Wolfblaze7711
Lord Wolf
You were simply minding your own business walking back home late at night when all of a sudden two black SUVs pull out blocking your path, followed by armed police pushing you to the ground, hands behind your back, and the next thing you know is your in one of the SUV’s blindfolded and hand cuffed. Hours pass as you wait with an ever growing fear of what is to happen to you, or what you did wrong.
Finally, the SUV comes to a halt and you find yourself being dragged by stiff hard handed guards. You hear doors open then close behind you. Once the echoed sound of the door silenced it was replaced with the buzz of florescent lights from above.
The guards make you stand taking off your blindfold. You see two large masked wolves. Both looked completely identical. Dressed in armored vests and blue cameo uniforms, a single side baton and ring of keys attached to a chain attached to their belts.
One had a bag in their hands and shoved it into your chest, strong enough to knock you backward on the ground.
“Get dressed.” The other demanded. Of course you would ask why. But they always answered with “Get dressed.” With no other option you do as you are told striping down right in front of them no matter what gender you were. Inside the bag the guard gave you was an orange jumpsuit with a single number on the shoulders and back. Once dressed, they pushed you forward toward another door on the opposite side of the completely white room. They placed your clothes and other belongings down a shoot near the other door.
After the door opened it lead to a large and long hallway, which lead to another door, and another hallway, then a few more doors and hallways; to the point of being unable to remember the way out. The only sounds were from the buzzing lights above and the heavy footsteps of the guards’ boots. A thousand questions roamed through your head but you dare not ask them aloud.
Finally a change to scenery came but not as good as the one before. The white walls and floor of the hallways and doors turned to the grey, bitterly cold, concrete floor and the walls were lined with jail cells of iron bars. Your fear starts to overtake you.
You notice the yellow numbers on the floor… 102. 103. 104. 105. The list goes on and on as the cells continued down the hall. You look inside the cells seeing only a wooden slab chained to the wall forming a bed with a single sheet on it and nothing else. What is this place? You ponder over and over again in your mind.
Then you start to see others in the cells with the same orange jumpsuits as you; their numbers matching the number of the cell. A red light comes on next to one of the cells the number matches the one on your jumpsuit. The bars slide to the side and the guards shove you in. Then the bars slide to a close. One of the guards locks your cell with his keys and they both leave you exiting out of your sight down another hallway. There are others around you but they are quiet and many seem to have the same look on their face as you: clueless to what this place was or why they are here.
If you are interested in joining me in this rp let me know.
Finally, the SUV comes to a halt and you find yourself being dragged by stiff hard handed guards. You hear doors open then close behind you. Once the echoed sound of the door silenced it was replaced with the buzz of florescent lights from above.
The guards make you stand taking off your blindfold. You see two large masked wolves. Both looked completely identical. Dressed in armored vests and blue cameo uniforms, a single side baton and ring of keys attached to a chain attached to their belts.
One had a bag in their hands and shoved it into your chest, strong enough to knock you backward on the ground.
“Get dressed.” The other demanded. Of course you would ask why. But they always answered with “Get dressed.” With no other option you do as you are told striping down right in front of them no matter what gender you were. Inside the bag the guard gave you was an orange jumpsuit with a single number on the shoulders and back. Once dressed, they pushed you forward toward another door on the opposite side of the completely white room. They placed your clothes and other belongings down a shoot near the other door.
After the door opened it lead to a large and long hallway, which lead to another door, and another hallway, then a few more doors and hallways; to the point of being unable to remember the way out. The only sounds were from the buzzing lights above and the heavy footsteps of the guards’ boots. A thousand questions roamed through your head but you dare not ask them aloud.
Finally a change to scenery came but not as good as the one before. The white walls and floor of the hallways and doors turned to the grey, bitterly cold, concrete floor and the walls were lined with jail cells of iron bars. Your fear starts to overtake you.
You notice the yellow numbers on the floor… 102. 103. 104. 105. The list goes on and on as the cells continued down the hall. You look inside the cells seeing only a wooden slab chained to the wall forming a bed with a single sheet on it and nothing else. What is this place? You ponder over and over again in your mind.
Then you start to see others in the cells with the same orange jumpsuits as you; their numbers matching the number of the cell. A red light comes on next to one of the cells the number matches the one on your jumpsuit. The bars slide to the side and the guards shove you in. Then the bars slide to a close. One of the guards locks your cell with his keys and they both leave you exiting out of your sight down another hallway. There are others around you but they are quiet and many seem to have the same look on their face as you: clueless to what this place was or why they are here.
If you are interested in joining me in this rp let me know.
