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 Posted: Thu Sep 08, 2011 4:32 pm
⌘Ƞʘ ϺΛΝ'Ș ȽДЙÐ⌘
"THE CRAZIEST PLACE ON EARTH!" In 1908, a large meteor explodes over the Tunguska Region of Russia. It was reported that the sky lit up as shards of it fell from the heavens, many researchers wished to search for the base of the meteor but were unable to due to the politically unstable state of Russia. Many researchers weren't even allowed to come into Russia due to threats of being killed. It wasn't until the year 1924, shortly after World War I, that a Russian Doctor named Leonid Kulik was able to study the fallen rock. It was there that he discovered a previously unknown substance. He began testing it and, with his collueges, discovered that it gave people powers previosuly unknown to mankind. They feared that this substance had spread across the globe, and indeed it had. In 1941, Nazi-Forces breached the borders of Russia. After burning the town of Stalingrad, German forces discovered what was named Lab-42 where the unnamed element was being tested for weapons. The Germans snatched all samples and returned them to Berlin. Whilst in Berlin, the study of Superhuman Soldiers began with many successes and many failures. One of the stories was a Sgt. Edmund Guggenheim who murdered his entire army before being shot down, and killed. It was after this event in 1945, that the United Nations dubbed these "Specials" were to be contained. In 1955, Operation Iron Castle was operational and the building of a massive floating prison began. In a matter of months, the large prison was built and set afloat with the known fact that they would always know where it was at and that ALL SPECIALS would be sent there. In 1960, Iron Castle began to fall into disrepair. Unable to pay much of the repairs and the constant growing, Iron Castle was brought into port and the Warden walked away. Soon after in 1961, The Prison was reconstructed and turned into an amusement park. Prisoners were forced to wear white cuffs and have a metal plate at the base of their spines. The park guards were from special forces and other masters of the sort. In 1963, the park was reopened as NO MAN'S LAND. With all new attractions and fun, where prisoners are the operators and the entertainment. As years passedhas grown more and more hideous with madness. All prisoners must participate in the Carnival of Caskets, which is a large glass-dome arena in which you are in a tournament against 12 others in hopes of getting out, you must get to 100 Wins. You must kill to survive, Welcome to No Man's Land, prisoners...
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Posted: Fri Sep 09, 2011 1:50 am
~ÐΛ ЯɄζΈϨ~ I. FOLLOW THE RULES: All places have rules, this one just happens to follow Gaia's and the Guild's Rules. II. NO POWER-LOADING: Seriously, you can kill random guard, and you can kill NPC prisoners. Just don't go overboard man. III. CASE FILES: Must be sent to the Chief Warden when entering. Then you will recieve your blue jumpsuit and off to the park. IV. FRIENDS: You can't trust anyone in here, but if you do. Make sure to keep them close, this prison is MESSED UP! V. DEAD MEN WALK HERE: That's right, the only reason your character is in this prison VI. SPECIAL OR NOT!: You don't need to be "A Special" to get into this prison VII. POWERS: Your powers don't need to be different, I don't mind if two or three share the same power. VIII. IF YOU DO HAVE POWERS: You have your powers because you were exposed to a shard of the Tunguska 0 Meteor. It gave you powers. IX. STORYLINE: There is no official storyline here, be creative and create one. Don't be afriad to let others in. X. THE FIGHTS: The Carnival of Caskets is where two prisoners will be taken to the Big Top and fight it out, it is created to show powers to keep everyone occupied. XI. PRETTY PRETTY: Please make your posts as pretty as possible, not really. But I don't want a bland rpg.
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Posted: Fri Sep 09, 2011 2:37 pm
[size=9] [u][b]~PERSONAL INFORMATION~[/b][/u]
[img]ANIME PIC ONLY PLEASE[/img]
[b]Name[/b]
JOHN A. DOE
[b]Age[/b]
??? (any REASONABLE age, 1-85)
[b]Eye Color[/b]
Hazel
[b]Hair Color[/b]
Black
[u][b]--PRISONER INFOMATION--[/b][/u]
[b]Psychological Status[/b]
Unstable
[b]Special Abilites[/b]
Blood Manipulation
[b]Nickname:[/b]
(Optional) Bloodmage
[b]Prisoner No.[/b]
56671
[b]Reason for Sentence:[/b]
"Special"
[b]Cell No.[/b]
(A-G) B - 533
[u][b]~CLASSIFIED INFORMATION~[/b][/u]
BACKGROUND:
(Based off two entrances - Just Arriving, Already There)[/size] CASE FILES Chief Medical Officer Dr. E. Richards ~PERSONAL INFORMATION~
Name
Wyatt, James Allen
Age
24
Eye Color
Hazel
Hair Color
Brown
--PRISONER INFOMATION--
Psychological Status
Stable
Special Abilities
Supposedly Blood Manipulation (Uncertain)
Nickname:
None
Prisoner No.
