Welcome to Bell View....



Long ago the criminal activity of the world picked up greatly. Things shifted around so that mobs, murders, thefts and so much more were on the rise. The police tried their best to keep up with the rise, but a few special cases were unlike anything they ever encountered before. To house the new wave of crime, Bell View was created. Within Bell View, the baddest criminals and crazies are kept. These criminals however, can not be kept around the usual ones you see. These criminals are not your usual bad guys or villans at all. These are the ones they do not want to be known by most of the world if they can avoid it, the ones that can not face being released back on the mortal race. They are a danger to society for you see, these criminals are of diferent races, or have developed special abilities.

The prison is specially designed to house them and keep them from breaking out. Even thee guards and warden are specially chosen and trained to keep the prisoners under control. They can not risk a leak, or having anything about the prisoners getting out. They can not afford to be lenient or nice either, for many on the inside if given the chance would tear them appart. They have been trained to be cold and at times ruthless if need be to keep the ones within at bay. They are often switched out, for many are known to not last to long against the inmates, some have even been known to go missing which has immediately brought on lockdowns and the inmates being investigated.

Problem is, lately the military has begun taking an intrest in the members of the prison. They have been looking into their talents, and enlisting them for some special jobs. Not your usual break ins and roberies either, jobs more suited to take advantage of their talents. After all, what better way to catch a freak, then to use a freak right? They don't care about the inmates, as long as they get the job done, or are taken out in the process, one less freak to worry about. It may be their only chance to avoid facing the death penalty of the prison however, to redeem themselves and show they can handle life on the outside.

There seems to be a darker motive for the military as well though, rumors have been going around of experiments being performed on the inmates, for no one will miss a a few freaks. They want to find a way to cure the people who arise with powers or abilities that people shouldn't have. They are looking for biological weapons to shut them down and take them out before they are taken out themselves. It is kill or be killed, survival of the fittest in the end, and all have to do whatever they can to survive in the end or face the end of everything..period. Bell View is a nasty place to be, can you survive in it's walls, or will you become just another victim of its walls.

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Vincent Darkrai

Vincent laid in his bed, his arms folded behind his head. Bell View had been his home for awhile now, and already people inside knew not to mess with him. He looked like an innocent enough guy, but in here looks were practically always decieving. He smirked s bit and closed his eyes, man this wwas the life in an odd twisted kind of way. He was one of the ones who wasn't allowed to have a roomate most the time, cause they always ended up in the infirmary, or begging to be transfered to another room. Bell View wasn't like ordinary prisons. They didn't have cells, all the rooms were metal solitary confinement like rooms designed to keep the big bad inmates under control. They were allowed to come out though for meels and for time in the courtyard each day. If they were lucky, they were allowed to roam the cells and the hall, which had varrious rooms to keep them occupied.

Vincent was a special case though, most of the time he had the guards keeping an eye on him. He loved to fight, and starting fights here was 'against the rules'. He hated hearing that phrase, though it seemed like he was hearing it more and more lately. Having everything he liked being against the rules was such a drag. He was more of a calm, fun loving free spirit. He opens his eyes, and looks up at the cieling. It was solid metal as well, but in his case his room was more ventalated then others. Vincent had a knack for fire, he could create it and manipulate it any way he wanted to. He wasn't aloud to be around any of the kitchens without being heavily supervised, and was watched around the inmates who tended to tick him off.

The ceiling was covered with little sprinklers, and when they were set off, as he discovered when he first came here, it was like the room was raining. Because of the rooms design, it could in fact fill up with water. A little drain at the bottom, which could be closed and opened when needed. He reached over his head to the little nightstand, where a pack of cigarettes sat. Slipping one of the slender white forms out, placed it between his teeth. His smirk had yet to leave his face, and he lightly bounced his foot as he worked. He snaped his fingers, and over his pointer finger a small flame sparked to life. He herd the click of the sprinklers ready to switch on if need be, and knew the warden was probrably watching him again.

"Calm down, I only need a smoke" he says rolling his eyes and lighting the end of the cigarette. "See?" he says before allowing the small flame to go out, he herd the click again, and the sprinklers were shut off fully. He sighed, the warden had taken an awful big intrest in him ever since he had been brought here. Rumors went around that the warden was gay, and that he was looking for inmates he could have his way with. Vincent laughed, he doubted the warden could handle him, or would dare even try. He wondered if the warden had even really looked into him as an inmate, though with the attention he had been getting he guess hemust have. Vincent was always seeming to be watched around Bell View.

