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{OOC: This topic is open to anyone. A male character is preferred. You can choose any character you want, but I think it would be interesting if he was a fellow inmate. Feel free to join - just please be a bit descriptive. At least 1-2 paragraphs. I'm open to any ideas and suggestions that you may have. Thank you so much! }

Books in school always said that the moon makes crazy shit happen. A full moon is an ominous symbol put in movies, books, and stories to make you feel like something's going to happen. That's the major writing tool the moon's used for. It's always full, shining, bright, but somehow always conceals a crime or enlightens something important. Tacky really. Pointless even. Who knows, maybe it's one of those amazing literary devices or whatever that you learn in college. That's what you learn in English 101; day one, chapter one - Power of the moon. Psh, f**k it.

"cigs... five..." A voice nor far pleads, showing nicotine addiction is at the max. What else is there to do in prison? I mean... think about it. Smoke, drugs, and violence. What else was there to do? You could try to dig a tunnel, but no one's ever done that. It's an urban myth. Pulling out a pack from under my mattress, I walked over to the bars of my cell. Pulling six of them out, I put one to my lips. Cupping my hands to light it, I blew the smoke in her face. "Did you get what I asked for?"

Nodding, she pulled out a multitool. You know, the crazy folding tools that have pliers, twelve knives, all that stuff. Pushing i through the bars, she also gave me a book, two dollars, and some wires. Handing her seven cigarettes, I smiled. Walking over to my bed, I hid everything she gave me and continued to smoke. Honestly it was a disgusting habit, but there was nothing else to do in prison. It's a long story, but everyone has something they use to distract them. Because the prison had male and female inmates, it was a hell hole. There was sex, masturbation, hard core drugs, and drugs like cigarettes. All depended on your fancy. Every block had a supplier of this, that, or whatever you wanted.

I supplied mostly cigs, books, and odd and obscure items. It was mostly a hobby and it kept me trouble. I could get just about anything I wanted. My green eyes drifted at my cell door. There's my C.O... standing there, watching. Sighing, I rubbed the back of my head, moving my hair around. "What do you want?"

"You." He leaned forward, his arms lacing through my cell door. "I've heard a lot about you in the short time I've been here."

Walking over to the cell door, I leaned against the bars. Blowing smoke in his face, I grinned. "Screw off." Turning around, I went back to my bed and sat down.

This, charming place is a school for teenagers with homicidal tendencies. I've killed eleven people, but I'm only in D block. E block is the one that killed more. E is more than twenty. They're the high collars, almost always in isolation. We live in cells at night, but during the day we attend school. They at least try to make people think we're treated well. Bullshit. Those in A block were just violent. They never killed anyone, but their parents or whatever dumped them here. They're bait. Always picked on,pieces bitten off. They're toys for the rest of us who have the satisfaction of losing the virgin blood - meaning we spilled that of another. We're not innocents anymore.

Most claim to be sorry, but I see no reason to waste the effort. I could careless, I don't want to the doctors and ignore what they tell me. I'm apparently untrusting and have daddy issues. Maybe if I have a daddy then that theory would hold up. I'd have loved to have been Daddy's little girl. Maybe Daddy would have kept me out of prison and give a damn about me rather than scoring dope and turning tricks. Who knows. Maybe if I wasn't a trick baby then someone would have given a damn.

As they released us for dinner, my cell slid open. Everything was electronic, but there were almost 40 back up generators, just in case. Two years ago someone cut the power line. The guards killed him, I knew him, but not well. Standing order, five books on electricity and placement in walls, along with electronic tools and a pack a week. As I walked to the dinning hall, D and E blocks mixed. As the top asses of the school, we usually get along. We're the older kids, we know everything about what it's like here. Including that there's no way out. We all eat together, mixed. We rarely ever fight with one another, it's sorta like a bond we have. We'd rather band together and kill a guard than one another. There was no point in fighting with one another.

Someone moved closer to me, and turning my head, I saw a guy holding a tray of food. Grinning all the guys around me started laughing. This kid didn't seem like he blocked with Ds and Es. There was a space on my left side and he sat beside me. Grinning, I looked at, turning, my long black hair trailed down my back. "Hey." I said, winking on him. My shinning emerald eyes shone in the dull light.

[this is a writing challenge I found. I liked the idea that came out of it. Feel free to join~!]

