Deadman Wonderland: Rebellion ( IC Thread )

[Axey McMurder]

(( OOC Thread is here ))

Carlos wandered down the halls of the Deadman Wonderland facility, taking in what little 'sights' there were to take in. His dormitory-style room was closer to the Corpse Carnival Arena than he liked, so a walk was not uncommon for the latino man. Certainly, he enjoyed a bit of violence now and again... but the Corpse Carnival was simply tasteless brutality. He preferred to treat violence almost like it was an art form, as he did most of the more emotion-based physical acts. Sex, Violence, and even Laziness on occasion... all were beautiful to him. And to enhance one's experience, Carlos was not shy about encouraging the use of narcotics. But... this did not mean he was a free spirit. No... Carlos was a gang leader, and one that was fairly feared back when he was free. He once even tortured someone by performing the ancient viking Blood Eagle on them... then pushing their lungs back into their body and having them stitched up. The gangbanger never crossed Carlos again.

Making his way into the cafeteria, Carlos saw that today was a BBQ day. ... as usual when frustrated, Carlos ranted briefly in spanish. "Por el amor de Dios, esa cosa es grave." Indeed... Carlos strongly disliked American BBQ. He much preferred greek cuisine above all else, to be honest. "Oh well. I can always get a snack later from my room." Yeah... since getting here, Carlos had earned enough Cast Points to keep the toxins at bay and his room fully stocked with a small assortment of foostuffs, ready-to-eat snacks, and soft drinks. As well as paying for the allowance for a very small carving knife so he could pursue his hobby of wood carving. In fact, many of the Deadmen had at least one of his small little carvings. Usually just simple animal carvings... they were always fairly detailed, and painted to match their real-life counterparts. The only people who DIDN'T have one of his popular carvings, in fact... were people who had shown themselves to be judgemental or racist. They got nothing from Carlos.

And so... his wanderlust not really sated, he returned to his room and switched on the small toaster-oven he had purchased several weeks before. He was going to make something for himself. Shortly thereafter, most of the other Deadmen would be able to smell a familiar scent wafting through the halls near Carlos' room. Tonight he would make Moussaka, and as usual he would likely have enough to share with a couple of other people, should they not want to have the BBQ being served in the cafeteria. And as always when he cooked, Carlos would follow it up with a generous number of Kourabiedes Cookies. Again, more than enough to share. Today was a good day for Carlos so far. Hopefully it would stay that way.

[ice23652365]

Senji Takamura was in his cell in G-block. The Block in Deadman Wonderland nobody except a few knew about. There was a small television on in the room. "Carnival of corpses recap!" The voice from the Tv said, "Pelican versus Pigeon. of coruse Pigeon was no match for Pelican, so she ended up being defeated easily. Now, to the punishment game!" Senji looked up from his puzzel he was working on. He watched a girl strapped to a chair looking scared. He was on the edge of his seat. "Heart..." Senji he kept thinking. Finally a woman in a doctors coat rolled out a Robot looking slot machine. The slots started to spin. Senji wasn't listening, but watching. He saw the girls mouth move and the wheels stopped. "Heart." It read. Senji licked his lips. He watched intentely as the girl was strapped to a chair laying down. The girl was operated upon and blood was everywhere, she was screaming and Senji loved every moment of it. She stopped moving after awhile and the Television turned off. He heard his cell door unlock. "Free time" A voice said. Senji exited his room and made his way to the cafeteria. He grabbed his food and walked to a small bar area that was set up for his fellow gang members. He always ate there alone since nobody showed up until around 6 at night. Yet, he never came there unless there was a meeting. He was nothing like his fellow gang members. Most of them didn't want to kill others, but that's all Senji wanted. He finished his food and walked back to his 'room'.

In his cell Senji saw a note. He opened it up, "Meeting tonight" The note read. Senji sighed. Snji went back to his puzzel he left on the floor.



