"Alright listen here you sacks of shit. This is the Ironwell in the city of Asbasta. Like it or not, this is your new home. Follow the rules and you might survive your time here."

"Uh lieutenant, don't you think it'd be worth while to attempt to keep them sane-ish. Not like they can see the prison anyhow with the sacks over their heads. Although, it's like that for a reason."

"Well private, I'll speak to them however I please. Besides, they're here for a reason. It's not like the other prisoners will treat them any better than this, why not allow them to get used to it before hand."

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"Attention all passengers, we will be docking in Ironwell prison loading bay 4 momentarily. Please remain seated and don't leave your transportation vehicle without assistance."

As the announcement was set off on all speakers, the undersea craft loaded itself into the bay area. Upon entering the loading bay, the driver reached for badge to show the officer on duty. Once formalities had been completed the craft was set into it's section. Not long after a small platoon of guards came by and opened the doors. All crew members saluted and dismissed the salute upon receiving one in return.

Five officers lined the sides of the interior of the craft. Each standing next to one of the new prisoners, upon intructing them to stand they moved behind them and had begun taking them to the medical bay. Every newcomer had to be brought for a check-up, coming from the surface down to these depths could pose a problem for some. The check-up was to examine for anything of that nature or any sort of illness they might have had. Once check-ups are complete, they fall in line for cell assignment and to get any belongings given to them by the prison. This usually consists of a bed mat and some clothing to wear. The sack itself can be used as the blanket which is why one isn't given to the prisoners.

"Attention all new comers. Welcome to Ironwell prison located in the city of Asbasta. We hope you enjoy your stay here, if you have any questions either keep them to yourself or speak to an officer about it, that is all."

The guards around the bunch of prisoners whom just arrived shared a slight chuckle before continuing down the path. The cold, empty halls were as such. As they went on it became louder. There were a handful of new arrivals waiting for check-ups and the belongings they'd be getting. "Well, looks like you arrived just in time. It gets quiet and lonely the later into the night it gets, be glad you're not some of those who arrive at times as late as 0430. It get's weird that late into the night."
It was true, with this being said the guards look about as did the nurses. Things would get weird that late but none the less it all had to get done.

Once all was said and done, everybody had their things and the sacks on the heads finally came off. Upon first glance around the prison all that could be seen was the large sorting room they were in. It was furnished as one might expect, the walls had artwork on them. They tried to give off a pleasant vibe with this room, that is until you were called upon to be escorted to the assigned cell.

"Well, let's get these guys sat down and figure out who goes where, some of you may or may not be cell mates. This will be decided shortly. For now make yourselfs comfortable in those seats there." Three of the guards kept watch for far from the seats the prisoners were set in, the other two headed towards the office in charge of cell assignment. Two of the prisoners were in need of tighter security, the other three could go to a lower security section. One in which the three girls could be cellmates, the two males might end out in solitary. Either that or one of the tighter sections, no cellmates in those area's. Couldn't risk the troubles that it could bring along.

Once the guards got the cell assignments they came back to the group of people. "Alright, you two, the men are going down to solitary for the time being. You girls are going to C-2 block, you'll all be sharing a cell so I hope you get along. If not that's your problem to deal with. Now that the cells are arranged, you'll be splitting up, you may see each other again. If not, let's just hope you didn't know each other very well."

Three of the guards went with Henneth and Aaron, the other two went with the girls to the C-2 block. Banter went back and fourth between the guards with each party, generally jokes shared about, nothing that serious was said. The group with Henneth and Aaron were more serious, they'd been on the job longer and knew not to get too comfortable inside of Ironwell, even more so when escorting some to solitary. Handcuffed or not, you could never be too safe. The blocks went by as they did, H-3, J-4, L-1.

After awhile they had entered an elevator and went down a few floors. The doors got heavier and more armoured as they went deeper into the prison. After awhile had passed they had reached Zeta block, it had it's full name for once. While they had Z block a few floors up, this was Zeta, or so it was called by most. The offical name for it was solitary confinement, not many happened to reside down here. Those who did deserved it, once they got past the security doors and entered the halls, they had guards post at each cell. They didn't take security lightly down here. Aaron was tossed into his cell first, F-2B. That was the markings of his cell. Henneth was tossed into H-3A, once each prisoner was in their cell, the doors were shut. There was no way for them to see outside of the cell, food was inserted through a push slot.

