Thread: Infernal Empire RPG!

Welcome to the Infernal Empire RPG, an RPG for all to enjoy. If you are interested in Joining, please PM me. If you’ve already joined and have something to talk to me about related to the RPG, feel free to PM As well. Anyway, Here’s the Intro, Rules and the most important people, you!

England, 2007

The light flickered off, sending a sheet of darkness upon the cobbled road he lay upon. The road was cold, sending chills through the body that was wrapped up tightly in the tattered blue blanket. Its face was hidden, along with the rests of it body, which seemed to be tucked away for some reason or another.

Suddenly a footstep echoed around the street, waking the body lying on the ground. A shady figure closed in on the blanket, hidden by darkness, his hand grabbed it by the stomach and pulled it in towards itself. It leant up, and looked around, hiding the body under what seemed to be a huge jacket.

Then, small splashes of water began to fall from the sky, hitting the top of the figures head like small darts. Without warning, the headlamp flickered back to life, frightening the figure as it was revealed. Its face was red, with the same features as a human’s. Its eyes were a deep black, matching the colour of his lips and the shade of its teeth. It frowned as it was shown up and scattered off into the night, not to be found for another 200 years.

American Border, 200 Years later…


Law tightened his helmet and gripped his AK -98, an assault rifle upgraded over the centuries to fit the new army requirements. Law was stuck with 5 other of his men in a small green cubicle, readying themselves for the battle about to commence. He had been fighting here in America for 3 and a half years, he had been moved from New York 2 years ago to the border. He was Unknown to where he exactly was, but at this moment of time, that wasn’t something which crossed his mind.

His bullets had killed hundreds of these bitches, tearing through their bones and flesh with was covered by dark red skin. It had started 5 years ago, a sudden attack of France causing in their unexpected invasion. Soon after, the whole of Europe followed, apart from the United Kingdom, Europe had become their territory.

6 Months later, Asia fell under the same problem, many villages and towns burnt down, and over 50 Million dead bodies lying in what at that time seemed to be hell. Unfortunately, this was yet to be the worst to become, as on the 15th August 2203, the beasts set their eyes on America. Law was British, but after the Dedication to War 40 years before, he was sent to America as part of their Army. Though Britain had yet to be taken over, it was in great danger.

The three men beside Law had become close to his heart. He had been assigned with them a year ago, and ever since the 4 of them had talked about a lot, their families back home, Close deaths and the fun things of life, even if most of them had been destroyed along with the rest of the world. That had stopped in the last week though, Laws mouth had only opened to drink and eat, apart from that, and it had been shut. The reason for this being that an attack was possible in the next week, and according to the higher ranks, it was most likely going to be the battle to decides America’s freedom or not.

Suddenly an explosion shook the cubicle, surprising all 4 men. Law jumped out, his gun ready by his side. His men followed, along with thousands more in front. Some looked identical to Law; others held large red swords instead of guns. Either way, they were all fighting for the same things; their life.

As the smoke cleared, revealing the sea, along with it, red beast charged from the grey waters. Law shouted, spit flying in all directions. His men nodded, running forward with their leader. The sand was soft, probably the softest thing left upon this world, but soon, it would be gone. The first bullets left their guns, missing, yet breaking the silence and beginning the battle. The beasts were naked humans, yet with red skin and huge fangs. In one hand a black scimitar and in the other a rounded red shield.

Before long, Law met his first challenger. He threw himself onto the ground like many off his ally soldiers and reloaded his gun. He pressed the trigger down, letting bullets fly out of his barrel into the creature’s stomach. After a few seconds, the beast was lying face down in the sand. Law didn’t take much time to check if the thing was dead, he was too busy covering his men as they ran deeper into the battlefield. Then the first loss came, as a sword slashed away at his men, killing 2 of them instantly. Emotions once again filled Laws body, sadness, fear, guilt and a few more including anger.

Law shook it off, and concentrated on the terror unfolding in front of him. He looked over to the sea, noticing the infinite amount of Creatures awaking from the sea. He reloaded once again and began to fire viciously, letting his aim go and wishing for a good result. At first it looked like he had gained it, many of the creatures going down thanks to him. But then, a sharp pain shot through his left shoulder. He looked over, gasping as he noticed a knife through his clothes and flesh.

