☆riverside prison☆ [rp thread]

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  • ☆RIVERSIDE PRISON☆

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    You remember the day you finally got caught. The day they put in cuffs. The day they shoved you in the back of a cop car. The day you went to court. The day you were put in jail. They handed you new clothes and assigned you to your new home for however long you were sentenced. You were handed a new life, a life you didn't want but now must adapt to. Welcome to, Riverside Prison.


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    ☆THE GANGS☆

    There are many gangs within in the prison from small to big but these are the three main ones that are constantly at war. These gangs are also the ones new inmates try to go in to (mostly for the protection).


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    ☆PLOTS☆

    - The main plot of this role play is the falling of the prison and the conflicts of gang vs gang and gang vs guards. Basically just chaos begins erupting within the prison and riots start breaking out as the guards attempt to get the prison back under control

    - It's rumored that there's a tunnel system being dug underneath the prison as a plan of escape

    - A prison riot is rumored to be started soon

    - Prison riots in general

    - Conflict with the guards and prison gangs

    - Conflict between the different prison gangs

    - Natural disasters such as earthquakes or floods

    - Perhaps fire that was created on purpose by an individual inmate or a group

    - Prisoners creating escape plans

    - Various escape attempts

    - Secret fight club perhaps?

    - Dealing with people from the outside


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    ☆CHARACTERS☆

    Males: 9 || Females: 8

    Arkady Mikhailovich "Arkay" Volkov [Male|33|No Gang|Played by -The 3 Timelords-]

    Shayne Holton Pointer [Male|28|No Gang|Played by -The 3 Timelords-]

    Ernel Bayani "EB" Isagani [Male|26|Crimson Coyote Bagger|Played by -The 3 Timelords]

    Shion Son [Male|20|No Gang|Played by mikaela .]

    Cleopatra Natsumi "Cleo" Yamashima [Female|17|No Gang|mackinac.]

    Alexandria Lance Whiterough [Female|22|No Gang|~Nevada~]

    Tully "Tol" Green [Female|21|No Gang|billie.]

    Alyssa Lynn Martin [Female|20|Golden Jackal Consigliere|~Lynn~]

    Charlotte Jae "Charlie" Williams [Female|28|Golden Jackal Underboss|lulumac]

    Dominica Arya "Domi" Flores [Female|25|No Gang|Dracarys]

    Coraline Madelaine "Cora" Frost [Female|19|Golden Jackal Soldier|Raini Sky]

    Howard Lars "Howie" Frost [Male|19|Golden Jackal Capo|Raini Sky]

    Issac Cadence Wesker [Male|17|No Gang|Abyssal.Jynxx]

    Catalina Iris Martinez [Female|21|No Gang|Abyssal.Jynxx]

    Liru "Ruru" Kanayama [Male|19|Golden Jackal Soldier|avntgrde.exe]

    Angel Alfie Smith [Male|18|Golden Jackal Soldier|BlueEyedCat]

    Christopher "Topher" Nelson-Martinez [Male|18|No Gang|Lulumac]


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    ☆THREADS☆

    Sign-Ups Thread: sign-ups

    RP Thread: I'm pretty sure you're in the right spot

    Chat/Plotting Thread: river side prison plot/chat

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    Arkady Mikhailovich "Arkay" Volkov||33-years-old||No Gang

    The sound of the headache-inducing 'alarm' blared over the P.A system of the cell block and throughout the whole entire prison grounds. Arkady only found himself waking up with a jump, not from the blaring noise but from the nightmare that had just came to plague his mind. As he sat up in his bed, Arkady tried to swallow his fear and calm his racing heart. The nightmares he had almost always circled around the same concept of his memories of being beaten and abused by his childhood bullies and they always caused sleepless nights or caused him to wake up in the morning with a racing heart and sweat on his face. With a sigh, he watched as his cell door unlocked and opened and soon enough, the sound of boots came marching in. Arkady slowly got his feet onto the ground and let out a small groan of annoyance as he stood up to leave his cell. After 4 years, the whole schedule of the prison pretty much became second nature to him and he had gotten use to waking up at 6:30 AM every morning and then shuffling into line for a headcount that lasted about 5 or 10 minutes. Trying to clear his head, the Russian made his way out of the cell a bit tiredly. He was still in a slight daze from his nightmare and lack of proper sleep but still continued on with the other inmates with a few guards standing by to make sure they made it to their destination. Arkady watched as one of the guards entered the cell of an inmate who chose to not get up.

