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The Hazard security prison was a prison for all races. It was the only prison in the land that housed such a wide variety of criminals, and the only one in the continent that housed all races. Inmates in Hazard ranged from lifers with high security needs to petty thieves locked up for the first time in an attempt to scare them out of a life of crime. Measures were taken on all of the magical races to eliminate their magical abilities for the duration of their stay. Mages were usually drugged, and demons were separated from their catalyst or familiars. Each case was different, but the guards certainly weren't slacking in keeping the deadly magic from them.

If You were locked in Hazard, your chances of escape were minimal to be optimistic. A Successful escape had only ever been accomplished once in the history of Hazard's operations, and those who escaped didn't even last four days before they had been captured again. Hazard was centered in the middle of a desert, where temperatures rose really high in the day, and dropped below freezing at night, so even if you did make it past the guards, the cameras, and the electric fence, navigating out of the desert was a strategical nightmare. Now, The desert wasn't really centered in the middle of the desert... it was really off center, closer to one edge by a lot then all of the others. The guards came too and from the prison via this side, most residing in the city just over the short side. Prisoners were transported into and out of the prison while under sedation along the short side as well. To keep up with the charade of them being in the center, every map marks them there, and in every conversation it is referred to as being in the center.

The prison had been built originally on top of a large granite rock, three one story buildings and a large wreck yard surrounded by a thirty foot electrified fence. The Cafeteria, Guard building, and a small cell block. They quickly realized they needed far more room, and better shelter from the desert's temperatures. The Prison was closed down, and the building of the cell block was removed. After a few years renovation the Prison re-opened with its new name, Hazard. The Cell block was rebuilt over the entrance to the prison, which now was underground. Dug into the granite were the prisoners cells, the infirmary, laundry room and other workings of the prison, only the Cafeteria, wreck yard and Guard house remained above ground.

The Underground prison was divided into three levels, the Upper Level, or Working level, With the hospital, laundry room, boiler room, guard rooms, security rooms, and other such rooms that helped the prison run itself. The Working level started thirty feet into the granite. The Second level, or housing level, was where all the cell blocks were. Modern cells that housed two prisoners at a time were carved throughout the granite. Stair wells, ladders, and elevators (For the guard's use only) connected the first two levels with each other and above ground. The Lower level, or "The Pit" was only accessible by a magical lift operated by the guards, and always under heavy surveillance. There were a hundred feet of solid granite without decent foot holds or hand holds between the pit and the housing level to keep people from accidentally wandering into the pit, or from climbing out of it. There were only a few finished cells in the pit, and it was basically a pit, surrounded by a series of tunnels that didn't lead anywhere. Instead of solitary confinement, the misbehaving criminals were taken into the pit. Here the high security and considerably violent prisoners lived out their stays at Hazard. There were no guards in the pit, and so the prisoners basically had free reign...

Shard had never seen any part of the Prison... The original verdict had her in for 12 consecutive life sentences (Life sentence; 35 years) But it was later decided that she would serve only seven of those sentences in exchange for her helping the King with his wars... For two week periods at a time she would be sent to help kill the oposing forces, and the rest of her time she spent in the prison. No, it wasn't because she'd never been to the prison that she'd never seen it, infact it could be argued she knew the prison better then most of the guards. Shard was a fire demon, and her eyes were her catalyst... If it wasn't for her agreement with the court, she would have been blinded upon entereing Hazard, instead she was fitted with a magically secured blindfold, the means of its safe removel were still unknown to her. When she went to fight, the blindfold was removed, but while in the prison, or on her way too and from it, she was kept blind.

Now Shard was on her way back from one such excursion. The red blindfold covered her eyes securely, keeping her vision and magic at bay. When she first joined the Hazard community, she was a weakling in body, never haveing had much use for it when she could just burn someone to death by looking at them wrong. Though since her stay that had changed drastically. Now she lean, with a streamlined but athletic build. Everything was fuzzy feeling as she road in the bumpy carriage thing back to the prison... She was supposed to be unconscious, she knew that for sure. She'd never been conscious on the ride to and from the prison before... But she wasn't about to tell the guards that... Something must've gone wrong with the sedative... She didn't know what, and didn't really care as they parked inside the prison. The trip had been.. Short. Perhaps it was her exhausted and half drugged mind... but it seemed awfully short period of time to drive through such a vast desert...


