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James lied back upon his bed. The cell they kept him in was bland, but he kept it mildly decorated with his suit of army greens, the ones that bore all of his medals. He gazed upon the suit, eyeing each medal, naming them in his mind. Soldier's Medal, Bronze Star, Distigushed Service Cross, Purple Heart...He remembered what he earned each for.... Grand memories....of a better time.

He sighed deeply, and leaned forward with a groan, keeping an eye on his medals. Resting upon the rack that his Greens were resting upon was his Beret. The crest on it read something that pierced into his mind. He glared at the crest, almost as if it was talking to him. His eye twiched iratably....He finally got up and walked around the compact cell. There wasn't more in it than a bed, dresser and his decoration stand. And well...the thunderbox, but he really didn't count it as furniture. He walked over to his dresser, and opened the first drawer. Under the first set of clothing lay a half empty box of cigars, and tucked underneath the box was a small sliver lighter. He reached in as to get one of his fine smokeables, but decided against it. "Aaah. Tryin' to quit anyway." He mumbled to himself.

He waited untill the lunch buzzer rang, where the convicts were able to head to the cafeteria. There weren't many others in his block; a few people tops. But it made sense. His block was the "Most Dangerous". So he could understand why they didn't want a large group eating lunch at the same time. He walked with the guard designated to escort him to the cafeteria....and once he got there, he saw a few of the other prisoners. They looked. Odd. Some of them freaked the shit out of him. They might've been here for a real reason, but he doubted it. For some reason, these men have been wrongly imprisoned....

He went through the line, getting his watered down chilli, and a cup of water. He sat at a table by himself, his old eyes scanning the crowd...scanning the horizon for new people...people he hadn't noticed before...

Balthazar walked down the hallways of Hades, frowning. It was normally a rowdy place, but he knew, today would be different. Or at least the next few weeks. The prisoners were restless, and so was he. He sighed, and smacked the hand of one of the prisoners as he tried to grab his sword, infusing his hand with fire to burn the other's hand. The prisoner yelped and, having learned his lesson, moved away from the grate. For the mistake he had made, he was probably new. He dislodged his thoughts and, checking his watch, made his way over to the "Most Dangerous" section, just in time for the lunch buzzer. He watched them file by, guarded by separate guards each. Once each had gotten their food, the guard would follow them to their table, to make sure that they didn't plan anything. It was only a safety precaution, but one he didn't like. He stayed in a corner, watching everyone.

Claudia shuffled in behind everyone like an obedient little girl, frowning herself. She hadn't liked her cell, no matter how much she had to stay in it. She had even tried to convince the guards to let her decorate, but they insisted that she couldn't bring outside paints or things. She stuck her tongue out at her guard and proceeded to get her watered down chili, making a childish face at it. "Bleh. This crap again." She sighed and moved to a table, keeping relatively to herself. Being in the most dangerous section, she wasn't surprised that she hadn't made friends or something.

She shrugged and went back to eating, ignoring everyone else as she thought. It was relatively simple to get out of Hades, but the problem would be getting past the guards...

Hades High Security Prison was different from its predecessors. Instead of going up, it went down, offering little sunlight to its inhabitants. The guards alone were lucky if they got to see the sunlight. And the deeper you went, the colder it got, due to all the earth surrounding them. It was rumored that a few people had frozen at the deepest levels, and the opposite rumor was said as well. But if it was true, was to be known.

Shouen walks into the lunchroom, his eyes wandering around the area, making sure no one got into fights. Nodding to Balthazar as he makes his way to a different area of the room. Spotting Claudia and James. He smiles, knowing that those two won't cause trouble. He sees a newbie and smiles as he tries to wrestle his way into a fight. He walks over to the kid and smiles, black lightning forming around his hands as he holds them up."I wouldn't if I were you."

