The City RP ~Players Needed~

[Mantha8225]

((What is it a painting of?))

"I used to be. But there's no hope here, is there?" Jenna said, trying to end the conversation before it even began, in case something slipped out.

 

[Mantha8225]

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"Hah," prisoner 450209A said, "That's what the last kid said. The N.O. took care of him, though. That's the price you want to pay for freedom?"

"Look, how old are you?" said the voice. It was deep and resonating, although had a distinct spanish accent.
"I'm almost eighteen," Joshua said, "and my sister's fifteen."
"Well I'm thirteen," he offered, "so you'll fit right in here."
And then the siblings looked across at all the cells n the other side of the block. They saw face after face, one scared kid after another. All wearing too-big prison jumpsuits.

It looked like this whole jail was full of kids, nothing but kids.

Lissa gripped the bar harder. "I'll kill myself before they even try take me to wherever you're talking about," she muttered. Her sneaker grazed the bottom of the bars, and she looked down to the source of the clanging. Green and purple against the silver bars. Would look good in a painting, she thought. Her blue eyes caught sight of something she hadn't seen before- red dirt in the corner of the cell. A tiny puddle of water to go along with it. Perfect. Lissa dipped her fingers into the water and stirred the dirt into thick, red mud. Her fingers danced across the whitewashed brick wall as she painted a scene.

"They don't take you anywhere. You leave. The One makes you leave. Gone in an instant. Just poof, you're gone. Never to return again."
Seren was about to ask a question, but the voice stopped her.
"Yup, it's pretty much just us kids around here these days," said the voice from the far cell. "I've been here nine days-- I was one of the first. But in the last three days, this rat hole has really filled up."
"Do you have any idea what's going on?" Joshua asked softly, so as not to attract a guard's attention.
"Not a whole lot, jefe. But I heard some of the guards talking about a clean sweep," the voice said quietly, close to the bars. "You remember hearing about the New Order?"
"Yeah," Seren joined in, "but I wasn't really paying attention."
Okay, so you've been living inside your head... somewhere dark and nasty," said the voice. "But if it's any consolation, so was most of the rest of the country. See, the New Order is the political party that's been winning all the elections. They're in charge now. In just a few months they've gutted the old government and instituted the Council of Ones. Heard of them? The One In Command, The One Who Judges, The One Who Imprisons, The One Who Assigns Numbers, The One Who Is The One, blah, blah."
"Okay, so, the New Order. Politics," said Joshua. "What's that got to do with us?"
"They're the Law and they're the Order, amigos. They're The Ones who put us here, and they're The Ones who decide what to do with us."
"But why are they doing these unspeakable things to kids?" Seren spoke up again.
"Because we talk back? Because we're not brainwashed yet? Who knows? Why don't you ask The One Who Judges... at your trial!"
The siblings were speechless, finally having an idea about what's going on.



Jenna had been listening to their conversation, You won't get a trial. She thought contentedly. She'd make sure of that.

 

[ClucksAndPeeps]

 

"Look, how old are you?" said the voice. It was deep and resonating, although had a distinct spanish accent.

"I'm almost eighteen," Joshua said, "and my sister's fifteen."

"Well I'm thirteen," he offered, "so you'll fit right in here."

And then the siblings looked across at all the cells n the other side of the block. They saw face after face, one scared kid after another. All wearing too-big prison jumpsuits.


It looked like this whole jail was full of kids, nothing but kids.

Lissa gripped the bar harder. "I'll kill myself before they even try take me to wherever you're talking about," she muttered. Her sneaker grazed the bottom of the bars, and she looked down to the source of the clanging. Green and purple against the silver bars. Would look good in a painting, she thought. Her blue eyes caught sight of something she hadn't seen before- red dirt in the corner of the cell. A tiny puddle of water to go along with it. Perfect. Lissa dipped her fingers into the water and stirred the dirt into thick, red mud. Her fingers danced across the whitewashed brick wall as she painted a scene.