The demon guards brought Shard, still feigning unconsciousness, out of the truck and to the infirmary, where she would wait till the sedative was supposed to wear off... A few more hours passed, and she was roused by one of the guards... Sean was his name.

"Wakey wakey, We've just got back." Sean said, watching from the door as Shard stood. She'd spent most of her time in the infermary trying to sleep like she was supposed to be doing anyway. Her long silvery blonde hair fell to the floor behind her as she rose from the bed. Was Sean going crazy? They'd gotten back a few hours ago..... She knew that to be a fact... but decided not to question it, She'd rather go and get some food...

"Hey hey hey" Sean was talking again... Shard had made to leave the room, but found something metal blocking the doorway.

"What?" She asked, her head turning towards where Sean was. She did that only because she knew it bothered him, She normally kept her head facing forwards, as turning her head to see other people or things wasn't an issue.

"Let the doctor change your bandages then you can go."

Shard could hear his hand running through his hair, His feet shifting. Without an answer she made to leave again, but found the metal object blocking her way again. She reached out to touch it, and found it to be one of the guards weapons, a metal stick with a handle at one end sort of like a club... As she attempted to move it out of her way, she felt it move towards her, effectively pushing her backwards.

"Now C'mon Shard, you've just got back, be a good little girl so you don't have to spend the next few weeks in the pit" Sean had stepped in front of the door, and was holding his weapon aloft.

The footsteps of someone small came up behind Shard, and she turned to find the doctor behind her. She knew it was the doctor from the smell of plastic that always hung around him. She sighed and sat down on the bed again, and put her hands on her head to allow the doctor to do whatever he was going to do.

Relaxing at his captives obedience Sean leaned against the wall again. During the battle yesterday Shard had been obtained a stab wound through her lower torso. Her demon nature would have it healed in a few days, but until then they had to keep it wrapped up. Raising her white tank top, the doctor unwrapped the now redish bandages from her tan skin, washed off the wound, and replaced them with white bandages again.

Once the doctor was finished, Shard rose again, and went to leave, again. A light stinging sensation erupted on Shard's hind quarters, acompanied by a loud slapping sound. The Next sound in the room was a crashing sound as Sean fell backwards against the curtains, the bed, and the tray of things the doctor used, having been propelled by the force of Shard's curled fist...

Large Silvery bracelets covered Shard's wrists, conected to one another by a single thick metal loop as she rode down into the pit. While they were still a good ten feet off of the floor of the pit (They didn't want any of the inmates down there climbing onto the lift) Sean (now with one thuroughly black eye) poked Shard with the end of his weapon, urging her to jump off. Used to the Ruitine, Shard slid her slender legs over the side of the lift, and jumped down, rolling to absorbe the shock. After skriting upwards ten more feet in the lift, Sean threw down a key to the hand cuffs that held Shard. The tiny piece of metal bounced off of the rocks with a metalic clink each time as Shard stood, listening for its final resting place.

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Possibly about two hours ago, I was free, fighting against some man. Who knew after killing that man, and revealing my powers to a random citizen I would be Tranquillied 4 times and shoved into the back of the bus. Tranqilizers barley worked on me, but after the fourth needle I decided to play along, becuase my head was getting spinny, it felt like one of the worst hang overs yet, and it didnt help that one of the police men type people smashed a random rock over my head, so stop me from moving. Though it didnt do a verry good job of stopping me from moving adn I was able to kill him, wich is when they started Tranqulizing me.
"Wake up!" Called out an older man from the corner of a room. I slowly opend my eyes, wich were covered by a blindfold. I struggled to reach up and grab the blindfold but my hands were tighly secured behind my back. "What the hell is going on!" I yelled still attempting to shake loose the hand cuffs.

