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Liv



It was a beautiful day, perfect weather low 70s. Just enough of a breeze to keep you from sweating too hard. Liv couldn't have picked a better place. From her lawn chair she sat high on a cliff overlooking the coast. Around her over a dozen beers can lay crushed and crumpled. Pushing her sunglasses up she took a sip of the beer in her hand. Then let out a loud burp that might have scared a few of the local fauna members.

"Whew." She lay back, settling into the chair. The sun just started to peak out from behind a cloud as her eyes drifted shut. Then the alarm sounded. The god damn alarm. It wasn't really an alarm, more like a buzzing inside her neck. It made her shiver. "Fuckers are cutting my break early." She grumbled. With a overly loud groan Liv shoved herself up. Downing the beer she fell out of the chair and into thin space.

Spinning as she came out she turned the space around her to... somewhere. Wait. Concentrate. Fuck. No.

Landing on her rear end Liv was spit out in a... train station? The fuck? Wrong place. Why was she still spinning? Or was the just her head? She shook her head to try to clear it but just ended up making herself more dizzy. God she was a drunk. Finally after a second to gather herself she threw her head back into space. For a split second all she could feel was herself tumbling before she was at the prison. Yay. At least she felt the buzzing in her neck stop. Shaking her head once again she looked around.

"Hey! Evan. Short cunt! Yeah you. Why the fuck was I called?"

The guy in uniform infront of her look mystified for a second. "My... my names not Evan. It's John.

"Yeah yeah. No one cares Evan." She rushed on. "Why the fuck am I here?"

He sighed, "New shipment. Higher ups want you on intros."

"Uuuuuugh!" Liv threw her hands and head back exaggerating her exasperation. Flipping off Evan, she dissipated again. Reappearing ontop of the wall, Liv instantly regretted her hat. The fuzzy ears were making her sweat. It was hot! Like boil an egg on the pavement hot. She could see the heat waves coming up off the ground. The dead and non-luscious desert ground. Great... so glad she ended her tropical break early for this shit. And on introduction duty for the babies to top it off. Maybe this time there would be a fun toy for her. Feeling a little unsteady on her feel she leaned against the wall and looked down as the armored prisoner truck pulled up to the front gate.
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Kate




The windows weren't exactly the clearest things in the world, waves of dust flying past the tainted glass, like ocean waves crashing against the chassis. The desert didn't feel like it was moving, other than the rumbling of the engine below. She knew they were approaching soon... couldn't necessarily say she was very happy about it, or her current situation in the slightest.

Kate sat near one of the many windows, there weren't many people for such a large bus... especially to where they were headed. Her eyes stayed to the bright and hot world outside, the bus didn't have any air conditioning at all. Feels like a fucking oven in here. Though, she figured she might as well get used to this... it was the middle of nowhere in the desert.

She fiddled with her fingers in her lap, her green eyes transfixed to the amber sand as it flew by, spirals looping and interweaving in her headspace...

She was no stranger to stress. In fact, it was like the next-door neighbor, the family friend that always knocks on your door every afternoon asking for a cup of sugar. At least if people even do that anymore. Now it's just creepy.

All she could think about was what would happen to her in this place. Some portion of her cognitive dissonance wanted to say that she belonged here, another said that she didn't. A larger part was guilty for what she did... what it did... The aching in her chest, the stitches she never remembered getting, the neckband- a collar more like -that was snug against her throat...

The bus began to slow, as a shadow was cast among the sand, something blocking out the sunlight, and considerably reducing the amount of pent up heat inside the air frier that was that transport bus. Her thoughts were drawn away, gaze shifting up.

A wall.

What exactly was she expecting?
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Robert Fisk


Robert was having a wonderful dream before opening his eyes to see he was handcuffed on a bus. In his dream, he was chasing a little girl down a long flight of stairs. He used his powers to distort the form of his body, using his clown persona to chase the girl. Enjoying the scared look on the girl’s face. He had his hands out ready to touch her but he was awoken before the best part could happen. From what he could remember he was being processed and moved to another prison. The last prison could barely handle his powers and his quite disruptive behaviour. Although it was a shame he couldn’t use his powers as much as he’d like, however he could still have fun with the other prisoners. The old man’s eyes were scanning and studying the other prisoners on the bus.

He thought Sirocco would be no different than Maine State Prison or Rikers. The old man looked over at a brunette-haired girl who looked quite pretty. Unfortunately, the girl was seated far away from him so he couldn’t speak to her. If he stood up then the guards would take him, and that was something he didn’t want. He placed his hand into the pocket of his prison suit. Staring at her while licking his lips and not caring that the other prisoners were watching him. This prison would in his mind be no different than the others. “I can’t wait to shepherd the sheep in this jail. Ooooh, I will be a good little shepherd.” Thinking to himself removing his hand when told by one of the prison guards.

