The City RP ~Players Needed~

[Mantha8225]

((I said that nobody could hear her!!! Please, be realistic. Your character can't know everything that's going on. Plus, the people next to her are snoring))

 

[ClucksAndPeeps]

( Gee, I didn't see it. Sorry. )

 

[Mantha8225]

((It's fine. Can you please just change it?))

 

[ClucksAndPeeps]

((Ya))

~~~~~ Skip ahead two days ~~~~~

Seren woke to the sound of children crying. She sat up and looked out from the bars. Another load of children had been brought in. "Why are they doing this?" she asked herself. She could hear her brother snoring deeply in the cell next to her, and could just make out the heavy breathing of Prisoner 450209A beyond him. Most of the rest of the jail was quiet, save for the people who were snoring.

Jenna was already awake. She had been for the last few hours. "Any time now..." she mumbled to herself, quieter than her last countdown, so nobody would hear her. She checked the faint black lines on her arm again, making sure that they were all there. Yup, so why can't they hurry up?!? she thought anxiously.

Analiyah mumbled in her sleep. She let out a sigh, and her eyes opened. Her finger automatically went to her neck, where she gripped the silver chain that hung around her neck.

 

[Shleya Remmos]

Brandon was facing the wall away from the bars, semi-conscious. He had learned how to sleep like this a while back. His mind wandered aimlessly but occasionally he would think of something and it would be brought to his full attention. He carefully filed it away, his mind returned to wandering. Another perk to sleeping like this was that no one could sneak up on him. The slightest irregular noise would alert him, so he would know what was going on without seeming to care or notice. That way, he was the most unlikely threat, but a big one none-the-less. He shifted his position slightly and pressed his forehead to the cooling stone. It was unusually quiet, even for a time where everyone should be asleep. He could hold back mounting adrenaline. He could feel a slight tension to the air. Something was wrong. Brandon didn't know how he could tell, he just did. it was like when there was a pop quiz and almost everyone hadn't been paying attention. Almost.
(Are they feeding them in here? Cause in the book it said they weren't right?)

 

[Shleya Remmos]

( I'm from Iceland. I say aye all the time. It's not Australian. It's an Icelandic thing. )

(Sorry, I'm just so used to stereo types. I'll keep that in mind.)

 

[ClucksAndPeeps]

( I'm from Iceland. I say aye all the time. It's not Australian. It's an Icelandic thing. )

(Sorry, I'm just so used to stereo types. I'll keep that in mind.)

( It's also a British thing, too. Well, Iceland is part of Europe. )

 

[Shleya Remmos]

(well the truth of the matter is i'm an all out, lazy american.... It's much easier to type I then Aye...

)

 

[ClucksAndPeeps]

( Gee, I have to many things in me to count. Icelandic, Maltese, Cherokee tribe, and... Some Irish, I believe. I'm not American, so I guess I'm not lazy < except for the Cherokee )

 

[Mantha8225]

((thanx. I'm bringing Lissa out of solitary btw))

A guard walked over to a solitary, reinforced with three other guards. They reluctantly opened a cell where there was a girl(Lissa). She seemed to have calmed down after two days, and they had worse prisoners than her to take care of. The girl was still asleep and they hurriedly sedated her, snapping on hand- and ankle-cuffs on her. They half-carried, half-dragged her out, and threw her into her old cell. They didn't bother to take the cuffs off of her. The guards firmly shut the door and locked it before the girl was conscious again. Thus done, another group of guards dragged a unconscious kid over to the girl's old cell in solitary.