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 Posted: Sat Mar 10, 2012 9:38 pm
 Congratulations! You are our One Millionth inmate to enter the building in the sky your one true hell only known as Furnace. Recently updated with state of the art equipment and so much more! We've got automated mini-guns on the walls, guards that would make Chuck Norris flee in terror, and are special night men who you might be so fortunate as to meet up close.
Furnace, the hell hole they sent me to. The year I was sent was some time in 2032. They had just built a station up in space, apparently it was for criminals, all ages of course. At the time I was 17 which to be honost was the prime of my life, things were going great, I had a good paying job, my sister was coming over to visit, my grades were at a all time high, and I had built up the confidence to ask that one special girl out. Yeah you guys know what I mean. Of course there was a downside to that year.I was framed. Before I tell you about how it happend, let me tell you a bit about Furnace.
It's not a normal place you see, aside from it being in space and a long elevator being the only way up it is one hell of a hole. To start, the guards, their like, 8' 4" and I don't know if they file their teeth or something, but it's like shark teeth, scary stuff. Another thing was the people. You've got gangs up there ready to rip the throat out of anyone who so much as looks at them funny, and finally, finally theres, the beasts. The beast was the best name we could come up with, their were plenty of other scary things but this was the scariest by far. It came at night, of course you couldn't really tell being in space and all, plus the only light came from those lamps they'd turn out whenever they felt. Any how this thing only came out in the dark, you couldn't see it but boy could you hear it, it's claws scarping the concrete, its feet pounding every step, and then that unfortunate scream that was worst then all the rest. Yes all the rest as in, the insane, the criers and so forth.
That being said I was set up, by who? Well by the staff of that damned place. How they didn't I have no clue, but they shot my sister right in front of my face, just like that. It was the most gut wrenching thing I ever experienced at the time. I couldn't go to the police. I mean I tried but...they were everywhere it seemed like. On the day of my hearing it was already obvious where I would be headed, and just like that, I was in Furnace.
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Posted: Sat Mar 10, 2012 10:03 pm
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Posted: Sat Mar 10, 2012 10:17 pm
 ᴎame: Izac Lamar ᴀge: 17 ᴙegistration: 324278956 ʛender: Male Ɠetting ɨo ƙnow ʎou βIo: Other then what you already know, Izac lived in Arizona, going to a private school and living by himself. being a generally nice guy, and a bit short some considered him as a homo. Not the case. He got into a couple fights but usually nothing he couldn't handle. Then that year came along and boom here he is with only one thing left to say to the world, " I didn't do it". ᶅikes: Pocky, girls, sleep, friends, thinking. ᴆislikes: The guards, the gangs and the beast, some particular inmates, the slop they call food, the labor, and the constant fear of possibly dying anytime. ᴇxtra: Nothing that could be useful for the moment.
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Posted: Sun Mar 11, 2012 10:31 am
Hiya! May I join? [img][img]http://i338.photobucket.com/albums/n440/Nessalanta/Girls/anime_slave_girl.jpg[/img][/img]
ᴎame: Skyla Heart
ᴀge: 16
ᴙegistration: 135490057
ʛender: Female, in case you haven't noticed..
Ɠetting ɨo ƙnow ʎou
βIo: Hm. Well Skyla grew up in Tokyo, Japan in the Shibuya district. She had no real idea of why she is even here for she doesn't remember doing any crime. She knows that somehow her older sister set her up to take the blame for waht she had done. And now she is pissed. She's usually a shy, kind quiet girl but she becomes tough and sassy when annoyed. So say on her good side...if you can that is. She's also blind but she can see shapes and shadows
ᶅikes: stuffed animals, chocolate, animals, fashion, and boys
ᴆislikes: Perverts, the color pink, neon colors, loud noises and being called weak
ᴇxtra: She wears a collar around her neck that hides her tatto a white wolf with the roman numeral for 13 under it.
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Posted: Tue Mar 13, 2012 3:11 pm
 ᴎame: Jason Hazami ᴀge: 19 ᴙegistration: 950038721 ʛender: Male Ɠetting ɨo ƙnow ʎou βIo: Jason grew up like a large majority of kids, well depending on your majority. Poor. Yep poor as a dead rat in the sewers. So what better thing to do then rob houses and all that good stuff. Sure he was smart but, that didn't help him fight off the big guys around the block, so robbing was a first resort. He did a couple jobs here and there, beefed up quite a bit to, but that wouldn't stop the inevitable from happening. It was an accident really, more out of surprise then anything else. They had been upping there game recently, he and his buddy had tried a warehouse, apparently loaded with electronics, and one guard. Of course his friend brought the gun and Jason ended up with it. The poor guy came out of nowhere when it went off, right in the head. The initial shock passed through him rather quickly though, guess you learn to shrug things off after awhile. So with that he was caught and tossed in a cell to rot forever. Although he seems like one of the toughest guys there he's kinda soft, soft enough anyways, but don't think he'll go risk his a** just to save yours. ᶅikes: Sleep, the gym, being left alone. ᴆislikes: Obviously being in this hell hole of a prison, idiots, the guys that pick on the newer guys and of course, the food here. ᴇxtra: He has a scar all they from his left breast to his right lower abdomen. (But of course)
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Posted: Tue Mar 13, 2012 6:38 pm
 ᴎame: Shiro Lara ᴀge: 22 ᴙegistration: 360981028 ʛender: Male Ɠetting ɨo ƙnow ʎou βIo: Shiro was always very independent. Even so, he was always reliable. He was always praised for his good grades, good looks, and even good manners. He never really saw any meaning into the praises, he never thought he needed them anyway.
