Sitting up in his cell yawning he looked toward the glass door to the cell, *if only they weren't bullet proof* Brian had thought to himself as he stretched. Getting out of bed he walked over to his sink and started brushing his teeth, then he heard it, the alarm and the door slam shut. He smiled and said to himself, "Welcome to Project Myth Newbies." He then walked over to his cell door and looked out the glass as the Warden was putting the newbies in their cells.

Jake walked behind around his cell. . . ah, the guards were gentle to him compared to all the others. As his profile stated he was almost docile, and quite peaceful, but they still took him in anyway. It made him mad but he thought that at least they didn't treat him as if he was fighting them all the way, which he was, at first anyway. Still though, they had an initial confrontation with him. . . he crushed their weapons, he wove illusions, misguiding their senses, and he only began to fight when he was cornered and feared for his life. All the people with their fancy weapons that were far more advanced than he thought was possible in this day and age, and he thought he would have to fight, he waved his hand and crushed the weapons in front of him. . . but then, finally, he discovered that his magic ceased to work on their weapons. . . he readied himself with the impossible, transforming himself into a massive serpent, and his head could have towered above a second floor house.

Still. . . their weapons somehow took him down. . . he found himself in a coma, and woke up right in this cell. . . he didn't even know it was a cell and thought what had just happened was a bad dream. He looked around the cell, noting how beautiful it was. Flowers arranged everywhere, even paintings on the wall, just like home. . . "This is a prison? This obviously isn't a normal prison." His particular cell was somehow protected him his magic, and he didn't have any bars like a normal cell. . . no glass like the other cells, he didn't meet anyone else yet, but he found as soon as he woke up that he couldn't leave the door. He looked around. . . and simply sat down in front of what appeared to be a dinner table, which caused him to shake his head, wondering why he was here. He read a book, entitled, "Canterburry Tales".

Rozenn just moved where he was led, not looking up and making as little noise as possible. More than anything, he was scared out of his wits, unsure how to proceed or what to do. Being forced into his cell, he looked intently at the glass door that separated him from the world.
My parents, does they know I am here? He thought to himself. What will they do if I do not call them or come home for holiday? Will they worry? he was getting more and more tense at every thought. Will I ever see them again?

Quietly, he sat down in the corner of his cell and began to cry. The days events had started to overwhelm him. The guards had all spoken so loudly, and he could hardly understand them, his understanding of English being as weak as it was. All he had wanted was to go home, but it didn't seem like that would ever bee a possibility. He was just a boy, unused to conflict and violence, and today had taken everything he was comfortable and used to eviscerated it.

Looking up he tried to see if there was anybody else in his cell block he could speak to.

Johnny woke up in his cell block with a shock. "...Officer! I didn't take it!... Wait what? Where... Where am I..."
Looking around, his cell was in a block with many other cells in it. He looked out the front window, he saw a boy looking around as well. He started waving and shouting "HEY!"

Ariella sighed as she walked back and fourth, pacing behind her cell bars. "Please! Why am I here?" She yelled as she would punch a wall close to her but it was so hard that it did cause her palm to hurt like hell now. "Oh god..." She said bitting her bottom lips, walking to the bed that was in her room as she laid on her back looking up at the ceiling, bored as hell not knowing what to do next. The guards were a bit mean to her. Ariella could see flowers around, but what could she do with those flowers? Maybe she should make a guard fall in love with her and take her out of this place! Yeah. Maybe.

A guard walked past Ariella's cell with a tray and a comic book and looked at Rozenn, "hey Kid, lunch time, i want you to put you hands over your head and face the wall", Brian heard the guard barking into the cell next to him "Hey, Leave the Kid alone Mon, cant you see he just got here." the guard looked over at Brian, "Shut your trap, Voodoo Prince, i don't care what the warden says, one more thing out of your mouth and those gold teeth are mine!" looks back at Rozenn and waited

Don't make waves, don't make waves... thought Rozenn as he stood up. The way that the guard barked orders at him only served to increase his tension, but he stood timidly and turned to face the wall.

The man in cell opposite him had said something, and even though his accent was such that it was difficult to know for certain what he had said, he had picked up enough to get a general understanding of the sentence. He felt a pang of guilt when the guard yelled back at him, almost as if it was Rozenn's fault that the other prisoner had been chastised so. The prisoner didn't seem to mind, though. He'd had a sort of easygoing air around him, and knew full well that the guard wouldn't dare to make good on his threat.

Or, at least, that he wouldn't be able to.

Turning into the wall, Rozenn waited for the guard to do whatever he needed to do, and leave.

