Fantasy Thesta Penitentiary for the Wicked

[Zenpai]

Alasdair rolls his eyes as the two start doing... that on the the floor. He sighs with annoyance at the sound of a lockdown. Idiots.

Sith backs away as the man and the snake woman make some twisted form of love. She gets far away from them before laying down on the floor.

 

[KAmber]

Tapping his foot impatiently, Harebourg shuffles his cards- still hadn't retrieved the ace- while his eye flew around his head and whistling "In the Hall of the Mountain King."
Lockdowns sure were boring.

 

[Flowiest D]

Three actual guards, manly men, smart men, sexy men..
Mitch, zack, and brock. Mitch had assembled a fire hose with ice cold water, he sprayed cahone down,
Zack had a taser, he tased cahone then Zorra.
Brock walked Past the marble man, KAmber ”you suck dude, honestly.. how do you have a job here?” He asked with venom.

Brock quickly used his power, and telekinetically ripped cahone from Zorra. Carrying the two out with the help of zack and Mitch.
Every other guard clapped at the teamwork and bravery. Surely Mitch Zack and Brock were heroes, deserving of praise.
No matter what the go, the three men always do their jobs, to the letter.
They were the ideal guards, only under the age of thirty all of them. But their amazing qualities despite being human and weak mortals.
Probably the most impressive thing about the three.
It’s also rumoured all three are married to models

 

[KAmber]

Harebourg rolled his one eye. "Because I can handle being torched by that devil you're cleaning up the mess of. Your real question is, why do I not get my hands dirty."

"It's because there's nobody that can do what I do, but a million can do your job. I do what can't be done, and leave it at that."

"What time is it?" He turned and walked through the wall, looking for a clock.

 

[Dana Zane]

A convoy of military humvees rumbling on the dirt road to Thesta Penitentiary prison as in the middle of convoy was a armored truck most used to transport money but inside was the infamous witch, Calamitas. As four guards around her either pointing a rifle at her or shaking with fear of what she might do to them. Calamitas was looking at the chains that is attach to the collar on her as she then diverted her attention to one of the scared guards as his rifle was wildly shaking around. Calamitas soon smiled deviously "Boo!" She said loudly as she moved her hands with a instant jerk causing the scared guard to jump and begin to fumble around a his gun until he soon got his grip on the rifle as Calamitas was laughing at the scared guard. "You know, she can't do much with that collar on her. Fucking wuss." One of guards said as the truck stopped as Calamitas stop laughing as the armored truck's back door open to the prison "So this is the shithole I'm being placed in..." she said as she soon gets pulled out of the truck by the chains as the four guards soon followed behind her with their rifles pointed her. As she continue to be escorted to her jail cell.
Lilith was still poking her food as the lockdown has been finally lifted. A hazmat guard soon walked up to her "Ms Lilith we got a report from a police integration that the project that was put on you was sabotaged" the guard said as Lilith just raised a eyebrow at the hazmat guard "Also before you get your stuff and leave I was wond-" the guard was interrupted as Calamitas was behind the doors to the exit of cafeteria "You know I CAN FUCKING WALK FOR MYSELF!!" She yelled as the guards soon sighed and undo the chains on the collar during the time Lilith soon stood up as her wings on the back started to move. The redness where she can see glow dark red and charged at the witch with pure hatred

"Calamitas!! Die you fucking hag!!"​

Calamitas turned to where her named was screamed out, she was now looking at the furious Lilith. She soon open the door to cafeteria and slugged Lilith when she got closer in the gut with a powerful punch causing her to be sent into the wall across the cafeteria. "Don't you dare call me by my name you filthy living plague!" She yelled out. The hazmat guard soon ran to check on Lilith if she is fine while the guards around Calamitas pointed the rifle barrels against her "Don't make another move unless you want to be Swiss cheese..." one of the guards said as they begin to aggressively push her towards her cell.

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[KasperXIII]

|:| Warden Edward Brookes |:|

For a moment, the warden, in the sanctuary of his office, worried that the prolonged moment of stagnation towards the behavior of Zorra and Cahone would be seen as a point of weakness, and that they would be left to their own devices. Where were the highly-trained guards he'd hired? Did they already pay them off to do next to nothing? At least the remainder of inmates were already either abiding by protocol or simply too confused to do anything dangerous. He clenched a cold fist, slowly turning light blue from the change in temperature in his hand, out of his control due to his own anger. The guards were going to have to be reprimanded later, briefed that such behavior would be unacceptable from this point forward. If only he could inject Cahone with the drug he'd usually have in the wristbands, but alas, he'd burned it clean off. He'd have to develop a new one that would resist heat more easily and not simply burn off. That would be bad news for the press to hear that all it takes to breech this prison was to get the wristbands too hot.

Part of him wanted to break the lock on the door and head down there himself, therefore exposing his powers and his dark secret...

But fortunately, that wouldn't be necessary. Finally, three guards got to work and stepped up their game. Mitch, Zack, Brock. The couple were separated from their moment of bliss, and the situation had seemed to be neutralize. It was still strange that lockdown had been called for that reason, but when thinking about it, Edward realized it might've been necessary. This could've easily been a cleverly-planned ruse to distract the guards and for some other inmate to facilitate an escape. it was all a part of maintaining the prison's reputation to take measures like this, even if they were seemingly extreme. Also a good exercise for the newcomers to get a feel for things, that they weren't messing around, that no offense would go unpunished. And perhaps hauling Zorra and Cahone off in the midst of breakfast, even if they weren't going to the SHU, would be a show of force to emphasize further that insubordination had a price to pay. If only he could've shown this by the drugging process, but show of force from guards could also work just as effectively. Moments like this made him wish that Val were around this early in the AM; he knew for a fact she wouldn't have let the situation advance to the point of a lockdown being necessary.