The prisoner tries to mess with Shouen. Trying to start a riot of some kind. The rest of the prisoners just shake their heads and look away. Shouen quickly dispatching the prisoner and whispers into the kid's ear."Fine, if thats the way you wish to be." He picks up the kid and personally sends him back into his cell."You will eat in here, alone, until you have learned your place. Understand?" The prisoner nods silently as Shouen walks off to grab the prisoner's food.

Coming back moments later with the chili and some bread. And a small glass of milk. He opens up a small hole in the door to slide the food in. He then shuts the door and waits for the prisoner to finish eating, when the prisoner finished he put the tray back into the door slot, Shouen takes the tray and shakes his head as he walks back to the lunchroom. Putting the empty tray where it needed to be. Looking at James and Claudia again, wishing more and more prisoners would be like them.

A loud screech would emit from the speaker system throughout the prison, causing some to wince in pain as the sound hurt their ears. A moment later,Wyatt's voice would come over the intercom with booming excitement and confidence. "Good morning Hades!!! Or should I say... Guten appetite!! This is Wyatt Grevence here, prisoner 110759. And I have snuck into a prison control, I repeat, I have snuck into a control.. AGAIN!!" He laughs loudly which echoed through the halls of the prison. "Today's news... Guard Swanson is frantically calling for backup and looking for his keys. But I have his keys! Now I will be giving the days forcast, expect heavy guard presence in all the wings today, along with leisure time cut short. There's goi g to be a drought of humor in the next couple of days, so find your lotion, and think of that girl you never asked out in high school, cause it's going to be a very lonely couple of days!!Moving onto more news... Todays lunch, for me! Includes... Gurd Swanson's lunchbox! Let's see what's inside...." There is a pause. "Alright, this looks excellent! What I have here in my hands ladies, sexy ladies, and gentlemen. Is a prime, foot long sub sandwhich from none other than... Subway! Eat fresh! If my memory serves me right, I beleive that it is a chicken mesquite sub. Hold on..." There is another pause, than Wyatt talks again but his mouth his full of food. "Oh yeah... Oh yeah. That... Is definitely a mesuite chicken sub. It's so good.. Now what do we have to drink. Aw, diet coke! What's wrong Swanson? Too lazy to hit the gym?" He laughs, and the can can be heard opening in the speaker. "aaahhh, it's diet. But it's alright. What else do we have.... Oh my. A chocolate fudge brownie, and baked doritoes. Thank you guard Swanson, let's give him a hand ladies and gentlemen. One of the nicest guards I know, for sharing his food with me." He claps which can be heard through the microphone, some in the lunchroom do as well, but he could imagine that most would keep their heads down. There is a 5 minute pause, and Wyatt finishes eating the guards lunch, and talks in the microphone again.

"Update~! There are about 8 guards dressed in riot gear outside the door, I can see them through the window right now. So, I predict that this will end shortly. But until next time, this is Wyatt Grevence prisoner 117059 signing off!" An explosion and shouting can be heard in the background as the guards rush in. Wyatt fights them off still trying to talk in the microphone. "Stay frosty kids, and don't do drugs!! garaghaaa! garg! Derk! Stellaaaah~~" Wyatt is dragged away and a guard takes the microphone. "All guards, be on stand by. Hold prisoners in current locatiopn, lockdown protocol F.."

Wyatt is then bound by ties and cuffs, quite tightly actually and is dragged through the prison. He keeps talking, even though they threaten and beat him for it. Wyatt is just weird that way.

James watched the prisoners pour into the lunchroom, eyeing a few that had gotten their food. Claudia moved into his voice range. She was very nice, and way too innocent looking to be rightly imprisoned. She and him never had really spoken before, but with guards keeping the two under eagle watch, they couldn't really talk without being questioned themself. "To hell with it..." James mumbled to himself. He picked up his tray, and walked over to her, sitting beside her with a smile, a guard tailing him.

