Thread: Graying Horizons vs2.0

Good evening friends. This RGP is the remake of the one entitled Graying Horizons. Here is a few useful links for you if you want to join or you just need refreshing:
http://www.writingforums.com/writing...g-i-guess.html
the affairs thread
http://www.writingforums.com/writing...-snap-rpg.html
the original thread.
If you wish to join please ask in the affairs area or PM me. If we are far a long in it I will try to PM you a summery about what happened thus far.

A RPG would not be complete with out rules so here are some:
1. BE ORIGINAL
2. Please try reply to others post if they are directed towards you.
3. Follow the story.
4. ONLY MYSELF AND THE MODERATORS CAN POST FOR THE KILLER! ONLY I CAN POST FOR THE INTERCOM/COMPUTER AI!
PM me if you have a problem with the rules or if you want me to add more.

Here are our current members:
Mi! (Super mod)
Shinn! (Mod)
RB (Wolfy)! (Mod)
Nefie!
Aura Shield!
Kast13!
So Nick Says...!
Insanity Prawn Boy

Renos Babe wanted to start it off so I shall turn it over to her. After her intro post, I must post next. Then it's free for all for who ever goes next. Take your time. Get to know each other. Have fun!

Sincerely yours,
Mi is happy!

((Okay guys this is your intro post, please enjoy))
Their was a hush thought the prison, as most of the inmates slept. the only light still on was that of the kitchen, it illuminated the halls slightly. One girl was standing in the kitchen over the sink, scrubbing the plates left after the nights meal...

Unbeknowns to the girl in the kitchen another prisoner was still awake, and crawling through the hallways, slowly but surely towards the kitchen...

Gracie Evens, was one of the most liked girls within the cell, pleasent and kind towards everyone she was a pleaseure to be around. A smile always played on her face but, at this point in time it was bigger than ever as she placed the last of dishes in the rack.

As she began to turn a gloved hand darted out and grabbed her, clamping her mouth shut. The person behind her lent fowards their mouth near her ear, "Hello, my dearest Gracie" Gracies eyes' widened as the knife came up towards her throat, she began to struggle against the persons grip but to no availe. The knife slid easily across gracies throat her body going limp instantly.


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The morning siren rang clearly threw the cells, it's aim to make every slacker wake and begin there days work...

Tom sat up in his bed and walked over to the sink in his small bathroom. He filled the sink with cold water before dunking his head in it, refreshing.
He left the bathroom and looked at the clock, it was a few minutes before the alarm. He sighed and got dressed before leaving his room to start his chores.
He walked through the dimmly light corridors slowly but surely until he arrived in the kitchen, ready to take the garbage out.
He walked accross the room to the garbage when he slipped halfway in some strange liquid. He reached down and touched the liquid. The texture was enough to tell him what it was. Blood.

Nikolai’s eyes opened, it was morning. He woke at the same time everyday. Swinging his legs off of the bunk, he sat on the edge. His bed was small and simple, just like the rest of his room. He had a small bathroom with a shower, sink, toilet; all basic and made of metal. In his room itself he had a large mirror, a couple chairs, a desk, a bookcase, a bedside table and an armoire for clothes and storage. He liked his room; it was clean at all times just like he wanted it. Many inmates decorated their rooms with posters or pictures form home, but Nikolai needed none of this. The only personal objects he kept were a simple lighter and his books.


Nikolai reached towards the bedside table and picked up a pack of cigarettes and the lighter. He carefully lit the smoke and returned the pack and lighter to the bedside table. Nikolai figured he must have loved cigarettes in his past life because even after being frozen for a thousand years he still craved them. He took a couple long drags then stood up. Nikolai walked over to the door and looked out the small window, he watched Tom pass by, probably on his way to do chores he figured. Walking back towards the bathroom Nikolai stopped in font of the mirror. Nikolai inspected his body; he slept naked so all of his tattoos were visible. It was strange, they were a permanent link to another place and another time, which he no longer understood. His permanent link to this world was his neck collar, but that was just as natural to him. Nikolai didn’t remember life before being frozen, so he was born with these tattoos and this collar.


He continued to the bathroom, smoke following him like a dark cloud. Flicking the cigarette butt into the toilet Nikolai stepped in the shower.


After showering Nikolai dressed in his dark grey prison issued slacks and button up then left his room. Once in the hall he lit up another smoke and looked around, no one else seemed to be up yet.

Pain erupted in Antosha's throat. A faint screamed seemed to echo inside his head. Anton's eyelids fluttered open as his eyes tried to adjust to his surroundings. He was looking up to a plain white wall. His hands rushed to his throat, but there was no wound, just a large bump where his scar was. Instinctively, Anton tried to groan, but his throat would not allow it. All he was able to manage was the usual hisses and sighs.
Anton sat on his bed, still trying to adjust his mind. He was Antosha. He was stuck in a huge prison. Instantly his mind starting thinking of some kind of escape, but more knowledge flooded back. He could not escape. No one could.
With a final sigh, Anton spun his body to the side of his bed and stood. He quickly slid on his prison issued clothes. Anton approached his bathroom door, but stopped dead in his tracks. Shouts erupted from somewhere close by in the prison.
Then emotions forced their way into his thoughts. Confusion. Fear. it was not normal for Anton to pick up on others emotions, but when he did something big was happening.
Deciding it was not worth the trouble, Anton went back to his daily routine. He stepped into the tiny room the prison likes to call a bathroom, with the shouts still deep in his thoughts.

56 was sitting inside his cell, looking at an old faded photograph of him and his special forces police team. They were the best of the best; always called to some of the most dangerous places and were given these task of taking down mob kingpins and the like. It's what he liked. He looked at the other photos in his cell; especially the ones of his two children - Abbey and Julian.

