IC

Ziglet pulled out his baton and started beating Lubbent with it and said so only Lubbent could hear him, "Odd damnit Lubbent! Don't you play these crappy tricks on me! You've done crap like this a'fore!" He stopped hitting him and said loudly in the cafeteria, "THERE IS NO RIOT IN THE COURTYARD. I REPEAT, THERE IS NO RIOT IN THE COURTYARD! ANYONE WHO TRIES TO RIOT WILL GET KILLED BY ONE OF THE GUARDS HERE!" He shouted, taking a look around.

Mongo looked up happily at the thought of rioting, but then realized that it was just one of the stupid inmates 'pranks'. He grunted and said to everyone at the table, "Stupid Lubbent. I hope they hang 'em some time soon so we can be rid of him sometime soon." He said. Kreda said nothing, she just nodded and continued to sit there, looking around the cafeteria.

EDITED: Wevar sighed as he finished thinking about the forest. Just then, he saw a wolvark running past. Wevar chuckled, "Playin' games eh? These kids never learn". Wevar stood up walked
back inside.

Noah sighed, "Alright, I'll be careful...". Noah turned around, "By the way, can anyone else hear music?". Noah looked down to see his food. He started eating it once more, letting the liquid drain down his throat. 'Not bad', he thought to himself.

OOC: Erm...Alexfili, how could you be all the way in the cafeteria in that second? You were just in the barracks, saw someone run by, and then somehow got to Ziglet's side. Dx Just saying. :P

IC: Though Lubbent was crafty, he did get beat occasionally. But he wasn't ready to go down yet. "No- OW!- This Time I- Ouch!- Saw sumthin! I- YOW!- Did!- OW!- I swear!" He said amidst his beatings. He had really hoped for a better show from Ziglet. In the begining, he did, but after the time he swore he saw a flock of paramites in the prison cells, Ziglet had had enough. But every now and then, Lubbent got lucky.

OOC: Guys, ya think MAYBE it would be a good idea not to have so many incredibly short posts at such huge quantities? I mean, all it seems to do is waste space (hypocritical, I know).

We have freedom to do as we wish, but with so many of these posts, it looks more like a chatroom. This is pretty much what happened to the Tribe of Akuafobeea RPG. I leave one day, only to face a whole long chain of posts to read. I know this makes me sound like a lazy jackass, but it seems unfair to those who might have busy times here and there.

OOC: With the exception of a few posts, I try and make a reasonably long piece of writing for each particular character. Personally I'd like to see 3-4 lines per character per dialog sequence. Also if we could limit the number of posts per person to one a day (although I think we're okay with that so far), then the RPG should progress smoothly. I don't think that being busy or not will really affect the way that the RPG is run, people just post when they have spare time anyway. Checking the RPG once a day for 5 minutes isn't asking a lot. But we can all do our bit to make this a successful RPG!

OOC I'm sure that once we get deeper into this, we will have longer posts. The RP just started a few days ago, I say give it some time and most people will be posting long posts. It's just that right now there's not something super amazing going on. OH, and why didn't you post, chronicler? Mr.Masta is yelling at you for having your radio on. :P


IC


Ziglet ignored Lubbent and said, "Get back to your cells, punk, before I crack your head open like a shell." He looked over to Mr.Masta, than looked to where the musklim was, with a radio, playing music. "Yes, 'guard', why are you playing music in the cafeteria?!!?!?! That is against the rules, so I suggest that you take that crap out of the cafeteria before I smash it up and break it into tiny pieces. Understand?" he told him. "Everyone else, the cafeteria will close for the day in ten minutes, so hurry up and eat your fill and get to the courtyard or your cells." he shouted.

Mongo laughed at the sight of a guard getting yelled at and a inmate getting beaten by Ziglet. "Hahaha! Haha! My odd," he said, wiping away a tear, "this is some funny stuff. But ten minutes? That's some bull. I'll be going to the courtyard. Heck, maybe that riot may start after all." he said with laughter. He got up from his seat and said, "Well, i'm going. I'll see you there, Kred." He said and walked out of the cafeteria.

"Well now that the big outlaw's gone, why don't you speak up, girl?" she said, looking at Ly. "Unless your tongue got cut out or somethin'." she said with a smirk, and sat there.