"Hello, Claudia. How are you today?" He would ask her with a smile. He pinched his mustache a few times to make sure there was no food in it. Before looking around. There were two notorious guards in the lunchroom now. One was Balthazar, one of the guard freaks that inhibited this place. He wasn't particularly a bad fellow, just on the wrong side of a bad card. He had some kind of control of fire..or some crazy shit like that. James knew that he'd rather not get burnt like some of the other prisoners that had been taken down by that man.

The other was Shouen, another guy who was about as normal as a three dollar bill in colombia. He was like, Balthazar, except for instead of fire, he controlled lightning. Where are these guys getting these powers?! It drives me bat-shit crazy... He thought. He didn't particularly like the guards, but they weren't mean to him. He was respectful of someone trying to do their job. At least they knew him as one of the "good" prisoners. James was cool headed, and wasn't planning on trying to escape untill he had some kind of plan and some help. His heart condition was one for slowing him down too. The guards knew that James wouldn't do anything soon. In fact, they probably remembered the time James had helped stop a rampaging convict, hyped up on crack smuggled in from his friends. Because if there was anything James hated more than being falsely being accused of something, it was people acting like total fucked up shit-covered dickheads with no common sense. He was old; sue him.

He turned his attention back toe Claudia, with his smile. "So Claudia...." He asked lightly. "You been sleeping well? You look a tad tired...." He would start, only to be interruped by the intercom. It was that looney,Wyatt again. He was one of those guys that James thought about earlier...but he did what he did in all good tastes, and he was worth a few good laughs. Wyatt and James had talked a few times, and he found Wyatt's character...intruging...he actually might've been more backwards than an upside down rainbow with the colors reversed. But he was spirited, and kept James in a reletively good mood. Having his radio talk show interupted, James smirked, and shook his head, before turning back to Claudia, waiting for her answer.

Shouen smiles as he keeps an eye on James and Claudia, nothing to serious for he trusts them. considering that hes not that hard to get along with he usually makes a lot of conversation with the prisoners, just general stuff. Like what they did before they came into the prison that kind of thing. The other guards yell at him for it though to it hasn't been happening lately. Shouen sighs as he walks over to the clock that lets him clock out for a break.

Clocking out Shouen looks at the other guards"Lunch break." figuring that he can at least have that since he works his but off here in the prison. Pulling out his lunch box of his own he walks over to the same table as James and Claudia."Mind if I join you? if it helps I'm off the clock, so anything you do....won't require me to step in."

Waiting for an answer as he stands there he opens his lunch box. Pulling out a taco and starting to eat it."Hell, I might just cause a little chaos." He winks at the two of them as he says this. He hears Wyatt over the speaker system he shakes his head. A random guard telling Shouen to get his ass up to take care of Wyatt. He shakes his head silently and sits down, flipping the guard off.

James shook his head, as he fished another bite of chilli from his bowl. "Not at all, sit down, and rest yourself." He said. Shouen was quite social compared to the other guards. He liked talking with other prisoners, and it wasn't the first time he had chatted to him, though it wasn't a very detailed or lengthy chat. He was a young pup, but at least he wasn't like the other young pups running around with their pants at their knees, blaring their 'yo yo yo i'm rollin' fly, dog' crap that infuriated James to the point of punching puppies.

James looked across the cafeteria again, looking for other people he might've missed, before turning back to the two seated with him. He didn't say anything, simply waited for Claudia to answer his questions, or Shouen to start asking some himself.

Claudia blinked, and went to answer James, after the little radio show of course. "Eh, a little tired is all. Its hard to sleep in this place." She said, waving her hand around slightly. She blinked at Shouen walking up to them, having obviously clocked out. Interesting. "I certainly don't mind. Its better to be with company than all alone." She said, smiling slightly. Well, as much as she could in this dismal place. "And Chaos is /always/ welcome." She said, laughing quietly.

Balthazar shook his head at Wyatt's antics, and stayed where he was. There were capable guards that could handle him. He sighed silently and watched the group of three that had gathered, eyebrow raised. It wasn't often that guards sat and ate lunch with the prisoners, but it was a nice sight to see.