"Those are fire proof..."He laughed to loud I could tell we were is a cealed of room, becuase how well it was echoing. He stopped laughing and I could hear footstep getting closer. "Dont worry we just got your time.."He had a country type accent, and he sounded hialrious but I was in no mood to laugh.

"My time?" I asked a bit confused, but still anger piled in my voice.
"You know your Hazzard Stay? You cant get away with what you did...You got a life sentence how does the make you feel.?" He laugh.
I growled and lunged tword his voice. The handcuffs behind me were attacked to the chair and I was smalled back. I hadnt got any injuries durring the fight, but when I was being brought down to unconciousness, I obtained and few head injuries.
My head was now throbbing and I could feel my anger rising. "Dont worry it will all be over before you know it.." Again I could feel the needle go into my arm, I hated the fact they would attempt to tranquilize me over and over again, knowing it didnt work. This time was different I was feeling it alot more. "Were your going your powers will be usless..." Those were the last words I heard before I was gone.

I was in such a deep sleep that I couldnt tell if I was dead, or if I was just out, I usualy never sleep so I never new what it was like to be in a deep sleep. I was always trained to be a light sleeper, and to never trust anyone. I was now being sent to Hazzard, I slowly started regaining my conciousness, Ive heard that it was impossible to escape from, so being dead didnt sound half bad..Ive only heard rumors about Hazzard, and searving a life sentence was ridiculous. We pulled up, I was still blindfoled and every part of my body hurt.

I was dragged up to my feet, by from what I could feel a man..He pulled me out of the bus and then walked straight, finally I could feel the tempurature change and I heard the slam of gates, I was now In Hazzard and I was now sealed...

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Hazard had been a home for Eraendur for a decade or two, he has lost count of the many years that have gone by. Being an Elf, he had many more years to go before he would die from age. Hell, he personally knew Elves who had reached past nine hundred. Would Earendur spend the next seven to eight hundred years in this prison? He hoped not, life in Hazard was soul numbing. Every day he could feel bits of himself slipping into the abyss, never to return to the relatively young elf. Escape for him was damn near impossible. Every day he was drugged till he passed out, but unfortunately, Elves tend to only sleep for four hours, opposed to the normal eight of most races. Even if drugged, sleeping past four was rare for him and other members of his species. When out from the drugs, his dreams usually had something to do with his memories of being brought to Hazard those many, many years ago.

It was maybe thirty to forty years ago that Earendur was sent to Hazard until death. The trial hadn't taken long, he had no help and plenty of opposition. Then again, Earendur knew he wasn't going to get out free. For his deeds, Earendur actually deserved to go to jail. Many who knew Earendur had foreseen the event, as the normally well-mannered Elf slowly became more frustrated the months preceding the incident. Many of his fellow Elves felt shame, for their species weren't supposed to be so affected by negative emotions. Earendur felt no remorse though and he knew that his fellow Druids would have done the same thing if pushed as much as him.

Earendur was born and raised in an Elven city surrounded by large, magnificent forests. These forests were tended to by druids of varying races, but mostly other Elves. Each druid was given a section of the forest to protect and nurture. Earendur was given the one farthest away from the city, as the more seasoned druids tend to the older forests near the cities. His forest, albeit small compared to the ones of more seasoned druids, was still significantly large and magnificent. The young Elf took great care in nurturing the forest and protecting it from intruders. However, a large company of demons took interest in the forest. Through legal matters and trickery, the demons had gained legal rights to the forest Earendur owned. For months he fought against them, but the numbers of the demons was unreal. They were physically superior, but by using his superior Elf magic, he was able to hold them at bay for quite some time. Even a nearby druid would come and help out when Eraendur was in trouble. However, as time progressed, the Elf found himself losing the battle. After months of fighting back, Earendur found himself full of rage rarely seen in Elven kind. In one fell swoop, the young elf decimated an entire enclave of demons. He used his mightiest of spells and summoned powerful creatures of the elements to destroy the enclave and every demon in it.

