Welcome to the YGO State Penitentiary [RP]

"Welcome to YGO State Penitentiary, PREPARE YOUR ANUS and for the love of god don't drop the soap. You are here because well you fucked up let's be honest here you are a fucking idiot, you got caught. Why you are here is varied, for many fucked up reasons and situations but let us all just say that they all involve a certain asshat with stupid hair. The Prison is not a nice place calling it nice would be like saying Mel does not like to fuck silver haired sniper's in the ass. The reason is well because you my friends are fuck ups and society has given up on you. So really this is all your fault. So when you are laying on the ground bleeding with a shank in your ass remember the only person to blame is yourself.

Okay so now to talk to about the wonderful conditions you will be living. You will be living in a Five Star Hotel with Room Service, Hot Bitches, Free Cable, All The Drugs you can snort, You will be fitly fucking rich because the screw the rules you have money and you will never have to deal with a cop ever again.

Okay now that your acid trip is over and your done drinking Kaitou's booze here is what your really going to be fucking dealing with. Shit...... No really tons, piles so much of it that you could make a fucking sculpture if you wanted to. Did I mention the furry freinds you will be living with? Oh I did'nt Well I hope you like RATS the size of small dogs! I hope like me that you love the Small of Vomit..... Oh wait you don't? Well too fucking bad get used to it, because VOMIT IS GOING TO BE EVERYWHERE! And do you like Blood and Gore? Well it is your lucky day because of wonderful Staff will suit all your needs with clubs imeanwhat isaidnothing. Oh and if you are like me you probably love the occasional prison rape..... Oh wait I'm the only one that likes that? WELL TOO FUCKING BAD for it is going to happen especially if you are a pretty boy with silver hair. This place just sounds lovely doesn't it?

Your one job here is to survive and that is going to be a lot harder (key word being harder) then it sounds. For you see beside the whole guards are total asshats, that like to fuck with you no seriously they rape you get used to it. You have wonderful attractions to spend your dealing with such as Prison Gangs, become a prison bitch, trying to get your latest Intel from a certain somebody, or dealing with all the other fuck ups you are going to be spending your time with like that asshole that bioengineered a tail and tailraped a bunch of people to death by the way he lives on floor have fun! And also don't forget that Spikey haired asshole that everyone seems to know.

So yeah that is all you really need to know. Remember Kiddies, to never trust anybody, keep your eyes open and your head down, pants up and a good deal of prayer to your favorite fire bird might just help you. Basically what your going to want do is prepare your fucking anus. And Remember fuck ups, if you ever need anything just find Me or my Associate because it is not like we are going anywhere are we? Just look for the cells that are a lot nicer then yours. So have a nice day kids and without further delay Welcome to the 9th Ring oh wait we are on the 6th floor? Oh Fuck it close enough. Remember if you need anything my the name is Phoenix aka that guy two doors down on the left. WHAT EVER YOU DO do not go to the guy on the right he is a convicted Pedophile."

~Midnight~

A strange child, sat alone in the darkness that enveloped her cell. There wasn't a sound to be heard, other than her own feverish beating heart.... it was hard to believe she even had a fucking heart to begin with. But nevertheless, the organ was there, pulsing, vibrating, and beating blood through her tiny frame, while her large eyes seemed to dilate and reverberate with the keenest of evils.

Her small fingers traced the tip of a blade. It was a dagger, her precious knife by no mistake. Just beneath her grasp, laying in a pool of blood on the floor just before her bed - was a Security Guard. A small, fickle, and violent grin crept wearily over the small child's face. She trembled, breathed, and smiled wider and wider - with each passing second. Clutching the knife, she pressed it to her chest, and enjoyed the feeling of the cold blade. The guard beneath her never moved, never made a sound. He had come in there for her as always, offering her the knife, in exchange for what bled between her small frail legs. Grinning, she scooted backwards onto the bed, the blood dripping between her legs becoming almost bothersome now.

