hmph. >:(

Tch. Sorry. I will be reading/watching this roleplay just for absolutely no reason. Okay? Okay.

WW knows the reason... >:(

Drake: *was doing his daily push ups, his muscular figure shows through his shirt*

Drake: *finishes then wraps his legs around a pole that was 9 feet off the ground and starts doing so ups* Man: what is he doing? Man 2: I heard that he's trying to get strong enough to break free.

Drake: *continues, always pulling himself above the bar* Man: thats stupid. I heard he grew up here. I heard his dad left him here and one of the prisoners raised him. Man 2: I heard the prisoner found him as a child in the trash where his dad put him. *laughs with the other man*

Drake: *climbs down when he was finished and start doing sit ups* Man: ha! What a freak! Bet his mother died from disappointment! Man 2: *laughs as they walk away, to go to there post*

Drake: *continues, feeling pain but pushes through it* gh.... rh.... *grunts quietly*

Drake: *groans* SHUT UP!!!! *his voice ethos as well*

Drake: *growls and gets up, walking to the bars to see which cell was she in* MAKE ME, *****!!!!!

Drake: 11:00 AT LUNCH!!!! MEET ME IN THE COURT FEILD!!!! BE THERE!!!! *walks to his bed and sits, his chain clanking*

Chip: Um... you okay?

Chip: *backs away* ohhhh kay

Jacob: O_O

Drake: *picks up a nail and starts carving symbols in his bicep*

Chip: *starts to pick on his loose pieces*

Jacob: uhh...i'll go see if he's ok..*Walks over to drake* hello there!

Drake: what do you want. *continues cutting, blood dripping down his arm*

*carving not cutting*

Jacob:!!! *Covers his eye's in fear* p-pleas stop d-doing that s-sir!

Drake: I can do whatever I want. You guards are only here to make sure we don't escape, not to babysit us. *stabs the nail into his arm and pulls it out*

Jacob: EE! *Looks away* w-well i'm not like t-the other guards!

Drake: I don't care. *wipes the blood off with his blanket, leaving a blood stain on his already blood stained blanket* it's not like my life maters. *wraps his arm with a piece of cloth*

Jacob: 😣 w-well u-um...your o-ok right? O///^/O

Drake: you shouldn't care. *his ear twitched as he heard a speaker turn on* Speaker: all prisoners make your way to the lunch room.

Jacob:!!! o-oh...well let's go...

Chip: *adjusts his blindfold*

Drake: *puts the knife on his bed as he pushes the now unlocked cell door open* you might not want to go on the court. If you didn't like me stickin a nail in my arm, then you won't like what I can do to others.

kaina:*her tail swings unhappily you can tell she is in a bad mood

Chip: *takes out a chunk of his arm* AWWW SHT-

Jacob:!! *Pulls out a gun*...o-ok...*Walks off* i guess i'll have to kill....*Eye's turn red*

Drake: *walks into the lunch room and just grabs an apple, sitting at a lonely tab,e at the other side of the lunchroom*

kaina:*walks in growls then collapses ina heap

Jacob: *Shoots a guard* ok..sis get out... Jacobs sis: Your gonna take me out of this place!? *Looks around* oh god everybody seen you kill the guard!

Drake: *eats the apple then throws the core away, walking to the court*

Chip: *hears gunshot* *grabs his arm chunk* This might be useful. *runs toward gunshot*

Jacob: come on! *Runs to the court yard shooting police and guard's down and killing them* Jacobs sis: *Evil smile* your good at pretending to be a good guy brother!

kaina:*springs at jacob and growls "me too i want out too"

Chip: *starts beating guards to death with concrete arm bc idk* RUN-

Drake: !!!! *rolls his eyes* whatever. *walks to a wall and leans on it* Guarda: *surround them, aiming there guns and holding their shields close* DROP THE WEAPONS!!!

Jacob:!!! *Helps them get out through the gate* go! Jacobs sis: Thank's bro!

Chip: *kinda yeets himself out the prison* *falls on the ground* I’m tired-

Chip: *places arm chunk to where it was before* *tries to stand up*

Jacob: *Starts to shoot the guards down* Jacobs sis:!!!