This landed him a seat in Hazard, much to his dismay. He was constantly drugged on his way there. Due to his massacre of demons, he was beaten to a bloody pulp when the guards felt stress get the better of them. Fearing his magic might awaken even when drugged, Earendur rarely saw the outside, instead being in a completely metal room for most of the time. He was allowed out of the room to see the light once every few weeks. This caused his perfectly tanned skin to become a creamy white color. His hair even became increasingly darker. His once very light blond hair had become considerably darker. Other Elves would be ashamed to see him, as he would look so fundamentally different. Lucky for him, Hazard seemed to have very few Elven inmates.

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Marcus looked out the window of the cafeteria as he slowly ate his food. It was one of the few times of day he cherished, despite the noise of the other inmates filling his ears. Being locked up underground was simply uncomfortable for Marcus, A personality trait that followed his empathy with animals. Confinement was like a slow torture for Marcus, thought not quite in the usual sense. The only thing that lessened his sense of confinement was the animals inhabiting the prison, there were rats aplenty and a few cats to try and keep their population in check, an eagle had made a roost on top of the guard house and of course the horses stabled in he yard to pull the prisoner carts or be ridden by the guards.

He could see the horses from his seat in the cafeteria actually, but more than that he could feel them. The sense of spirit in the stallion that belonged to the warden, the contentment of the geldings eating their own feed, and the mare... she was rather more lively than usual. Unlike many of the inmates that had their powers blocked the guards had never seen the need to block Marcus' empathy, After all the kindred trait was something relatively new and rare in the world, not many people actually knew how far it could go or what it was ultimately capable of. Sadly Marcus was one of those ignorant of his potential. He was learning though, his seven years in prison hadn't stopped that.

Marcus went to scope another spoonful of soup from his bowl only to find it empty. He grabbed what was left of a bread bun as he rose and headed for the door. One more long glance out the window as he reached the door and that was it till dinner time, though the prison at night only intensified the confined feeling. Marcus stowed the bun in his tunic as he descended the ladder back to the housing level and his cell. Maybe he could coax a mouse or cat to come visit him in the mean time.

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Standing at the edge of madness; The view is good.



Only two things are infinite, the universe and human stupidity, and I'm not sure about the former. - Albert Einstein.

He sighed. How long had it been already? A rhetorical question. He didn’t even have to look at the stripes he had made on the wall of his cell, for he knew it all too well, as he stared at it every day, every hour, every damned minute. Nine days. Not that long actually, but he was already dying out of boredom. He was a Hunter, and wasn’t made for being inside, locked up! Loker wanted to roam the whole wide world, travel through the woods, explore dark and chilly caves, meet old and new friends and hunt!

Oh, how he missed the thrill of finding a trail, the adrenaline rush when he set sight of a Mythical Creature. The sudden calmness that came over him when he aimed his arrow on the most sensitive parts of the Creatures bodies. That pump-your-hand-in the-air-feeling you get when you defeat one.
But instead he sat here, walking up-and-down his cell, counting down the days, counting the numbers of bricks used in the walls, measuring his cell with his foots and hands, watching the passers-by, cursing himself for getting caught,…

How could he possibly have ended up in here? His hunt was going reasonably well, he was trailing a Hydra for a client, when those Guards showed up. Somehow -Loker suspected one of his ‘connections’ had betrayed him- they found out what he was doing, and he walked right in their ambush. He could smash his head against the wall out of shame; he, a hunter, caught by mere human Guards. Despite being accustomed to hunting and killing, Loker didn’t want to kill them. Besides, they had guns pointed at him, from a range not even a blind man could miss.

His trial didn’t last long. It was clear he was hunting a protected species, and the law wasn’t easy on him. He was sentenced to 50 years of imprisonment, and the worst part was that the prison was Hazard. It was virtually impossible to escape. Not only the security measures like an underground prison block, the video surveillance or the electric fence kept the prisoners in check, but their were other dangers as well. Even if a prisoner, with extra-ordinary luck, made it to the surface and trough the gates, there was still the deadly desert.

