Name: Amber Fey Age: 17 Role: Prisoner Appearance: http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d20/s ... 9d1dd4.jpg Crime Imprisoned for: Killing the prosecutor who had made her sister receive a guilty verdict -for a crime she was innocent of- which in turn led to the execution of her sister. She also killed the judge and the head detective for the case as a bonus. She is surprisingly good at concocting poisons, since this was what she used to exterminate the three people mentioned before. Bio: Her sister was the only family she had left. Their mother died because of cancer while their father was a drunkard who abandoned them after the death of their mother. She was opting to be a doctor once she finished her studies but because of her imprisonment, this dream of hers was postponed. Although this was the first time she was imprisoned, she had already been stealing a little when she was young but had never been suspected of. Personality: Amber's actually a very normal teenage girl. Shy at first but very outgoing once you get to know her. But despite of her bright, bubbly side she's a force to be reckoned with. She has a sadistic side that she hides from everyone around her. And when she wants revenge, she'll do anything to get it. Extra: Because of her innocent face she could get away with almost anything.
Name: Allison "Alice" Smith Age: 19 Role: Prisoner Appearance: Crime Imprisoned For: Killing her boyfriend and bestfriend for cheating on her. Then proceeding to get their hearts and burn it in the fireplace of their apartment. Bio: Her bestfriend and boyfriend were the two people she trusted the most. Ever since that incident, she had built up walls around her and shut everyone off. She had never trusted anyone else since then. Personality: Cold, mysterious, quiet, wary of the people around her.
Name: Claire Evans Age: 17 Role: Prisoner Appearance: Crime Imprisoned For: Due to her short temper, she was arrested for stabbing a group of girls -who had blocked her path home and proceeded to mock her- near their hearts, eventually leading them to their deaths because of blood loss. When asked by the police why she didn't killed them right away, she had simply replied with a short "Why should I?" along with a smug smirk, an underlying meaning in her sentence. 'Torture.' Bio: Before she had been imprisoned, she had also been involved in a gang. She was exposed to the harsh reality of the world at an early age. Personality: Claire likes torture. She isn't afraid to show her sadistic side. She also loves the sight of blood on other people, but she hates seeing her own blood. Meaning she hates getting hurt. She is impatient most of the time but can adjust her patience if she deems it's worth it.
Setting It's the middle of the night when the group of prisoners get dropped at the bottom of a mountain. This mountain is safe at a certain height. The abombinations can reach you, but they are currently self absorbed by the fresh crop of wildlife dropped off on the island too. Each prisoner is still in their prison jumpsuit, countless backpacks, food and medical supplies. The army helicopter, or the chinook to be specific, takes off again, leaving the prisoners stranded with no direction of the communication point. The scientists sit in a military CCTV room, watching the abombinations and the prisoners to make sure none of the two groups find each other. Maeve sits with her legs curled up in front of her, clutching at a mug of tea in her slightly cold hands. She silently watches the screen, aware that she needed as many prisoners as possible alive, so that the British government can take them in as fugitives. Kesi takes a backpack and fills it with a few of the things she would need. She packs a sleeping bag, tent and ropes as well as food, can opener, retractable blade, a disassembled rifle and a small medical kit. Whitey sits on a log in the prepared camp, packing a small backpack of essentials. "This reminds me of the stake out I done before one of my hits. Good times that was. I done quite a few of these over my time before I got caught ten years ago, I can't run as well as I used to." He rambles, not knowing if anyone was listening. Setting It's the middle of the night when the group of prisoners get dropped at the bottom of a mountain. This mountain is safe at a certain height. The abombinations can reach you, but they are currently self absorbed by the fresh crop of wildlife dropped off on the island too. Each prisoner is still in their prison jumpsuit, countless backpacks, food and medical supplies. The army helicopter, or the chinook to be specific, takes off again, leaving the prisoners stranded with no direction of the communication point. The scientists sit in a military CCTV room, watching the abombinations and the prisoners to make sure none of the two groups find each other. Maeve sits with her legs curled up in front of her, clutching at a mug of tea in her slightly cold hands. She silently watches the screen, aware that she needed as many prisoners as possible alive, so that the British government can take them in as fugitives. Kesi takes a backpack and fills it with a few of the things she would need. She packs a sleeping bag, tent and ropes as well as food, can opener, retractable blade, a disassembled rifle and a small medical kit. Whitey sits on a log in the prepared camp, packing a small backpack of essentials. "This reminds me of the stake out I done before one of my hits. Good times that was. I done quite a few of these over my time before I got caught ten years ago, I can't run as well as I used to." He rambles, not caring if anyone was listening.
Troy lays in the cold snow, blood covering his face, his arm slightly broken. He is unconscious breathing weakly.
Amber looks around the site. Looking at the looming snow-covered pine trees that surrounded them, she felt nervous as she thought of the things that further lies in the island they were currently standing on. Letting out a sigh under her breath, she followed Kelsi's lead and started packing her own bag stuffing in everything that she thought would be of use. Just as Amber rummaged through the medical supplies, she found a couple of empty vials and syringes. "Strange, wonder why they'd include these." She whispered under her breath. "Oh well. They'd surely be useful at some point." Without hesitation Amber shoved the vials and the syringes inside her pack. Once again she looked at their surroundings and into the gloomy shadows of the pine trees just as she zipped up her bag. "It's times like these when I wish Sis was still alive." She muttered a downcast look upon her face. Alice watched what everyone was doing. 'These people are strangers. They'd likely betray you sometime soon. Don't ever trust them.' She continued to replay that single sentence into her mind as she moved from where she was currently standing, over to the medical supplies stopping next to Amber, but at the same time making sure to keep her guard up. They were all prisoners because of various crimes they had committed. Who knows what the other was capable of. When Amber made no move to speak to her(which Alice was truly grateful for) she grabbed a few bandages and other things she thought she needed. Also grabbing a small elastic bland from the medical kit, Alice tied her brown hair into a side ponytail. Blending with the shadows, Claire started to observe everyone. Unlike Alice, Claire observed not watch. She weighed all the pros and cons of their current situation. She tried to read all of her co-prisoners as much as she could, but apparently not everyone was as open as Amber. Claire could detect at least a miniscule hint of nervousness and anxiety in Amber's eyes but the rest, no luck. Her hand slowly moved to the side of her right thigh, patting it gently to see if her lucky knife was still there. A smug smirk made it's way to her lips. Of course the military people had no idea she still had her knife with her. No one knew she had her knife with her. She hadn't been part of a gang for nothing. Satisfied by the feeling of the un-noticeable bulk that the knife made, Claire wiped any emotion from her face and made her way to the supplies. Getting as much as she deemed necessary.
Alex had grabbed a backpack and stuffed it with enough ammo and guns. Valeri was doing the same. She looked at Kesi as she grabbed a gun
Troy still remains still, bleeding from cuts everywhere after being tortured back I'm jail as punishment for saving his sister's life.