    As he left the building to enter the yard, the first thing that struck him was the bright sun that was peeking over the bare brown mountains. Arkady got behind one of the inmates and stood in line with his hands in the pockets of his dark orange pants. Sighing with boredom, he waited as the guards began counting.



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    Shayne Holton "Shay" Pointer||28-years-old||No Gang

    When the alarm sounded to wake all the inmates, Shayne was quick to get up. He was always both a morning and night person which confused some people. The former snowboarder stood up as he waited for the cell door to open and pushed back his hair which was all messed up from being in bed. If there was one thing he missed, it was being able to keep his hair back with gel. However, what he missed the most was snowboarding itself. Skateboarding was also a thing that, Shayne wished he could do. If he had the materials, the Irishman would have loved to build himself a skateboard, but alas, even if he did have the materials, the guards would most likely would have taken the board away. Finally, after a while of waiting, the cell door slid open and Shayne was quick to step out. He watched as the other inmates began exiting their own cells to make their way to the yard for 'role call' which was really just a headcount of the inmates. Shayne watched as the gang members quickly grouped up together and began talking among themselves. If there was one thing he was happy about, it was the fact that he wasn't in any trouble with any of the gangs. He didn't like the idea of joining any of them, either. There wasn't anything special about him. He was just a man who snowboarded for a living who ended up making a very bad decision in life.

    Shayne finally began entering the yard with the welcoming sunrise shining in his eyes.



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    Ernel Bayani "EB" Isagani||25-years-old||Crimson Coyote Bagger

    Ernel felt like he would never get use to that blaring alarm. He didn't care how long he would stay in this prison, he just felt like he would never ever get use to it. It was loud and obnoxious and surely did its job of waking you up. The young man let out an annoyed groan as he opened his eyes. For a while, he just lay there until the cell door opened. He didn't feel like getting yelled at by the guards so he obeyed what the rules were and got up. Ernel then stood up, a bit slowly, and began walking out of the cell. He soon caught sight of some other gang members and was quick to join them. The other gang members welcomed him and the group began talking about some future plans and all that. He was glad to be able to join the, Coyotes. They were a strong gang and they were some good protection. Ernel remembered the day they recruited him. The former hockey player had only been in the prison for barely a month and had already begun to build a reputation for his quick mouth and violent attitude. A Coyote then spotted him and from there, he had been part of the gang. Of course, he couldn't let down such an offer and there was really nothing to complain about.

    Ernel shuffled into a very not straight line with the other gang members.

    (slightly rushed posts because I should be asleep)

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    LIRU "RURU" KANAYAMA

    ❝your screams are as melodic as waltz chords.❞

    19 / 8 months served of 7 years / golden jackals' soldier




    The ear-splitting sounds of the alarm rung, alerting all of the inmates that they should begin to rise. It was a sound that caused the nineteen year old's blood to gently boil with irritation. He was never one to appreciate being woken up, especially not in such an obnoxious manner. Regardless, he was unwilling to face the repercussions of disobeying the dreaded tocsin. Nineteen year old Liru hauled himself up from the somewhat uncomfortable mattress of the bed, the sheets falling from his shoulders landing atop his lap. His body felt heavy with lethargy, although he was aware that it wasn't an excuse to take all of the time he wished for and be late for the 'role call'. He took a fragile appearing hand through a portion of his oddly colored hair, using one of the hair ties around is wrist to put it into a ponytail. He followed suit for the other side as well. He wasn't exactly fond of his hair draping down his back and was rarely ever seen that way, although did occasionally keep his hair out.


    With haste did he exit the bed, tugging at the just slightly off-colored sheets that draped over the bed; doing so in a upwards manner until [the sheets] neatly covered the bed and were nearly free of wrinkles. He parted his lips just slightly and emitted an exhale, quickly turning to exit the cell upon it having opened. He exited the cell in a sluggish manner, as though the languor was causing him to begin lugging his body. He took the open palm of his left hand and balled it up, rubbing at both of his dry eyes. Whilst doing so did his jaws fall apart, causing his mouth to all agape just before he released a heavy—albeit, quiet—yawn. He truly resented the fact for having ever plead guilty and felt as though no one truly understood the love he and Rumi felt for each other. She died knowing love and trust. Wasn't that good? Wasn't that enough? Was he really going to spend a decade in this hellhole for love?


