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Index
First Post-Welcome
Second Post-Plot&Gangs
Third Post-Dagger's Character
Fourth Post-Apple's Character

Characters
Dagger-Female
Apple-Male

Plot
Two different gangs have formed in prison. Great rivals and fierce haters of each other. The two often exchange insults and fights when guards can stop them. But when the leaders are eventually stuck together in a job that the prison force them into. They at first ignore each other. Then start insulting each other. Then start slowly talking. Until they realize they don't hate each other. But as they start to fall in love. Their gangs feel betrayed and plot a way to get back at both of them

Gangs
The Fallen Angels
Leader-Ayesha Loki Macleod(Ash)
Main Traits-Cold blooded, some were murders, some were robbers. But all are fierce fighters. Bonded together by one goal, try and break out of prision.
Extra-Called Fallen Angels for the fact they used to be good people, until something corrupted them and turned them evil.

Astralus Locos
Leader-
Extra-Based on a real gang

Personal Information
Full Name
Ayesha Loki Hunter
Meaning of Name
Ayesha means Small One
Loki means Trickster God
Hunter means One who hunts
Nickname/Aliases
Ash
Fallen Leader(By the Fallen Angels)
Place of Birth
Woodward, Nevada
Birthday
August 3
Age
22
Zodiac Sign
Leo
Gender
Female
Race
50% American/50% British
Religion
Believes in a higher power, doesn't know what that higher power is
Species
Human
Sexual Orientation
Heterosexual

Appearance
Height
5'11
Weight
155 lbs
Typical Clothing
She use to wear ripped jeans, a faded color t-shirt, and a black leather jacket. Ash also use to have her hair up in a ponytail, and her shoes were often just normal tennis shoes that were pure black. Sometimes combat boots.

Now that Ash is in prison she wears a typical prisoner clothing. Which is a blue t-shirt, a gray jumper (sweater), and gray soft trousers (jogging bottoms/pants).
Skin Color
Tan
Body Type
Born a ectomorph(Long and lean, with little body fat, and little muscle). But as she grew up and started to work for it, she became more slender and sleek and built up with muscles. Kind of like a panther, sleek and slender but muscles hidden under their fur.
Shape of Face
Ovalish face that sharpens into a sharp jawline
Hair Color
Strawberry blonde that she dyes black whenever she cans
Hair Style
Long and silky smooth. Often in a normal ponytail or a braided ponytail
Eye Color
Startling electric blue that darken to a stormy blue when angry
Scars/Deformities
She has some small scars from gang fights and other little things. But no major ones. Ash also has no deformities
Birthmarks
She has a small one on her right shoulder, just barely high enough to be hidden by her shirts. The birthmark is a small star that is so pale its almost white

Tattoo's
She has a small crown with a sword intertwined with the crown on the inside wrist of her right hand. Ash also has some torn and broken angel wings tattooed on her left shoulder hidden by her shirt sleeve
Eyesight
Very good
Left/Right/Ambidextrous
Ambidextrous, but defaults right

Personality(10 highest, 0 lowest)
Strength
8/10
Stamina
7/10
Speed
6/10(Fast enough to outrun anyone who tries to catch her)
Social Skills
4/10
Cooking
0/10
Humor
7/10
Jealous
3/10
Empathy
0/10
Creativity
10/10
Confidence
8/10
Willpower
7/10
Knowledge
8/10
Hygiene
10/10(As best she can get in prison)
Patience
5/10
Scary
9/10
Quirks/Habits
-Adrenaline junkie
-Quick to recognize others accomplishments
-Seeks stability
-Suspicious or distrustful of others
-Always wants to sit facing the door(Doesn't like putting her back to people unless she trusts them)
-Bites lip when thinking or trying to remember something
-Licks lips frequently
-Taps fingernails on surfaces(Doesn't do it to much)
-Drinks coffee or tea very frequently(Did it when she wasn't in prison)
-Bouncing one’s leg when sitting
-Determined, purposeful walk
-Chooses words very carefully; speaks in an exacting way
-Describes things very precisely
-Speaks with an accent(British)
-Unreadable facial expressions
Mental Problems(Rating Scale; 0 as lowest, 10 as highest/ALl researched)
-ADHD(3/10)
-Anxiety(2/10)(Takes a lot to trigger)
-PTSD(7/10)
-Mania(8/10)
-Reactive Attachment Disorder(6/10)
-Insomnia(9/10)
-Pyromania(7/10)
-Intermittent Explosive Disorder(6/10)

