Broken Earth. (CLOSED & STARTED)

[Captain Pirate]

Mikey woke up with a sharp yell at the butt of a rifle's stock hitting him square in the chest.
"Gaah!" He opened his eyes, the guard stared angrily at him
"Get up, NOW." He demanded furiosly.
Mikey slowly lifted himself up with a dramatic yawn.
He looked at the gun.
"Ooh, been issued your new model, I see, Jeeves?" He joked, admiring the new gun and joking the guard, who didn't see it the same way, smacking him again. Mikey rebounded off the bed, and made his way down the hall to his friends. Sitting down with them after retreiving his dinner, he gasped in delight at the fresh roast meal, digging in.
He smiled happily, not caring for the taste as much as how much it filled his starving stomach.
"Oohh, oh, my compliments to the chef!" He said to the others sarcastically.
"How're you boys finding it, then?"

 

[Stone Wera]

"I wouldn't eat that if I were you, Mikey."

 

[Zirat]

Looking around the room, and at the food before him, Gregory began to get suspcious. "This isnt right, we are far from model prisoners and I doubt they would be this kind unless they wanted something, and they always do." He said with a sigh as he continued to look suspiciousley at his meal.

Hearing the others chattering about poisons he eventually said "I doubt it's poison, they wouldnt want to end our suffering that simply." He said out loud to no one in particular. He took a bite, grimaced, pushed the food away, and took a swig of wine, savoring what little taste he got out of it.

 

[Captain Pirate]

"I wouldn't eat it if I were me either, but what am I gonna do?" He said randomly, clearly giddy with excitement about the new, five-star looking food. He stabbed some with his fork, and shoved it down his throat.
Swallowing, his face was still. He stared into space, twitching every now and then, clearly hiding pain.
After about half a minute, he turned to Stonewall.
"Well, yeah, I see what you mean." He said calmly.
"Did anyone else notice the new rifles the guards have been issued, by the way? It looks similiar to the old model, but I've never seen or heard of this new type before." He said, looking at a guard nearby.

 

[FeralPhantom]

Viktor sat down at the end of the table while the others bickered over the food and began to cut up his meal. Overcooked, over seasoned, but not poisoned. he thought as he inspected the meat closely, then taking a bite. "Meat is shit, I would prefer the slop." Viktor says to nobody in particular as he sips at the wine, "Wine shit too." Viktor pushes the tray away and hides the knife and fork in the sleeve of his boiler suit, it had become a bit of a game between him and the guards to see if he could sneak utensils out of the mess room, he hadn't won yet but it didn't deter him from trying.

 

[Jaywebbs]

"I Don't know about you lot." said Feras taking his seat. " But if this is indeed my last meal, I'm going to damn well enjoy it."
He then preceded to consume his food with utmost speed. When suddenly, he stopped and with a surprised look on his face grabbed his throat and made a gurgling sound. He flailed about for a few seconds and then fell on the ground motionless.

 

[Zirat]

Gregory looked on disinterested, "You seem to be overdoing it a bit there." he said dully.

 

[Jaywebbs]

"Oh Well." said Feras as he popped back up into his seat. "It's not all that half bad actually" he added as he continued to eat.

 

[The Tommunist]

"If hashem wishes this to be my death, then so it will be" Ellie said, lowering his head in prayer for a second. After about 30 seconds he looked up, grinning, his blind eye and scars making him look quite the deamon. "I don't think this though, Why would the guards feed us poison, they'd have to dump the corpses..or" and with this he pointed at stanley, "They could feed us to the cannibal over there. Puts the 'joe' back in sloppy joe. Anyhow, if i die, i die, not like I've been contributing much in the last 20 years. "

He took out his eating untensals and began to gulp down the food. "Not that bad" he said, skulling his wine, "It could be beer though"

As he finished his food, he looked up again. "What you all in for, most of you seem young, A little bit of banned material? smuggling arms? killed a cop or two? You'll not last long in here, Political crimes, all of you, well except for stanley, but hes a fucking loon." he pointed at him self. "I'm in for armed rebellion, been in the prison system for the last twenty years"

"Ever heard of the rebellion of Melbourne? No? Some of the older ones might have, was before you youngins time, and our benevolent government doesn't exactly like anyone to talk about it. Needless to say, I've seen actual combat, And i'm not some pussyfooted wanker whos in here because he had daddy issues or read the wrong book. "

 

[Zirat]

"Long story short, Im in mainly for 'fear mongering and soreading anarchistic thoughts'. Not the words I would use but it get's the point across. I used to be, still am I guess, a writer. I would tell whoever wanted to listen why they should be afraid of this new system." He said gaining emotion in his usually dead voice. "You see, fear is something we need, it is vital to us as human beings. The moment man stops fearing he reaches a dead end! Only to wait apatheticly as we sink to new lows and await our eternal demise!" He said practically yelling. He saw how worked up he was getting and tok a moment to calm down.

"Some people took my writings to heart and acted out against the regime and this was enough to warrant official attention. eventually they nabbed a friend of mine and he sold me up the river. One day I heard the sirens as they pulled in and I could only think 'this is it' I let them in and they thought I would go quietly but I refused to let them take me alive. I had a makeshift bomb ready in case of something like this and when they entered the room I decided to take them out with a blaze of glory. As you can plainly tell I failed miserably in taking my own life and was uncerominously launched out the window as the agents who came to take me were killed. I was then collected and was dumped here with a constant reminder of my mistake." He said as he pointed at the scarred and twisted half of his face.

