[::mind if I join?::]
~inmate~
Name: Nocturne
Species: S'alamant (check vykker's labs for more info...)
Gender: Male
Age:20
Crime: Massmurder of vykkers, interns, sligs test "animals" at the new vykkers lab.
Personality: Silent and observing mostly-- can sometimes turn hot-headed. Is a reliable friend after gaining his trust.
Appearances: Tall, muscular and mean-looking. He has multiple stitches at the top of his head and one over his left eye. He wears a loincloth of some sort.
~guard~
Name: Matthew (the reappering of the famous DJ/MC
)
Species: Slig
Gender: Male.
Age: ~unknown~
Prefered weapon:Snoozie
Personality: Not quite the ladiesman he used to be. Ever since he left his job as a DJ-- his life has been a downfall. He still has his goofball attitude visible. Has a great singing voice.
Appearances: Wiry and rather short. Loves wearing different eyewear and necklaces. He has the veins in his arms tattooed black.
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Nocturne was sitting in his cell. He hasn't been moving for hours and he could feel his muscles cramping.
"Shit..."
He shifted in his awkward position, trying to find a better pose. Useless.
The scaly creature let out a weary sigh and pulled himself up. He stretched and looked around. He could go outside and marvel the sky. He could go to the gym to work out. He could go to the canteen and hove something to eat... Or then he could stay here, in his cell.
"Life's too good to last..."
He left his cell and headed for the canteen, not actually knowing why he did leave. He had no one to speak with-- not that he wanted to speak with anyone. He half-heartedly scanned the canteen. He 'humph'-ed silently and sat down to a nearby chair. He glared at a group of sligs.
"Stupid creatures... Meeps in Scarb's coats... They can hardly survive without anyone else..."
A sudden, loud cough woke him from his trance and he looked at the cougher. It was a slig-- short and bony. It seemed worn-out and tired. As Nocturne observed the slig-- he noticed his baton hanging loosely from it's socket.
"Oh how easy it would be for me, to snatch that baton and beat that puny slig to death." *sigh*
"...Poor critter."
Matthew was tired... He was hungry too, but he didn't feel like eating. He was just so tired. Too tired to eat. He wanted to sleep. He shifted his red eyes from table to table, looking for a lone spot where to sit. He soon found one-- from a corner.
Matthew limped slowly to the table and pulled out a chair. He sat down and sighed.
"...it's new dawn --it's a new day... it's a new life for me... and I'm feeling
blue..."