Noiz (based on him)Minis account name: Steal
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Employment: Inmate
Faction: District 2 Prison,
Character description:
Height: 6'
Weight: 169lbs (Heavy muscled)
Hair: pale blond
Eyes: Golden
Extra: and he is covered in piercings - 5 tongue studs (3 down the middle one on either side) 3 navel, 3 each hand (between thumb and index), one each n****e, 2 in right eyebrow, 5 in left ear(three loops and two bars), two lower lip, 1 in bridge of nose. (Others in more private areas XD )
always seeking details and memorizing what may come in handy later.
Vayne's punk style shows just how much he disdains mainstream, and his attitude fully reflects all of that being rather cold. He ignores anything that he doesn't like and has snide comments ready. He is very attentive though, taking notes in his mind and paying attention to details that most would care very little for.
Negatives: Sharp attitude that is off putting.
Ignores anything that he doesn't care about
Positive: High energy, able and willing to do dangerous things to get stuff done
Keen eye for details, able to pick up hints and clues.
Do I own any characters in the shop? Y
DAY ZERO ENTRY PROMPT:
It was bad enough to be here in the prison, but when things hit the fan in a place like this, they REALLY hit the fan. It was still a short time before lights out, and Vayne had all intentions to take every moment he had, planning to get out meant that he had to take note of everything, but when the lights just suddenly shut off he couldn't help but make a small sound of shock. This was not normal at all. When incarcerated it was important to keep everything patterned well, there was no telling what would set off the others.
Kicking out his feet, he slid off of his bunk and took a look around, keeping as silent as he could. Something was not right. It may have had something to do with that virus thing that was going around, driving the other inmates insane, making them do things that were even worse than what had got them in here to start with.
Crossing his arms over his chest he moved silently, pushing on the door to her cell, which creaked open slowly, letting his slide out and pad through the halls. It was then that he noted all the yelling, strange gibbering sounds from some, and screams from others. It sent chills down his spine. Yes, there were calls about sickness and he knew that it was going to get way worse around here before it got better. It was then that someone started running down the hall toward her, blood running from their lips, eyes wide. He backed up fast and the figure stopped, starting to savage another inmate.
"Shi...oh s**t.." he made a small hissing sound and backed up. There was time to be a mean a** and time to get the hell out of dodge before you get killed, and this was the latter. he raced down the hall away from the insane figure, and all around her he noted that others were doing the same thing. It was worse... he had to get out of here. Noting a door half open she ran toward it, shutting it behind her when she noticed it was a supply closet. No one was there, just her and he blocked it to keep himself safe. He had to wait for the screaming to stop.
There was nothing else she could do, just hide there and wait. Soon it would end... one way or another. He hoped.
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