☆riverside prison☆ [rp thread]

lulumac · Mar 14th 2018

Christopher Nelson-Martinez

He was still not used to the blaring noise jarring him from his sleep. Christopher had never been a morning person, and this simply made it worse. At least when his alarm woke him up for school at home he would open his eyes to a comfortable bed and a familiar life. Now the harsh wake up, combined with the reality of the uncomfortable place she would be spending the next decade of his life, simply crushed his spirits each morning. So he would slump slowly out of his bed and ready himself for the day. Not that he had much planned, or anything. Sliding a hand over his brown curls he'd make his way towards the mass of other prisoners, trying to keep his distance from the burly men and sharp eyed women. He felt incredibly out of place and that terrified him. Topher didn't think he'd ever get used to this lifestyle.

Taking a step back as someone barreled past him, the teenager ground himself crashing into something. Surprised, he turned around and realized it was a someone. A girl who looked about his age, maybe younger, he was not aware that her name was Cleo. Brown eyes wide, he felt his face heat up and gave a silent prayer of thanks that his skin was dark enough his cheeks wouldn't be bright red. "I'm so sorry." Was all he could manage to say through the tightening of his throat. He didn't know who she was but he was hopeful she'd be more understanding than one of the massive gang leaders he'd heard about. If it was one of them, he'd probably already be dead. But no, this was just another teenager like him. He pondered briefly what she was in for, and hoped she wasn't some kind of serial killer or something.

bees?! · Mar 19th 2018

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

(ya'll I'm alive i swear)

Arkady yawned with boredom but was relieved when he saw that the guards were just now finishing up their headcount. The guards who were counting went up to the front of the groups of prisoners and began scribbling away on a clipboard. They announced those who would be getting their cells searched and with that, it was done. The prisoners would be given 15 minutes free time before breakfast would be held. All he wanted was to get out of here and soon enough, the inmates were dismissed and soon enough everybody began fanning out to go off on their own. Gang members joined with other gang members, friends with other friends, and the outcasts and loners went off by themselves. However, Arkady didn't really move from his spot and instead turned his attention to an interesting looking male who was standing near him. Liru was the name and he looked a bit nervous more than anything. "Look like you've seen a ghost." Arkady put himself in the category of those who were loners. He didn't have a friend group nor did he have a gang. He kind of just, existed. Arkady could jump from one group of people to another and didn't have a specific group of people to hang out and talk with.

When he first arrived at the prison he wasn't that surprised to know that there were some inmates who actually recognized him. A once successful businessman and inventor, he remembered when he lived on a pile of billions of dollars so it wasn't a surprise to have people know him. His face was probably up on any sort of media out there. As he stood there looking at the younger male, he crossed his arms and raised an eyebrow. This individual didn't exactly look like they had been imprisoned for a whole year so his whole attitude about the situation was understandable. As he stands there he quietly gives a glance around the area.

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

Shayne was glad to know that the headcount was finally over and that he would be free from just standing there and waiting. However, he didn't exactly look forward to eating breakfast since the food here tasted like something you'd do if you mixed garbage in a blender. The again, it usually depended on who made the food and how that person was feeling that day. Then again, why should he complain? Food was food. When the guards dismissed the inmates, Shayne started walking away with the crowd and found himself being shoved by somebody behind him. The shove caused him to trip forward into quite the aggressive looking man. Shayne was quick to jump back and he looked behind him to see if the person who shoved him out of the way was still there but they had disappeared and the man he was shoved into was beginning to get more angry as each second passed. The former snowboarder took a few steps back and tried to explain his situation, "Are you really thinking of fighting me? All I did was bump into you, man." His nervousness strengthened his Irish accent and soon enough, the other man began to form his body into a stance that was ready for a fight.

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

Ernel simply gave a grin when one of his gang mates was chose for the random cell search. His gang mate's face turned from enjoyment from being with his friends to surprise and fear. As he stood there and watched as the guards called over, Ernel and the other gang members snickered and laughed at his expression of fear. They all gave a mocking goodbye as he followed after the guards. Ernel then watched as the gang members he was hanging out with made off to do their own thing. Now that the inmates were free to do whatever, all they had to do was wait until breakfast time came around. The young man made his way after the fellow gang members and was quick to ask to join into a card game. The view of the card game was blocked by a wall of other gang members so that guards wouldn't be able to see the illegal gambling.

BlueEyedCat · Mar 19th 2018

Angel | 18| GoldenJackles| Soldier

Angel turned around looking straight at Shayne. "Are you talking to me?" He asked in a more challangeimg way. Now that it was mentioned that a search was going to be held, tensions were high and the fact that the knife he made was lost made the situation worse. The guards wasn't too friendly when someone is caught out by something and their punishments can be rather harsh. Sometimes the guards could even be worse than the prisoners. The teenager walked closer to the guy, with a slight mocking smirk on his face. Well, someone wasn't happy. It kinda lifted his mood actually and took his mind off of the lost knife and guards. "Well, maybe you should watch where your going!" He growled narrowing his eyes.

avantgarde · Mar 19th 2018

LIRU "RURU" KANAYAMA

❝your screams are as melodic as waltz chords.❞

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

The nineteen year old found himself exhaling a gentle sigh—of what could only be described as relief—through his slim nostrils once the staff had finished their counting. He observed the inmates who had begun to scatter about as though not hesitating to use the fifteen minutes of free time to their advantage. However, Liru's attention was quickly directed elsewhere, for he had heard a voice that sounded rather close. It didn't take long before he realized it was Arkady. "Look like you've seen a ghost." Liru was just slightly shocked upon hearing the voice of the mildly intimidating man that stood beside him. Perhaps 'milldy' is an understatement, for the young male felt rather frazzled by the presence of this inmate. He had seen the other's face in the past—prior to having been sentenced—although was unable to recall exactly where.

