Ƀᴙake for Fᴙeedom: Juve RP {Semi-Lit}CLOSED

[Probably A Lion]

((Getting my wrist brace off tommarow. So ill actually be able to type without taking forever xD And actual real posts i shall be posting :] ))

[Haagen-Daagen]

(Thanks! X])
Zane smirked to himself as he stood, his arms outstretched, as the two police officer's searched him for weapons. A third stood, watching him closely, his hand on the pistol attached to his holster. Zane watched him back, his eyes flickering in amusement at the officer's defensive stance. Once the officers had completed their search of him, they re-handcuffed him and pushed him towards the door. Zane sighed. He'd been through this before. He'd learned to just go along with it.It was a whole lot better than getting tazed, mased, or shot. Not one of those occurances are pleasant, no matter how tough you might be. They took him into a room with nothing but a table and a couple chairs inside. One of the officers growled in his ear,"Don't try anything.", and removed his handcuffs. Zane flexed his hands and snickered,"That's a whole lot better, I was gettin' kinda sore." The officers skowled at him. One tossed him an orange suit and said testily,"Put on your uniform." Zane smirked as he caught it and replied,"Yeah, I don't wear orange. I'm a Georgia Bulldogs fan, not Florida Gators." The officer snapped,"Put it on." Zane rolled his eyes. "Fine.."he muttered under his breath. He took off his hat just long enough to change into his new uniform before sticking back on his head. He looked distastefully at the bright orange outift he wore, just as he always did when he was arrested and had to wear similar outfits. The officers then took him down to his cell. Just before leaving, they took his hat, saying with a smirk,"No personal belongings allowed." Zane stared at them, his dusty brown eyes blazing in fury, his muscles tense and twitching in anger. He wanted so badly to just attack them and get his hat back, but as he watched them handle their weapons, he took a breath and tried to control himself. The officers just laughed and left him, twirling his hat around their fingers. Zane cussed violently as they left, wishing there was something he could throw in order to get rid of some of his anger. He decided after a short while of enraged pacing that he'd go for a walk around the common area, try to cool off. His paroll officers had told him he'd be put in solitary confinement if he didn't control his temper, but he didn't bother to think about that. He headed out to the common area, absentmindedly running his hands through his hair and trying to keep people from seeing it. Dang he missed his hat..

[Tossing Spades]

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҂ "Ҫ u я s ɛ" ҂ R a y ҂ P i k k e ҂


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{{ "They say I'm just a stupid kid, just a crazy radical,
Rock and roll is dead I probably should've stayed in school,
Another generation X who somehow slipped up through the crack,
They'd love to see me fall but I'm already on my back" }}

A sharp shove from behind her by her wrists no longer jolter her as it used to when she'd first arrived. "Keep moving, Pikke." A sneer comment sounded from behind her from the guard that pushed her by her cuffed wrists towards the common area. Her head was slightly forward to their destination, loose hairs fell to her face as they walked towards the door. Cutting through a room, the guards that lingered all made the attempt to causally turn away, avoiding eye contact. A crooked smirk played on her lips. Even they feared her. Pulling her to a stop, the guard kept a firm grip on her as he opened the solid door to the common room where the rest of the inmates had been let out to. There were only a few inmates that were escorted, and those were the ones who arrived last, just so they could always be sure they were 'under control.' "Play nice, Pikke." He growled, pushing her in and unlocking the cuffs.
After the door closed behind her she rubbed her wrists, then lifted her head and pushed the dark loose strands of hair from her face. Standing taller, she breathed in slowly, observing the room as she scanned. Sharp was automatically spotted.

{{ "Now I know I'm not a saint, I been a sinner all my life
I ain't tryin' to hide my flaws, I'd rather keep them in the light
They wanna criticize, scrutinize, cast another stone
Burn me at the stake and sit and watch it from the throne"}}

Walking with her head high, Curse crossed the bland room to Sharp with a her crooked smirk."I hear we got some new dogs." She greeted him, stopping near him with her arms crossed. Scanning the room she snorted. "Looks to me they all got their tails between their legs."

