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Re: Riverside Detention Center

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Mary was still tripping. Over the rainbow, over her own feet. When the cop helped her to her feet and pushed her forward into Riverside Detention Center. She could still feel the rush, the adrenaline beating metal songs into her head. Her ears were drumming, her eyes were wide, her lips grinning. Her hands shook so violently that she needed someone else to take her clothes off for her and dress her in the uniform.

Mary was still halucinating. Neon blue men with 10"..... When another cop, she was sure it was a different one, pushed her into a cell so hard she fell to her knees. She stayed there, on all fours for a couple minutes, dizzy, then looked up with a cheery smile on her face at the girl who was leaning against the bars talking to someone walking in the hall.

"HI THERE!" Mary shouted.
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Re: Riverside Detention Center

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Jonny got up off the bed and walked to the bars again. Vincent was back in the cell, and Jonny just kept his mouth shut towards him. He watched as a guard brought in another new inmate, a girl who looked like she was quite a tweaker. The guard pushed her into the cell, which caused her to trip over her feet. She stayed on all fours a few minutes, regaining her very unbalanced composure. After she was able to, she stood up and pressed her face against the bars and yelled out, "HI THERE!" Jonny laughed a bit at the girl. 'Goddamn, high as a kite...' Jonny thought to himself. He decided he'd be friendly and said, "Hey there yourself, whattup?" He then slipped his arms through the bars and waited for a reply, and wondered when Ari'd get back to her cell.
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Re: Riverside Detention Center

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Mary's eyes went wider than they were before, impossible really they just felt like they were going wider. There was a very tall being across the hallway behind bars. "Holy Cow," she said softly, "I'm just dandy, mister!" She looked nervously at the bars, "Are you in jail, mister?" She said with a very serious expression on her face.

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Re: Riverside Detention Center

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Ari was just walking in her cell when she heard a girl from the cell across the hall yelling.
"HI THERE!" She looked like she was higher than the clouds in the sky. Ari laughed then heard Jonny respond to the girl.
"Hey there yourself, whattup?" Ari looked over at Jonny as he put an arm threw the bars.
Then the tweaked out girl said, "I'm just dandy, mister!" She looked nervous. "Are you in jail, mister?" Ari couldnt help it she laughed out loud. Pushing her face to the bars she looked to the side where Jonny would be.
"Yo, Jonny." She waited a minute, "What up with you and your new friend over there? She looks new and interesting..." Ari laughed softly. All the cells were locked up now and no one could leave untill later. Now it was the waiting time and the time to sit and do nothing. Ari figured she could try to get to know Jonny better, if he wanted to get to know her that is.
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Re: Riverside Detention Center

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A rather drug-fueled girl was ushered into a cell, still clinging to the remainder of her intoxication by the looks of it. Savannah flicked her tongue across her bottom lip and toyed with the hole were her diamond stud should be. What she would give for a good trip right about now. Not fond of dirty drugs, she had never ventured down the path of freebasing, injecting, or things of the sort. She had, however, developed a taste for cleaner psychedelics and tryptamines. Mushroom induced hallucinations, salvia by the bag full, and when she was up for it, freshly scraped LSD, pratically right from the crystal to ensure the absence of backaches the next day. Mescaline buttons made an appearance monthly, along side plump parachutes of molly for when she needed a boost of serotonin to keep a smile on her face since MDMA in the form of ecstasy tablets were usually cut and based with materials she'd rather avoid.
Taking notice of the newcomer's dilated pupils and violent tremors, Savannah clenched her teeth and whimpered in the manner a spoiled child would when denied a cookie before supper. She wanted to join in on the fun. She wanted to see what this girl still saw. Savannah wrinkled her nose and furrowed her brows, flicking her nails with the flesh of her thumb, a habit common for when she encountered cravings and withdraws. Anything would suffice for now. A stem or two for a simple body high. A couple lines to cheer her up. Hell, even a nicely filled joint would hit the spot.
A surge of anger washed over her, and Savannah slammed her fist furiously against the metal leg of her cot. How dare this new girl have the luxury of drugs in the very place made to punish her for a deal gone wrong? She gripped the bars of her cell, her knuckles showing white, and pressed her face between.
"Hey, bitch!" she called down the hallway. "What's your poison?"
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Re: Riverside Detention Center

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Vincent looked at Johny, then looking over the girl passing by. He gave no response to her but said out loud, "Dumb ass mother fuckers..doing drugs to fuck up their lives..who knows what disease's they will have in a few years."
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Re: Riverside Detention Center

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Mary turned and looked at the girl who was shouting at her. "Crank," she said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. Which may as well be if you knew the signs.

