Board Thread:Role Plays (AU)/@comment-13427943-20150722165754/@comment-26130256-20151017193204

The heister closed his eyes, trying to make a decision in what little time he had. On the one hand, he was soon to be an outlaw, not just a man accused of criminal activity. But on the other, freedom. Fresh air, good liquor, the chance to live. But was it really worth it?

"Okay, fine, I'm in," he replied before flopping back in bed. Seconds later, the guards opened the door, but all was well. He needed a nap, but one of the guards stayed to pick him up, since the prison docs had given him the all-clear. As they walked, Azulius's mental compass told him they were going the wrong way.

"Where are we headed, officer?" he asked respectfully. The guards here had enough problems dealing with the real violent criminals, and Azzie saw no need to make things worse. "My cell is over in A block, and this looks like D."

"Well, after you made the brilliant move of pissing off Mikey and his goons, they decided to move ya over to one of the Faunus blocks," the officer explained. "Since you don't seem to have any problems with that.  You're bunking with Lyko Agnus, if you care to know.  Low-level White Fang, but he's got standards.  You stay on your side of the cell, and he'll stay on his.  You'll pick up the rest of your stuff tomorrow morning.  Luck," the guard smirked evilly, threw a new set of bedsheets in Azulius's hands, then shoved him through the door into D block before slamming it behind him.

True to the officer's words, almost all the inmates were Faunus, and almost all of them looked up at the new meat. The emotions on their faces ranged from surprise, irritation, anger, to a sort of pleasure, the kind of pleasure when one enters the gym and finds their favorite punching bag is free.