78001
Reason for Sentence:
-Being a "Special"
-Mass Murder
Cell No.
B-577
~CLASSIFIED INFORMATION~
BACKGROUND: Born to a Colorado Miner and his Diner Shop mother, Wyatt grew up in the small town of Shiver City. Wyatt lived a normal life, went to Elementary school, high school, and finally graduated from the University of Denver with a GPA of 3.2. Wyatt returned to Shiver City at the age of 22 to assist his father, who was now President of the Shiver City Mines. At the age of 23, he was exposed to Tunguska 0 after a mining accident in which a cave-in caused him to be trapped in the shaft for 5 hours. At the age of 24, an eruption of Tunguska 0 energy burst from him, causing the mass murder of all Shiver City. Though he claims amensia and doesn't remember much after after a black-out he experience before the incident.
----- ~PERSONAL INFORMATION~
Name
Ansteel, Runnik (Middle Intitial Unknown)
Age
18
Eye Color
Light blue. red or one of each depending on which is in control
Hair Color
Silver
--PRISONER INFOMATION--
Psychological Status
Unstable, Multiple Personality Disorder
Special Abilites
Metal Manipulation
Nickname:
Red Mist Runnik
Prisoner No.
79351
Reason for Sentence:
"Special"
Cell No.
C-388
~CLASSIFIED INFORMATION~
BACKGROUND:
the T-0 shard was collected by runniks grandad after almost being hit by it when i crash to earth feeling there was a power within it he had it embeded on a clock as a protective charm for his family which stayed above the fireplace however when the house was raided the clock was shot by a rather trigger happy gunman the clock smashed on the shelf and the shard got loged in the base of his neck and fused with the skin around it making it impossible to remove he was deemed able to walk on his own and discharged from the hospital however it wasnt long before important people began to catch on to what that shard was
as a new arrival runnik was collected my the millitary due to the shard he fought back not wanting to be seperated from his family (this was how he got his name by forming the iron inside of a body and then ripping it out in tiny pellets) he realised what he was capable of and was shuned by his own family after that he went willingly ----- ~PERSONAL INFORMATION~
Name
MASON, MARCH ANNA.
Age
22
Eye Color
An auburn red with flakes of silver.
Hair Color
Black
--PRISONER INFOMATION--
Psychological Status
Very unstable, though good at hiding it.
Special Abilites
Manipulation of the Sub-Conscious (So dreams, instincts and fears).
Nickname:
Hatter
Prisoner No.
90001
Reason for Sentence:
-Murder
-Being a "special" inmate.
Cell No.
C-001
~CLASSIFIED INFORMATION~
BACKGROUND:
March never knew her real parents. When she was just a baby her father died of unknown causes and her mother sent March to an orphanage, killing herself one week later. March grew up in this orphanage as the dark, scary kid nobody ever wanted to be around. Just her and her mind. MArch was taught her entire life at the school, top student and all. Her teachers and gaurdians were suspicous of her the entire time, claiming she had the devil in her and such. She left at age 18 to live on her own and was good for a while, making it by own her small salaries in her small home. When she was 21 she was exposed to Tunguska 0 when she was moving a few cities over. She remembers it clearly. A bright light and an incredible heat. The car tipped over, almost busting her neck and knocked her out for 28 hours.