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♠ "S e v e n" ♠ D a n e ♠ M a r c h ♠


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{{ "I've got my back against the wall
But I can still hear the blue sky call
The chains that hold me back inside
Are the prisons of my mind" }}

Approaching Sharp and Curse just as he'd entered, his wrists were red from the tight cuffs he'd just been released from. Seven looked up at Curse, then to Sharp in a silent greeting through his dark hair. Immediately, Curse had his attention at newbies. The news of newbies was always good. Meant something new. Something interesting. Chuckling darkly, Seven turned around and locked his eyes on one particular kid who looked like she was about to melt. "Oh. Fresh meat." He cooed, his tattooed lips curling up in a twisted smile, the teeth of the skull pulling up as he did so. "This should get interesting real fast. Which ones do you think are going to take title of alpha?" Seven challenged his two friends, turning his back to them and observing each of them closely. It wasn't hard to point out a newbie. There were always two types of newbies: one, the alpha wannabe. This one walked around with head held high, shoulder back, a stern look and all alone, with the ego that made them think they were going to just magically gain the label as top dog. Then, there was the omega. The one that was completely alone, but instead this one did their best to be invisible. This type would try to get through this whole thing without causing a trouble in the world, being alone, and keeping thoughts to themselves. This one was easy to walk all over, but never any fun.

{{ Free, come set me free, down on my knees
I still believe you can save me from me
Come set me free, come set me free
Inside this shell there's a prison cell"}}

It was all the same, but always new ones. The one thing he was always for sure about - they all break.

[Haagen-Daagen]

As Zane headed through the common area, he glanced at all the other people he passed. He'd study them for a short while, try to decipher the reasons they were there. Were they thieves? Gang members? Maybe they killed some innocent person out of rage, like he had.. Zane sighed, rolling his eyes at himself. He was making himself feel guilty, and he didn't even know why. "That guy was askin' for it.."he muttered under his breath, although he wasn't sure whether his reasoning was entirely correct. He glanced around at the others again, trying to clear his mind of all the things that had caused him to wind up here. His eyes fell upon a small group of people, and he raised an eyebrow. He studied one of them as he leaned back against the wall. He watched the one who's face was tattoed to look like a skull. Zane couldn't help but laugh to himself. He didn't have any idea why anyone would do that to themselves. "Looks like he got his face painted for Halloween and never washed it off.."he said to himself with a faint grin. He figured people might find him kinda weird for talking to himself so much, but he didn't really care.

[Shellpepper]

#1221
Jay drew a deep breath and lifted her chin. Though still trying to be inconspicuous, the last thing she wanted was to seem weak to any of these people. Some guy with a tattoo-covered face walked in and Meg watched him in the most descrete way she could. What an amazing tat. She wished she'd thought of doing something like that. Jim hadn't even seen the bird cage on her back before she'd been arrested, but what would he have said if she'd done something like that boy had done to her own face? The image of his face, beet red with blood shot eyes, flashed through her mind and she smiled. She turned away from the boy, trying to hide her grin. He seemed tough; she didn't know that she wanted any attention from him, like if he thought she was smiling at him...

Kaitlyn looked over. “They havnt decided yet, it could be anywhere from 5 years for arson to Life for murder, they don’t care.” She said, thick Irish accent clear as day. She ran her hand through her hair thinking, honey colored eyes passing through her hair as she finger-combed it. She normally wasnt one to talk to people, but for once was extremely glad to have someone to talk too. Resting her hand on the table infrotn of her she shook her hair behind her, fingers lightly tapping on the cold metal surface. As she looked over at the boy she noticed certain features about him, his dark hair, and brown eyes. Un-common from where she was, where most people where normally extremely pale skinned and ginger or blonde. She quickly looked away and down to her hands, the place where the cuffs had rested now lined with dark red marks from how much she was twisted in them.

