FMA Prision

[kizuatonamida]

The alchemist glared back, gold eyes narrowing to a point.

"Frank, stop that. You're acting like a child," said Zolf simply, getting up slowly from his seat, making his way to where Frank sat stiffly like a statue. "Do you remember how long I sat alone in Solitary Confinement? Much longer than you. I was able to keep my wits for that entire time. And, here you are, freaking out over some dirt." Zolf growled deep from his throat. "Show some respect for yourself. This is where you live now, and it's probably gonna be where you die too. Get over it."

Zolf picked Frank from the ground, shoving him up against the wall and sneering in his face.

[emelie]

Wrath was wandering around like normal causing mischief and spying on the other inmates. He had finally been caught and put in jail for his many attemps to take Ed's arm and leg but being so young they didn't put him under much security figuring what can a little kid like him do.
He walked up to Archer's/ Kimblee's cells and saw them fighting. I bet I can tell the guards and get them in trouble. "Oh guards, someones fighting!" He yelled to one of the guards on duty. ((Someone play the guard))

[Scar]

((OOC:I think this is supposed to be an alternate deminsion, guys..))

[carduus]

"I almost had it all under my control! What were you confined for? Just blasting people out of your way? Did you never aim higher?! It's not about how many you kill - it's about how you use their corpses to pave your way up! But that's hardly a point you would muse over, weapon of mass destruction!"

He pushed from the wall and walked to the side, pushing roughly past Kimblee.

In a low, dark voice: "You have no wits to loose. But my dream just dissolved into oblivion"

[emelie]

scar said:

((OOC:I think this is supposed to be an alternate deminsion, guys..))

What do you mean?

[Scar]

((As in there is no transmutation circles or anything. No existance of alchemy.)

[androgynos]

Frank went to the bunk on the other side of the room and sat there. It was barely wider than a coffin...then he realized that that's precisely what it would end up being. He glared at Kimblee across the cell. Ingrate! After all I've done! after all I went through! Why if it weren't for me, he would have still been down in the dirt with the dogs! Well, this was actually slightly worse than that, but STILL! He knew he'd have to play his cards right. This was Kimblees territory and he knew it. That gave him an edge. Well, I'll just have to play my cards close to my chest, that's all. The ace up his sleeve was this one piece of knowlege: That he knew the best way to destroy one's enemy

[kizuatonamida]

Kimblee scoffed. A dream dissolved into oblivion? And just whose fault was that? Certainly not Zolf's, because without him, there would be no dream to start with! Archer needed a weapon, and so Kimblee became that weapon. In exchange for his freedom. But, alas, here he was, the Crimson alchemist once again incarcerated in a hell hole. Truely, Archer was infuriating.

At least he had company, granted Archer wasn't the best person to talk to at this time. Put him in a dump like this, stripped of his rank, and he just freaks out. So predictable. Gold eyes traversed up and down the length of Frank's bod, not really staring but lost in a thought. Liesurely strolling over to Frank, sitting back on his hind legs, he growled through gritted teeth, "What would you have me do? Dig us out of here with a spoon, and then the military will just welcome you back with open arms?"

[androgynos]

"Oh, could you, please?" Frank replied sarcastically, irritated. He noticed Kimblee looking at him, sort of strange far-off look in his eyes. It suddenly felt uncomfortable and silent. Archer ran his hand absently over his shaved head, feeling naked. Too bad, he thought, my hair wasn't that long, but Kimblee had had really nice, long black hair...Archer stops the thought midway and shakes his head free of the thought.

[carduus]

(Okie now. Me throw Tucker in then ^__^. He's not a chimera... I understand the chimera bit in the course of character developement... but I am not THAt fond of this form... so, since we can choose here, I drop in him as he is.)

There is a third inhabitant of the cell. He sleeps on the topmost bunk and spends his time sitting there, close to the ceilling, in the shadows, looking as if he was waiting for something. And he is. He is waiting for something to happen, so he can get out and work on his life's project - to get his family back. Something will happen. It always does.

He has no need to comunicate with the others, so he just sits and waits and listens.

