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The Yard - This is the largest and main area of the prison, set outside of the buildings. You can probably get a nice view of any undead attacking the fences in some of the areas here. Gym - Need to work out? This is the place to be. It's outfitted with various weights and a few exercise machines. Mess Hall - Aka the cafeteria and kitchen Prison Cells - Indoors where all the cells are contained. These are your rooms. Since they're all individual, you can PRP this or you can list the specific cell at the top of your post. Medical ward - Aww, do you have a booboo? Well get your butt in here, then. C block field - This is where all the fight club PVP battles occur. Please make new threads for fights, do not roll in this ORP. Howling Ward - The moans of undead can be faintly heard from with--HEY. This place is off limits, remember? SHOO.
Posted: Mon Sep 14, 2015 8:26 pm
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Posted: Mon Sep 14, 2015 8:27 pm
[The Yard]
Magnus stood up at the top of a watchtower, staring down at the inmates and 'refugees' that now called this facility home. A good chunk of these people might have been outcasts of society once, but with everything going to hell, he wasn't sure how much 'society' there was left. They would make the most of this. This prison was secure. And he was going to make sure they all survive.
He glanced over at the fanatic nearby. The Boss hoped he wasn't making a mistake in picking him. But if anyone could help keep the order around here...
Well. Maybe.
"Come on. We should see to them. Make sure everything is still peachy," he said gruffly. And such, he made his way on down from the watchtower, to enter the Yard. He wanted a good assessment of everyone's state.
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Character's name: Magnus "The Boss" Fury Character's faction: Prison Character's journal link:Here Character's survival stats: --HERE to search up your character and link to their bio! Make sure to plug in your character's ID. BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER: Brown hair, scarred face, patch over right eye. Might be mistaken as one of the prisoners, himself. Has an aura of intimidation. Weapon:Sniper rifle with a blade attachment, as well as a suppressor.
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Posted: Mon Sep 14, 2015 8:27 pm
[The Yard]
The fanatic in question looked entirely unfanatical as he sat with legs crossed, back straight, and an intense look of intrigue focused on the book he read silently from. Micky Norm's well kept hair was combed almost to perfection, and yet he hadn't managed to find the time to clear off that scruff he'd acquired during his time here at the prison. Perhaps this was an aesthetic choice, or one based off of need. For whatever reason, it clashed strangely with the properly pressed black suit, and overall look of distinguishment he'd cultivated.
When the warden finally spoke, the book was shut harshly, and a very sharp pair of mottled green eyes looked up from it with both eyebrows raised. "Is it that time already? Ah; too easy to get lost in the Good Book." He placed the book firmly under his arm, and stood, smoothing out every tiny wrinkle that sitting might have caused his suit. "But there is a time for every matter and for every work." He spoke out, always as if he was laying down wise words to a congregation, but the Warden had already left and the guards at the door knew by now to simply act like stone around him. He nodded sagely to each of them in turn, before heading down the stairs himself. It took him a few quickened steps before he caught up to the Warden; ever eager to keep himself beside the seat of power. God was his only savior - but he was no fool.
He folded his hands behind his back, and fell in line directly behind the warden's footsteps, with that constant satisfied smile ever present on his lips. "I feel good about today." He announced, his sickening smile lifting. "Perhaps we'll find a few diamonds in the rough."
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Character's name: Micky Norm Character's faction: Prison Character's journal link:here Character's survival stats: GO HERE to search up your character and link to their bio! Make sure to plug in your character's ID. BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Warden's Assistant at Apple Minimum Security Prison. A religious fanatic. Stubborn, discourteous, never trusting, pessimistic, and unstable. Physical description: Pale skin, incredibly well kept brown hair, intense green eyes, scruff due to being in prison. Headshot and fullbody. Weapon: Giant wooden cross with the ends sharpened. You're welcome world.
Well, it'd been a long month, but there was at least a little good in it: Monica had located Cory, and made friends with the laundry lady, Greta. Kind of shitty that her baby bro had to be stuck here during the apocalypse, of all places, but it was much better that she knew that he was alive and in safe hands. Well...relatively safe ones, anyway.
She perched her hands on her wide hips and furrowed her brows, though. If there was anything to be said about being trapped in a minimum-security prison during an apocalypse...well, at least he was in here with her, where she could watch the dang kid. The thing about going an entire month without easy new shipments of food was that, well, Monica hadn't quite found it easy before. But supplies were definitely beginning to run thinner now, and she wasn't so sure that she liked it.