Glaring at the guard before staring out of the window. Enjoying the thoughts of his past crimes. Particularly the last one which was his most gruesome. The way her body convulsed as she was dying, the way she begged for him to stop. There were already a few prisoners in the bus he wouldn't mind "Sheparding". The old man smiled to himself while feeling quite excited.
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Deomni Grail Morningstar


Hard blue light encapsulated Deomni’s face as he clicked away at his keyboard. Another night of no sleep, all because he was the only one who did documentation correctly. Tilting his head from left to right he got a few pops, there was also the manipulation of his hands and wrists. Deomni had his exercises that he did in order to keep himself from falling asleep or getting carpal tunnel. Once he finished his hand movements he stood up and stretched. Daylight peeking through the cracks of his blinded windows. He had tried to set up curtains, however, even though they seemed to slump in the heat. Which was strange considering he was the one who corrected the air conditioning systems in the area.

Papers were scattered all over his desk next to his computer monitors, keyboard, and mouse. One screen read: Detailed Patient Information and evaluation. The other screen read: Maintenance Log. There were many tabs of other programs and the like opened as well. Before he left his room he made sure to lock the desktop. With a defeated sigh he moved over to his minifridge and pulled out an energy drink. Afterwards he took his tablet and pulled the data from his PC to it. He noted the memo of new arrivals the sender was listed as Boss. Another sigh and a sip. His lips tingled as the drink passed by and into his system.

“Today is going to suck.” He lamented out loud in his office. He was walking toward the exit then stopped. Hastily he moved to his desk and pulled out a small fan. Deomni made sure that everything was closed and locked up correctly. His PC was something that was actually inside the ground under the desk. He had suggested setting it up like this in order to secure it. He unplugged the cords and moved the desk, so the ports were no longer in view. Afterwards he moved the cords to a side of his desk where it looked like a tower or laptop would plug in.

Another sigh left his lips as he put his drink down on the ground nearby. He tried to tidy up the paperwork but just ended up stacking it all together. That would probably be a headache when he got back. Once finished he placed it into a file cabinet. He remembered to pick up his drink as he moved out of the room. On his left wrist was a bracelet which he used to lock the door. It was early in the morning so he made his way to one of the guard stations. There he picked up some food and ate. An apple and some bread. Seemed like a light breakfast or an almost non-existent dinner.

Deomni could already feel the heat. Well, it was more that he could feel the AC units kicking on. The heat didn’t really bother him, not as much as it did the others. It was just that electronics had issues with being too dry. That and his patients were all grumpy… well, more grumpy than normal. Which increased the difficulty of getting through to them. He considered everyone here a patient and had files on the guards and his boss as well. This was because he was told that he had to send the information. It was one of the reasons his documentation was so detailed.

Shaking away his thoughts he focused on eating. He needed to use this time to let his mind rest. If he were lucky he would finish the initial meet and greet documentation early. If he did he would be able to actually sleep. A full night of sleep is what he dreams for, well, daydreams for. Deomni could hear Olivia screaming at someone outside. Thus he knew that the day had really started. He moved through the complex and sat in a chair. Around this chair was a small desk and a thick plastic see through pane. There were lines outside that had colors leading the prisoners to specific sections of the jail. This section he sat in was listed as intake.

Outside the doors there would be a sign which held the letters Intake. This was the door where the buses dropped off prisoners. Once inside they would get the collars or upgraded collars. There were cameras placed everywhere and one to take an image of when they arrived. There was a mechanical arm that Deomni controlled with the assistance of the computer. He would ask people for their general information as they came in. Then they would get the upgraded nano dampeners collar. Each person would then receive clothing and would have to line up. The guards usually led them in groups of 5 or 10 depending on the amount they were able to find.

The Boss would usually make an appearance during intake. Mainly to stuff his finger in people’s faces and show them who the “big dog” is around here. To Deomni the man had a set of different complexes and that was why he was here. The people he worked for or with didn’t want him around. Deomni usually just looked like he was ignoring the situation but wrote down everything the Boss did. He wasn’t sure if the Boss knew he was doing this. However, he assumed that he did and did not care.

The Boss reminded him of the person at work that no one likes, all the females felt uncomfortable around him, and somehow he got promoted. Then all the females on the team shifted to being reviewed by someone not him. No matter how many people reported him, nothing ever stook. No matter what he kept his job and position. It wasn’t like people would tell on him but Deomni had to in order to keep his job. It mattered little to him what the Boss would do. Then again he could end up in this prison as a prisoner. That was the only thought that scared Deomni.

Intake days lacked personal one on one interactions. It was all business all the time and in this monotony, he found himself akin to a robot. There was little he did other than ask the correct needed questions in order to get the lines moving. This was probably because the Boss didn’t like it when Deomni tried to “make friends.” Another sip of his drink as they started flowing in. He had hoped that this experience would pass quickly. Then perhaps he could get some sleep or interview some of the new patients. The dark bags under his eyes told people that he didn’t sleep much. They would probably be able to tell that he was overworked. However, he smiled at every person who passed in front of him.
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