Nanba Prison (Nanbaka RP Group) discussion

A large cell with a bed, oak table, shower, large wall mirror, multiple vents around the room. Fake windows covered with bars on both sides on his south facing wall. Lights embedded in the ceiling with 6 inches of bulletproof glass between the lights and the surface of the ceiling.

Jericho stands infront of the mirror with less than pleased look on his face as he stared at his alter ego in the mirror. "I don't get your problem. Let me out and we can start getting are escape ready." His alternate side says as he just shook his head.

"I'm going to serve my sentence for what I... You did!. Those horrible things!... You are the reason I've been stuck in this prison and not out having sunday brunch with the squad..." He started to retort before the other voice came back with. "You mean the squad you got butchered due to your clumsiness and negligence." The voice says as he just shook his head. "Shut up, Shut up, Shut up!" He says as he slammed his fist against the mirror. Barely making a scratch of its everything proof surface.

Rowan eagerly made her way to Jericho's cell, her flats making soft tapping noises on the floor. She played with the strap of her jean-bag, both nervous and excited to see her childhood friend. Finally, after turning a final corner, she was able to see the thick door of Jericho's cell. With a new hop in her step, she skipped over to the door, reaching a hand up to wave through the tiny window at the top of the door. "Jericho!" she greeted in her soft, kind voice. With a little blush on her cheeks, she fixed her hair, the neckline of her off-the-shoulder knit sweater, her dark tank top straps, and even blue leggings. This was a ritual she went through every time she went to see Jericho, as she wanted to look nice for him.

"Oh look your anti me drug has arrived, catch you later idiot." He says as Jericho watched his reflection turn back to normal. As he sighed and turned to the door. Looking at the window and smiling slightly. "Hello Rowa." He says a bit loudly through the door as he walked over to his bed. Where he was required to sit while people were entering the cell.

(So, should I just pretend there's a guard with her?)

((For now yes.))

(Her nickname is Ro)

Rowan smiled at the sound of Jericho's voice, and then gestured for the guard to her right to open the door for her. Seeing Jericho made her stomach flutter both nervously and excitedly—he terrified her, but she still deeply cared for the man. "It's nice to see you!" she said softly, thanking the guard before walking into the cell. She couldn't help but flinch when the door was shut and locked behind her. For a moment, she simply gazed at Jericho, reading the atmosphere in the room. Then she smiled and reached into her bag, holding out a lollipop for Jericho. "Here. It's a treat. I know that you don't really eat a lot of sweets, so I thought maybe this once...?" She trailed off, scared to have either disappointed or irritated him.

"Might give me some energy, my... friend... kept me up over the night." He says as he gazed around the room. "Or rather, what ever "Night" is to me now. I haven't seen real sunlight in years." He says as he sighed and took the lollipop out of her hand. Unwrapping it with a slight smirk. "Heh, reminds me of that guy who was completely nuts for candy in our home town. Didn't he own the candy store." He asks as he looked over to her. Trying to fill in some more memories of their past. Or the past he cannot remember very well. 'Maybe the fucker finally got diabetes and keeled over.' The voice said inside of his mind as he blinked the thought away.

Rowan found it hard to laugh, but she did so anyway, hoping that it would make Jericho happy. "Yeah, he did! He was a bit nutty, wasn't he?" she giggled, forcing that gentle smile onto her face. Despite the fact that she was glad he took the candy, she couldn't help but feel worried about him not getting any sleep. "Maybe you should try resting now! I, I'm not good at telling stories, but I could try? I can sing you a lullaby, if you want? Or I could just pet your hair?" Her eyes sparkled, her voice still soft despite the hint of eagerness there. The way she leaned toward him, the bigger smile threatening the corners of her mouth all made it very clear that she was willing to do anything to make Jericho feel better, to get his mind off of the other 'him'.

