The Innocent Murders

[Gifted]

There is no such thing as an innocent man
This sentence was carved into six cells in Northwest County jail in the dead of night. All six were serving life sentences. All six stubbornly denied their involvement in the crimes they were locked up for.
All six were found dead the night after the messages appeared.
Now the guards are gathering suspects within the prison walls. All weakly-established trust between guards and convicts was gone. The guards are determined to find the culprit. But when they begin accusing innocent people, the accused are forced to wonder: Will they be convicted of this crime ttoo, this crime they did not commit? Will the guards realise their mistake? Or will the accused become the next victims, the ones innocent of the crime murdered? If there is no such thing as an innocent man, does that mean the innocent are next?



((My only rule is if you're playing a convict, you're not allowed to be innocent of your crime. We'll probably need guards too. PM me if you want to be the culprit. I'll decide randomly so everyone who asks has an equal shot. Including myself. ))

[Gifted]

"For the assault of Reagen Gregoris, The jury finds the defendant Brittany Morgan Lauren Sanchez, gulity. For the robbery of Reagen Gregoris we also find the defendant guilty. For the assault of Taylor Teneson we find the defendant guilty. For the robbery of Taylor Teneson we find the defendant guilty. For the murder of Heather Showl, we find the defendant..." The whole court room held their breath, including Brittany. This was the only one she was honest-to-goodness innocent of.
"Not guilty,"
"Oh thank heaven," she sighed in relief. Her relief quickly faded when she wasprobounced with her sentance: six years in prison.

She moaned and stirred.
After a minute she sat up, finding herself not still in the courtroom but on a hard bed in a prison cell. Of course. The trial was two weeks ago, and she'd been in prison since then. "I'm too young for prison!" she hissed under her breath.
Stupid, scatterbrained nurse. If it wasn't for her Brittany'd be in juvie, not jail.
Brittany was 17, a year younger than adult age and therefore too young to be in jail. But the moronic nurse, confused, had written "Jaunuary 3rd, 1992" instead of 1993. As a result, Brittany was stuck here. "I hadn't even gotten to vote in an election yet," she grumbled. That was one of the only good things, in her eyes, of having your offical record say you were a year older than you were.
She hated it here. She hadn't met any of the other convicts yet, but all the guard were out to get you here. She hadn't been here a month yet an she was already suspected of killing six people. and she hadn't done it. It was scary that it had even been done. Wern't the cells supposed to be locked at night...? She shuddered.
Suddenly a guard appeared. She was female, toned with her dirty blond hair pulled back into a ponytail behind her head. She unlocked Brittany's cell door. "C'mon kid, it's courtyard week. Finally," Kelsy murmured.
"Courtyard week?" Brittany asked the guard. "I've only been here two weeks, remember?"
"That's when instead of keeping you in your cell and gurading you all day, we guuards get to dump you off outside. Some of us will be there to guard the doors and make sure nothing gets out of hand, but it's alot better then hangin around in front of your cell all day," Kelsey smirked, her green eyes sparkiling as they met Brittany's blue-grey ones. "Now c'mon," She cuffed Brittany and led her to a large outdoor area. it was walled in, of course, and there was no grass or plants, just a dry, flat ground. There were a couple of basketball hoops without nets and a slightly flat basketball rolling lazily across the court. outside the basketball court there were several park bench type things that were bolted to the ground. Kelsy uncuffed Brittany and stood at one of the sets of doors leading back into the prison (there were two) and waited for the other convicts and guards to show up.

Briittany, surpised by her sorroundings, went to sit at one of the benches to wait. It wasn't very pretty, she thought disdainfully as she sweeped her dark brown, almost black hair off her shoulder. But at least it's outside.

[Raven]

Ashley Cole. Convict number 9348269. She crouched in the corner of her cell, holding her hand in a fashion that suggested she held a razor blade. Upon closer inspection, it was clear she held nothing. After a few moments of staring at the floor in the center of her cell, she relaxed slightly, letting her hand drop. She sat on the bed. The bed that was one of the few furnishings in this overly exposed cell. She rubbed her arm, moving the sleeve of her prison garb enough so that anyone looking could see the tip of a tattoo that covered almost her whole body. It was an intricate pattern, with no obvious beginning or end. Only her hands, feet, and head were free of the black markings.
As to why Ashley was a prisoner, she would never tell. Perhaps because she felt guilty about it. Regretted it deeply. Either way, she'd never admit that, either. She was in prison for armed robbery, assault of an officer, child abuse and murder. The child in question had been found dead in a ditch a short ways from where that same child, her siblings, and her parents had lived.
Kamie Cole's father had also been put in prison with her mother. Cody Matthew Cole had been one of the murdered convicts. Kamie's brother and sister had been sent to an orphanage because their only relatives were nowhere to be found, or in prison. Such relatives included Martin Cole, their grandfather, who had disappeared 25 years previously and was thought to be dead, Samantha Deirdre Walker, their aunt who had disappeared four years prior to this incident, and Luke Sky Walker, their uncle-in-law who had been put in prison around the same time his wife disappeared.

