NationStates Jolt Archive

OOC:
This is the RP side of ViZion's exportation of criminal teens and adults to an untamed, unclaimed island called Prigione (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=533189). It's a free-flowing RP allowing you to RP one of the exported criminals. Note, these are all teens and adults above the age of 13 who are murderers and rapists.

This is also a continue RP... you are welcome to join at any time, coming to this island on one of the many ships. You can RP your character as any age (13+ years old), who had committed either of those crimes, and however long they've been there (This started several decades ago) and doing whatever. If you want, you can RP them setting up their own primative island government, or going rouge. Whatever, it's free flowing. :) Note, they have nothing but the cloths they're wearing, which, to say, isn't even that comfortable. No nothing but that.

Please post here for the character RP part, in the link provided above for the gov't end of things. Thanks!

IC:
Yet again, as happens in each month, a ship arrived near the island of Prigione. This particular ship carried a smaller load, just 89 criminals were onboard. 800 feet out, they were forced off the ship, to swim to the island. Today was a particularly stormy day, with winds upto 80 miles per hour, heavy rain, and severe surf. After the 89 criminals were forced into the water, the ship left them to make their way to the island, inhabited with what was believed to be around 2,000 people who were still alive.

OOC: Would you mind if I take people off to use as mercenaries?

OOC: Would you mind if I take people off to use as mercenaries?
OOC: If ya follow the link within the link (lol it's a chain!) then you'd see that I've said since we have taken these peoples citizenship away from them and it's not an island controlled by ViZion, we wont/cant stop people from taking anyone. But if you do take a few people, please post that in the other thread. This is the char RP side of this RP/announcement. You wanna RP someone btw?

occ: i like this idea


IC: Devon Booker was one of the 89 Criminals board the ship bound for the Island of Prigone. He was a Martial Arts Champion Learning many styles for
his age.he has continuly trained since he was 4 years old. althought the
government of Angaor considered him to be Criminal and sent him to Vizion to be sent to Prigone. he was actually defending himself from four teenage boy twice his size and height after killing three of them and serious injuring one
after he seriously underesimate his power.the court determine he was to dangerous

im writing a bio now

aye do we post here or on the link idk so i just posted it here

OOC: For the character part, you'd post here... for the gov't end of things, you'd post in the link...

ight cool

Devon was forced into the water.he figured it was only about a two mile swim to island.Althought he was a strong swimmer he figure it was still
goin to be a very hard swim.he swim foward its took about 35 mins for him
to reach the beach.he arrived with several other prisoners he sat down and rested for a while. he know none of the other prisoners and figured it would be best for him to lone for awhile till he could find some one who would not have a face that was grouchy and tired. beacause he would not like to start any fights anymore

are u playing a character

OOC: If ya follow the link within the link (lol it's a chain!) then you'd see that I've said since we have taken these peoples citizenship away from them and it's not an island controlled by ViZion, we wont/cant stop people from taking anyone. But if you do take a few people, please post that in the other thread. This is the char RP side of this RP/announcement. You wanna RP someone btw?

Sure, think I can RP a recruiter?

Devon was forced into the water.he figured it was only about a two mile swim to island.Althought he was a strong swimmer he figure it was still
goin to be a very hard swim.he swim foward its took about 35 mins for him
to reach the beach.he arrived with several other prisoners he sat down and rested for a while. he know none of the other prisoners and figured it would be best for him to lone for awhile till he could find some one who would not have a face that was grouchy and tired. beacause he would not like to start any fights anymore
OOC: A quick tip for RPing... use correct grammer, it helps out alot. ;)

Sure, think I can RP a recruiter?
OOC: No, no recruiters. Well, at least at this time til the RP gets going. Just characters for now... the criminals that is.

Brad Giggs had just washed up on the short, having lost most of his energy trying to fight the wicked surf and terrible storm. A 13 year old who had been into drugs and had been convicted of raping three girls ranging from 13-15 years old earlier in the year, as well as the murder of another teenager in a drug-deal-gone-wrong, he attempted to attack the judge at his hearing.

