Welcome to DeadMan Wonderland. You've Just arrived to the prison, you've been collared in clothed in the Standard Prison Uniform and now you stand in the hallway with your backs against the wall this is what you will call home for the rest of your life. Some of you were incarcerated at neighbouring prison's the reason behind you're transfer unknown--but no worries. I'm sure you'll find out soon enough. You're different, and whether you know that or not that means you have a chance at surviving this hell hole. Leave your mark on Wonderland. Specific Locations In Ward G (Move your mouse to reveal the content) Specific Locations In Ward G (open) Specific Locations In Ward G (close) Entrance To Ward G. HallWays In Ward G Training Room in Ward G DeadMan Wonderland Prison Makoto Osamu; Head of the Prison Makoto stood in the Hallway and a small army of about 10 guards stood behind him. Makoto took in the jaded faces of the prisoners, of his new playthings. Their faces were hardened and cold much like the other prisoners here at DeadMan Wonderland, some even looked afraid. Makoto began walking down the hall, prisoners on either side of him with their backs firmly pressed up against the wall as directed, and two guards separated from the regiment passing out knapsacks that contained a single piece of candy a pamphlet and a single change of clothing. Makoto's hair was a pastel bubble gum pink that went along nicely with his pale skin and silver eyes. His face was angular in shape, all sharp angles and hard lines. His hair was mussed slightly and he wore a dark purple suit and a silver tie. His appearance was far from threatening--well aside from the jagged scar across his left eye-- however his voice was another matter altogether "Welcome to Wonderland," Makoto breathed, his voice soft yet it projected down the hall. It's been a while since he had the honor of doing orientation, often the job was left up to the wardens. However this group of prisoners--they were special-- they were different and whether they knew that or not was of no importance, they were his now. "I am the Head of this Prison. You shall follow all the guidelines and rules, unless you'd like to face the consequences." A Shark Like smile split his features, he was sure Dr.Nakamura could think up something creative. If this was an Atypical orientation the prisoners would have already been set loose to survive on their own, however it wasn't a normal orientation, as it was said before these weren't normal prisoners, so Makoto continued. "This is ward G, you're rooms are labeled with your Prison ID. " Soon enough Makoto reached the end of the line, there were only 6 new prisoners after all. "Be good my darlings," He hummed as he continued walking back the way he came, his voice floating over his shoulder. The small regiment of guards parted like the red sea to allow him passage, and they all came back together at once, their heavy boots clacking against the floor rhythmically as they followed their Boss back down the hall. He was going to enjoy this much more than he should. Nicolai Takumi Masashi 'Kumi' Nicolai stood tense, with his back up against the wall. He wore the standard Prison uniform like everyone else around him, his knapsack clutched tightly in hand. The silver metallic collar hung heavy around his neck however it didn't feel like it was going to chafe. His wispy ash brown hair was all over his head in what could only be describe as controlled chaos, his eyes a dark amber but when they caught the light just right--they appeared to be sanguine. Kumi's hand's were bandaged up and he wore fingerless flea bitten gloves over top of that. We had a nasty habit of biting his nails when he got nervous, so what a better way to attempt to break the habit--right? When the Head of the Prison walked away, Nicolai let out the breath he had been holding his sanguine eyes following the head Warden's figure all the way down the hall. Wonderland. What an odd name. With that, he turned to walk away, his eyes lingering over a young girl who he recognized as Noemi Himura. He remembered seeing many of these people on the news, but Noemi in particular reminded him of his daughter. Honestly, Nicolai wasn't even sure about the observation. Every young girl reminded him of his daughter--of his baby girl. And in turn he was reminded of his Son, then his wife and of everything he lost. Everyone and everything was gone--he had nothing left. Nicolai headed down the hall--somewhat hesitantly his foot steps silent against the cold hard floors--in search of his room. Kasumi Masashi & Nathaniel Masashi Kasumi's movements were borderline mechanical, the way she used her fans, each turn and twist. It was almost like dancing--the dance of life of death. Her bladed fans sliced through the air as she turned, her ash white hair in a messy knot atop of her head, her face impassive as she fought--if this could even be called fighting. One of the Dead Men were being difficult, rebelling in the name of freedom--of scar chain. So Kasumi just had to make an example out of him. There was no such thing as freedom in Wonderland, and this rebellion--scar chain was naught but a whisper of an idea. Her fans were made with Worm eater technology, hence the reason she deflected the attacks so easily. Kasumi glanced at the clock--it was time to end this. "YuYu?" She questioned softly, and out of her peripheral vision she noticed her brother give a jerky nod of affirmation. She ran in his direction--more like jogged-- however Nathaniel or YuYu as she calls him gave her a boost easily enough, and the ceiling was just high enough that she just barely grazed it spinning as she did so. Her foot came crashing against the side of the rebel's face, knocking him over and Saliva came spewing out of his mouth. The sickening crunch that filled the air made her smile, however she wasn't finish. But apparently Nathaniel wanted a turn. Nate's blade was removed from it's sheath, and the way he twisted it in his hand made Kasumi look away. "Filet Style again?" She asked with a snort, but only had screams for confirmation.