Being a Hunter, Loker knew what dangers there were in barren landscapes, with no shadow to hide from the burning sun. And above all, he knew there lurked some fearsome monsters in the middle of the desert, where the prison was built. It was safer around the edges of the desert, that was the home of only little predators.

Loker knew the location of the prison, because a Guard had made a little slip of the tongue. Hazard was located right in the middle of the desert, but he hadn’t seen anything of it, because he was shot down with tranquilliser guns right after his trial. He was woken up by the sound of an iron door closing, and the entering of a prison guard. The guard had told Loker everything he wanted to know, and more. He was then brought to his cell, luckily he had it for his own.

He started to pace back up and down again. Sitting here would do him no good. He had to get away from here, before he went nuts. And so, for the past nine days he had watched the guardians. Some of them were always hurrying, some of them were just as bored as he was. Some ignored the prisoners, some taunted them. He saw people going in, and not coming out. He saw people going out, and not coming back again. He saw lots of things in those nine days, but no way out.

He wondered what life was in the pit, the deepest level of the prison. At least, prisoners there could do anything they wanted, not contained in these small boxes they called cells.

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I don't care what you are doing, so much as the idiotic way that you are doing it.

“Mary Elizabeth Draven, you are hereby sentenced to 30 days in Hazard.”
A small uproar erupted in the court room, not because the sentence was harsh, but because many attending thought it was too lenient. The judged banged his gavel vigorously to regain order in his court room. He turned back to the scrawny black-haired girl before him. “Do you have anything to say to this court?”

Jinx nodded brightly, “You know? Actually I do. Did you know that the prosecutor is having an affair with your daughter and that your wife has over $100,000.00 in gambling debts racked up with…”

“Your honor!” The prosecutor leapt to his feet and shouted over Jinx as she rattled off things best left unsaid. The judge’s face turned a bright red and a vein popped out on his forehead in a dangerous way. “Bailiff, get her out of my court room! An extra 30 days for contempt of court!” He then leveled his gaze on the prosecutor, “I want to see you in my chambers!” The court room exploded in shouts and questions as Jinx is dragged off, but she never shuts up as she is easily lifted and spirited to a waiting van.

“No seriously, also I found out there’s a small tram system under the court house that old-time judges used to…” She feels the sting of the needle jabbed into her arm and sedative courses through her veins. “Aww…no fair.” And her world goes black.
Jinx wakes an unknown time later when she’s being bodily lifted from the van to a gurney so she can be transported to the infirmary. She giggles compulsively and slaps her had over her mouth making her manacle chains rattle. “Damn it. She’s waking up! Hit her again.”

“I don’t want to kill her for Christ’s sakes. She’s got no body mass at all.”

“You idiot, she’s a demon! Hit her again.”

“Yep! Big, bad nasty demon..Rawr! Rawr!” She mimicks claws with her hands and falls into another fit of giggling. “Better watch out for m….”

She doesn’t get to finish her sentence when the effects of the sedative drag her down into oblivion once more.

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"I don't get into trouble. I have adventures!"

RPs I'm in:
Hazard - Jinx
Searching for the New Horizon - T'ra

After the 101st round through his cell, Loker was not only dizzy, but also desperate to get out. He thought that, maybe, if he caused a big enough ruckus, they would throw him down to the deepest levels of Hazard, the pit. He would still be a captured, but at least he would be able to wander more than ten feet before hitting a wall.
The fact that their was no chance of escape from the pit was no real bother for him. Heck, he wasn’t even able to escape from this cell!

The only real problem were the people down there. They were said to be the toughest, meanest and most dangerous men in this kingdom, and they did like they wanted down there. It was like a little kingdom inside the kingdom, one with his own rules and without any mercy.
At the time of his 110th round, Loker was sure about his plan. He would start to trash around the little things there were in his cell, and if the prison guards came, he would cause them so much trouble they would have no other option then to throw him in the pit.

