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I was thinking that we could get some time out of cells because of 'good behavior', which will make it easier to rp as a group. For example, because we help in the kitchen, we'll get 30 minutes in the courtyard with a basketball or something xD
"Hahaha!" Kjolmar laughed out loud, a rather rare sound within the Thornhall cells. "Leg-pulling and ball-freezing in one sentence. If I didn't know any better, I'd think my humor is contagious." His tone changed back to a more serious one. Thornhall seemed to have that effect on them. "Honestly Fee, the last cook could barely pour cereals in a bowl. Or so the gossip goes at least."
Later that day, Thornhall Kitchen
Kjolmar felt nervous while he waited for Felix. They had talked so much and opened up to each other without ever seeing each other's face. Would it be weird? What appearance were they expecting from the other?
Suddenly he noticed another inmate. The only one he had seen before, by coincidence. Nathan Jonathan Bates. Kjolmar despised that guy. Not only was Nathan rumored to be a hardcore killer, his religious views could be called extreme. "Why are you in my kitchen, Bates?" Kjolmar hissed and looked at the nearby guards as if they should escort him out or something. They gave him an arrogant look. "Lower your voice, B-5. Don't forget you are an inmate too, not the Queen of England."
Before the scene could get out of hand, Kjolmar heard two more guards approach behind them. One of them said to the guards who were already present "Here is the last one, Felix Belleville." Kjolmar turned around and stood face to face with Felix.
Later that day, Thornhall Kitchen
Kjolmar felt nervous while he waited for Felix. They had talked so much and opened up to each other without ever seeing each other's face. Would it be weird? What appearance were they expecting from the other?
Suddenly he noticed another inmate. The only one he had seen before, by coincidence. Nathan Jonathan Bates. Kjolmar despised that guy. Not only was Nathan rumored to be a hardcore killer, his religious views could be called extreme. "Why are you in my kitchen, Bates?" Kjolmar hissed and looked at the nearby guards as if they should escort him out or something. They gave him an arrogant look. "Lower your voice, B-5. Don't forget you are an inmate too, not the Queen of England."
Before the scene could get out of hand, Kjolmar heard two more guards approach behind them. One of them said to the guards who were already present "Here is the last one, Felix Belleville." Kjolmar turned around and stood face to face with Felix.
There aren't that many posts yet so feel free to pick in wherever you want.
Maybe you can start in your cell, like we did :)
Maybe you can start in your cell, like we did :)
The sound of Felix' voice always made Kjolmar smile, despite their horrible location. He crawled back up and moved towards the air duct. The floor was cold but it didn't matter anymore. "Yeah, it thrills me every day." he joked about the tasers.
It wasn't easy to make a friend in Thornhall, even mutants turned on mutants in here. Kjolmar had imagined at least a thousand different looks when he heard Felix' voice. He'd find out soon, though. The head of staff had decided the inmates should get out of their cells more in order to make themselves useful in the form of mini-jobs. Their injections would be doubled though, to avoid any problems with abilities kicking in. Kjolmar had been designed as the head chef in Thornhall's kitchen.
"Fee?" he asked, a little nervous. "We're still one guy short and I will eat my own toe if they put that Russian guy in my kitchen. Do you happen to cook?" For Kjolmar, the issue wasn't so much about the meals, he just wanted his only friend to be around him.
A grin appeared on his face. "I wish the guards would eat our meals, I'd put some soap in them."
It wasn't easy to make a friend in Thornhall, even mutants turned on mutants in here. Kjolmar had imagined at least a thousand different looks when he heard Felix' voice. He'd find out soon, though. The head of staff had decided the inmates should get out of their cells more in order to make themselves useful in the form of mini-jobs. Their injections would be doubled though, to avoid any problems with abilities kicking in. Kjolmar had been designed as the head chef in Thornhall's kitchen.
"Fee?" he asked, a little nervous. "We're still one guy short and I will eat my own toe if they put that Russian guy in my kitchen. Do you happen to cook?" For Kjolmar, the issue wasn't so much about the meals, he just wanted his only friend to be around him.
A grin appeared on his face. "I wish the guards would eat our meals, I'd put some soap in them."
@Eviledd1984It sure is, go ahead and make a CS :)
Sleeping had become a luxury since he got locked up in Thornhall. Every morning, Kjolmar woke from the footsteps entering the hall. Experience taught him to be on his guard at all times. The bruises reminded him of the one time he didn't wake up on time. The saddest part was that he realized he couldn't even report the corrupted guards. Mutants no longer received equal rights as 'normal' humans since the war started.