OOC: And you don't have to be on all day to just response to a few posts. This is what I'm starting to do now: Get on once per day, reply to everything that I do like post and things, and then get off and check it sometime tommorow. Whenever I do that there's only 2-5 posts after mine, so I just read them and post. : /

Dulce grunted in acknowledgement of the other prisoner; "Some guard's playing the music in the cafeteria, the weird-lookin' new one." At about that moment the music suddenly stopped.

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Scream was getting angry (which tended to happen easily), especially when the freak with the radio started mocking him. He raise his gun was was distracted by a shout of, "Riot! Riot!" and watched the captain beat up the troublemaker. Huh; if he was captain, anyone doing something like that would get a whole lot more and a beating.


About that moment, Ziglet turned to the musklim and shouted at him to turn off the music. Deciding that this was a problem he could handle, Scream raised his gun and shot at the radio; it shattered and fell silent.
Enjoying the sudden quiet, Scream turned casually to Ziglet and said, "Problem solved," And added a moment later in a not-very-sincere voice, "Sir."

IC: Mr. Masta admired Scream for his way of “handling things”, but he did not like it when he showed a bit of disrespect toward the captain. “Good job Scream, that was very professional. Now if you don’t mind you can take the liberty in cleaning the mess up.”
Masta then left the cafeteria without saying another word.

Up on the watch tower balcony, was Frank, scanning the court yard. So far it was a normal day, but very boring. Frank missed having some action in his life, but not much he could do about it. After he got bored with the court yard, he walked inside the tower to see if the there was anything interesting on the monitors. Sadly there wasn’t, Frank sat down in the one chair up there. He kicked his feet up on desk and switched one of the monitors to a TV station.

Taze headed back to his cell, it was beginning to get a little crowded down at the court yard. He hid his cigs in the inner pocket of his jumpsuit, it was hard to hide this stuff from the guards so he had to take extreme caution.

OOC: I wasn't really talking about length of the posts, as much as huge quantity of the posts. But, since it ain't a big deal, no worries.

IC: "WAAH!" Azkiz ducked down and tightly held onto his own gun when his radio suddenly asploded. It rained black metallic chips above the perplexed Musklum's shellhood. "Sheesh. What a sore loser." He said in a disappointed voice, and with a bumbling look on his face. The musklum looked down at his now destroyed radio. He wasn't really ... caring about it. As much as he simply wants to continue nipping at his superiors. Ignoring Ziglet's yelling, Azkiz looked back at Scream. "Nice aim, Hotcakes. But ya still gotta clean da mess. Ha!"
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Ly nearly jumped at the sudden bang. Presley's voice was quickly silenced ... Alot had happened in this one moment of time. Perhaps things would've become alot more funny if it weren't for the Warden and his little suck-up Slig. But anyhow, perhaps it was a good idea to leave the Cafeteria for now. But NOT before get revenge on he who captured her many times. "Hey Azkiz! Think you can clean this mess up too?!", she said, throwing the idea out there for Ziglet to hear. She grinned at the fantasy of the Musklum getting thrashed by Scream ...

IC

"Ah, good idea, Mud. Infact Azkiz, how about you help the janitor mop up the cafeteria after everyone gets out? Ah, and Scream. Good job. Blunt, but good no less....Don't worry about cleaning up the mess, our little musklum friend'll do it for you." Ziglet said with a snicker. "Also Azkiz, if you keep sassing other guards and pulling crap like this, I'm going to demote you to latrine duty." he said, then looked at Lubbent. "And you, no more crap, or you'll be stuck in solitary confinement." he said and looked at Azkiz do make sure he did as told.

Mongo walked into the courtyard and leaned against a fence, leaning his head back and looking up at the sky. He just stood in the breeze silently, in somewhat of a daze.

"Well. What a fun lunch. I'm going to the courtyard. Anyone coming?" Kreda said, looking around at the people at the table. "I'd rather be somewhere safe instead of possibly being in the way of a gun fight of guards. Aye?" she said with a bit of sarcasm.