His wooden bed was surprisingly strong , and it took him five minutes to break off a piece. Now, let’s get this party started! And he began to hammer everything with his piece of wood. The bed, the iron bars, the door,…and he did it with such force he soon had to break off another plank from the bed.
Meanwhile, the other inmates were aware something was happening, and some were already screaming for the guards to come.
Good, Loker thought, scream as loud as you can. And he started to trash around again, hitting the walls and adding his breaking and cracking noises to the screams of the prisoners.

It didn't took long for the guards to show up. Soon there were five guards standing before his cell door, ordering him to quit; and when they saw he wasn’t planning to , threatening him. Loker didn’t pay any attention to them. He had to make them a lot angrier to let them throw him into the pit, so he continued hitting the walls and door, and prepared himself for when they decided to come in.

When the second piece of wood shattered in his hands, the guards quickly unlocked the door and entered his cell, grabbing his arms and trying to pull him down against the floor. But now the narrow room worked in Loker’s advantage. Only two of the guards could grab him, and the other three could do nothing but watch when Loker suddenly turned himself, pushing one guard with his head against the wall. He had to let go of Loker’s arm, and Loker quickly turned his attention to the other guard, who tightened his grip around his arm and reached for Loker’s other arm, still trying to pull him down.

Loker deliberately let him take his one free arm, and while the guard pulled them together on Loker’s back, with the intention to force him on the ground, Loker swung his foot backwards. The guard, expecting something like that, moved to the right, dodging the attack. But then Loker suddenly jumped backwards. The guard, surprised with this unforeseen movement, couldn’t regain his footage in time and hit the wall hard.

With two guards down in less than 20 seconds, the remaining guards grabbed their weapons. They had no guns, because of the fear the prisoners could steal it from them, but short, metal sticks. Loker was defenceless against the armed guards, and soon it was raining down hits on him. He collapsed, and nearly lost his consciousness when they continued hitting and kicking him.

When they finally stopped, and he could regain his breathing, Loker felt he was being picked up and dragged out of his room, into the hall, to the lift. He produced a weak little smile. Goal accomplished. Pit, here I come.
With cruel grins on their faces, knowing what awaited him downstairs, the guards kicked him a last time, and threw him on the platform of the lift.
The platform started shaking, and moved. Down, down, and further down they went. Loker saw the perfectly flat walls, and knew he could never climb up against them.

The lift stopped, and Loker, still lying on the platform, looked around but saw nothing that looked like an entrance or tunnels. Then one guard kicked him again, and he rolled over. It was then he noticed that the platform of the lift didn’t take all the space in the shaft. He hadn’t seen it from his point of view, lying in the middle of the floor, but there was some 3 meter of open space between the walls and the lift.
He could already guess what was going to happen, and readied himself. When he was rolled over the edge of the platform, he could see it was still 15 feet to the ground. This was going to hurt.

He tried to balance himself in the air, and come down on his feet, but didn’t succeed. He came down on his knees and hands, slightly breaking his fall, but they collapsed immediately under him due to the impact. Spitting out the sand in his mouth, and still dizzy because of the heavy blow, Loker looked around and knew he had been extremely lucky. He had landed on a pile of sand instead of the hard rocks. It must have been gathered there due to the desert sand, sticking under or in the boots of the guards and inmates, that had come loose and created this pile.
But he really considered this to be his lucky day when he saw a metal key sticking out of the sand, with his pointy top up, only 2 fingers away from where his head had come down.

Checking if his body was not too damaged from the beatings and the fall, he slowly positioned himself against the wall to rest. His whole body hurt, but it seemed as if nothing was broken. Only some bruises and cuts. It was only then he noticed a dark shadow standing against the opposite wall of the lift shaft.

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I don't care what you are doing, so much as the idiotic way that you are doing it.

Marcus had managed to coax an animal to his cell, a large grey tabby who had proceeded to sit on his lap and nibble on the bread he had brought back while he read a book. It wasn't a common sight to see one of the resident cats sitting calmly with one of the prisoners, After some of the things he had seen in Hazard, Marcus had decided the phrase 'more than one way to skin a cat' had originated here. But the cats felt safe around Marcus, as well they should, he would sooner attack a fellow humanoid before he attacked one of the animals. After all, he didn't hear people screaming in his head when they were hurt or killed.