---

Up on the main floor, the three officers still joking about were just about at C block by now. They showed their badges and went through customs to get into any block. Upon completion they had one guard infront of the girls and one behind. As they went through the halls and up some of the stairs they came to a halt outside of cell R-8G, large enough for the three of them, just barely but it was large enough for them. The guard infront opened the cell door and motioned them inside, the guard behind made sure to give a little shove to get them started. Once they were inside the door was closed and locked. "You'll be escorted for certain activities, meals or outdoors in the courtyard. Prisoners are allowed outside of their cells at certain points during the day, officers will still patrol the area as usual. Behave or take the punishment, that's up to each of you." The guards chuckled amoungst themselves and then left.

The new arrivals were situated now, the two serial killers in solitary, the weaker, less to worry about girls were in C block. All was assigned correctly and people could rest from this point, if they did or not was their choice. The guards jobs were done, they escorted new arrivals to their cells and made sure nobody lashed out towards anybody. The five guards met up in the break room and had begun conversing about themselves or their buddies. It was late in the night and most of the lights were out. Many were asleep, some happened to be awake more than likely not for long, they were curious as to the new arrivals. Not something that was uncommon in Ironwell, many prisoners watched the new comers get settled, if it was earlier in the day ruff them up a little bit.

"Attention those inside of Ironwell, following customs all lights but hall lights will be shut off at 2245. Make use of these last few minutes if you please. This is lieutenant Davis wishing you all a good night."

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The echoes of block C-4 bounced off the concrete, brick walls of Vladimirs cell on the night of November 8th, 2094. In the deep reaches of the block a man could be heard whimpering cries of, "I didn't do it." repeated over again in an endless rhythm of meditation, accompanied by the sound of his steps shuffling in circles around his cell. Over and over again as if reciting an maddening poem of self-denial. Some cells closer in a man was smacking something against the wall, something soft like a pillow while whimpering under his breath in unintelligible gibberish. Across from that man sat an older gentleman who had spent many years in the prison and was watching the man with the pillow cooing and muttering words of interest towards him such as, "Man, I can't wait until I get you alone in the shower." and "Keep flexing those muscles like that for me, Baby." The movements bouncing under the seems of his jumpsuit left no room for imagination as to what the man was doing with the hand tucked away beneath his provided garb. This was Vladimir's nightly chorus, accompanied by the many thoughts coursing through his head. Thoughts of regrets, of hope and of inventions.

Sweat dropped down the cresses of his cheeks as he released his energy doing push-ups against his cell floor. This nightly workout was Vladimirs routine, he had developed it over the course of the 6 months he had already spent within the prison. His arms, chest, abs and legs stayed strong beneath the stretches of fabric that marked him as a prisoner. Release the energy so the maddening thoughts of the death of his brother don't resurface and keep him up most of the night.

Vladimir's cell parter was named Poval, he was also a Czech and was sent to prison for the rape of an adolescent. Poval approached Vladimir on his first night within the prison for some friendly welcoming and was greeted in return the a broken nose, a spit in the face and a sharp knee in the balls. Poval never bothered Vladimir again, they never spoke to one another, never discussed things, never looked at each other and never acknowledged the others presence unless absolutely necessary.

The lights of the cell block flickered as they often did when new prisoners were arriving. Vladimir stood up with an exhale and laid in his bed, one tattooed arm laying across his glistening forehead as he imagined what kind of new comers they were receiving, what had they done, why were they there, what caused them to delve down the path they did. He closed his eyes for an instance in his thoughts watching the final flickers of the light through his eyes lids. The sounds of a cell block door opening quickly caused his eyes to beam open. It wasn't his cell door it was one deeper down the line.

The man walking in circles stopped muttering for a moment the sounds of his shuffles scrambling as if he was in a scuffle, the sudden yell of "I didn't do it!" quickly bounced it's way into Vladimirs cell along with the blood curdling wail of the man screaming in pain. "I didn't do it!" he screamed again, pained. "Shut the fuck up you filth!" came the familiar voice of the cell block guard, accompanied by the sound something hard hitting flesh and another scream from the prisoner. The door slammed shut again with laughter echoing from the lips of the cell guard in unison with the sobs of the man he had just assaulted.