Nobody drove by in that time. About two years later she had an eruption of energy. She was in the market at the time and had drove a total of 759 people insane, to the point where they were killing themselves and eachother, brutally. She also got a bit of the recoil and lost her mind herself. She didnt go and kill anybody, just simply tried to keep to herself about the nightmarish things following her around, seeing her worst fears come to life and such. She is trying to figure out how to bring the effects on herself down. She knew the entire time what was happening. When she was caught and arrested she had killed a total of 7 people, conciously out of fear and frustration. They later found out she was a special case.----- ~PERSONAL INFORMATION~  Name Patchouli Ismene Age 26 Eye Color Purple Hair Color Purple --PRISONER INFOMATION-- Psychological Status Stable... ish Special Abilites Can manipulate paper and use it to make deadly weapons Nickname: Whatever the people around her decide it is Prisoner No. 04269 Reason for Sentence: Being "Special" Robbing three bookstores Several accounts of murder Cell No. B 007 ~CLASSIFIED INFORMATION~ BACKGROUND: Patchouli lived in in Ireland for most of her life, her parents making a rather modest income as merchants. Patchouli herself was rather reclusive for most of her life, burying her head in books. She found herself quite fasinated by the occult, and most of her readings were focuses on either actual manuals for magic, or fiction stories that had a strong focus on it. Her two favorite arcana were astrology and the Tarot. Eventually, when she became and adult, she started to use her knowledge to start telling fortunes to people. One day, she was traded a rather strange shard of metal that supposedly came from a meteor in exchange for the fortune. She accpeted it, unknowing to her at the time that it was actually a piece Tunguska 0. She held onto it constantly, the exposure eventually leading her to devlop her powers. It didn't take long for her to start using her powers in order eliminate people who regularly taunted, and sometimes assulted her for being a fake or a charlatan. She was eventually caught, and her meteor fragment was confiscated. Dispite any information that was spread about the element, she is throughly conviced that the meteor was magical and had astrological power. She is currently being shipped the to prison. ~PERSONAL INFORMATION~
Name
Alex J. Derish
Age
23
Eye Color
Topaz-Yellow
Hair Color
Silver-white
--PRISONER INFOMATION--
Psychological Status
Unstable
Special Abilites
Inhuman athleticism
Nickname:
None
Prisoner No.
32418
Reason for Sentence:
11 counts of murder
Accusation of infection from Tunguska 0
17 counts of assisting in murder
2 accounts of assisting in mass murder
Cell No.
B-578
~CLASSIFIED INFORMATION~
BACKGROUND:
Alex is a new arrival to no man's land, along with Arcene. The pair were caught and sentenced together, although no one knows why or how the two came to be partners and even friends. However, the pair is considered responsible for almost two hundred deaths, although most are attributed to Arcene, Alex is known to have assisted in the crimes. Alex's sanity is guaranteed to be nearly non-existent, but it doesn't seem like it. He seemed to just have some mental issues, the reason he was sent to an obscure asylum at 17, and released again at eighteen. He was a stable member of society for four years, with three disappearances that are now attributed to him as well happening during that time. however, just before his twenty-second birthday, there was a string of six murders by burning that rolled into town. Alex disappeared the day after his birthday, and was only found again two weeks later, on a security camera, a clearly insane grin on his face as an inferno swirled through a mall, killing seventy five or more civilians, with a man in a red cloak next to him. He was seen again at another, similiar scene, where another raging inferno killed another eighty or ninety civilians, along with several police officers who reached the scene quickly. It was when him and Arcene were found on a street and surprised by several police officers and a few off-duty Army personnel that they were subdued. Alex managed a breakout and four murders before they subdued him again just outside the prison.
Inside the asylum he had been sent too at seventeen, the headmistress had decided to do a little experimenting on him, throwing together strange concoctions of stuff, and somehow not managing to kill him. However, she had been exposed to Tunguska 0 unknowingly, and it had caused her to put together several toxic materials and chemicals and force them into his system. Somehow, instead of killing him, the strange "potion" strengthened his body, giving him an inhuman speed and athletic skill. ~PERSONAL INFORMATION~
Name
Arcene L. Ryckanis
Age
24
Eye Color
Maroon
Hair Color
Brown
--PRISONER INFOMATION--
Psychological Status
Unstable (Assuming Sociopathically Insane isn't an accepted term for use)
Special Abilites
Pyrokinesis (Generation and control of fire)
Nickname:
Firestorm
Prisoner No.
32419
Reason for Sentence:
Exposure and absorption of Tunguska 0
2 counts of mass murder
67 counts of murder
7 counts of assisting in murder
Cell No.