Wyatt was strapped down to a dolly, in a straight jacket and a muzzle. He was swaying his head back and fourth as if he was insane, but he was just having fun. He always enjoyed a good laughing, especially when the guards were being dicks. He was brought to the solitary confinement wing, and thrown inside and his muzzle was removed. The guards had actually expected him to go berserk, but to their surprise.... He fell asleep. Like. Instantly. One opened up the door, which was a very bad idea and peered inside. They couldn't believe it. But ti was true... Wyatt was asleep. He had found, that sleeping really killed the time. So he slept whenever he was thrown in here, or bored. Or if he had to wait.

Quinn was sitting in her cell; she didn't know how long she had been here but she didn't care, all she wanted to do was get out of this shitty prison and see Bri again. At her hearing her final, yet informal, question was, "Do you even regret killing my son?!" This was obviously asked by a parent of one of the people she killed. It was defenitely a womans voice, but who's parent it was... I have no clue she thought. Then that made her think... did she regret killing all those people?
Day after day everytime Quinn would refuse food, only sometimes would she ever leave to go to the cafeteria. Food would always remind her of Bri and how after every hard day she would always comoe home to a wonderful dish and an even more wonderful girlfriend. But today she thought to herself would be a different day she said to herself. Today she would laugh, today she would talk, today she wouldn't think about the life that was taken away from her.
As she was taken out of her stereotypical boring white cell the guards put red-hot cuffs around her wrists and ankles. Damn these hurt she thought to herself, but she refused to show any weakness infront of these guards, for if she did she knew she would not last long here. After another painful walk down to the cafeteria Quinn's red- hot cuffs were taken off and she was given a tray will the bare minimum amount of food. She looked around the cafeteria and saw two other prisoners, James and Claudia. Quinn had never really talked to anyone at the prison before save the guards, but they never really talked back. But today was her day, today she would laugh, and talk. So Quinn quickly made her way to the other inmates and sat down.
She didn't make any eye contact and started to eat her food slowly.

Shouen would smirk as a small form of black lightning shifted around his left hand. He bent down to send the black lightning sprawling over to one of the more problematic inmates. The lightning making his mashed potatoes explode into his face. Shouen would look away and continue to eat. As he does so he watches Quinn sit down next to them."Hello there Quinn. Its nice of you to join us for once." A smile on his face as he says this.

Shouen would finish eating, he would then wait for the rest of the guards to either high five him for how awesome that was, or scold him for doing it. He would silently sit there and relax, waiting for more conversation from the other people he was sitting with. Being alone in a prison like this was a bad idea, almost always on duty 24/7, little sleep, and even when they did get sleep, it wasn't very comfortable. No sun either, everyone would seem to be extremely pale.

Quinn hadn't had a proper conversation with a person in quite awhile and almost forgot how you greet a person. So she put on a smile and did her best. "Er yeah, I kind of need to eat." Quinn replyed awkwardly. Seconds later she realized that, that sounded stupid. So she quickly tried to say something different. "My girlfriend used to cook alot, but now that she isn't here I'm not as hungry. But foood is still necesarry." That sounded even more idiodict, so she just put on another big smile and quickly finished her food.

Claudia snickered as she watched the mashed potatoes blow up in the guys face. Turning to look at Quinn, she smiled. "Hate to sound rude, but good to see you talking." She commented, wiggling her eyebrows slightly. "Nice one, Shouen." She said to the guard, unable to hide her small laugh.

Balthazar chuckled, amused. He moved from his spot to the problematic inmate, stopping him from any retaliation against Shouen. "Not the best idea." He said, signaling for two other guards. They picked there way over to him before dragging him out, almost kicking and screaming. He turned from the sight, and looked at the time. Just about lunch time for him as well. He moved to clock out and moved over to Claudia and Shouen's table, smiling. He had his lunch with him as he nodded at Claudia, who nodded back.

Claudia rolled her eyes slightly. "Oh Mighty one, what brings you to our humble table?" She asked, with sarcasm.

