he can barely take a step forward; then they do the most annoying thing of the whole ordeal for Six... they muzzle him. From start to finish the six men complete the process in a record time of ten seconds.





"Haven't you learned by now Joshua?", Six replies, talking since his muzzle just prevents him from biting, "I know the names of every person in this place... I always have.", Six is prodded in the back by Michael, who is carrying a rifle loaded with tranquilizer darts. Taking that as his cue, Six begins slowly walking forward with Leo, and Isaac in front, while Michael, Joshua, William and Damien follow behind them.


They proceed through the facility at a moderate pace, given Six's restraints, and after a few minutes they turn onto the hall bearing Dr. Vojas' room. He'd been smelling the scent for a little bit already, but the moment they turn on the hall Six is assaulted by the distinct scent of cake. As they continue down the hall, Six catches his first glimpse of the perpetrator behind the scent. And beside him is a girl, who is standing towards him in a hostile posture. As they come even closer to the door, Six calls out to them.





"Nutella (Referencing Nico), I've been out of my cell for less than a hour, and already I see Tanith is angry at you. Just no luck with the ladies I see.", after saying his greeting, Six and the rest of his escort walk straight up to the group. Six wonders how they will respond, given the fact that the one other time Six has met Nico was during his last escape attempt, and he's also never directly interacted with Tanith before.


"Morning Alvarez, are you in the middle of talking with Dr. Vojas? His next appointment is here." Michael says, giving Alvarez a friendly nod of his head.


(The Doc seems to be a very popular person. And after only 3 days too!)

(@GiannaCoco )

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[AbraxasNine]

Alexander Brynólfursson

- @GiannaCoco , @Archangel -​

It was quiet, a room so plain one can describe it's atmosphere as colorless. Despite two years passing, not a single personality took to the room, no personal items to catch ones attention. All that one could take note of was the files strewn across the tables, and Alexander hovering above them. Aquamarine eyes, moving so slowly, carefully looked over the papers. A thousand times, he must have read, but still he searched through them, engraving the words into his mind. This was perhaps the most natural state for the individual, one that probably confused many others. Notes were never physically taken, however, it could be assumed that mentally, they were stored.


Parting from the files, Alexander crossed the room, opening the white box residing beside the door and on the wall. "Brynólfursson requesting escorts, please prepare both, Shiro Moreno and Six, and take them to Lab 12. Also requesting preparations in Observation Room 19, for later use with Kanade Oniha." He spoke into the box, knowing that some might question the reasoning behind dragging two at random into a single lab. Truth being, Alexander was perhaps becoming desperate with his research. Instead he was met with a different response, "Six? Yeah, he has already been scheduled over to Dr. Vojas" A sigh escaped his lips as his head met the wall. What more could he have expected whilst straying from the schedules. "However Tanith has just been released. As for Shiro, should we still take him to the lab?"


"Disregard the lab, please bring Shiro and Tanith, if feeling cooperative, both to my office directly." It was a combination he had not desired, however it was two individuals he needed. Leaving the box after confirmation had been made, Alex made way back to the tables, resuming his peculiar method of examination until further company could be made.

 

[chamomile]

A voice was spoken behind her and she glanced before fully giving her back at Nico. "Ah, the escapee. You never seem to have given up trying haven't you?" Tanith looked over to the man, unsurprised that he was in a full sets of restraints. She had heard of him countless of times trying to just escape this facility which they all have been held prisoner. She fixed her sleeve again, not annoyed that it constantly hangs loosely, exposing her shoulders when a face greeted her.


"He requests your presence in his office" the man said and Tanith resisted herself to arch a brow. "Do you mean...Brynólfursson?" Tanith asked and the guard gave her a dirty look which she returned with a gaze, amused that she was one of the few individuals who could fluently pronounce his name without hesitation. "Yes" he replied curtly. "I will be going there now then" she said and when he approached to escort her, she hissed, "I know the way" giving him a glare before continue to stride barefoot to his office.