His life, growing up, was not a good one. His father had molested him for years, his mother was a crack addict, and he knew no boundaries. At the age of 10, he left home and began living on the streets.

Now, here he was, just two months from turning 14, washing up on an island with criminals even worse than himself.

He crawled up the beach and away from the water before collapsing and falling asleep.

Several hours later, about 8 AM, he awoke with the sun in his eyes. Uhhh... he murmured, Where am I? He began to wake up, rubbing the sand, sea salt, and sleep from his eyes. He began blinking, trying to adjust his eyes to the bright sun above him. The storm had cleared.

"What the... where am... Oh fuck!" he said aloud, finally realizing what had happened. He tried to get up, but his muscles are extremely stiff, his body sore, and he had a stabbing pain in his left wrist. I hope my wristle isn't broken! he thought to himself, cringing at the pain.

He finally managed to get up, and began to stretch, trying to loosen up his muscles. After a couple minutes, he walked onto the beach and looked around. He was obviously on a tropical island, where with what looked like a tropical forest behind him, the warm sun radiating on him, and the sand heating his feet.

"Man..." he said, "This sucks... now what do I do?" he said as he walked along the beach. His eyes began to water. "Why?" he wondered aloud. "How'd I become what I am?" He began to think back to that fateful day. Images of a knife pludging into the other boy on the ground. Sounds of blood curdling shrieks and screams. Furiously slamming the boys head against some rocks. "Why? How?" he wondered as he came to, tears begining to stream down his face.

Devon decided to start walk across the island.he had to found one person who he could trust and depend on and eventually came across chris he stop
and looked at him he figured that he was a person with a honest face so he stop and said

Hey my name is Devon do you know the name of this island said Devon

Max "Dino" Dinofrio.......what could you say about him that hasn't already been said? Considered one of the worst criminals in history, he lived apart from the others on the island. Even the run-of-the-mill murderers and rapists kept away from him. Why?

He was crazy. Crazy was actually a vast understatement, as the battery of psychiatrists and psychologists who had case-studied him failed to find a niche to place him in. They tried to for a little over a year, right after he tortured and killed two nuns. They abandoned their efforts abruptly when he somehow broke free of his restraints and tore the throat out of one of the docs with his teeth. Fortunately for him, there were enough bleeding-heart liberals who were against the death penalty, and so he was shipped, bound in chains and gagged with duct tape, to the place called Prigione. He was unceremoniously dropped onto the sandy shore, the key to his chains in a breast pocket. A day and a half later, a most unfortunate woman found him, fished the key out of his pocket and set him free.

No one ever found her body.

He lived deep in the jungle, towards the center of the island, next to a small waterfall and a spring. Curiously enough, his "home" was spotless. Trim, tidy, well organized.

He was aware of others on the island, but he left them alone as long as they left him alone. He hunted for his food, often stalking and killing it with his bare hands. Plenty of coconuts and kiwi fruit for everyone.

He was sitting on a home-made chair when he became aware of someone peering at him through the brush. Normally, he would amble over to the intruder, smile and ask their name, then disembowell them with one of his various knives that he fashioned out of the shinbones of the last person who wandered into his territory.

He was of a mind to do the same with this one when he saw that it was a child.....a female child. His dark, twisted mind began going through scenarios, none of which were pleasent. Just as he had decided on skinning her and then consuming the heart, she spoke.

"Hey mister! Wanna see my dolly?"

Something about the child's voice made him change his mind, at least temporarily. A sweet, melodious sound that almost instantly calmed his restless, violent mind.

He gestured her over, a rare smile on his face............

Brad had no idea what to do. He knew there were people would may not even think twice before doing something to him. He had no one he knew and could rely on. For the first time since the murder, he was actually afraid. Certainly, he thought, I'm getting was coming for me. He walked aimlessly, looking out at the vast, seemingly endless ocean, making glances into the forest.

