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TEST DRIVE
Feel free to give anyone you'd like to bring in a whirl. Threads here are also welcomed when giving samples in your applications.
Before we get to the prompts, here are a few important reminders:
- Your character doesn't know their name or the name of anyone in their canon. On their wrist is a prison id number that is formatted as follows: The letter of their crime (M-murder, A-arson, TH-theft, TR-treason, B-battery, D-destruction), the number of their cell (01-09, 10-32), and then three random numbers. So an id that reads M23-879 lets you know this is a murderer who lives in cell 23. Even though names are impossible to recall, they can recall the faces and voices of castmates if a mun chooses.
- They don't remember doing the crime that sent them here, or how they arrived here at all. The presence of other memories is up to the mun, as long as characterization isn't sacrificed.
- There's a new shallow metal slot in the back of their head.
- This is a prose game, so please keep the formatting traditional. "Dialog goes in quotations." Actions happen outside.
The Prison
Welcome to Henlein, prisoner. Feel free to explore the prison. The circular hallway stretches on past 32 cells and comes to an end at the lobby. A glass wall welcomes you inside, showing a magnificent view of The Turner, a giant clock in the center of the prison. Over its face stretches a large and thick layer of glass. A section of the lobby's glass wall opens, allowing entry but there's nothing to gain other than a closer look at the cogs underfoot.
Besides cells, the hallway also passes a men's and a women's shower, a old dim cafeteria, and two store rooms. In the cafeteria is an Eye machine. Hold up your bracelet under its lamp and it will dispense one ration pack. In the store rooms are jump suits in all crime colors and sizes as well as shoes and very little else. To the south, by the lobby are also rooms 101 through 104. Each of these strangely ornate doors are locked. Too bad.
Besides cells, the hallway also passes a men's and a women's shower, a old dim cafeteria, and two store rooms. In the cafeteria is an Eye machine. Hold up your bracelet under its lamp and it will dispense one ration pack. In the store rooms are jump suits in all crime colors and sizes as well as shoes and very little else. To the south, by the lobby are also rooms 101 through 104. Each of these strangely ornate doors are locked. Too bad.
The Labyrinth
If you venture past the lobby's exiting hallway, you'll enter into the labyrinth. The walls are warm and still pulse with The Turner's beat. We hope you don't get too lost as you travel its curving pathways. If you're lucky, you might find a ration pack at the end of some sorry dead end.
If you're unlucky, you may find a needlepoint spider instead. These small clockwork pests hold a mild sedative in their fangs. It helps slow you down so that by time the swarm comes, you won't get away. While they don't eat you, they are very territorial and will kill to protect their areas. Also lurking these dim halls are metal scorpions. Though they travel alone, they're just as poisonous as their organic counterparts. If you see a flash of light speed past an entrance, run. Run and don't look back. Lava hounds like to play hunt through the labyrinth, but if they see you they will attack you. These beasts usually travel in small groups of three, so be prepared for a fight. Removing their magma heads from their bodies or cutting out their obsidian hearts are the key to finishing these puppies off.
If you're unlucky, you may find a needlepoint spider instead. These small clockwork pests hold a mild sedative in their fangs. It helps slow you down so that by time the swarm comes, you won't get away. While they don't eat you, they are very territorial and will kill to protect their areas. Also lurking these dim halls are metal scorpions. Though they travel alone, they're just as poisonous as their organic counterparts. If you see a flash of light speed past an entrance, run. Run and don't look back. Lava hounds like to play hunt through the labyrinth, but if they see you they will attack you. These beasts usually travel in small groups of three, so be prepared for a fight. Removing their magma heads from their bodies or cutting out their obsidian hearts are the key to finishing these puppies off.
The Streets
It's bright out here, hot and glowing. The city exhales steam from a nearby vent in the bronze street by the labyrinth's exit. The avenues stretch before you, radiating from the curved line that cuts through metal street and solid sidewalk. You're free to wander down any you'd like.
If you travel north, you'll have the pleasure of seeing Exhalo stretch above the city's skyline. The volcano is especially beautiful tonight, ablaze with fresh magma. All you'd have to do is climb a forgotten fire escape to catch a glimpse of the lava fields just past the city's massive wall.
A breeze welcomes you if you travel south, making the hot and bitter air all the more humid. The steam that bellows up from the ocean passes just past the tops of the buildings and obscures the night sky. However, the pipes that snake overhead here drip with welcomed condensation and leave puddles in the streets below.