The offenders were hauled away appropriately, but the guards had no orders as to where they were going. Knowing Cahone well enough, he knew where he'd be sent off to. Zorra, however, he had other plans for. His icy fist slowly warmed back to his average body temperature and its color was restored to normal. The wrinkles across his face slowly softened up as he was no longer tense, but rather relieved that his didn't have to go any further, and he didn't accidentally erupt in an outburst that could lead to his death. He took the intercom microphone back inot his hands, now contemplating his next move. Announce their punishments for the entire prison to hear? Or send the message off to the guards themselves? As much as keeping this situation controlled and under wraps would be cleaner, since he was showing how forceful he could be, the message might just come off more powerful if he announces the punishment for all to hear.

"Inmate Pyrite is to be sent to the ice bath until my say-so. Inmate Maldavo is to be taken to the SHU. I would like a word with each individually about their continued stay in this prison." He pause as the trio of guards split to take care of their duties: Zack and Mitch taking Cahone to the ice bath, Brock handling Zorra to solitary. Odds are, her stay wouldn't be too long, probably until later the same day, but again, this would be a mere show of force to simply say 'no fucking around'. "As for the rest of you, let this be a little warning to say that nobody is special around here. You are all here because you've broken the law, and if you are to be hauled about like animals to face punishment, then that is what we shall do. Behavior as such today will not be tolerated, and punishment will be swift and hard. Consider this a warning shot as your next lockdown will not be so pleasant... Your work shifts will begin in thirty minutes. Because of the behavior of your friends, you've lost half an hour of your hour-long breakfast time. And guards... there will be consequences for the lazy behavior of some of you. That shall be discussed later, after hours...."

Not much left to say, so the warden cleared his throat before tapping the button to speak one last time... "Dismissed." With those words, he reached beneath is desk, a series of buttons laid out in a horizontal row. Without even looking, he instinctively tapped the red one to the far right. In an instant, cracking noises from the door to his office could be heard, unlocking the entrance, and the blast shields on his window taken down. Lockdown was off, but he still had to give hell to those who'd caused it. He slammed his hands against the desk to stand up, pushing the chair back, and marched towards the door. He could take his time, considering that the offending inmates weren't in their punishment chambers just yet.

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|:| Jasper Bent |:|

Though on his belly and generally looking down, Jasper was paying attention to his surroundings. This was by no means his first lockdown, but this was the beginning of a string of lockdowns that seem rather... overzealous. Too trigger-happy, and yet the guard behavior as a result was very minimal, besides Brock, Mitch, and Zack. They would be a problem, among other guards, for his plans in the future. But he could use this quick-to-act lockdown system to his advantage if he had to, but it would involve a fall guy to take a bullet for it. It shouldn't be hard for Cahone to get his rocks off for Zorra again, right? Jasper would just have to plan it out to be in his favor. They can't just lockdown whenever; he needed it to be at a strategic time to work in his benefit. But indeed, a distraction would make for the perfect ruse. He just couldn't let them know they're part of a larger scheme, but something told him they wouldn't mind being stuck here together. It was risky to have them as sacrificial lambs; what if the guards got up in arms and killed them next time? Jasper didn't condone murder, but he could only hope that it wasn't what would happen next lockdown.

Once Zorra and Cahone were gone, the warden's voice came back over the intercom. He was barking more warning words to not let his happen again, nothing that Jasper hadn't already heard as he rolled his eyes and looked around at the other inmates on the ground and the guard up in arms around him, some now more on their guard as a result of the demand for the guards to pick up the pace. But clearly, the warden wasn't pleased with either behavior; that of the inmates and the guards. Was he losing control of his prison already simply by overpopulating it? More to potentially work in his advantage. A faint grin came over his face as the warden cut breakfast time in half and a sea of groans erupted from the cafeteria. Jasper's breakfast had already been ruined by Alasdair's little stunt, but after a lockdown, it felt as if a fight wouldn't continue. But he and Alice wouldn't exactly be on his good list from here on out. With this individual, it was a story of proceeding with caution, because they'd just made an enemy. Hopefully, whatever Jasper's new work assignment was wasn't going to be anywhere near him. He didn't need a fight or a trip to the SHU to impede his planning, especially now that he might bring Alice into it.

Lockdown was called back, too. The blast shields went down from the windows, the siren turned off, and the lights were returned to normal. The guards were still up in arms, but one of them called out, "Up, inmates! You just got your breakfast cut short! You might wanna eat fast before your day begins!"

Huh... not like you could work any better than us, Jasper muttered in his mind as he rolled over onto his back, rolled his feet up, and threw himself to his feet. He turned over to his cellmate on the ground and probably afraid that her behavior had instigated the lockdown. He would've felt bad if it were the case, but it clearly wasn't, otherwise, she'd be hauled away, too. Hopefully, nobody noticed the electric stunt she was about to pull. He extended a hand downward to help her up. "You okay?" he asked softly. "Close call, probably shouldn't have dared you to do that."

Jasper did keep an eye on Alasdair from the corner of his eye, just in case he'd attempt to come forward again and hurt her. Even if he were powerless, he'd take the first blows before she'd have to.

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(Just tagging everyone who's surely here to ensure we're all here.)

 

[Dana Zane]

Calamitas was busy being pushed to her cell as Lilith was unconscious. The hazmat guard that was checking on Lilith, soon tried to carry her but with the weapons that are built into made it hard. He soon stopped and looked around "Hey! I need some help on carrying Lilith to the infirmary!" He yelled out.

