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Welcome to Prison Institute.

There's an actual name for this place, but most people call it that, because it's a mix between an institute for basic rehabilitation, and also a prison. Or that's what it's supposed to be. Juveniles, and younger adults, who are known to be criminals, violent or otherwise are sometimes sent to this place. There are guards everywhere, and the rules are incredibly strict to ensure control. Unfortunately, the place is corrupt, and rife with abuse. It's hardly a safe place for anyone, and with violent people on both sides, the tensions are quite high. The therapists that are employed aren't much better either, though there are always exceptions everywhere.

Basic layouts are simple. People have their own cells, and there's lunch room, the rec room, the field, the laundry room, and perhaps a few more rooms. They tend to be run down, and badly run though. The schedule is a curfew at 10 PM, and a strict waking up at 7 AM, with lunch being 12 PM with nobody being able to leave until 1 PM.

People use as Guards as NCPs if needed, but they can use their characters for both Guards and Prisoners, if they wish.

(mind if I join?)

I would like to join

Also interested! Would it be mix-gender, mix-age? I would guess so since there's so many characters that could be a part of this.

[I suppose it would be of mixed gender, and there would be different ages, yes! You are all welcome to join~)

*Vivien sits in her cell, her back leaning against the wall, knees against her chest, rocking back and forth, trying to regain her sainity*

"Jesus, I know they don't believe me, but did they really have to throw me in here?" Stella muttered to herself. Someone screamed from down the hall, making her jump. Her stomach growled.
"I hope lunch is soon... If only they'd put a clock in here..."

Brooke was sitting in the corner of her cell, her insane eyes darting everywhere. She struggled, hating being in a straitjacket. She was confused as to why she was in prison and not an asylum, but she knew better than to question.
Although, she'd probably end up asking anyway.
Her body twitched, making her back up against the wall even more than she already was.
If humans and inanimate objects could combine, Brooke and this wall would be a perfect hybrid by now.

(This seems interesting, mind if I join?)

(I'm pretty sure this is an open RP, MythicalBeast5 )

Mikey sat in the corner of his cell, knees to chest, shaking, trying to control what was going on in his mind. He occasionally looked up at the guards who walked by, trying his best to ignore them. Mikey was upset with himself for letting himself be thrown in prison, and slowly loosing his sanity day by day. 'Is it almost lunch yet... I need to get out of this cell...' Mikey thought to himself, and let out a sigh.

Could I join?

(Yep! It's open for anybody.)

Stella started tapping her hand on her knee, tapping out the seconds until lunch, and freedom from her cell.
She looked out of the bars, vertical and horizontal, and saw a young boy diagonally across from her cell. So they didn't even mix genders, huh? Just tied them all up and let them watch each other's torture. Fantastic.
Tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap,
where is there a clock when you need one? she thought to herself.

(MythicalBeast5, I think Stella and Mikey would get along. She's in the prison institute because her parents don't believe her late boyfriend was killed by the supernatural, but she knows the facts, and her sister was just turned into a vampire. They don't believe her, and believe she was the cause of her boyfriend's death. They could form a friendship/alliance or something.)

(Sure, a friendship/alliance sounds great!)

Mikey stood up and walked over to the bars of his cell. He looked out at everyone around him, and over to where Stella was. He noticed her tapping out the seconds, and thought 'Wow, she must be as bored as I am...'

Brooke jolted her head back, making it slam against the cell wall. It hurt like hell, but instead of screaming or crying, Brooke started laughing. Her head twitched as her laughter gradually got louder, becoming quite alarming to a few of the guards, yet they were warned to not go near her, so they obliged. She just Oort laughing as she was given many confused, horrified and worried looks from people that passed her cell.

Laughter rang out through the hall. Someone was having too much fun in this hellhole. Stella didn't see how. Even her tapping was driving her crazy. Maybe she'd start laughing soon herself.
The boy across the hall had moved to the bars of his cell and was looking at her with a bored expression.
Maybe he knows, she thought.
"Hey," she hissed quietly, so as not to attract the guards' attention. The maniacal laughter was a good cover, too. "Do you know when lunch is so we can get the hell out of here?"

*Rocks back and forth as she cries and whimpers* oh my god, oh my god, oh my god! I can't be here! I can't! Let me out Let me out!!! *sobs*

Mikey looked over at Stella. "No..." He answered her. "Would be nice if they gave us the time..."