#1131
Luke's interest was caught by the mention of arson. "Arson? Well, that's right up my ally," he said. "If they knew about half of the stuff I've burned or helped burn I'd be in here for a lot more than a year. Nice thing about being a minor, I guess." He looked her over again, then did a quick scan of the room. Everybody was wearing their bests, that's for sure. "Murder, though," he continued. "Well, I have to hear what that's all about..."

[Shellpepper]

... small group of people, and he raised an eyebrow. He studied one of them as he leaned back against the wall. He watched the one who's face was tattoed to look like a skull. Zane couldn't help but laugh to himself. He didn't have any idea why anyone would do that to themselves. "Looks like he got his face painted for Halloween and never washed it off.."he said to himself with a faint grin. He figured people might find him kinda weird for talking to himself so much, but he didn't really care.

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Rye watched some guy walk around, talking to himself. "Yeah, you tell him, big guy," he said irritably, loud enough for Zane to hear. He stood up straighter, leaning only one shoulder on the wall. "Actually," he said sarcastically, as if the thought had just occured to him, "that's a great idea! Why don't you tell him that?" He looked over at the other three who'd been ruling the roost for as long as Rye had been a frequent flier here at the ol' Juve Facility. He shouldn't be picking fights, but, honestly, he was facing a potential life sentence anyway, why not make the most of it?

[Haagen-Daagen]

Zane paused as he heard the boy speaking. He eyed him in annoyance, his eyes flickering like flames as he heard the sarcastic tint to his voice. "And who're you?"he asked him, his thick southern accent flowing naturally through his words. Zane looked him over with a raised eyebrow. He stepped away from the wall he'd be leaning against. Running a hand absentmindedly through his untidy brown hair, he studied the boy who had spoken. He was interested to find out how this place was "ruled", so to speak. He was curious as to who the "leaders" were. He didn't think this guy was one of them, but figured he could find out from him.

[Shellpepper]

#1079
Rye sighed as if bored though he watched Zane with fiery eyes, clearly wanting a response he could really react to. "As far as who I am, I'm the mid-level corner guy. People don't usually mess with me because I know who not to mess with and Skully there- common name: Seven- is one guy you don't mess with. But you? You're a southerner, ain'tcha? If I was looking to pick a fight, which I haven't quite decided on just yet, I might say something like, where's your hat, brumby?" He wanted to hit somebody, and his plan ammounted to this: if this guy didn't respond somebody else would. Locked in a box with a bunch of hot headed teens, the story of Rye's life, and probably most of his future at this rate. On that train of thought, he said, "but, fair warning, the last guy who messed with me is why I'm in here, and unless he makes it somehow in the next couple days, he's the reason I'm gonna spend the rest of my life in here." Some life I got myself into, huh?

[cub;]

Dakota

Smoke cursed under her breath. The whole group had gathered and could possibly be singling her out. She sighed and pulled her up into a messy bun. She was tired of it getting in the way and needed to focus on her surroundings. Curse, Seven, and Sharp were looking daggers at everyone. She could not help to think they were planning something. Smoke was not much a newbie though, she had been to numerous prisons from many different reasons before. She let out another long breath and turned over her wrist. Observing her tattoo she had gotten awhile ago. "Catch Me If You Can" it read. "Well you did" she thought. smoke held her head up again watching the group and the newbies carefully. She needed to watch her back.

[lucky.]

[size=85]Coleryn looked around the familiar jail as two officers pushed her inside. She smirked as she knew the next procedures that would continue possibly a tease her her witty and sarcastic attitude, and some one things that would not be fun. Coleryn had gotten in jail this time for beating someone who had now broken bones and a broken collarbone. She looked around and spotted others as Zane and Rye being shoved and checked. She was walked into the mug shot room. She gave her sorry look and "snap" the picture was taken.She was taken into the room where they annoyed the living sh*t out of you and asked you question. She hated this part the most. She could handle the food, the people, but not the questions it hurt her mind so she usually gave up answering them and soon they would leave her alone. [/size]


{Sorry very short I know is this where I can start or is there some other place I should start at?}