Guards: FREEZE OR WE'LL SHOOT!!!! Drake: *just casually watches* Guards outside: *grabs them and handcuffs them*

Chip: *literally sleeping*

Jacob:....*Uses magic to kill every guard down*

Guards outside: *puts the prisoners back in their cells* Guards: *knock the gun out of Jacob's hand and handcuffs him*

Chip: *jolts up* E-eh? What happened. Who are you???

Jacob: *Growls and bites the guard to death breaking the chains*

Guard: *runs behind Jacob and knocks him out with a club* Drake: this is entertainin.

Chip: *breaks his hand off to get free from the cuffs* *connects his hands back*

Jacob: *Shakes in pain but grabbed the guard and choked him* Die! *Turn's in to a full wolf alpha demon*

Chip: *throws himself in front of the guard*

Guard: *hits him in the had again, knocking him out* Drake: hm. Interesting.

Chip: I am made of literal concrete wtf-

Jacob: *Breaks the guards bones* i don't think those things work on me anymore! *Smiles* now i'll watch you die painfully~! *Starts to break the guards bones*

Guard: *howels in pain* Drake: *karate chops Jacob in a certain spot in the neck, causing him to black out* sensitive spot for skeletons.

Jacob:!!! *Backs away whimpering*

Chip: *silently watching*

Drake: *looks at Jacob* kill more gaurds, then you'll only alert army's. This is a highly shielded prison. Once in, can't escape. Belive me. I've grown up here and spent two years trying to escape.

Jacob: i kill guards each day! that's why there are less guards! *Get's up weak*

Chip: Psstt over here

Drake: only more will come. Unless you want your magic drained and be sent to a tourcher facility, then be my guess and alert the army more.

Jacob: *Try's to walk away but falls down* **** you -////-

Chip: *throws himself to a wall repeatedly* This *throw* wall *throw* is loose! *throw*

Drake: wow. *looks at Chip* You're. Gonna. Alert. The. Army. Stop it. *helps Jacob and wraps an arm around him for support* lets just go back to our cells.

Chip: Take a look at my cracked face and tell me if I look like I give a ****.

Jacob: *Try's to push him away but two weak*

Drake: don't fight me asshole. You'll too weak. *looks at Chip and flips him off as he helps Jacob inside*

Jacob: O ` ^ ` O i'm no asshole! at least i can fight!

Chip: Screw you too. *flips him off*

Drake: psh. You're a weakling. That's why I'm helping you in. *shives him into his cell and walks off* Guard: ?!?! *locks the cell*

Jacob: jerk!!!

Meanwhile chip is literally head butting a wall

Drake: Its Called Not Being An Airhead. *walks to his cell near Jacob's and sits on his bed, picking up his needle*

Jacob: Whatever! -`>`=

Drake: *carves a heart with an x across it on his hand*

Jacob: *Sit's down looking at the roof* (I Ship it! )

(Lol same Jacob is clearly a tsudere) Chip: *breaks both the wall and his hands*

Drake: *lets the blood drip on the floor, stabbing the nail into his hand*

Jacob: *Purrs* (Oh wearwolf~ I SHIP! OwO)

Chip: *walks back to his cell* Knock knock it’s nap time

(oh shit) Drake: *lets the blood form a puddle on the floor before putting the nail in a hole in the wall*

( UvU can you show me who's drake pleas? so i can draw the cuties!) Jacob:??? what

Chip: *knocks on Drakes wall* Hey mister person human I broke the wall

(Twinklebaby, chill. It's a different AU so Drake can be shipped. He's shipped with Mary in the other AU) Drake: *wraps a cloth around his bloody hand*

Jacob:... (GiVe Me a drawing of drake pleas! OwO)

(*silently leaves rp to not experience drama)

(What?! No! I use all my OCs in AUs! So when Drake is shipped here, it doesn't effect Mary and him. When Drake is shipped in our other rps, it doesn't effect Josh and him! I do it so people wont get mad that they're OCs cant be shipped with mine cause mine already is shipped.) Drake: **** off,

Jacob:.... (O_O)

(Is it gone?) Chip: Wanna see the wall I broke down Also do y’all have any glue? I broke off my hands

(please don't be mad at me, bb! ;^;) Drake: *grabs his bed mattress and leans it against the wall*

( uh...sorry...) Jacob:....*Looks at chip* i have glue! *Gives it to chip*

Chip: Thanks! *proceeds to glue on his hands with his feet*

(kk bye love!) Drake: *starts punching the hard matress*

(Sorry for getting you mad! ;^;) Jacob: your...welcome?