Before he could react, another explosion commenced, knocking many of his soldiers into the sea and leaving them dead. He had dropped his weapon and was know using his unhurt arm to slit it under his spare shoulder. He did so quickly and ran into the smoke, carelessly pulling the trigger. He was knocked back though, as a beast charged him to the floor. He rolled backwards out of the smoke, only to be covered in it once again as a third explosion went off. This time it was neither a bomb nor one of the beast’s creations. It was a person.

As the smoke faded, the figure had become clearer. His skin, like the beasts Law had been fighting, was red. He was wearing black trousers and his eyes were a deep black. He sent chills through Law, and everything had seemed to have been silenced. In his hand, a small baby wrapped in tatted blankets was sleeping soundly. Law stumbled to his feet, blood dripping from his shoulder as the knife was forced deeper. Law grabbed it and yanked it out, screaming in pain as he did so.

He ran forward towards the huge creature and leapt up. He could have, at that time, shot the beast. But, instead, he dropped his gun and reached out his right hand, sweeping the baby from the beast’s arms. The baby fell, inches from the ground when a swordsman grabbed it.

‘Run!’ Law ordered ‘Run, I’ll catch up to you soon!’ The man nodded and struggled to get through the many soldiers running at him. Unfortunately, Law never caught up to the man. The beast had been too late to react to Laws baby ambition, but it wouldn’t let him get away with it. Its hand leapt out, huge claws shooting out from his fingers and cutting through Laws stomach, sending flesh into different directions. Law cried out in pain, hitting the what-had-seemed to be hard sand. His sight began to get fuzzy, the battlefield like a dodgy signalled television. Suddenly it went blank, sending one thought through Law’s mind.

‘It’s over!’ He thought. ‘We’ve lost’. The thought echoed through his mind and every other dieing human that day, each and every one of them…

Londrina, 13 years later

The Capital of Great Britain was packed, hundreds of townspeople gathered around the market, buying and selling what they pleased. Different languages filled the air, English, French, German, Chinese…and so on. Odin glanced around, watching the shopkeepers as they shouted for attention. His eyes glided from left to right, from the food market to the illegal Black market. He was so deep in thought that when a hand grasped his shoulder, it took him 10 seconds to react. He looked over his shoulder, a girl, the same age as Orin, 14, with long blonde, tied up hair and a tanned face stood behind him.

‘Orin, I’ve been looking for you everywhere’ the girl smiled, her lips bright red and soothing. ‘Found anything worth stealing?’ Orin grinned back, glad that his partner in crime, Kiz had found him. He nodded briefly and turned.

‘The Black Market is selling illegal Rubaz stamped weapons’ Orin replied.

‘Someone got their hands on Rubaz Empire Stamped weapons?’ Kiz asked.

‘I know, it surprised me too, especially with the huge increase of Beast Guards’ Orin replied again, stepping forward, looking out for the red demon like creatures.

‘Best not complain this sort of chance doesn’t pop up everyday you know!’ Kiz said, hitting Orin on the shoulder. He looked at her beautiful, smooth rounded face and smiled. Her personality was amazing, making Orin smile whenever he was down. The 7 years these 2 had known each other, they had learnt a lot from each other.

‘Okay, but don’t mess up!’ He chuckled, hitting her back. He knew hitting a girl wasn’t polite, but Kiz was tough, tough enough to take a punch.

‘Mess up, me, Look Orin there-‘Kiz stopped. She turned slowly, to see the red bony hand lay upon her shoulder. She looked up, surprised to see 3 huge beast guards looking down at her.

‘You, you have been charged with stealing property of Rubaz’ One said, its voice crackly and deep. A look of confusion filled Kizs face. Orin matched, wondering what she had stolen.

‘Stolen? I didn’t steal anything!’ Kiz complained, shrugging the hand from her shoulder. ‘You haven’t got any proof!’ The beast smirked, and looked across to its companions, the two others nodded.

‘Who needs proof?’ The beast replied, grabbing Kiz by the arm. She tried to shrug it off, but another hand forced her to stop. She looked around, desperate to escape.

‘HELP!’ She screamed. ‘I didn’t do anything!’ Orin wouldn’t of believed her, but the look in her eyes, the look of fear proved him wrong.

‘Let go of her!’ He ordered a sense of demand in his voice, a tone he was not often for using. The beasts began to walk backwards, dragging Kiz with them. Orin revealed a blue sword from his sheath and charged forward. The three guards threw Kiz down to the ground and took the guns hanging from their sides. They shot, three bullets aiming straight for Orin’s stomach. Orin drew back his sword, stopping two from hitting him. Unfortunately, the third ripped through his skin, letting blood loose from his body.