Shiro had this desire to be the best at everything, he also felt the need to be the dominant one. For some reason he always liked that feeling of power. It was like a drug to him. He sort of knew that if he was praised...Then he was trusted, and he knew he could use that trust to get away with anything.
With Shiro being a manipulative man, he got away with a lot of things.
Shiro had this other demonic side to him. He was a delinquent truthfully on the inside. His desire for power came out every night. He also had comrades that followed him like little minions. One night, Shiro’s life changed because of his desires. Shiro snapped, finally and killed a few men. His own comrades were fearful of him that night and left his side and left him with all the blame.
Shiro, who was always misunderstood....Was sentenced to the furnace. ᶅikes: Power, anything peaceful, lovely women. ᴆislikes: The furnace, his traitors. ᴇxtra: Shiro has a tattoo on his right shoulder blade....He treasures it deeply.
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Posted: Tue Mar 13, 2012 7:02 pm
 ᴎame: Selenia talliane ᴀge: 18...ᴙegistration: 200024577ʛender: FemaleƓetting ɨo ƙnow ʎou βIo: Selenia isn't exactly 'serving time' like most of the people sent to Furance, or at least not for the sake of a crime she committed. Rather, Selenia was born and raised on furnace by a woman who had been sent to Furnace when she had been....well nearly nine months pregnant. Needless to say, Selenia was born and raised in the hell known as Furnace...but because of that the girl never quite realized just how bad things really were...she simply accepted it as it was.
Selenia has always been very independent, you have to be when you live in Furnace....She's a clever girl with quick wit, but she isn't fast to trust anyone. She learned that trust was something that she could not simply give to everyone she meets.
And her mother? Well she died giving birth to Selenia....no one actually knows who raised Selenia, except for Selenia herself, but she doesn't generally speak about it and therefore no one bothers asking. She is very cunning in nature, and knows that it's every man for himself in Furnace...or at least usually. Occasionally there are people who group together, it makes them stronger so Selenia understands the reasoning...but she doesnt understand the emotions of fear, despair and anger that most feel when they are sent here...after all, to her, Furnace is home. ᶅikes: sweet foods that she can occasionally get her hands on, music, sneaking around, ᴆislikes: being told what to do by the guards, the fact that she's never seen the outside world, loud people, enclosed spaces, bitter foods.ᴇxtra: Nothing really, except she can be completely silent when she moves, if she wants to be.
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Posted: Wed Mar 14, 2012 4:59 pm
XXXIzac Lamar   It was 11:30 when they put him on the elevator that would seal his fate forever. Yes Izac was on his way up to Furnace, of course to be accompanied by two massive guards that made Shaq O'Neal look tiny. There sinister teeth showing as they grinned at him. Izac simply kept his distance, or at least what little distance he had. The initial shock of being sent here had passed once I had been sentence. His parents couldn't even look at him not believing the repeated words of 'I didn't do it'. With that he had given up and thus went on his way. The dark hole seeming like a black hole sucked him up as they travled toward the middle of the structure.
It seemed like 5 minutes had passed before the steel doors opened, the guards with their shotguns locked and loaded and they shoved him out. He remembered how on t.v.(a luxury that was unfortunately given in Furnace) it spoke of how any direction out was miles. With that Izac couldn't really hope of escape. Thus with a brief second he changed his expression to a hardened death glare, yet keeping his gaze focused away from the guys that looked like trouble. In front of him was the whole yard, packed with people his own age, the older ones apparently above. The oldest looking one there was probably 25, the youngest was 9 or 10. They had all turned at his arrival smirks on some faces cowers on others, and some just had this look of I don't care. That was when an alarm sounded and as if all at once the crowd moved into a sort of boundary line.
Izac was rather confused although his bluish green eyes showed nothing. That was when the sound of an elevator came, the siren stopped and suddenly everyone was silent as if expecting something. Izac still standing there dumbfounded, and with that a horrible sight appeared. Creatures in gas masks that were on all fours seemingly inhuman, the guards, their looks as devious as ever, hounds with no flesh but plenty of bulging muscle and some how, the scariest of them all the, warden. All of this happening in a mere hour.