Relationships
Mother
Alexia Hunter
Age
Died at age 38
Cause of Death
Unknown by all but Ash, government, and police
Father
Lukas Hunter
Age
Died at age of 41
Cause of Death
Unknown by all but Ash, government, and police

Favorites/Least Favorites
Fav Color
Any shade of blue
Least Fav Color
Any shade of yellow
Fav Food
Doesn't have one
Least Fav Food
Doesn't have one
Fav Activity
Playing with fire(Outside of jail)
Hanging with the other Fallen angels(Inside jail)
Least Fav Activity
Getting in trouble or babied
Working at the jail

Miscellaneous
Bad Habits
-Nail biting
-Drinking coffee(Outside jail)
-Cracking knuckles
-Talking to herself
-Picking fights
-Licking her lips
-Biting her lips
Talents/Special Skills
-Critical thinking
-Persistence
-Decision making
-Strategic thinking
-Problem solving
-Multi-Tasking
-Observation
Gang
The Fallen Angels
Rank
Leader
Allergies
Raspberries
Languages
-English(Native language)
-Spanish(Second language)
Accent
Soft not heavy British accent
Quote/Mantra
"What doesn't kill you, makes you stronger."

Full name: John Manuel Maddison

Nickname: Diablo (gang leader of hells fire, calling card: Arson)

Place of birth: Atlanta, Georgia

Age: 26

Gender: Male

Race: 25% German, 25% French% 50% American

Religion: None

Sexual oriantion: Straight, but will make exceptions if promised a good time

Appearance: 5'9, broud shoulders and a muscular frame. Has a tattoo of a crow on his back, and 9.mm rounds on his neck on the left side. His hair is dirty blond and his eyes are blue green.

He used to where steel toe boots, black dress pants, black jacket that went down to his knees with lots of room for weapons on the inside. Under that he whore either a black or white button up dress shirt. His skin is white, but since he was been in prison has gotten a nice tan. He is left handed

Personality: He is very protective and bold and can come off to new people as a jerk he considers himself to be smart but his true expertise is planning things. He is social with people he knows and trusts and when it comes to imput he accepts it openly. He doesn't get jealous as he sees it doesn't get anyone anywhere in prison. When someone he cares about is being threatened he steps in and put a stop to it, often finding it gets him injured. To newer gang members he can be terrifying if he doesn't like you.

Favorite and least favorite: In prison his favorite pass times are yard and cafeteria along with crafts. He likes to work out and occasionally relax while listening to the guards argue over silly things. His least favorite thing is having his cell checked, being in his cell, and being told what to do by anyone outside of the gang. When he was out of jail his favorite movie was Rocky horror picture presentation. And his least favorite show was Pawn brother's.

Gang: Hells Fire, leader

Catch fraise: Say good bye to all of this, and hello to oblivion.

(Hope you don't mind I went ahead and posted a starter, thought I would real quick while I had ideas in my head!)

"Alright! Come on now, free time in the yard." A pair of empty electric blue eyes flash up, and a lean frame that was slouched against the wall slowly stretched out to full height. "Come on! We don't have all day!" That almost made the prisoner go even slower until a fellow prisioner's voice calls across,"Yeah, Ash! Let's go hang in the yard." A thin smile flickers across the women's face as she finishes getting up, now at her full height as she moves towards the open cell doors. "You know where to go." Was the guard's response as the guards move to the other cells to let the others out. Until all the prisioner's in that hall had been released. Most if not all of those prisoner's were part of the young women's gang, the Fallen Angel's, and they fall in behind their leader as she moves at a decent pace towards the yard.

Finally outside, the Fallen Angels could already see some of their rivals and some of the prisoners who weren't with either gang. Not all of the Fallen Angels were even there, as they were in other places of the prison, and they probably had different free time. But there were some rare days when all of the Fallen got to gather together. "Ash! Lighten up a bit." Ayesha Hunter, the twenty two year old leader of the Fallen Angel's, transfers her unreadable electric gaze to one of her fellow Angel's. Her voice soft and accented with a British accent. "Lighten up? Jacob, I appreciate the attempt, but we are in prison. We are murders and criminals. There isn't much to be happy about."