 

[KAmber]

Harebourg, however, had a clock to find. He couldn't carry one- all the shiny bits and pieces being gold or gold-lined costs a fortune. On the way there, however, that message came up. Lazy. LAZY. Just because he couldn't afford having a clockwork guard shift- like affording a clock itself -and didn't associate with other guards, that didn't make him lazy. Besides, he actually didn't have any weapons. No batons, tazers, et cetera. If he wanted to, he could rip out someone's heart, but that would probably not go well with the Warden. He had more of a...speciality job. Get where nobody else can, see where nobody else can, get what nobody else can. And he can't exactly die. But if the Warden wanted him to, he'd need a speciality item to do such a job.


But where would one get taser darts?

 

[Sybil]

Kala​

The spider would rise, their illusions human body rising as well albeit a bit unatural looking as they got up just a little to smoothly. Since their breakfast was already eaten, they decided to take some initiative in this new home and walk over to their friend Sith..... or who she assumed was Sith.
“Hey, you alright there? You hurt?”

Zenpai

 

[Zenpai]

Sith shuddered as the lockdown ended. hearing Kala's question, she simply just shook her head, not entirely knowing which question she was answering. she felt bile rising in her throat. She quickly made a series of complicated gestures which involved moving the pinky and ring finger independently, at the same time. her nausea subsiding to where she was no longer in danger of losing her breakfast. She shuddered again and walked off.


Alasdair rested his chin in his hand as he looked at Cahone getting dragged off to his latest torture session. He waved at Cahone, not caring if he saw or not.
"And that's how they all died." he mumbled to himself, pretending to narrate the demise of everyone in the prison. "wouldn't that be hilarious."
He sighs and looks around at the people filtering out of the cafeteria. He looks back to where the older man and the pink haired woman who zapped him where. He looked at the man with a disinterested look in his eyes. He honestly didn't want to start a feud, but that bitch deserved it, and he was guilty by association. If they wanted a war, so be it. They both seemed a bit drugged out, so it shouldn't be that difficult. He looks at them both. I should probably try to find something on them. something blackmail-worthy. He looks away, tapping his finger on the table. I wonder who I could go to to find information like that... He shrugs and figures he can just ask Cahone next time he sees him. It would mean owing him even more, but for all he knows, it might be worth it. There must be someone who knows something about them.

 

[WillfulWren]

Finally, the chaos seemed to be done with, and the lockdown was ended...And they had work soon. Silver was on kitchen duty - a poor decision on somebody's part. How would a girl who had spent her entire childhood as an animal have learned how to cook? Not even mentioning the fact that she ate people. Perhaps, if another inmate annoyed her, they'd find themselves being pushed into a vat of stew. At least it'd be funny.

But for now, she had to get off the ground.

With a sigh, as if the floor was incredibly comfy, the ShapeShifter got to her feet, not even trying to pick the dust out of her long silver hair as she flopped back into her - or rather, Cahone's, but he probably wasn't going to want it for a while (Or ever again) - seat, her movements seeming almost boneless. Silver sighed, prodding her empty plate as if hoping that the toast she had eaten would magically reappear. "I'm still hungry..." She said mournfully, then turned to look at Alasdair. Following his gaze, she frowned, snarling quietly. "...I could eat them. " She hadn't forgiven the pink haired woman, apparently, and she was still ravenous...
Let's head for the second lockdown of breakfast!

 

[Zenpai]

Alasdair hears the girl mutter about eating the pink haired woman. “I wouldn’t recommend it. Cannabalism isn’t all it’s cracked up to be. Human flesh tends to be too stringy in my experience.” Alasdair says, looking down at the table. “I also suggest you don’t go trying to kill people at this point. You could make some nasty enemies with people in prison, I’m assuming that applies to this place especially. Common sense, honey.”

 

[WillfulWren]

Silver blinked slowly, looking confused. Too many big words for her. She couldn't even read, for god's sake. "Human flesh is nice." She protested, but didn't make a move for the pink haired woman. "Besides, the more enemies I make, the more fun this will be...Though, friends are better..." She sighed, tucking a long strand of silver hair behind her ear. "I've never had a human friend before. I had a cat, once, but he got hit by a..." A pause, as she thought of the word. "Car. He got hit by a car."





The sound of shouts echoed through the hallways, followed by the sound of a fleshy impact. Someone just got punched.
“Get your hands off of me!” A girl yelled, her blue hair wild as she thrashed in the guards grasp, her teeth bared. If only that injection hadn't taken her powers, she would have used the air to destroy him from the inside out, kill him...Even though he was her little brother. Said little brother looked completely unimpressed, despite the bruise forming underneath one pale green eye. He was easily stronger than her, and could have quite easily carried her small form, but he made sure to keep her feet on the ground. After all, having her in contact with the element that was his to control made it slightly easier to control her. Despite how much she was fighting him. Her bracelet had already been fitted, along with her inhibitor injection, so he was taking her to the cafeteria, to join the other inmates for breakfast. Now, if only she would stop fighting...

He got to cafeteria just in time to see Zorra and Cahone dragged away, and dumped his sister at a table with a pink haired girl and Jasper. "Behave yourself." He muttered, but she seemed calmer now that he wasn't trying to make her move, tucking her legs up on the seat so she wasn't touching the ground...And she stuck her tongue out at him. Typical.
Sometimes it was difficult for him to believe that he was the youngest. He looked at Jasper, who was known for being one of the better behaved inmates. "Could you...Keep an eye on her? Just show her around and stuff...?" So shoot him, he was concerned for his older sister (Who was repeatedly bashing her head into the table, muttering something about little brothers and meat grinders), and hoped that she would make friends with an inmate of a calmer disposition...Maybe it would be good for her. At least, that's what Gentian told himself, backing off. He had dumped his sister with someone, and there were other guards here...well, guarding, so she should be fine.

