Our Prisoners~

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Welcome To Hell

What a night?

That's what you're probably thinking. But in truth, you don't really remember doing anything different yesterday. Opening your eyes, you're met with a splitting headache and a pitch black room. You're laying on concrete, and just making out dark slits across the room.

Are those bars?

Yes, they are. You're a prisoner.

But you aren't the only one. You can see someone in the same cell as yourself, and more people in numerous other cells in this dungeon. And don't even try to use your powers. There are metal bracelets around your ankle that prevent you from using your abilities.

But why are you here?

Well, we'll let you figure that out.

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Our Prisoners~
Siasha (/Dream!)
Roxiri Gray (+-Roxi-kun-+)
Deveric Sangue (Leaf)
Elric LaRosa (Calmay)
Broken (brokendreams)
Aeron (+-Roxi-kun-+)


Our Teams~
Siasha x Deveric Sangue
Roxiri Gray x Elric LaRosa
Broken x Aeron

Everyone must post before you post again, so that we develop a rational order of posting. The teams are the people you currently share a cell with. Get to know them.
It'll help you greatly in the times to come.

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S i a s h a
x-Cross My Heart And Hope To Spy-x
x-Stick A Needle In My Eye-x

The concrete floor was cold against her cheek, and the bones in the tip of one of her wings was very close to breaking. Opening her eyes, she was met with a dizzying darkness. Her head felt like it was about to split open, and she felt like she may hurl. Moving her hands so that they were beneath her, she pushed herself up into something of a sitting position. The Hell Angel was in this position as she brought one of her hands to her head, holding it as if it would help the pain. Her blonde hair fell down across her face, covering the dusty-red-colored eyes that were threatening to tear up at any moment. Siasha was not, however, one to cry about pain. And so, the feelings were instantly blinked away. Using her thumbs, she gathered her hair in her hands. Twisting it, she pulled it over her shoulder and let it go. It untwisted slightly, but did wonders to cool her slightly sweaty neck. She was facing the cell wall, and wasn't yet aware of the other person in the cell with her. "Where's Aeron?" she thought hazily, stretching her cramped wings. The last she could remember, she had been with him in Silver Flats. She remembered their flight through the heavens with a fond smile -- one that she knew would have seemed out of place at that particular moment. The lack of his presence made her even more anxious. It wasn't that she depended on him for her safety, or that she was dependent on him at all, actually. But, even though they only knew eachother for a day, they were undeniably close. Their species wasn't one commonly found, in fact, it was more than just rare. Siasha had been on this Earth for centuries, and hadn't met a single other Hell Angel before Aeron. She had invisioned him with her for...well, forever, it seemed. But he wasn't here now. Though, more importantly, where was she, exactly? She had no recollection of how she had ended up here, but it had to have been a mistake. And, if it wasn't, what would someone want to do with her? Siasha knew her special position when it came to her line of work, but no one that still lived knew about it. A soft sound was just enough to shake her out of her own thoughts, and only then did it occur to her that someone else may have been in the cell with her. This sent a shiver up her spine, simply because when she turned to look, she wasn't sure what she would find. But, she knew she would have to look eventually. Straightening up, Siasha took a breath and turned to see who her cell-mate would be.

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[Leaf]

Dark. Cold. The first things that Deveric percieved when conciousness was bestowed upon him again. "Where the hell am I? He croaked to himself as he opened his unpatched eye. All he could see was the cold stone wall right in from of his nose. Feeling slowly slipped through his body along with pain. Why the heck was he so sore? Not to mention weak. It felt like all his strength was drained away. It felt like he was... Human. Great, he was now only a human with wings and flying was never going to happen with the piteous amount of strength humans had. Deveric mustered up a nice amount of strength and pulled his head up off of the concrete only to have it thump back in place when a pain shot through his head and still seemed to resonate between his ears. The sharpness of the pain was like a dagger and didn't seem to pass. Where was he before this anyway? Deveric closed his eyes but nothing came to him. He never really paid much attention to his life and now the fuzziness in his mind had definitely impaired his ability to think. Through all the pain, Deveric could feel something unusual. Metal. Something around his ankle. Perhaps that was what drained his power. However, at this point it seemed as if even positioning himself to look at it was going to take a lot out of him. Deveric tilted his head to see horizontal bars lining the space in front of him. Ah, but if he was lying on his side, then the bars would be vertical. Deveric reasoned all this slowly in his head. So perhaps he was in a prison? Why? This was definitely not the Daikan prison. Too quiet. There were no screams and wails that Deveric had gotten so used to hearing. Then where else? Where else had a dungeon so ominous and dark and breathtaking? The air was thick and dead and breathing it somehow seemed like torture. Deveric coughed and tried to move a bit. Figures were visible in the cell across from his, but the bars and distance plus grogginess of the mind made it unclear and Deveric could not make out anyone he knew. Well, what did his cell look like? Deveric was slightly curious. He couldn't see much facing the wall after all. Taking a deep breath, he used the remaining energy within himself and rolled over, finding another person stuck in the cell with him. With a weak voice, he choked out the words, "You are?"   