The unofficial second in command of the Fallen Angels chuckles as he takes a seat beside Ayesha in the shade. "But at least we have each other." There were grumbles as the other Angels that were out at the moment took seats around Ayesha and Jacob, spread out but close enough. "Geez Jake, what did you get in for again? Your way to upbeat for prison." Jacob shrugs,"Attempted manslaughter, too bad they called the ambulance and they got the victim to the hospital in time." There were chuckles and Jacob turns his question on his leader.

"What about you Ash? What are you in for?" This was the first time the question had actually been asked out loud and to her face, as Ayesha had been in prison for two years and no one knew exactly why she was in prison. All the rumors were running around, but no one knew which rumor was true or if any of the rumors were actually true. They also didn't know if that was a touchy subject with their leader who get quite scary at moments. So there were surprised looks shot towards Jacob, as he awaits Ayesha's response. One eyebrow was cocked as she responds.

"That is for me to know, and you to wonder." Jacob protests,"Oh come on! Please? Was it murder? Was-" Those electric blue eyes grow stormy and some of the Angel's scoot away a bit as her voice drops to a growl. "Shut it Jacob." Even the upbeat strange American criminal knew when to shut up, and he did, his mouth making an audible click as he shuts his mouth. There were some chuckles, some nervous, as they relax back. Prison life wasn't oh that bad, especially when you were apart of the Fallen Angel's gang. Since nobody really tried to mess with them, except for the rival gang.

He woke up as he heard the guards walking around banging on the cells to wake everyone up. He took a sigh as his ears rang and he flipped them off as they passed by. Then the cell opened as it did every day for yard time. The scratching of the metal on the concrete an accepted norm. He took a step out and slowly treached, making his way over slowly to the yard gates and following behind everyone. All he could smell was sweat and cold on forgiving concrete and metal. And the heads of everyone in front of him looked oily. He touched the top of his messy off blond hair. Yup, same here. He gave another sigh as the caravan stopped at more doors. Again the scratch of metal on concrete. Behind him he heard a guard call out in an overconfident and shrill way. "MOVE IT INMATES, NOW, NOW, NOW!" He turned on his heals and look the guy directly in the face, rolled his eyes and walked backwards while giving him the bird.

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He could feel the ground become uneven on the sole of his foot and he gave a small smirk of relief, tired of being in his cell. He turned around and was greeted by the sun, the smell of fresh dew, and a slightly crisp breeze. He glanced to his rivals gangs benches and scoffed as he gave a half hearted jog to his. As he got closer he could see some familiar face. His second, Aron, a muscular red head with a temper, and his third, a dark haired, blue eyes beauty, Cassandra. "Morning. Saved you a spot." Cassandra got up and moved next to Aron who rolled his eyes. "Thank ya doll. Any news?" They both shook their heads no and looked out to their rivals. Leaning back and letting the sun on his face, he rolled up his arm sleeves and pants legs. "Well, im bored, so do you want to make news?" He looked looked the two of them and gave a mischievous smile as he bit his lip, locating a lone fallen angel member working out. "Depends, what do you have in mind." Aron saw what he saw and gave a low chuckle, loving to cause havoc. "I think you know." He got up and decided to slowly make his way over to the work out station.

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He saw that the guy on the bench with blond hair and green eyes was benching 100. He lightly rolled his eyes and made his way to the tread meal. Knowing he could run for a long time if needed. He looked back at they guy and then to the large group of the rival gang, he noticed he had turned some heads but not many. He turned it on and started running, he adjusted it to gave an incline. He turned back to the guy who had stopped and was approaching him. He turned off the tread meal, allowing it to slowly come to a stop. "Can I help you." He smirked as behind him he could see Aron coming up.

More inmates came into the yard, including some of the Hell's Fire's members. Including the leader, Jacob narrows his eyes and nudges Ayesha. "We've got company." The electric blue gaze flickers sideways, but no emotion shows as she simply allows her gaze to flicker away. Most the time the Fallen Angel's and the Hell's Fire's left each other alone, but sometimes there were moments that they couldn't pass up to mess with each other. And as the leader, John, and his second and thirds; Aron and Cassandra, headed towards the work out area. One of the Angel's, a newbie, named Lucas Witherhorn, had finished his bench.

"Oh, Lucas is going to cause some trouble."