Vladimir shook his head in disgust, his arm now covering his brown eyes as the lights with a loud thud, shut off leaving only the dim emergency lights high up on the ceiling on otherwise leaving them in pitch darkness. His eyes closed, the name 'Zdeněk' echoing in the far reaching corners of his mind as he fell asleep.

---

They say that the beginning of life in prison, that moment of terrifying realization of being conscious that you were locked up for good was when the cold, cell doors of the prison slammed home. Aaron began to know that feeling the instant they did. It was a familiar, and so very miserable memory that he had almost long forgotten since his youth and now that he was in here alone, he would have to get used to living here for whatever the life sentences were worth, but for the love of him, he could not figure out as to why he was caught more importantly how before those big doors slammed shut. When they did, it almost seemed not to matter anymore for Aaron, for he knew he had been screwed and this time, hard. Once in Asbasta, always in Asbasta, as his holding cell roommates told him and for the rest of his life, F-2B would have be his home. His bastion of what comfort and warmth would have to look like.

Though in reality, the cell was awfully cold, small, and dark, anything but homely. "Thus are the consequences of a hard life" as someone once told him and those words were the all too true, a small string of advice one man could, no should keep in his head and prepare himself for the worst adversary a man could face. Heeding this advice, Aaron finally absorbed the truth of his predicament he had gotten into and swallowed that fiery red pill hard down his dry esophagus. For the time being, Aaron kept himself quiet, he knew exactly what the first day of prison would be like and from the sounds of it, the new inmates were all the more excited to meet their new 'friends' who were fortunate enough to find themselves here.

Vocal abuse was thrown around, all towards him and Aaron sat in his cell bed, thinking of what do to the moment the morning would rise the next day, if he could only tell in this dark city under the sea though that did not stop him from listening. There were men groping themselves quite audibly, almost were you would see for yourself the disgusting sight of a desperate man reliving his empty other half in his cell. He'd rather not think about it at the moment and tried to force himself not to, survival was all the most crucial right now and figuring out how he was going to was survive is what exasperated his mind. Underground prison was different from surface prisons, not to mention under the sea. There weren't very obvious racial divisions as there were in the surface as he heard, only opportunistic scum who sought to find the best men they could to join their social circles. Though many men who have been the victims of racial prejudice would find this notion as somewhat comforting, it was not as mitigating as it sounded in reality- not even in the slightest. Some may have called it worse, though Aaron for the time being could not say for himself.

It was after five minutes that Aaron could realize how much prison could turn a man insane as he did in juvenile hall. Prison life crept into you like moss on still stones, nothing to stop the consummation of having all the time in the world and doing nothing with it, only to think and Aaron thanked God for that in the least, assuming God would forgive him for his life of crime. For the time being, Aaron needed to prove himself as a worthy person of interest in this prison. None knew his name here as nobody as so much as called him by his street name. Life under the sea was a life isolated from the rest of the world, though maybe someone would hear of him, he was certain of this as he was a hitman who's name was quite popular among underworld criminals. Though when he could make potential allies was unclear. Only time would tell. As time passed, Aaron laid on his mattress and rested his eyes until he began to fall out of his world of arduousness.

~*~Isadora Albescu Fuji~*~

After her arrest, Isa had been basically numb and now that she had arrived in Ironwell, her expression and emotions really hadn't changed. Even after getting the entire speech from the officers did little to change how she felt as she was hauled away down to the C-block. The chains on her handcuffs rattled loudly as she slowly made her way down to her new home of sorts, she couldn't really walk like she normally could due to the fact that the handcuffs were made of extremely heavy metal and with her petite frame, it was nearly unbearable to hold up her arms normally. The more she moved, the heavier the cuffs seemed to weigh, she felt that if she even leaned over to far, she would be sent tumbling forward. She was basically dragging herself forward when they reached C-block and was forced into a cell, she winced as the creaky iron door slammed behind her.