Orin dropped onto one knee, trying to hide the pain. He could hear Kiz shouting for him, begging for him to get up and help. He tried, but the wound stopped him from jumping back up.

‘Take him away!’ Ordered a deep voice followed by footsteps growing louder and louder. Kiz’s voice faded away as hands dragged him away from her wailing voice.

Rules:

• No Godding: No making yourself Invincible, If you do, I’ll ask you to edit your character.
• No Auto Killing/Hitting: Basically No hitting people or killing them without them doing so or saying you can.
• No Moving: No moving along the story (Unless you’re an RP Mover) or bringing an attack to the group without my permission.
• Remember, this is 2207, be imaginative, and create some stuff that’s related to the future. Also take into account that Cars (Anything with wheels) do not exist anymore, except for Planes and Airships (Yes, there is a difference).
• Complaining: Complain if something’s the matter, but only if it’s something big. If you got ignored, just put a little note saying that you got ignored, don’t get yourself into a fit. If people keep ignoring you, that gives you a right. If you have any problems, just pm me.
• Grammar: Okay, I know that every single one of you are experts at Grammar and all that (LOLZ!), But if you’re not, please try your best too. I’ll understand if you’re plainly bad at grammar, I am. (I don’t know why this is a rule, but I had no where else to put it)
• Keeping a Time line: Try and keep with the time, don’t move on the time for like a day unless we do a Time change, which I’ll post everyone information on in a private message if we ever do.
• Posting: Post when you want, but please wait for someone else to post before you do.
• The Final and Most important Rule of All: Okay, here it is, the rule all must abide by or the sacred hand of the doom, THE CLAW will rip you into as many pieces as he desires. The Rule being… HAVE FUN!

I’d like to thank Grace for here Rule section in here ‘What to consider when making an RPG’. I’d also like to thank Short tooth for keeping his rules up in his Horror RPG. I Know I didn’t ask permission but they helped thanks.

RP Movers:

Blood Writer
Aurashield
Short Tooth
Crazed Scribe

RPG Characters:

Orin – Blood Writer
Kiz – Blood Writer
Jigsaw – Short Tooth
Alexander Petrovich – Lyonidus
Reni Hitori - Aurasheild
Lea ‘Echo’ Davies – Sierra
Krystal Lake – Renos Babe

Hyde – Blood Writer – Rubaz
Dergut – Crazed Scribe – Rubaz
Jupiter Marksborough – Blossom – Rubaz
Nayr Orion – Rubaz – Tsaeb XIII

P.S If you find any problems with my intro, spelling mistakes etc, feel free to PM to me about them.

NOTE: RUBAZ AND RELATED INFORMATION IS ON THE THIRD POST OF THE THREAD (JUST SCROLL DOWN A BIT)!

((Hope this is okay. It’s a little long, sorry.))

“Okay … I’ll see your cigarettes, and raise you a pack.” Markus grinned, sliding a pack of twenty from his jacket pocket into the middle of the table. He turned, and leered sickeningly at Jupiter. “What ‘bout you, sweetheart?”

Jupiter looked down at the cards in her hand. They sucked. She hadn’t been dealt a good hand. Of course, she could always try to bluff … she made a show of thinking about it, glancing at the ‘bets’ stacked in the centre of the table, then shrugged and folded her cards.

“I fold.”

It wasn’t worth it. The guys would call her bluff, and then she’d get it in the neck for trying to cheat them. Not that it mattered that those were the rules of the game. Poker, it was called. One of the lower downs had found an old pack of cards and a rulebook that had been stuffed away for years, gathering dust. It was a good way to pass the time on guard duty. They didn’t have money to bet with, or the ‘chips’ in the rulebook, so they bet with what they had; packs of cigarettes or gum.

“Pathetic, thunder girl.” Markus laughed now, delighted at a chance to jeer at her. Jupiter shrugged nonchalantly, leaning back in her chair and giving him the finger. Markus scowled and flexed his muscles threateningly.

“Aw, come on Mark, don’t let thunder girl get under your skin.” Al said cheerfully, trying to dispel the tension. If Jupiter and Markus started fighting, it wouldn’t be pretty.