As the footsteps approached, Kjolmar sat up straight in his bed. When they stopped at his cell, he closed his eyes for one second as all hope got drained that they were just passing through. "B-5, come with us." one of them said. They always with two guards. Kjolmar wasn't sure why, since all prisoners were constantly drugged anyway. Perhaps they didn't want to risk any abilities gettign through or something like that.
Kjolmar walked up to the front of the cell. "I didn't do anything." he tried as a last resort. One of the guard zapped him with a taser. "We didn't ask for your opinion, B-5." One should think you'd get used to the feeling of getting tasered but it made Kjolmar feel ill every single time. Kjolmar grabbed the bars in front of him in order not to fall to the floor from the pain. The bars started to bend a little, most likely a result from his suppressed powers. "Hey, cut it out." one of the guards said. The other one started to walk to the next cell. "Maybe we should take that one first."
Panic filled Kjolmar's eyes. He couldn't let them take Felix, he didn't even know what they were planning this time. He had to think fast. "And here I was hoping for a threesome with you guys. Oh well, I'll just imagine it when I give myself a wank later on." It seemed to work, the guards came back to his cell. "Still Mr. wise guy, huh B-5? Let's see who will laugh last." They opened to the cell door but at that exact moment, their walkies buzzed. They were called in by their boss. "It seems to be your lucky day, B-5, enjoy it while you still can." With those words, they left the hall.
Kjolmar threw himself on his bed, recovering from the tasering and relieved he dodged a bullet there.
As the footsteps approached, Kjolmar sat up straight in his bed. When they stopped at his cell, he closed his eyes for one second as all hope got drained that they were just passing through. "B-5, come with us." one of them said. They always with two guards. Kjolmar wasn't sure why, since all prisoners were constantly drugged anyway. Perhaps they didn't want to risk any abilities gettign through or something like that.
Kjolmar walked up to the front of the cell. "I didn't do anything." he tried as a last resort. One of the guard zapped him with a taser. "We didn't ask for your opinion, B-5." One should think you'd get used to the feeling of getting tasered but it made Kjolmar feel ill every single time. Kjolmar grabbed the bars in front of him in order not to fall to the floor from the pain. The bars started to bend a little, most likely a result from his suppressed powers. "Hey, cut it out." one of the guards said. The other one started to walk to the next cell. "Maybe we should take that one first."
Panic filled Kjolmar's eyes. He couldn't let them take Felix, he didn't even know what they were planning this time. He had to think fast. "And here I was hoping for a threesome with you guys. Oh well, I'll just imagine it when I give myself a wank later on." It seemed to work, the guards came back to his cell. "Still Mr. wise guy, huh B-5? Let's see who will laugh last." They opened to the cell door but at that exact moment, their walkies buzzed. They were called in by their boss. "It seems to be your lucky day, B-5, enjoy it while you still can." With those words, they left the hall.
Kjolmar threw himself on his bed, recovering from the tasering and relieved he dodged a bullet there.
@jetipster Accepted ^^
Name:
Kjolmar Delacroix
Role:
Mutant/prisoner
Abilities (if mutant):
Without the substance, Kjolmar could manipulate reality with his mind (sort of like the Jean Grey Phoenix in X-men).
While under the influence of the substance, his abilities are limited to a weak version of telekinesis and telepathy, both asking a lot of energy for minimal results.
Personality and/or background:
Kjolmar used to have a light-hearted personality and loved to have fun in general. He did not actively participate in the Mutant war but because his abilities were registered, the government labelled him as a potential threat and he was sent to Thornhall. During his time there, his smile almost disappeared as a result of aggressive cellmates, corrupted guards and the lack of freedom. If it wasn't for Felix, the only true friend he made in there, he would've given up hope.
Appearance (picture preferred):
Kjolmar Delacroix
Role:
Mutant/prisoner
Abilities (if mutant):
Without the substance, Kjolmar could manipulate reality with his mind (sort of like the Jean Grey Phoenix in X-men).
While under the influence of the substance, his abilities are limited to a weak version of telekinesis and telepathy, both asking a lot of energy for minimal results.
Personality and/or background:
Kjolmar used to have a light-hearted personality and loved to have fun in general. He did not actively participate in the Mutant war but because his abilities were registered, the government labelled him as a potential threat and he was sent to Thornhall. During his time there, his smile almost disappeared as a result of aggressive cellmates, corrupted guards and the lack of freedom. If it wasn't for Felix, the only true friend he made in there, he would've given up hope.
Appearance (picture preferred):
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