((Ever looked at the lyrics of a military Cadence song called. Blood On the Risers(Gory Gory What a Helluva Way to Die) Near the end of the lyrics I am pretty sure evil jericho would start singing and come out.))
(view spoiler)[LYRICS:

He was just a rookie trooper and he surely shook with fright.
He checked off his equipment and made sure his pack was tight.
He had to sit and listen to those awful engines roar.
You ain't gonna jump no more.


Chorus:
Gory, gory, what a hell of way to die.
Gory, gory, what a hell of way to die.
Gory, gory, what a hell of way to die.
He ain't gonna jump no more.

"Is everybody happy?" cried the sergeant looking up.
Our hero feebly answered, "Yes", and then they stood him up.
He jumped into the icy blast, his static line unhooked.
And he ain't gonna jump no more.

He counted long, he counted loud, he waited for the shock.
He felt the wind, he felt the cold, he felt the awful drop.
The silk from his reserve spilled out and wrapped around his legs.
And he ain't gonna jump no more.

The risers swung around his neck, connectors cracked his dome.
Suspension lines were tied in knots around his skinny bones.
The canopy became his shroud, he hurtled to the ground.
And he ain't gonna jump no more.

The days he lived and loved and laughed kept running through his mind.
He thought about the girl back home, the one he left behind.
He thought about the medicos and wondered what they'd find.
And he ain't gonna jump no more.

The ambulance was on the spot, the jeeps were running wild.
The medics jumped and screamed with glee, rolled up their sleeves and smiled.
For it had been a week or more since last a 'chute had failed.
And he ain't gonna jump no more.

He hit the ground, the sound was "Splat," his blood went spurting high.
His comrades they were heard to say, "A helluva way to die."
He lay there rolling 'round in the welter of his gore.
And he ain't gonna jump no more.

There was blood upon the risers, there were brains upon the 'chute.
Intestines were a-dangling from his paratrooper suit.
He was a mess, they picked him up and poured him from his boots.
And he ain't gonna jump no more. (hide spoiler)]

(Never heard it, but damn.)

"Guess I could lay my head on your lap. You seem to enjoy as much as I do." He says as he looked over towards for the mirror for a moment before quickly looking away. His gaze traveling down to his hands as he gazed at his scarred knuckles. It was unfortuanete but everything in his cell has the ability to make him remember his past. As he stared out into space for a few moments more he looked back up to her. "So... Uh.. Is that okay with you?." He asks rubbing the back of his head.

Rowan had no problem with him lying with his head on her lap, but she allowed him a moment of silence. When he returned his gaze to her, she was smiling kindly despite the darkness in her eyes. That darkness was due to him, afterall. "Of course," she replied softly, then walking over to the bed. "May I?" She waited for permission before sitting on the bed every time she went to see, as she didn't want to anger Jericho, or his alternate personality.

"You always ask but you know my answer anyways." He says as he walked over to the bed and sighed. "I am back on my meds, so he shouldn't be able to get full control... atleast for a few hours." He says with a smile before. Gesturing for her to sit down. "I'd offer tea but uh, he sort of... broke it." He says pointing over to the smashed tea brewer in the corner. "I'll use what remaining prison points I have for a new one." He comments as he frowned once more.

Rowan sat down once she had permission, watching Jericho as he spoke, her smile still present. "Don't worry, Jericho. You don't need to be so formal with me, either. We've known each other since we were kids," she giggled softly, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. "Oh!" She removed her bag, opening it and pulling out another lollipop for herself. Looking up to grin at Jericho, she then set her bag on the floor. "Jericho, you're gonna lay your head on my lap, right?" Despite the blush on her cheeks, she patted her thighs lightly, welcoming him.

Jericho smiled as he slowly sat down on the bed and gently rested his head in her lap. Her thighs were comfy to him, and were quite effective in drawing out a yawn from him. "I'll try and get some shut eye Ro..." He started before yawning again. "...just what ever you do... don't look at the..." He says before falling asleep on the girls lap. Already resting soundly under her care.

