RP The Darkest Hour

"Atleast the others in my gang can plan the attack."

 

The Sallok tips his tophat and takes a bow, leaning on his cane. "My name is Aüslēir Cæsrakk. I am hear for but the mere crime of being a vigilante. And if I speak again in a different voice, then totally disregard it as I am simply a madman..." "Actually, do listen to this voice as the other guy is actually insane enough to eat you guys first chance he gets. We're in here more for the mass murder of untried politicians and criminals as well as for eating convicts and gang members. I am Jareīx Craīvix. And we might as well not bother with hidin the fact that we're two guys rolled into one package. " "Oh all right, fine. I admit to possibly eating a few-" "thirteen..." "Oh come on, it was less than that!" "It was thirteen and you know it. I'm you remember?" "Oh alright. I ate thirteen fellow convicts and I am proud of it... Now, who wants to be my cell mate?" "None of them smartass... Were crazy..." "Shh!" Its a bit hard to tell who he's talking to as his accent seems to be constantly switching between a proper sounding American gentleman and a worker class Englishman.

 

"Seeing as youre probably not going to try and eat metal i might just be chosen to be your cell mate."

 

he displays a very toothy grin with some very sharp teeth. Even for a Sallok.
"Good... Good..." "Don't grin like that, it's creepy looking..." "Shut it Jareix..."

 

"Have ya ever had Novakid before?"

 

"Also my brand has been artificially filled with poison."[DOUBLEPOST=1447699903][/DOUBLEPOST]

"Thaaaats also why i have no brand anymore... then the poison seeped into the plasma im made of."

 

Well lets get inside, Its getting a lot snowier.

 

"We gotta wait for the warden, ice-brain."

 

"Stop insulting ice you dummy."

 

"My apologies to the ice," Benzene snickers.

 

"Sssso cold, when Warden ssspeak?" Danger asks impatiently

 

ill be his cellmate if nobody cares.

 

The Warden clears his throat, then speaks.

"Welcome, my friends, to Icekill Maximum Security Prison. I am Warden Trapper, but you will address me as sir. When you enter, we will take you in an elevator to the lowest level of the prison, about eight stories under the ground, where you will be assigned cellmates. Any questions?"

 

Danger raises her hand "How long I here for?"

 

"It depends on various factors, such as behavior, the severity of the crime you commited, and, of course, your will to live. Most people in Icekill are either here for life or pretty close to a life sentence."

 

"Yeah, I gotta question!"
Benzene raises his hand and tries to attract the attention of the warden.

 

"Yes?"

 

"Why don't you go fuck your self?" With that, Benzene laughs and lunges at one of the guards.

 

Well this partys starting late. {would bash nearest guard on the head}

 

The guards immediately take action, brandishing riot shields and activating their plasma machine guns. A dull siren goes off in the prison, and the airlock seals itself with a hiss. The two guards in front of the Warden stand together while holding their riot shields, forming a protective cage around him. The Warden clucks his tongue in dissaproval. "I'm sorry, but you'll have to try harder than that."