FMA Prision

[sweetdaddymustang]

This is a MAXIMUM SECTURITY FACILITY. In here there is no escape, no hope, no forgiveness. You can be an inmate,guard,wardden(only one person can be them), suitcasser(you don't want to know what that means),or a pathetic drunkard who burnt down a house and was sent to jail for three months and shaved your head and your marrage fell apart and your daughter hates you and you just want to jump off the nearist f***ing building. Oh wait thats me.
Anyways enjoy. this is not a seprated sex prision, chicks and dudes in the same building.
Theres a gym,caffiteria,cells,secret escape tunnels that never get anywhere, and a warren office, an office for the police, and a security cameria room.

[armstrong]

Armstrong burst into the warden's office(mustang, YOU be the warden XP) as he saluted him. "Good morning sir, nice day we have today isnt it?" he said, the area near his eyes sparkling its usual sparkle as he smiled from under his big handlebar blonde mustache, his guard uniform showing a few ripes in it from his bulging muscles.

[sweetdaddymustang]

WARRDEN MUSTANG
"Nice day? Nice day?"he staired out his window into the inmates outside gym. "I come in here every day and deal with the scum of the earth and every single person in here has no respect for the law, when you find that everyone of these inmates is completly reformed or dead, then you can say its a nice day." said the Warrden Mustang

[armstrong]

Armstrong kept a serious face, sighing inside to himself. "Yes, you have a good point sir" said Armstrong also looking over and seeing two inmates fighting. "Well, guess im off to break this up" said Armstrong as he dissapeared out of the office, as he could be seen outside fighting a group of inmates at once.

[AG]

((Can we use Alchemy in this world?))

Ed in the gym for his daily runs. He was pissed as hell that he was framed and was now in Prison. What the hell? he thought to himself as he stared at all the other inmates that surrounded him. That was one mean practical joke Winry played on me! He continued in thought.

[daphintersting]

((lol I want to join. I dunno if Sheska character will fit well as an inmate. But lets see...))

Sheska was seated in the cafeteria of the prison, not eating, but reading up on some literature, which was a pretty thick heavy stack book she had carried around with her, practically every where she went.

She was not of course at all fond of the facility she was in. But she knew in turn, that she had also done something against the law to put her in there...

"Hmm...It's just not fair..." She mumbled out to herself, but no second later gets intrigued into the book. "How cool..."

[carduus]

ARCHER

He sat huddled up in the corner of the cell. The fluorescent light flicket on and off. He was constantly muttering something, rubbing desperately on the dirtied sleeves of his inmate outfit - trying to crumble off the dirt. The dirt... THE DIRT! EVERYWHEREEEEE!

He cried out in frustration, slamming the back of his shaved head on the wall behind him.

He was a war criminal. "So what?!" He shouted. "If you want peace, prepare war! WAR! You amateurs don't even comprehend what WAR is!"

He felt drained, he sat there in that dirty cell with flashing light. Powerless - humiliated. He bit his lip, left his head to roll back and groaned, convincing himself that it was not in defeat. No, he can't give them such satisfaction.

[sweetdaddymustang]

(No Alchemy, cause you could just blow through the walls and get out)

[Scar]

The inmate, only known by the scar on his face, was in his cell, praying. Praying for forgiveness. As he did every day. He had never meant for it to happen. He had only wanted to get rid of those evil government bastards ruining the country, and yet innocents, the very ones who's lives he had tried to improve, were hurt and even killed. The children, the ones dead, the ones clinging to their dead parents, and the ones unable to find their loved ones. The women, seperated from their children and husbands, the men who had lost their families. No, he had never wanted that to happen. But it had. And that was why he was here.

They hadn't caught and subdued him. No. He was far too resourceful for that. Instead, he had come to them, and had demanded his punishment. So here he was, rotting in this hell for his sins, with nothing to await but death, with nothing to do but pray for the salvation he knew he didn't deserve.

The prisoner slowly unfolded his hands and opened his eyes. He wondered if the warden had recieved his request for a Bible and a cross. He wondered if the warden would even look at it. He wondered if anyone would ever care for the request of a nameless terrorist. For that was what he was. Nothing but a terrorist, one who did not even deserve a name.

