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Florida, Bell. 20:00, 2026

 

The dark, grey-black sky's above offered no light whatsoever upon the work camp we start in. Ugly, badly-kept buildings that were barely identifiable as such were covered in mud, had holes all over them patched with old cloth, the musty, fowl, gut-renching smell of these houses holding people, barely alive, mostly dead however, people hung in the air for miles, the smell of rotting flesh was so fowl, the idea of just jamming a knife up your nose so you couldn't smell anymore sounded far more pleasant in comparison to this. Each building was just barebones, made out of random, mostly broken scraps of plywood and metal haphazardly slapped together and bound by old cloth, glue, and other things of that nature. The camp's dirt stayed soaked, either with blood from worker's feet or a fresh rain, the dirt hadn't been solid since the day the camp went up, and the low, earthy smell of rain always clung to the area as well with the putrid, obscene smell of maggot-covered human flesh. The camp was laid out in a square shape, electric fences surrounding the perimeter, it was as large as a gated community, tiny, insignificant houses and work stations here, there, everywhere, scattered across the area, save guards and non-captured workers rest houses and workplaces, like guard towers everywhere, and a large, black pole reserved for executions specifically in the middle of the camp, it has a few brown scaffolding on it.. Very far away, a large, elegant house, the size of a small mansion, guarded day in and day out, made elegantly and almost exactly like a smaller version of the White House in the front of the house, however it had graffiti and other defacement's on it. In there, elegant decorations, a ballroom, fifty bedrooms, a full staff of enslaved peoples, being cooks, maids, butlers, other house staff and the like, large entertainment rooms, gigantic bathrooms, and other things of the like, but not a musical instrument to be seen.

 

Inside of the house's for those who were captured, crammed wall-to-wall bunks, stuffed high with bodies of both dead and living, both female and male, illnesses everywhere from colds to cancer and AIDS could be contracted if you were stuffed into the wrong bunk that night. On most of these people, scraps of cloth lazily sewed together were their clothes, if they were newer in captivity, they might have the dull orange uniform that was issued to them, but most of the time, people ripped these clothes off of newcomers for themselves. Food, if you could call it that, was meat from an unknown source, or on a rare occasion, a rotten-vegetable soup, which tasted better than the mystery meat than many would get salmonella or would strait-up die from ingesting, and a few crumbs of old, stale, hard bread.

 

The day's would start by everyone, old, young, disabled, or fully capable, anyone who was able to do work worked, and even some who couldn't did as well, would be awoken by gunshots: A random person died every start of the day.next, if you were lucky, a shower, cold as could be done without it being ice strait from the faucet, although, sometimes it would freeze afterward. Next, you would put on your old clothing, or if you worked in a place with heavy machinery, you would put on a jumpsuit, and you were funneled off to work. Tireless hours of work, if you stopped when not told to, you were beaten, or killed. After about seventeen hours of work, we were taken out, into the yard, and someone would be executed, or we would be forced to stare at the scraching's on the wooden scaffolding, then, each and every one of us would be forced to read what it said or be executed then and there. It read:

 

"Day in, day out. Since the day of the White Inauguration, the sun hasn't shown past the dark, black clouds. All we can see is death, decay, and the blackness that was the once free, blue sky. I miss the blue sky. I miss my drumset I use to bang on all day, all night in my band. I miss the days we would play summer concerts, but most of all, I m" The rest of the words on the scaffolding were covered in dried, dark crimson blood, and were poorly etched into it, only barely visible. It was obviously scratched in with fingernails, so it wouldn't have taken much to hide what was written. Then, a speech was recited. "Those who have faith, those who think of returning to the life you knew, those who "Miss" the world as it was: You are the reason for your own suffering! You sad pieces of shit were meant to be killed here and now! But we're nice to you, and we let you live, most of the time. We feed and cloth and give shelter, we protect you from the outside world and from your own minds and ability's because you're dangerous to us all!" The speech would continue for some time from that opening, but would have different middles and ends. Afterwards, another one to three hours of work, then we would be allowed to sleep for a hour at most, then wake up and do it all over again.

 

-Day One-

 

"Bang!" The sound of a gun being fired off in the room. Time to get going...

 

(All players are in the same room, time for you to get up and start the day.)

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Sora used to scream at each gunshot. As she rose from Kasumi's belly, her favorite pillow, her grey locks framed her face perfectly. As she crawled to shake Kasumi awake, Alexis "Lexi" Bishop awoke. Sora's other close friend, the tech worked in the heavy machinery area, usually to help run the computer systems on some of the larger machines.

 

Sora was a maid. She would rise, shower, and then make the journey to the mansion, where she would change into a pristine maid uniform and work there. A few times she would come back with bruises and lacerations on her wrists, and on rare occasions a few burns. Her delicate features made her a prime target for beatings; if one would tie such a fragile girl to a pole and beat her, they'd beat anyone.