Jason had been on that island forsaken by civilization for at least 4 years, at least as far as anyone can remember. He had just suddenly appeared one day, stumbling, soaked and silent. He was shipped there when he was 20. Over the years, he had learned the hard way that no friendships or alliances can last in such unforgiving conditions. He moved into the forest after his 3rd year, built himself a little hut and broke off the majority of contact with the other islanders. He liked company, sure, but never trusted anyone when they were hunting or fighting.

He had made himself a knife a few years ago and often, after capturing and eating the animals he hunted for, would skin them and leave their skin outside his hut, as a form of territorial marker. As he often said, the only friend he needed was himself and his knife.

He was sitting on the ground outside his hut, whittling away at a small tree branch, trying to make a small statue of a bear.

Devon contiuned walking think to him self how did i get into this.
he went to a near by tree and grabbed a Branch and tore off the Limbs on it. And grabbed
a stone he sharped the Edge for about 15 mins he walked towards the water.
he continue to walk in the water until its was up to his knees. he patiently wait
for Ten Minutes until he saw a fish with one quick stab he caught it then he stab another.
He carried the fishes back to the beach where he layed them on his shirt.
After that he Grab six long strong branches he took two of them
and Placed them in the ground and placed stones around them so they wouldnt fall out of place .
he took the other one and constructed them intoa square.
Then he grab several small branches and laid them across the Square.
he then find and took about 60 Large Leaves placed them on the
square and took thin stripes of other leaves tie the leaves on square. he
took a sharp point it rock and cut holes threw four of the long branchs.
he stuck two short but strong sticks threw one of the holes to create
a stopper for the square from falling.then he placed one side of the square
on one of the long branchs and placed the other one on the other side.he
was finally finished. It took him a hour and a half to complete he took some
stones and made a circle inside of his shelter and he grabed stickes and leaves to put in side of the circle.when he finally got his fire started he started to debone the fishes once he was done he placed four stripes of fish on a stick and placed over the fire. Once they were done he ate three of them and deicde to save the rest for later he begin to think about his home and said to his self
why me i have never done anything that i felt was wrong said Devon to his self

The Prison ship bobbed up and down in the stormy ocean, bellow was the prisoners each locked in their cells. Mayumi was one of these. 15 years old convicted for Doube Homicide. Mayumi lost her mother at a young age her father was a previous felon who was somewhere. Like father like daughter. She was a maid a servant, more like a slave to the family she worked for. The middle aged couple ran her ragged and always insulted her. They paid her slave wages and they ceritanly didn't care to share their wealth. After a night of screaming over burnt dinner which was hardly her fault, she snapped grabbed a shotgun and shot them both in bed. Now she was on her way to middle of no where in the ocean. "Time to go." The doors were opend she was shackled again and brought up into the rain and wind. The shakles we're removed They had to make their own way on shore and she managed. Now she needed to build shelter. Though what was the point? She was going to die here.

Devon could see off in the distance another ship dropping off Prisoners.
Soon he started to worry more and more. So he start practicing Tai Chi to relieve some of his stress He soon starting meditate which he had doubts
beacause of what people might think of him or his Buddahist Religon
after he finished meditating Decide it would be better to arm himself with
more than one weapon. Decide it would be better to arm himself with more than one weapon.
He soon Created two more Spears with Arrowhead Points instead of Wood tip.
he created two Knives to carry around his belt He thought to himself
he created some pretty good points. He thought to himself that he want a
weapon with some range such as bow. But he deicded that he was too tired
so he went to Sleep hoping he could survive the second night

Jason stood up, went inside his hut and came out with a spear. He walked down to the little stream that ran beside his hut and pointed the spear's jagged edge towards the water. When he saw a fish, he threw the spear at it, impaled it, took the spear again and walked back to his home. He sat outside, gathered some branches together in a pile. He took two flint pieces out of his pocket and began to hit them together over the branches.

bump

Brad had been sleeping on the beach for the past week. He had yet to gather up the guts to enter more than a quarter mile into the forest. However, having not eatten much at all, and with very little of anything to drink, he knew he had to make his way deeper into the trees.