Isa started wildly glancing around the cell as her heart rate started to climb. All of the sudden her stomach sank as she was hit with the hard realization of where she was and why this was happening. She choked as she fell to her knees as she tried to repress her sobs. Everything had quickly gotten too real, that she was being considered a murderer, that she would most likely spend the rest of her life trapped in this dank, depressing cell. It was almost too much to handle as she lifted her head slightly to look at the ceiling before starting to wail out madly. The echoes of her voice rattled the block, allowing both officers and cellmate to hear her horrid anguish, some of the more harden officers shivered, never hearing such a disturbing sound in their lives. It probably didn't help that Isa was one of the younger cellmates, not to mention one of the more fragile cellmates that they have seen. However, they shrugged it off that no matter who came in her or what they looked like, a murderer was a murderer. There was no excuse for their crime and it was a cold, hard burden that was chained to them for the rest of their lives.

"I didn't do it, I didn't do it...!" She cried as emotions started to flood over her. She thought back to how her dog would be the one to blame if she hadn't slit that man's throat, however... Without her canine companion here by her side, the pain was basically unbearable as it came down to the fact that she was utterly alone. The pain only grew as she started shaking as she continued to cry out, even though it was becoming apparent that the only answer she would receive was, "Shut the fuck up in there!"

Eventually, her cries died down after she coughed hoarsely, choking on her tears as she forced herself up and hauled herself over on the cot, flopping down on it. She sniffled as she rubbed her face into the pillow, it was impossible to wipe her eyes with her hands due to the cuffs. She started curling up in herself as she closed her eyes, trying to forget where she was and what might happen to her. As her mind started to drift to sleep, she could remember playing with her dog in the open fields, chasing and laughing as they ran together.

“Attention prisoners of Ironwell Prison here in Asbasta. It is now time for the first announcement of the day, asleep or not this should wake you up. We got a few new arrivals during the night, a few arrivals from yesterday are no longer with us. A few of the girls from C2 were taken in the night.”

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With this announcement echoing along the cold steel walls of the prison and coming out of each speaker along the interior. Those whom weren’t awake either slept through the announcement or were trying to get back to sleep. There were some who’d been up for awhile now and those who were just waking up to the announcement. The guards had been awake already, having the need of time in the mornings to get coffee and into their uniforms. Those who’d been on night shift were shifting off and those on day shift were on coming.

Those who were buddy buddy greeted each other and teased one another, all in good fun. Even while working in a prison fun was still common amongst everyone. Some would give the other a noogy, some would give the usual hug or someother greeting they’d come to use after all this time.

Once they were all good and ready and the coffee ran out, they set off to their posts for the day. Some were back to escorts, others were at the usual block they were assigned to most days. As the guards knew, once it was zero-seven-thirty the cell doors would open for the morning meal and generalized morning free time before much else happened later in the day.

The plan for the day was to get the new comers adjusted the best they could and inform them of the rules and show them the ropes. Aside from that it’d be a usual day for them. Put a stop to fights as they break out, escort people to and from different locations, bring meals to new comers or those in solitary. Watch over the courtyard and the rest of the building. Much like any other day within the past few months.

With the day planned out, each person set off to their assigned posts and to keepwatch over their assigned sector. Multiple guards to a sector with more in higher security sections. The floors were filled with the patter of the boots as they marched to get to the assigend sector.

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As that announcement went through the speakers, Henneth had awoken. Shortly after he was put into his cell the night before he’d fallen asleep, not wanting to deal with much else, he figured his mind would figure out just where it was and what was going on while he slept. While it did just that more or less, it still hit him that he was now in a prison for more than likely the rest of his life with everything he’d done over his lifetime thus far. All the terrible things he’d done and that bank heist was what happened to land him here, all of his men lost, all of the friends he had were dead by now. Everything he’d worked towards just to end out in Asbasta.

None the less, with all the shit he’d done it finally caught up to him. What got to him the most wasn’t the lives of many he’d taken, it was the mere fact he’d likely never see his sister again with his own two eyes. He thought back to a time when he’d actually taken the time to put a stop to his wrongful doings and tried to care for her. While that lasted about a year and a half, it was different to not be pulling all the same shit day after day for that time. But as everybody knows, your past will catch up with you and you will make the same mistakes as you once did, without trying hard to prevent making those mistakes again.