Zenkai Kira, or Kira, was sitting in a room that sort of looked like a penthouse. He had called a meeting for all the Deadman loyal to him to come. He had to discuss a few things with them regarding the gang trying to break out of Deadman Wonderland. He toyed with sword that was next to him and waited for people to show up. He had a lot to discuss with them mostly about how a small gang might cause a little trouble and how we need an inside man to give information to him. He also needed to discuss the up coming Carnival of Corpses, which he was going to rig. He just needed to choose the best enemy for the person he wanted dead. It was the small gangs leader Carlos. He thought about people that could possibly take out Carlos. "I have to test them all." Kira told himself. He paced around the room for a bit thinking on how to test them. "Dog race to the extreme?" he thought. "No, some would go crazy and kill normal prisoners and we can't have that." Kira glanced at the clock. He would decide on a later date.

[KenzieRoo]

Red sat quietly in her room, sketching lightly in a plainly bound white notebook. But that is completely irrelevant to the situation at hand. There are two things about Red that are important to know. One, she's nice to a fault she wouldn't hurt a fly, literally. With one exception, if no one minds the fight she likes a good brawl. It's intense and thrilling, but she would never purposefully break something, and would absolutely never go for the kill. Maybe that's less important, and just a thing to keep in mind. Two, she's a bit naive and misinformed. Giving her current situation this is not hard to believe. And it being any other way would be at the lest very strange. Red has appeared in apart of the world that could not be described through any literary form in existence, and hell is short in describing it by a few hundred lightyears.

This hell isn't the reason Red is misinformed, it is because of the lack of prior knowledge. Red has lierally appeared here, or at lest in her mind. Her memory is a blank, not even a name to sketch a picture of the past. Her name Red is a shortened version of her nickname Red Beak, which is ironically short for Red Beak Finch. Red Beak is a name for a special game in this hell, Carnival of Corpses. Red not only being nice, naive, and misinformed is shy. This not making her information build up any faster.

So right now Red is sitting in her room sketching, and not even relizing the hell around her. And maybe this makes her more deadly, scary, and more disturbing. Because she thinks this is all a game, everyone is having fun, and most importantly she has nothing to loss.

[Azure Sky]

"Hey, Hawk! You can go now! Remember, don't start fights or try to throw guys against each other out there....." the guard reminded the boy. He seriously couldn't mean that, right? I mean, this was Nanda Aotsuki we're talking about. The holder of the "Most Times in Solitary Confinement" record inside Deadman Wonderland and, most of all, in Block G. Of course he wasn't going to listen to that. The only thing that made this place fun, besides from the occasionally thrilling Corpse Carnival, was the idea of manipulating these little worms under his foot, those called Deadmen, and drawing them to very interesting and VERY exhilarating fates..... of course, all of which orchestrated by himself. Walking down the hall, he could hear the screams of someone. Must be a Punishment Game...... It must be gruesome this time... Meh, doesn't interest me that much. he entertained his thought with that. Although he spent about 3/4th of his time in solitary, he wasn't allowed to customize it with Cast Points, so he didn't even have a TV in there. All he could carry was a small notebook and a pen, which were always in the inside pocket of his jacket.

Opening the door to his room, he realized just how dusty it was. He really needed to clean it........ Sighing, he went ahead and dusted it up in a few minutes. He was better than everyone else, so his belongings had to be neater than everyone else's as well. He couldn't be shamed with the fact he had a dirty room in his list of possessions. Finally done, he inserted his card into a vending machine, which he had bought into his room, and got a pack of chips. Throwing himself onto bed, he tuned the TV onto the Deadman Wonderland generic channel, which basically showed the attractions that were happening at the moment. It was so fun to watch and predict who would be the next idiot to be crowned..... and the worms that would get even lower inside this place's pecking order. The dog race was on. While not especially his favorite, some good came out of it. It was the most mainstream attraction in the whole park, so he had seen most of the juicy parts when he had first gotten this room and had nothing to do while waiting for his next match.

[simian]

Macho was engrossed in thought in his cell. He lay uncomfortably flat on his bed passing a wooden carving of a penguin back and forth from hand to hand. Macho's investigation was still at a solid dead end, the only clue to his incarceration still being the mute man's note. Frustration enveloped his face as he held the carving up into the air making fierce eye contact with it's dead little eyes. He was getting increasingly angered, building up like a furnace before finally his contorted face broke into laughter and confusion took rule over his face, 'Peculiar! Even staring at this carving is starting to make me hungry.' he thought, picking himself up.

As Macho prepared to leave his cell he grabbed a small leather bound notebook with a pen strapped to it. So far this was his best buy with cast points and was relatively empty considering. Flipping open the pages revealed nothing but a couple of doodles, the words 'Where is Rubik?' and on the back page, 'Macho's Must-Do List'.