IC: Lubbent looked at Ziglet in a sort of 'You can't be serious.' way. "Oooo, I haven't heard that threat before." He said, before scrambling over to grab some grub. Then he asked for everything you could get. He wanted nothing more than to throw it all at Ziglet, but he knew that would land him in some serious trouble. Of course, if he slipped into the courtyard and made sure nobody paid attention to him, he could create signs of a riot. But no, Ziglet wouldn't fall for that. He wouldn't trust a word he said anymore. No matter what it was. He always knew it had to be some kind of trick. If only he was replaced soon, thought Lubbent as he sat down. Maybe then the captain would be more gullible. For now, Lubbent would have to wolf down whatever was best today, and find something interesting to do with the rest. If he could find a bit of spare paper and maybe a bit of tape, he could make himself a somewhat squishy ball. Of course if he threw that at somebody, they'd be covered in terrible tasting food. He almost laughed at the thought of Ziglet being hit in the back of the head with that. If he made enough, he might actually be able to escape... But why? He had nowhere better to be, and sometimes it was fun messing with the stupid guards and other inmates. Just as he finished the last of his favourite bits, he realized that there was definately enough left to make a ball or two. Nodding, he picked up his tray and headed for his cells, but not before calling out to Ziglet "If ya don't beleive me, fine. But yer'll be held respoonsable if there is a riot in tha courtyard. See ya in court." Then, he scampered off.

"RIOT!", Bonest jumped up and got into a fighting pose. Then he looked around and realised where he was, "Oh, right". He picked up his sash and his pistol. He picked up a few extra clips and then looked at the alarm clock. It was about to go off in a few minutes time. He turned off the timer and went to the notice board.

Wevar walked through the balcony door, "Oh, Hiya Bonest". Bonest smiled, "Hi Wevar, I'm off for duty now". Wevar nodded, "Okay, see you later for a drink". Bonest nodded and left the barracks. He walked to the Cells. Wevar looked at his watch, time for courtyard duty. Wevar picked up his tazer and revolver. He spun the revolver chamber and then left the barracks. He walked to the courtyard and saw the prisoners leaving the canteen.

Noah nodded, "Okay, the courtyard sounds like a good idea". He quickly finished the rest of his food and placed the tray on the counter. He walked to the courtyard and saw Wevar walking in the same direction. 'Oh well, might as well be friendly'. Noah walked up to Wevar, "Hello sir". Wevar turned his head to look at Noah, "Oh, Hi there". Noah looked at Wevar's cap, "That cap colour, you must be a veteran guard, right?". Wevar smiled, "Yup. I'm Wevar, you're a new inmate, right?". Noah nodded, "Yes sir, my name is Noah. I just moved here yesterday". Wevar chuckled, "You'll like it here I think. Plenty of people to talk to. Just, don't get up to anything bad okay?". Noah smiled, "No sir, of course not".

Scream sneered at Azkiz, "Better get busy, Asskiss," He huffed. For a moment he considered going after the guard who had had the audacity to order him around, but then noticed the wolvark who had tried to start trouble heading towards the cells. Fairly sure that that area of the prison would be fairly unoccupied right now, he headed off in that direction, with half a glance back at Ziglet as he went.

The cells were smelly and dull. Scream had no trouble catching up with his quarry and soon came up behind him, the whirr of his pants giving him no chance of a stealthy entrance. "Hey Lub, come to finish your lunch alone?" He asked casually, the faintest growl in his throat.

ooc: Scream is mean.

So then. Ziglet has decided to follow that big-mouthed mud girl's advice and is forcing Azkiz to do the cleaning and the upping in place of this "Scream" person. Well ... he liked the idea of stealing foods while cleaning up ... so what's the worse that could happen? I mean, food, no matter how bad, is still what it is. FOOD. Yum ...

Azkiz swiped at a mop, sloppily dropping his own UZI weapon onto an empty, grease-dressed table. He chuckled to himself when he heard Ziglet's little threat, followed by the punishment of some other Wolvark inmate .... what was his name? Lubby? Louise? Loobend? Ah whatever. There were so many inmates, names don't matter. "Hey Ziglet boss! Thanks for making sure none of Lubby's "crap" gets inta my business of latrine duty! Haha! Odd, I crack myself up! Hahaha!"
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Ly looked at the other Mudokon girl in the crowd of inmates. What, was she kidding?! It would be just LOVELY to see a bunch of guards slaughtering eachother! Better than cruddy reception television! Buuuut, as Ziglet insisted, mineaswell get out of the cafeteria. "Hey, I think I can hang out for a while! Kill some time in this Crap Hole!" Ly quickly thought to herself. Her last chances of escape were cut short .... that Lubbent guy's "fake riot" wasn't a bad idea .... maybe with this other Mud girl, she could start a jailbreak. She just need more brave, crazy, and insane people that would follow such a plan.