“Yeah, ignore thunder girl,” added Sam, “C’mon, I’ll see your twenty and raise you two packs of gum.”

Jupiter scowled. “Thunder girl” was the nickname some genius had given her when she first came to the Rubaz, eight years ago. She was named after the planet of thunder and storms, thanks to her superstitious mother. So now she was “thunder girl”.

“I fold.” Al sighed heavily, as if parting with the pack of gum he had bet was the end of the world. The other guys laughed.

The door to the ward burst open. They looked up, instantly sober and alert, as one of the Rubaz beast guards came in with another prisoner. She was a skinny little girl, eleven or twelve. Lank black hair hung in tangles around an emaciated, bruised face. She glared sullenly at the floor.

“Prisoner for ya,” the guard sneered, “If you can handle ‘er.”

“No problem. It’s a little girl. Thunder girl can have ‘er.” Markus grunted back. Jupiter stood from her chair and beast guard flung the child at her. Jupiter caught her by the shoulders, and the girl’s head snapped back so Jupiter found herself staring into a pair of wide blue eyes. They narrowed and the girl shrieked and shouted incoherently, clawing and scratching at Jupiter’s arms.

The guard, chuckling, left. The guys raised eyebrows but went back to their poker game. Jupiter sighed, swung the girl round and twisted her arm up behind her.

“Look,” she said, “If you make trouble, you’ll get hurt. You wanna get hurt?” The girl shook her head, “Then don’t make trouble.”

She marched the girl to one of the empty cells. She punched a code into the keypad, and the electrified door slid open. Jupiter pushed the girl inside and with a press of the button slid the door closed again. The girl immediately flung herself at the door, screaming. The electric current flowing through the door surged into the girl. She fell to the ground, shaking and sobbing.

Jupiter felt a pang of pity. The girl was skin and bone, malnourished and sickly. She’d die here. A few days, maybe, or a few weeks, depending on her willpower. A few months after she’d started guarding the cells Jupiter had learnt to tell which ones would survive, which wouldn’t. Some of the kids were incredibly tough, surviving longer than anyone had any right to expect. Others died within hours, simply giving up.

It was sick, Jupiter decided as she swept her gaze around the cells. Sick that she could look at these children and teenagers in their cells, some only a little younger than her, some more than ten years her junior, and know which would die.

Hell, it was sick that she was guarding kids. How could these underfed and broken children be any threat? Jupiter shook her head in disgust and turned back to the poker game. This was what being a Rubaz was all about.

The Rubaz

The Rubaz are red beasts, a little like humans but with pig heads and red skin. They also have longer finger nails and have no brain. Instead of a brain, they use some sort of communication device with Hyde, the commander of this great fleet. There are many in the world, but most of them are based in America. In Britain, Human guards are usually used instead of creatures; they are less of a loss when killed.

The Future

A lot has changed since 2007; many of the guns from the past have been able to survive the wars, more being made as time goes on. New weapons have been made, but the Rubaz seem to just keep updating the old ones, adding little features to make them better. Before the Rubaz came, Swords were rarely used, but when the appeared, they became more popular. The Rubaz are much harder to kill with a gun that they are with a sword for some reason yet to be discovered.

Apart from wheeled vehicles, nothing much has changed in transport. With the introduction of Airships and Hover Tanks, people could not be bothered to design anything else. Well, except for the odd person who managed to create some hover cars and bikes. Unfortunately, they were taken by the Rubaz and have been kept under storage ever since. No one used Fuel anymore, things are ran on wind power, except for airships and planes which are ran on a special crystal called Jiponate, discovered by a Scottish scientist 10 years before the Rubaz attacked.

Since the Rubaz appeared, the weather has always been dull. Every now and again, the sun will appear, but it usually rained. Global warming was stopped, 150 years ago the Japanese came up with a device to protect the world from the Global warming. It was destroyed, but has seemed to keep the world going for now…

The factories are all ran by the Rubaz, and people are paid poorly. Usually people make their money of the market, buying cheap goodies and selling them as rare items. Guns and swords are the most popular in the market, but apart from that, to earn the most money, working for the Rubaz is the best option.

