Prismatic Penitentiary [IC]
Posted 2022-10-06 03:18:41
Echo Echo is silent as she watches the things going on around her, in her own world . . . She takes in a deep breath, letting her thoughts wonder as she sighs deeply and closes her eyes. She didn't like talking to people anyway. So why would she waste her time with listening for people . . .? Of course, she would easily snap out of her daze if someone were to grab her attention . . . But did they know that? And why would someone spend their time trying to get the attention of someone mentally ill? oh- ADHD- She opens her eyes, looking around one more time, making sure no one was trying to get her attention, still worried that she may miss someone. As someone who struggles with guilt, the thought of accidentally ignoring someone might hurt their feelings. despite the fact that she, in reality, knew no one here and would probably just end up in trouble if she ignored someone, seeing as the only people trying to get her attention would be people trying to give her orders. |
Echo_OfTheStorm #88526 |
Posted 2022-10-06 18:05:18
~3 Hours Later...Archimedes Archimedes was startled awake by a guard pulling his blanket off, squinting at the large man. "Shit.. what time is it?" He mumbled, blinking the sleep out of his eyes. Apparently in his effort to ignore the other Red he had decided to take a nap, that had been so long they had finished sorting the new arrivals. "Training." The soldier barked out, pulling him out of bed. "Ey, ey!! I'm going, damn!" He said, brushing his clothes off when he was let go. He directed his glare around the room, noticing that a few had gotten the same wake-up call, but others had already been awake. He scoffed, This is what happens when we have nothing to do except sleep.. He thought, rubbing his eyes and getting in the rickety looking line as the others started filing out to get to training. Calliope The ginger grumbled to herself as she made her way to the area the new shapeshifters would be staying, obviousling being escorted due to her outburst. Her back was obviously sore and having to be around those insufferable scientists for hours definitely wasnt helping her headache. The group filed into the blacks bunk area, glancing around in curiosity. Callie claimed a bed that was clearly empty, flopping down on it with a loud sigh. This wasnt going to be a fun time.. especially since everyone was now lining up for training. Ugh... |
π Angel π #9655 |
Posted 2022-10-06 18:32:28
"Is he almost done yet? Could he hurry it along so that we can get on with.... today? Tonight? Whatever it is. Whenever. You get it." Nyx did get it. It was hard to tell the time in a place like this, so mellow and generally sad. It was only marked by certain big events. New people, on that bus every few months, like clockwork. Yet not all the kids that came ever came back out of the spotless white room with the metal table in it. Those who did were never really the same. The few times Nyx had taken rotations on that doorway, the kids had been horrified, angry, or detached. Bleeding, bruised, and hurt. She didn't really remember what happened during her own time, but the vague fog remembered pain. Yet some had been blacks. There had been some. In the past. Over the two years, Kai and Nyx had been there, there had to have been at least four or five that had rotated in. All had died. They didn't say how. It was always a dangerous criminal or malfunctioning equipment. But the two shifters that remained knew what it was. ββββ When the guards, -- or would that be fellow guards? -- finally came in, they were escorting a girl. Nyx sat up, swinging her legs down from her bed, then boosting herself out to a standing position. The one who fought. The one who got tased. Are to be certain if the tasing was better, or the knee to the temples Kai and herself had gotten. She started to lift a hand to the spot, then snapped it back to her sides. Nyx watched warily as the soldiers looked around. So this fierce little cat was a black? Interesting...what would her preferred forms be? She winced slightly at the loud sound the flopping girl made on the bed. She'd probably regret that - these mattresses were quite thin, and the bed frames were metal. She watched the girl for a while until bending over to tie up her boots and tucking her pants into them. Training was soon. The only interesting thing that happened around here, other than the fights the shifters sometimes had to break up...and the occasional runaways... No. Focusing on training. And the new girl. How would she hold up? Well, Kai was sure to be nice to her when Nyx could not or would not. |
-ΛΛ κ°πΈκ± β- sakura #47305 |
Posted 2022-10-06 19:16:12
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π phrog π #15316 |
Posted 2022-10-06 20:16:16