Now to see if he could help with Cahone or the snake woman. He was remarkably young for a guard, and that meant that he had to try to prove that he was capable. Which meant that he often ended up doing more work than the other guards.He followed Mitch, Zack and Brock until he caught up. "Would you like me to take the naga to solitary?" He asked, forcing politeness. "After all, I'm sure you have more important things to be doing..."


Gail slammed her head into the table, glaring at the retreating form of Gentian, then looking a Jasper. "Who the heck are you?" She asked, then thought better of it. "Actually, don't tell me. If that idiot dumped me with you, you're probably really good." Her tone belied her distaste as she turned her piercing blue gaze on the pink haired woman. "Nice hair." The first - and probably the last - nice thing she had said in Thesta. But she had always liked other people with bright hair. Except her brother. He was an antisocial boreA sigh, her pale hands flexing as she felt the current of air over them. "As soon as this injection wears off, I'm gonna bring this place down...Or at least kill Gentian. And anyone else who gets in my way..." She was almost lost in her violent thoughts, looking distant.

 

[Flowiest D]

WillfulWren
Brock who had the naga in a telekinetic grip smiled warmly. “Nothing is more important than doing the job That needs to be done”

Mitch looked back from dragging cahone, “we all appreciate the offer, but we three are the most impressive guards in all the whole penitentiary!” he laughed.
“Can’t have such a young gun showing us up now Ay?”


Zack laughed but turned back from dragging the put out fire man.
“actually I think it would be better if you stay in the cafeteria, still plenty of monsters that need looking after, and a guard who actually does his job is needed around them”

Cahone mutters.. “Zorr....”in his sleep. He was still hard for her venom.
But the ice water and electric taser had incapacitated him somewhat.
They dragged him to the ice pool to fuck his day up.

 

[SidTheSkid]

Calder V. Zhukov ~ The Chaplain
(7:30 A.M. - 0730 Morning - Breakfast)
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• (Location: Thesta Penitentiary, Isolation Block )(Currently: Annoyed.)
  (Interactions: Flowiest D - Mitch, Brock, and Zack. WillfulWren - Gentian )
  (Mentions: Warden Edward Brookes, Cahone, and Zorra MsPolite .)
  
  Nightmares, it was the only thing retaining what little humanity he had left. Zhukov vigorously shifted in his homely rack, droplets of sweat dribble down the sides of his half-way naked physique as he listened to the unnerving noises of the past continuing to haunt the confines of his mind like a never-ending curse, no matter how much he prayed for those 'demons' of his to simply vacate his head it was always worthless in the end. Excruciating flashbacks of pain traveled throughout his body like a disease, sending familiar tingles into his nerves before he awoke while emptying his lungs in a great panic, Calder's wine-colored eyes quaked in alarm at the uncomfortable squeal of the intercom speakers only to be followed with Warden Edward's cavernous voice stretching from one end of his room to another. Do these lock-downs ever end? This one actually managed to get the attention of the 'big-cheese' himself! Looks like Cahone was at it again, this kind of behavior was very typical of someone like him. Must've been the seventh time this month he was forcibly placed into solitary confinement. A displeasured sigh pierced betwixt his dried lips as he overheard the head official's scorching response to the laziness of the security response unit, they couldn't wait til' the afternoon could they? "Interesting, looks like i'm going to have to fill in for this morning." He irritably voiced, swinging his muscular legs over the edge of his bed before nudging himself upward onto his feet, additionally snatching whatever clean attire he had in his oak wardrobe standing beside him and stretching it over his brawny shoulders and limbs. Nevertheless it still felt a bit restricted around Calder's bulky frame as most of the assigned uniforms did but it was the least of his concerns as he stepped out from his decorative office, flipping on the light switch before punching in his time-card and placing it into one of the overhead slots that hung from the dusty clock.
  
  "Guess i'll be paying Cahone and Zorra a visit." He couldn't help but wonder what kind of stupidity Cahone managed to place himself into this time. Fighting guards? Sexual harassment? Throwing fecal matter? God only knows the things he'll stir up, on the bright side it made things a bit more interesting. A few seconds after shuffling from one end of the penitentiary, Calder's eyebrow raised at the sight of the remaining 'mess' being cleaned up by the personnel. He wasn't even going to ask what that stomach-turning stench was, all he knew was that it was enough to make him lose his appetite for breakfast and immediately storm out of the dull cafeteria before coming into contact with Brock, Mitch, and Zack, all three of them carrying on their humorous banter as they hauled along 'snake-woman' and 'fire-crotch' behind them, both of them seemingly incapacitated. "Good-morning you three, these two didn't give you any trouble did they?" He asked in his usual flat voice while narrowing his eyes at the unconscious Naga and Sub-human, eventually bringing his attention back to the three guards and Gentian as he cleared his raspy throat. "Tsk, I can only imagine what both of them did... If it weren't for my lack of understanding I wouldn't ask. Thank you for dealing with that, unlike some of those who wish not to. Anyway, once these two regain their senses i'd like to have a personal conference with them, to prevent something like this from happening again." Knowing how stubborn Cahone is, it's doubtful that he'll listen. Calder uncomfortably pinched the bridge of his nose at the thought of the conversation, he could already feel the migraines coming back to him.
  

 

[Gryphtaur]

Tharraleos

Location: Cafeteria

Mentions: None

Tharraleos had stood in the line for breakfast way longer than he expected. Not that his stomach was anticipating this meal. His appetite wasn't particularly grand at the moment anyhow. But as only a handful of people were left before it was his turn, a disturbance broke out between some of the other inmates.

