▮Montgomery Gate Penitentiary▮ (OPEN 2 females 4 males)

[DistructionCahill!]

((OOC: I will consider it, but since I tend to be busy with other things, I might not.

Nevermind about the reserve thing.))

[amithethird]

(I think we're going to go ahead and start. It's been about half an hour since the power failed. All the regular cell blocks have been liberated and there's fighting everywhere as officers try to take control. Prisoners, you'll all be meeting in the warehouse that is controlled by prisoners and forming your group. It's ok if characters knew each other before the break out. It'll make it more believable that they want to band together. Officers, you're all in security HQ trying to come up with a plan to contain the chaos and get the power up again. Everyone should review the information pages, especially the news page, so get a full understanding of the state of the prison. Once things get rolling, situations will change and I'll probably throw random events into the mix to keep things interesting. Here we go!)

Rebecca Henry
Officer : The Officer Worker : 25

It didn't take long for everything to go to hell. With the power down and most security protocols deactivated, it didn't take long for the prisoners to get out. Rebecca saw it all, right up until the auxiliary power cut out as well and all the monitors - their only safe view into the chaos outside - all blinked out at once. Now she swung around a flashlight and barked orders at her team of officers responsible for camera monitoring. No one knew what to do. Everyone was scared.
"Ok, ok! Everyone quiet down!"
Slowly the confused and angry voices died down.
"This is disgraceful. All of you acting like civilians. Pull yourselves together! We have an emergency that needs to be taken care of, and nothing is going to get done if all of you are panicking! With auxiliary down, there's not much we can do. I need to meet with the senior officers, but until then I need all of you to get to the safe rooms and wait for further instructions. Now get moving!" she said.
Slowly the group began filing out of the security offices. Becca sighed. She understood their frustration. They were in charge of telling everyone what was going on out there, but now their eyes had been gouged out, and no amount of tampering with the equipment could get them working again. They had no choice but the wait. Rebecca grabbed some extra batteries for her flashlight and started heading towards the conference room where all the department heads would no doubt be gathering to try and come up with a plan.

Castor Fairfield
Prisoner : The Arson : 21

Every prisoner fantasizes about a jailbreak, but never in his wildest dreams had Castor imagined it would be this dramatic. This chaotic. It was beautiful. Better than any fire. The only thing more uncontrollable than raw flames were raw people. Raw, angry people who had been locked up and powerless for far too long. It was amazing. Castor didn't stay long to bask in the glow, however. Just like fire, people were dangerous when one wasn't prepared. If he was going to survive this, he was going to need a weapon. Word had passed from prisoner to prisoner that one of the supply warehouses had been taken. The officers were more on guard now and were fighting harder to keep the prisoners from taking other buildings, but for now this one warehouse was theirs. Maybe there would be something useful in it. Castor followed a mob of people, a river of orange, through the dark and sounds of shouting and gunfire, towards Warehouse 1.

[Caela]

// So I went ahead and posted the sharpshooter on the same post as Sam's form. I'm going to start roleplaying him but just tell me if anything is wrong and I'll fix it! //

XX✥ Sǟʍǟռȶɦǟ O'Cօռռɛʟʟ ✥

Officer || The Handler
Female || 23

It had not taken the prisoners long to realize that they could escape. Samantha heard them outside,
yelling to each other loudly and fighting amongst themselves to be the first out of the cells they were confined to for so
long.The dogs whined in their cages and pushed against the grated metal doors in attempt to escape their confined cells.
A few of the members of Montgomery Gate's K-9 team scrambled around, trying to calm the terrified animals, but most of
the dog handlers were in a panic and were only making matters worse. Sam fumbled in her pocket for her multi-tool and,
when she had successfully removed it from the pocket, flipped open the small light on it.

"Okay, calm down!" She yelled, shining the light around the room to get the
attention of her subordinates. "Panicing won't do any good. We need to do our best to keep the
dogs from falling into the hands of the prisoners. We can't do that if we're all huddling in a corner of the room, hoping to
be left alone. Doing something about our situation is the only way we can survive this. Now, I'm going to the conference
room to meet with the other senior officers. All of you need to stay here so that the dogs aren't taken - if the prisoners
get a hold of the animals then they can track us should we decide to hide and they could locate traps that would otherwise
be hidden to them."

Sam quickly checked with each of the members of her team to make sure that they were all okay before leaving
the room and walking briskly towards the HQ where the other senior officers were no doubt waiting.

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XX✥ Rօɮɛʀȶ Wɨֆɦǟʀɖ ✥

Officer || The Sharpshooter
27 || Male

Robert was in his apartment when the power went out, leaving him in complete darkness. He
expected auxiliary power to kicked in but it never did. He was stumbling his way to his nightstand where he kept a pistol
and flashlight when he was hit by the ice cold realization that the prisons were no longer contained. They were loose and
all hell was bound to break out. It would be like a bullet shot from a gun - there would be no stopping the deadly force.
Rob pulled his nightstand drawer out with unnecessary force and felt around for the flashlight. His hand closed over it and
he pulled it out while simultaneously turning it on. One of his pistols lay atop the bedstand as always. He seized the weapon
and rushed out of the room, eager to get to the conference room before the situation escalated.

[Maple.]

(Hello there! Wondering if I can reserve the last male prisoner as scout? I'm very interested in this roleplay as it has a unique plot. If possible I'd love to reserve both for now.)

[amithethird]

(Sure. I'll reserve those spots for you. )