For only a moment after the Russian had spoken did the younger's eyebrows become knitted whilst he gazed up at the taller man before his expression relaxed. In attempts to hide the intimidation that continued to seep into him from the older man, he scoffed lightly although let his gaze drift away from Arkady's so that the two were no longer making eye contact. "As if." Shortly after did he clamp his teeth as a result of himself having taken note of the fact his voice had wavered slightly. With haste, he cleared his throat and noticed that he had been holding his breath. With this did he part his lips just slightly and emitted a gentle exhale through them. He had attempted to make it as silent as possible so that the Russian wouldn't be able to hear it, although wasn't sure how successful that attempt was. Regardless, he reverted his optics back to Arkady.

Liru noticed that the other's arms had become folded by the time he went to exchange eye contact once more, which did little to nothing to calm his nerves. "What gave you that impression?" He asked in a somewhat rhetorical manner, not exactly expecting an answer from Arkady. However, he wouldn't have been surprised had he been given one anyways. Whilst asking the question did a small simper begin to display itself on the nineteen year old's expression by tugging at the left corner of both of his lips. When speaking did he have a bit of an accent due to the fact that English wasn't his native language. In addition, there was a very slight lisp. His nerves had calmed just slightly a few seconds after he had last spoken in comparison to before. However, it wouldn't be unlikely that he would become ruffled up again when Arkady decided to respond (should he choose to).

altai · Mar 20th 2018

— ☆*:・☽ CLEO YAMASHIMA

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

feeling the weight of someone crash against herself, the girl turned toward the disruption, finding a boy who looked to be around cleopatra's age. she looked him up and down, taking note of his frazzled apology to her. putting on a saccharine sweet smile, cleo lifted one shoulder in a half shrug.

don't worry about it, hon. she responded, only half listening to the guards as they listed off names and released the prisoners. it's commonplace to be shoved around here, anyway. what's your name? cleo's dark gaze drifted from the boy as inmates dispersed, catching sight of some of her gang leaving to do god knows what.

lulumac · Mar 22nd 2018

Charlotte Jae Williams

They were being released. Finally. Silvery blue eyes scanned the area first before Charlie began to move. A few steps forward revealed a mass of prisoners standing around. Her lips curled downwards as she slid easily through them. Upon reaching the center of the mass, she discovered what had caused the commotion. Two men arguing, ready to fight. Some prisoners had stopped to watch and ended up blocking one of the oaths out, meaning many other prisoners were backed up. She was about to walk by when she recognized Angel as one of her gang mates. "Hey, twit, maybe pick a better place to start fights like you're in middle school. Maybe somewhere that you can't be seen by everyone in the prison, perhaps." She'd narrow her eyes in a slight, almost imperceptible way. It wasn't that she cared he was fighting, he could do what he wanted, her problem was that he was fighting stupidly. Any number of guards could still be around here, and any number of the prisoners around them could easily snitch. Charlie found this type of fighting classless and childish. But the fact that it was blocking her path meant she wouldn't stand for it.

Christopher Nelson-Martinez

His frenzied gaze would meet her's, and upon realizing she was fairly calm about it, he'd relax significantly. Dark eyes would scan her features in a new, less terrified, way. He opened his jaws to speak but his breath caught before any words came out. Her perfect lips pulled up into such a sweet smile, her glittering eyes, her..-

don't worry about it. God, she was amazing. Blinking out of his daze, the teenager would hope he didn't appear as lovestruck as he felt. He always seemed to be finding himself obsessed with some girl who was clearly way out of his league. He needed to fight it off this time. But when you're a convicted criminal and so many other things are on your mind - like living to see another day - it's hard to focus on not falling for beautiful girls who don't sock you in the face for bumping into them. Topher would swallow hard then offer a shaky but genuine smile in return. A moment later he'd realize she had asked him a question awhile ago. "Ah! Um, Christopher. But everyone calls me Topher." The words were out before he could think through him and immediately he winced in regret. Why had he stuck with the ridiculous nickname? Why hadn't he just said Chris, like every sane Christopher did. "Um, but, uh, you can call me whatever you want. Heh... Anyway, what's you're name?" He was grinning awkwardly, wishing he wasn't such an uncomfortable person.