With that thought haven taken hold for a short while, he snapped back to reality and sat up from the rather uncomfortable bed that he had slept on. He figured it was better than the floor but not by much, atleast it wasn’t just a sheet of metal sticking out of the wall for one to sleep on. None the less, this was how he’d be sleeping for awhile, best he got used to it sooner rather than later at any rate. None the less, he was now at the point of planning out his day. With the fact that everything will be brought to him, there wasn’t much to do in this place and he figured that was the point of it.

With coming to terms on his new living space and lack of activities that could be held in such a place. He figured he’d spend time working out, running over his life in his mind and if possible, reading some books if he could convince the guards to bring him some every now and then. While that last thought has a larger chance of failure, he still thought that it’d be worth it to atleast try and see what would happen if he were to ask them for this.

With all of that set aside, the current plan was to relax for the time being until a guard happened to come by so he could ask a few questions, if that didn’t happen today he’d more or less sleep and work out most of the day. Unsure how one would have conversation with another in a place like this with one to a cell, he assumed throughout the day he might just see that plan in action and could then attempt to talk to someone.

Without any hesitation, Henneth then stood up and looked about his dark and musty cell, he took note of the layout and lack of much of anything inside of it. He then dropped to the floor and began to work out with some basic situps which would then be followed by some push-ups. With it still being early, this would give him a chance to fully wake up and then give himself some energy to last him for the day.

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Morning rose over the windowless prison block as the familiar buzz then thud that woke the lights blasted it's presence like an irritating alarm clock whose snooze button is just beyond reach. The bright florescent lights flickered for a moment then beamed, illuminating the cells, floors and prisoners, followed by the heavy metallic thuds of the cell guards electronic baton taser running along the cell doors which woke any struggling to wake. The cell guard whistled an irritating tune as he made this stroll rejoicing in the metal clangs and smacks that sounded with each bar brushed against along the line.

Vladimir's eyes opened with the first thud of the lights before they showed in yellow light and lay still in his stead, stuck in a sleep paralysis that forced his body in place, a state of nothing when you're mind is conscious but your body has yet to register it's consciousness leaving it in a sleeping state. This lasted moments until the final buzz and lights triggered his bodies awakening. A cold chill ran down the spin of this prisoner. As the cell guard came around to his cell, Vladimir neither looked at him nor acknoledged his existence. His roommate Poval on the other hand stood at the bars and barked at the passerby, resulting in the edge of the baton penetrating the slits in the cell doors and zapping him with the volts of it's taser. Poval yelled and swore from the pain in quick Czech as his knees buckled under the electronic shock leaving him in a still position on the floor of the cell for a moment, his head hitting the bars cemented into the floor that held up his bed.

The doors buzzed once, twice then a third time before opening single file for the inmates to be lead towards the cafeteria. This feasting shuffle lead the many male prisoners of cell block C-4 some in hand cuffs others, leg cuffs but mostly free from those types of constrains in this ritual of meal planning. Vladimir waited for a moment before stepping over Poval and finding his place in the line of felons all single file heading down the step stairs towards the open segregated cafeteria.

The lights were bright and reflected off the tile floors and metal bars separating the males from the females. Signs hung far overhead reading, Begin here, Trash, End of line, No disorderly behavior will be tolerated, etc. Vladimir followed the feasting shuffle into the line, picking up a tray and receiving food, splattered on in a yellow goo that was barely heated and it's contents unknown. Eggs the sign in front of it read. All around him sounded the cat calls and returning taunts from the males to the females and return. Guards, now so used to this they did not intervene unless something severe seemed as though it was about to take place.

With his small container of juice and tray of goo in hand, Vladimir sat on the far end of the cafeteria, near to the only window he had yet to see. The window was perhaps as high as 20 feet up but it's light was welcoming change to him. Though he was unsure if the light was natural or just a florescent projected into the room to give the illusion of daylight where there was none. He pucked up the thin plastic spoon provided to him and began consuming the tasteless yellow gunk that stained the white surface of his eating utensil.