At least Cory could tell who to keep away from by the double handcuff bracelets the inmates were all wearing - not that all the former inmates were dangerous (look at Monica!), but, well. And as for Monica...well, she was gonna meet people. That was a little bit of what she did best, right? Well, that and driving. ******** yeah. She spilled out (which felt a little weird - so, yes, technically she'd gotten out of prison early...but she was now also staying here pretty much indefinitely. Hopefully until a solution of some sort was found?) into the Yard to get a look at what was going on.
For some reason the boss dude and his right hand man were both out mingling, and she waved over at them. "Hi!" she beamed, although she had no reason to expect a friendly reaction from either of them. "I sure hope you're not here bearing bad news."
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Character's name: Monica Chavez Character's faction: 2 Prison Character's journal link:bae Character's survival stats: View BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Chubby, tiny girl with curly hair (red, with light brown roots) and dark skin. Big eyes. Cheerful, nosy.
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Posted: Wed Sep 16, 2015 9:48 pm
[ The Yard ]
Raffin was, alas, no diamond in the rough. Probably just a rock in the ground somewhere, but he at least had enough sense not to stay in the ground (or maybe it was a lack of sense, though Raffin would have argued that his intelligence, of all things, was the best of his senses).
He wandered across the ground, tugging his ragged coat a little more securely around himself - it had certainly seen better days, the hem of it still stained with a myriad of liquids Raffin would rather not have expounded on or even wanted to identify. He supposed that if had his clipboard he would have been able to take notes on everyone already gathered - but most unfortunately, it had been lost to the chaos.
Raffin meandered over to the few standing around, brows raised in curiosity.
The Boss glanced over at Monica as she came by and greeted him and his assistant.
"No. No bad news for now. Or good news for that matter. Just making some rounds to make sure everything is in place. We've survived this long. I'd hate if something unexpected suddenly decided to throw everything to s**t," he replied. The large man gave a quick sweep around the yard after he said that.
"If there was bad news, well. Everyone would probably know of it pretty damn quick."
It wasn't the most pleasant thought, really.
"Unless... do you have any trouble to report?"
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Character's name: Magnus "The Boss" Fury Character's faction: Prison Character's journal link:Here Character's survival stats: --HERE to search up your character and link to their bio! Make sure to plug in your character's ID. BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER: Brown hair, scarred face, patch over right eye. Might be mistaken as one of the prisoners, himself. Has an aura of intimidation. Weapon:Sniper rifle with a blade attachment, as well as a suppressor.
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Posted: Wed Sep 16, 2015 10:34 pm
[The Yard]
Jaxon grunted as his muscles strained and a beads of sweat slid down the side of his face. His hands held tight to the bar as he pulled his body up, his chin peaking over the the bar. Sixty nine. He exhaled as his body slid back down into the neural position again. It had been a whole month since the outbreak started and some how he had ended up back in this crappy s**t hole. His whole plan had been to get out... and he had. For about maybe five minutes. He pulled himself up again. Seventy three... He could never have foreseen what was taking place outside. The moment he encountered his first... first what? Walker? Zombie? Undead? s**t. What what the hell would you call em any ways? Seventy five. Well regardless, he had killed it and ended up hightailing back to the prison. It was only secure place in he could think of and he knew the area pretty well being an inmate. He figured if anything it would be a good place to lay low and survive. Yeah right. A whole ******** month and he was still a prisoner. Only he wasn't exactly behind bars.
Letting go of the bar with a sigh, his boots hit the dirt kicking up a little dust. His hair hung loose in his face wet from sweat and his black muscle shirt was soaked from his daily work out. It seemed to be the only thing that kept him busy most of the time. He rotated his neck and stretched his muscles. Glancing around the yard he spotted a girl with curly red hair. What was her name again? Monica? Yeah that was it. She was the one who was always seemed to be happy about s**t. A little too happy if you asked him. He raised an eye brow when she waved and seemed all to happy to see someone. Glancing in her direction he found just who it was.
It was none other then the bosses themselves. The ones who took over this happy little place and made it their own. He made a face some where between a scowl and a frown as he paced a bit watching them. He then stopped and pulled out a pack of smokes he had found and lit one up. He sat down on a picnic table with one foot on the bench as he watched them closely. A slow and steady stream of smoke escaped his lips and disappeared into the air.