BlueEyedCat · Mar 24th 2018

Angel | 18| GoldenJackles| Soldier

Angel was about to throw the first punch, but then turned around hearing the familiar voice of one of the people in his gang. It was Charlotte. He He looked around once she said that the guards are about which was kinda forgotten about at this point. "He deserves it." He replied looking right back at her, trying to think of a good enough excuse in case the word got out to the guards. It was a pretty reason to fight and felt like a bit of an idiot since that was pointed out about everyone watching. He stood there for a moment and thought about what he was doing, then realised that she was right. Looking around again, more people began to notice. Angel stepped back from blocking Charlotte's path before glaring back at the other guy, kind of annoyed that the situation didn't turn violent. At least the guards didn't take much notice. "Watch where your going next time." He said to the person who he was about to fight. "See ya around Charlotte." He adds looking at the girl then walked off slipping past the crowd that gathered.

bees?! · Mar 24th 2018

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

"What gave me the impression? You maybe just look a tad bit intimidated but who am to judge?" He gave a small closed mouth smile. When, Liru spoke, it was a bit evident that English wasn't his first learned language. Arkady, of course, could respect that. He, himself, still had a bit of a Russian accent and he wasn't going to lose the knowledge of being able to speak Russian anytime soon. "You don't gotta act too tough. However, a piece of advice would be to watch yourself, don't get into anything too shady." With that, he gave the younger male a friendly pat on the back before stepping back too look around, "Well, I'm gonna get going." After that, the Russian turned and began walking off. He usually tried to interact with as many other inmates as he could. He felt it was better to have more friends and acquaintances than enemies, especially in prison. Plus, there was a great advantage to knowing a lot of people and getting on the good side of many different types of prisoners. If he ever needed back up then he knew that there would be people right there next to him. It also built a great reputation and if he was gonna spend 50 years of his life here, then he saw it to be a good idea to get to get pretty well known by others.

As he made his way off, he began going through his own thoughts. He felt like he could have avoided prison if he didn't make the dumb decision to continue his drug use. However, it was hard for him to stop his addiction and now that he has all the time in the world to think, he was beginning to regret his decisions. He had two kids who would grow up probably knowing that their real father was a murderer and drug addict, how nice. When he finally straightened himself out, he could see that there was a group of people who looked like they were about to watch a fight but then the crowd soon gave off the feeling of disappointment as he could only assume the people who were gonna fight gave up. He approached the crowd that was beginning to slowly disperse and came across the two 'fighters'. One of them looked young while the other one a bit close to his age. The younger one was told off by a female and Arkady watched as he walked away and as the other male stood there, looking relieved. He took a spot beside the female who had told the younger male to back off. "Having trouble controlling your kids?" Arkady had seen her around maybe a few times and was able to pick up her name, Charlotte.

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

Shayne could feel his anxiety rising when the person he bumped into started to become aggressive and when people started to gather around that was when he knew that this was probably when he was gonna die. Sure, the other guy was clearly younger than him but that didn't mean he didn't have a harder punch. Shayne wasn't too much a fighter, well, at least he liked to think so. He could fight but he just never chose to, especially when there were things such as guards to keep watch on all the inmates. Shayne didn't want to get punished just for being in a fight so he was glad to have somebody step in and stop the whole thing. When his opponent saw that there was no point in starting a fight, the Irishman sighed a sigh of relief. "Thanks." It was the most he could say to the person that 'saved' him. As the crowd started to walk away and get smaller, he could see two guards eyeing the area he was standing in. They were ready for a fight and Shayne was just glad it didn't come down to that. When the crowd disappeared, he gave a small wave to the two guards who then simply shook their heads and went back to talking and looking around the place. Shayne had once seen what happened to two inmates who got into a fight. He saw the guards hit them with their batons and shove them away to be put into solitary and he was just glad that the guards wouldn't have to intervene in such a way.

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

Ernel gave a large grin when he had managed to win the 5th card game in a row. The rest of the players groaned and one of them even commented on how he could probably be cheating but Ernel only shrugged and said that it was nothing but pure luck. He took the things that were used to bet such as cigarettes and even a screwdriver but the card game would soon be cut short when he saw that there were guards approaching the group. Ernel quickly stood up and folded his cards and motioned towards the guards that were approaching. However, the others weren't quick enough to gather everything up and Ernel took a few steps back as he watched the guards begin to question the players who weren't quick enough to hide everything. Ernel felt his muscles tense as the atmosphere between the guards and gang members grew tense and a bit aggressive. One of the gang members was getting agitated and looked like he could throw a punch at any minute and of course, he did. Soon enough, a fight began but it was quickly stopped when a few extra guards came to break it up and take away the 5 gang members who were involved in it. They were the Crimson Coyotes, a day wouldn't be a day for them if they didn't start a fight.

As his fellow gang members were dragged away, he could see smirks and smiles on each one of their faces. Ernel returned a smile. He liked the gang despite them being one of the most aggressive gangs in the prison. It was nice to have a family such as Coyotes. As the whole entire place calmed down, Ernel returned his attention to other things such as examining the now disappearing group of inmates who had gathered for a fight. He then felt a hand on his shoulder as a fellow gang member told him that they were gonna get going. Ernel simply nodded and watched as they walked off.