A silent sigh escaped the beast's rostrum as he was well aware of the ramifications. The gaurds were ready to be real on edge, and that was simply a headache Tharr was uninterested with. He'd be compliant for now and promptly knelt down to lie on his stomach with arms stretched to the sides until directed otherwise. As the chaos winded down, the hybrid slowly arose yo his feet and resumed his spot in line. With a mental shrug, Tharr would carry on with breakfast until he was sent to his next destination.

 

[Zenpai]

Alasdair looked at her. “I suppose human flesh would appeal better to you, but for the rest of us, it can be kinda disgusting. I mean, I’ve only had it once or twice, but it certainly isn’t my favorite food.” He doesn’t understand why she wants to make enemies. It has to potential to be fun for him to watch, but he has already learned from the two lockdowns he’s experienced that they are not a blast. He hears her comment about her cat. He had a dog once. Not much to say about him, though, he died around fifteen from bladder cancer. He was a sweet old man. He sighs. No point in thinking about that now. He stands up and walks to heavy machinery, hoping he gets the chance to maybe steal something.

 

[Flowiest D]

Mitch was the first to speak to the Russian.

“If by trouble you mean scaring half the guards into submission with fire and a beastie show..”
He had Hones left arm

Zack laughed as he held the fireman still wet and cold by the right arm.
The Russian must have been drunk this morning

“Calder you know Hone is going to be put in the Ice pool.. he attacked a guard.. to be fair the guard didn’t even attempt to use the water, probably deserved a burn to wake the fuck up…”

The three couldn’t stand lazy, good for nothing people.
Especially here when it was so important to make sure every situation is safe and the monsters are secure.
Brock sighed and turned back to face the three, including Calder.
“I’d say follow me as I put the snake in solitary if you wish to have words with one of them”
The three NPC’s didn’t mind cahone actually, pleasant when you are pleasant toward him, known to protect women in the prison.
Why the story of him literally walking into prison with the bounty hunter who caught him, a female shapeshifter who he could have easily burnt to ash and walked away.
No he went to jail over his code.
Smart guards knew he was worth the murder he performed, rape had gone down 50% when cahone entered the scene two years ago.
SidTheSkid

Mitch actually had guard of the month seven times last year.
The title and extra pay Usually is given to one of the three, so damn impressive compared to other guards.

 

[firebright24]

Alice felt eyes on her and turned. Fear stretching into her stomach at the sight of the other two she had shocked staring at her with evil intent. She stumbled back away from them in fear and into Jasper. She didn't care though, she felt safe closer to him. She wrapped her arms around herself as she false confidence melted away. Slowly she started to go volatile. sparks flying from her fingertips. She clasped her hands together to hide it. She gave the silver girl as icy a glare as she could possibly muster.

Suddenly a blue haired girl was thrust in front of them. She had a bad attitude so far as Alice could tell but she liked her hair. "Thanks" Alice muttered, she still hadn't moved away from Jasper. She didn't seem to notice either that she was shaking. She didn't want to die in prison. Thats not how she wanted to go out. Rather something noble or selfless but not by the hands of a couple of prison thugs.

 

[SidTheSkid]

Calder V. Zhukov ~ The Chaplain
(7:40 A.M.-0740 Morning - Breakfast)
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• IC

• (Location: Thesta Penitentiary, Isolation Block )(Currently: Watching Cahone's torture.)
  (Interactions: Cahone and Mitch Flowiest D )
  (Mentions: Brock, Zack, and Zorra MsPolite )
  
  The Chaplain let out a soft yawn as he nonchalantly observed the group of correctional officers blinking a bit awkwardly at his unannounced arrival, it wasn't really surprising to see them pause for a moment at his brief announcement as Dr.Zhukov would rarely intervene in forenoon affairs unless it was absolutely necessary. Thankfully he didn't have to bespatter his uncontaminated hands with the sinful blood of the inmates, besides he had a reputation to keep since he's seen as a counseling figure throughout the prison, not exactly what you'd consider to be very reluctant when it comes to his way of speaking but essentially forgiving even with his almost permanent expression that conveyed its graveness. In a matter of seconds one of them spoke. “If by trouble you mean scaring half the guards into submission with fire and a beastie show..” Short spurts of laughter abruptly came out from the trio's throats as Calder remained stone-cold with his aspect, barely even batting an eye at the promiscuous joke. Regardless of his refusal to chuckle not once at Mitch's witticism it was still pleasant to feel a sense of merriment within these frigid four walls, with all the diabolical scenes scarring the minds of those unprepared, you need all the enjoyment you can get. "Glad to see you're all unscathed, i'll let Cahone's treatment last for a few minutes before consulting him about his perpetual outbursts." To think it would've just been a sensual romp around the linoleum floors of the mess hall instead of evolving into a physical assault, Calder seemingly scratched his noggin' in self-reflection at the mere notion of the circumstances that had been laid out in front of him. Countless methods of procedural therapy would have to be conducted on the new arrival as well as Cahone, as if that would work for the stubborn bastard. "As for that burn victim, he'll be spending a few nights in the infirmary. You three are going to have to fill out the incident paperwork, good luck with that." Sarcasm brushed his tongue as he followed alongside them, obnoxious racket from the isolation cells resonated across the Solitary confinement wing as he trailed behind them. You'd think that with all these supernatural psychopaths 'freely' roaming about the prison that it wouldn't get any worse but it certainly did, especially in.. whatever 'bughouse' this was.
  