The doctors were always eager to get their hands on him, his body was like a playground for them in scientific terms that is. His structure, his abilities, they were always pushing his limits, and that was one of the few things he enjoyed. It was the reason he was in here, he had wanted to push himself beyond his limits, and find a worthy opponent since the outside presented no threat or fun to him at all. The mental doctors were confused by him, for in ways he was completely sane and stable, but in others he wasn't so much. He was a definite puzzle that no one in the prison could figure out. They were always trying, but no one seemed to make much progress with him at all, there were so many theories about him and what he was about though.

Vincent wished they would hurry up and open the rooms already, he was itching to get to the training room and work out a bit. He was normally always found their in the mornings before breakfast, it was the quietest time and no one dared to interrupt him. The training room was heavily guarded, and the one place he could use his powers without being yelled at or having water dumpped on his head. His stomach growled and he sighs, he was hungry already. He had gotten into an argument last night with the guards, and had refused to eat. His refusing to eat or staying in his room or something always got the wardens attention, he didn't know why but he often got what he wanted in the end and he had.

He had recieved his gun back, it was hanging in a locked box on the wall, but at least now he knew where it was. He wasn't interested in using it at the moment, but he had access if needed. That is, if the sprinklers did not go off on him before he could get it out. As if on cue, the sprinkler above his head clicked on, pouring cold water down on him. He coughed, sitting up as his cigarette went out now soggy. He ran his fingers through his wet red hair muttering a few curse words as the door slid open. Guards stood there, with a pair of handcuffs specially designed to drain and prevent the use of the inmate's abilities. "The warden wants to see you" one said before stepping into the room.

The thought crossed his mind of the warden wanting to see him, "so I'll finally see what the big bad warden looks like eh?" he laughed a bit, letting the guard place the cuffs on his wrists. He felt a bit excited inside, what an adventure this would be eh? He wondered what the warden would be like, few actually saw him, he usually sent one of his higher up lackies to do the dirty work with the prisoners. He smiled as they led him out of the cell and down the hall. This was turning out to be a very goof morning indeed, and hopefully with the new inmates comming...it would be a very exciting day in the end...

Codette sat in the far corner of her room. In order to avoid having her slip out, the door to her room was lit brighter than a christmas tree, but much less jolly. The redhead glared at the door. Even if the lights flickered for a second she could jump shadows.

The woman sighed and listened. She could hear splashing and cursing. It sounded like Vincent was getting rained on again. A smile crossed Codette's lips. At least the inmates amused her if nothing else did. Codette was always forced to do things differently than everything else. She couldn't eat at a table, or she could slip through the shadows. If she was outside, there were spot lights on her constantly, to remove shadows. Even the bathrooms had a special switch that would cause the area to be blindingly bright.

"So much special construction, just for little ol' me." she laughed a little. She couldn't deny she hated it here. Codette missed her plush furniture, marble floors, and her designer wardrobe. They tried to placate her with knock offs, but she knew the difference. "Would it really be so bad if I had Louis Vitton heels and a Prada tank top?" she muttered aloud.

Rue (Warden) Wathmir

He strolled around the room, he had given the order to bring Vincent to him not too long ago. His dark eyes looked over the monitors that sat to the left wall, he saw the red haired male surrounded by several guards heading this way. Sitting in his chair now he opened the folder that was titled, Vincent Darkrai. Inside of the folder was all of his information, his background, his family, his medical records, every little thing. In the back of his mind a memory played for him like a movie.

Rue back when he was small was under a tree near a small home, with him was a red-haired boy. They were playing cops and robbers. "Hol' eet right tere!" He pointed his hand gun at the boy who wore a black scarf over his mouth.

"No way!" Under the mask he smiled, he pulled water from inside of the house and used it to drench Rue. The stupefied look on his face made the boy fall over laughing, "Yah! That was worth eet!" Rue never did get used to that.

He frowned and twisted his father's hat, "C'mere!" The blonde tackled the ginger to the ground. He couldn't help but to smile.

"Boys! C'mere! Dinah!" They both looked up then ran, pushing each other back to get there first.