|||| It had been a quiet morning before the gates were scraped open. It had been the kind of drowsy morning that, in another life, one might have spent submerged in clean, warm sheets. The sun was considerate of its subjects, the breeze as pleasant as if it came from a child's storybook. Amilyn heard the vehicle before she saw it; she almost didn't recognize the sound for what it was. More inductees. |||| The daylight was surreal. At first, it blinded him. He was used to the dark, used to not seeing and not being seen. He had lost track of the days while he was living down there in the stormdrains. It could have been weeks, it could have been hours since he first descended. He thought he left no trace, yet they found him anyway, eventually. Amos tried to put up a fight at first. But those big men with their gruff voices and big sticks and coarse gloves were able to persuade him to come quietly. He saw the writing on the wall, then. Still, they saw fit to beat him into submission, until Amos could hardly remember how he ended up in that godforsaken place. |
stingray #17818 |
Posted 2022-10-06 20:27:55
The tall brunette stayed hidden in the shadows like he always does keeping an eye on the recruits. He couldn't remember the last time he was yanked in for training his thoughts wondering from the last time he tried to escape. Rubbing his arm self-consciously at the spot where the wound used to be. He sighed miserably hoping that he was left alone not wanting to be here but not wanting to try and leave. He thought back to when he was taken from his supposed home and brought here to be put through the most unimaginable things possible he shivered naturally. He went closer his dark eyes at the moment black narrowed on the two whites. Particularly watching the boy his presence known to them. |
Fierce #63112 |
Posted 2022-10-06 21:20:14
Time passed as it always did, marked only by the light that changed beyond the rigid barred rectangle that gave suggestion of the Outside. He sat in the same place, shadowing the same wall with the figure of his presence. His knees were propped up, spread over his space, his wrists rested on each. The only rare motion that arose was that same toying thumb over the fraying wrinkles of his handwrap. He spent as much time lost in his thoughts as he did asleep. It was never really an escape, anyway, so it didn't matter whether he was conscious or not. At times he could exchange the over-trodden dirt and skyward fences crowned with barbed wire for what he missed the most- the sea. The wailing sobs of the younger children gave way to the susurration of the waves, the harsh metal and cruel cages sunken far beneath the endless deep blue of the ocean. But no matter how hard he tried to drown himself in the undulation of what it was like to be out on a ship again, the story always ended the same way. It ended the same way this hell had all begun. Memory wasn't a problem for him, though admittedly the days, weeks, months, years that dragged on within the walls of their prison started to blur together after a while. He recalled with dire clearness the night that his brother- one of the first to succumb to the pathogen- was lost while they were out at sea. It was the same evening that his rage manifested into something bloodcurdlingly alive. Nightmarish. In his mind's eye in the quietest hours of the night at the Pen, and every time he used his power, he saw within his own flames the eyeless faces of the ghosts that haunted him. The ships, immense pyres reaching ever-higher with molten fang for the smoke-distorted blackened sky. Their crew. His family. His jaw tightened, the muscles of his neck tensing. Hellfire flickered behind those too-light eyes. It was a dramatic contrast between ice and fire when that light arose from so many leagues under, as if arriving straight from the shores of Stygian waters themselves. Movement distracted him, bringing him swiftly back inside the endless walls. Like clockwork, the guards swapped their stations between moving their inmates- the safest time for a shift change, of course. The silhouette of the one on the wall directly across from the Red bunkroom was different in stature than yesterday. It was something else to make a mental note of. It also meant that training time was now. He'd misjudged. Luci shifted abruptly, blinking and rubbing his arm roughly across his face. The fabric scrubbed harshly against the thin scruff that lined his jaw. This wasn't the fight he wanted nor needed to make, and he didn't really care for the headpieces the Reds often were gifted with when being further contained. So, unlike his usual cocksure self, he avoided eye contact with the guards as they roused the handful of still-living Reds to attend training. Finding a place somewhere in the middle of the line, but knowing damn well he wouldn't escape evaluation, he sighed. The tension over his face lingered, though it was hidden behind the short, skewed grin that would meet the once-overs by their Keepers. "I didn't have my mum sign my permission slip. Guess I can't go on the field trip today." Sarcasm, again. Dry, chilly, and yet it still managed to crack a short smile on the younger lad's face in front of him. |
Styx #63599 |
Posted 2022-10-06 21:41:17
