ʟᴏᴄᴋᴡᴏᴏᴅ ʀᴇғᴏʀᴍᴀᴛᴏʀʏ - closed

[The Sea]

Finn; The Square

"Yes, I'm Finn." He said, flicking his hair out of his eyes. "I'm guessing you want to see your cell?" Not waiting for a response, he turned on his heel, heading towards D wing. Glancing over his shoulder, he called back, "What power got you shipped off here?"

[xiao.]

Addie; Cell B-102

Plopping down on the cot that didn't seem to belong to anyone, she sighed and let her head rest on the concrete wall behind her. "Thanks." she said slowly, surveying the small room. Two cots, each with a thin grey blanket, and that seemed to be it. Grabbing the hairtie she had been given when she she entered the prison, she plaited her hair. It was probably best to keep it tied up, since she had a feeling she wouldn't have access to a hairbrush anytime soon. "How long have you been here?' She asked awkwardly, attempting to make small talk.

Roman Atwood || cell b-102

Roman nodded and didn't say anything. He sighed and went into the corner, leaning against the wall wuth his arms folded over his chest. Six years I've been here. Six long years." he muttered, closing his eyes. "So, what did you do that made you end up in this place?"

Bane Rollins || square

Bane was a little mad that he didn't get a new fish to mess with in his cell. He rolled his eyes and started making his way through the crowd. People moved out of his way and he smirked as he stalked to his cell.

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Addie; Cell B-102

"I wish I could say something interesting, like I blew a car up." Addie said, not entirely joking. "But no, I get arrested for hitting some idiotic cop and protesting arrest." She swung her legs up onto her cot, crisscrossing them.

[X_x_COPY_x_X]

Cally Choco

Cally was in the Cafeteria. She sitting at an empty table. Was holding a small calico cat plushie. she was saying stuff quietly to it.

[kay]

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⊱Z O E L L A⊰

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gender ;; female
age ;; seventeen
mood ;; confused, scared
where ;; square
with ;; ...

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maybe it is not always about trying
to fix broken mirrors. maybe it is
about starting over and
creating something better.

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zoelle didn't move after the brown haired boy at first, as she wanted to reply first, but then she started rushing forwards, when she saw that man had already walked quite a steps away from her. when girl finally caught to the finn, she was already gasping for a breath. he sure goes fast. it was only thing that came into her mind when she started moving next to him. then she heard the question the about-half-of-foot taller guy had asked and she though for a moment until she was ready to answer. "healing. i think." she said wondering about how such a good thing could get her here. then zoe shrugged and added her other power to the list. "and acoustikineis, i suppose." the girl squeezed out, using the actual scientific name of her ability. she tried to sound carefree and calm, however her voice came out more like a scared kitten meowing.

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Finn; Cell D-302

"Ah. So you have fairly benign ones then." The wide hallway they were striding down had concrete walls, lined with heavy metal doors that led to cells; the small squares of scratched glass near the top of the doors occasionally showing a glimpse of the cells inmates. The fluorescent lighting cast harsh shadows. Passing a pair of double doors, Finn gestured at them, "That's the laundromat, you might have the opportunity to wash your clothes maybe once every two weeks or so?" He picked at a stray thread on his grey pants, boots thunking on the concrete floor. "And this is my cell, though technically it's now ours." He frowned slightly, tugging on the handle of the thick metal door. Opening the door, he gestured for Zoella to go in.

[kay]

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⊱Z O E L L A⊰

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gender ;; female
age ;; seventeen
mood ;; confused, scared
where ;; square
with ;; ...

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❝

maybe it is not always about trying
to fix broken mirrors. maybe it is
about starting over and
creating something better.

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after the comment flinn had gave about her, zoelle kept walking quietly following the man. from the time to time she gazed from the floor to him, just to make sure she was still following to the right direction he was leading too. however her mind was still in different time and place. she saw her friend gasping for a breath and looking straight forwards, she remembered the boys blank vacant eyes, when he let out the last breath. it was hurtful to even think about. then she returned to reality, looking as the flinn opened the doors for her and waited for her to go in as she did a second later. her eyes went around the room, before she turned back to flinn. "if i may ask, how long have you been here?" she asked, pulling her hand closer to herself making a single cross of them in middle of chest.

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Finn; Cell D-302

A small rueful smile crossed his lips, and he replied, "Three years. I got here when I was 14." He moved to sit down on his cot, leaning his head back onto the concrete wall. The small cell was sparsely decorated, a single strip of fluorescent lighting hanging from the ceiling. Two narrow cots were at opposite ends of the cell, each with a thin scratchy grey blanket and cheap pillow. Finn had covered the walls in charcoal sketches, of cityscapes and human features, and some strange hybrids of the two. The precious charcoal that had been used for the sketches was hidden in the crack between the bolted down cot and the wall.

[kay]

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⊱Z O E L L A⊰

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gender ;; female
age ;; seventeen
mood ;; confused, scared
where ;; square
with ;; ...

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❝

maybe it is not always about trying
to fix broken mirrors. maybe it is
about starting over and
creating something better.

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girls face clearly showed surprise when her eyes went on the sketches on the walls, however it changed when she looked down at the cots, which seemed quite a cheep and poor. "did you do that," she asked at first, frowning at the drawings, before glancing back on the Flinn and she studied him more carefully.


[wb]

[The Sea]

Finn; Cell D-302

Scratching his head, a small sheepish smile on his face, he admitted, "Uh yeah. There isn't much else to do here, and the wardens seem to turn a blind eye to it." Gesturing to the opposite side of the room, "I can wash off the ones on your side of the room if you want; You probably don't want them"