✥ Alcatraz Jail RolePlay ✥ REALISTIC ✥

[dangan-twerka]

[Sure thing]

Ingrid sat in her cell, her legs crossed. She sat there and sighed frustratedly. "This is bull..." she muttered to herself.

[twinArisen]

Emerald closed her eyes and imagined her hometown. After a few minutes, she opened her eyes and growled... "This is so cliche." she signed, again, to no one. Then again, in prison, what wasn't?

[dangan-twerka]

"What to do in this hellhole?" Ingrid asked, running her fingers on the cold, damp cell wall.

[ʙʟᴏᴏᴅʏ ᴍᴀʀʏ;;]

Sorry I've been gone guys, I had to babysit for my aunt. >.< Dagger is accepted.

Fallon turned to Azmerie to answer her question, "We will start out with one prisoner per cell, but as we get more prisoners in there will be two per cell. When we get to the point where we have too many people in one cell, we will have to ship some prisoners out to another prison. Oh, and everyday at five o'clock, you will be allowed two hours outside of your cell in the jail yard. Anymore questions?"

[twinArisen]

Emerald signed, "I have one question. How come everyone else can talk?!" She glared. (Something like that, I felt like talking. :V)

[ʙʟᴏᴏᴅʏ ᴍᴀʀʏ;;]

Fallon looked confused, "What do you mean?" She generally got sign language, just bits and pieces of it though, she wasn't very fluent in it.

If that wasn't meant for Fallon, then forget that. x3

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☛Dᴇʀᴇᴋ Jᴀʏ Gᴏᴍᴇᴢ~Cʀɪᴍᴇ: Aʟᴍᴏsᴛ Eᴠᴇʀʏ Fᴇʟᴏɴʏ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴏᴏᴋ☚
He looked at the girls as they talked. He sighed and sat up on his bed deciding to so some pull ups. There was already a bar in his cell for him to do it with. He sighed and lifted himself up easily. One. Two. Three.....some time later, he was already at 100. He dropped down to the floor and started doing push ups.

☠Kɪᴍᴀʀᴀ Aᴅᴅɪsᴏɴ Sᴍɪᴛʜ~Dᴇᴀᴛʜ Lɪᴘs Sᴇʀɪᴀʟ Kɪʟʟᴇʀ☠
She sighed again. Although, she heard someone move other than the two weird girls. She looked over. Hm. Someone that was actually cute here. She smiled at him but didn't attempt to move. "Hey, why don't you guys just shut up." She said to the girls. "I hate women." She muttered to herself. She sighed and lied back in her little cell bed. "Oh, these colors are atrotious." She said looking down at her orange jumpsuit. She unbuttoned it and let the sleeves slide off her shoulders. She wore them as pants. Large orange sweatpants. Her sports bra covered her chest. She sighed and decided to work out. Doing some crunches.

[twinArisen]

Emerald shook her head. Having learned about what people do in jail all the time, she just turned and did the exact opposite by smiling. .3.

[ѕнαdy]

Colt Weston ☢ 26 ☢ Male ☢ "Peacemaker"
In his cell, Colt began to work out, just as he had before. The jumpsuits were horrid, and he had a nice pair of boxers underneath, so he slipped the outer clothes off, beginning to work out. As he did his first curl all of his muscles bunched and expanded, showing off his strength. Two hundred ninety-nine curls later he had barely broken a sweat. From there he moved onto push-ups. After five hundred of those he stopped, sitting down and watching everything around him.

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☛Dᴇʀᴇᴋ Jᴀʏ Gᴏᴍᴇᴢ~Cʀɪᴍᴇ: Aʟᴍᴏsᴛ Eᴠᴇʀʏ Fᴇʟᴏɴʏ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴏᴏᴋ☚
He looked at the girl as she commented on some other guys workout. He sighed shaking his head. "What's a pretty girl like you doing in here?" He asked her with an appeasing smile. The girl huffed at him. "I've killed too many men. They finally caught me because I was attracted to one of the FBI guys. Have you heard of me? I'm Death Lips." She told him.

☠Kɪᴍᴀʀᴀ Aᴅᴅɪsᴏɴ Sᴍɪᴛʜ~Dᴇᴀᴛʜ Lɪᴘs Sᴇʀɪᴀʟ Kɪʟʟᴇʀ☠
She looked at the guy as he worked out. It made her look terrible. She frowned and crossed her arms over her chest loosely. She ran her fingers through her messy hair and sighed. "That's not fair." She said to him sitting near the bars of the cell criss cross apple sauce.