    The swarming thoughts garnered a somewhat heavy exhale to be released through his slim nostrils.


    The orange clothing nineteen year old Liru adorned were quite loose due to his rather thin frame, something that bothered him greatly. It caused him to drag himself across the just slightly polished floors, making sure not to trip over the brightly colored fabric. The collar of both the jumpsuit and white shirt beneath it hung just low enough to expose his clavicles which protruded from beneath his delicate skin of porcelain. The sleeves' length went to just above his knuckles, and the length of the pants draped messily over his ankles (despite his relatively average height of 178 centimeters). The size of the jumpsuit was something he typically ignored, although it was inevitable that it bothered him when he noticed it again. He would frequently notice it for about three or four hours and would revert back to having forgotten about it until the day that followed the next one and the cycle would repeat. It was a continual (and annoying) pattern.


    Regardless, Liru made it into the yard along with the other inmates who had obeyed the alarm (as well as the rules). The male squinted once the rays of the still rising sun made contact with his slightly downturned optics. His gaze fell to the ground beneath them as to avoid his vision becoming obscured by the fervid sun. The sound of the staff counting became audible, to which Liru looked up. However, instead of making eye contact with the guards, the nineteen year old observed the many inmates that stood in a rather crooked row. He soon realized the beside him stood a taller man of Russian descent: Arkady. Liru found Arkady to be quite intimidating, and so attempted not to exchange conversation with him as much as possible. He felt as though if he pissed the Russian off enough, he would be snapped in half by the other's bare hands.


    With that, he turned his gaze back to the guards who were still counting.


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    ❝ BULLSHIT FALLS FROM YOUR MOUTH AS FAST AS SHIT FALLS FROM ASS. ❞

    'You stupid punta!' Alejandro raises a hand to a brunette Latina, who immediately cowers away from the angry man. The dim light of the room flickered, leaving only darkness to aid the helpless damsel against an unlikely foe. 'I told you get me ten pounds of cocaine! This is 8!' The buff man throws himself at the beauty and she quickly shuffles around a table, picking up a screwdriver that was in arms reach. "That is ten pounds idiota! You're fucking wasted, you can't even count right. You told me to get the coke and I did et bastardis!" The woman twirls the screwdriver in one hand, carefully watching as Alejandro stumbles backwards into another table and this time the large tatted man picks up a pound of cocaine, chucking it at the Latina's head. 'You watch your tongue cunt!' He roared, his rage heightened and it was as if he blew smoke of of his nose from the rising heat of the situation. The brunette ducked, weaving out of the way and both of them stood in silence before the woman slams the hand down that held the screwdriver, stripping the wooden table as the weapon is drove into its threshold. "You're a piece of shit Alejandro." The babe stalks toward the door, as she passed by the man she spit in his face, "et putredo in infernum." She'd growl, shoving past him and exiting the room; door slamming behind her.


    Sirens. That's all she could hear now. Instead of silence, it was the drums of war that coaxed her awake. Whence she rolled out of bed, is when she is met with a single male guard in her face. Dominica jumps back, startled by the image of the man whom appeared in front of her. "Wakey, wakey eggs and bakey!" The man hollered in her face, which immediately had her blood boiling. She wasn't a morning person, nor did she enjoy a man spitting in her face trying to wake her up when she had the piercing sounds of alarms to do that for her. The guard grins, taking one hand and caressing her arm lightly and when Dominica draws away the mans face grows stoic and instantly he grabs her up and forcefully drags her in line with the other inmates. The guard leans in to whisper in her ear, "Next time darling, I won't be so nice about it." Dominica yanks his grasp away from him, staring a hole through the guard and once he slithers away she has to bite her tongue in order to stop herself from saying something she'd regret.