He let out a laugh, quickly hiding it with a cough. He didnt know whether it was to hide it from the snarky Red or from the guards. Either way, he didnt care, he just didnt want to either get in trouble or be mocked again. He became stoic once more when he exited the room with the rest of his group mates. He heard the whispers and felt the eyes of the other prisoners, glaring at them out of the corner of his eye. He crossed his arms, not bothered. He remembered when he first arrived and was placed in the red group, everyone gave him haunted looks and spread awful rumors. He had cared then. That was when he still thought there was a chance of getting out of here. That ideal had been beaten out of him by this place, and its resident douchebags. When they reached the training area, he let out a breath he didnt know he was holding. Archie glanced around at the familiar tech and semi-fireproof dummies. He knew they wouldnt last much longer, the fireproof adhesive slowly but surely peeling off so that the parts showing were just charred holes. He smirked to himself, wondering if they would leave replacing them for the last minute. Or of they would even bother. Calliope She felt the springs digging into her ribs through the thin fabric of the poor quality mattress she would be sleeping on for a while. She refused to move until it was time to leave, too stubborn for her own good. When the guards started lining the shapeshifters up again, she pushed herself up and lined up as well. Shapeshifter... Shapeshifter.. Hmmm.. She didnt think she'd ever get used to that thought process. The fact that now she could just... change into certain animals. Well, at least it would be something she'd enjoy. She had always felt connected emotionally to the animal population, rather than humanity. When they were led out, she noticed a line of menacing looking people in red uniforms, face twisting in confusion. She wondered who these people were, and what their... abilities were. Calliope refused to call it a gift, this was far from a gift. This was hell on Earth. This was like a trick instead of a treat. She noticed one red in particular that looked as if he were a predator surveying the prey, one not worried about being spotted because he knew he was faster than it. She made eye contact on accident for a second before frowning and looking away. She tsked, no point in caring who any of these other people are.. focus on staying alive. |
π Angel π #9655 |
Posted 2022-10-06 22:00:56
He shifted into a hawk and flew over to the shapeshifters section deciding to see what they got sat on a chair his wings tightening around himself he watched them carefully to stay out of view his gaze flicking between them and the guards. His hard gaze landed on Calliope at how she looked at the other male looking her over curious at what she shifts in at the moment when a guard came close he quietly flew up over them and landed closer to calliope laying on his birdy belly he internally yawned bored out of his mind and tired of the new recruits he wondered how long this new group would last in a place like this.Curious to see if they survive anyway he added as an afterthought he was sure they were strong but even some of the strong ones fall sometimes. |
Fierce #63112 |
Posted 2022-10-07 14:53:37
Scuffing her shoes along the floor, Kaisa pushed herself up, a small twirl before they looked to Nyx and grinned. "Look at that! Still get to train, despite the new arrivals. Isn't-" A guard barked - hah - "Quit chattering, get a move on." Bitch. Kaisa thought bitterly, rolling her eyes before turning around and filing into the line. Small line. Oh well. A small wave to the others, the grumpy fire holders and the less grumpy water shapers. Was that what they'd be called? Or something else? Eh, not terribly important. The room they soon entered, passing through the large cafeteria, was filled with the smell of other animals. That, and blood. The various obstacles set up, dummies that were able to move along the floor and along the ceiling - plastic peeling away with claw marks embedded deep into the fake bodies - and a small spot filled with old, hardly readable books, for the new ones to learn about their animals. So kind of them. Rolling back and forth on their feet, the worn out shoes squeaking quietly each time, Kaisa waited impatiently to be told what to do. This waiting was boring. At least fighting the dummies or working through the courses were more exciting. βΊ Sira β Amilyn and some others made their way to the door as well, some drifting back to their beds once the man started to speak, some staying and watching. Time passed soon enough, and eventually the newcomers filed into the room. Sira tucked her feet onto her bed, making sure that it was obviously her own before settling in to watch. The speakers in the various rooms let them know that, despite the new arrivals, they would be training! That was so much better than waiting around and being bored. But... also not very fun to think about. If they were immediately training new comers, would something be happening? Would they get to go and try something new, outside of the bleached white walls, away from the guards with constant scrutiny and a willingness to hurt anyone who dared take even a small step out of line? Said guards had arrived. Sira tucked her pants into her boots quickly, made sure her hair wasn't going to fly away, and got out of the truly horrid beds they were given. Hopefully it'd be quick, easy to get going. Although.... the new ones might just need help. That wouldn't be fun. |
π phrog π #15316 |