Rowan smiled down at the man when he rested his head in her lap, and despite the bright blush on her cheeks, began softly petting his hair. She gave an occasional, gentle stroke along his jawline, and soon enough he was asleep. Her thin eyebrows furrowed though and she tilted her head confusedly. "Don't look at the what...?" she mumbled. Contrary to what Jericho had instructed, due to her biting curiosity, she looked around the room, a cute pout on her lips. She was about to give up when her eyes finally landed on the mirror across the room.

There standing behind them in the reflection was the golden eyed sharp teethed version of Jericho standing there with his hands behind his back. "Been awhile Red..." He says through the mirror while walking around to put his hand on her shoulder. While he wasn't actually in the room. It would probably feel like his hand was actually there. "The meds and your presence seem to work in keeping me locked away." He says with a chuckle.

Rowan froze, wide-eyed, at the sight of the man in the mirror. She had already come to identify him as someone separate from Jericho, but it was still terrifying to see such a smile on her best friend's face. Tears welled up in her eyes and she flinched hard when she felt his hand land on her shoulder, her small body shaking hard with each quick thump of her heart. The hand she had in the real Jericho's hair tightened unconsciously, as if her body recognized that she needed to wake him up. She couldn't think straight. She couldn't even think, not with Jericho's hand on her shoulder. Not when she couldn't even rip her gaze away from the mirror. After what felt like an eternity, she managed to clamp her eyes shut with a pathetic whimper.

"You were so happy a second ago. Is it that you can feel my strong emotions?. My will to kill." The twisted side says almost as if he was in her mind. "You love him but you fear me. Seems like you've got a pretty bad deal. You know, I could actually do you a favor next time I get control. I could kill myself and let him back in. So he could write a lovey dovey note for you with his own blood." He says as his simple sentences sounded as if they could kill.

Tears started slipping down Rowan's cheeks, her body shaking harder with each sentence he spoke. She leaned as far as she could from the feeling of his breath, she grip she had on Jericho's hair likely starting to become painful. "Please... Y-you...you've hurt him e-enough... Stop h-hurting him," she begged weakly. Despite the fact that she had enough strength to say something to him, she was too afraid to move, held in place by fear as his strong desire to kill flooded her mind. She could see all of the ways he was picturing her death and it paralyzed her.

"Why should I hurt him when I can just scare you into doing it yourself?." He laughed loudly at the grip she had on his head. "You really entered the wrong line of work. Why don't you forget he exists and go be a spineless emphatic moron somewhere else." He says as Jericho grunted from the grip she had on his head. While the twisted side continued have his laugh echo around.

Rowan flinched when she realized that she was hurting Jericho, instantly releasing him and then slapping that hand over her mouth. "S-stop... I... It was an ac-accident... I...," she whispered, shaking her head furiously, her eyes having flashed open the second she had felt how tightly she was gripping his hair. "I... I'm sorry..." Instead of unintentionally harming Jericho again, she wrapped her arms around herself, digging her nails into her right arm. She soon felt her nails break skin, and at that point, her hair was in bristles.

In a moment something did actually grab onto her shoulder but was quickly knocked away. As Jericho was off her lap and struggling with... himself. It looked as if he was fighting with a flesh and blood twin of himself. "Ro get out of the cell now!" Jericho says as he slammed his fist against his evil self and as it connected they both recoiled.

"Oh so this is how we greet eachother!? I like it!" His evil self yells as he hits back as a mark appeared on his face. Golden eyes versus Green. That was the only real distinguishing feature between them . Aside from the obviously sharper teeth on his evil side.

Rowan's shriek cut off the second the hand on her shoulder was knocked away. She watched for a moment, still frozen in terror until sense caught up with her. It seemed an eternity, but only a second passed between Jericho slapping off the hand on her shoulder and her leaping to her feet and sprinting over to the door, in tears. She banged on the door with all her might, which, unsurprisingly, wasn't much. The woman even tried reaching through the barred window at the top of the cell door, but she was too short to reach, even standing on her toes. "H-help! Please! O-o-open the door!" she cried, choking on her tears and her fear, shaking too hard to speak properly.

