[IC] Project Myth (reboot)

[Thantos]

Thunder crashed and the wind blew as a storm roared over Mount Rushmore and the stone heads of the founding fathers. A black jeep followed by a black bus and tanks rolled up toward the base of the mountain. The windows tinted and the prisoners on the inside. Chained with titanium steel and shock collars that when a button is pressed a 10000 volts of electricity is fired from the collars into the wearer. Enough to kill a man, a normal man anyways. These arent normal prisoners. These were children of ancient myth gods and goddesses. The jeep honked twice as it rolled and the base of the National monument opened revealing a giant steel room with a very large steel platform elevator. It started to go down when all vehicles came to a stop. The tanks aimed at the bus ready to fire at any sudden moves. At last they reached their destination, the underground prison that was there to contain children of the gods. Its been around for many years since the first major children of gods showed up. A society trying to keep the One True God around. The warden greeted the new comers with a...foul catholic greeting...

the warden-"Welcome children of false gods. I am the warden/Father here at your new home, and even though your parents are...false in the creations of our Holy Father and his Blessed child Jesus Christ our lord and savior, I welcome you."

One of the prisoners wear a skull ring with gold teeth and dreadlocks smiled and chuckled. "Mon, what are you talking about. Your the one following under a "False God" even his son is a fake, he cried when they did that shit to him."

The prisoner that spoke against the Wardens beliefs was a Known Jamaican Kingpin and Voodoo Prince, two of the prisoners that arrived with him and stood near him were actually his bodyguard and enforcer a Jamaican son of a greek god Ares, and the bodyguard was a voodoo born son of Ogoun the god of iron.

[Bai Suzhen]

Mei ignores the warden and the kingpin's discussion. The way she sees it, no reason Jehovah or Yahweh or whatever you want to call him can't also be around. Alright, it's kind of arrogant of him to not acknowledge the other gods, but arrogance and omnipotence go hand in hand.

Unlike other prisoners, she isn't bound with metal. Wooden spheres encase her hands, and thick ropes keep her in place with the others. The shock collar is likewise mostly leather, save for the key components.

When the facility is secured and her cuffs have been removed, Mei rolls her shoulders, stretches her arms, and rolls up the arms and legs on her orange prison jumpsuit.

She gives the other new arrivals a look, but doesn't speak until the warden is done with his speech. She suspects the guards are all to eager to use their shock-batons.

[dee]

Karlie Morgan

Hazel eyes stared straight ahead at the white walls that surrounded her. Karlie Morgan didn't know how many days had passed - it was hard to gain a concrete grasp on time when all the lights in her room were always open to make sure that she wasn't planning yet another escape. She wondered if it had been months or even years since she'd first been brought to this place - taken despite all her protesting. Abducted, was the better word. She remembered her arrival at the facility. She became good friends with the guard's shock-batons. She had to wear the shock collar for what felt like forever, feeling like she was lower than a dog. An animal to be caged.

Just the thought of that day - the day when these monsters took everything away from her - was enough to bring forth her anger. She felt it escaping her body, the icy tendrils forming on the wall she had her back on. Within a second, the room's temperature raised enough to bring a burning sensation on the parts of Karlie's body that touched the walls and floor. She jumped up, standing and staring at the ceiling where she assumed they were watching her from. She was wrong, of course. Hidden cameras littered the walls of her chamber, ever watchful eyes on her day in and day out.

"Dammit, I'm calm!" she shouted, forcing the ice to subside. As soon as the remnants of her power dissipated, the temperature dropped back to normal. Grimacing, Karlie wiped her forehead causing several drops of sweat to fall on the floor. "I told you people I'm behaving. No need to bring the heat," she muttered before she settled back on the now cool surfaces. She heard that new prisoners would be arriving that day. She bit back a laugh thinking about how they were being subjected to the Warden's usual garble about them being the children of false gods. She certainly didn't miss that.

She settled on the floor, tucking her arms underneath her head. "Hey," she called out to no one in particular, "Have I been really good? Maybe you should finally let me out of this cage. I'd even wear that fucking collar. I'm going insane here."

[Rogue Colm]

Sothe's grey eyes wandered across the other inmates entering. Not a bad bunch of kids, but as the warden said, they're all kids of "false" deities. Rolling his eyes at the one guy who decided to speak. Does nobody else watch TV? I know the best way to get out is the play nice for a while until we find a rat-hole to leave through. Geez. Little did he wish to admit to himself, but the Voo-Dude has a point. A few... well, a while has gone by since day one, and everyone else seems so uncomfortable. Sothe himself couldn't find a decent bit of darkness to be able to calm himself down, except at lights out. Seemed like people were on edge, maybe kept on edge purposefully. None of them knew why, but it is what it is. The longer all of them were here, the less they tried to escape. There's gotta be a blind spot in those cameras. Somewhere. Even a square foot would be enough to set everything into motion... Continuously trying to spot any spot where a camera couldn't see anything was Sothe's number one goal.

[Thantos]

Staring down the warden the Druglord didnt even flinch when the guards took a step forward. It was time for them to get their cells, the guards shoved the new prisoners to get them moving. Each placed in a cell that felt like home but still wasnt. For the drug lord, a desk with a computer and phone. So he can run hos operations from there. Under watch of course. All the guards were wearing gas masks. If it got to our of control the defence system would kick in and gas the prison. Seevah now in his cell looked at the guards. "I would like my suit and cane back if im to feel like im conducting my operations." The guards looked at each other and radioed the warden. The warden denied the suit but let him have his cane. The Jamaican grabbed the can and popped open the skull and pulled out a pinch of home grown herb, and he rolled it and looked at the guards. "Got a lighter i can use, mon?"

[Bai Suzhen]

Mei pauses in the entrance to her new home. This earns her a rifle-butt to the small of the back, and she falls to the bamboo-mat floor as the heavy wood door is closed behind her, and sealed with a heavy bar on the other side.

Almost everything in the cell is made of wood, or some form of plant matter. Everything that isn't is made of plastic. A camera in a plastic bubble watches her pace the room. The bed is a mat on the floor - no room to hide anything under it.

For the first time since her capture, Mei has time to herself. In Shanghai, she was under constant supervision, right up until she was loaded into the van. Then again, there's that camera... At least she can't see whoever is watching her.

So, what does she have... An empty bookcase, empty wicker basket, presumably for clothes, bed and a big door.

Nothing to be done. Mei closes her eyes, and does her best to sleep.