He heard the alarm and knew that he had to go and do the required chores. He walked down the hall to the kitchen and saw John standing in front of him... He was looking at something on the floor.

"What have you found there Tom?" he asked, as he got closer to his fellow inmate.

The sun was blazing and the sky was void of all clouds. The sound of people haggling and trading from the surrounding market seemed to bring ease his mind. Smiling he wondered why he had no money to buy anything. Surely his mother had given her child a few bits of cash for the weekly market, even if it was to buy food. His hands felt around every space in his tight jeans pocket, however he had no luck. The cobble stone square was packed, various stalls were set up here and there. A large fountain was placed elegantly in the centre of all the excitement.

....

Suddently a defining sound screeched to the sky causing everyone to fall to their knees their hands on their ears. A tears ran down his face.....

Panting, Dmitri awkoe from his dream. A few beads of newly formed sweat lay stricken on his forehead. The same dream had plagued his since his rebirth, or awakening, each time, he seemed to be about 15 years of age, walking through a market sometimes a feild. However one thing that was constant was that defining screech. It sent shivers down his back.

Taking a deep breath, he had a cold shower and got dressed. It was never easy to sleep after he'd awaken from one of those dreams, it was easier to run throughout the halls silently.

Wolf streached as she woke, knowing she had all the time in the world this morning, grateful that today, she had no chores. Standing up she shook her ehad, before walking over to her pathectic excuse for a bathroom.

Letting her hair down she placed the hairtie on the sink while she started filling it with water, brushing her hair she put it up, and tied it back, so she at least looked halfway respectable, she grinned as she touched her ears, making sure they were still intact, then did the same for her tail. Cutting hte water off to the sink she washed her face, barly even glancing over as Tom's scent wafted past her cell, and was then replaced by the placid smell of ciggeret smoke. she shook her head to clear her sences before, donning her prision uniform, it was sleeveless, due to her utter hate for the things, and so, her name, and number had been enbriodered on the pocket: 'prisoner, 213, Wolf'. She headed out into the hall, deciding to just wander around for a bit.

(what happened to me posting after RB...? ah well.... Also Nick, did you read my post about your bio? Just check the affairs thread on pg 5. Also to our new members.... I added more to the job post so now you all have to do stuff. haha! )

Rhine lifted her groggy head. The alarm had disturbed her much needed beauty sleep. On her wall was a few magazine pictures of men in hot position, looking hot, and wearing hot cloths. She amazingly had never had a boy friend, because she was kept in confinement for most of her life. That didn't stop her from being boy crazy.
She striped even before she was in the bathroom. She turned on the pathetic shower and allowed the warm recycled water flow over her muscles. It felt grand. Once she was certain she was clean she turned it off. She pulled on her gray shirt which had the numbers 666 etched into it. Everything in her life had these numbers. Disgusted she pulled her long military coat over it.
The Council had done the favor of sending it to her to reminder her who she was. A slave owned by them that was being punished for it's want of freedom. Still she enjoyed her gift just the same.
She left her room and remembered her duty of the day. Cooking. It was better than taking out the trash. She trudged to her station and began to wash her hands. There was no need for soap. The water had sterilizer in it. She was about to turn away from the sink when she noticed a blob of crimson resting on it's edge.
She then noticed a dribble of it a few feet away. She moved towards it and noticed yet another one. She followed the trail until she came to a stop in front of Thomas, whom she didn't know too well. In fact she really didn't know most of her inmates.
"Is it just me or is your bag dripping?" she smiled. She then became conscious of a small shock, almost like a little nudge. The computer noticed that she wasn't in her designated area. She honestly didn't care at the moment.

Nikolai was enjoying a smoke leaning up against the hallway wall outside his room when he heard footsteps. Slowly he turned his head and looked up the hall, it was Wolf. She was walking towards his looking around idly. Nikolai took a long drag on his cigarette, being born is this prison he was used to seeing abnormal things, but Wolf was one of a kind. He tail wagged just as idly behind her, Nikolai was very intrigued by her history, it was certainly unliek anything he had ever read.

Wolf stopped as she came into line with Nikolai, turning her head slightly she smiled,
"Come with me, I've got something that might interest you" Not waiting for his answer she strolled down the hall, tail wagging slowly behind her. She liked Nikolai, didn't talk much, didn't flirt, and although he always looked at her with interest, he never asked questions.

Is it just me or is your bag dripping?

Thomas stood up suddenly, his finger right in Rhine's face,
"God damn it. This is no time to making jokes." a small shock went through his collar, "That is human blood and there is a lot of it. Somewhere nearby there are a dead inmate and their murderer."

I've got something that might interest you

Nikolai raised his eyebrows, intriguing he thought, and set off behind her. I wonder what she has to show me, this could get interesting or ugly really quick. Essentially being born in this prison and it being the only life he had ever known he was ready for almost anything, so Nikolai wasn't too bothered by this situation.

Wolf stoped at a door way and entered the access code, walking inside she glanced around. The walls of the room were lined with lockers each with a different number on it, she scanned it until she found the one with 13 on it, her collar shocking her a little, she shook it off before leaning one ear against it and began trying to break the code after only a few moments she cracked it, and pulled the door open, "Your stuff from the past," She said quietly before heading over to another locker and doing the same seeing what stuff of hers they'd kept.

Your stuff from the past

Nikolai starred at Wolf in shock, he couldn't believe they kept his things for over a thousand years. Nikolai slowly approached the locker, then slammed it shut. He turned on his heel and walked towards the door. He paused only long enough to say, "I have no past" before he disappeared through the door.