The three people (their info/crimes can be seen here (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=13199956&postcount=18)) have been dropped off a mile off shore.

OOC: RP will come shortly... good RP

OOC imported_ViZion MIA for sometime now so the RPs dead

OOC imported_ViZion MIA for sometime now so the RPs dead
OOC: oh... well, being a CRP do we need him? Seems like it's pretty free-flowing?

OOC imported_ViZion MIA for sometime now so the RPs dead

Yeah he has, but i will rp with tho i you want me to cause i was signed up for it anyway

Frank was the first to make it to the island. He managed to drag himself out of the water and a few feet onto the beach before he collapsed. So tired... he thought to himself as he closed his eyes and fell asleep.

Just a few moments behind him was Terry. At this point, he struggled to keep his head above water. He could barely swim anymore. Luckily for him, the current was bringing him closer to the island, and the waves help move him even faster the closer he got.

Molly, however, was a champ in swimming. She had won many swimming competition, including long-range swimming. As such, she had little trouble making it to the island. As she got to the beach, she rushed out of the water, and began to look around at her surroundings. Well, damn... this might suck... he thought... Actually, it might be kinda fun... he said with a smurk on her face. She promptly headed into the forest.

Devon notice some more prisoner being dropped off he notice the girl come up on the beach he thought to him. she is fine and then he saw the two boys and decided to introduce him and see if they know any survival techniques. he walked up to them and said

Whats good my name is devon and i dont know about yall but i dont think im last out just off of fish said Devon

Devon notice some more prisoner being dropped off he notice the girl come up on the beach he thought to him. she is fine and then he saw the two boys and decided to introduce him and see if they know any survival techniques. he walked up to them and said

Whats good my name is devon and i dont know about yall but i dont think im last out just off of fish said Devon
As Terry made his way up the beach, he leaned over, tired and trying to catch his breath. He had never had to swim like that before. He thought he was in shape, but realized he wasn't in as good of shape as he though.

Suddenly, he heard someone talking, and was startled, jumping up and back to face this Devon.

"Don't fucking do that to me you piece of shit!" he yelled, his face turning red and his fists clinched tight. He looked at him for a few seconds before starting to relax. "I'm Terry..." he said, still clearly upset over being startled like that.

As Terry made his way up the beach, he leaned over, tired and trying to catch his breath. He had never had to swim like that before. He thought he was in shape, but realized he wasn't in as good of shape as he though.

Suddenly, he heard someone talking, and was startled, jumping up and back to face this Devon.

"Don't fucking do that to me you piece of shit!" he yelled, his face turning red and his fists clinched tight. He looked at him for a few seconds before starting to relax. "I'm Terry..." he said, still clearly upset over being startled like that.


"Aye dats my bad but i aight not piece shit tho". So you got watch who you labeling blood. said Devon

"Aye dats my bad but i aight not piece shit tho". So you got watch who you labeling blood. said Devon
"Whatever." Terry said. "What the hell is this place?" he wondered aloud.

Molly made her way into the thick, lush forest. She knew it would be dangerous. She had heard of this place before on the news. Over the decades, thousands had been sent here. And, it was clear, it had yet to become tame.

It took her about half an hour before she came to a small clearing. There was a pond off to the right on the far side of the clearing, which wasn't more than about 10 feet deep and 15 feet wide. Here, she determined, she would setup camp.

"Whatever." Terry said. "What the hell is this place?" he wondered aloud.

Some fucking island i havent went in the forest yet said Devon

Some fucking island i havent went in the forest yet said Devon
"This is fucked up. Damnit. I was told I'd be going 'somewhere' that they said I'd regret my past for. But this? What the hell. There's guards here or what?" he asked.