  A good chunk of Calder's brain shuddered at the inhumanity this side of the penitentiary had to offer, even if it served as a valuable 'learning' lesson it still resulted in the suffering of prisoners through torturous methods that were memorable of his own. Eventually they found themselves standing at two blast-resistant doors, each of them lacking windows or conventional material that could be taken advantage of. "Mitch and I will have our discussion with Cahone, you two can go about Zorra's treatment. Try not to go overboard, okay?" He asked, fumbling through his aluminum key-chain before finding a set of keys and unlocking both of the entrances and nodding off to both Brock and Zack as he walked in, grabbing ahold of Cahone's right arm as he positioned his wrists firmly in place against a pair of locks that affixed him against the hardened wall. Ironic, to believe that he himself had stooped to the level of his own torturers. He hated himself for this but it had to be done, if he couldn't control himself then this was the punishment he would receive, no matter how disgusting he might think it is. Calder's eyes skimmed across the in-ground swimming pool a few feet away from his toes, it was absolutely brimming with enough ice to send human organs into complete shock from the frigid temperature. "Do as you must Mitch, those chains should suspend him just enough so he's up to his throat in ice-water. Only dunk his head if he tries anything, there's no need for added humiliation." He spoke as he leaned his broad back against one of the many walls, Calder's mug unchanging as he watched the torment begin only looking away for seconds at a time as it happened.
  
  
  
  

 

[Yonsisac]

-Val-
Head of security
Pass Location: Prison Dock
Current location: Canteen
Mention: SidTheSkid (love your Character BTW.....your writting as well)
Interaction: N/A
Action: Observing prisoners in Canteen (all ya better behave)

The morning was calm and cold today and with a straight and brave stance Val stood outside the prison dock, as always with signature serious look with formal posture as a boat possessing the prison's name docked at the port, she is waiting for some on as it seems. being out of the prison building very early of around 5:50 AM, not even the sun would have awaken from its slumber but alas, this was a important matter. Val was aware of the recent situation that has happen and such like always would have taken matters to prevent a lock down but she could not leave this post till Vezta Arrived, military supervisor sent as a "inspector" to observe the prison for a day and decide if its appropriator for a very special visit in the future. This could be the most secured and anti-escape prison ever build but everything needed to e checked no mater how safe it is. But beside such she wanted to test if guard have been slacking off as this is a prime example that anything could happen at any time, but right now its been solved so this was her priority. A elf wearing fine gloves and fancy clean clothes walked down the small incline on to the port, both hands behind his back as he hold a clipboard, making his way towards the Tall commanding centaur. Val knew this man, a old friend she knew from time ago before position of security was given to hand's, she never expected him to be the one at observing the prison for 24 hours. With a nod Val commented politely "Good morning Mr. Vezta", The elf raised his sight meeting with Val's, seeming irritated "Miss Valka i have a very limited time, so please lets not engage in speech now unless its related to the prison itself" He said taking is clipboard in hand with pen as he revised note's and nod.

The centaur nodes as there way lead them to the prison entrance, The elf taking notes and sights with no rest as he asked "Miss Valka where are the prisoners now?" he asked and immediately without a second passing "Canteen feeding on grub". The elf nodes and exhaled deeply only to ask if he could be taken there, the centaurs eyes shifted and looked at him "May i ask why?". Vezta seem annoyed and only replied "Miss Valka as a inspector i wish to observe prisoner daily routine besides the building, the reason why i was sent here to see is because of those people, now if you don't mind, lead me there". He was strict sure and Valka was as well but the idea of taking him in there WITH the prisoners was bothering, she rather go around the building and show all the strong suits instead of these "Bad apples". But in order for this visit to happen she had to comply with whatever he ask to see, even the fans but that is ridicules. Both travel inside the prison main entrance, Vezta getting revised with metal detectors like any other person that enters, down the main hall, through few security checkpoints and now there way towards the cafeteria. Val knew very well her reputation among inmates and such she uses it to her advantage, from the yard to the gen-pop hall, her sight was every where and made sure to show it and if things got off hand and she was around, they will regret it.

Making there way down the short hall, Three guards: Brock, Mitch, and Zack, as well Calder, one of the personal in the prison and a very interesting one at that, for his none "Criminal" act, he as allowed to work with them and roam the prison freely, mostly. Her sight gazed slightly as the three guards carried the Naga and this..."thing"...well for Val's eyes this man was not even human, as a disgrace to name him that. They soon vanished down the impenetrable halls of the prison towards there separate ways as Val and Vezta made there way towards the canteen. "Miss Valka, may you expla-" Val cut him off in mid finish and answered his question "My friend, those two have acted wrongly inside this prison, such serious measure have to be taken" with that both we're near the canteen reinforce steel door. A short long silent beep went off signaling the door was being opened, Valka standing tall walked in the canteen and made her way to stand in one of its four corners nearest to the door. Hands behind her back, still as a statue and eyes staring she stood guard as Vezta made his work.

The elf was slim and slender, he dint seem nervous or scared at the sight of all these monsters that inhabited this place. Not getting to close or to far, observing and taking notes as he wrote on his clipboard with guard position themselves outside the canteen door as escort for the visitor once out. Val wanted prisoners to behave and to mine there manors near this man, hence why she stood here in the first place as not just keeping him safe, but to let prisoners know...they better behave.

(Sorry, not in my day care! y'all better behave kids...)

 

[Flowiest D]

Mitch looked at the man, “I remember when YOU served time here.”
Expertly chaining cahone into the specialty made, heavyweight, black steel,and blessed by ice magic...
The whinch lifted him in the air. Slowly, cahone hung like a rag doll as he was still incapacitated. His burning lust still present from Zorra’s venom in his system. the winch operator behind the protective glass chews a sandwhich half hearted as he lowers cahone into the water, sharp ice sheets float along the top from the constant running water,
The temperature is so cold a normal man would freeze almost instantly and lose limbs, at the very least fingers and toes.