"Come on if we kill her, I can play without your damn remorse!" The darker toned voice yelled. As fighting could be heard well from the outside of the door. Though instead of the regular guard opening the door. It was the masked man known as the first officer of the Warden.

"Step aside if you please, caretaker." He says in a pleasant but dark tone as he stood almost taller than the door. His burgandy and black suit was almost as unmistakable as the mask he wore. As he simply waited for Rowan to step out of the way.

Rowan flinched at the sudden sight of the man, nodding shakily and then slowly stepping out of the way. "P... Please don't h-hurt him," she begged softly, clasping her hands together. This officer terrified her almost as much as the other 'Jericho' did, and it was mostly due to the facts of him being nearly three times her height and the creepy mask he wore. He was also the warden's first officer for a reason, and if that wasn't enough reason to fear him and try and stay on his good side, thinking of how he attained the job seemed to be.

"Just like dogs who need reminder with a rolled up newspaper. These two need a nice reminder of why they are down here and not up there." The man says as he snapped his finger. Both Jericho's slamming into walls on either side of the room. Then been held on their perspective sides. "So it appears you two are connected even when disconnected. Very interesting." The Officer chimed as he kept his hands behind his back. As he seemed to be restraining them with just a simple thought. "Are you injured?,... Miss?." Asking for a name and if she was okay. While he didn't even look at her.

Rowan flinched, slapping a hand over her mouth when both Jericho's slammed into opposite walls. "J-Jericho," she squeaked, finding it hard not to go over to him. She flinched again at the sound of the new man's voice, looking up at him with wide, fearful eyes. "O-oh, um... Um, R-Rowan...Br-Breen... I'm his care-caretaker... I...I also work as a s-sort of th-therapist for the oth-other prisoners..." She was shaking hard, but her fear did not come from Jericho's other personality anymore. No, instead it was fueled by the tall man beside her.

"I also asked if you were hurt miss Breen. You seem more rattled than the guards in building 5. Well. Either way. Please leave the cell and do not come back for awhile. These two will be sedated until they merge back together. Cannot have that one attempting any foul play against himself." He says nodding to the sharp toothed version of Jericho. The masked man turned back to her with that horrible smiling mask. "All will be fine now. So run along and file your report on today's issues." He says with a smooth almost pleased tone.

Rowan flushed brightly with embarrassment, her eyes welling up in her eyes. "I-I-I'm n-not hurt! H...he d-didn't hurt me, s-so... So, it's... I-I'll...," she stuttered, her small body shaking hard. The officer's mask made her shriek a bit in fear, clutching her chest and even stumbling back a step. "J-Jericho, I-I'll wait outs-side!" She practically ran out of the cell, unaware that she had left her bag inside it, on the floor beside Jericho's bed. Once she was in the hall, she ducked against the wall, her hands clamped hard over her ears and her legs pulled up to her chest. Jericho's anger, his terrifying methods of killing her ran through her head, and ended up making her tears slip down her cheeks. With her hair in harsh spikes, she buried her face against her knees, crying softly.

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((Might just have to introduce one of my other characters early aswell. XD. Neither of the current ones present are very comforting currently.))

(What do you mean?)

((Man with the mask isn't actually complete yet XP.))

(Oh... So what do you wanna do...? I really rp them...)

((Well, I was actually going to bring in another character to try and comfort Rowan while The masked man deals with the pair of problems in the cell.))

(Oh, alright... Who is it?)

((Everyones favorite emotionless officer. :D))

"Miss Breen, are you alright?." The familiar voice asks as the cyan eyed man walked towards her. His look would probably be comforting by itself considering he was one of the more... (Normal) officers. "Would you like me to bring you down the hall. I believe you are being affected by proximity to your... friend." He says as he crouched down beside her.
((You can make her great friends with him if you want. He is probably someone she could confide in. XD))

(What's his name...?)