[{{Roxï-kun-+]

Roxiri woke up but didn't open her eyes yet, not really wanting to have to get up just yet. It was still dark outside seeing as no light came through the curtains in her room. She had rented an inn room in Sanchu after looking for the second volume of the books about shapeshifters. The first one had been found in a small magic shop in Obscur but they hadn't had the second one there. So, she had taken a side journey to find the second book.

Roxiri turned over and realized that the thing she wasn't laying wasn't a comfy bed. Her eyes slowly opened and she groaned at the pain in her head. She closed her eyes tightly, wanting to get rid of the pain. Her hands clutched the sides tightly as if her hands were stopping her skull from splitting in half. She slowly opened her eyes after a long minute and the pain dulled. Her eyes met darkness and strange shadows along the floor and walls. This wasn't the inn room she had fallen asleep in. The shapeshifter went to sit up and found something a little off.

Roxiri looked down at herself and was surprised at what she found. No, she hadn't fallen asleep like this. Her long black hair was shorten to above her shoulders and barely passed her chin. It was cut in short layers that barely reached her chin and was a bright white color and it was fluffed out. The only similar thing was the straight bangs cut right above her eyes. And though she couldn't tell, her purple eyes had lightened into a shade of pink.

But the most curious thing was Roxiri's new attachments. Her animal ears had turned into normal human ears while two very small unusable pink wings had sprouted from her back. They seemed to have made their own slits in her black tanktop, only being so big. The other clothing that the shapeshifter wore were short black pants that ended midthigh with white sneakers on her feet. A cold metal ring was around one of Roxiri's ankles, having a bit of weight to it.

Ignoring the strange new attire and look, Roxiri looked around once again now that her eyes had adjusted to the limited light. Bars? Through the bars was another room with bars. Her eyes widened and she looked around the room for an escape. Nothing except a shape on the other side and the bars.

The shapeshifter, wanting to escape from this place, tried to change into air. Nothing happened. She tried again. And again. But nothing happened. She tried other forms and shapes yet nothing happened. Her attention turned back to the bars, confusion and panic clear in her eyes. All was quiet, as if mocking the shapeshifter that she suddenly couldn't become anything else.

Where was she? What as going on? And why couldn't she change into something else? All these thoughts and more continued to run through her head as Roxiri 's hand now rested on one of the cold bars. She had woken up and moved over there at some point, feeling a bit sick. Like most animals were, Roxiri really didn't like being forced to stay in an enclosed area.

Roxiri moved and sat against the bars, facing the wall with sad eyes. Why was she here? In some sort of prison or dungeon? Why couldn't she use her powers? Tears filled the small fourteen year old's eyes but she wiped the tears away before they could fall. Her head tilted back afterwards, looking at the blank ceiling and wondering if her mother was really watching over her.

[Calmay]

Elric opened his eyes to the darkness and then closed them. His head hurt and he wanted nothing more than to return to sleep. After all that was what he normally did when he was recovering from an injury. He then came to a realization, he had not gone to sleep injured and he was sure that he had been sleeping in a bed the last time he had gone to sleep. He was now on a concrete floor, not a bed. He sat up and saw nothing but darkness. he would have moved, but he was not sure whether or not his head was bleeding or if it was just a headache. He was just going to have to wait until the pain subsided. He was thinking that it would be quickly using his healing ability.

Wanting to see the area around him he lifted his hand and tried to light a flame. Nothing happened. It was still dark and there was no flame. Something was wrong. It was then that he realized that there was something on his ankle. A slight panic hit him as he realized that he could not use his abilities. Which meant that he was like a human. The panic faded when he realized he had gotten what he wanted. He was human, no longer a demon. It did not matter to him if it was true or not to him it was more important that the features that made him not human were no longer there. The problem was where and why he was here. He did not seem surprised when he saw the bars on the wall. He was a prisoner again. Nothing new for him.

He made his way to the nearest wall and leaned against it. He would have tried to escape but he did not have his strength or his flame. The only two things that could help him out of this place. He started to laugh as he thought of the situation that he was in. He had no idea where he was and yet he could not stop laughing. He had gotten what he wanted. He was human, or at least he believed that. Fate was cruel giving him what he wanted, but taking away the freedom that he had previously. Even while laughing he could see there was a person against the bars, but he could care less about that person. He only needed to worry about himself and how to get out of here.