IC

Ziglet sighed and pulled out his duel uzis. "OK now everyone. No more eating, get the frack out. Akziz, finish up and get back to the barracks. And I'm not kidding about the latrine duty. I'll make sure to make a right proper mess of 'em if you screw around again." He said, waving his uzis around threatiningly. Now, that Lubbent fellow needs to learn how to respect his betters, Ziglet thought to himself. May have to beat him some more, put him in that solitary confinement... Did they even HAVE a solitary confinement cell? he continued in his thoughts, walking out of the cafeteria and into the guard barracks.

Mongo nodded whenever Kreda walked out into the couryard, with the other mudokon girl with her. "So's, what we going to do today? Any ideas? I'm getting tired of this rat hole. Damn." he said, kicking a rock across the courtyard.
"The heck if I know. If only there was some fun stuff to do here. Ah, why couldn't I have been sent to an asylum. Atleast there they treat you nice." she said it with a laugh and pulled out a lighter and a pack of lung busters, lighting one and putting it to lips, inhaling deeply.

IC: Lubbent stopped dead in his tracks. Scream. This guy was not going to fall for his tricks either, not that he needed one. Scream wasn't about to bother Lubbent from having a bit of fun with this bad tasting food. "Weeeell... I was, till you showed up. Wanna share?" Said Lubbent in his friendliest voice. He was hoping for a yes. Then he'd remember not to mess with Lubbent. 'Maybe I'll blame tha 'riot' if he says yes. Tha warden will jus' get Ziglet in trouble fer that...' Thought Lubbent, hoping to make at least one pinch in the prison's side. 'This'll be fun... Even if he says no.'

IC: Frank could see Ziglet heading back the Barracks, while the warden was heading to his office. Immediately he could tell the warden was in a very bad mood. After everything disappeared on the monitors, Frank decided to take another look in the courtyard.
He could see one of the inmates(Kreda) were smoking. Frank checked his pockets to see if he had one. “nope” he said to himself. He decided to go down to the courtyard growns and ‘confiscate’ them from her. With one hand on his pistol he said “I’m gonna need to take those lung busters away.”

After Taze reached his cell, he knocked on the back wall and waited for a response. He heard a knock in return. Taze pulled out a few bricks at the bottom of the wall, then slipped the pack of cigs through the hole. Then a case of soulstorm came through

IC: Forret was in mid sing-song when the music suddenly stopped, hearing his own worn out voice echoing through the laundry room in the newly acquired silence. "Huh, nothin' good lasts long here." He said with a huff, and finished off sweeping up the room.

Grasping his beloved broom by the long handle, he plodded to the cafeteria to see if there was any more mess, hoping there would be less inmates in there so he could finish sweeping it more efficiently without having to irritate them. He walked in to find Azkiz cleaning up a broken radio. Forret immediately thought that an inmate had lost his temper and broken it. "What the bloody hell's been going on in here? I just cleaned this half an hour ago!" He said with a raised voice, genuinely outraged that someone had messed up his floor.

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Rallin heard the slig inmate (Dulce) reply, and decided not to pursue the conversation any further, it was his first day after all. A large amount of inmates began to filter into the courtyard and Rallin began to feel uneasy. He sat stiff on the bench, his hand grasping the 'handle' of his shiv in the back of his trousers, watching everyone intently.

OOC:Are you still accepting people?

yes

ooc: This may be tough since I'm not certain of what a Wolvark looks like (if anyone has a picture I would love a link).
Oddey, if you have any objection to any of this, let me know and I'll edit it. ;)

IC:
Scream swung out an arm and grabbed the prisoner by the neck, applying his weight and forcing the old wolvark to his knees. "We haven't had much chance to get to know each other have we, Lub? So let me tell you something; you're a prisoner, and you're less than the guards. It's about time you stop pretending you're more than that. I don't want to see you causing trouble again cus we're all getting sick of it, and some of us have a shorter fuse than lover-boy Ziglet."