To the east are stores, though almost all of them are empty and dark inside. A cafe shines with a soft light and beckons with soft music playing over the ambient ticking of Henlein. If you venture inside, there are a few special treats inside. Come and enjoy fresh coffee and stale cakes and breads. As for attendants, there are none. Take what you like; you're already a criminal.
To the west the lights are fewer and far between. In the darkness, the ticking fades away, leaving rare silence in the shadows. If you venture this way, you'll find a warehouse. Inside isn't much, but there are a few good mattresses, far better than those what were in the prison. You might even find a few useful tools out here, a wrench, a crowbar, a roll of medical bandages. It's almost as if someone else was living here and happened to step out. Will you take what's not yours? Perhaps you'll claim this bed as your own. Whatever you do, just know you may not be alone for long.
If you travel north, you'll have the pleasure of seeing Exhalo stretch above the city's skyline. The volcano is especially beautiful tonight, ablaze with fresh magma. All you'd have to do is climb a forgotten fire escape to catch a glimpse of the lava fields just past the city's massive wall.
A breeze welcomes you if you travel south, making the hot and bitter air all the more humid. The steam that bellows up from the ocean passes just past the tops of the buildings and obscures the night sky. However, the pipes that snake overhead here drip with welcomed condensation and leave puddles in the streets below.
To the east are stores, though almost all of them are empty and dark inside. A cafe shines with a soft light and beckons with soft music playing over the ambient ticking of Henlein. If you venture inside, there are a few special treats inside. Come and enjoy fresh coffee and stale cakes and breads. As for attendants, there are none. Take what you like; you're already a criminal.
To the west the lights are fewer and far between. In the darkness, the ticking fades away, leaving rare silence in the shadows. If you venture this way, you'll find a warehouse. Inside isn't much, but there are a few good mattresses, far better than those what were in the prison. You might even find a few useful tools out here, a wrench, a crowbar, a roll of medical bandages. It's almost as if someone else was living here and happened to step out. Will you take what's not yours? Perhaps you'll claim this bed as your own. Whatever you do, just know you may not be alone for long.
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Uchiha Itachi | Naruto | please come pester him
TR04-713. It wasn't much to regard as a name, not really. It was strange, though; the man wearing it felt almost as though it were proper. To have an identity stripped from him, to be reduced to nothing more than this, a number, a green jumpsuit accusing him of his crime, a prisoner locked away in what could easily be understood as hell.
He didn't actually remember committing any sort of treason, but he didn't think that it mattered to much; what his spotty, shredded memory did show him was more than enough to sentence him to an eternity in this hot metal hell.
And if this wasn't the repose of the grave, at least he was locked away where there were no more innocent to harm.
He spent most of the first day simply sitting in his cell, not caring very much to move about or explore. A prison, yes, he understood that, and agreed that it was where he belonged. But the fight for survival held little appeal to him. Why bother?
Eventually, though, hunger did drive him forth from the confines of his cell. Though what the cafteria yielded proved to be disappointing fare, he quietly took it as no more than his due. A ration bar... he could recall eating ones like this before. Not the same, no, but the concept differed little.
He sat, eating mechanically, torn between the professional wariness of a lifetime and the simple, inescapable apathy he felt toward his own existence.
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At least food she didn't have to scavenge as much. The rations were measly but they were provided at least. She should probably take up hunting if she could stomach the meat off the creatures. She'd need to find a weapon for that, though. Rations would work just fine in the meantime.
She slipped into the cafeteria, small and unnoticeable in her red jumpsuit. She retrieved her food and then found the nearest empty seat she could. In and out. It was only after she had found her seat that she realized someone else was sitting not far from her.
"Sorry," She said, glancing up at the man. "Do you mind?" She was wary to trust the other criminals and stay among them. Although, maybe they should be more wary of her red and she shouldn't judge.
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A lifetime (a short one, but the full span of his fate-allotted years) of professional wariness and paranoia left him reluctant to openly compare notes, but opening up communication wasn't a bad idea. "Are you a new arrival?"
Darran Death-From-Above | Werewolf: The Apocalypse OC
Day two without answers, explanations, or any damn AC, and Darran's mood was not improving. Having snarfed down his ration bar as soon as he got it the day before, he was back in the cafeteria for another, and quite annoyed when he got absolutely nothing. Still stripped to the waist with his green jumpsuit tied around his hips, he glanced around the room and noticed the man eating his rations indifferently. Strolling up, he gave Itachi a toothy smile, both friendly and aggressive.