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Don't forget me, Aaron, he heard her voice again - as crisp and clear as day it was. The feeling of her breath on his, cherry blossom, a flavor that euphoric smell and feeling of her that made him forget about all other troubles that could fester and boil into a man's brain. That was before she died, and now all he could be greeted to in the morning was a dead, monotone voice that struck him into consciousness like lightening striking a living, lush tree. It was all surreal for him, the basic concrete, the steel doors and most importantly, the set up of the room. Aaron was certainly no man of comforts by any chance, though to deal with such an uncomfortable setting would surly get the better of him. It was a dead room that seemed to be alive, his cell in F-2B. Aaron heard once that a truly free person is like a puppet who learns to loves his strings, prison life was the same, consisting of routine and discipline. If this were to be his home, then he must learn find comfort in temporarily confided solitude if he could not truly say to have yet love this life of bars and concrete. Not to say anyone truly does.

Though this would have to be his life, as he would remind himself repeatedly, his new routine to substitute for the life of sin he had once lived and knew he was guilty of. Aaron could come to terms with this punishment, though criminality was the only life he truly ever quite knew and one could easily say that despite a criminal's vileness and life of criminality, someone has to make a living in this occupation. And who could truly blame a man for doing something he was good at? It was only a matter of time before it would all catch up to him as it did to most people, it's just a shame Aaron himself wasn't good enough himself, he admitted bitterly. All he could think about was how he was caught as he did in the courtroom, though he could not think about it no, he shouldn't be thinking about it. This was no small flaw he could correct himself on, this was permanent and what was done, is done. Nothing to fix. If only I were a better criminal. He lightheartedly thought to himself, chuckling quietly. I would be sleeping in a motel room, waiting for another contract.

Aaron lifted himself from his hard bed and let his feet rest on the hard, cold tile floor below him, it was the first time he had ever lifted himself from bed so laboriously. The smell of prison was like no other. It was the smell cleaning products that crept into a man's nose profusely as he remembered from his days from juvie. This was no cherry blossom, though admittedly was better than he had originally thought prison would be like. After the announcement, the buzzing lights flashed before Aaron's eyes in an almost blinding moment. It was as if he were living in a cave for years before suddenly being exposed to an alien light that most men could find comfort in. In an effort to cover his eyes, Aaron immediately attempted to slowly adjust to the illuminated world around him. Well, isn't this a good morning... He thought to himself, as many other cellmates could be heard quite audibly complaining about the lights, though seemed to have complained like this before. That would have to be another thing he would have to get used to in his prison below the sea.

Aaron heard the sound of a man barking at what he assumed to be a guard, though was there after followed by the man screaming in agony and crashing onto the floor of his cell. For a moment, he did not really quite know whether to find that moment in his first day in prison as humorous or the fact that he should be scared. Aaron himself knew that he was not quite the aggressively loquacious type, for that is how he survived all of these years prior to getting pinched. In his days of being a convict, it was always the boastful who bit the barrel of a gun most often and very unlikely for someone like Aaron to be on the dumber end of a gun, that was until he was arrested of course.

The cold steel doors, buzzed once, twice, and finally three times before they gave way and opened for the prisoners to file out of their cages and line-up to eat breakfast that morning, another ritual that again Aaron would have to get used to. He walked, following the lead of everyone else who has ever been in this prison underneath the sea. The guards called for each file of men to walk when ordered to before making their laborious way to the mess hall. Already, Aaron could feel the cold unwelcome of the men that snickered among themselves and the dirty looks that followed from what Aaron could guess is how they treated new fish. Everything in this prison was so clean and organized, though the same could not be for the men. As Aaron and his fellow prisoners gathered in the mess hall their "food" before sitting. But where could Aaron sit? He could not simply sit alone since he would be targeted. No, he had to sit near someone and not stand out so obviously and be ready if the time were to come, defend himself. Though some part of his time told him not to worry, the prison itself was very disciplined and having been to Juvie himself, the only times fights broke was when usually both participates engaged in combat. Despite this, Aaron knew he had to think fast and sit somewhere where he could not be harassed.

Across from him sat a white man, he looked Slavic, about three or so inches taller than Aaron was. He gave a chance to look at him while the Slavic man wasn't looking and Aaron knew his type. The silent type, though not someone to mess with, he could tell by his looks alone that he could be quite menacing though there was something else about him that Aaron knew he should at some point be acquainted with him. Aaron was never the friendly type, though for the sake of surviving in prison, he knew he would have to take baby steps in order to hone himself as to not be completely defenseless. That's not to say that was his only intention for wanting to sit near him, he had a familiar look to him. A kind of man who had seen his fair share of hardship and turmoil, this man reminded Aaron of himself. After a while, Aaron walked towards his table and sat close, though not directly next to him, or in front of him either. Aaron had positioned himself on the other side of Vladimír, though a seat away from being directly in front of him and began to eat his "meal for the morning" and didn't say a word.

