Isafaro Prison Blues (Open)

[Kasey Fitzpatrick]

Kasey kept her tail wrapped snuggly around her slim waist as she was led handcuffed into the prisoner transfer room at the detention center, flanked on both sides by robotic guards.

"Sit." The one on her right says as they come up to the benches, and she obliges before they force her to anyways. She throws a look around the room as the two robots turn and leave her, sliding the barred door shut behind them. Taking advantage of the moment alone, she works quickly and manages to get her shackled wrists under her feet and brings them to her front.

A couple minutes later, one of the other doors opens, and a man in uniform enters, giving her a quick once-over before he jerks his head, indicating for her to follow.

She stands swiftly and obeys, following the man deeper into the facility, subtly testing the strength of her restraints to little avail. The human guard leads her down a winding series of corridors until they come upon the cell that is to be Kasey's.

The guard unlocks the cell and then grabs Kasey by the wrists, pulling her close. Her eyes widen as he pulls out an electronic collar of some sort and clamps it shut around her neck, leaving it loose enough that she doesn't choke. She remains motionless as he then unlocks her shackles and pushes her into the cell.

She turns back to face him as he slides the cell door shut and strides off, the bastard whistling a tune as he goes.

She waits until she can no longer hear his footsteps and then goes and sits on the edge of the bed, putting her elbows on her knees and her face in her hands as she finally allows herself to cry at the permanent loss of her freedom.

[Insanity Renaissance]

As Kasey was making herself... comfortable in her new cell, a body in the cell across from hers lay asleep, sprawled across the floor, which, given the content look on the young woman's face, was more comfortable than the bed that was issued to her. As the Mai began to cry however, the silver-haired girl began to stir as her eyebrows furrowed slightly, seemingly annoyed at the disturbance. Muttering something underneath her breath she rolled over onto her other side, unconsciously putting a hand over her ear exposed to the cold, prison air. However, when the noise did not stop, her body began to reboot, telling her it was time to get up and turn that damned noise off.

Jezebel Periwinkle Maddox rose from the ground with a tired look in her pale eyes, glaring through the wall at the person who she knew was sobbing because they got imprisoned. 'Baby.' Groaning for a moment, she stretched her limbs, her joints cracking as she did so before rubbing her eyes and making her way towards the tiny window she had in her cell. Usually that window was shut, but the guards always found that it would be open no matter how many times they closed it.

With tired eyes, the prisoner pulled out an object and held it to her mouth, leaning against the wall. The silence was then interrupted by a tune. One could possibly find the almost stereotypical harmonica tune to be amusing, though most would probably be more concerned as to how a completely unarmed prisoner would come across a harmonica in a prison of all places, but then again, Jezebel liked to think of herself as a “temporary resident.”

After finishing her quick song, Jezebel stared rather nonchalantly at her new neighbor's cell as Kasey's small door opened as well due to some unseen force. Then, in a rather calm, and someone amused voice, the teen called out.

“So, you come here often?”


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word count: 329
company: Kasey
injuries: none
music: that damned harmonica song
ooc: a hurp a durp and HERE'S SWARM

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[Zabuza Midareta]

Kavalshek stood in the corner of the long hallway along the jail cells. He puffed at the last bit of his cigar and flicked onto the ground, stomping on the flame. That's when the woman came in, lead by the man. A questioning look came to his face as he was not expecting anybody new. He watched as the man left, and the woman started sobbing. He walked across the hall toward the door where the man had gone, with his AK across his chest. He opened the door and was in pursuit of the man. "Hey, I don't remember getting a report of anyone new showing up today," Kavalshek spoke with his heavy Russian accent. The man turned around and with a smirk on his face, "This one just showed up today. Truth be told I wasn't expecting it either," The man said with a shrug as he turned around and walked away down to the office.

Kavalshek spun on his heal and headed back to the containment area. As he walked in he heard the last bit of an old American tune of a harmonica play, which he ignored. He headed back to the corner to pull out another cigar when he heard a door open. He spun around and pulled up the AK to his shoulder. It was a jail cell that was open. "So if you two tell me what you are in for, I might just let you out," he spoke letting agrin come across his face