((Tacitus Blanq))

Rowan squeaked and flinched harshly at the sound of the man's deep voice, looking up at him with wide eyes. She was frozen, but it didn't last after the tears started slipping down her cheeks again. Releasing an almost child-like sob, she leapt to her feet and threw herself at him, wrapping her arms around his waist while she wailed, "Tacitus!" Pulling back just enough to look up at him, she whimpered his name again. "T-Tacitussss... J-Jericho, h-he... The man... The creepy mask...!" She couldn't get out a proper sentence, and in the end just buried her face in the man's stomach, easily dwarfed by him.

"It is okay my friend. You are not in danger anymore. Use your empathy on me to calm your nerves. It seems that is what I am good for anyways." He says as he wiped some tears off of her face with the cuff of his shirt. Gazing down at her with a neutral look on his face. The one that was sometimes disconcerting, but other times. Some how comforting. As he never showed any real negative emotions. (Or much of positive ones at that.)

Rowan scrunched her face at the touch of Tacitus's sleeve, sniffling a bit and then nodding at his advice. She tapped into the man's emotions, just enough to calm herself. "Y-you're too blank...," she whispered, wiping at her eyes with her sweaterpaws, sniffling again. "I... I don't w-wanna leave him..." She looked over at the cell door, putting one hand on her chest while the other gripped at Tacitus like a child. "H...he... I... I can c-calm him down... Th-that man might h-hurt him, Tacitus... I... I can help...!"

Tacitus held onto her and kept her from running in. Ignoring the blank comment as he shook his head. "It's best to do what the first officer orders. He is not going to cause any true damage to your friend. Lets just head over to the guard break room. Let him do his work and you will be able to see Jericho again soon." He says as he looked down at her with his blank expression.

Rowan looked up at Tacitus for a moment, searching his eyes for anything other than blankness. Finding nothing, she sent another look at the cell door. H-he's right... I'll be able to see Jericho soon... I...I shouldn't mess anything up by going in..., she told herself, swallowing dryly. "I... I need to tell Jericho that I'm gonna leave... Yeah. Yeah, I have to tell him. I'll tell him through the little window... I just have to tell him that I'll leave... And that I'll be back as soon as..." She trailed off, finding herself at a loss. When, exactly, would she be able to see him again? When would the first officer deem him ready? She trembled a bit, thinking about it.

It was difficult for him to show any compassion, or even some semblance of his own empathy. "Even entering his vision or thoughts might interupt or slow the progress of the officer. I am truly sorry miss breen but, I cannot... let you... inter..." He says as he seemed to be losing his train of thought. "Let us go to the guard room and we can chat like we always do." He says with his usual look though he somehow managed to give off a little bit of friendly vibes.

Rowan looked up at the tall man with a small gasp, her eyes widening and then welling up with tears all over again. "B-but...! T-T-Tacitus...! J-J-Jeric-cho...!" she wailed, her small body shaking. The best bet now was to just grab her hand and lead her away. She was too weak to protest physically, and she would be too busy crying to verbally fight against him.

"Jericho will be fine Miss Breen. He has gone on long inside these walls. He will be okay." He says as he lead her away by the wrist. Shaking his head, he didn't really want to do this to her. Though he knew it would be better for her if she didn't possibly irritate the head officer. As he pulled her along something gave his mind a bit of a jolt. As he gazed back to her and saw black hair instead of red. Shaking his head as threw away the vision.

Rowan shook her head furiously, trying to fight against the man's grip, but she was too weak. "T-Tacitus..! Tacitus, p-please... I..I can help him! I can c-calm him down..!" she begged, the big tears in her eyes now slipping down her cheeks. "P-please... He's my b-b-best friend... Tacitus... He's my best f-friend... I j-just... I can h-help him...!" Despite how she continued to try and convince him, she had stopped struggling against his grip on her.