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Character's name: Jaxon Brown Character's faction: Prison Character's journal link:HERE Character's survival stats: View BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Age: 35 Height: 6' 2" Build: Athletic with a muscular build Skin color: Tan Hair: Shoulder length and messy Facial hair: Full stubble or little more the five o clock shadow Hair color: Dark brown Eye color: Green Identifying marks: Scar running an inch from the corner of his right mouth down. Weapon: (if he can have one now, Crossbow)
What a crazy world they lived in. Noah living in a prison seemed a pretty good validation of this fact. Prison. Had she ever committed a crime? Nope. Still somehow ended up behind bars, in a cell block, with a warden overlooking her every move? Yep. Things were certainly not looking up for her but Noah was still trying to make the most of it. For example, there was ample space to run around and a gym to work out in. While there was no privacy there was at least a metal door that could keep others out or in as needed.
Could she have picked a better place to ride out the choas? Maybe. There were solid walls, fences and cells to keep help keep her alive. Other places might not have it so lucky. Of course, Noah knew there was the area of the prison they couldn't go into because of the dead that wasn't a positive point in its direction but she could manage. Her cardio was good and definitely improving as the month flew by. Her muscles were a little more defined than before due to training.
Noah did miss a few of her more extreme sports. Parkour was still semi-possible within the prison but not by much. Running was again, possible, but running in a circle wasn't entirely enjoyable either. She also missed the resources she had, like paints, or other craft items. Those were hard to come by here.
"It could be worse." She told herself as she sat down on the ground that was designated as the yard. Noah briefly combed through her hair with her fingers and fixed her top. Long, hot showers were also something she missed.
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Character's name: Noah Ó Braonáin Character's faction: Prison Character's journal link:Journal Character's survival stats: View BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Medium to long auburn/red hair, pale complexion, 5'10, ~130lbs, slim and very well toned, slight muscle definition, green eyes and slightly plumped lips. Here
Posted: Wed Sep 16, 2015 10:58 pm
[The Yard]
Well, here he was, and here Benji wasn't. However, there were some interesting characters wandering the Yard. The former Warden of the prison, now Boss of the gang that had formed from the survivors, and the Boss's right hand man, Micky, though Bing personally didn't like the looks of the guy. What kind of nut dresses that well during a zombie apocalypse? Warden Fury hadn't been a part of the mob's system within the jail, as far as Bing knew. And he still wasn't sure how much the Warden had known about the mob's activities inside the jail. It made conversation... interesting to say the least. He didn't want to give away too much in case they managed to get back to something resembling their previous lives, but gang members had to trust each other to survive.
For the time being, crazy or not, Bing had thrown his lot in with them. It was only sensible considering the circumstances. The Prison was basically a fortress, albeit one under siege. Absently adjusting the handcuff 'bracelet' on his wrist, he walked over toward the little group that was forming.
"Things not going to s**t is a cause I can get behind." he commented. "Got any tasks for us today, Warden?"
Bing couldn't quite bring himself to call Fury 'Boss'. Didn't feel right, and he could easily claim force of habit as a former prisoner, so he stuck with 'Warden'.
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Character's name: Bing Bonhomme Character's faction: Prison Character's journal link:Here Character's survival stats: View BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER A great hulk of a man. Strong, but with little muscle definition. Slick-backed blonde hair, pale blue eyes.
Athena was not, in fact, a ruffian or a perpetrator of petty theft or a criminal. Or she hadn't been, before all of this went down.
Her early nicotine withdrawal had not earned her any kinship, though, and not being a prisoner was an addition layer of separation that she found difficult to work with. Being a nurse was drastically, almost violently different than the routine she needed to endure to survive the prison yard.
Once upon a time, she'd been accustomed to being wrist deep in guts and organs, but that had been with scalpels and scrubs. Not like this.
She flickered brown eyes at the people talking to "the boss", recalcitrant at the idea of referring to him as such. He was the Warden, but her life was her own. Athena, at least, managed not to roll her eyes. ...She just looked as though she'd swallowed a few lemons.
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Character's name: athena hyperion Character's faction: prison Character's journal link:here Character's survival stats: Athena HyperionView BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTERhi.
Posted: Wed Sep 16, 2015 11:21 pm
[ medical ward ] (feel free to bug, I'm just sticking her randomly so she's somewhere before work!)
She'd said her howdy to the warden and good ol' God Dog earlier, but Adelaide was a woman always on the move. For now, the medical ward looked like it could use an extra pair of hands. That was the nice thing about the apocalypse: she had better damn job security now than she ever did before. Or maybe she was over-romanticizing her fate again, who knew.
Either way, the day began with her hands on someone else's body, and not in the way she would have preferred.