Her steps didn't make a sound, and she liked that about herself, careful and cunning. Her brown eyes, despite the warmness they give, was seen frozen, cold and expressionless. Arriving at a door, she looked at it. It was a nice door. A nice weak door. A nice weak door that she could break. She could kick it down but decide against it, feeling the excitment taken away from her, knocking lightly.

 

[WaffleDog]

Cole was silent, like if he wasn't paying any attention to the happening before his eyes. Fleeting smirk appeared on his face, as he found Tanith's cheeky comment amusing. "Mister Alvarez,..." Cole answered Nico's query, with a professional yet cynical tone. "it warms my heart to see a guard of your reputation, to show a honest concern for others. Still, as you surely know, any information about the reasearch is restricted and only accessible only to authorized staff of this facility, not including you or any other guard." Cole took a short pause before continuing. "Now if you excuse me, my next patient should be arriving soon." Again, Cole took a small pause before continuing and smiled at Nico warmly. "Have a pleasant day."


Shortly after Cole professionally dismissed Nico, his next subject of intrest had arrived. Vali Kita, also known as prisoner six, dressed in a mobile version of his cell and ironicaly accompanied with six guards. Cole raised his left eyebrow upon the view. He knew from the files that Six was very dangerous person, but still, it was quite unusual for Cole to see someone like this. Six looked like a magician, who is just about to perform his great escape trick. Still, no magician have made so many casualities, while trying to escape.


Yet another short smirk appeared on Cole's face, when he heard Six's cheeky comment. "Morning gentlemen." Cole greeted the group from the door. "It is very nice of you, that you have dressed mister Kita so warmly. There is a problem though, as I need him to have his hands free for the testing. And you'll also have to wait here, so we won't get disturbed."

 

[Rari]

Upon hearing Tanith's comment towards him, Six puts on a unseen smile and responds "Ah, well, it's not so much a matter of giving up, it's that I just keep trying..." She'd already begun walking away by the time he began to talk, so he's unsure whether she's heard him or not, "... Though..." Six whispers to himself, "... It is interesting that another prisoner didn't run away at the sight of me...", with a small shrug of his shoulders, resulting in a great amount of noise, Six turns towards Dr. Vojas, who is now standing in the doorway of his office. "...This man is very odd... or just plain stupid..." , Six thinks quietly to himself, look at the doctor with eyes resembling the cautiousness of a wild animal examining potential prey. The first thing that struck Six's attention was the fact that he'd called him by his actual name, which no one does in this place anymore. The second, the fact that he'd intentionally asked for Six's restraints to be removed; something that the staff in this place widely consider a potential death sentence depending on Six's mood.


"Doctor Vojas," Michael begins, him in just as much disbelief as the rest of Six's guard, "I don't believe you're quite grasping how dangerous it would be to leave you in the same room with Six, let alone also remove his restraints... I believe it's in your best well-being to leave Six as he is..."

@WaffleDog
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[AbraxasNine]

Alexander Brynólfursson

- @GiannaCoco -

(Sorry for the wait... Forgot it was Easter)
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Once more looking over the files, his eyes came to meet a moment where they glistened. The times were frustrating to the young Alexander, his goal seemingly only becoming more distant. Every moments passing felt as if another step were being built on the stairs before him. But yet, his goal, no one could understand. No matter, he alone would one day traverse those steps and further the world of science for his own selfish greed.


A light knock echoed within the room, pulling Alexander's attention away from the thoughts. Only taking one more glance at the papers before him, would he turn to proceed to the door. Upon opening, the individual on the other side appeared to be a lone Tanith, not a single escort within his sight. " Do come in," an anxious chuckle masked the words as he stood aside for the girl, mostly due to lax nature of the escorts for letting such an event transpire. Closing the door behind the new company, he then proceeded casually over to the table. "I apologize for pulling you with such short notice. But do know, there are to be no tests or examinations as of this moment."