"Hey man, if you're not feeling the grub around here I'll take it off your hands. Hell, I'll pay you for it. You need some shit lifted? Or someone punched?"
pester away, mwaha~
That toothy grin was not unimpressive, but TR04-713 had spent plenty of time getting accustomed to very toothy grins, and just as predatory as this one. Partner to the shark, and all that. He remembered that much, even if the name of the human-shark hybrid he'd been partner to was lost down one of the holes in his memory.
So he simply regarded this newcomer, his head tilting very slightly as he examined him. Another green jumpsuit, then. Apparently traitors were not at all uncommon in these parts.
"I have little need of those particular.... services," he answered, his tone cool. "I fight my own fights." However, his tone left off with a slight rise in intonation -- a hint, if this man were keen enough to pick up on it, that while the specifics he'd outlined were not of interest, other things might be.
I guess he *would* be unfazed, yes XD;;
He wasn't holding out much hope to barter for the other man's rations, still, but he was curious.
Who needs names when you can remember chompy-ass teeth?
I need nothing hovered behind his teeth as an answer; it was the safest, and why -- anymore, why should he keep putting effort out? But the urge remained. To have resources, to have plans. It was a habit that was, it seemed, hard to break.
"Information," he said lightly. "Resources." Though how much there was to obtain, here, he wasn't sure yet.
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Okay, fine. So he didn't know jack about this guy, and being in hostile territory it stood to reason Itachi might be an enemy too. Or he might be another poor bastard trapped here. Best to play it safe and tell him about the fucked-up shit in the Labyrinth. If he was an enemy, it wasn't news, and if he was another sucker he might remember Dar well for it.
"Well, I've done a little exploring, anyway. Have you been past the Lobby, into the Labyrinth there?"
Speaking of information, though. Darran gave the other man a considering glance and made a mental note to try and see him in action some time. He seemed too slight and too unscarred for a serious fighter, but considering Dar's own hidden talents, he wasn't going to write off anyone just yet.
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Exploring. He had not gone any further than necessary -- far enough to get his food, but little farther. Exploration had not seemed terribly important at first, but as it was slowly settling in to him that perhaps this place was not what he had at first imagined, the necessity was starting to raise its head.
The value of admitting it, though... He contemplated that, studying the other. Benefits, drawbacks... admitting a weakness or a lack of knowledge always brought a certain element of danger, but at the same time, could often bring benefit.
Finally, he gave a small motion, not nearly so much as to be a shake of his head, but enough to indicate a negative. "Not yet."
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He gave an irritated shrug, eyes running over the walls around them. "And when you think about it, is it so much weirder than being ganked from our homes and stuck in a clockwork jail with no jailers, yeah?"
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A dog made of fire? That sounded... odd, yes, but not completely outlandish to the ninja. As something like a summon, or a very small version of a bijuu... something like that. His eyes narrowed as he considered the matter.
"That is valuable to know." While he didn't actually say the words thank you, his tone was level, the words genuine. "What other creatures did you encounter?" Forewarned was forearmed, and if this place was filled with strange enemies, all the better to know them ahead of time.
As he spoke, he broke off a portion of his ration bar -- not quite half of what remained, but close to it. Didn't offer it over yet, though.
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"Well, the good news is I didn't see anything bigger than those fire dogs. But there's these freaky mechanical spiders. Small," he holds two fingers up to demonstrate, "but they've got needles on them, and they're agile little fuckers. Took me a couple of tries to stomp one, and I was pretty lucky not to get stuck with whatever poison it was packing. Then a minute or two later I saw at least fifteen or twenty of them coming at me from the same direction as the first. A swarm like that, I don't know how the hell you'd avoid getting jabbed. So I turned right around and booked it, and luckily they're not as fast as me. Probably if you had a flamethrower or machine gun you'd be okay? They seemed purely mechanical, not some weirdass magic."
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Machine gun. An unfamiliar term, a concept he could not attach to anything solid in his mind. Flamethrower was similar, but at least with that one he could take the two component words and build a general image of what the man was talking about. I suppose you could say that one is present.
He didn't bother to ask whether the presence of poison was confirmed; whether or not it was, he would treat the spiders as though it was. "The needles," he asked instead. "Are they fixed? Or did you happen to notice an ability to launch them?" Good things, important things to know. He could take care of himself against these threats, he was confident, but forewarned was forearmed, and even a powerful ninja was wise to prepare himself ahead of time.