JigSaw hadn’t slept for 2 days. He’d not benefited from sleep, as the definition would have it, for a few years now. But these past few days, he had been waiting. In the decrepit hills overlooking the market, he’d situated himself in one of the Rubaz’s derelict aircrafts. It had been discarded there after some fiery blaze or another, but there was ample room for him, and his sniper rifle, to fit inside. He’d been waiting for the busiest day of the market. Monday’s had always brought the highest amount of patrons to the small stalls far below. And more people, meant more guards. More guards equalled more Rubaz. More Rubaz led to more targets. It had been a long time coming. 4 years ago to the day they had taken Krystal from him. He bore the mark of his love for her on his face for all to see. Not that many did see him these days. He kept a low profile. But today was vengeance day.

He peered, with his one superior eye, down the scope of the rifle. The weapon had become an extension of himself for as long as he could remember, and he used it as unflinchingly as he flexed his fingers. He had reasons. The world was bad. Worse than bad…. There were no words. He just had to make a change. He scanned the crowded streets below. There were Rubaz, but he needed to kill as many as possible in the quickest amount of time. He needed some sort of… diversion, to get them all in one area together. That would help.

And so he waited….

Finally the time came. He saw a guard approach a young couple. This paused him in his thoughts for a moment. Seeing the boy and girl together reminded him of a time when he and Crystal were still together. The beginning of their romance. He waved off the hesitation. He was doing this for her. He watched the action play out, getting his finger ready. It itched….

Excellent. The boy had caused a scene. He had attacked and the guards were all running to that area. He saw one of the guards let off some shots. It was time.

He yanked the trigger back with sublime precision. The bullet ripped through one ear and out of the other of the first Rubaz sending an orgasmic flurry of red liquid across the marketplace. Before the bullet had even reached its target Jigsaw had moved on to the next. This one got it in the neck. The next in the forehead. The fourth caught the same bullet as the third. The fifth took it in the knee. The sixth, where it hurt. He would torture that one….

By the 31st shot the Rubaz had split up, and JigSaw decided that was enough. He would salvage this day for a long time. It had been a while since he’d enjoyed shedding this much blood. The Royal Empire’s blood doused the streets the ‘real’ people could now walk all over. He had freed a few more souls, lifted a few more hearts. But he hadn’t brought Crystalback. As he began holstering his weapon on his back this was all he could think. She’s still gone.. She isn’t here… He heard the shuffling behind him too late. Suddenly, that comatose feeling he had only felt once before came back to him, and the world slipped away in a splintering moment of enormous pain…

JigSaw awoke with a throbbing head, in a dark but spacious cell. He recognised it as a cell immediately. The chains and bars being a give away. Of all the technological advancements they’d still not advanced past bars and chains. Though he was all too aware of the electricity that coursed throug the cell entrance. He began to survey the room. There were others… They were all chained. How had been caught. He’d been so careful. He instantly reached for his back. Beneath his ripped, hooded jacket, the rifle cavity was empty. Now, for the first time in a red moon, he had to interact with people. He began to study the motley crew around him.
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Hope this is all good.
Sorry about the font change i cant stop that from happening for some reason

(( Great! ))

Orin woke from what had seemed to be nightmare. He groaned, looking up to examine his surroundings. He was in a prison cell, he could tell by all the times he had been in one before. This one was different though, for one, it was much bigger and for another, there were other people.

Chains were clasped around his feet, giving him a rash. He looked down at his wound, still open yet dry. He looked down at his back sheath, its emptyness making him rather unhappy that he was departed from his weapon. He sighed again and peered around.

Apart from him, he saw another awake, also looking at the other characters amongst them.

"STAY THE FUCK STILL!"

The fist connected with alexander's head like a hammer, these rubaz guys were big and strong, but they went down like anybody else.

"If one uses the right tactic!"

This guy had been kicking the holy crap out of him for a while now and he was close to letting his partner have a turn, the things eyes glittered with malicious intent.

Alexander snarled, thinking to himself. "If it werent for these fucking chains!"

Still, alexander was used to thinking quickly, used to ysing anything for a weapon. In short.

He was just plain mean.

He began to laugh, slumping against his chains, his head down he began to laugh and murmur under his breath, a tactic that never failed to grab the enemies attention.

He grinned as the guard walked towards him and backhanded him across the mouth, knocking a tooth loose.

"What the fuck are you laughing at?"

Alexander kept whispering, knowing what this idiot would do next. He beckoned for the guard to come closer.

He came and stood right infront of him, such a stupid thing to do.

"NOW!"