Rather than returning once more to the papers he was so absorbed, he instead took up a folder at the edge. " You may, very well call me a fool. At this moment, I request you do not hold your tongue.." Tanith, a subject that has not seen the outside for practically four years. Deemed too dangerous to be allowed near such elements due to her nature of gift. Surely, this itself would perhaps be torture, and ensue distrust. " I am in attempt to receive permission to not only take you out there, but to allow full use of your gift. In a confined area of course, and only under my supervision, seeing as true freedom can not exist for you as of yet.." Perhaps it was an idea spawned from desperation, but there was no other option. Everything had to move, there had to be progress so he could take a step.


" Here," he spoke, handing over the folder. " Inside is the paperwork, which will hopefully allow this. However, it also entails that an armed squad will be present during these exercises. As well, a chip will have to be planted." Why was it he desired to give her the choice? No, it was because he needed this to be her choice. " The chip will be permanent," he continued, " which means you will be watched for the rest of your life.. Even if one day you are to escape, or leave this place by any means." Perhaps this was torture, making the request that an individual sell away what chance of freedom they do have for such a fabricated illusion.


Resting against the table, feeling even his own will being crushed as he placed a bet, he continued even further. " I wish for your permission to send that paperwork in." Four years... Just how much anger could she hold to those who have imprisoned her, how much pain must she be going through? How hard did she try to fight? " Just know, if the paperwork is sent in, and it is approved, tests may become more painful. I need to find what reaching your gift's limits will do to your body." A greedy, selfish request that had to be done.

 

[Archangel]

Shiro Moreno

Nothing. Not a single sound outside his cell that signified any other form of life. Shiro paced back and forth with a kind of furious energy, his temper still not quite cooled. The cuffs jingled merrily as he tugged against them, in vain, he knew, but just a way to let off steam. He was already planning up more beautiful, complicated yet inevitably futile plans for his next escape. He had never been one to sit idly and obey the rules like a good experiment, and that wasn't changing today, but for him to get out, he needed his eyesight and an opening. As soon as I get this damn blindfold off I will find that accursed cake addict and put him under an illusion so terrifying it breaks his very mind!

He knew that he would never be able to carry it out, though. It was an empty threat. He wasn't in the least bit cruel enough to go as far as that; he would make him pay, yes, maybe even go as far as to take some of his cake, but never that far. It felt good thinking about it though.

He froze when he heard footsteps coming down the hall towards his cell. He counted around five- no, six guards, none of which he recognised by sound.

Having your vision disabled for such a long time leads to one's other senses being somewhat enhanced; you wouldn't normally be able to recognise people by their step rhythm, but after hearing them for so long it started to sink in. He didn't recongise a single one.

He turned as the key turned noisily in the lock. There was a slight pause, and another lock was opened. Oh yes; they had added a second lock to the door, one which required an entirely different key. A bolt was slid across with a dull screeching sound, and the door was opened. Footsteps came closer to him, and before he could pull away, a firm hand grasped him by the arm and pulled him out of the cell, despite his protests at the rough treatment.

"Hold on a second! Whaddya think you're doing? This isn't the normal time for the tests!" he snapped in their general direction as a second guard took his other arm, practically dragging him down the corridor.

"Where the f!ck are you taking me?!" Shiro hissed, making life as difficult as possible for them by twisting and pulling, dragging his heels on the floor, before one of the guards had enough and hit him over the back of the head.

"That's enough." whoever-they-were commanded in a sharp, blunt tone. Shiro was dazed for a few moments, feeling like the floor was rocking like a boat, the plain, overwhelming darkness that was his entire vision just adding to the nausea. "Brynólfursson has requested you in his office immediately."

Brunolflurwhat? Oh yes. Him. What could he possibly want?