A gaurd walked into the lunch room and looked around. He found Balthazar, and walked over in a hurry. "Sorry to bother you on your lunch sir, but some of us have a question.... What are we gonna do with Wyatt? I'm sure you know, he snuck into the control room again. But you know how he can get, what do you want us to do?" He gaurd frowned slightly, hating to bother Balthazar on his lunch.

Shouen would look at the guard with a sandwich sticking out of his mouth he held up his finger to the guard as he finished chewing the bite he was on. He took the sandwich out of his mouth as he looked and said"Let him be for now man, he's probably asleep like usual. But when he wakes up tell him Shouen said that was frigging awesome, but don't do it again or I will taze him." Shouen's tazings were not fun for anyone. They were not the light little tazings that you would expect from a taze gun no. There were quite a few prisoners in there that had severe marks on their arms and legs, sometimes their chest and face. Nothing lethal, for he wasn't allowed to kill people of course. But some of the marks brought a new revelation and the prisoners would instantly change their mood.

"Yeah it's better than talking to only the guards." Said Quinn smiling at the fact she was finally having a proper conversation.

Truthfully Quinn thought what the gaurd, Shouen, did was quit rude, but she would never tell him that, so she just put on another smile. Once she was done eating the same guard that brought her to the cafeteria came up to her and put the cuffs on her. She held back to initial tears that came with the pain and made her way out of the cafeteria. But as she walked pass her inmates she dropped a small piece of paper onto the lap of Claudia. When she was thrown back into her sell she felt the urge to close her eyes and fall asleep, and so she did.

Claudia frowned slightly as she watched Quinn be taken away. In a swift movement, she tucked the paper away, and promised herself to read it later. She then turned her attention to Balthazar and the guard.

Balthazar sighed, as he turned to face Shouen and the guard. "I must agree with Shouen. Tell him that while what he did was rather cool, he must not do it again. He will be tazed or much more, if he does so."

It was always cold in Hades High Security Prison. The entire facility was built from ground down, with the most dangerous convicts kept in the lowermost cells, where a deadly combination of hypothermia and staff indifference had claimed not a few prisoners' lives over the years. The Administrative offices were near ground level, where new prisoners were received and processed through intake, kept warm through artificial means, with the only windows in the entire prison. Zahrah Bukhari's office was nestled into a corner of the Administrative Division, second floor down - the first floor was the only one above ground level - and she spent most of her time there, when not home, or not patrolling the prison's cell blocks.

She was sitting at her desk, reviewing the paperwork for some of the newly transferred inmates, when the notification came concerning Wyatt Grevence, prisoner 110759. Grevence had a particularly troubling history of immature behavior and trouble-making in the prison, and other guards reported regularly that Grevence repeatedly antagonized them. Zahrah paid no mind to the reports. Prisoners will be prisoners and guards will be guards. Mutual animosity was the name of the game, and Zahrah was no stranger to it. The entire prison was staffed with enough guards to make the ratio of guards to prisoners nearly 1:3, an unprecedentedly low number that made wardens of other prisons envious. Secured with various means of keeping prisoners under control, there was no fear of escape. In all of its history, only three prisoners had ever made it out of Hades alive - only to be shot and killed upon exiting through the front doors.

So Zahrah did not order a full lockdown of the prison. Most of the prisoners were already under restricted movement status, constantly under the watchful eyes of the prison staff. Doing so would only give in to Grevence's narcissistic notions of his own power and influence in the correctional system. Instead, she dutifully finished her paperwork, before filing it in the appropriate administrative inboxes, standing to leave her office, locking it just as it had been left. Zahrah headed towards the elevator, entering an alphanumerical code on a keypad, and pressing her thumb and eye to a biometric scanner, before the elevator doors opened. She stepped inside.