Jacob goes to get up, but Ayesha halts him, muttering. "Hang on. I want to see where this goes." Lucas had been warned about the Hell's Fire's, but how he had taken it had been.....concerning. But Ayesha couldn't really describe it. Lucas sneers,"I've been warned about you and your little gang a bunch of little bi-" Another Angel cuts in,"Lucas. Be careful what you say, if you get your ass kicked. Ash won't step in, and she won't let anyone else step in. She will know that you deserved it." Lucas glares at the fellow Angel, an older inmate that had been there longer as he continues,"Besides do you really want solitary?" Lucas hesitates, his gaze flashing towards his leader.

Where she was sitting and watching with unreadable electric blue eyes, with her second in command right beside her. Both looked relaxed, but it was obvious the two could be on their feet in seconds. Lucas grumbles under his breath to himself, before shooting a glare at the Hell's Fire's. Reluctantly walking away,"But they are bit-" This time the older Angel who's name was George, smacks Lucas in the head. "Shut up." There were times when it was perfect to mess with them. But not in the yard where plently of guards were.

And if a fight broke out, then they were screwed for. Anyone involved in the fight, and anyone the guards thought were involved were put into solitary confinement for at least five hours at minimum. As Lucas tromps over to Ayesha, George sends a glance at John, Aron, and Cassandra his hazel gaze unreadable as he turns to follow Lucas. Where the newbie was getting a verbal lashing from his leader.

"You little bitch." Ayesha hisses,"If you had caused a fight now, you would have gotten thrown in solitary. Not to mention, we would to." Lucas opens his mouth, but Ayesha wasn't done. "Just because we wouldn't have jumped in, doesn't mean anything. You are part of this gang, and we get punished too." Prison wasn't fair, but neither was life. "I was half tempted to let you get your ass kicked." Ayesha's gaze flashes to George as he walks up and sits down with them. Her head bobbing slightly, as she greets George.

"Way to keep him out of trouble."

The man walked up and extended his hand, like he had no clue what he was doing. It was awkward and half hearted. John kept his smirk as he looked him up and down, he then looked to the rival gang, seeing if anything changed. It had, more heads were turned, and someone was being yelled at. He held his hand out and put the guys at his side and went for a shoulder pat instead. He looked past him, seeing Aron getting closer. "Whats your name kid?" He faked intrest, just to see what his demeanor was like. His voice was shaky and uncertain and fake confident. "Lucas, sir." He gave a nod as Aron popped up and slung an arm around him, giving him a jump. "You know, Lucas, I think your lost." He could hear Aron chuckle, they both knew that this side at this time was unofficially their rivals time at the work out station. "Now, I know your new. Don't know how things round here work and all." He pointed to Cassandra and motioned her over. He imagined how she gave a sigh, rolled her eyes and held her tongue.

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He put his arm around Lucas, a signal for Aron to remove his. "I'll tell you what. Today, you get a pass. All you have to do. And it's very very simple." He grabbed his chin as he spoke, to add drama and test the waters on how the fallen where feeling today. "You see this beautiful woman." Lucas nodded nervously. He held out his hand and kissed Cassandra's hand, more specifically the ring on it. "Kneel to the queen." Aron forced his knees to buckle and Cassandra held out her hand. John could see some of the angels where looking anxious now. Between their leader, and them.

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"So Lucas, kiss it." Cassandra let her angelic voice tempt him closer to it. Finally John stopped it, knowing where the limit was and started laughing a fake laugh, like it was all in good fun. In reality he could see the reflection of guards watching the situation. "Help him up." And Aron did, understanding. John held out his hand, feeling less bored now and slightly more entertained. He held out his hand foe a handshake and nodded. Lucas quickly shook it. "Welcome to hell." He laughed as he let go and threw his arm around his first and second, hearing the kid run away.

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He sat back in his chair, the rest of the gang smiling like they had all done it themselves. "I think we've tested the limit a bit." He held his head to the sunonce more, feeling fulfilled knowing he had pissed them off just a bit.

"I also hope you know that you deserved that humiliation. Maybe it will teach you when and when not to be a douche."

Lucas ducks his head under his leader's wrath. "Now get out of my sight before I take out my anger on you." Lucas scrambles to his feet and flees the yard aware of a certain electric blue gaze following him. Jacob frowns slightly,"What now?" Ayesha gets up, rolling her sleeves up. "I'm going to take some anger out before I explode." Jacob nods,"Would you like me to accompany you?" Ayesha shakes her head. "No. Stay here." Jacob bobs his head,"As you wish." His green-hazel eyes follow Ayesha.

