It's the year 2049. Welcome to Trisha's House for the Unfit, where people of all ages are sent if they are deemed unfit for society, whether they be mentally insane or just hardened criminals.. The grounds is surrounded by a large electric fence and guards 24/7 to keep anyone from escape. Most people who come here never leave, but don't let that get you down! The House is made to be like the outside world, only with stricter rules. There is a town area, school, places people can get work, and even restaurants. But beware, punishment can mean death. Each individual wears a collar around their neck that will inject poison into their body if Trisha finds it necessary, so careful not to anger her. The House has a curfew and a few other rules, but otherwise it's every person for themselves. So watch out, and have a good time! Welcome to your new life. (Please, post a picture of your character OR describe them so we have an idea of what they look like, as well as their age in your opening post) --------------------------------------------------------------- ~Opening Post~ Jojo sat outside a small cafe, watching people stroll around. Her slim fingers traced over the iron collar around her throat as she contemplated what the day held in store for her. It felt like a normal day, heat beating down on her sun-kissed complexion. A soft wind blew, cooling her heated skin. Though she didn't look it, Jojo knew she was quite dangerous. She only reached 5'0, and was blessed with almond shaped emerald eyes and bow shaped ruby lips. A long black dress clung to her curves, emphasizing her full breasts and falling over her hour-glass shaped hips to the ground. At nineteen, she couldn't believe this was all her life would amount to. She had been here since she was nine years old, and could barely even remember what life outside of the House was like. All she remember was standing over the body of her baby-sitter, body splattered in blood with a knife in one hand and the woman's heart in the other. She couldn't quite remember the taste of the heart, but she yearned to feel the squishy texture slide down her throat once more. After that incident, her parents had sent her off to here, shunning her in the process. Though they could have visitors, she only remembered them visiting her once. Her mother had been so cold and distant, as if they were strangers. Her father hadn't even spoke, just stared at her with accusing eyes. Ever since then, Jojo had made a life for herself here. She even had a job, though nothing very important. Basically all she did was teach, and that was putting it loosely. Her bottom lip poked out, forming a small pout, and she let out a sigh. It was Saturday, yet there was nothing to do.