Alexanders leg came up, the rubaz had the same anatomy of a human and it pleased alexander when he felt his army boot crush the thigs left bollock, it leaned down and he bit its nose off, blood spurted everywhere and alexander had to close his eyes as he tasted the things blood in his mouth.

"Im laughing because youre on th floor curled up like a fucking five year old you shit!"

That was as far as he got, the other guard came over and grabbed him and lifted him by his shirt.

"You'll pay for that!" it snarled.

Alexander grinned.

"Looking forward to it."

It was about three hours later when they were dragging his body down the corridor, his clothes were soaked in his own blood and his nose had been broken as well as his lips busted, he couldnt open his left eye and he thought his left index finger was broken.

"If you think youre going to rot slowly in a cell then you got another thing coming petrovich, youre going to die a slow death, well be coming back for you in a few hours, or maybe days, it depends on how long it takes us to get really angry. You should be thankful were spending this much time on you, you werent even that good a shot..........."

That was it.

He jumped and tore his arm away from the one on his right, swinging it into the face of the one on his left and shattering his nose, he had pulled one of his teeth out and had it concealed in his hand and he now dug it into the eye of the fucking thing.

He kicked the other one in the knee and felt it shatter before turning back to the other................

And getting stunned right in the face.

His nose had been broken but now it was practically shattered.

"Now were really angry."

They threw him in the cell and laughed as they talked of what they would do to him as they walked away, he didnt move for a while and then got back up and kicked at the electronic bars, his boots not being conductive, a new mod implemented when the rubaz built these prisons.

"TELL ME HOW YOURE FUCKING EYE IS YOU SHIT!"

He turned and sagged his head, he should not have risen tothe bait when he had lied about him being a bad shot, alexander had a reputation though and it was one he intended to maintain.

A thought struck him and he turned back around.

"AND DONT TOUCH MY FUCKING SVD YOU SHITHEADS!"

The answering scream told him that one of them had and he chuckled to himself.

He was in a cell with a little girl and another man, he greeted the man before turning to the girl, the poor thing looked half dead.

"The bastards." He thought.

He went over to her, he had learnt long ago how to conceal rations and he pulled one seemingly magically from his sleeve now, it was his last chocolate ration.

He kneeled down by the girl who squirmed away from him and smiled at her, offering it in his open hand.

((I want to apologise about the swearing and th elength, i felt the swearing was integral to my character as he really is a mean guy but if anybody is uncomfortable with it i shall remove it. I wont be posting this much swearing in every post though and problably wont be posting anymore swearing anyway but i fully understand if anybody wants me to remove it and i shall. Thanks))

(( Okay, so you're not in our cell yet I see, If you could, you wouldn't mind ending up in there at some point would you? ))

I am in the cell arent i?

I posted at the same time as you bw so i couldnt tell whether you were going to be in the cell or not as well. The man i greeted on the way in was short tooth and the girl is in the cell with him and youre in the cell with the girl, the whole thing with the beating is because my character is known to the rubaz, or at least hes meant to be lol.
Sorry for the confusion but i am in the same cell as you, ill edit the post to include orin though.

(( Ahh, I dont think the Girl was in our cell. I think she was in another... ))

woops, lol damn, sorry about that, ill edit it now, sorry that i pissed up on my first post, was the rest of it okay?

(( Yer, I enjoyed it. I understand why you wanted the swear words. Some bits were a little confusing, but I got the jist that you kicked the Shit out of them in a cool way, which by the way, was entertaining to read ))

Hearing the scuffling from one of the cells, Jupiter turned to see two of prisoners waking up. One immediately felt his back for something, but didn’t find it. It was almost amusing; the Rubaz searched and stripped the prisoners of everything except their clothes.

Getting up, Jupiter walked over to a small black box attached to one wall. She pressed a button on it, and a beeping noise echoed through it.

“What are you doing thunder girl?” Markus asked as he raised the stakes on the poker game yet again; this time he threw in two packs of gum and one pack of cigarettes.

Jupiter didn’t answer, as a voice came crackling through the intercom. “Yes?”

“This is Marksborough, down in Cell Block 4AW.”

“Oh,” the voice said disinterestedly. Someone asked a muffled question in the background, and the voice replied, “It’s thunder girl down in 4AW – the kid block.”

Jupiter scowled, “Look, some of the prisoners are waking up.”

“So?” Jupiter got the distinct impression that whoever was on the other end of the intercom was chewing gum.