Really Marcus preferred the company of animals to other people anyway. They were easier to work out, they hunted when they were hungry, killed only for food or out of self defence. And they didn't hate, at least not the majority of them. He had sensed a few in the past that had come close to what he would consider hate, through he had considered it well justified. a hate borne deliberate of mistreatment for no other reason than because the animal was weaker than they. Marcus wasn't sure if these feelings were a result of his empathy or the reason for it, he had given up trying to understand why he had his gift years ago, now he just accepted it and tried to understand the gift itself.

Feeling a spike of fear from the tabby, Marcus looked up from his book to see his cell mate had returned from wherever it was he had been. The cat almost knocked the man over as it dashed out of the cell. "Gods be damned." The man said as he regained his footing. "Damnit Marcus, half the inmates want to eat those you know, we could make so real cred if you could just snap their necks when they come in here." It wasn't the first time his cell mate had mentioned this particular idea of his. Initially Marcus' reaction had been violent, almost getting himself thrown into the pit. The man never pressed the idea though, and half the time didn't even mean it when he said it, meaning it as something to just strike up talk. It didn't stop Marcus from disliking the guy, but it was enough to stop him from trying to kill the man every time he said it. Instead Marcus just looked up at him from his bunk and gave him a fury coated stare as if to say 'When my corpse rots in hell the answer would still be no.' His cell mate shrugged and climbed up onto his own bunk while Marcus went back to reading his book.

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Standing at the edge of madness; The view is good.



Only two things are infinite, the universe and human stupidity, and I'm not sure about the former. - Albert Einstein.

Jinx’s eyes fluttered open as the sedative begins to wear off. She was lying on a hard stainless steel gurney in an infirmary with a sickly green paint on the walls and a sterile tile floor. The prison Doctors had yet to come to question her in order to determine the source of her power, her threat level and how best to negate that. She yawned and stretched, then hopped off the table with a surprising display of uncommon stealth. Slipping to the heavy iron door to the room she was kept in, she rose on tiptoes to peer out to the room beyond. Seeing no one, she felt about in her wild, razored black hair and after a second or two of searching. She produced a crude lock pick with a brilliant grin. Humming softly to herself and with a tongue stuck out, she bent to the lock set in the door of her room. She worked and tinkered and huffed. More tinkering and wrinkled nose face-making and still nothing happened. She stamped her foot in frustration and straightened after almost 10 full minutes of working on the lock. Scratching her head in complete confusion, she started at the door as if willing it to give up its secret. Suddenly she groaned and tried the knob. Sure enough, it opened easily under her hand. It had never been locked to begin with.

She shook her head at herself and secreted the lock pick away in her hair once more. Sneaking out into the larger room, she saw a desk, files and other doors evidently leading to rooms similar to her own. On a peg hung a guard’s uniform. Listening, she can hear the sounds of conversation in one of the rooms beyond. Biting her lower lip and with no real plan in her head, Jinx steals forward and lifts the uniform carefully from the peg and bundles it up. Now that she’s closer, she can hear that some medical procedure is evidently underway in the room beyond. That explains the uniform. While curiosity nearly kills her, she realizes that it’s time to go.

Jinx turns to head back toward a door with a window that had a hallway beyond. With her sense of direction, she figured she’d find some open ground and fly out of here with little trouble. She had the vaguest impression of the direction that the paddy wagon had come from on the way here. And she was able to the guess the amount of time they’d travelled from the time the 2nd sedative had taken to wear off. At least that made sense to her. It was her theory and she liked it. Nodding to herself, she ran lightly toward the door. Mere inches before she reached it, the door opened and a guard coiling a rope in his hands enters.