He suddenly got an inexplicable feeling that he didn't recognise his surroundings any more, that he was in a part of the lab that he had never been in before. His skin became prickly, tension building up in his body. He didn't know what was in front of him any more, whether he was about to walk into a wall or fall in a pit that suddenly opened up in the floor for no reason, he didn't know. But they unexpectedly came to a stop, one of the guards taking a step forwards and rapping his knuckles sharply on what Shiro assumed was a door. Voices inside...?

Without waiting for a reply, one of them opened the door and pushed him inside, letting him stumble over his own feet at the unexpected movement.

"Let go of me!" he hissed at the lone guard still gripping his arm, who unsurprisingly ignored him. However, his attention was suddenly distracted by the room he had just entered. There wasn't a distinctive smell. It was cold, but not something necessarily in temperature. It felt kind of empty, even though it wasn't. It lacked something he just couldn't put a finger on. There were two people in the room. One he knew, the scientist, the other he vaguely recognised but couldn't put a name to. He got a feminine feel off of them.

But otherwise he couldn't get anything else off of this room; you usually got a feeling, like whether it was small and oppressive or wide and airy, well lived in or neglected, but there was nothing. To anyone watching, it was almost like he was looking around, but the blindfold was enough to prevent him from actually looking. He was smelling, hearing, feeling the atmosphere, not looking, but almost sensing. And it was almost like he had stepped into a void.

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(@GiannaCoco ~)

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[Messenger]

Your time is up Kanade, one of the guards outside said with a suit that could heat itself up to match the cold outside. As much as they trusted her not to go away they were not without protection. As she was walking along the hallways to her cell, it was not much just a medium sized padded room made out of heat conductors from below, even if she did use her powers anywhere it world quickly turn from ice to gas making her fall through the cell probably falling about 15 stories. That did not mean she wouldn't use them in her cell as she could simply use ice as a ball throwing it at the wall and pick up the pieces reforming them to pass the time.


Kanade was playing her weird games of 'Winter Wonderland.' as she jumped across pad to pad trying not to step on the cracks as she was continually observed by the staff through the mulitple cameras around the room, she slipped on one. The pain not exactly there ever since she came in this place. She weirdly missed that feeling as she starts again as to not stepping on the cracks.

 

[Messenger]

(Bill is no longer with us he has dropped out)

 

[rapjack123]

Outbreak slowly opened his eyes. His feet dragged on the floor. Where was he? Outbreak shook his head. "Uh.." he murmured, his head still feeling dizzy. He tried to move but couldn't. Outbreak looked down, realizing that he was being restrained in a strait jacket. There was a leather mask strapped over his mouth with tiny holes to allow him to be heard if he spoke. "Where am I...?" He muttered. There was no answer. He looked and saw several guards with gas masks carrying and escorting him. Outbreak looked forward, his eyes feeling heavy. Suddenly, they grew wide, a flash of insanity in them, and he struggled monstrously to break free of his restraints but the guards held him firmly. "Just keep walking," one guard said. They continued to move him through the hallways of the prison. "You little f---s... you really think you'll keep me here?" Outbreak said, laughing eerily. His virus particles buzzed angrily in the air, searching for even the slightest opening, but found none. These guards were well armed. They continued walking in silence. "What's with the mask.." he said, in a voice that was overly pleasant. "Don't think we're going to fall for that.. you've bitten several guards to draw blood before, and killed them as a result. We are taking every measure to make sure you can't do anything," one guard told him. Outbreak cackled. "Which ones? I've killed so many," he said, smiling widely, even though his mask covered it. "Just keep quiet and face forward," the guard told him. "Aw c'mon you guys aren't fun to talk with. What are you gonna do just dump me in my cell and just leave me to rot? How anti-climatic..." Outbreak said, in a dramatic tone. "No... we are taking you to meet someone," the guard told him, arriving at Cole's office. "Ooh.. new friends.. I like the way you think!" Outbreak said, cackling lightly. The guard stepped forward and knocked on the door, though opening it in the process. The guard other people in the room but ignored them. "Mr. Cole... I believe we have a special someone that'll be quite the addition to the prisoners we have here. The guard dropped files on his desk. @WaffleDog