B-579
~CLASSIFIED INFORMATION~
BACKGROUND:
Arcene was not a very stable person, even as a young teenager. He fantasied about burning the world to ashes in fire, probably nuclear in nature. He even acted several times, assaulting another student at his high school, and burning to death various other creatures. Arcene's fascination was not only with fire, but with it's effects on flesh, especially human flesh. He has several burn scars on his body to attest to this. One day, he found a small chunk of Tunguska 0 that was in his backyard, another fragment that had never been found. He hadn't known, but it had been sitting right next to something hot. That is how he got the burn scars on his hands, and how the Tunguska 0 entered his bloodstream. Less then a week later, his families house caught fire and burned to the ground, and he was presumed killed along with his parents and sister. This happened when he was twenty-one, and he dissapeared for almost two years before reappearing, leaving a trail of charcoaled bodies behind him before he reached the hometown of Alex Derish. From their, the story goes with Alex's, the two rampaging across the state until they were caught.
Arcene's big thing is a strange red cloak he always has on. Even after their capture and restraint, he somehow held on to it. It was never able to be kept from his possession for more then twelve hours. Somehow, within that time period, it always reappeared in his possession. These are great, except one thing. The Tunguska Event happened in 1908. It's currently 2011. The shards we find are undiscovered remains of the meteor
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Posted: Sat Sep 10, 2011 8:15 am
The ship bobbed in the water surrounded by a thickening fog. Despair covered the decks of the boat, all prisoners, some special, some not. The groan of the hull and the echo of the horn were all that could be heard. The foglights shined through the haze, the guards footsteps outstood all the cough, chattering, and crying of the people on board. Off the bow of the ship, multi-colored lights are seen and the fog pulls away to see the rails of a rollercoaster. A tall fence surrounded the island, music began to be heard. The lights grew brighter and brighter and the despair faded away. Suddenly, the sign revealed itself. WELCOME TO NO MAN'S LAND
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Posted: Sat Sep 10, 2011 12:33 pm
☆═━┈ ✕ ✕ ✕ ┈━═☆ ┏━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━┓ ＪＡＭＥＳ ＷＹＡＴＴ
PRISON NO.: 78001
CELL NO.: B-577
LOCATION: "Heading to Hell..."
ABILITIES: "I don't think I have any, really..."
WEAPONS: "I'm on a prison barge, why ask that?"
MOOD: "Dude, just...not now" THERE IS BLOOD ON MY HANDS┗━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━┛ Anxiety filled James' mind. Why was he here, he didn't do anything wrong or at least anything that he could remember. His mind raced as he sat on the cold metal bench, his head in his hands and his beret in his pocket. He took a deep breath as his palms rubbed his face, he never had felt so alone. "Why am I here, What did I do? Why me..." His self-wonderment was interrupted by other prisoners running to the bow of the boat, intrigued by this, James stood up and followed. His boots clanked against the metal bow of the boat. The carnival music filled everyone's ears and the lights hone through the fog. The creepy smily face rose from the mist and the island revealed itself. This was No Man's Land.
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Posted: Sat Sep 10, 2011 2:27 pm
Runnik was chaind to the boats railing however his hands had been put in casts to prevent him from using the entire ship as a weapon he looked at the light "so this is where our fates are cast of for other enjoyment" he looked at the sign "theres no name more fitting, but it will belong to someone on this very boat that is a certainty" he laughed to himself his eyes turned blood red "this will be fun" he had a wicked smile as he awaited his moment to strike
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Posted: Sat Sep 10, 2011 3:21 pm
☆═━┈ O-I-= (Its a guy!) ┈━═☆ ┏━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━┓ M A R C HtrolololololololM A S O N
PRISON NO.: 90001
CELL NO.: C-001
LOCATION: "I am where I am and am not where I am not, simple as that."
ABILITIES: "I can change peoples.... perspective on things, lets say"
WEAPONS: "Anything I can grab."