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Dulce had gone back to mostly ignoring everything while he stood there, but he happened to overhear the mud girl speaking, "The heck if I know. If only there was some fun stuff to do here. Ah, why couldn't I have been sent to an asylum. Atleast there they treat you nice."

He may have been introverted, but he wasn't a total brzstrk. Sometimes you had to warn people. "Huh, don't count on that," He called out to her, "Seriously, don't try and plead insanity to get out of here. I used to work for a law firm, and for every case we had of a jail bird trying to get into an asylum to escape prison, we had two nutters trying to plead sanity to escape the asylum. Vykkers have no more morals than sligs, but they have bigger needles and more imagination for where to point them."
Surprised by the length of his own speech, he looked away and shut up.


ooc: Scream is not someone you want to be alone with (though I really wish he had a gang to back him up :p). I'm also seeing the error of putting a socially introverted character in an RPG; I might make a few subtle changes to Dulce's personality.

Oddey, as I said if you object to Scream's actions, let me know. He is being scary.

OOC: I have no objection to Scream's actions. I hope you have no objection to Lubbent's.
IC: Lubbent had no chance whatsoever to block the oncoming attack with a tray in his hands. Scream's strength brought him to his knees, and Lubbent decided to seize the oppertunity to 'accidently' drop the tray onto Scream. Whatever else Scream had to say about Lubbent was going to have to wait. This was typical of Scream. Always adding spice to Ziglet's otherwise unimpressive scolding. It wasn't the first time Lubbent had been bullied around by the other guards. Some of them had given up after there was little improvement. The rest doubled their efforts. But this wasn't as bad as it could be. So Lubbent figured that a tray of food on Scream's head would just make it a little worse than usual. 'After all, I probaly would'a dropped it on 'im even if I tried not ter.' Thought Lubbent as the tray of food was about to hit Scream dead in the face.

OOC: Lol nice...Too bad not everyone is around to scream "FIGHT, FIGHT, FIGHT!!!" ah, good times...And yes, rampage, you can indeed join, just read through as many posts as you can then post your characters, so you know whats happening.

IC

Kreda looked at the guard that came up to her and demanded her smokes. "Hey, how about you buzz off? Ziglet doesn't confiscate things from me, don't see why I should let you." she said, blowing a puff of smoke in his face. "And even if you DO use that thing and try to shoot me, I'm sure Mongo here will beat the crap out of you, or Ziglet will beat you unconscious for having the crapiest reason ever for trying to take a pack of smokes from a inmate. So, like I said, It would be easier on YOU if you just buzzed off. Unless you want to get beat, which either way you will." she said, and put the cigarette back in her mouth.

Mongo stood behind her, rolling his shoulders around and popping his neck. Luckily for the guard, though, Mongo didn't have a weapon with him. He flexed his biceps and stood there, looking at the guard with a smirk. "Don't make a mistake, pal. I don't think you would be fast enough to take Kreda, me, and perhaps this other mudokon over here down with that gun. Just walk away." he said.

Ziglet walked into the barracks and looked around to see if anyone was in there. Whenever he saw no one, he walked into his Barracks' Office and sat down in his chair, grabbing a newspaper and flipping through it, his thoughts completely focused on the newspaper.

IC: Frank was prepared for resistant’s, what slipped his mind was the fact that Ziglet would most likely not approve. Frank knew when he had been beat. “You win this time, but mark my words, this is not over.” Frank walked away, but already he had a plan to take his revenge. Frank began heading toward the barracks.

Taze hid the case of brew under his bunk. wasn’t much, but it was better than nothing. Grabbing a few bottles and hidding them in is pocket, hey headed back to the court yard.

When Mr. Masta arrived back at his office, the pile of papper work was still on his desk. “where is that assistant?” He said to himself. He then sat down at his desk putting his feet up. Then he ‘accidentally’ kicked the paper work on to the floor. Masta then tried to press the intercom button on his desk with his foot (which made him felt like an idiot). “Could the janitor of District C please report to my office for clean up duty.” after that was said, he pressed the button again with his foot. While he waited, he picked up his still lit cigar that was sitting in his ash tray. All he had to do now was puff on his cigar and relax.