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"You don't belong?" He asked, his eyes blank, staring as if right through whatever he was looking at. He wasn't the type to look at you when he talked, making him seem all the more mysterious.

The air around him seemed far colder than the air that filled the rest of the room. If one could be where he was, the noise would be quieted and the smell of the place gone, it was almost as if he wasn't even there at all. An astral observer with camera eyes, looking for something that wasn't there.

His name was Giren, why he was there, what he had done, all the records lost, lawsuits, bribery, theft, there were many explanations but no real answer as to what had become of his records, all the gaurds had their rumors. Some say he was a soldier who dodged the draft. Others just a messanger for a major crime lord who got caught at the wrong place at the wrong time, who's refusal to answer a single question landed him here. Or maybe he was the son of a rich man, a Senator had only just been found dead before his arrival, perhaps he was the prime suspect in the assassination.

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Looking over him, Bellatrix looked irritated. Wow... this guy was such a dick. It was frustrating because he appeared to be as stupid in the mind as his body made him seem. He just stood there, stupidly looking out into space. He said something that had nothing to do with what she'd said. Ugh... great, they were stuck with another retard. That happened from time to time, but they usually killed those that they know didn't belong. Around these parts, they looked out for their own. D and Es spent most of their time together, and had a strong connection and bond with the others. Most murders kept to themselves, but in cases like theirs, all they had were one another. They were together, they had a common interest, and the same life for the time being.

Now, they were planning an escape, but it was one of small scale. Only a select few knew of it. This kid however seemed like he'd put a damper on those plans. He didn't seem skilled, or even talented. Maybe he was framed? There was no way he could kill someone.

Bella looked over at Giren and sighed. Pulling something out of one of the tiles, she poured a cup under the table, then passed the full bottle of liquor around, each one of them taking a cup full. Drinking hers down, she sighed, gulping it down. "Mmm..." She closed her eyes. "Tequila tastes so good."

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Giren may not have seen much of what was in front of him, but he had already made a count of all the people in the room and knew by the merest little quirk in their attitudes just how many people they had each killed. He counted each little flaw and error the gaurds and other facility workers made, though none really took the action he was waiting for that would allow for his prefered method of escape.

But it was clear he was not liked, the way he looked at people when he wasn't looking through them completely was one of disgust. You of course have criminals of bad backgrounds, whether it was their own doing or the fault of at least one of their parents, most of the outside world would call them scum, Giren had clearly not come from such a background, in fact, nothing besides the fearful aura that surrounded him really made him seem like a very good criminal at all.

"So then you do belong here?" Giren asked upon not receiving an answer from Bellatrix, as he waited for a response he began to count each way he could kill every individual person in the room, but drawing attention would only hinder his plan, and though each one seemed like an easy kill individually or possibly in a group of 5, to have everyone against you, the odds were especially unfavorable. He made sure to mentally note the most dangerous of the prisoners to mess with, including ones who would make potential allies, as well as certain kills, that if made would bring him loyalty of certain gangs. But this was only to waste time, his mind often wandered as he waited.

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ooc: Sorry, I've had mountain loads of homework, including 2 major exams in the previous week. I apologize for my delay in replying.

Bellatrix was unable to read this male for some reason. Normally, she could easily analyze what another was thinking or feeling. Now however, this empty slate before her seemed to do the same to everyone else around them. It was unnerving, but it was nothing that caused her poise. Of all those here, she had the strongest cap on her emotions and put off the vibe that she didn't deserve to be in block D or E. Her smile was a huge factor in that, how sweet and easily she could con others is what lead her to be here rather than a real prison. There was a mistrial 7 out of the 8 times she was tried.

Out of those she killed, they could only prove 11. D and E blocks where never paroled or released. Never. For any reason. They killed too many and were stuck here for life. This was why they were contemplating their own escape.

"Yes, I do belong here." She answered with a cunning smile. "My official count is 11." This of course referred to how many she was convicted for, but her tone made it seem as if this number was not correct, and would go in either direction. "What about you? Do you belong in D or E?"

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(OOC: Work has me schedualed 10 hours a day, 6 days a week so it's ok. Oh, is this RP in the real world or a fictional one because I was wondering about that if Giren ever mentions politicians by name or country)

"By the way the others seem to look at me, I don't believe I do, you see, they are prisoners here, I am not, I am here because I choose to be, I am no murderer, I'm a politician, though I have only killed one man by my own blade I have killed many in my name and by my influence. I take it you do not wish to be here?" he asked.