He looked up as the door opened and in walked in two guards and Vincent, the other three stood in the back. He waved the guards that were inside off, "Take those things off him, I'll be fine." The male did not look like much, in fact he was not much older than the man who stood before him. The guards did not like it but followed his orders. Vincent was uncuffed and they removed themselves from the room. "Vincent Darkrai," he said mostly to himself, tilting his head to the left a tad.

His eyes were a similar color to his as well. It was so odd, it was like seeing a grown up version of him. His mind was currently completely on Vincent, the man who stood before him. "Are you enjoyin' it 'ere? Take a seat." 'Of course he isn't, tch.' He flicked his head to the chair and sat back down himself. He knew so much about Vincent, but still knew little. The resemblances were shocking almost, however Rue could not get sentimental yet.

Vincent smirked as the guy ordered the cuffs taken off of him, he was either really strong, or really stupid. Then again, attacking the warden would only land him in solitary, and that would mean no more play time with the other inmates. He plopped down into the seat offered, as he listened to the question asking if he was enjoying it here. Vincent smirks and tilts his head back to look at the ceiling. "Oh of course" he laughed knowing it would probrably be a slight shock to answer so positively, "just like back hom only...more prisony." He was trying not to laugh again, so he turned his attention back on the warden.

Was this guy really the warden? Looked sort of like a chick to him. Eh, then again pretty faces in this place were both blessings and curses. Though he could tell by the guy's eyes, that there was something dark there to. He noticed his filez, and smirked. People here were always reading files. To Vincent, files were useless, a bunch of words on paper could only tell so much. They couldn't give you experience or first hand accounts...in other words, a bunch of workds onpaper...were a waste of time. He noticed though his family file, open on the desk a picture of his mom, dad, and even his little sister looked back at him. Vincent's parents had always blamed him for what happened to her.

His mind wanted to go back to that memory, but he stopped it. No use in livin in the past. Something that wasn't really his fault. Usually Vincent was very picky of what he was accused of. He was blunt and honest in personality, they type where he would admit if he did it, and deny only what he didn't. He did not like being accused of false things, but liked taking credit for what he had actually done. In this case however it had been pointless with his parents, so he had given up long ago. He wondered if his sister's case was in his files..that his parents had literally turned in their own son as a suzpect. He had never been found guilty or convicted of it, but that incident, her death, had helped initiate events that led to where he was now.

Magnolia Barron had never minded being watched before. It was something she'd grown up with. But these stares weren't what she was used to- there was no barely concealed lust, no jealousy, just... observation. Close observation.

Shifting slightly in her seat, Mag couldn't help but smirk a little as the guards- and there were a half dozen of them, that was a little excessive for just her- tightened their grips on their guns. "Relax, boys." The blonde drawled with a strong southern accent, "Just tryin' t' make mahself a little more comfortable. No need to worry 'bout l'il ol' me."

The guards didn't look convinced. Mag wasn't surprised. She was a murderer, after all. Mag pushed the memory of her victims away from the front of her mind. She didn't want to think about them, or what she'd done to them. Glancing out the window behind, she saw the looming figure of Bell View Prison drawing closer and closer. At first, Magnolia had thought that the infamous Bell View was a bit harsh for someone who'd plead guilty to a crime of passion homicide. She frowned as she remembered the stiff government man who had informed her that 'plans had changed,' and that she would be going to the state's women's prison. Mag looked down at her hands. Special, he called me, she reminded herself, a special case. She was headed to a prison full of people like her- people who could do things that weren't normal.

The bus jerked to a halt as it pulled into the prison yard. Mag had to be helped to her feet by the guards- every last inch of her but her face was covered by heavy metal plates, to stop her from growing her diamond-hard bone through her skin and impaling her captors. She toyed with the idea of seeing if the protrusions would be hard enough to pierce steel, but decided that getting a bullet between her eyes wasn't really worth it and let the guard take her in without a fuss. As they escorted her through the halls, she heard catcalls and whistles, and cries of 'fresh meat' from the other inmates. With an expertise acquired over many years, she ignored them, instead observing the lounging prisoners, trying to see who she'd have to deal with to move up in the pecking order in Bell View.

"Your stop, Barron." One guard rumbled, pushing open the door to a cell.

Mag flashed him her pageant queen smile. "Well, thank ya kindly, officer." The guard looked appropriately flustered as he undid the chain holding her hands together. Behind him, Mag noticed another set of guards escorting a man the down the hall- an even larger detail than hers. He's dangerous, Mag thought to herself, sitting down on her bed- it was soft, and nice, which surprised her a little, considering that this was a prison, dangerous, but kinda cute.