    The twenty-five year old damsel breaks free into the sun, finally, after a long walk through corridors and prodded ever-so-slightly to stay in line. Dominica is free at last, or at least she was able to think she was free once the sun melted over the abyss and now consumed her bodice in its undying warmth. She enjoyed the fresh air and allowing the sun to beat down on her flesh, it was relaxing, to say the least. The brunette beauty departs from her group, moving further away from the gangs until she was no longer in ear shot. She would wait for the guards to do a head count, whilst her eyes trailed over each head in the court yard. She knew many people here, considering she's been in jail for nine years now, it seemed only fitting to get too know some stranglers and even a few gang members. Albeit, even though Dominica was offered a few positions in the gangs, she refused them all, simply because she has had enough of gang life. Seeing as though she's been in a gang since she was ten years old, sold her first ounce of cocaine and weed when she was eleven and coordinated her first heist when she was twelve. Dominica had no need for gangs in jail, she figured she's done and seen enough while apart of one her entire life on the streets - that she saw no interest in being one among the ranks.

  • - Alexandria -

    Alexandria laid in her bed for a moment longer as the alarm blared overhead. This new prison had a slightly earlier wake up time and role call than the last. She blinked a few times, clearing the sleep from her eyes and then sat up in the bottom bunk bed. Lex didn't have a cellmate yet so there was no hurry to get out of someones way. Carefully, she stood from the bottom bunk, although she still scraped the top bunk with the top of her scalp. Next she rolled up her sleeves to the a 3/4ths fit (the sleeve rest on her wrist bothered and tickled her). Once Lex was put together mentally and physically, she left the cell.

    Humming a soft classical tune, Alexandria followed the shabby line of inmates to the courtyard. She stood somewhat relaxed, a neutral expression set on her face. She didn't want to earn a reputation yet and would rather lay low while she scoped this place out. So far she gathered there was three gangs in this prison, each one's dynamic completely different. No one would say who holds the power though; it seems they were all pretty much respected around here. Lex let her mind wander as her gaze did too, taking in the ranks of the male inmates and then the female. Some people stood in groups and others were loners.


    //Sorry it's rushed :( Im studying for a chem exam and wanted to get a post out before I forgot. It'll be better next time!

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    Alyssa "Lissy or Al" Martin - Mad Hatter - 20 - Golden Jackals Consigliere


    Alyssa pries open her eyes at the sound of irritating alarms and lets out guttural groan. "Screw you world" She mumbles while pulling a hand out from under her thin blanket and dragging it onto her face. "Shut up" The older girl grunts from the bunk under her and Lissy lets out a sarcastic chuckle. She sits up on her bed and pulls her blanket tightly so it covers her entire bed. She tucks the blanket's edge into the frame of the bed, so it stays if the officers or her cellmate mess with it. She jumps down from her bunk and her foot lands on her cellmate's. The girl lets out an animalistic growl and Alyssa takes notice of the officer who had come to check on the two. "Bye bitch!" She squeals while running out of the cell and ducking under the officer's arm to escape her. She then skips towards the group with a playful grin and lets out a small giggle.

  • original.jpgAngel | 18| GoldenJackles| Soldier


    As usual Angel was up already and sorted everything out cleaning around the cell. Though the noise was very annoying he was starting to get used to it now. An officer told him to hurry up as he was "wasting time yet again!" And though it was in fact true, he had a good reason to be late this time. He lost his knife he made the night before. It was a boring one but was pretty sharp. Not that anyone was gonna get hurt and only made it out of boredom. If the officers find it there definitely would be trouble. Shit! And I thought i could hide stuff like this! I can hide drugs but not a stupid small knife! he thought angrily trying to find it. His mind wemt blank when trying to yhinkthink where it is. "Hurry up!" The officer said in a more annoyed tone. "Alright!" Angel said making his way out of the cell, deciding to try to find it later and glares at the officer as he walked by. He was known for being moody but his mood can lift when he's with the gang depending the situation. The gang do help out a lot. Loners are the ones that get targeted the most so it's better to be in one than not. Then again, lots of loners are about the prison. He made his way to the courtyard following after the other inmates, pushing past them, complaining that they are too slow. "Get out of my way!" He snapped shoving past a random guy and walked out og the building looking around the yard to see that most people are out already including some of his gang. Angel really didn't wanna deal with people today and was in a mood because he can't find the knife he made. Insted of asking for help however he would rather keep it to himself. It's not like the knife would do much damage anyway and with the guards constantly on the lookout there's no chance. He made his way over nodding a hello to his gang but didn't really say much and was still tired.