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Posted: Wed Mar 14, 2012 11:33 pm
ღ ☾§𝔢𝔩𝔢𝔫𝔦𝔞 𝔍𝔞𝔩𝔩𝔦𝔞𝔫𝔢☽ ╔≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎╗Selenia sat in her 'room', pulling her long platinum blonde locks into a half up-do, the usual for the girl. Her bright pink eyes wandered her room dully, just another day in Furnace...stuck at home as she liked to say. Selenia was a bit of an odd case, born and raised in furnace...so unlike how everyone else saw things, she saw everything as 'normal' in a sense. Slowly the young woman got to her feet and headed out of her cell like room, walking through the hall to the area where all of them were allowed to mingle for a period of time. Many of the inmates liked to avoid her, because....well there were always rumors about people like her now weren't there? For a while she just walked around....that is until she heard the murmurs of 'fresh meat' and turned her brilliant gaze towards the elevator, watching as a blonde male walked out....definitely someone who was innocent...she could just tell now. Suppose it comes with growing up around psychos... ah well.
Pursing her lips slightly she watched him, whilst he seemed to be looking around, taking in the not so pleasurable sights she confirmed. "Poor guy" She cooed under her breath, so she didn't really sound sympathetic....once again, being around criminals did that to ya. She let an annoyed hiss of air push through her teeth as the siren rang loud and clear, trudging along to the little line that she and the rest of them formed. She took it that the blonde was horrified by the sight that came next, she was simply used to it....no...not used to it. She didn't know that the existence of these...creatures, was supposed to be horrifying. Selenia simply clasped her hands behind her back and began rocking back and forth on her heels, she was known to be an impatient one. It was likely that the guards and warden all knew of her, how do you miss a little girl growing up in a place full of criminals? She was the picture of innocence back then...now she just, fit in. Well, sort of.
Growing up...that was a funny topic for the young woman. She remembered watching fights break out, and struggles between the weak and strong. she remembered her mother teaching her how to protect herself, and as she got older she discovered how to become one of the strong. It was blatantly obvious that if she was ever released into society, she would never be able to conform to the social norm....she was everything society was working to rid themselves after all. ╚≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎╝
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Posted: Wed Mar 14, 2012 11:40 pm
 ᴎame: Ravi Elliottᴀge: 19ᴙegistration: 394791049ʛender: maleƓetting ɨo ƙnow ʎou βIo: Ravi was brought up in a orphanage in...well not the nicest part of town you could say, and by the age of ten he was part of a gang, which got him into quite a bit of trouble. by the time he was fifteen he was quite the delinquent, but he was always a bit of a loner even in the gang. ᶅikes: (..again self explanitory)ᴆislikes: (etc.)ᴇxtra: (put whatever...no superpowers.....yet ;D)
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Posted: Thu Mar 15, 2012 5:33 pm
 Skyla was aware of being carried in someone's arms, but when she opened her eyes, all she could see was black. She panicked at first, before realizing that she was blindfolded which was silly since she was blind to begin with. She started to move only to feel whoever was hold her, grip tighten slightly against her healing ribs. How did she get injured? She couldn't remember and when she tried she got a serious migraine. All she could remember was being with her sister. There a gun s**t then an explosion then voices and the next thing she knew she was here, blindfolded and being carried. She tried to remove the blindfold but she couldn't move her hands. She could hear voices. And all she got was the words, 'crime' and 'Furnace.'
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Posted: Fri Mar 16, 2012 9:28 am
Jason HazamiXXX  Jason mumbled to himself as he walked out of the slop job. Yes where you shove all the garbage they wouldn't feed to pigs, stuff it in a grinder cook it and then, you had the yards food for the day. Disgusting stuff but you've gotta eat something. He took a seat at a table, clearing its occupants with a simple glare as he leaned on the stone wall behind him. The world went on as usual, well this 'world' anyways. Then with a all to familiar sound, a door opened and out popped the new kid. Judging from his expression the blondie looked as if he would take on anyone there, probably would. Of course just because you have the will doesn't mean you can. The murmurs were hear and there, one of the gang leaders, some lame name like the Skulls Or the Crocs or whatever was about to make his way to the kid when the siren in all it's glory sounded it's ear piercing shriek. With that everyone moved into the boundary lines. Last time some kid was to slow and, well you could say he learned the true meaning of a 'hole in the head'.
Taking a spot Jason blended with the rest, his gaze no more inviting then anyone else's, it was just that prison look. The murmurs were still going until the warden appeared behind his guards. Ah the warden, you couldn't even look him in the eyes, it was like a black hole you could say, sucking your soul in. It was probably impossible to actually look him in the eyes, Jason had tried it many times before. Then the warden spoke.
His voice wasn't necessarily loud, but of course it was so quiet in there that you could hear a feather drop, yes a feather. Well if their were birds in this hell hole. The wardens voice was something out of a movie you could say, it was like you expected it to be a certain way. He said something about the new guy, how he wasn't behind the boundary line, and how he was going to let it slide this once. Apparently he gave his infamous speech about the rules but honestly it wasn't like many people followed them. There were still fights, the trick was, there wasn't one, sometimes the guards came sometimes they didn't, it was weird. Either way the kid was assigned to bunk with someone luckily it wasn't him, his last roommate got taken and he didn't need another one, especially a new guy. (If you want you can say he's bunking with you...whoever you are ;D)
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