Jake found that as he neared one side of the room there was. . . a computer. . . odd. . . no internet. . . but it was useful. . .it could be used for multiple purposes. . . if there was time for recreation it could be fun and. . . it seemed like they wanted him to do paper work of some kind. He didn't understand it but he turned the computer on and read the instructions. . . hmm interesting. Okay, Jake went on the computer. . . there were numerous options. . . Each one of them were names. . . They didn't have cell numbers but it did state the word "Cell". . . okay. I am in some kind of prison after all. . . but this is very pretty and comfortable for a prison. Jake then moved the mouse down to the first cell mate he could see. . . a screen came on in her cell, revealing her face. . . She was talking to someone else, it was Ariella who's cell Jake had contacted. . . "UM hello. . .?"

Ariella saw the guadd that walked passed her and thats where she got pissed off! "Hello! Do you not see me here or something?" She said rolling her eyes and turned her head and boom a screen popped infront of her and there she could see a guy, he was cute too. "Hey there. Who are you and how did you do this and why are you contacting me? Are you gonna help me get out of here?" Ariella said running a hand through her black hair, and gave him a small smile, he did seem like he was one of the prisoners. "Im Ariella. What's going on here?" So many questions being asked but she was terrified too!

-double post-

"So you're Ariella? What the-"? Suddenly, Jake felt his pants ripped apart as he bulged very embarrassingly right in front of her, flopping in all his nude glory right there. . . "Oh my God, this is horrible!" Jake stated. . . trying to push himself down. . . as the son of Cernunnos, this had happened many times before, and it was impossible, so far, for him to have any control over his supernaturally large and enticing bulge. . . If you Googled Cernunnos, the Horned God, you would also know that he wasn't just called the Horned God, but he was also the "Horny", God. It is, in fact, where the word Horny originated from. Cernunnos was extremely fertility based, a male fertility God and in truth, most likely where the color green became to be associated with sex as well, since Cernunnos is also known as the "Green Man". Oh my God. What the hell am I going to do? Jake began screaming, and some of the men and women monitoring Jake's usage of the computer slapped their foreheads in disbelief, some of them laughed, and others blushed at the sight. He wasn't trying to be vulgar or rude. . . he. just. couldn't. help it. After several moments of him being unable to stand or even sit up since his genitalia were comically over-sized, he felt a wave of power over whelm him, and he was paralyzed. Specialists sighed and looked at each other. "Are we really going to do this?" They both stated rhetorically at the same time. . . Finally, they mustered the strength to march down the halls, and one of the men got in front of the view screen. "Hey, I"m sorry if this offended you. He can't help it, and it's partially one reason why he's kept out of sight of the other prisoners. We have to take care of his problem, and since we aren't sure how to do this, we um. . . have to make sure no one's sees this, just in case." The screen then shut off in Ariella's cell. . .

After a very long time afterward, Jake finally managed to calm down. . . Thank God they didn't have to anything they talked about just to put them down. Jake thought. . . but he was at least relieved the moment of humiliation had passed. He stood up and contacted Ariella again. . . "I'm sorry Ariella. . . um, I wasn't being a jerk or anything, and I hope you didn't mind what you saw."

The guard walked in and placed the tray on the table. And walked out the door sliding shut. And the walls opened to reveal a giant screen. The warden was on it I hope all of you are comfortable. As you can see each cell is made for you to feel like your at home. Somewhat. In a hour each cell will be opened and you will be aloud one phone call to the outside world one phone call a month. Your families if any have been notified. Also there's the chance to get talk to your fellow inmates. I hope that you will enjoy your permanent stay here. This TV will remain accessible for you to watch. Oh. And one more thing. You will have a 45 min use of it.

Ariella eyes widened as she saw Jake naked as her face suddenlly turned red from the sight, she quickly covered her eyes, not trying to see anything more. She quickly turned around, walking away from the sight. "Oh god. What the hell is the matter with that guy?!" She thought to herself and saw her screen turn on, once again and there the guy was. And he seemed to be calmed down. "Uhhh. Its okay..." She said still blushing from the sight that was revealed earlier on. As she cleared her throat. "So, are you okay or something..?" Ariella turned her head and heard the announcement. "Permanent stay?" All she wanted to do was cry, yes her cell was similar to her home but being stuck here? Thats not a good thing! "40 minutes until the screen shuts down.." She sighed looking at Jake. "Well, atleast. Im glad that i have someone to talk to." Ariella smiled at Jake, as she bit her bottom lips sighing.

"I think he means that you y'all have 45 minutes to get to know each other and me with that screen over there. . . I'm supposed to use this computer for work myself, but it involves talking with all of you from my cell. Anyway, yes, my name is Jake. I um, couldn't control that magical boner. It's embarrassing but it gets me a lot of action." He stated. "Sorry I can't find anything to keep it down. I've tried a steel chastity belt for men but it destroyed it like it was a wet piece of paper. Anyway yeah, nice to meet y'all."