 

[Rari]

"Somebody... Unpleasant is coming...", as he and his six guards await Dr. Vojas' response, Six secretly hoping that Vojas would give the green light for Michael to remove his restraints, Six sniffs at the air upon smelling a unpleasant scent. A scent so heavy that Six had thought he was the only one in the prison covered in it... Death. The smell is metaphorical of course, but down the hall Six smells several distinct scents; in addition of hearing several sets of footsteps. 99% of the prisoners in the facility are usually escorted by less than five guards at any one given moment unless otherwise requested by a attending scientist, the other 1% are those labeled 'Extremely Dangerous' and are escorted by a determined amount of guards to successfully contain them; currently Six is the only one labeled as such. So, the only explanation of so many guards coming down the hallway at once is that they are escorting a new 'Extremely Dangerous' prisoner... "... How interesting...", Six smiles underneath his muzzle, his unseen razor sharp canines peeking out of his mouth in a manner reminiscent of a vampire from some modern horror-flick, "It's been so very long since another psychopath has come to play...", a minute passes before the faceless footsteps round the corner of the hallway.


Being escorted down the hallway, surrounded by several guards wearing gas masks, is another prisoner; muzzled and restricted by a straight jacket as well.


"Ha-ha-ha.", Six laughs slightly to himself, causing all of his guards to tense up and look down the hallway to find what's caused Six to suddenly laugh, "I'd put on the gas masks I know all of you carry, boys... Ha-ha-ha-ha, seems like a new prisoner has come to play... Odd. And here I was thinking I was the only one scheduled for our appointment.", Six turns his head briefly towards Dr. Vojas while his guards all don their gas masks, then speaks his next sentence in a singsong Irish accent, "Seeems like you'rrre a noo goood cheeeateeeer.", as the other prisoner, and his guards, near Vojas' office Six calls out to the prisoner while maintaining his accent, "Hello there, the fact I cannot recall your name means that you're a very, very, very new arrival here.", Six leans towards the approaching prisoner slightly, causing his restraints to rattle loudly, "You're almost as dressed up as I am... Did you steal candy from a little one as well?", the other prisoner is now just a few yards away from Six, the two prisoner's guards exchange brief pleasantries. Six makes eye contact with the other prisoner for the first time, and he sees the obvious mark of insanity in his eyes. "Fun idea, but the guidance counselors here frown upon the campers doing such things."





@WaffleDog @rapjack123


(There might be a long wait mate, no one's really replied in about a week now.)

 

[rapjack123]

Outbreak looks up at the sound of a prisoner's voice. "Come to play?" Outbreak said. He chuckled at first, then laughed loudly. "Of course! Death is so much fun!" Outbreak said, his eye widened maniacally. His eyes Then Dashed to glare at a soldier who failed to put his mask on in time. "TOO LATE!" Outbreak cried out, the soldier suddenly staggered, writhing in pain. He looked up, blood coming out of his eyes, nose, mouth,and ears. He yelled out as he fell to the floor. Suddenly, he stopped and simply laid there... alive. Outbreak chuckled. A guard held a gun to his head. "Ah, I see you guys are much quicker than I imagined... thank your friends for keeping you alive.." Outbreak mocked. The soldier that was lying on the floor slowly put on his mask. "I'm afraid that won't work for the next hour or so," Outbreak said, laughing. "You're already infected..." he said, "and I won't go away for the next several hours, hehe..." he taunted. Outbreak then looked at the other prisoner who was also restrained. "Oi..I'll assume you're just as dangerous as I am.. how'd you get brought into this hellhole?" Outbreak said, simply to make some conversation. @Rari


(Got it :/hopefully this rp hasn't died out)