"Hold still," she shushed her patience as she took a better look at the bruise, squinting until her eyes were pinpricks of terrible blue. "You barely look like you picked a fight, kiddo. Lie on the cot a bit and suck it up."
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Character's name: Adelaide St. Pierre Character's faction: Prison Character's journal link:xxx Character's survival stats: xxx BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Stern faced, tough-loving, over the hill aged woman with graying hair tied back in a short ponytail and contrasting limpid blue eyes. 5'6" with a slight stoop, on the thin side with a gauntness to her bony face especially.
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Posted: Wed Sep 16, 2015 11:32 pm
[The Yard]
Another one approached. The Boss recognized him as one of the former inmates of the place, and not just because of the cuffs he wore on one wrist. He had been somewhat aware of what was going on behind some of the bars. The man just never made much of a point to show his hand. Sometimes, keeping things on the down low was good, at least until a good opportunity came up.
"Nothing new yet," he started, "Just some of the same old s**t. Help maintain the place, keep your skills sharp. Make sure you're not going crazy. That sort of thing."
Magnus folded his arms over his chest and flicked a gaze briefly towards Athena. For a one eyed guy, he was fairly perceptive. Or at least relatively aware of his surroundings.
"Might not be the most exciting of things to do, but every last bit helps. I'm sure I'll have some things to toss at you all before too long anyway. It never stays quiet, unfortunately."
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Character's name: Magnus "The Boss" Fury Character's faction: Prison Character's journal link:Here Character's survival stats: --HERE to search up your character and link to their bio! Make sure to plug in your character's ID. BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER: Brown hair, scarred face, patch over right eye. Might be mistaken as one of the prisoners, himself. Has an aura of intimidation. Weapon:Sniper rifle with a blade attachment, as well as a suppressor.
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Posted: Thu Sep 17, 2015 1:43 am
[The Yard]
While Kaethus had never been an avid watcher of television he felt the need to get his dose of entertainment here and there. The Yard served that purpose well enough given the circumstances. There was a loud yawn from him, stretching out as he walked out into the cool air.
"Doesn't help the smell much." He wasn't exactly subtle as he passed through a crowd of people, hopping up on top of one of the weathered tables, sitting with his legs hanging over the edge. His blue eyes glanced over to the way of the Warden and his assistant. "Man." Kaethus felt his shoulders drop and he glanced out to the fence edge rather than stare. There'd never been a time that he'd ever actually been close enough to the man to get a good look, but from what he could tell was that he was like his brother. That was enough for him to sulk back into himself. Guess it's not as entertaining today.
Not as entertaining meant he couldn't crack jokes with Aaron as loud, but the main entertainment was beyond that fence. "Heh, look at that bald one." He said to himself, staring at the fence and the undead shuffling around. His attention had caught an older man - what used to be a man - tripping over itself while trying to get at a fence. It made him laugh deeply, maybe even a little too loudly.
Now where was his dearest older brother to come enjoy this with him? He hated waiting for him.
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Character's name: Kaethus Lazaris Character's faction: Prison Character's journal link: [ #130 ] Character's survival stats: View BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER 22 years old, 5'10'' with long brown hair and blue eyes. Wearing his jumpsuit with white tank top open and the sleeves tied around his waist. A joker, full of himself but jumps into things and doesn't back down. Occasionally a dumbass. Criminal background mostly in pick-pocketing and shoplifting.
Micky's sharp eyes were everywhere, and nowhere all at once. They never settled for too long on one person, but they measured each man in seconds, or at least he'd believed they did. This left him with no real information about the civs in the yard that day, and yet he created several opinions based off of his own biased knowledge. That one was clearly up to no good. That one had nothing to offer. That one was weak, and could probably be turned-
His eyes flickered to the Warden for a brief moment, and then he let that train of thought rest. He'd already been warned once - no evangelizing. At least, not unless requested.
Oh, to have someone request it.
Instead, he shuffled all of the faces into compartments in his own head, which would serve no purpose except to give unfair advantages and equally unfair grudges when the time came to hand out extra supplies. He trusted in his own unfairness - because he knew best.
But he'd found no diamonds.
No, not yet.
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Character's name: Micky Norm Character's faction: Prison Character's journal link:here BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER Warden's Assistant at Apple Minimum Security Prison. A religious fanatic. Stubborn, discourteous, never trusting, pessimistic, and unstable. Physical description: Pale skin, incredibly well kept brown hair, intense green eyes, scruff due to being in prison. Headshot and fullbody. Weapon: Giant wooden cross with the ends sharpened. You're welcome world.