"Um, so, for the rest of you, I'm the son of an unknown father, I have a lot of untapped potential, not just these people know that but a lot of people do. I can do a lot of things with plants and animals, and I can do REAL magic. In fact I'm a world famous celebrity. Jakob Donald Englund's the name, you may have heard of me, but uh, it looks like my billions of dollars can't protect me from these people. They came prepared for any kind of fight I could put up. According to the computer's instruction's I need to be interviewing all of you, and collecting data. Some of it seems pointless, some of it seems quite productive actually, but um, anyway, as sad as it is that I can't leave for some reason or another, I hope that all of you are as comfortable as I am. And uh, oh, as I read the instructions it says that I can't speak to all of you at this time for more than a few minutes, so I'll shut up and just let the rest of you talk."

"-Oh! Oh! And one more thing. . . this screen says that it "Greatly Encourages" us to ask for "conjugal fulfillment" from me. . . WHAT!? What the fuck? Oh, and such kind of company can even be bought for you". . . "Heh, hookers." Jake laughs. "Okay, goodbye for real".

Even after all of this. Even after he had been told to put his face and hands against the wall. Even after he was told that he would be staying here forever by that strange, disembodied floating head. He still rolled his eyes at what the American had said.

Some boys simply cannot control themselves. In a way, he felt justified in calling Jakob a boy. He appeared to about Rozenn's age, if not slightly younger, but something about the way he acted seemed to portray a degree of immaturity. Whether it was sexually explicit diction he used, or the childishly condescending way he acted. But there was something else. Something that resonated with him on a ethereal level. He couldn't explain it in words, but there was something about this man that made Rozenn hate him with every fibre in his body, something primal and instinctual.

He shook his head and tried to ignore him as best as he could. Looking across the hall, he saw the Jamaican man who had spoken up on Rozenn's behalf when the guard was yelling at him.

"Euh... Excuse me?" He said, in the best English he could muster. "I just wished to say thank you. For what did. I am very grateful."

There was one specific boy that hadn't been paying attention to the others, and was meditating. He looked to only be about 19, and they wouldn't even open the cell because he was one of the ones that were labelled as extremely dangerous. He was so calm at the moment that he didn't even seem to be breathing.

Looked at the screen. "No problem Mon, he don't know who he dealing with anyways" he looked well dressed for a prisoner. A cane too. He walked over to the screen. "Hey boy-o what's yer name? Names Brian but the peoples back in the Orleans call me D-Bone." He smiled revealing his gold teeth. A phone appeared in the corners of each cell. "And there's the phones." He looked at the boy. "Best calls yer families boy. He meant it when he said 45 mins

Ariella shrugged as she turned off the screen, not really wanting to talk with the others, Jake did enough for that. She would turn around and walk to her bed, laying down as she started to play with her flowers that were on her room cell. Ariella didn't even want to call her family.

Was that phone already there before?

In truth, it didn't matter. Thanking the man across from him, he made headway towards the phone, dialing his father's phone number.

Ring...

He wondered how his family was doing, and how they were reacting to the fact that he had been captured.

Ring...

I wonder how mother is doing? And what about young Annick? How was his dear sister?

Ring...

Will father be able to recognize my voice? It's been some time since I went off to study.

Ring...

There was no one on the other end. With a sudden click, Rozenn heard his father's voice on the other end.

"Demat Dit! Loic eo ma anv." Another voice chirped in. "Katarin eo ma anv!" It was his step-mother. The last two voices were all too familiar. "Rozenn et Annick eo ma anv!"

It was the damned answering machine. Despondent, Rozenn realized that nobody would be home at that time. He listened intently to the sound on the other end of the answering machine. For a sound he had heard so many times before, it was almost nostalgic to hear again. As he heard the beep of the answering machine, he recorded his message.

"Salud, Pera. Pell 'zo n'em boa ket gwelet ac'hanout." He said, quietly. "Ne gomprenan ket, hea eo ma archerien. Hea Karout a ran ac'hanout, et Mera, et Annick. Karout a ran ac'hanout gara. Ken ar wech a-"

He cut himself off at the last word. He felt uncomfortable using the Breton words for goodbye. He decided to use the French instead.

"Au revoir," he said hanging up.

The Breton words 'ken are wech all' were the standard form for goodbye, but they had a different meaning than what Rozenn wanted. The Breton was final, unchanging, as if he would never see his father again. Even if he knew it was true, he didn't want to think about it. The French "Au Revoir" meant something different entirely. It came from the verb 'voir', 'to see'. Literally, Au Revoir meant 'I'll see you again.'

Rozenn didn't want to think that any other outcome was possible.

Slumping over the table that the phone was on, Rozenn started to cry again. He had never been the strongest of men, and everything was slowly starting to break him.

Mars woke up in a comfortable bed with a slightly aching head and immeditatly surveyed his surrondings. He appeared to be in a cell, a nicely furnished cell, but a cell nonetheless. He looked around and noticed he had several filled cells that were near him as well. He didn't bother trying to break any of the walls and didn't especially feel like starting a conversation so he decided to go through his forms to help get rid of his headache.