Macho's Must-Do List
- Prove my innocence!
- Solve the case of the High Society Murders.
- Become the world's #1 Detective.
- Find and interrogate the mute man. Somehow???
- Talk to Carlos. Discover whether Carlos is trustworthy. ✓
- Talk to Carlos.

Macho, Fully aware he wasn't socially savvy had decided today was the day to attempt enlisting Carlos' help. Simple observations revealed Carlos was well informed about the happenings in Block G but Macho couldn't simply approach a man he didn't know and protest his innocence. His initial investigation of Carlos led him to join the Freedom Fighters almost three months ago. He was familiar with the entire group albeit a bit of an outsider.

The smell of char grilled meat swept the hall as Macho approached the canteen. He asked for a veggie burger and sat down, contemplating how to begin his discussion with Carlos. The room was beginning to get crowded, more and more people flocking in for BBQ. Macho was shoved closer and closer to the edge of the bench, His intuition was tingling. Macho had a bad feeling something was about to go down in the cafeteria, All these criminals cooked up in such a small room.

[Zamokra41]

Shiki rose from his bed feeling soar all over, a headache starting creep through his skull. He rubbed his eyes and lazily stood up, slightly toppling to the side and leaning on the wall next to his bed, he did not sleep well last night. "How could I?" he asked himself in his mind. Indeed, how could he? How could he simply lay down and rest when knowing that some bastard of the Undertakers was keeping his precious little sister, Akiko, hostage? He hasn't seen her in days, he hasn't heard of her, no one else seems to know her as if she never were here. The only thing Shiki had to put his mind to rest was that small note he found in his room which mentioned that 'Akiko will be safe if you follow instructions precisely when given'. Shiki gritted his teeth in anger and punched the wall in frustration. He wanted to question everyone, he wanted to yell, he wanted to curse, but he could do neither. After his last punishment game he was left with no voice. He couldn't speak, he couldn't make a sound. Which meant he couldn't tell anyone anything, especially the Freedom Fighters. The punishment game was most probably rigged by the same Undertaker that kidnapped his sister, it was a good way of ensuring Shiki's 'silent compliance'. He has no choice but to follow their instructions...for now. Yet it has been days since Akiko's 'disappearance' and not a word from any Undertaker or their agents. Regardless, he was sure that once they needed him for something then he would know.

Shiki swept his long auburn hair out of his face and put on his prison uniform, he supposed he should consider it a good thing that this collar was hiding the ugly scar on his neck. Which reminded him. He searched through his pocket and found a small piece of candy in a pink-and-white stripped wrapper. "Bitter pill of life..." he thought as he undid the wrapper and munched on the candy which kept the poison at bay for another few days. He would need to restock on a few more pieces of candy soon enough, but for now he should see what this day brings and wait to see if those sons of bitches would decide to finally contact him. As he walked though the hallway he saw the many inmates of the G-Block passing him by. All of them were Deadmen, like him, all of them had the Branches of Sin and there was no telling what powers they had. Further more, anyone one of them could be a potential enemy in the Corpse Carnival. Yet all this didn't seem to prevent friendship between some of them as they even formed a secretive group called the Freedom Fighters which plan to find a way and bust out of Deadman Wonderland. Shiki and his sister were part of the group but soon after they enlisted the Corpse Carnival which pitted them against each other started and of course he pretended to not be able to fight so Akiko would be safe and spared from the punishment game, only to have her fall in the hands of the Undertakers. Shiki frowned in anger at those thoughts. "I swear I'l kill them. I'l make them all choke on their own blood!" he vowed in his thoughts.

Soon enough he entered the canteen and saw numerous Deadmen everywhere, 'enjoying' their food. Judging by the smell of it, today's menu was steak and maybe a bit of bacon. Shiki took an empty tray and presented it to the cook. This cook rarely ever spoke to anyone, he simply slapped the food on the trays and minded his own affairs, as such it was no problem (at least here) that Shiki was mute. After getting a rather charred looking piece of steak and a glass of water, Shiki sat at an empty table, quietly munching on his overcooked meat while watching those around him, waiting to see how today's events would unfold.