Wevar looked at the mudokon (Noah). His last comment had a cheeky feel to it, but Wevar wouldn't ask about it. Wevar simply nodded, tilted his hat and walked to the other side of the courtyard. "Man, it feels hot today". He took out a small towel and wiped his face. "Feel's like it's bath month already". Oh well, he might as well do a bit of guarding while he was here.

Bonest was walking around the cells. Every so often he would enter the cells and do a search. He was always careful with his searches, so far he'd found; a poster of a mud without a loincloth, a small rock-hammer (the one geologists use), a shiv, an illegal cig... "Oh, what's this?". He saw some herbs lying on one of the bedsheets. He sniffed it once, "Hmmm, Class 2 perhaps". He sniffed again and confirmed it, "Yup, that's definately Sloofer". He pocketed it and continued walking. (PS. He doesn't plan on keeping the drugs, he's not that kind of Slig).

Noah sighed, the courtyard was barely better than the cafeteria. Here there was no protection from the sunlight or the less-than-friendly stares from the more vicious inmates. Oh well, time to start conversing again. He walked up to Mongo and his friend. "So, Mongo... Do you have many friends here?"

IC: Before Azkiz could answer Forret, he heard over the intercom Mr. Masta calling for his services in his office. "Oh bloody hell!" He moaned, and trudged out of the cafeteria towards the office.

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Rallin watched two inmates (Mongo and Kreda) have a short dispute with a guard, and stared at the defeated guard as he left the courtyard. Rallin stood up from the bench, letting go of his shiv, and walked over to the smaller inmate (Kreda). "He's a bit of a b*stard isn't he? Who did he think he was? Walking around here with that pansy gun. Huh."

Azkiz plopped the mop over his head as a crack salute to the Mud Janitor, Forret. His bulging eyes glanced over to the now yelling Mud. Why was floor still messy? He should most definitley ask Hotcakes "Scream" the reason, the Musklum bitterly, but more or less jokingly, thought to himself. "Well sorry OLD timer ... Looks like da floor didn't catch yer message dat half hour ago." However, by then, Forret Mudokon was summoned by the Mister Masta Gluk and he was runnin' off doing who knows what.
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Ly found herself in another repetitive day at this stnkin' prison. Inmates doing boring life wasting stuff, and rather gross guards picking at said inmates. She sighed to herself out of boredom as she looked at this other Mud Girl, now identified as Kreda, sassing back at another Wolvark guard. Looks like she and this "Mongo" Outlaw were a typical gang. Ly put on her half-happy, half twisted smile and fiendishly chuckled at the goofy guard's threat. That's when some other dude came by. A Mud boy dude. He's asking Mongo if he has any friends, and yet clearly Kreda and Ly were around him ... "Schmuk. Why d'ya think us two are around this bloke? Just fer show?" Then ANOTHER inmate swung by to talk to Kreda. "HEY! Am I being ignored right now?!" She said in her light, girly yell.

IC: When Frank entered the Barracks, he noticed that Ziget was reading the news in his office. Frank walked by past the captains view, to the confiscation box. Before he opened it he asked. “hey captain, what’s the punishment for an inmate if they are caught with cigs, drugs, etc, on their person or their cell?”

Taze wandered into the courtyard to find himself a spot to relax (the best he can). He leaned against a wall and began drinking one of his brews. He began thinking of what to do now, not much to do in this joint but walk around and get sun burned to death. He wondered if he could convince the captain or the warden to start some sort of sport.

IC

Ziglet looked up from his paper and said to the guard, "Cigs aren't anything major. They're just a smoke, after all. But drugs? They would be put in solitary confinement for one to two weeks, maybe something even worse than that." he said, placing the paper down on the desk and continued. "Did you find any drugs?" he said, putting a fist under his tentacle-covered chin.

Mongo looked down at the tiny mudokon, Noah, and said, "Enough to keep me alive in this hellhole." He grunted, and looked into his eyes. "Why the hell does it matter?"

Kreda took the cigar and looking at this new person. "Just another annoying guard. Probably thinks he can get me put in solitary confinement by Ziglet, or some crap like that. All the guards here are annoying little pests..." she said, putting the lung buster back into her mouth and breathing it in deeply.