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Re: Riverside Detention Center

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Savannah upturned a corner of her lips into a sneer prior to sticking out her tongue. Crank; smelly, yellow, and cheap. She'd never done any herself, but it was a popular order among highschool drop outs and unemployed divorcees, and she didn't mind pushing it when she needed the cash. Crystals turned up a considerable profit, but were difficult to get a hold of-- Savannah didn't associate with many cookers. She preferred to let the drug find her rather than the other way around.
Craning her neck to peer into the cell, Savannah eyed the girl in all her tweaked-out glory. She appeared younger than the other captives of this center, though it was hard to distinguish her age between her flushed cheeks and wide set eyes, undoubtedly basking in the psychedelic waves of her own little world. A couple more hours, and she would be just another teenager being taught the errors of her ways.
Savannah clicked her tongue. "You know, kid, that stuff's bad for you."
She shifted her weight to outstretch her legs and reclined against the frame of her bed.

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Re: Riverside Detention Center

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ooc; Is it too late to join?

Name: Palmer Garcia
Alias/ Nickname: Porsche
Age: 17
Personality: Loves to drive. Got kicked out on the street by the landlord when she was 12 and her mother died of tetanus a year after living on the streets with her. Learned to drive by stealing cars to first live out of, then just for the heck of it. Hard headed, physically and mentally violent, good at mind games, especially with the opposite sex. Knows cars like the back of her hand.
Looks: Excellent 20/10 vision in her emerald eyes, good for street racing. Half Latina (father’s side), 5’5”, slim, muscular build, wavy deep brown hair with purple highlights in it. The night she was caught, was wearing several bangles on her left wrist, hoop earrings, and several necklaces, was also wearing blue denim jeans, red ankle boots, and a black haler top.
Gang: The Streets’
What you did to get here: One of the cars she stole had a tracer in it. On top of that, she was street racing in it. If you get caught, you really get caught.

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Re: Riverside Detention Center

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OOC: Where is the Police Station in this RP? Is it on the other side of the county? Cause I just had a crazy ass idea..that like..later on..some fucking Mission Impossible/ Saving Private Ryan shit could like go on and be a major break out in the DC. But that's an option..be actually pretty funny.

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Re: Riverside Detention Center

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OOC: A breakout? Sounds like a good idea for a plot twist :). I'd say that the police should be located a ways away, but not too far away.. Just enough time to escape, but then they on your heels :D

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Re: Riverside Detention Center

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OOC: BAHAHA! A breakout would be intense, to say the least. But in a place such as this, where the kids are kept in cells with bars and things of the sort, don't you think it would be rather hard to accomplish? Not saying it's impossible, but it seems like a pretty locked down clink we're all stuck in. Escorts everywhere, everything on a timed schedule, bright orange jumpers, and some of you (or at least one) even went so far as to say you were in ankle cuffs when brought in. I'm game for escaping, but we'll have to put a lot of thinking into it before we try. Otherwise it'll just get sloppy. ;) Maybe we can get that one kid who's in cahoots with that guard to pull some strings...? I don't know how these things work, I've never been in such situations.

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Re: Riverside Detention Center

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OOC: okay, i'll just start rping as Porsche

The night before.....
It was cool outside as the door to the Spider opened. A long leg extracted from the driver's seat and a body followed. She shut the car door and her heals clicked when she moved towards a group of men talking, their own cars not far away from them.
"Porsche!" one of the men moved forward to invite her into the conversation, "I thought you wouldn't be able to make it."
Porsche smiled, "Nothing could keep me away from a race."
"What kept you so long?"
"Got into a little jam getting a car." Porsche swung her head, and looked at the other racers. None of which were looking at her face.
'That's okay Palmer,' she told herself, 'Let them get distracted, and they won't be able to think about the race.'
"You up to the challenge lil' missy?" another one of them said.
Porsche's green eyes hardened and looked at the offender, "Will you're car be able to stand the heat?"
"Is tha' yo car ovah there?" another man pointed to the Spider.
Porsche nodded without even looking, and the man whistled, "Dang girl! You got skills in jacking cars!" he turned to the offender, "A spider man, you think you'll be able to handle it in a pontiac?"
Porsche began to laugh, A pointiac? That's just a bug on the windshield of a Spider.
She turned to the forth man and politely pointed out, "After the Pointiac, I'll leave your Subaru for dessert."
"Okay okay," the man that greeted her broke up the mental battles, "the race will start at the spray painted line over between the warehouse and the street lamp. From there. You will drive on the marked out route we set out, all to the highway. You'll take the highway to exit 17, then continue to follow the route we marked out till you reach the finnish."
"How's it marked out?" a man asked and Porsche just smilled.
"Spray painted signs," she smiled, "Reflective paint."
"The Street's symbol." the other nodded, "Okay racers, we might want to get to the starting line, and we'll start in a few minuets."
Porshe climbed back into the Spider and felt a sense of adrenaline rush through her. The race hadn't even started yet. As she pulled up to the starting line, many of the racers started to rev their engines, as if to scare her. She only turned on the CD player, and waited as Santana's fantasic guitar skills made it out the window.
The scarf dropped, and Porsche slammed on the gas pedal, screaming before the other racer's. She made it out to the highway, only to find that they were right behind her. She cursed, and swerved to pass cars. Spotting the exit, she jerked the steering wheel and swam down the ramp. Looking briefly, she saw the other cars almost stop trafic to turn around. That will cost them.
She began to laugh, but then saw flashing blue lights right behind her. Swearing in spanish, she pulled over.
"So close."