The girl said nothing to no one, because she had planned this all-along. She missed her knife, and couldn't stand being parted with it any longer. It wasn't the violations that pained her, it was the fact she couldn't keep the blade for longer than it happened for. Slowly and steadily she ran the knife up between her thighs until they bled. Her torn white dress was covered in her blood, and hung from her shoulders and pale little frame. She knew that the time was coming, and that the other guards would come for her. But for now, she remained at peace with a familiar feeling, smiling, and enjoying the rotten sensation.

Somewhere down the hall a ways, a whimper was heard. Tears fell from the eyes of that silver-haired boy, whom everyone knew to be the prison whore of sorts. Not by choice of course, just by stature. Chris was suffering from PTSD and rather antisocial, to the point where he never even spoke a word. It made things so easy, and he was always the target of anyone that thrived on there. Whether it was the other inmates, his twin brother, his King, or the Guard, someone...was always making the kid's life - a living fucking hell.

Right now the boy was bent over his bed, something he was rather familiar with. His hands were bound in front of him with some sort of rope, and he was gagged with some sort of black fabric. As he trembled and cried, he struggled to hide his face, beneath his long silvery hair. He whined and cried while he felt someone behind him hold him down, forcefully, like everyone else had done to him in the previous. He didn't even try to get away at this point, he simply just cried and closed his eyes. So many tears had fallen from his deep blue eyes in the years he'd been a prisoner, it was a wonder he even had the ability to do so any more. The other creature behind him prepared himself for his wretched deed, and then pulled the boy's pants down and sort of growled.

Chris whined and closed his eyes hard, waiting for the moment where someone would turn him into nothing inside. He felt the hair stand up on the back of his neck, as he was pushed down on the bed by the other's clawed hand. He could feel the nails of the other male dig into his back, as he instantly felt the other pressed up against him from behind. The boy shivered and tensed up, then wailed as the other forced himself into the terrified Sniper, who should have been used to this treatment by now. The boy clasped his fingers tightly together in his hands, holding onto his thin blanket that was on his bed. He soon went into a strange shock of sorts - and laid there in total silence.

He did absolutely nothing - and waited ,half-conscious, until the other was done with tormenting him.

Doxy laughed and was absolutely totally, completely ...NAKED!!!!

.......Buuuuut he wasn't the one fucking Chris - for once. IN fact, he was actually waiting on a certain someone, to come and properly dust his D.

The insane motherfucker that once lead a Gang (somethefuckhow - we're still wondering how that was even possible for him), was sitting in his bed, just staring out the window, looking up through the bars - at the full moon. Though, that wasn't the only moon that was full. He was bare-ass-naked sitting there, wishing that he would at least have a guard "pay him a visit" (AKA blow his D in exchange for some drug intel), or something. It was no secret - Doxy was LITERALLY the biggest whore in the entire prison. Gay, Straight, Bi - whatever. AS long as Doxy was getting it from somewhere - he was more than pleased. If he weren't fucking the shit out of his gang-girlfriend Sol, he was absolutely attempting to stick in in someone - or something.

Don't ask about the "some thing" - no really, you probably don't wanna know.

But anyways he just sat there, carrying out his business, which means - his hand started to wander. Before he knew it he was humming to himself softly, which became soft moaning - and eventually - really really LOUD moaning. Everyone in the cell tended to just look the other way - but there were a few people that woke up, stopped whatever they were doing, or just pulled the sheets up - when Doxy did as he always did. Masturbation in a jail cell was normally not something anyone wanted to do - but hey, a guy can do what he wants right? Least he could. What was going to happen to him? Was someone going to assrape him? Sweet - bring it. Doxy, gave no fucks. But he liked to receive them. Daily too.

Doxy continued to jack off, while waiting for his girl to sneak into his cell like a fucking ninja.

Salvation fingered his long hair, and licked his lower lip. He actually wasn't fucking his twin for once. A rather sick fuck this sniper was, but he had a taste for violence of the highest accord.

"Hmmm, hmmm, hmmm, hmmm, hmmmmmm..." Sal hummed to himself softly and continued to play with his long hair. He was sitting alone in his cell, awaiting his King's return. Salvation was madly obsessed with the Tyrant, who had this strange connection to everyone on the 6th floor, for reasons unknown at this time.