The man controlling the whinch seems agitated cahone isn’t awake.
He liked the screams. He liked what cahone was sporting though, my...
Such a hot rod boss Hone.

 

[WillfulWren]

Silver wrinkled her nose, looking confused at his statement. Okay, eating people was...Wrong, she'd been told. It made her a monster, an animal, and all the other words people had whispered behind her back. And yet, it tasted good, and if someone was going to irritate her then they deserved whatever they got.

Plus, a fight sounded fun. She hadn't even been at Thesta a single morning, and already she was bored. She missed the trees, the smell of birds and animals around her, the thrill of the chase...All there was here was concrete and metal, and the scent of humans - and non humans - everywhere, all mingling and hardly distinguishable from each other....To be honest,it was confusing. It was just too much for her extraordinary - animal like - senses.

Maybe it would be better in solitary. She stood from the table, ruby eyes fixed on Alice, who had retreated closer to Jasper like a coward. Silver stretched casually, then snarled at the pink-haired woman - a tactic meant to scare and intimidate. Her gait as she walked closer to the other table was that of a predator, silent, but fast. She notices the sparks, but doesn't really care - the sparks should die when their creator's throat has been ripped out.

 

[KasperXIII]

|:| Jasper Bent |:|

If it wasn't enough that Jasper was dealing with one inmate, now two? He'd just gotten used to Alice and decided to take her up as his friend, one he could slightly tolerate and even bring along on his plans. But now, another one? A newbie, hauled in by a CO with a personal beef, with the orders to 'take care of her'.... At least his long run for good behavior has earned him some respect among the guards. No one was going to touch or abuse him, nobody was going to call a lockdown on him and get him tackled by the trio of all-star guards who'd hauled off the two rekindled lovers who'd decided to go at each other on the floor. Hell, if the distant inmates that he'd provoked with his proposition to his pink-haired cellmate decide to start a fight with him, he might just get away with being painted the victim. An inmate with no previous record, albeit one guilty of killing a politician? Perhaps. If Thesta Penitentiary weren't a thing, he might've been assigned to a white-collar prison in Filincia. But no, he was stuck here with the more vicious and unpredictable of the world's filth. At least he wasn't seen entirely the same way by CO Gentian. The others? He couldn't tell. The harsh looks of guards like Valka, Calder, and the Warden don't really change from inmate to inmate, and he hadn't had a run-in with Mitch, Brock, and Zack. It was hard to tell, but maybe all that goodwill would come to be their downfall.

After all, who would ever expect the silent, drugged up mind-reader to break out of the world's unbreakable prison?

"Good? Huh," he scoffed at the remark that seemed to paint him as a model inmate, even though that description was on point. "I killed a judge back home. You find that very good?" In light of strange glares being exchanged, including ones towards Alice, Jasper joined in on the event, keeping an eye on their newly-found enemies in the prison, as well as this girl who'd seemingly been made his responsibility without taking his opinion into consideration, all with a smug grin over his face. Now, for the first time, he had enemies. Was Alice at his side going to be a liability after all? Or were the likes of Alasdair and Silver not going to prove all that threatening? At least work came soon, a distraction from an incoming fight that might just cause a second lockdown in the same day.

As soon as this newcomer showed up tossing about her hatred for Thesta Penn, his companion withdrew closer to him, almost using him as a meat shield. Too much in the way of recent events could've been seen as scary or threatening, especially because a prison fight was almost instigated because she simply gave a few nearby felons a quick zap through the table. She went from the fancy French hen who could use her powers for the day to a timid girl hiding behind a man who seemed more menacing upon first glance. Only because he'd taken a liking for her from the start, the mind-reader agreed to go along with it, acting as almost a body guard for the pink haired girl by his side. "You're not the only one to hate it here," he went on for Gail. "Try living for a year, and watch a place like this suck the life out of you. Unbreakable prison, they preach, and we're here as their subject so they can show off that we can't get out of our cages or even be useful or put out gifts to good use... at least not unless you pay your way out..."

Jasper couldn't help but throw Thesta Penn at the wall with comments like that. No guards seemed to be listening right now, not with the commotion and a lockdown being called off. But perhaps the idea of using Cahone Pyrite for his plan wasn't just going to be to create a ruse. He burned his cuffs off, the ones that would inject them with a serum to put them to sleep minutes after an escape, ones that measured biometrics and some were inhibitors to some inmates. The question was: did Cahone really burn them off or did he get a free pass from a guard he'd paid off? And how to approach someone in the prison like that without it ending in a disaster like the one they'd just witnessed? More importantly, why the hell would an average joe like Jasper want to know that? It's not like he wanted half the prison to break out of Thesta; hell no. Some people deserve to rot in a place like this. But not him. Certainly not him.

Now more than ever did Jasper feel the guilt of putting Alice through the ordeal of making enemies, as the woman she'd just zapped approached, fire in her eyes, giving a nonverbal warning that there'd be hell to pay for that little buzz he'd provoked. It was directed to his cellmate, but he took it as a direct attack towards him as well. Now that he'd made his peace with considering himself and Alice as a package deal. Anyone crosses the line with her, he was going to get in the middle of it.