"They don't take you anywhere. You leave. The One makes you leave. Gone in an instant. Just poof, you're gone. Never to return again."
Seren was about to ask a question, but the voice stopped her.
"Yup, it's pretty much just us kids around here these days," said the voice from the far cell. "I've been here nine days-- I was one of the first. But in the last three days, this rat hole has really filled up."
"Do you have any idea what's going on?" Joshua asked softly, so as not to attract a guard's attention.
"Not a whole lot, jefe. But I heard some of the guards talking about a clean sweep," the voice said quietly, close to the bars. "You remember hearing about the New Order?"
"Yeah," Seren joined in, "but I wasn't really paying attention."
Okay, so you've been living inside your head... somewhere dark and nasty," said the voice. "But if it's any consolation, so was most of the rest of the country. See, the New Order is the political party that's been winning all the elections. They're in charge now. In just a few months they've gutted the old government and instituted the Council of Ones. Heard of them? The One In Command, The One Who Judges, The One Who Imprisons, The One Who Assigns Numbers, The One Who Is The One, blah, blah."
"Okay, so, the New Order. Politics," said Joshua. "What's that got to do with us?"
"They're the Law and they're the Order, amigos. They're The Ones who put us here, and they're The Ones who decide what to do with us."
"But why are they doing these unspeakable things to kids?" Seren spoke up again.
"Because we talk back? Because we're not brainwashed yet? Who knows? Why don't you ask The One Who Judges... at your trial!"
The siblings were speechless, finally having an idea about what's going on.



Jenna had been listening to their conversation, You won't get a trial. She thought contentedly. She'd make sure of that.

"So, they murder you? Or send you to a far off land? Get real!" Lissa kicked at the bars again. "You're insane!" The girl's blue eyes flashed angrily. "They can't brainwash me!"

 

[MollyBrownROX13]

Mae listened to the conversation between the other kids. "Calm down. Hurting your feet or having a guard beat you to death won't help anything." She pointed out to Lissa. "Nor will yelling. That'll just p*** the guards of." She leaned her head back against the cold stone wall of her jail cell.

 

[ClucksAndPeeps]

Mae listened to the conversation between the other kids. "Calm down. Hurting your feet or having a guard beat you to death won't help anything." She pointed out to Lissa. "Nor will yelling. That'll just p*** the guards of." She leaned her head back against the cold stone wall of her jail cell.

"Killing the guards will help!" She mumbled. "'Calming down' isn't in my vocabulary! Especially when my rights are being drained!"

 

[ClucksAndPeeps]

Name: Analiyah Jadiah
Age: 14
Gender: F
Personality: A rebel. Passionate about her beliefs and can talk down even the most stubborn person. Always has a witty remark in any situation that calls for one. She is extremely stubborn, and independent.
Belonging: A thin silver necklace chain that she wears around her neck. The clasp is sealed with super glue, so it is therefore almost impossible to get off.
Bio: Lived with her parents as an only child in a rural neighborhood in Maine, before she was taken to prison.
Picture/Description: Tan, blemish-free skin. Ski-slope nose, high cheekbones. Eyes are extremely blue. She has pink and orange highlights in her tossed mahogany-brown hair.
Other: She is/was an artist.

 

[Shleya Remmos]

(Lol Mantha are you just quoting from the books? Maybe i should join this rp..... boy or girl? i can do either.)

 

[Mantha8225]

((For now I basically am, as the author did such a great job... Maybe you could do a guy? There's only Joshua and Prisoner number blah-de-blah blah xD))

 

[MollyBrownROX13]

"Killing the guards will help!" She mumbled. "'Calming down' isn't in my vocabulary! Especially when my rights are being drained!"

"Maybe you should add more to your vocabulary." She said sarcastically. "Don't you realize that maybe some of us have huge headaches, and your yelling is making it worse?" She said in a calm collected voice as she looked around her cell.

 

[ClucksAndPeeps]

"Killing the guards will help!" She mumbled. "'Calming down' isn't in my vocabulary! Especially when my rights are being drained!"

"Maybe you should add more to your vocabulary. Don't you realize that all this yelling is just annoying anyone? Don't you realize that maybe some of us have huge headaches, and your yelling is making it worse?" She said in a calm collected voice as she looked around her cell.

"If these bars weren't separating us..." Lissa mumbled, rattling at the bars.