MarinaNova Asylum

[ ACCIDENTAL VIDEO ]

[ The device made a lot of muffled sounds, perhaps breathing if anyone caught hind sight of it. The image is slightly blurry due to the slightly bloody hand that was grasping it. There's no real context to the video, other than the person was unable to comprehend that the device itself had been turned on due to his carelessness.

In short, he was too concerned with own injury rather than focusing on what it was recording. The walls were in view followed by a path that appeared to be a hallway. Eventually, the device is either turned off or timed itself off. ]

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[ ACTION ]

[ Ichiru had a moment of irritation where the communication device was almost tossed across the hallways. Instead, he ended up calming down enough to pocket the troublesome thing as he was processing all the information that was thrown at him. He was imprisoned here-- for crimes he committed? How ironic that was? He supposed it wasn't a surprise for him to eventually be caught and pay for the deeds that he did but this was one ridiculous way of doing it.

He couldn't say he was going to stomach this lying down. Ichiru, being the type of person who did what he wanted and how he wanted to do it was not in the least amused by how he was being forced into conditioning, and accepting the fate that was placed in front of him. That's something he hated most of all. He didn't like his freedom, his choices be taken from him but he was not foolish to think he could act irrationally in such a situation.

A pale hand pressed itself against a nearby wall as he was glancing around. The sudden change of scenery took him by surprise on top of the aching feeling of bleeding to his death. The injury that he sustained from Rido was partially closed-- at least enough so it wasn't so life threatening but still open enough that blood was peeking through his light colored outfit. ]

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[ ooc: so Ichiru's unaware he turned on his own device for communication cuz he's a derp like that and too worried about his own injuries. the second part is an action from after the video cuts. feel free to poke at him for whatever reason or tell him he needs some medical help~ weee He's injured enough that he needs medical attention but not to wrecked that he's going to die. OTL! ]

[He doesn't come from a world with a lot of modern technology but he's sure visited enough to get used to it. That's why when trying to figure out the communication device, Kurogane figures it out fairly quickly.]

Another new world, huh? [Have one unsurprised new inmate, MarinaNova.] Never thought there'd be one that seems to only be a prison.

Oi, listen up. I'm looking for a couple of people. One goes by the name of Fai - tall, blond, probably has an idiotic grin on his face. Another is the kid who calls himself Syaoran - brown hair, serious but helpful. Then there's Mokona - a weird creature who looks like a meatbun with rabbit ears and talks.

[Kurogane doesn't ask about Sakura, he knows where she is... well, one of her anyway.]

I also wouldn't complain if anyone had any information about this world that they were willing to share.

[He might think he's a little young to find himself in prison but Adrien is the type to make the best of a bad situation. He's used to living in a prison. His father, Gabriel Agreste, didn't like letting him out of his sight and his home had pretty much been nothing more than a prison since his mom went missing.

There was one thing that had stood out to him in the announcements that he really wanted to check out. This place had a school. Maybe there were other kids his age locked up here that he could meet. After spending years being homeschooled, Adrien didn't take for granted the opportunity that getting to attend school and actually make friends could make in a person's life. He'd gotten to experience it for the first time just recently and that's where he was drawn to in this place. That's what he wanted to learn about.

Adrien flipped the switch on his communicator to record a video and introduce himself. The best way to make friends was to put yourself out there and Adrien was determined to do that.]

Hi! I'm Adrien and I just arrived here.[He actually waved at the camera in greeting to everyone that would watch this.] I just wanted some information on the school here. I get that this is jail and all, so I was curious about how it all worked.

[The smile he flashed the camera is perfection. For some reason the camera loves him--it might have something to do with the fact that he's a fashion model and used to this.]

If someone was willing to give me a tour, I would be so grateful. Especially if they could show me where I can get some new threads. I see not everyone is stuck with prisoner orange.

[Max, given his choice about things, would leave well-enough alone, avoid the network and the other inmates entirely, and keep himself from getting dragged into anything at all, because he knows it's bound to happen. Always does.

Of course, if Max had his way about things, he wouldn't be here at all, despite his profound conviction that it's probably what he deserves. A cop-turned-vigilante? It's been a long time since there's been anything resembling real civilization in the wasteland, but he can remember clear enough what it was like, before everything.

Regardless, he doesn't have his way of things, and he can begrudgingly move along to get along, and can even (he hopes) keep himself out of everything by limiting contact as much as possible. And this - this network - it's impersonal. It keeps him separated even while seeking an answer to a question, so that's better than nothing.

But it takes him a long while after arriving to get around to using it. He's still in prison-orange (he's got nothing else), and he's still dirty from the desert; oil and blood and dirt smeared on his face, a half-healed crossbow bolt wound on his forehead, and numerous scars visible through his badly shorn hair. His leathers are missing. His supplies are missing, right down to his canteen. It's not the lowest he's been in recent memory, though it comes pretty close. Most importantly, however:]

Where can I find a leg brace.

[His voice is low, rough, accent declaring he is, indeed, from Australia - or what's left of it, though softened over time as borders have blurred. The kind of voice that says it's not used very often. And that's all he offers in way of greeting. He's not giving his name, and he doesn't want to know anyone else's.]

[Well, since she feels she should introduce herself, not that probably everyone has heard her talking about brains already. The technology is fine for her to figure out. What to say... there lies the problem. Amy wasn't shy but she wasn't sure about attention either. Growing up in the back of a car, moving from school to school on her mothers not so peace and love hippy type whim of where they went and when meant she was nearly always the new kid. She didn't like that this in a way reminded her of that.


She made a face as she turned the device on.]

Um, hey. I'm not sure what I'm meant to be saying. I wasn't expecting to be here...

[She gives a sort of laugh and a little slightly sad smile as she tucks part of her hair back behind her ear.]

So, I'll just say hi. And ask where can I get some different clothes?