  • Charlotte Williams


    Steel blue, almost grey, eyes glance upwards. Her face contorts briefly into unamused irritation before returning to pure apathy. Charlie has been awake for awhile now. She dislikes sleeping. She thinks of it as a weakness. A fault of the human body. When she is asleep, she is not prepared to retaliate. Not prepared to defend herself. Despite this, she understands the need to be rested. And so, the woman will allow herself a few hours of uneasy, light dozing, each night. She, of course, waits until after she can confirm her cell mate is in a deep sleep. Then she wakes long before her cell mate and the alarm. She does not like to be caught off guard and that is exactly what sleeping does. The alarm blaring in her ears is a common thing now. Two years of the exact same schedule means she is prepared for it to go off each morning. That doesnt mean it is any less bothersome. Dark eyebrows furrow slightly at the guard who rattles her cell. Her cage. She feels like a wild animal. Trapped. On the verge of snapping. They look at her like she is a monster. Maybe she is. In fact, she's almost certain she is. Feral, they would call her if she were really an animal. But she isn't. And so they just call her psychotic. Evil. Abomination.


    And she just stares back with glassy, empty eyes. She doesn't care. She stopped caring the day her father swallowed those pills. She had to. There was no other way for her to go on. But that's neither here nor there. Rising off the bed, Charlie floats forward. She's already dressed her hair falls over her shoulders in slight waves, glossy and clean in appearance despite her situation. Even in her jumpsuit she carries herself high, seeming to barely notice she isn't wearing a dark, flowing gown and on her way to some sort of formal event. Of course, her dresses always had secret pouches on the inside of the skirt, which contained her poisons for the evening. She loved her poisons. Strychnine and Arsenic for days she was feeling more classical. When she wanted to go more natural, she was quite fond of hemlock seeds or honey made from oleander or azalea flowers. Her very favorite, however, was dimethylmercury. It was a bit more difficult to obtain and prepare, but oh it was so much fun. It had such a slow affect, she was long gone by the time her victim died - usually months later. But she'd never had an unhappy customer. All of her 'clients' were taken care of entirely.


    But enough on that. Charlotte shakes away the wishful memories and falls into place out with everyone else who resides here. All the other feral animals. She looks at all of the faces and wonders what their stories are.


    / will post with Topher later when I have more time

  • Halo (Issac ) ✯ Homosexual ✯ 18

    ✯Ic: Halo was already awake before the siren went off. He usually awoke early. He slipped out of his cell when the gate opened. He was trying to avoid his always angry cellmate. He sighed in relief as he made it. A guard approached him to escort him to the library. He made it into the library doors and started browsing the shelves. He had read a lot of the books in this place .Halo selected a few books he had read before,but loved. He moved to a back table and opened the first book in his pile. "Incarceron." By Catherine Fisher. It was actually a book, about escaping a prison,but the prison was much different from the one Halo resided in.

    ✯Ooc: (I am so sorry this reply is a bit late. It has been really hectic with spring finals.)


    Catalina (Robin Hood) ❦ Heterosexual ❦ 21

    ❦ Ic: Catalina awoke quickly and climbed off of her uncomfortable mattress. She placed her naturally light feet on the floor and strutted out with an almost tiger like grace. She let out a purr and slid her finger across a guard's face and gazed into his eyes. Making sure no one saw she slipped a cigarette from his pocket into her sleeve. Glad she was wearing the long sleeved jumper. She sashayed away and headed to the gym section and sat down on one of the benches with the bar across it.

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  • — ☆*:・☽ CLEO YAMASHIMA

    i wanted you to know that you don't belong here

    at first, the alarm had scared cleopatra awake more than it had peacefully roused her from her sleep. over time, she had grown used to the blaring, annoying sound that often came several minutes after she woke up. by then, she was already dressed and ready to the day, her legs hanging off the side of her bunk as she waited for the alarm and lights to flash on.


    hopping down from her bunk, cleo moves out of her cell and into the lineup before the guards can touch her, even going as far as to stick her tongue out at them. shifting her weight, cleo watches as the other prisoners leave their cells to stand at attention for a headcount, swaying gently on her feet.