MOOD: "Currently, I am.... in the mood I am in! Does that answer your question?" DUDE. SQUIRREL.┗━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━┛ March sat in her small cell type thing on the boat. She had a blindfold over her eyes and her hands were cuffed. It was more than obvious that the cops didnt want her to set anybody's mental state a-flame. She sat there, on her bed humming a song she heard on the radio the day she was 'infected', lets say. It was Feel good inc. by the gorillaz. As she hummed she tried to take her hands out of the cuffs so that she could have some sense of freedom. She wasent a bad person, was she? She heard a person walked by so she stopped humming. "Sir!" She called out. "May you please at least unbind my hands so that I may get a drink?" She asked. "I promise I wont hurt anybody, I am honestly on the brink of curing myself. Isint the fact that i am not freaking out right now enough evidence? Just keep the blind fold on and I should be fine!" She spoke, trying to persuade the guard. He muttered a "Sounds reasonable" and undid her hand cuffs, but kept the blindfold on. She smiled as she felt her hands were free. "Thank you a million times over!" She exclaimed. He passed her a glass of water from the bedside table and then left. She went back to her humming while drinking from her glass.
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Posted: Sat Sep 10, 2011 9:57 pm
☆═━┈ ✕ ✕ ✕ ┈━═☆ ┏━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━┓ ＪＡＭＥＳ ＷＹＡＴＴ
PRISON NO.: 78001
CELL NO.: B-577
LOCATION: "Heading to Hell..."
ABILITIES: "I don't think I have any, really..."
WEAPONS: "I'm on a prison barge, why ask that?"
MOOD: "Dude, just...not now" THERE IS BLOOD ON MY HANDS┗━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━┛ Surely it wasn't excitement in the air. He knew that by the horrified faces that passed by him, he stood up from the slightly wet bench. Suddenly, the wind blew across his face. The cold air flowing through his hair, he closed his eyes knowing this could be the last time he'd ever feel freedom again. His eyes opened, as he realized that his hat was gone. He felt his pocket, nothing but the few things he needed. He turned around to see a staircase leading to the lower levels, or the cells. He sighed, having a feeling of regret as he walked towards them. All the prisoners running to the bow as he walked back to the stairs, he gripped the cold steel and made his way down. The stairs clanked with every step as he went deeper and deeper into the ship. He reached the bottom stair, the cells looked almost empty or were being looted by other prisoners. he sighed and continued his walk. His cell couldn't be much farther.
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Posted: Sat Sep 10, 2011 10:03 pm
☆═━┈ O-I-= (Its a guy!) ┈━═☆ ┏━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━┓ M A R C HtrolololololololM A S O N
PRISON NO.: 90001
CELL NO.: C-001
LOCATION: "I am where I am and am not where I am not, simple as that."
ABILITIES: "I can change peoples.... perspective on things, lets say"
WEAPONS: "Anything I can grab."
MOOD: "Currently, I am.... in the mood I am in! Does that answer your question?" DUDE. SQUIRREL.┗━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━┛ March heard walking outside of her cell. "Hello?" She asked. She stood up and took a few steps forward, "Are you a guard? Im out of water!" She said, looking from side to side, trying to resist the urge to take her blind fold off. She shuffled her shoe-less foot forward a bit, scraping it on the ruff, choppy floor. She could feel her skin open a bit and a slight amount of blood go on the floor. She was used to it by now. She had been scraping her feet up the entire ride. "Hello?" She asked again, sticking her arm out. "If you are even there, fist bump!" She said with a smirk, making her hand into a fist.
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Posted: Sat Sep 10, 2011 10:49 pm
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PRISON NO.: 04269
CELL NO.: B 007
LOCATION: ...Practice...
ABILITIES: Charting the tides of fate...
WEAPONS: Fortuna's Wheel is my favorite...
MOOD: I would really love my library back...
┗━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━┛ The guards had my chained for the past few days, with only small breaks of freedon in between. Being lead to the ship was the first time I saw the sun in a while, not that I cared much; the stars are the natural sky I prefer to see. My wrists were starting to be rubbed a little raw, as I had to bend them at strange angles in order to read my books or consult the Tarot. I walked down what felt like an endless amount of stairs as I boarded the ship. I was locked in a small, dimly lit, dingy cell. I looked at the guard. "I don't suppose you could unchain me now? It's a real pain trying to read..." I say, half sarcastically, but also somewhat serious.