Hm. Co-ed prisons had their perks, she supposed.


((I hope this was okay- in the first post, Vincent said that there were new inmates coming in, so I decided to make Mag one of them.))

Codette heard the sounds of whistles. "newbie?" she murmured, standing up. Walking to the door she peered out and saw a blonde woman. "Don't stare at Vincent too long Sweetie, or you're bound to get burned." Codette laughed softly. She had to step away from the door, the focused bright lights were giving her a headache. She did notice that the new woman wouldn't be far away from Vincent or herself.

Not for the first time, Codette looked about her room. Slinking into the shadow under her bed, she 'shadow walked' to the shadow of her bedside table. When she stepped forward, she was no longer within the shadow and came into full view. Codette silently cursed the fact that the shadows had to touch for her to 'vanish'. Any break would cause her to be visible. The two objects were the only in her room that had any shadows, and thats simply because she smashed the light under her bed herself, and went on a hunger strike until they decided not to fix it.

Xiero aused in the office, he was looking over some files for the doctor. The doctor was currently out on a trip, leaving Xiero to look after things while he was gone. For such a young age, he was a good doctor. Some were surprised, that he was in fact here at such a young age. He was from a county where his people were looked down upon for their beliefs. Here however, he was looked up at so to speak. The inmates though liked to tease him more often then he cared to admit. He was naive at a lot of things still, including his sexuality. The doctor kept aneye on many of the inmates with him,but now that he was on his trip, Xiero was alone more often.

He did not mind the work, it was nice to help out. He was good at what he did, even if he was still new here. He turned to the filing cabinet, and placed them inside. He wondered if he should go check in with the warden before he got to work for the day. A knock came to the door, and a letter was slid under the door. He was a bit surprised, the mail was normally delivered later, and to the mail room. He walks over, picking up the slender envelope. It wasn't addresses, nor did it have a return adress. He wondered who would be sending a letter like this. He wanted to open it, but he had no time at the moment. A sigh escapes him, and he slides it into a drawer.

He turned away from it then, and walks to the door. The handle cool against his skin, when he opened it, he didn't see anyone there. He looks around the hall, but still nothing. He turns down the hall walking towards the wardens office. He wondered if her assistant was on duty yet. Pausing outside the main door, he looked back the way he had come. Oddly, he felt like someo e was watching him. He shakes his head, that was imossible, not many of the other workers came in so early like he did. He smiles lightly, he was getting parinoid. He turns back to thekffice, entering and walking inside to see if the assistant was there yet.

((Well, I refuse to let this die without a fight, so.))

Katarina Sinclair strives to be the perfect Assistant Warden. With her abilities, she'd managed to strike fear into the hearts of all but the stubbornest (or stupidest, in her opinion, not that she'd ever say it) of the inmates, who knew very well to stay out of her way when she roamed the halls for inspections.

And none of them ever guessed.

Katarina's head rose two seconds before the door opened, and registered the sound of half a dozen guards- one of whom wasn't wearing regulation shoes, probably Jackson again, the man loved his sneakers- and... Katarina frowned. Vincent Darkrai. Warden Wathmir's new obsession. Katarina wasn't sure why the Warden was so interested in that particular inmate, but it really wasn't her business to pry unless she thought something illegal was going on. And, while inviting one of the more dangerous inmates in Bell View was strange, and not the smartest move, it wasn't illegal either. As the group disappeared into the Warden's office, Katarina's phone vibrated in her pocket. "Sinclair speaking." Her lips quirked up into what was almost, but not quite, a smile. "The new prisoners? Yes, I'll be down to do an inspection shortly."

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Mag looked in the direction the other woman's voice had come from. One of her 'special' neighbors, obviously. Burned, huh? Mag thought to herself, wonder if that means what Ah think it means.. Standing, she sauntered over to the wall separating the cells. "Thanks for the warning, shug, but I ain't afraid of a little fire." She drawled with a smirk. Then, as an afterthought, she decided that it wouldn't do to make enemies this early, and friends? Well, she could use a few of those. "Mah name's Magnolia. Friends call me Mag. What's yours?" She asked, putting on her 'pageant' voice- the one that made you really believe that all she wanted was world peace, even more than those other girls. She grimaced as she realized that she'd done it. Not even a choice now, just instinct. Gotta break a habit like that one hard.