Dyanne Cana Delmar - Arrival to Ironwell Prison

Dyanne’s arrest at the hands of the cops, were a little bit more cruel to her since how she killed her first victim and she did it when she had a mental breakdown. She arrived at her home for the rest of her life, Ironwell Prison at 0700 hours. She was completely numb and didn’t know what’s going on it was like her life was flashing before her eyes. Even though she had some semblance of thoughts but they were erratic and her mental state was completely devastated. She was escorted by guards, in chains to her prison cell for the rest of her life and it was in C-2 Block.

She was too busy with looking at the ground while she walked being escorted to her prison cell to even realize anything has changed. ”I am nothing…,” thought Dyanne to herself. The Guards wasn’t too phased at what this prisoner is doing since all of them soon come to the realization they aren’t ever going to leave. The guards reached C Block and got in with showing their badges at the entrance to the C-2 Block. Dyanne continued to walk with the guards escorting her, which felt like an eternity for her. Dyanne had no idea what horrors was in this prison but expected she was going to learn somethings about it, while she’s in here.

”I am nothing…,” thought Dyanne again. Dyanne’s innermost thoughts is this over and over again for some odd reason. Dyanne was too distracted within her mind to even realize she has arrived at her destination. The guards brought her to cell G8-L, there is three beds in there but they are empty, since one of the beds is for Dyanne. Dyanne walked into her cell without any lip even though it was in the morning, they read the reports of her in custody, she didn’t really eat anything. Dyanne was still looking down and she tripped over nothing onto the bed. The two guards just laugh a little bit and just shrug their shoulders in this overly depressing girl. “You will be escorted for certain activities, meals, or outdoors in the courtyard,” The guard said to Dyanne.

Dyanne looked up to the guard and nod her head slowly and then her cell was closed. ”I am nothing…,” thought Dyanne again. Dyanne sat up on her bed, just staring up at the ceiling, reminding her of the simple times, when she was still with her family. Dyanne had a smile on her face though of reminding herself of these simple times though, but that all washed away when realizing she was in jail. Dyanne looked down at the ground in her cell and she was tearing up since she has no idea why she caused this horrible tear in her family.

Helma Jade Berger

The announcements rang through the place where she was being held, some kind of undersea craft. The sack over her head made things unpleasantly stuffy, not to mention that she hated the feeling of not knowing what was going on around her. But the announcement had told her all she needed to know; that she had arrived at the prison where she was going to be held. Yes, she did deserve to be held. After what she had done before being captured, she supposed she deserved it. But that didn't mean she had to like it.

Standing up when instructed, she began to walk forwards, grudgingly letting the guard guide her so she didn't trip. After the check-up, she accepted her meager belongings. The sack over her head came off soon afterwards, letting her take a look at the place that was now to be her "home". She couldn't help but snort at the artwork on the wall. Was that supposed to make them feel better about the fact that they were in prison now? They didn't even care.

When it was time for her to be escorted to her cell with the other girls, she kept her head high and her face emotionless. However, inside she was struggling to accept the fact that she would be living here now. Part of her was to tempted to try a hopeless escape, but she knew that escape from here was nearly impossible. Instead, she let herself be pushed into her cell.

The door closed and locked behind her, leaving her with her cellmates. It was hard to ignore the wailing of the girl that in the same cell as Helma, and it was even harder to hold back on shouting at the girl to just shut up and keep her self pity to herself. To drown out the girl's wails, Helma threw herself on her cot, burying her head beneath the thin pillow. She lay awake for a long time even after the wailing stopped, falling asleep in the early hours of the morning.

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The announcement later in the morning woke her up at once from her fitful sleep, though she didn't fully process whatever the announcement was actually about. Having slept a grand total of three to four hours, there were dark circles under her eyes. She didn't want to get up. But after laying there for a few minutes, her mouth twisted into something that seemed half a grimace and half smile, though one without joy. Right, let's do this. I'm going to get up now. Now. As in now.