OOC: i can see why it would be solitary confinement, but five months? maybe we should lower down the punishment down a bit. Because isn't this RPG about drugs? All i'm saying is that no one would be tempted to even get drugs. so there wouldn't much conflict.

OOC: I'd say that the max penalty should be two weeks. Also, that would only be for the really dangerous drugs, like Class 3. (I know I'm making some of this up, but in society theres lesser class drugs and more potent ones).

IC: Wevar saw some Sligs playing a soccer game. The ball was made of a very hard plastic, so it wouldn't break when their metal legs hit it. Wevar smiled as he watched, it took him back to his younger days when he used to play. He wished he could join in, but he knew that wouldn't be allowed. Maybe he could borrow the ball later.

Bonest finished his trip around the cells. He went back to the barracks and headed for the confiscation box. He spotted Ziglet and saluted. "Sir, items to enter the box; a poster of a mud without a loincloth, a small rock-hammer, a shiv, an illegal cig, Drugs Class 2: Sloofer". He hoped he'd done this right. He made sure that he wrote down the cell numbers in which he confiscated the materials from. He bowed to Ziglet and then left to do his usual Cell patrol.

Noah looked at Mongo, "Ode man... I was just asking a question, no need to get defensive". He took out a spare cig from his pocket and held it out in front of Mongo, "It's yours if you want it".

ooc: Guys, I'm really sorry to be messing you about but it's suddenly become very apparent that I'm not gonna be able to keep up with this; I'm gonna be working almost constantly all summer (starting in an hour's time from now) and I'm definitely not gonna be able to post here daily, which seems likely to be necessary to keep up with this RPG. I didn't expect so much activity when I started; it's been so encouraging to see the RPG section so alive! :D

So yeah, I'm basically gonna throw in the towel for this RPG, at least until September. Really sorry guys, especially to Oddey who I've left in a bit of an awkward situation. There's just no way I'm gonna have time to read all the posts and make up my own every day on top of the other things I'm gonna be using my free time for (working nearly 24 hour days all this week - I do hopefully get to sleep on the job however :p).

So yeah, sorry everyone; hope this story keeps going strong for many months to come. Best of luck.

Your Friendly Neighbourhood RPG Moderator.

OOC: that is a shame, but i know your very dedicated to FC and RPG's, so i hope to see you soon. good luck! also, thats some damn hard work.

IC: Forret reached Mr. Masta's office and knocked 3 times on the door, waiting for a reply. "He better not have me rearranging his office again like last time, my bloody back still hurts." He said under his breath.

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Rallin, deciding that this was enough socialising for one day, decided to look for the wolvark guard (Frank) and start some trouble. Maybe he could get a longer sentence if he was bad enough; he sure as hell didn't want to go back to that boring job in the mine. Being shot for his offences seemed to have slipped his mind.

He left the courtyard without another word and hung around outside of the cafeteria, waiting to spot the wolvark guard (Frank).

OOC: R.I.P Scream. sorry you couldn't stay splat. hope we can see you again.

IC: Mr. Masta heard the a knock on the door. "open" he said, so the doors did (Lucky for Mr.Masta, some of the doors in the prison were automatic). Beyond those doors, was the janitor Forret. "aw Forret, come in. my office just needs a normal cleaning. oh and also these papers need to be organized if you don't mind. just place them in the file cabinet."

Frank remembered he forgot an important factor in his plan. he had no idea who those people are, or where their cells are. "no captain, sadly i didn't. Just had a few questions was all." Frank knew it would be best to leave before Ziglet had his hide for leaving his post without a good reason. "I'll just be going now." he said quickly leaving. Frank then headed to the cafeteria to grab himself a drink before heading back up to the watch tower.

OOC: Oh no!!! There goes Scream and Ly Dx. I was hoping Scream and Ziglet could have some badass conflict about Scream wanting to be captain, etc. Well, we can just say they were both transfered to District A until Splat comes back.
And I changed the solitary confinement to 1-2 weeks.

IC

Ziglet, a bit surprised about Frank's question, and even more surprised that Bonest found class 2 drugs. He reached into the box and took out the drugs and the note with the cell number on it, and walked over to Mr.Masta's office. Whenever he got there, he knocked two times and waited patiently at the door.