Ayesha makes her way over to the little work out area, ignoring the Hell's Fire as she moves towards the punching bags and dummies. There was more work out stuff in the prison's gym, but there was a little spot that had some good work out stuff if the inmates decided they wanted to work out outside. Ayesha takes a deep breath as she focuses on one of the dummies. Her fists bunching up falling into an easy crouch. Jacob grins slightly,"For someone who looks petite and fragile, there is a lot of muscle hidden under those clothes." A teasing voice replies,"Sounds like you have experience?" Jacob rolls his eyes at the voice's owner.

"Oh shut up Lily. We all have taken our fair share of physical and verbal beatings from Ash." A young blonde sits down beside Jacob,"Trust me, I know. I will say any Angel who hasn't faced Ash's wrath. Well I don't consider them an Angel." Jacob laughs,"Getting verbally or physically beaten by Ash is like an unofficial ritual isn't it?" Lily nods,"At least that is what the senior Angel's think." The two watching as the Angel's leader moves gracefully and smoothly as she takes her anger out of the dummy. The practice dummy only kept on it's stand by some very very strong glue.

"She's going to take out that dummy." Jacob laughs,"Nah. She can control her strength. Most the time." Lily laughs as well, the other Angel's, well most of them, had returned back inside to began working. But most were still outside, chatting to each other or other inmates that weren't a part of Hell's Fire. While every Angel outside was keeping one eye on their leader, ready to step in if Ayesha chose to pick a fight. Lily shakes her head.

"They don't have to watch her like a hawk. Surprisingly, she is the least likely of all of us to be the first to pick a fight." Jacob shakes his head amused,"Surprisingly indeed." Lily frowns,"I've heard doctors say she is a bit of a psychopath. She controls it well." There was a pause, then Lily continues. "Does anyone know why she is in?" Jacob shakes her head,"No. Only she does, the government, and the police that were present during her arrest." Lily bobs her head as Jacob continues.

"Didn't you see me almost get my head bit off when I went to ask why she was in?"

He kept looking at the sky, taking it all in. He swore in the distance he could hear birds chirping as he drew a sharp breath of fresh air. He opened his eyes and was greeted with a light blue sky with few clouds. He looked to Aron. "Hey, muscle head." He smiled as he put an arm around him and pointed back to the workout area. "I think a small apology is due." He bit his lower lip, happy he wasn't the dummy she was beating to half in inch of whatever life it had left. Aron glanced at him, eyes wide with shock. "Your crazy. Seriously. You need help." He only rolled his eyes and laughed to himself. Then, Cassandra smacked him on the head and made a tsk tsk sound, clicking her tongue. "She is a whole bunch of bad jue jue shar. If you wanna mess with her fine, but don't drag us in." He turned to face her and put his lips out, making a false pouty face at her. "I promise."

He let his voice trailed as he turned lightly on his heals and slowly made his way over to the punching bag. He could feel the grass crunching under his feet as a bell chimed. He turned his head and saw some inmates heading in, he could tell they weren't from his block, he still had about an hour so he kept advancing. Pretty soon he could hear the impact of her fist on the dummy. Jeaz, tough cookie. He smiled as a bit of hair flopped onto his forehead, unkempt and just above his eyes, but making sure it was below his eye bbrows.

As he got closer he could see her eyes. Almost lightning blue. One of the more rare blues. He thought as he could feel his brow creasing with a hint of curiosity. He had never spoken to her specifically, and seeing how she was separated a fair distance away from the other Angels he figured now was as good a time as ever.

Before taking another step and onto the concrete he had looked around. He had drawn some more looks from the Angel, causing him to roll his eyes. So protective, what little faith they have. He had to keep himself from chuckling before looking back at hid gang, he swore they looked like little angry balls of fire, shocked he was even trying this of all the stupid things he did.

He took a breath before stepping on the pavement and looked at her in the eye before taking another step, and another. He sat at the picnic table in the middle. It looked familiar, like ones that would be at a school outside. And it was just as uncomfortable.

He didn't really know what to do next. Did he wait for her to speak or stop punching that thing. Did he speak first, if so what que. Then it all we t out the window as his ego kicked in. Who cares if there are, at the very least we're adults. No need to get all pissy and worry over nothing. He looked back at the angles, some had gotten up; but where just pacing not knowing what to do. He gave a sigh, seeing if that slightly got her attention before continuing. "So the rookie, he okay? We only ment to mess with him a little, didn't know he would go booking it." He offered a little chuckle as he let hi legs stretch forward and folded his arms, not knowing what else to do with them anyhow.