 

Lexi kept close to Sora. The girl slept naked under a sewn together shirt, her underwear bunched and tied around her stomach. Sora would rinse them under the icy spray and wring them out. Lexi knew it was a very dangerous practice, but admired her adamancy to always have somewhat clean clothes.

Not worrying if Kasumi woke or not, Sora walked towards the showers, Lexi looming behind her. Lexi knew krav maga.

You don't mess with Lexi.

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Sora used to scream at each gunshot. As she rose from Kasumi's belly, her favorite pillow, her grey locks framed her face perfectly. As she crawled to shake Kasumi awake, Alexis "Lexi" Bishop awoke. Sora's other close friend, the tech worked in the heavy machinery area, usually to help run the computer systems on some of the larger machines.

 

Sora was a maid. She would rise, shower, and then make the journey to the mansion, where she would change into a pristine maid uniform and work there. A few times she would come back with bruises and lacerations on her wrists, and on rare occasions a few burns. Her delicate features made her a prime target for beatings; if one would tie such a fragile girl to a pole and beat her, they'd beat anyone.

 

Lexi kept close to Sora. The girl slept naked under a sewn together shirt, her underwear bunched and tied around her stomach. Sora would rinse them under the icy spray and wring them out. Lexi knew it was a very dangerous practice, but admired her adamancy to always have somewhat clean clothes.

Not worrying if Kasumi woke or not, Sora walked towards the showers, Lexi looming behind her. Lexi knew krav maga.

You don't mess with Lexi.

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Sora used to scream at each gunshot. As she rose from Kasumi's belly, her favorite pillow, her grey locks framed her face perfectly. As she crawled to shake Kasumi awake, Alexis "Lexi" Bishop awoke. Sora's other close friend, the tech worked in the heavy machinery area, usually to help run the computer systems on some of the larger machines.

 

Sora was a maid. She would rise, shower, and then make the journey to the mansion, where she would change into a pristine maid uniform and work there. A few times she would come back with bruises and lacerations on her wrists, and on rare occasions a few burns. Her delicate features made her a prime target for beatings; if one would tie such a fragile girl to a pole and beat her, they'd beat anyone.

 

Lexi kept close to Sora. The girl slept naked under a sewn together shirt, her underwear bunched and tied around her stomach. Sora would rinse them under the icy spray and wring them out. Lexi knew it was a very dangerous practice, but admired her adamancy to always have somewhat clean clothes.

Not worrying if Kasumi woke or not, Sora walked towards the showers, Lexi looming behind her. Lexi knew krav maga.

You don't mess with Lexi.

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(You triple posted, Oath.)

 

Leia woke up immediately, hopping out of her bed. She shared a bed with Draco, so she was careful not to crush him as she got up. She quickly found her maiden uniform, and dashed towards the showers, running ahead of Sora and Lexi. 

Leia was pretty competitive, when it came to everything. 

She got there quickly, throwing her uniform aside and immediately hopping into the shower.

 

(Short post. Kill me NeverBetter.)

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(Someone call Silver; this phone literally tries its best to screw me over)

 

Sora was washed gently by Lexi, the older girl doing her best to rub grime out from Sora's hair, from her back and sides...and elsewhere.

Sora did not care for Leia's competitive nature; she was here to survive. Not win.

As Lexi helped her dry off from the icy spray, slowly dressing as she went.

She headed out - she kept her uniform at the house so no one would steal it.

Edited by Silver Kuroi

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(Someone call Silver; this phone literally tries its best to screw me over)

 

Sora was washed gently by Lexi, the older girl doing her best to rub grime out from Sora's hair, from her back and sides...and elsewhere.

Sora did not care for Leia's competitive nature; she was here to survive. Not win.

As Lexi helped her dry off from the icy spray, slowly dressing as she went.

She headed out - she kept her uniform at the house so no one would steal it.

(Someone call Silver; this phone literally tries its best to screw me over)

 

Sora was washed gently by Lexi, the older girl doing her best to rub grime out from Sora's hair, from her back and sides...and elsewhere.

Sora did not care for Leia's competitive nature; she was here to survive. Not win.

As Lexi helped her dry off from the icy spray, slowly dressing as she went.

She headed out - she kept her uniform at the house so no one would steal it.

(On it)

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Draco leaned up and looked around for a moment, then reached up and rubbed his eyes, he had gotten little sleep last night.

He then scratched his head as he stood up beside the bed, opposite to where Leia had gotten up on.

He stretched and yawned, it was slightly muffled (like most of his speech) because of the gas-mask on the bottom half of his face.

He grabbed his uniform and walked to the showers, slowly waking up, and getting ready for the day

Draco turned on the "cold" water and stepped under it, he still had his gas-mask on, even when showering.

he sighed and began washing himself clean...well...as best as he could.