A sound caused his pale blue eyes to rise from his long navy-colored hair. It was the sound of whimpers, and the sounds of fierce growls and snarls. Salvation's lips only curled into a smirk, as he rose to his feet, and strode across the cell over to his barred doors. Just across from him, he was able to see his pathetic younger brother, and another figure that had entered his cell again. It was customary for just about everyone on the 6th floor to fuck everyone, and his twin was a rather... easy target. Even he screwed the life out of him. But the difference was - he did it out of love. And hate? Who knew. But Salvation would never stop any of his actions for anyone. Hence him being there in the first place.

"My dear brother, so weak and frail you have become. I am shocked your back isn't broken yet..." Sal hissed and tossed his hair back over his shoulders, then grinned. When he leaned up against the door, and focused his eyes - he was able to see who was doing what to his brother. A sick smile came over his lips when he did. He let his tongue slip from his mouth as he watched...

Blu laid in her bed silently, eyes wide open. All she could think about was the color blue, and the wailing sounds coming from down their corridor a ways. She covered her ears and sobbed softly, wishing that she was able to help Chris. She rolled over and hid beneath the covers, hoping that none of the guards would stop to pay her a visit.

The girl trembled and brought the sheets closer to her body. Her pale face rested against the cold slab of concrete, that was just lightly covered with some old rags and other shit. She could hear the howling and cries of the others from their cells, many of them suffering the same fate as the Sniper boy that she'd known for many years now. Rather strange their entire gathering seemed to wind up there, on the same floor and everything... it almost seemed (at times) - like this were planned...

The girl's full name was Raphiella Blu Azure. The last two names were pretty much synonymous with the color blue, which she was seriously obsessed with. Her days as a Color God rather far behind her, she seemed to still hold meaning in the color, which pretty much defined her life before this. Blu longed to go back in time, to when her and the other Gods were still free to pollute the town of YGO City, and the City of Old Addison a few miles over. She missed her days drag racing, and missed her beloved car, which was now impounded and probably scraped to shit or something.

The girl laid there silently crying, just wishing that her life would come to and end.

Melvin tossed his head back and laughed, then backed off of Chris. He ripped the sash from the boy's face, and then grabbed him hard by the hair, and turned him over so that he was staring his cold-hearted King in the eyes. Smirking vaiolently, he gripped the side of the other's face, and pulled him closer, then licked the side of his face with complete and utter dominance. Melvin's ears seemed to just stand straight up - specifically because they were docked and cropped to his head, to match those wolfish fangs grafted to his face. The Wolf King's smirk turned into a vile grin as he brushed the hair from the other's face.

Chris seemed to ware a terrified expression, as he panted and attempted to calm himself. The King shook his head and closed his eyes, then his eyelids slid back open to reveal the dominant beast's cold blue eyes. Which were only visible thanks to the lovely glowing moonlight.

"Oh dear boy, you knew that I would come for you." Melvin said with a hiss. He turned his head towards the direction of where Salvation stood watching them, and just tossed his head back in laughter, still holding Chris firmly in place. The Wolf licked his lips and then shoved the boy down, and growled at him menacingly. And as usual, the boy laid very still, panting, worriedly, shaking even.

The King pulled his pants back up and laughed harder, then licked over his upper fangs. He was surely proud of his efforts tonight. There would surely be more blood to be shed later still.

In a cell, far down the hall from the others, where no sounds could have been heard from, a girl lay, her hair an odd shade of red, seemed to always shine despite how dirty or lack of light there was. She lay curled in a tight ball, backed up in a corner, knees held tight to her chest. She made no sound, made no move, just sat there. She knew she didn't deserve to be there, she didn't want to be there but she was stuck here.

She had been there for the worse part of a week, and her sentencing wasn't a favorable one. The entire week she had spent there, she hadn't dared leave the cell she was locked in, she didn't eat, she didn't move, she didn't make a sound, just lay there, burying her face in her knees, away from the world.

Now, at midnight, she was so cold, so alone, she wanted the sun again, to break through the tiny crack in the wall, at least then she wouldn't feel so entirely alone, or cold. It was the sun that made her feel so much better but now at night, she never felt so....gone. So dead. The sounds she could pick up from down the hall wasn't comforting either.