 

[HSIAMetalKing]

The call to mess interrupted Leuce's intent contemplation of her cell wall. It was her favorite pass-time nowadays-- the featureless gray steel provided the perfect canvas for projecting her thoughts. They wouldn't even allow her a pen to write on toilet paper with-- what harm did they expect a little old lady to do with a pen? (though to be truthful, she often contemplated how she could use a pen to stab a guard through the throat if they were ever dumb enough to give her one).

When she received her food, Leuce frowned. It wasn't that she suspected poison-- she knew from experience that these guards had more efficient methods for killing prisoners. She felt a pang of indignity as the scent of the feast caused her mouth to water-- to her, it was an insult. As Leuce took her seat amongst the motley company of her fellow inmates, she huffed angrily. "Zees iz a joke. I never realized vat a tvisted sense of humour zat our dear government possesses."

 

[The Tommunist]

"Calm down fool, you'll bring the guards down on us." Said Ellie in anger. "Fear" and he lowered his voice at this "Is what got us in this situation, Fear of the unknown, fear of the dark. Fear of the evil in mans heart." He stopped. "Fears what gave us the world" and he lowered his voice at this, "Fucking government."

"When me and my brothers marched down the street, Fear was what made all those civilians hide in their homes, instead of joining the order in the rebellion. Fears what made the 5th company break and at the battles along the Bastion bridge, which allowed the fucking government to fucking roll up our fucking flank, and destroy the rebellion"

"So you see" and he lowered his voice again. "Fear is not something we need, its something to discard"

 

[Jaywebbs]

"Well you see, what happened to me was, several of my mates and I got together for a few drafts and then one of 'em brings along a bottle of whiskey." fears said with his crooked smile. "Next thing you know I've started a terrorist organization, personally killed several government officials, planned a score of attacks, escaped from prison, and now I'm on this flying heap"

 

[Shapsters]

Tatyana ate the food rather quickly and rather viciously, caring not if the food was poisoned. At least she would go out on a happy note, not as though not eating the food would help her live a longer, happier life, she was stuck on this shit hole of a ship and poisoned food was just one of the few ways to get off. The meat wasn't particularly well flavoured, certainly nothing like her mother made back on her farm, but it was no doubt better than the slop she usually got and she was glad to eat it. She took a large drink of her wine and looked at Leuce, she was refusing to eat the food probably to protect her pride. Tatyana had a respect for the older woman, but she could be stubborn at times,

"Come now Leuce, eat the food." she said, putting her hand on the old woman's shoulder, "Throw your pride out the window and eat the good food, you will not being getting food like this any time soon."

She took another drink of the wine and smiled at the woman, Tatyana merely wanted her friend to be healthy, to be honest she was one of the few people in the whole prison she actually liked, and fewer still someone she respected.

 

[Stone Wera]

"Well, I'm not quite sure what I'm in for. An explosion gave me amnesia a few years back. I've overheard a few things. Military... Hijacked... Rallys... Exposing government secrets... So until I manage to fill in the blanks, you'll get your answer later." He said as calm as someone making friendly chit chat instead of his criminal record and the life he can't remember.

 

[FeralPhantom]

"I am here because the fascist pigs refused to admit their mistake when they imprisoned me for two years for a crime I didn't commit." Viktor breathes in heavily as the memories come fighting back to the surface, his Norwegian accent becoming much more prominent as the anger wells up inside him, "I started dealing in illegal goods, when I had the resources I made a bomb, put it in government man's car, explosion could be seen from several blocks away. I tried to kill another government man with sniper bullet, I sneezed just as I pulled the trigger, bullet missed and muzzle flash gave me away. That was three years ago, I've been here ever since."

 

[darkenergy134]

"I'm here because people are afraid to be themselves," Sean said, taking a sip of the wine. It tasted like water, and he could tell that there was very little alcohol in it. "I burnt down some political buildings, and killed a man." His mind flashed to Matthew. He looked down at his fork and started fiddling with it.

 

[Mr Fatherland]

Shiro sat down at the table, the others were deep in conversation. What they were in for by the sounds of it. He didn't need to tell the others about himself. Shiro didn't speak much. He took a bite out of the meat and chewed thoughtfully, the one's without the "special dinner" looked dejected. The ones with the "special dinner" were either young, or had a colourful reputation. Everyone on his table had the roast.

Suddenly, the tannoy burst into life,
"ATTENTION!" Everyone dropped their cutlery and stood up straight. The governor entered the room. Mr Phelps.
"Would everyone who's food remained the same please return to your cells." He wasn't asking, 3/4 of the room left. Around 70 people remained. "I understand that you do not know why you were singled out, well...I will tell you. You prisoners, are the lowest of the low. In the governments eyes, in the earth's eyes, you are scum. We hate you. You are nothing. And this is why you will give up your life for Earth. Please return to your cells and you will receive your orders."

Shiro frowned. Orders? Meal? What was all this? He sat down on his cot and watched as his door slammed shut.

 

[Captain Pirate]

<spoiler=Woopsie> Edited this post, I posted before I saw Mr Fatherlan's post [/spoiler]
Mikey got up and headed to his cell, frowning at the guards with suspicion.
"Well, look on the bright side." He said to his friends.
"Maybe we'll get to test drive that new rifle model."
He finished, anticipating getting to vent his anger with a gun eagerly.

 

[StarStruckStrumpets]

Unsure of the circumstances, Jeremy returned to his cell eagerly. Being close to these convicts without government technology to keep him safe was making him anxious. He lay on the unwelcoming tiles and closed his eyes, praying. It wasn't long before somebody came along and started rattling cages, Jeremy's especially. After keeping himself under wraps for long enough, the guards left, and Jeremy returned to his peaceful solitude.