Speaking of their uncle, Luke Walker had been put in prison as an accessory to murder, assault with a deadly weapon, and assisting a known convict. That known convict just so happened to be the man Luke hated most, Tristan Moraul. The father of Samantha's twin daughters, Primrose and Sumner. Luke had sworn he'd never help Tristan with anything, but when it came to saving Sam's and the girls' lives, they had finally found a worthy cause for partnership. For the first time in his life, Luke had gone outside the law. While Tristan had died fighting, Luke had been put behind bars and given prison number 9284157.
"Common, brother, you get to go outside today," someone sneered from outside Luke's cell. "Not that you deserve it, being the prison scum you are."
Luke's eyes flicked up to meet Danny Walker's. "You know, if you're going to acknowledge that we're family, you could at least act like you care," he murmured.
The cell door opened slightly. "No matter how much I hate it, we're family, but I don't care," the older man said in a matter of fact tone.
"Love you to, bro," Luke muttered, standing and coming towards the door.

Outside, Luke was met by the now familiar sight of the courtyard. He noticed Brittany, noting that she looked a bit young.

[Dokeshi]

Sitting all alone in the middle of a cell was a man, nothing seemed out of the ordinary and he was just laying there. He was wearing standard prison clothes and his boots were dirty but you could tell they were black. His hair was short and messy and his eyes were green. What was he convicted for? A simple armed robbery and assault on an officer. What had he done besides that? 137 counts of murder, 137 counts of cruel and unusual punishment, 55 counts of rape, destruction of property, and several other things he didn't care to remember, he was branded with the number 2284858 soon after he came here. He sat up and stared out his cell and started singing, ~The cage will rust away, and the bird will come to play, who wants to be one hundred and thirty eight?~

In another part of the jail was a guard, possibly one of the most well known, her name was Pandora. Her hair was black and reached halfway down her back, her skin was the complete opposite and she was paler than most people would think possible. Though she didn't have any eyes to speak of though, not even sockets because skin covered where they should be, stitches around the area were the closest thing she had. She wore a black shirt and black pants, with the trench coat, boots, and gloves she wore of the same color, her face was the only skin showing. One thing that made her so famous around her was that even without eyes she seemed to notice everything, and from a few displays she had a...killer voice. Not much else is known about her however. She stood up and walked over to the cell she wanted and escorted Crow outside, not wasting her breathe on him.

[Raven]

Ashley was soon escorted outside as well. She quickly walked to the fence, sitting with her back to it. The way she looked around made it obvious that she suspected everyone there of plotting against her.

[Dokeshi]

Pandora escorted Crow outside to where the others would be, her nails digging into his neck and the other hand cutting off the circulation in his hands. Once outside she threw him onto the ground where he stood back up and found a nice place to sit by himself.

[Gifted]

Brittany looked at the two who came out and shuddered. Creepy... how long until she was like them? She turned her head again and stared straight ahead, trying to avoid eye contact."Cause if I do that it opens a door for conversation, and like I don' want that," she muttered quietly to herself, smiling. She had a very strong suspicion music would be just about the only thing keeping her sane for the next couple years.

[Diz]

Name, Brynne Elena Ray. Age, 20. Prison Number, 0024601. Brynne let the number, now her number, sink into her brain as she repeated it over and over. She hadn't expected to get caught, but her sister apparently had known what she was doing and finally got enough "courage" to go tattle tale on her.
"That stupid little.....as soon as I get out of here she's the first one I'm going after."
Luckily she was an excellent actor and there was only enough evidence to convict her for Involuntary manslaughter, but still, that meant several years. Also, her sister had a medical disorder that often caused her to hallucinate and imagine things. Most of the time they were disturbing images, making her stories of rape amd murder less believable. Brynne pulled a bit at her ash brown hair and her green-blue eyes filled with hatred for the people who had gotten in her way or tried to stop her. Jimmy, Britt, Kaitlyn, Cody....they all betrayed her. If she hadn't taken care of them they would have jeopardized her plans. Her train of thought was interrupted as a guard came to escort her outside. She tried to look happy and surprised as he guided her.

[Raven]

Luke shot a nasty look at Pandora, not approving the way she treated the prisoners at all. "Are you okay?" he asked Crow.

[Dokeshi]

Crow nodded and looked around before singing a bit more,~The Crow sits amidst the magpies, lost in his thoughts, who will be the next one that dies?~ switching to a normal form of speech Crow continued,"After all a little birdie told me that we're being swiped out of the air by a much larger bird."

[Raven]

Luke shook his head, wondering what that was about. He sighed and started walking laps around the courtyard.

[Diz]

Brynne stood near the middle of everyone and studied them carefully, trying to pick out whom to "socialize" with first. She picked the man who was quietly singing, he looked sufficiently crazy. She walked up to him but soon noticed that he was already ignoring someone else who soon walked away.
"....meh. Oh well." she taped Crow's shoulder.
"Hey. Who're you?" she asked very matter-of-factly.

[Dokeshi]

Crow turned around and spoke to her," I'm Crow and who might you be, little hummingbird?"

[Diz]

"This hummingbird is Brynne." she pointed to herself and spoke with an almost babyish mocking tone.

[Dokeshi]

"You look good enough to eat...Brynne." He smiled at the thought.