Chip: Okay I’m sorry but what is going on in here. *knocks on the door* FBI OPEN UP

jacob: O_O

Drake: stop being loud, dumbass. *continues to punch the matress* talk to bonehead over there. Not me. And keep it down.

Jacob: BONEHEAD!?😠

Chip: Fineeee... but he’s not a bonehead. *whispers* he’s your future boyfriend. (I’m making Chip actually shipping them bc why not)

Drake: did I stutter. *punches the mattress more, taking off his shirt so he doesn't hook his shirt on the mattress springs*

Drake: wait WHAT?!?! I Dont Know Him!!!

Jacob: O////O wh-what? ( XD i still need a ref of drake so i can draw them together!)

Chip: *takes off his blindfold and rips it in half* I SMELL BLOOD.

Drake: shut up and go away. *kicks the cell bars where Chip was standing* leave. *throws his shirt on the bed frame as he punches more*

Jacob: @///_///@

Chip: *keeps his eyes closed* If only I could see how stupid you look right now.

Drake: what are ya talkin bout. I know my scars basically cover my chest arms and face but that doesn't mean I'm ugly af. I do have muscles. (super old drawing of him that I want to burn)

cute! XD) Jacob: *Has a nosebleed*

Chip: Ha! You thing your ugly. I wish I could show you Also your boyfriend seems to be a lil red.

Drake: I don't have a bf. No one loves me and I've learned over the 17 years of me here to accept that. *he punches the mattress so hard that he hits the wall and his knuckles bleed* shit.

Jacob: are you ok?!

Chip: *yeets his blindfold to him* Told ya I smelt blood. *he looks at Jacob*

Drake: !!! *throws the blindfold back* I have cuts on my arm and hand from a nail. Of course you smell blood. *wipes the blood on his pants and lays on the floor, letting the cold concrete floor cool him down*

Jacob: *Looks at chip* what?

Drake: *lets out a satisfied sigh as the floor cooled his bare back*

Chip: Since I’m technically blind I have to rely on my ability to smell

Jacob: *Was so confused* uh...anybody here wanna play truth or dare?

Chip: Eh, I wanna play

Drake: WTH is truth or dare? *sits up, grabbing his shirt and slips it on*

Chip: Do you want to explain it to him? *looks to Jacob*

Jacob: wow. i guess your stupid for real. 😑

Chip: Ouch.

Drake: excuse me but you weren't raised in th I prison with a prisoner who only taught you math, ela, history, and fighting. The only games I played had to do with self defense, doing illegal shit, and excirsising,

Chip: I was born in a sewer! :D

Jacob: this is how you play! now four the rules! You can not change a dare to the truth once selected and vice versa. Do not lie when you choose the truth. No matter how embarrassing the dare was, you have to play it. Decide whether dirty truths and dirty dares are allowed in the game.Truth. If a player chooses "Truth", he or she must honestly answer an embarrassing or personal question. ...

Chip: Okay

Drake: um...... I need to work on my exercise. I have a fight tomorrow with Brutus.

Jacob: oh ok... (Gtg eat then help my mom TvT)

(k) Drake: I might pop in during some periods. *takes his shirt off again and grabs a bar on the wall that was 9 feet up*

Chip: Hm. *puts on his blindfold*

Drake: *starts doing pull ups*

Chip: So, do ya want to talk about your past?

Drake: with a dirt bag like you. Pass. *continues* besides, you wouldn't give a shit.

Chip: You’d be surprised how many tears I shead. *he smirks but it’s obviously forced*

*shed

Drake: I have no more tears. Used them all up. *he holds his chin above the bar for a few seconds before lowering again* but crying shows weakness. I'm not weak,

Chip: Then call me weak and push me down. I’ll only keep recovering until I can’t anymore.

Drake: what's the fun in hurting someone if they aren't really hurt,

Chip: I mean they can still see my unconscious body heal up the cracks

Drake: ......

Chip: Uh, yeah. Foster homes suck.

Drake: at least I ain't a prison.

ok ovo i'll use my gay skeleton boy! he a guard!

he also bad boy! so he's part of the bad side!

prisoner