[Scar]

Prisoner 22193 was reading his Bible when the door to his cell opened. As the large man glanced to the door, he saw that it was two gaurds. He then looked back to his book. "Mealtime already?" he inquired as he turned the page. It felt a little early for them to be feeding him.

"No. Your ass is going up." one of the gaurds retorted. "Even psycho's like you have to get out every once and a while, apparantly." he jeered as he stepped forward with a chain. He knelt down and fastened it around the prisoners neck like a leach, then stood. "Now come on."

The prisoner nodded as he closed his bible and set it down before standing and allowing himself to be led out of his cell like a beast.

[dante]

DANTE

Click, click, click.

So was the sound of the old woman's heels clicking against the dirty concrete that paved the hallway. Though it was a seemingly insignificant sound to outsiders, it signified so much more to those who had been around long enough to know - it meant that the old witch herself was making her rounds.

Her lips were pursed into the usual frown, expression blank and stoic. But her facial blankess betrayed the annoyance burning within her. The noise could be heard all across the entire damn floor! Apparently the sedatives she had given those belligerent fools an hour before weren't strong enough, so she took it upon herself to arm herself with the strongest the infirmary had in stock this time.

She came to an abrupt halt in front of the cell belonging to those three quarrelsome psychopaths. She cast a glance to each guard standing at her side, and they both kicked the cell door open in response.

"I thought I got the point across an hour ago, gentlemen," she reproved the trio in her strained, yet surprisingly sharp and powerful voice, dark brown eyes flickering over each of the three convicts, "but apparently I was mistaken. It looks like you all need more medication, and a well-deserved thrashing for good measure. "

[androgynos]

Oh great, the bitch is back, Archer thought wearily. And just when things were starting to get interesting. God knows it's boring enough around here. A good domestic quarrel always livened things up.

"Well, well, well," Archer replied sarcastically, "It's Florence Nightingale come to sing us a lullaby. Why dont you give us some good stuff. Manic depressive boy here," pointing to Kimblee, "needs some valium, and I certainly wouldn't complain if I had some Vicodin." Yeah, that would work. A nice lethal dose for a permanent lullaby.

[silverviper2134]

Martel pulled a needle out of her mattress and sliced the thin sheet with it. This was the only entertainment she could get. They had taken away her knife when they locked her in here.

[dante]

"Be mindful that I am the only one here who decides what drugs are administered, dear," she admonished in the same tone, showing no outward reaction to his little 'Florence Nightingale' quip. After all, she shouldn't get upset over the insults of some convict. He was a worthless burden of society, undeserving of any human rights or respect, and she was a hard-working, accomplished pharmacist.

Though she did admire that he had the cahones to stand up to her. But regardless of whether or not she admired his defiant spirit, he wouldn't escape punishment. Dark eyes drifted over to the guard standing on her right, giving a quickly understood signal. The heavy-set guard stomped over to the war criminal and kicked him square in the side, then pulled him up by the collar.

"You will talk when we say you talk, piss when we say you piss, and shit when we say you shit! You got that, ya disgusting little mother****ing maggot!?" shouted the large man as he socked the pale man right in the face and hocked a loogie in it right after. The other guard, meanwhile, had gotten to preparing the medicines on a metallic cart he had pushed in .

[silverviper2134]

The sounds of the shouts interested Martel slightly. Pushing the needle back into the mattress, being sure it was hidden from view, she stepped a little closer to the bars of her cell.

[androgynos]

((martel, are you the fourth inhabitant of the cell or a different cell))

[silverviper2134]

((I'm in a different cell. Putting Kimblee and Martel together would be the stupidest thing ever.))

[androgynos]

silverviper2134 said:

((I'm in a different cell. Putting Kimblee and Martel together would be the stupidest thing ever.))

((Whew, i was hoping so. I was getting ready to protect my 'sweetheart ))

[silverviper2134]

((ACK! Yaoi!))

Suddenly Martel wondered why she was in here. Sure she'd tried to kill Kimblee, but that should have gotten her a medal, not imprisionment. Maybe it was because she had illegially handled poisoness reptiles, then used the venom in her own.....twisted plans.