"Cool it," he snarled at Silver, his smug grin exchanged for a neutral expression, now face to face with this intruder. How to diffuse the situation without starting another lockdown and getting himself in trouble... bribery with the escape plan? He wasn't going to blurt it out loud, that's for sure, but a mouthful from him could do the trick. In a low voice to avoid attention, one hand in his left pocket, he muttered. "You going to get your panties in a bunch over a tiny zap? I recommend you reconsider.... At the end of every day, I regain the ability to read people's minds and send messages back to them. I can send you a high frequency noise that no one else but you will hear and will literally reduce your brain to mush with no evidence pointing back to me. But it won't be a swift death. There will be a grueling two or three minutes that will feel like a year of agony while you beg me to stop or wait till you lose complete brain function. And if you tell anyone and assemble an army, I will know. Like I said, mind reader..." The grin came back to him, now one of confidence. He was slowly getting himself the upper hand, one to keep distance between this potential foe. Sure, everyone he'd went on about was a bluff; the drugs never wore off in enough time for him to be able to kill again. Just mind reading, but never had he sent a message telepathically at the tail end of his day. It was too risky to try, too.

"Now... you and your friend over there are going to leave my cellmate alone and forgive her for that little accident, which you got your share of revenge for by intruding on our breakfast, because if she so much has a hair out of place, you're going to be barking up a tree you'll quickly regret."

The next part of Jasper's plan was one that he never expected to do. His hand emerged from that pocket and lifted up to Silver's chest, towards the pocket in her jumpsuit, and gently pushed her away from, now finished with his tirade and putting distance between them before one of the more vigilant guards steps up and and asks what was going on. "Trust me. I can be a great friend, but also your worst enemy," he gave as a parting shot as he took his hand off of her and turned back to his cellmate, still hiding behind him. She just heard him give a stone cold threat to a total stranger... but what about her? Would that also become of her if she betrays him? Definitely. But Jasper had no intentions of it after hearing her story. She didn't seem like the type to step up to the plate and be a threat anyway. She was too submissive for that. She could literally be his toy to twist and turn to his liking...

...And potentially? So was Silver. Because Jasper didn't lay a soft hand on her chest to flirt, and certainly not just to step back. In his hand, from his pocket, was a folded piece of paper, one torn in half down the middle with the left part still in his possession... the paper discreetly slipped into her chest pocket. It was an excerpt from his notes about the prison in his preparations for an escape. This particular scrap of paper was a map of the halls of the main building. On the half Silver had been given, it showed the mapping of the prison vehicle garage, the cafeteria, the workshop, gen-pop, and some low-level guard offices, along with every hallway in between. What was missing was the yard, the infirmary, the higher-up guard offices and break room, the Warden's office, the main entrance, the insane asylum, and the SHU. It was almost like a teaser for someone who'd drawn up every nook and cranny of the prison, with several arrows pointed at areas where windows were, and more of those drawn from the outside of the building towards the electric fence. Some numbers were there, too, numbers in meters measuring distances from the windows to the fence.

This was just one of many tidbits for Jasper's master plan to escape. And Silver was the first to be teased in exchange for backing off.

WillfulWren firebright24

 

[SidTheSkid]

Calder V. Zhukov ~ The Chaplain
(7:50 A.M.-0750 Morning - Breakfast)
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• IC

• (Location: Thesta Penitentiary, Isolation Block )(Currently: Watching Cahone's torture.)
  (Interactions: Mitch & Cahone Flowiest D )
  (Mentions: Cahone & Zorra.)
  
  Never did he expect such a mordant response from his colleague, Calder must've been mistaken for his old 'grumpy self again. Even that being so, Mitch wasn't exactly wrong for the most part aside from not experiencing all the years of Zhukov's incarceration as he was only there for a short period of time before his inevitable release. Things sure were different back in those days but not in the good way, humanitarianism or life in general wasn't exactly what you'd label as 'important' in the former age of Thesta Penitentiary but due to complaints of outside sources and impressionable inspectors it was involuntarily urged to revise its once departed arrangements, fortunately for him he kept himself out of trouble and kept his wandering nose to the grindstone long enough to earn himself an actual reputation, as for the others? Well, not much could be really said about them, there's a reason why most of the inmates in the past have 'disappeared'. "Heh, I also remember when you first arrived here. What did it take, four? No five people to get that Satyr's five-hundred pound ass off your chest? You shouldn't of taken Ronan's cookies Mitch, chocolate-chip was his favorite." Hopefully that light-hearted jab wasn't too much for Mitch, he's what you'd see in a good kid. Always faithful to his responsibilities, there was rarely a time where you wouldn't see him at work unless it came to family emergencies or sick-days.
  
  "Forgive me, I didn't mean to come off as belittling. It's inspection-day, i'm just following proper procedure by going through the instructions." The Chaplain stated, nodding off to the hungry winch operator that hoisted Cahone up a few feet in the air from the dangling chains around his wrists which revealed his unsightly 'stiffy' from that Naga serpent's aphrodisiac-esque venom. Lust flowed through that man's veins like a torrent of rushing water, surprisingly his crimes had never once involved a sexual assault, one of the few crimes that would actually make sense in his case aside from the overwhelming amount of violence throughout his rap-sheet. Calder had to admit his admiration for Cahone's vigilantism, at least he had somewhat of a good heart unlike most creatures that are captured and thrown into their everlasting lockup. Being within earshot of his agonizing wails scattered a wretched mood over the already gloomy atmosphere, Zhukov could understand the Naga's reasoning for being here but that damned kid could've enjoyed life but instead now he's going to suffer like the rest, it is to be hoped that redemption would save him soon. "You must've really incapacitated him good Mitch. I'm not sure if him being asleep really does anything except for him being agonized in his slumber. Hopefully he'll wake up soon, i'm sure he missed having his pleasant conversations with yours truly." Not unless it resulted in Cahone's favor anyway, playing by the rules was too lifeless for a braggart like him. Calder was determined to rehabilitate him or keep him calm for a few days before he decided to continue with his shenanigans at-least that should tide the Warden's temperament for a while.