[brokendreams]

She opens her eyes, she could see but it was still dark, she looks around all she can all she see's is, bars they were caged, she didn't even know how she was here, she saw someone in her cell, she walked over and sat by them, she didn't know them or anything, but she sat there,she made out the shape of a fox, she nudged him, he looked at her,

She looked out the Ceil door, she saw other Ceil's, others in them, she looked around for a escape but their were none, she couldn't use her powers either, she sighed, she walked over to the corner and laid down, there wasn't even a window, no way out, she hated it, she was a wild animal, a cage was no place for her, she saw the fox still staring out the Ceil, she felt sorry for him and everyone else,

she looked around once more, she fell asleep quite fast, she dream of many things mostly how she was once free, then boom! she was in a Ceil, she woke up and saw it was truly a nightmare, she looked around and just laid there, she thought of millions of things, but nothing could get her out, nothing at all.....

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Aeron awoke to the sound of someone moving around. The ground under his haed was cold and hard, which made the Hell Angel open his venomous green eyes. A pain rain through his head, feeling as if someone had cracked his skull open suddenly. Actually, his whole body was sore, as if he had been pummeled by something. But he had just fallen asleep in the Silver Flats with Siasha and the other angel. Siasha!

The thought of the other Hell Angel made Aeron reopen his eyes against the dizzing pain. It was dark but it didn't take toolong for his eyes to adjust. A stone floor along with bars? Why was he in some sort of dungeon and where was his fellow Hell Angel? The scarlet-haired male slowly sat up, blood-colored wings retracting to his back. They had been laying on the floor behind him and also strangely felt sore. Had he been drugged or something?

He saw a wolf of all things in his cell, though it only laid in the corner. An odd weight on his ankle made Aeron's attention shift to his left leg. He grimaced at the bracelet the Hell Angel saw as he lifted the pants leg. Letting the black fabric return to its normal position, Aeron looked through the bars to see a cell with a girl leaning against the bars. She looked too young to be in a prison. Suddenly her roommate broke out in laughter and Aeron just had to wonder how in the heavens he had ended up here.

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S i a s h a
x-Cross My Heart And Hope To Spy-x
x-Stick A Needle In My Eye-x

The person she came to see wasn't nearly as grosteque as she had let her mind imagine him to be, and for that she sighed softly. The muggy air made her hair frizz just slightly, but it still had an almost unnatural shine to it. Breathing wasn't effortless, not like it should have been, nor like it had been in Silver Flats where she had been what seemed like only moments before. The ocean-like grass was still sharp in her mind, but she knew that she was far from there now. The sticky atmosphere was uncomfortable to say the least, and it was obvious that there probably wasn't a single window any where close. "Siasha." she said quietly, taking in his weakened state. The Hell-Angel looked to be better off than he was, but that doesn't mean she wasn't suffering from the drugs she knew were probably still in her system. As she turned to completely face him, the weight on her ankle made itself known. She hadn't noticed it earlier, but found her senses alerted when she finally did. Sitting down against the wall, she let her fingers brush the metal softly. Siasha had seen something like this before, but she couldn't remember where or what they were used for. Though, she could sense some dark evil in that metal object. "And you?" she added, finishing her earlier thought after a moment of silence had passed. Her headache was still painful, but had become a thumping kind of pain. She was also becoming a little more alert, but no doubt would have had problems answering questions like "What's two plus two?". Looking around, she began to take in the shapes around her. Her eyes were yet to dialate properly, but things were slowly starting to come into more of a focus. Siasha couldn't see colors past black, white, and gray. Closing her eyes, she leaned her head back against the cell wall and tried to clear her mind -- to think. She wasn't worried about her cell mate, as he hardly seemed in the position to start a fight with someone whose power was unknown. How had she come to be here? And where exactly was here? And, more importantly, where was Aeron? She would give almost anything to be back with him now. She opened her eyes and lifted her head as someone laughed nearby. This confused her slightly. What exactly was there to laugh about?