It was still another minute before she got up, in time to exit her cell as the doors buzzed three times before opening. She didn't try to make any trouble that morning, not when she was half asleep on her feet and probably would have a hard time throwing a good punch. Accepting her tray of what was supposed to be edible food, she simply found the nearest available seat and sat.

She eyed her food with obvious distaste before picking up the utensil provided and taking a mouthful. Blech. It didn't taste anything like food, but she needed to eat something. Lifting another spoonful of food to her mouth, she continued to eat.

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The sights and sounds of the cafeteria shuffle were always unchanging, always the same, no matter the meal, no matter the time. Vladimir watched silently as a man, perhaps in his forties, wearing a 57 on his jumpsuit, approached the gate segregating the men from the woman, reached out and grabbed one by the caller, muttering the words of an assailant under his breath as the womans jumpsuit stretched and tore at his grip. Two guards immediately ascended on the man, each one using their tazers to bring him to his knees, leaving him on the floor in a pool of his own secretion. The female prisoner on the opposite end of the bars had dropped her tray at the assault and was currently attempting to stand in line to receive another one where she was denied the food.

As the man lay there, food spilled in a puddle of goo near his hand with the tray flipped, eyes blinking slowly from the shock and puddle around him, soaking into his jumpsuit, other inmates quickly shifted towards him, fishing his pockets for anything they could find before kicking his shoes with a ”Get up, you're pathetic.” Guards came around, shoving inmates aside and also kicking the floored inmates boots and yelling, ”Filth. Stand up you sick fuck and clean this up!” His voice was shrill and sharp. Number 57 quivered a little, coming back to reality slowly before attempting to lift himself from the ground. A bruise was already forming on his cheek from it's impact on the ground.

Though Vladimir's expression was unchanging as he turned back to his yellow goop which was now half finished, his white spoon now holding a thick layer of sludge like film which no amount of effort could remove. His eyes caught those of the Asian looking man who sat down near him, perhaps one of the new arrivals from the previous night, or so thought Vladimir. His expression, still held in a neutral tone was ever unchanging as he looked for just long enough to give the impression that he was aware of his presence but just that. He once again, faced his gruel and took one last bit before putting down his spoon and continuing to study the activity of the inmates surrounding him.

With the time of the breakfast having dawned, Henneth stood at the door of his cell and awaited the guards to either open the door and let him get something to feast upon with them taking him there, or either sliding the tray forcefully into the cell and making a mess of it all. None the less, something to eat would be better than having nothing. "Hey fuck faces, yeah you. When the hell are we getting our meals, just because we are in here like filth doesn't mean we don't deserve food at the least." Oh how Henneth just chose the wrong words to start his day with. Upon finishing speaking his door burst open smashing into him thus causing him to crash into the wall, after that two guards came into the cell and picked him up. One of the two gave him a hefty punch to the face and then the pair dragged him into the hall. "Attention you buckets of filth, this poor fuck has decided to taunt us and make demands for meals, we all know how that goes around here." The guard holding Henneth by his shoulders then lifts him slightly higher than before to adjust his grip, then begins to bring a slight twirl movement and upon gaining some speed, tosses Henneth about eight feet down the hall. "Now that's what I like to call 'don't demand attention from your guards maggot.'"

Upon landing harshly onto the cold metal flooring, Henneth snickered slightly and waited until the guards were closer to him before making his next move. While it did hurt to have been tossed like that but it wasn't much to deal with. He planned that if a guard came to him from behind of wrapping his legs around them and tossing them onto the floor before he was rushed and pinned and beaten back into his cell. That is, if it all worked as he had planned anyways. None the less a guard was approaching him, but not from behind, no this was from the side. The next thing Henneth knew was the world going dark.

After Henneth had blacked out from not the one guard coming from his side but one above shooting him in the neck with a taser. The guard coming from the side had increased his speed when he had reduced the distance from him and Henneth and jumped into the air with his legs extended and went for a rough kick to the ribs. Nothing was broken as far as anybody could tell but it would certainly leave a mark. Once they'd thrown Henneth into his cell one of the friendlier guards in solitary had perched him on his bed before leaving the cell and locking it up. The guard felt if anything Henneth should be on the bed instead of hunched over himself on the floor.