Kreda stood there and continued smoking, but snatched up the cigarette that Noah had offered Mongo. "He doesn't smoke, but I'll be glad to take it." she said, sliding it into one of her pockets. "It's about time I did something fun." and with that, she walked off towards the Guards' Barracks. She turned around at the last minute and said, "Mongo, noobie, you coming?" she then turned to face forward again, not waiting for a reply.

Mongo headed off towards her and they slowly walked towards the barracks (I presume Noah is following them too?) and Mongo asked her, "What are we going to do at the barracks?"
"Burn things." She said with a smug look on her face, and continued walking in silence.

OOOC: That's ok Splat. Not everyone has the time for this. I'll think of something to get Lubbent out of this situation, assuming I can godmod your character to let go of Lubbent.
IC: The entire tray hit Scream in the face. Lubbent would have laughed, had Scream not loosened his grip enough for him to escape. Quickly slipping through his grip, he ran off toward his cell. Stealing a glance back, he saw Scream covered in glop. The sight was just as amusing as he'd imagined. Running onward, he hoped he wouldn't get into too much trouble for this. 'Nah, Nadda chance.' Thought Lubbent reassuringly. Somehow, he doubted this would go unpunished, even with the best of excuses.

When Lubbenmt reached his cell, he slowed down enough to catch his breath and lie down on his cot. It wasn't as bad as he'd always thought it would be before he was jailed. He'd expected a much worse treatment. Of course, now he took that for granted. He did keep a clean record in terms of disallowed items. He didn't have a whiff of drug about him. He had no hint of lung disfunction. He did envy those with them, but he knew he shouldn't take chances with his old age. Not to mention, he caused more than enough trouble already, he didn't want to test the guards any further. Sighing, he wished he still had food to make that squishy ball. 'At least Scream got a hole tray o' food in his fase.' Thought Lubbent.

OOC: Waddya mean by, there goes Ly? I'M playing as Ly! Oh, and Later, Splat :)

IC: Azkiz lowered his sense of attention when he soon realized how empty the entire cafeteria was. No inmates or guards from the small and creepy to the big and goofy. It was actually quite a bit eerie. "Ha ... Ha ... Ha." The musklum lightly chuckled to himself. No better time to pick up on this job.

Azkiz sloppily started to splatter the mop all over the place, drenching the entire area with some greasy water. Bah. Work. Such a crappy idea. Well, atleast the place is getting more clea-- "Hey! Waitta minute!!" The musklum quietly yelled to himself, uncaring that noone else was around to hear him. what the heck was he thinking?!! WORK?! Azkiz scoffed and tossed the mop away. No work for good ol' Azkiz. The musklum yawned and fell backwards onto a seat. Time for what he does best at. SLEEP.
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Ly started to get angry. In fact, she felt like she was holding in so much of her temper that she could just instantly explode in a mushroom-cloud. What the?! WHY was she being ignored by Mongo, Kreda, and some Newbie prison mud?! The Mudokon girl felt like punching one of the nearest inmates, her fists curled up. "HEY! I'm still HERE ya know! I'M comin' along!" Ly yelled in an even louder girly yell. Burn things down at the barracks? Why not? But Ly will NOT back down from such insignificant inmates! She began to follow the other three prisoners to the barracks.

Wevar picked up the soccer ball, playing keepy-uppy with it for a minute or so. He smiled and a tear almost came out of his eye. He put the ball back down and thanked the Slig that lent it to him. Wevar was tired now, "Time for an expresso". He headed for the cafeteria.

Bonest walked around the Cells for a while. He'd confiscated enough for one day, so just did a basic patrol. He saw some Mudokons and another figure walking towards the barracks. This can't be anything good. He hid around the corner as they passed and then followed them very quietly (considering he's wearing Slig pants he deserves some kind of medal).

Noah followed his new 'friends'. He might as well stick around with these guys, before they do something that he can report them for. Noah looked around him and thought he saw a Slig, but maybe his eyes were playing tricks on him. He sniffed and could smell a light trace of Sloofer in the air. He shrugged and carried on walking. He was prepared to do something to make himself memorable. 'I'm going to make sure they won't forget my name'. His thoughts were penetrated by another young mudokon. "We heard you the first time", Noah looked to see her clenched fists, "I would advise you not to do something you regret, miss". Noah was stronger than he looked and he would prove it to anyone who dared to cross him.