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[Leaf]

"Siasha..." Deveric rolled the name about in his mouth, pondering it. It had a peaceful feeling about it. Suddenly, a laugh rang out between the cells and Deveric's head snapped up, forgetting the pain. Such an insane and pained laugh it was... Slowly, Deveric pushed himself up to a sitting position and leaned against the wall. The drug seemed to be wearing off even though it still flowed in his blood. No sign of power coming back thanks to the stupid braclet. "My name is Deveric." He murmured and ran his hand through his black hair. Observing his cell mate, he noticed the two tattered wings protruding from her back. "I will assume you are not mortal, perhaps? The look of your wings seem like an angel's." The demon mumbled softly. He had nothing against angels, despite the stereotypes. They don't bother him, he won't bother them. Deveric then turned his eyes to his surroundings. The cell was just as dark as it was when he opened his eyes. There wasn't much light to adjust to anyway. How many people were captured anyways? Why were they there? And what the heck did they do to be in a dungeon where even rats ceased to exist?

Most questioning of all, "Where the hell is that disturbing laughter coming from?!" Deveric boomed and he heard his voice echo around the dungeon. The sudden outburst caused a pain to shoot through his head and it dropped immediately into his hands. Life sucked. Death probably sucked, too. Existence sucked, he concluded.

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Roxiri was snapped from her thoughts as a sudden laughter filled her hearing. She jumped slightly, thinking that maybe it was the person who had gathered her and her roommate here along with how many others were there. But her sights landed on the male she shared this cell with, who was sitting against one of the walls. Her light pink eyes looked at the person, wondering why he was laughing. It sounded slightly sad or angry.

Roxiri moved towards him, shifting onto her hands and knees. She felt sick from whatever was in her body that had made her fall asleep and didn't even think she could stand up with falling over a few moments later. The shapeshifter stopped one or two feet in front of the male, looking at him carefully. He didn't seem that dangerous. If he was, he probably would have attacked already. The person in front of her looked as if he was human but even if he wasn't something was blocking their powers. Probably one of the metal bracelets that seemed to carry their own bad auras.

Roxiri winced as someone yelled, voice booming and echoing. She looked out, seeing some people moving around in other cells. Only a moment later she turned back to her roommate in this awful place. "Are you alright?" the shapeshifter asked, concern in her eyes. Of course, he obviously wasn't, but Roxiri just had to ask. She was just trying to forget about her herself in this place and try to help someone else. Self pity wasn't going to help her, or any of them, get out of here.

She stayed on her hands and knees, unsure whether the male in font of her would attack. At least like this she could probably dodge it. She wasn't used to this body and liked it much more when she could simply turn to air to dodge or become an animal. Roxiri, unlike most people, wasn't very comfortable in a human-like body. It was weaker then her other forms and was much slower. Her eyes watched the male in question, wondering how he would react to the yell and to her.

[Calmay]

Elric stopped when he heard the person yell out. It looked like his laugh had brothered someone else in the dungeon. Like it mattered to him, but at least he should reply to him. When his cell mate asked him if he was okay he held his hand up. He needed to gather enough strength to yell back. Laughing was easy, but yelling took some strength and he was still groggy from whatever was in his system. He just hoped that it would not last to long. After he needed whatever strength that he could gather when who ever captured them appeared.

He took a deep breath and let out his response. "Oh I'm sorry. Did it bother you?" His automatic response when he bothered someone came out. He did not really care if it bother him, but most people felt different when he said that to them. Though that was not always the case. He did not feel like he was in danger. It was not like he had anything to lose right now even if he made the other person angry. He felt sick as he finished his sentence. He really did not like how he was feeling right now. He missed his healing ability much more then he released. He looked at his cell mate. He could not see that well but he was sure that the person in front of him was a female. But that was all he could be sure of. After all it was still very dark here and he was used to brighter locations.

"I'm fine. I just could not help but laugh about what was happening. I mean all my life I hated who i was and now I am in the cell and what I hated is gone. It's just to funny." He did not include that his head still hurt and he felt groggy from whatever had knocked him out. After all he was guessing that the same thing had happened to the girl in front of him and who ever was still here. A thought popped into his head as he thought about the others. Where they going to be fed. If he was correct about being knocked out for some time, he was going to be hungry soon and there was nothing to eat around here. He had to get out if they were not going to feed them. He was not going to starve to death here. The thought of having a nice hot meal made him bite his lip with hunger. He needed to stop talking about food. The girl was going to have to distract him. "I'm Elric. You are?"

[brokendreams]

Broken Looks around to find only darkness, no light what so ever, oh the darkness, she could slightly see some sort of figure some living thing she didn’t know what it was or could be, she look down at her paws, the cuffs oh how they hurt, maybe if she changed to human form it would hurt less, she transformed into human form, she looked around it was too dark for anyone to see her, She saw someone a male?. She looked back, she saw the other person move around, it was still hard to see though..