Suddenly a man walked by hitting Giren's shoulder with his own making Giren drop his roll. "I don't like you" he stated.
Giren picked up his roll and took a bite before the man spun him around and threw a punch towards Giren's face.
In less than a nano-second Giren grabbed the man's arm and gave it a twisting jerk shattering all the bones in the man's punching arm, Giren let the man fall to the floor and stood up, catching his roll before it hit the ground, he then took another bite.

"What is the point in killing a man? They learn nothing in death, but only through living can they suffer from the pain of their mistake and learn how to avoid them in the future, is that not why all of us are here and not executed? I may not have killed as many as the rest of you, but I have easily caused much more pain, do the dead remember you?" announced Giren with everyone staring at him.
Everyone in the room had seen such violence before, but there was still the shock of seeing it from such an unexpected man that lingered in the room. (I'm not exactly sure what you want to happen or what the gaurds usually do when there's a fight among inmates)

Perhaps Giren belonged in an Asylum and not a prison, but insane people usually seemed a lot more chaotic in their thoughts, Giren's seemed much more at ease, much more controlled than those who would normally be called insane.

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(( It's a fictional world. They can have powers, but nothing that would constitute a god character. And like any other prison, when inmates fight they're put in solitary confinement for x amount of time. It depends on how long they fought, ow much damage the did. He's new so they might just beat him off and warn him. This prison isn't known for having particularly 'nice' and 'law abiding' guards.

Sorry about the late post. I hope this is worth it! ))

It seemed that like many of the other men here, he had a big ego that couldn't be foiled. Truthfully he seemed to speak in circles or only in a philosophical manner which was quite easy for Bellatrix to understand. As stupid as the choices she'd made to end up here, her intelligence was ranked number one in the school she once attention. Here, they were given an education, but it was more to help those who would be let out, and to tame the ones who could not. It gave them something to do during the day and kept them busy. They tried to treat them normally despite the abnormal circumstances in which they found themselves here. She however smiled at his words where everyone else seemed confused. Whereas she didn't understand 100% what he meant, she was sure that she had a guess, but decided just to answer his question.

"No one wants to be here." She pointed out, picking up her cup that had alcohol in it. It smelled like some sort of strong liquor. "Many of the Ds and Es think of this as more of..." She paused, pursing her lips in an attempt to gather her thoughts to dictate what she truly meant and the image she wanted to protect into his mind. "A temporary assignment until our real objective arrives." They had many here, not all of them were kids, but the vast majority of them where under age 30.

Once the man's arm shattered it seemed like such a quick thing that he barely had time to feel pain. Once he hit the floor however, Bellatrix knew he felt it, even if he hid it. He didn't cry out or cry, but it was enough to make a point. Putting a hand on Giren's shoulder, the gesture was an attempt to make him stop. Many of those here would find him annoying, but she knew better than suck things. It seemed philosophy, even negative was a major strength and the source and motivation of him speaking in circles. zit didn't bother her, it was actually interesting for her to think about.

It had been a while since someone intellectual had been around this place. Not since Zerideth had died a few months before. Leaning down beside the male's shattered arm, she forced his arm down on the tile floor. Looking around, her eyes closed. Light flashed and all the tiles got thinner as one slid into the boy's arm,molding with the bone to reform a makeshift tile and bone mixed brace on the inside of his it. It mimicked all the movements an arm would, but wasn't technically real. Without an injury, the guards had no reason to talk Giren. Something about him interested her.

"Don't take it personally..." She muttered to the male, giving him some encouragement to walk away, which he did glaring and with a lot of animosity. Turning around to face the male a few steps from her. "No one here is against you. I really should insist my own advice that you avoid conflict. Your speech and fancy fighting skill won't be able to save you should the guards decide to kill you."

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"I only act in self defense, attacking would only be a waste of my energy, I'd rather avoid bloodshed if possible." Giren's eyes followed the Janitor who had just passed behind Bellatrix. As he often did, his mind payed attention to Bellatrix but also kept note of every little action the Janitor took, the chemicals would prove useful later but he'd need to remember where they where stored.