“So can you send some food? I’m not gonna watch ‘em starve to death.”

“God, you’re such a bleeding heart. Fine, whatever. Food coming down thunder girl.”

Jupiter released the intercom button without saying thank you. She clenched her fists in irritation, feeling the deep-seated anger build up and coarse through her veins like fire. She turned back to the other guys, hoping Markus would say something just so she had an excuse to hit him.

Then the door to the block opened again. This time the guards brought in a slighter older man, in his twenties if Jupiter was any judge. He tried to fight with them, and successfully blacked the eye of one and broke the knee of another. Jupiter was impressed. They tossed him into the cell with the emaciated little girl. He kicked at the door, his rubber soled boots preventing the electric current from hurting him. He yelled after the beast guards, swearing abuse at them.

Jupiter watched with interest as the guy greeted the other man in his cell, then turned to the girl and offered her a chocolate ration he had concealed about his person. The selfless compassion made Jupiter’s stomach twist in some strange way. She felt … guilty. And sad.

She looked down at the ground. She hadn’t felt anything except anger, hatred, resentment and a deep seated weariness for eight years. That was what life among the Rubaz did to you. Don’t forget that you are a Rubaz, her conscious reminded her. Shut up, she ordered it.

The door to the block opened. Jupiter turned and saw a skinny, lank-haired guy holding several ration packs. He dumped them unceremoniously into her arms, turned on his heel, and left. Jupiter sighed, and turned back to the prisoners in the cells.

“So. Who wants breakfast?”

“So. Who wants breakfast?”

Food. Orin licked his lips. He was starving, the sensation of food running round his mind since he had woken. He opened his mouth, putting in some effort to shout but was suprised when nothing escaped. He tried again, but nothing. Had he lost his voice, had that bullet kicked the shit out of his vocal chords. He needed food though, he wasn't going to wait.

He began to tap the chains around his feet furiously, hoping that it would annoy the Rubaz scum enough for them to feed him before others. He felt guilty that he was taking away attention from those more needy, but Orin had been brought up to only ever fight for himself...and for Kiz.

Okay, we'll make it so the girl is not in our cell otherwise she'll be in the way of our story. just stick to the actual real people who are playing characters being in this cell, that alright with everyone?
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Breakfast? Jigsaw's stomach was the last thing on his mind. A new guy had been brought in. Kicking and shouting. A fighter. He would be a good way out of here if there was one. But years of solitary kept him wary. He eyed the boy who had awoken.

He was the boy from the market! JigSaw smiled a little. He admired the guys fight. He turned finally to the visitor to the sell. She was Rubaz, but there was something about her. She was offering them something. A Rubaz? Offering? He wouldn't trust. He spit on the floor, and without saying a word stared her in the eyes.

Krystal could feel her hair whipping at the back of her neck. Her hand griped the steering wheel loosely and she grinned, her boot was flat against the floor. Not SkyWolf but still. Her eyes locked on the Rubaz base, her smiled extending she urged the stolen Hover car to go faster. She could see a Rubaz soldier just outside, spinning the steering wheel hard aiming straight for the Soldier in front of her. Yes this ones going down, for the deaths of my Unit. Her eyes were focused but suddenly he was gone and she was fast approaching a solid brick wall, she yanked the wheel hard but it was too late, the last thing she remembered what hitting the wall at 260km an hour.

When she stirred she was beeing dragged towards a dimly lit cell. She tried to struggel but the moment she moved a sharp pain ran down her.
"Let me go you bastered," She growled only to get mocking laughter in responce,
"No chance of that Krystal, and were making sure you don't get out again" Krystal spat at his feet only to recieve a backhanded slap to the face. She was dragged into ain a dimly lit cell, there were about 3 others around. She felt herself being pushed up against the wall, a hand at her throat holding her there as Chains were scured around her hands and feet. As they let her go and she put pressure on her ankle, she colapsed. "Damn it!" She said a bit louder than she had intened. She watched as the Rubaz left, her arms wern't secured tightly she could still move them freely, she had about a meter of chain connecting her ankle to the wall.
Her head was spinning, gingerly she touched her ankle, and sighed, it was sprained. Somthing warm was running down her face, bringing her hand up Blood, how the hell did I survive that crash. She felt half dead and tryed to focus on the other people in the cell, quietly she asked
“Bloody hell what happened?”