She finally made out the figure of a human? With wings? She looked at him, and she finally spoke in a soft clumsy voice “hhhhhiiiiiii” the words came out slow she really didn’t know how to speak well, she was raised wolf, how could any wolf know how to speak english?.

she waited for the male to replie she sat down beside him waiting, he looked sad. well of course everyone looked sad but he, he was a different kind of sad, she looked at him he didnt seem like a threat, she didnt feel like he was. so she stayed by him, her wings was still there even though her wolf form wasnt, he looked like a angel but he was too dark, what could he be?.


(sorry if its short i dont have many ideas sorry :/ )

[{{Roxï-kun-+]

Aeron watched through the bars and listened as people exchanged yells, wondering if Siasha had been left away from him. The Hell Angel's wings drooped slightly and his face had turned stony. Maybe his God was punishing him for his sins or maybe it was his Devil that was toying with him. Putting Siasha in front of the hell angel, only to yank her away after such a short while, leaving him alone wherever this was.

The wolf made its way over to Aeron and he wondered why he had been put in with the canine instead of another creature. But when the wolf spoke, he realized that this wasn't an ordinary wolf but another person stuck here. The hell angel looked down at the wolf, nodding a greeting before turning back to the bars and wondering how he had been drugged and dragged all the way here. And why hadn't his Death Touch activated? Surely he had to have woken up when stuck by a needle or at least went Siasha was drugged.

An unpleasent thought brought itself to Aeron and he denied it. Surely the other angel hadn't drugged them and dragged both of the them all the way to this prison or dungeon of sorts. an idea flashed over his face for a brief moment before he moved closer to the bars and yelled as loudly as his headache and soreness allowed. "Siasha! Are you here?!" he yelled, becoming silent to wait for either more silence or an answering call from his fellow hell angel.

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S i a s h a
x-Cross My Heart And Hope To Spy-x
x-Stick A Needle In My Eye-x

Opening her rose-colored eyes, she thought about how she would respond. Flexing her wings (as she often did when she was thinking), she blinked slowly and took a breath. "Your assumptions are correct. But my exact origins remain unknown." she sighed softly, slightly proud that she was able to come up with such an intelligent response under the current circumstances. She cringed as Deveric's voice bounced off the walls and made a splitting pain run through her head. Closing her eyes, she put her hands over her ears. Bringing her knees to her chest, she rested her head there. Another loud voice ran through the cells, and made her pull her knees closer, as if she could some how block it out completely. Though, a soft harsh tugging in her mind made her widen her eyes and realize exactly from whom the yell had come. Lifting her head, she struggled to her feet. Holding onto the bars for support, she searched the darkness for that familiar voice. "Aeron?" She said softly to herself, "Aeron!" her voice grew louder and more confident, confirming what she already knew. Siasha couldn't see him, as it was far too dark, but she knew he was there. There were a couple of other people she could see (none of them she personally knew) but the only thing she could see of Aeron was a very faint blur in the dark. "Are you all right?" she called, just loud enough for him to hear.Siasha lowered her gaze and pressed her forehead against the cold bars. She was a mixture of happiness and depression. Aeron was here, but what would that mean for them? Someone was behind all of this, and the scariest part of all was that their intentions were let unclear. A shiver ran through her body, and she was suddenly very cold. Goosebumps made their way up her arms, and she found herself crossing them and standing very rigid.

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[Leaf]

Deveric scowled at the unknown voice's reply. It seemed to twist something inside of him. The short sentence brought a sense of anger to Deveric's numb mind. Through it channeled mockery, teasing, and despise. Deveric spat on the ground beside him, fuming silently in the dark. Attacking the voice was going to be futile in a barred cell. He sighed. At least he was sane enough to know that... Raven colored threads hung infront of Deveric's face. His hair, so dark and tainted. Pushing it out of his face, Deveric scoffed his luck. But of course, there wasn't any such thing as luck. If there was, then he wouldn't have to be stuck in the mortal world. Or stuck here, in this cell in who-knows-where. 

Deveric picked at his coat, biting his lip. A little more dialogue was present in the air. Between other prisoners and his own cellmate, too. Not that he cared. He was calm, the anger he experienced earlier now a thing of the past. What was he feeling now? Nervousness? Probably a little, he concluded. After all, who knows if some goblin or ghoul might come along and be thrown in as well. Now that would be a roommate he wouldn't want to have. 

Deveric pushed himself up off the stone cold floor and clicked his heels a few times before walking up to the bars. He wrapped his hand around the metal pole. It was cold like the floor and stale like the air. The demon withdrew his hand in disgust. At least the cell seemed normal. One thing still concerned him deeply. The bracelet upon his leg. The metal ring that seemed to absorb his power like a sponge to water. A scowl crossed his face once again. The humiliation of being humanlike was unbearable.