"Who owns this facility? I'd like to keep note of who to kill once we escape" Giren muttered quietly. Not mentioning what was probably obvious to those with the right education, that depending on who manufactured the door hinges, the steel, and even down to the substance the brick was made of could determine the best weakness in any fortress, and also the best escape plan.

With just enough time to answer Giren's question Dinner was over.

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Bellatrix found his attitude interesting, almost hypnotising. He was just so... negative and yet at the same time interested in everything around him. It did serve to be annoying, but she was much more patient than the average person. "Trust me, try to avoid fighting no matter how you're provoked. It will be the best thing for you, okay?" She asked, trying to encourage non violence. Especially here it would definately be beneficial to them all.

His question caught her off guard. "Umm... I don't know his full name, or if it's even his real name. We all call him Rat. He was a former Mafia boss or something. There's rumors that he'd gather us to form a gang or whatever. It's unlikely to be true, but." She shrugged her shoulders. She'd already finished eating. "His first name is Dominic. That's all I know."

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(where do they go after dinner? I'm not the writer so I'm not familiar with the prison schedual or where things are yet)

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(My guess is that it all depends. This is your rp too, you can pick basic things like this and it doesn't bother me. If you want them to go into a mess hall or something where they can hang out, that's fine.

And please, I have a full time job and I go to college full time, and have plenty of work to do. I usually only post once on the site and there are days when I'm too tired to do anything else. I hadn't noticed you posted and I apologize, I didn't mean to be disrespectful, but you could have added me on AIM and spoken to me privately rather than flaming another RP I'm in.

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(sorry, I only did that after several posts went by ignored, I think you posted like 3 times one the other one before I said anything. Did you even know I sent you a PM? BTW, what's up with that? try sending me a PM, I don't think it shows up when we get new ones, I only have yahoo, not AIM, I had to get rid of AIM. I'll repost when I finish writing my next lines for the RP.

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((yeah, we had a PM issue. xD I didnt even realize that they weren't in the menu. Sorry about that. We fixed the problem today, so I did get them today.

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As everyone was sent back to their cells for the evening Giren made sure to note the occupants, who could be useful and which ones deserved to rot here.

Being an A block meant he had to pass the prisoners who were on Emergency watch, the ones who were injured, sick, the ones who would surely die if placed in Blocks E or D, some would be saved and sent down once they were better, others never got better. They were always kept closest to the Medical facilities in case of Emergency. Giren's cell was one of the furthest down on A block, near a set of stairs that led down to the lower cell blocks but it was blocked by an electrified fence, only the gaurds could open it in emergencies.

During his walk Giren's eyes caught glimpse of a particular prisoner in one of the Emergency watch cells. This man, still barely a man, almost a young boy, he was strapped down to a table with an IV in his arm. Giren was surprised this man was still alive, his flesh was badly burned, scars covering his chest, his hair barely clung to his head in bloody burnt clumps. One eye was so bruised and swollen it was pretty much useless, the other seemed to look pleadingly at Giren as if to scream "Help Me". But the most noticable feature of this man was that he had no lower jaw, or at least it was so broken and mangled it had to be wired and plated into place. Anyone who knew anything would guess that this man would not make it more than a month, but Giren felt an odd sense about this man, the same kind of feeling he got around Bellatrix, these people would somehow be important to his escape. He made sure to take small mental notes of every detail nearby and in the man's cell before the Gaurds dragged him on on to his own cell.

In D Block Bellatrix had a new neighbor, he was a young thin boy with black spikey hair, he was quite pale and had haunting blood-red eyes. His hands were bound in an odd manner from most prisoners, his hands were cuffed in block-shaped cuffs that would prevent his hands from touching, his hands were also covered by thick gloves made out of an odd material.
"Watch out for this one, he's a telekinetic, don't EVER remove the gloves!" said one of the gaurds as they passed his cell.
"Frank Williams, he killed his own father, after being arrested he proceeded to kill 4 police officers, 4 more were hospitalized, one nearly having every bone in his body shattered! He was part of a gang but they've had no luck tracking the rest down, something about kids with special abilities wanting to kill normal humans, nonsense if you ask me" replied the second.
"These kids get on their high-horses, with no parents around they get watching these movies, turn life into a game of hero and villain, and then they get a taste of the real world and wind up in here" said the first.
Frank pretended to keep a neutral expression, he planned on making sure to observe the way people acted down here so he wouldn't put a target on his back.

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