[silverviper2134]

Martel sat on her cot bored out of her mind. It was hell here, that was all there was to it. Of course it was her own fault she was sent here. Shouldn't have tried to stab that damned bastard Kimblee....

[sweetdaddymustang]

A cart of prisioner requests came into Warrden Mustangs office, he slowly pushed it over to the side wall and opened a small door in the wall, he tilted the cart of the requests into the doorway as flames shot upwards. "AHH, those prisioner requests have single handedly keep this prision furnus running for months." he noticed then he had dropped a few on the ground, he decided to read them. "More toliet paper in the mens bathroom." he thought "Hmm, naw" he opened the next one. "Lquid soap so we don't have to pick it up when we drop it. PLEASE!!!!" he thought to himself again, "HAHAHA, hell no.". whats this one, he opened it "A bible and cross." he had to really think on this one "Hmm, doesen't seem like I shoulden't, I belive in the good book. Anyone here I need a bible taken to cell number...B...7...WOW THATS THE WORST OF THE WORST, HELL ON EARTH DOWN THERE.oh well, at least I aint going down there. Hello." he called out to anyone there.

[dante]

((I'll be keeping Dante and Lyra separate for this RP.))

GUARD LYRA

"Yes, warden sir? Is there anything I can do for you?" came Lyra's pleasant voice as she walked into his office and gave a salute. Having just been hired a few days before, the sycophantic girl was intent on getting on Mustang's good side by doing whatever she could for him.

[sweetdaddymustang]

"Yes Lyra, take one of the bibles we do not use down to cell number B7, inmate 22193. Can you do that?" he sat in his leather office chair.

[dante]

"Yes sir!" Lyra responded with another salute before leaving the room and grabbing a spare Bible from the storage room.

Believing the inmate in the room she was heading to was nothing more than an ordinary prisoner, she felt no dread or anxiety as she headed down to Scar's prison cell. Lyra stopped in front of it and knocked, unaware that it was within her rights as a guard to just barge in unannounced. "Erm, hello..? I have the Bible you requested."

[Scar]

The prisoner looked to the cell door. So, the warden had granted his request. "Please come in." he called. "I would come to the door, but I'm afraid prisoners are not given cell keys." It was odd that this one didn't just barge in. Most would.

When she walked in, she might realize just who he was. The nameless convict, who's only name was the number branded near the shoulder of his right arm and the scar across his face. She might notice his hands and ankles were chained, and the links were shorter than those of the standard cuffs. And most of all, she might notice the foreign tattoo that covered most of his right arm.

[dante]

Lyra pushed open the cell door and stepped inside, and her face paled almost instantaneously at the sight of the frightening convict. Indeed, she had heard much about the infamous scarred man, the nameless criminal who ended many lives and turned himself in for 'atonement.'

Regardless of whatever that man did, she thought, he was still a human being, and judging by those short shackles round his hands and ankles, his stay at the prison wasn't exactly a pleasant one. An existence of misery and atonement... Perhaps a nice smile would brighten up his day - at least a little bit.

Putting on a warm smile, she walked over to him and placed the Bible before him, trusting that he wouldn't make a move against her - not that he could, anyway. "Here you are, sir. Enjoy."

[Scar]

Prisoner 22193 looked at the book laid before him, as if suspecting it to vanish at any moment. Slowly, with trembling hands, he picked up the book, as if it were a newborn child. "..Thank you." he said softly as he turned the pages of the Blessed Word.

[dante]

Suspecting that he'd like to be alone with the book, Lyra flashed him a kind smile and left him, closing the door behind her. "What a pleasant, well-mannered man," she said to herself as she headed back to her station.

[kizuatonamida]

((Just suppose that the inmates share cells, like say 2-4 per cell? Hmm?))

Zolf Kimblee stared irritatedly at the broken down Frank Archer. Hmpf. And people called him insane. A shame his tatoos were removed... otherwise he could've easily silenced the annoyance by now. The alchemist blamed it all on Martel, of course. Damn freak.

Archer had other uses though... "Frank, shut the hell up already."

[carduus]

He focused on Zolf and didn't utter a world. It was a hard gaze - better than tears. Hate was always better than pity. Frank hated pity. It made one feel like... like somebody had power over you and you couldn't fight them back on this. Hate was different, if somebody hated you, it positioned you above them. That felt great.

He glared at Zolf, lips pressed into a thin line.