A pink-haired girl slapped her hands against the cool, solid, cement walls. There had to be a way out. Steel blue- grey eyes scanned the cell wildly. Her customary white-prison dress hung on her small frame, and swung wildly with each swing of her hand. Yellow-ing bruises in the shapes of hands and clubs covered nearly every inch of her, including her beautiful, angelic face. 

Her once full, healthy body was now thin and malnourished. Her cheeks were sunken in and there were dark circles underneath her eyes from lack of nourishment and sleep. Even her breasts had diminished in size slightly as she lost weight drastically.  She rarely ate though. Not by choice of course. She was starving, and her throat was on fire with the burning need for water. No... that was part of her "deal." The pinkette snarled as bitter memories of her arrival here flooded through her.  She balled her weak hand into a fist and slammed it into the cement wall, effectively breaking a finger or two. 

Gasping in pain and fury, she reeled backwards and fell against the bed in the corner of her cell. Her throat burned even worse now, from her unshed tears. She was shaking now. Trembling, shivering, spasming... It wouldn't stop. Her muscles clenched up painfully and released, over and over. 

She closed her eyes tightly against the pain and when she opened them once more, she was sitting at a metal table, her hands cuffed together, and facing a stoic, cruel-faced guard. 

"No!" She jumped up, her heart beating wildly. It was dark once more; she was just in her cell..Just a memory.  The pinkette dug her fingers into her scalp in an effort to block the memories that came flooding out. 

She was in the brightly lit room once more. The ugly linoleum floor shone with an even uglier reflection and the pinkette looked down in disgust. The room was hideous- almost as hideous as the pig sitting in front of her. Who was he again? She hadn't been listening. 

"Listen here, girl," The man in front of her gave an ugly, yellow-toothed smile on the word girl. "You're new here, so I'll cut you some slack. You'll find I can be a very..".kind" person when you abide by my rules." 

She almost gagged. He was disgusting. Someone should really lay off the chewing tobacco- or at least brush his teeth.  My RA, did he even know what a toothbrush was?! What a fucking pig. She detested him.  "Oh?" She said in a bored, flat voice. She wasn't even remotely afraid of him.

"Yes. And so, girl, I have a proposition for you," The man stood up and began a slow, leisurely walk towards the girl. She watched with cold, careful eyes as he made his was closer to her. He was directly behind her now. To her utter disgust, he picked up a lock of her hair and inhaled deeply. She did her best not to cringe. The breath was even worse in such a close vicinity.  "If you don't resist me," He whispered harshly into her ear, "You'll find things will be much, much easier for you here." 

The girl curled her lip up in disgust. "And if I do?" She said softly, challengingly. 

The guard suddenly snatched a fist of her hear and yanked her head back, causing her to cry out in pain and surprise. "I'm sure a growing girl like you needs her nourishment. It would be so...terrible, if you couldn't eat, now, would it?" He traced a long, dirty finger down her slender neck as she looked up at him with hate. 

The scene faded and she found herself in her dark cell again. Her chest was heaving, and the shaking had escalated. She was practically having convulsions. Her teeth clattered together loudly, and she wrapped her arms around herself tightly and, ignoring the flash of pain in her hand, tried to calm herself.

No..She couldn't sit here. She couldn't let herself be overcome by fear, not like this. She had to get out. Who the hell did they think they were, locking her up like this? She'd rip them apart, those fucking guards. She'd annihilate every single one of them. The rage coursed through like an antidote. It seemed to scare away her shivers, and she founds herself steady again. Steady, and energized. She jumped up an ran to the bars on her cell door. She shook them wildly, desolately. 

"Don't fuck with me..You fucking assholes! I'll get out of here you little fucks! I'll kill you! I'll kill you all, I'll fucking destroy every single one of you little shits!" She screamed, goading the guards as she continued to pull on the metal relentlessly. She was making quite the racket now. Let them come, she would tear every single one of them apart with her bare hands. She didn't get these bruises just from foreplay, after all. 

If there was one thing Luka was sure of, it was that she was not going to stay stuck here. Hell, she'd even dig her way out if she had to.