In the interogation room, she leaned back in the chair and watched as a lawyer walked into the room.
"Palmer Garcia?" He asked as if there was some sort of curtosy to be able to call a person by their name.
"Si," she replied and looked at the two way mirror.
"I'm only here to read your sentence," he said and held up a paper. He slapped it in front of her on the table. "You are looking at a good two years at the Riverside Detention Center."
Porsche looked up to the laywer, and pushed the papers away. "My only question is, how did I get caught?"
"That spider you stole had a tracer in it. For that it's only about a year, but you were street racing in it. That's another year to it, Palmer."
She leaned forward on the table, "You act like you're doing me a big favor by putting me in the Center."
"With you're background," he leaned close to her face and she could smell his aftershave, almost making her sick, "Most kids would be begging for it." He picked up the file and walked out the door, leaving Porsche to first look at the mirror, then flip her middle fingers up to it.

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Re: Riverside Detention Center

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OOC: It's not hard, they keep the control room up near the front door. Have someone stroll in quite leisurely, like they're here to visit someone. They knock out the on searching them. Take their keys and such, go to the command room, unlock it, step in, knock out that guard, flip the switch to unlock everything.

OORR!! You have a team of highly skilled, ex-military buddies, of which raised you since you were a kid, and that street race under your name, they do a night raid, using electro pulses to turn off the cameras. They break in through a sky roof(Which most detention centers have in every room.) They shoot the guards. The inmantes begin to revolt against the guards, causing a distraction for the doors to be unlocked. We all run free and we are gone, till the cops show up.

And my character knows the higher ranked guards very well!! ^.^

and OMG!! Finally, someone my character can know!! Even tho' whoever she raced for would probably know me and not like me, because my character just owned everyone else in street racing!! @.@

I have a really good feeling, that this RP will get a big change soon.

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Re: Riverside Detention Center

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OOC: I love that idea. a break out would be cool! Then the game can go out to the real world and them all like avoiding the cops. LOL i like that idea.

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Re: Riverside Detention Center

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Name: Anabell Mcoy
Alias/ Nickname: Viper (to her clients)
Age: just turned 15
Personality: Normaly cold, quiet and insentitive, ESPECIALY to girls. She doesn't drink, do drugs or like to party.
Looks: verry thin, short black hair, grey eyes, pale skin. Always wears black, normaly a band shirt or turtle neck, jeans and chucks.
What you did to get here: She killed alot of people. She didnt have anything agenst them, in fact normaly she didnt know them. She was pretty much a teen assasin since she was 13. All the gangs used her because she always got the jobs done.

IC: She looked at her cell as the apathy sunk in. "Nice color choice. Mind telling me the name? I might want it for my room back home." she said to the gaurd walking by. "This flipping sucks. I mean come on it wasn't that bad. No worse than the people who kill in wars. The only differnce is I don't have the President back'n me up." She mumbled to herself. She did that alot but no one ever knew what she was saying, they just asumed she was skitzo, not that they cared about that. Her eyes drifted to the bed across from hers, "Hmm, I wonder if i have a room mate, well cell mate. Oh, Lord please no. I don't mind a roomie as long as it aint no girl. not that i think they gona stick a boy with me."
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Re: Riverside Detention Center

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OOC: See..I'm not a complete dumbass..But see..Vincent and his room mate are going to have to have to find a way to temporarily get along..And the trust between all the different crews are going to have to be temporarily used..And then the break..decide how that works out later..But we have to stay in the Riverside area..

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