Brad walked along the beach when he saw something. He got down to keep from being seen, watching the two people in the distance.

bump to continue?

Max "Dino" Dinofrio.......what could you say about him that hasn't already been said? Considered one of the worst criminals in history, he lived apart from the others on the island. Even the run-of-the-mill murderers and rapists kept away from him. Why?

He was crazy. Crazy was actually a vast understatement, as the battery of psychiatrists and psychologists who had case-studied him failed to find a niche to place him in. They tried to for a little over a year, right after he tortured and killed two nuns. They abandoned their efforts abruptly when he somehow broke free of his restraints and tore the throat out of one of the docs with his teeth. Fortunately for him, there were enough bleeding-heart liberals who were against the death penalty, and so he was shipped, bound in chains and gagged with duct tape, to the place called Prigione. He was unceremoniously dropped onto the sandy shore, the key to his chains in a breast pocket. A day and a half later, a most unfortunate woman found him, fished the key out of his pocket and set him free.

No one ever found her body.

He lived deep in the jungle, towards the center of the island, next to a small waterfall and a spring. Curiously enough, his "home" was spotless. Trim, tidy, well organized.

He was aware of others on the island, but he left them alone as long as they left him alone. He hunted for his food, often stalking and killing it with his bare hands. Plenty of coconuts and kiwi fruit for everyone.

He was sitting on a home-made chair when he became aware of someone peering at him through the brush. Normally, he would amble over to the intruder, smile and ask their name, then disembowell them with one of his various knives that he fashioned out of the shinbones of the last person who wandered into his territory.

He was of a mind to do the same with this one when he saw that it was a child.....a female child. His dark, twisted mind began going through scenarios, none of which were pleasent. Just as he had decided on skinning her and then consuming the heart, she spoke.

"Hey mister! Wanna see my dolly?"

Something about the child's voice made him change his mind, at least temporarily. A sweet, melodious sound that almost instantly calmed his restless, violent mind.

He gestured her over, a rare smile on his face............


The girl, whose name turned out to be Samantha, wound up staying for awhile. In fact, it's been almost a week, and no one had come looking for her. Max had mixed feeling about that. On one hand, he was happy to have her with him. They sang little songs she had taught him, played with a little
tea set he had stashed away so long ago. On the other hand, he was pretty much set in his ways, a loner, and he had no illusions about his mental state and questionable character. After all, he wasn't sent here because he won a sweepstakes prize.

"Sam, come on over here for a second." The girl stood up, smoothed her bright, flowery dress that Max had given her, and skipped over to where he was sitting in the late afternoon sun.

"Sam, did you come here with anybody?"

She looked at him quizzically. "No. I came here all by myself. You know that."

He smiled. "No, honey, not here where we are now, but here on the island. Was there a boat, or ship that dropped you and maybe a few others on the beach?"

She beamed a big smile. "Oh yes! There was Bonnie, Charlie, Marge, Stan and Erica."

A shadow momentarily crossed his face. "Where are they now, Sam? Do you know?"

Sam wrinkled her brow in thought. "Well, Marge, Stan and Bonnie went for a walk one night, but didn't come back. I guess they found a place to live somewhere. Charlie and Erica are at their place."

Max froze for a second when he realized that the three people he knocked unconscious, tied up, and methodically tortured were probably Marge, Stan, and Bonnie. They intruded into his space just a few days before Samantha wandered into his camp. He wasn't worried about anyone finding them. They had become shark bait shortly after they screamed out their lives under his numerous razor-sharp knives.

"Do you know where Charlie and Erica's place is, honey?"

She again thought about it, then pointed off to her left. "I think it's over that way. Sorta near the water."

Max smiled. "Good girl. Maybe some day we can take a walk over there and see how theyr'e doing, okay?"

"OOOHH, that would be fun, Max. Can we go soon?"

"Yes, honey........soon......."