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Posted: Sat Sep 10, 2011 11:25 pm
Runnik AnsteelLocation:cannot tell
Abilites: manipulation of any metal
Weapons:im sitting on one
Mood:annoyed"hey can someone please break these casts i want to get a better look" he kept asking passers by most seemed to shrug him of wheres as other laughed or spat at him for having to ask for help
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Posted: Mon Sep 12, 2011 12:53 pm
☆═━┈ ✕ ✕ ✕ ┈━═☆ ┏━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━┓ ＪＡＭＥＳ ＷＹＡＴＴ
PRISON NO.: 78001
CELL NO.: B-577
LOCATION: "Heading to Hell..."
ABILITIES: "I don't think I have any, really..."
WEAPONS: "I'm on a prison barge, why ask that?"
MOOD: "Dude, just...not now" THERE IS BLOOD ON MY HANDS┗━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━┛ James turned to the woman who was blindfolded, the blood on the floor made him feel a bit uneasy. The ship suddenly lurched into the harbor, James stumbled to the side before regaining his balance. There were no guards around, he didn't see what was wrong with taking the blindfold off. He reached around her head and undid the knot, taking the blindfold off. "There we are, no more blindfold" He said as he saw her auburn eyes, smiling as he saw her. Two bad that they were both wearing jail uniforms, or this wouldn't be so awkward. He looked at the door grip, pulling it to the side, seeing as the guard had forgotten about locking it last time. "Come on, I think we arrived to Hell." He said, placing his hands in his pockets.
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Posted: Mon Sep 12, 2011 4:09 pm
☆═━┈ O-I-= (Its a guy!) ┈━═☆ ┏━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━┓ M A R C HtrolololololololM A S O N
PRISON NO.: 90001
CELL NO.: C-001
LOCATION: "I am where I am and am not where I am not, simple as that."
ABILITIES: "I can change peoples.... perspective on things, lets say"
WEAPONS: "Anything I can grab."
MOOD: "Currently, I am.... in the mood I am in! Does that answer your question?" DUDE. SQUIRREL.┗━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━┛ March was nervous when he removed the blindolf, but when she saw that he, surprisingly enough looked normal she smiled. "Thanks!" She said with a smile. She turned and grabbed her bag and slung it over her shoulder. She exited the cell, the blindfold in hand. "i owe you one!" She said with a smile. "Oh! How rude of me! Im March Anna Mason!" She said with a wide smile. She extended her hand to shake his. "And you are?" She asked, before stumbling a bit forward as the boat moved, quickly moving back. Then it hit her, she quickly pulled her hand away, "You aren't gonna kill me, right?" She asked, a bit nervous. He was the first actual person she had seen for a while. Most of the time people look like monsters and nightmares to her. Maybe she was getting better.
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Posted: Mon Sep 12, 2011 5:19 pm
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PRISON NO.: 04269
CELL NO.: B 007
LOCATION: ...Practice...
ABILITIES: Charting the tides of fate...
WEAPONS: Fortuna's Wheel is my favorite...
MOOD: I would really love my library back...
┗━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━┛ The guard seemed to ignore me. I shurg my shouders and sigh. I knew it was a long shot anyway, and the Tarot said nothing to me about kindness in the near future. Come to think of it, it's been giving rather strange vague answers since my incarceration... Still, it was better then sitting by doing nothing. There were no windows for me, and even if there were, there would be no stars for me to gaze upon. I sat down on my knees directly on the cold, steel floor. I stared intently at the detainee across from me... some crazy looking woman... as I shuffled my Tarot deck. I decided to read her future instead of my own, at the moment, I simply wanted to pass time. I took in a deep breath and concentrated, as I started to draw the cards...
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Posted: Tue Sep 13, 2011 1:47 pm
Alex Derish and Arcene Ryckanis
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You have fallen, fallen into the void...Alex and Arcene were both on the deck of the ship as the lights of the island ahead slowly came into focus. Technically Arcene had been in a cell, but that hadn't lasted long once Alex had learned which cell it was. After all, the pair hadn't just been partners, they were friends too. "So, this is where were all being sent to." Alex said as the island took shape out of the gloom. "Doesn't look that bad, at least from out here." Arcene said, leaning idly on the railing. Somehow, he had his usual red cloak on, even though it wasn't technically aloud. Guards had stopped trying to take it after the fourth time it had seemed to magically reappear on him, no matter how tight the security was. But do not be afraid... In the darkness, you are never alone...
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