[Dinomight]

Carlos was pleased with his cooking, as it looked and smelled just as good as ever. "Muy bueno. Que le guste este seguro." At least Carlos HOPED they would like it. Not everyone did like his cooking, or even like him for that matter. Many of the Deadmen in the facility saw Carlos as TOO friendly. Either that, or downright devious. They weren't entirely wrong, though... Carlos was being so friendly and kind so he could sign on more people to his side in the inevitable conflict with the Undertakers. That wasn't to say he didn't enjoy cooking things for others or giving them little carvings... but he had his reasons for doing so.

Walking down the hall with a container of his little greek sugar cookies and a tray of moussaka, Carlos turned into the cafeteria and smiled slightly at the people within. Many were familiar faces, some were unfamiliar faces. Such was prison life, no matter the prison that life was in. "Buenos dias, everyone. I come bearing sweets and an alternative to the BBQ being served, should you prefer it." ... he had brought enough cookis for everyone, but only enough moussaka for himself and three others at most. He figured that most people preferred what was being served anyways. This was America, after all.

[KenzieRoo]

As Red sat on her bed doodling, hunger creeped up on her like a cat stocking it's pry. But she kept putting it off, over, and over, and over, and over again. The later she went to wat, the less people would be in the cafeteria. Even though no one has yet struck up conversation with her, she wasn't looking forward for it to come sooner, rather then later. So she avoided people in general. It kind of made herself mad at well, herself. Red wanted to be nice, met someone cool, but she couldn't bring herself to do it. Talk to someone.

Red stood up and stretched, lying in bed all day probably wasn't the best idea. She knew she might have another fight soon and she wanted to be at her best. Plus Red felt like she didn't do as good as she could have in the last battle, even though she won. Besides sitting in bed all day is boring, even with all the words in the universe to talk with her.

[simian]

Macho, teetering on the edge of the bench eyed Carlos entering the cafeteria bearing gifts. The line of brutes that occupied the majority of his table sat scoffing grilled meat and releasing aggressive grunts and roars. 'Is there something in the air today? You don't need to be a detective to see there's something wrong with everyone.' Macho curiously thought. There was a definite ambiance in the room, unavoidably ominous. The giants, oblivious to Macho's existence eventually won over and Macho was pushed off table out into the open. With his head down he attempted to make his way over to Carlos who was beginning to attract a crowd. An impenetrable wall of flesh blocked Carlos from view and Macho was incapable of squeezing past. He was startled when the crowd suddenly let out a war cry and a batch of cookies flew threw the air.

[Azure Sky]

Finishing the pack of chips, Nanda carefully got off from the bed. The race had finished and he was starting to get bored. He always hated being alone. Even if it meant spending times with cockroaches, worms and fakers, it was still better than being completely on his own. Putting his boots back on, he exited the room, just as another man passed by. If he could remember correctly, his name was Carlos..... Carlos Ortiz Zamora..... Taking his notebook from inside the jacket, he reviewed the data he had on him. It seemed he was the leader of the rebellious group that was forming inside G-Block, in order to shut this thing down. A group which Nanda partially participated in, only for the fun of knowing what was going on behind the scenes anyways. He wasn't really interested in the freedom the others were seeking. This place was fun on its own. Plus, he felt like he could get thrown into worst places than this, because of the mass murder he committed. Reaching the cafeteria, he stored his notebook away and looked around. It seemed a commotion had started over who got the food Carlos seemed to have made. Though the smell was rather great, he didn't feel any appreciation towards it.

That was when an individual came to his sights. Dodging a cookie bullet that looked like it was aimed directly to his head, he caught it and walked inside. Another person who he knew from his stay here. Someone who'd actually uncovered some of his devious schemes in G-Block. A "detective", so to speak and probably one of the only Deadman to actually understand his need for a rational talk once in a while. He didn't even need to check the notebook for information, as this person's name was burned inside his mind, always forcing Nanda to come up with foolproof plans to impede this man's mystery-cracking skills. Extending his arm out offering the cookie he had caught, he formed a smile in his face. "Macho Meiousei..... How are you today? Can I interest you in a cookie I just happened to catch?" His tone of voice was rather soothing and mystifying, as was his costume when talking to someone of his own level of intelligence. Though he had been the one to help put Nanda in solitary last time, the boy didn't bear much of a grudge.