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Roku had barely woke up. He was still sleepy ,but he got out of bed quick enough. He wondered to his self why is this place so dirty.He tip toed away from his bed, dodging any dirt from around him. He looked like he was about to throw up almost. He just quietly continues to tip toe over every little thing that looked dirty to him. He had seen Draco at the water , so he decided to just go ahead and take his shower. Then he saw that Lexi, Sora, and Leia so he decided to wait. He tried his best going back, and put on his black suit. He had then let out a huge "UGH" because he had to walk all the way back.

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And on the day went. As each person arrived in their respective areas of work, no matter where they went, the day was hard.

 

For the mansion workers, once they arrived, their jobs consisted of talons to the every and any need of the workers with a smile on their face, acting like it was the best thing in the world to work for them, because any who didn't were taken out and shot, then disposed of in any manner the guard saw fit. If the guard wanted, he could beat the worker if they wanted to death, or just about anything else

 

For those wearing gas masks, they were working in the harsh factory's in the camp. Dangerous, out-dated machinery was used in there to make clothes, silverware, the like. The machines were so dangerous that one slight slip and your arm was gone, and after that, you would likely be killed

 

For many others, they're jobs were just as dangerous, but not necessarily needing to be detailed.

 

(Alright, after you all head out to your respective jobs, I will be assigning tasks for you to complete. You will have to complete these tasks as I have directed and within a timely manner or risk being killed. For right now, however, since not everyone has posted, the air is open to conversation if you wish to begin interactions between charater's at this time, I have alloted for a period of time for now to do this, if you so wish. I haven't given out all the jobs by my digression due to the multiple requests for personally-chosen jobs. Mainly, though, your either a machinery worker or your working in the mansion, so you have a huge variety to choose from/endsarcasm. Anyway, go ahead and let your characters chat for a while until we have all of the opening posts, if you so wish. Tommorow, I will be moving the plot forward.)

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Lexi slipped her jumpsuit on. Most of the outdated machinery still needed some computers to run, and she was in charge of making sure errors were fixed. She got herself a gas mask as she arrived finally, dried and ready. She passed hopelessness after hopelessness, until finally she was at her assigned workplace.

 

Sora arrived at the house and slipped into the slightly dilaplated room in the back she and a few other maids would change.  Shedding the longshirt and tugging the lower parts of the maid uniform on. She was pulling the rest up when a cylinder of pure black, hard plastic, rested on her shoulder. She froze immediately, feeling the baton travel to her neck.

"Hello again sweetie."

 Hello Sir."

The asshole of a guard patted her shoulder with the baton. "Might as well leave it off, heard a few more for the staff are being transfered over later today."

"I must be prim and proper at all times."

 

The baton left. "As you are."

 

As he left, Sora shivered. The man relished beating her. She figured out why on the third day; she was one of the most delicate of them all, and beating her meant...that no one was safe.

As a few maids descended to help her finish dressing, a few hugs got her smile back. With two of them holding her hands, they lead her out.

Another day in Paradise Lost.

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Draco stayed as far away from everyone as he could, he didn't mind the nudity, he just felt better cleaning himself alone.

After a couple of minutes he dried off, and put on his old work clothes, and then walked out of the shower room.

Draco then walked back into the bedding room, and sat on his and Leia's bed, and waited for anything.

Edited by Stitches7769

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As soon as he could, Roku decided to "tip-toe" his way back to the showers. He took a cold shower, and put back on his clothes after getting dried up. He looked at everyone that was there with him. He had always thought this place as a purgatory, but he remembered that he had done nothing wrong. He kept on thinking to himself, just thinking, and thinking.

Edited by DawnofRiku

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As soon as he could, Roku decided to "tip-toe" his way back to the showers. he took one nice refreshing hot shower, and put back on his clothes after getting dried up. He looked at everyone that was there with him. He had always thought this place as a purgatory, but he remembered that he had done nothing wrong. He kept on thinking to himself, just thinking, and thinking.

(Uhm, we dont get hot water. The inmates only get cold water.)

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After Leia was done with the shower, she got dressed fairly quickly, drying off her hair the best she could with her towel. She walked off to the room, looking at Draco. 

"I hope you know that you need to get to work ASAP." She said seriously, tying her hair back. 

She slipped on her shoes, and started heading to the main house, where her and the other maids worked. 

She arrived there in no time, getting ready for the hell that awaited her. 

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"I know..." he said to Leia, very calmly "...I was just making sure you we're alright." he continued as he stood up.

Draco made sure his suit was patched up as best as he could, and then put a new filter into his gasmask.

He knew it was going out when he could smell the stench of disease, and rotting corpses

He then walked to the outdated workplace, and waited for whatever would come during this "Fine" day today.

Edited by Stitches7769

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