Zahrah was a petite woman of Persian descent, with a dark complexion and long sepia hair tied back in a single braid over her shoulders. Dressed in a dark blue shalwar kameez - a knee-length tunic with long cuts to allow for freedom of movement, worn over loose, comfortable pants, with a long scarf draped casually over her head, with its tails falling over her shoulders - Zahrah was an instantly recognizable face about the prison. The Assistant Warden had been working here as a guard for over twelve years before her latest promotion two years ago, and still carried out some of the duties traditionally assigned to lower ranking correctional officers. As a result, she was often seen about the prison, by both the numerous guards and the prisoners.

When the elevator doors opened several floors down, Zahrah made her way to the mess hall, where the prisoners were eating lunch. There were still about ten minutes left on the clock before any remaining prisoners would be taken back to their respective cells or work assignments. Zahrah strode towards the mess hall, her clothes rustling in the wake of her movements, as she stepped inside, taking a few moments to survey the remaining prisoners and guards who were finishing up their meals. She stood by the entrance, between the mess hall and the hall leading to the cell blocks on that floor, so that any prisoners or guards who came through would have to walk past the scrutiny of the Assistant Warden. Zahrah tilted her head back, slightly, with a thoughtful frown, as she watched, light brown eyes belying an intensity of thought and reason behind them.

Shouen would watch as Quinn was taken away, he would see the paper get dropped but pay no attention to it as he heard the elevator doors open up. He would sigh as he got Balthazar's attention"Time to head by to work before we get yelled at by Zahrah for messing around." He would pack up and wave to Claudia and James. Then walk away to clock back in. After that he would begin to take some of the other prisoners back to their cells. The ones that refused to go he would silently press his hand to their back"Resist more....I dare you." Sometimes they would stop, the others would get a nice little shock. After which he would take the prisoners back to the cells.

"Ah yes sir... We'd rather see that annoying punk get tazed but. Your orders sir..." The guard nodded and walked away adjusting his collar. Wyatt would be in for it when he woke up, but for now... He was safe in his sleep. And he knew it.

Wyatt remained sleeping in solitary confinement, some wonderd how he did. How could he take the abuse he got from the gaurds, and still remain so..... Peppy. It was jsut a part of his personality, that and going to the gym regularly helped. He was in excellent shape, especially for being in prison. Guards haed watching him, he always seemed to get under their skin, but he just liked a good laugh. That was his main purpose really, to enjoy his time here as much as possible. The guard walked back and talked ot his comrades, who all groaned in disapproval and sat down waitin for someone to either relieve them, for him to wake up, or for a superior in the prison to stop by.

When Quinn was put back in her cell she quickly started to tend to her severley burned wrists and ankles, but she only had limited supplys in her cell. She sighed and threw herself onto the ground. She always liked her wrists and ankles and now she would probably have scars on them for the rest of her life. Then she remembered, she had a life sentence; so no one past the walls of this God forsaken prison would ever see the nasty scars. But if Claudia had succesfully got the letter and read it there might be a chance of them getting out.

While in her cell Quinn realized that the only reason she wants to get out of this prison is because she now has something worth living for. She knew that the thought of, "finally having something worth living for..." is corney but she really couldn't put it any other way. Bri was the reason she woke up in the morning, the only reason she was still eating, the only reason why she is even putting and effort into talking to people, she didn't want to come back from being in jail and make Bri suffer by having a socially inept girlfriend. God Claudia needs to read that letter Quinn thought.

Claudia shook her head slightly at the conversation, before grinning. Zahrah had showed up, which meant that time was almost up. "Aw, well, It looks like I should start going. An empty cell to clean up and all." She said, standing up. With two guards walking with her, she headed back to her cell. Once safely there, and alone, she took out the folded piece of paper and started reading...

Balthazar chuckled slightly, standing up as well. "And we would not want that." He replied to Shouen, smiling slightly. He clocked back in, and moved to usher the rest of the prisoners out and to there cells. "Don't dally. You know what will come if you do." He said, adding a slight heat to his hands, as he smacked at a few rowdy prisoners. He gave a slight wave to Zahrah, before going back to work.