The pair collides with a resounding thud. The guard and Jinx fall across the threshold in a tangle of arms, legs and lengths of rope. Cursing and growling the guard tries grabbing Jinx and shout for help at the same time. But, with a high-pitched meep of alarm, she jams the bundled up uniform against his face, muffling his shouts. They struggle on, but Jinx has the advantage as she is smaller, lighter and able to avoid the worst of the entangling effects of the rope. She shifts from human to raven to human again to slip the worst of the coils and still keep the bundle pressed against the guard’s face. After long minutes of rolling and fighting together, the guard finally grows weaker from lack of air and grows still. Battered, bruised and panting from exhaustion, Jinx leaps to her feet. The rope is still draped about her shoulders, hips and one leg. Her luck doesn’t get any better because when Jinx begins to untangle herself; the operating room door opens, with the exiting Dr, with several guards. The men emerge still in their blood-covered scrubs. Spying her immediately, they shout and start running in her direction.

“Oh shit!” Jinx squeaks when the guards start running for her. Without really thinking, she bends to grab the bundled uniform and takes off down the hallway at a blistering run trailing the ends of the rope wrapped around her skinny body. Dodging down long hallways and corridors, she passes cells. The prisoners within erupt in shouts and catcalls after her and the pursuing guards. She trips on the rope twice, but manages to duck into other long hallways and double back to avoid imminent capture. Jinx knows she’s quickly running out of time. Where was open sky in this place? She thought desperately. She kept running, seeking an opening. She rounds another corner that looks just like the one before when it hits her. Something…safe…? She didn’t understand what it was or why she felt it. She didn’t think real hard about it, she just heads for it on instinct alone.

Barreling along, she could feel it getting stronger. That sense of safety, a sense of…Wait! She’d passed it! Jinx skidded to a halt so abruptly, she falls onto her ass. Scrambling back up, she grabbed the bars of the cell she felt ‘It’ in. Peering inside, she spies a slender young man with scruffy black hair, pale blue eyes, a bit of a 5-o-clock shadow along his jaw and a tuft of beard on his chin. He quirks a surprised brow at her, but doesn’t speak. She can hear the guards pounding down the hallways toward her. Just as Marcus looks as if he might question her, she darts into his cell with a harshly whispered, "Hide me!" Before he can object, Jinx dives beneath his bunk just as a pack of guards thunder past. Several seconds later a large raven struts out from beneath Marcus’ bunk and tilts her head at him with a bright, curious glint in its eyes.

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"I don't get into trouble. I have adventures!"

RPs I'm in:
Hazard - Jinx
Searching for the New Horizon - T'ra

Marcus felt the presence moments after the cell block erupted into catcalls and jeers. At first he was rather confused, the mind he felt seemed intelligent, as thought the emotion he could feel was being tempered by an aware mind rather than the usual animal instinct he felt. Initially he wasn't even sure if that was the case or not as he had never felt mind like it. It seemed to him like he imagined the mind of a worried human would feel. Of course that was impossible right?

He didn't really have a lot of time to think about it though as the presence was getting closer fast, as were the shouts of the guards and other inmates getting louder. When the skinny black haired girl ran past his cell before quickly turning around and coming back. Marcus was shocked his eyebrows shooting up in response. She was the mind he could feel? How could that even be possible? Again there was no time to spare for thought as the girl rushed into his cell and whispered harshly for him to hide her, though he didn't get a chance to reply as she dived under his bunk and a pack of guards ran past the cell.

He was about to look under the bunk and tell the girl the guards had passed as the raven came out. Only one eyebrow raised this time as he scratched his chin. 'That would explain a few things' he thought. Looking at the raven he muttered something under his breath "Well now, That's a good trick." His cell mate on the other bunk was practically dumbfounded, his mouth hanging open and his eyes wide. "Close you mouth Max, just pretend you didn't see anything." Marcus said to him, Max nodded and rolled over to stare at the wall, all the while planing to use the first excuse he could to go tell the guards. Max was after all the sort of guy that would do almost anything to try and make life easier for himself. Marcus refocused his attention on the raven again. "Can you talk like that." he asked.

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Standing at the edge of madness; The view is good.



Only two things are infinite, the universe and human stupidity, and I'm not sure about the former. - Albert Einstein.