The Cruelty Challenge (Accepting)

Name: Daniel Miller
Appearance: Daniel is about 6'2", but because he's so skinny and pale, he looks more like 6'6". He has red hair and freckles.
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Talent: Art and technology. He got a handfull of burnt sticks one time, and now his cell walls are covered in drawings. Also, as I hope he'll discover along the way, he's something of a MacGyver when it comes to building stuff.
Personality: If Daniel had been out in the world, he'd be called a geek. He is generally happy, shy, and kind. He is usually extremely passionate about one or two things. (or people...) He is mature and smart, but often drifts off into a dream world.

I'll be one of the guys, I'll post the profile later or at the very latest, tomorrow! This storybook looks really interesting. I can't wait until we start.

Name: Spencer Mitchell

Appearance: Spencer is pale and thin like everyone else and is about average height at 5' 9"- 5' 10". Spencer has straight, medium length, dirty blonde hair and deep blue eyes.

Age: 16

Gender: Male

Talent: Spencer is great with hand-to-hand combat and self-defense. He is also a good liar, (if that would count). Spencer is secretly a great singer/ songwriter, making up lyrics in the cells and quietly singing them to himself; but no one knows about this but him.

Personality: Spencer is a humorous, sarcastic guy, but has the guards think he is boring and worthless. He is believed to be loyal and obediant, but is actually trying to think of a plan to rebel. Spencer is also very intelligent, and takes notice of even small details. He really would never hurt a fly if he had the choice, but right now he has survival in mind, and until he is certain that he could safely rebel or escape, he does as he is told and asks little questions when the guards are around. Behind their backs though, he is friendly and kind to all, generous, and caring. Spencer can be thick-headed at times, but if it is with the guards,he swiftly appologizes for his acting out and accepts whatever punishment they see fit. Spencer is really only interested in his escape or rebellion, but doesn't mind helping out others if he can.

So now that we have everyone we need, when are we starting up?

Wait I am going to re post my profile VERY shortly,.

Okay! Good. Every spot is full! Ummmm, can you change the glasses thing? They wouldn't have gotten glasses. Thanks! We'll start soon! (I hope. Just let me set some things up with martina100ters because I'm not quite sure about everything. I'll email her. Thanks)

Okay! Yayyy! All the slots are filled. Let me re-post the spots.
(M) Kyler Greythorn-VuzzyCat
(M) Daniel Miller-DragonGirl11
(M) Spencer Mitchell-JourneyGirl
(F) Tabbitha Jennings-Pencil2paper
(F) Auburn Snow-cm57105
(F) Mary Castro-thestorygirl

Okay. Now that we have that cleared up, I'm ready to start. I'll be posting the first post, introducing where you are, what you're doing, and the backround settings so that you can write your first post. Remember, try not to write tiny ones. At least a paragraph please! Thanks (Don't post until I post my first one!)

Here's the DT for any questions! http://www.youngwriterssociety.com/viewtopic.php?f=200&t=95204

Spoiler

Okay. From now on, your posts are going to either be questions (in spoilers) or formatted like the one below. The title should have your character's name, and where he/she is!

Kalef (Guard)- By the prison cells
I scan the hall. It is my job to take the prisoners to be presented to Blade, the leader of this whole 'experiment'. Blade, previously called Allen, is the boss of this test that we are doing. The test consists of training kids to be-- cruel, so they can take the roll of being leaders here... and train more and more kids to be cruel, until the whole world is. Or at least, that's Blade's plan. I move to cell 401, which is on level 4 underground. I kick the door, with a loud bang. I unlock the cell, and walk boldly in.
"What's your name, girl?" I say, trying my best to sound mean, and cruel.
"Mary-" she says, and starts coughing.
"Mary what? How old are you?"
"Mary Castro, nineteen."
I nod, and then go to the chains that are attached to their ankles and wrists. I put handcuffs on her, then take off the chains. I know she's too weak to run anyhow, but safety is one of the rules here. I grab her arm, roughly, and drag her out of the cell, slamming the door behind me. I yank her into a gross smelling elevator, and take her up. As we step out, I find Blade standing in front of me. I bow, and push Mary down to a kneel beside me.
"Well, well. Look who's out of her cell. The lights are dim in here, but wait till you get outside!" He laughs. I pull her up.
"Where should I take her, sir?" I ask.
"Go ahead and take her to the prisoner's normal room. The one that's the farthest away from my office."
I nod, and pull her along. Her messy hair is all over the place, her arms are covered in dust and dirt. Her face is full of hate, and her clothes are rags. I pull her outside, into the sunlight, and she tries to cover her eyes.
"It's so bright!" she says. I pull her along, but nonchalantly make sure that my shadow is over her. She notices.
"Thanks."
In return, I grunt. I take her into the room, which has brown couches all around, and carpet. The walls are colored white, but have animal skins hanging up all over. As she sits down, she sighs. The couches are most likely the least comfortable couches ever, but to her, they are the softest thing she can remember. As she looks at the windows, she sees they're barred.
"Stay here. I'm going for the rest." I say, closing the door behind me, and locking it. When I look through a window, I see her sprawled across the couch, in a comfortable position, smiling. I walk quickly away, to tend to the rest of the prisoners.

Spoiler

So, Mary Castro, you can start writing anywhere between what happened in this post. The rest of you guys can choose how Kalef takes you. If he's dragging you, or if you're walking fast. Please no escapes yet!

Mary Castro
The guard shoves me down on the couch and walks out the door to get what I assume are people like me. My hands are cuffed, but I use a long nail to open the lock. When it is opened the guard brings in another person. This one is just a lump of rags. When the boy picks himself up I see he has red hair. I walk over to him and pull him up. I quickly unlock his cuffs.
"What's your name?"
"Daniel"
"Awesome, I'm Mary. As that guard brings people in unlock their cuffs, but don't try to escape. I want to know what this is about."

A guard busts into my cell and I immediately look up at him. "Hello sir," I say, "How can I help you?"In response he puts me in handcuffs and walks me into a room with beautiful furniture, there is another guy in here and a girl. The guard shoves me innto the room and exits. After he's gone, the girl introduces herself as Mary, and uses a long nail to unlock the handcuffs, I stand up. "I'm Spencer." The guy walks over, he says his name is Daniel. As three more kids around my age come in, Mary unlocks their cuffs, and we all introduce ourselves. This is very suspicious, I want to know what is going on.

Daniel Miller -His cell

Today had started out the same as any other day. They brought me breakfast, and left me alone. I sat in my cell, staring at the drawings I had made on the walls, like I had done every day as far back as I could remember. I knew I could draw better than that, if my wrists weren't chained together and I had a bit more light. I was one of the lucky one, though. The hall light was right outside my door, so I could actually see my walls. I stared at one specific drawing, one of a girl. She was the prettiest girl I had ever seen, not that I had seen a lot of girls, or any people for that matter. I looked at her picture until I fall asleep.

I woke up to a guard kicking my side. I twisted to clutch at it, but he grabbed my arm and hauled me to my feet. As he removed the chains from my ankles and wrists, my eyes lit up. Even as he put handcuffs on me in their place, I smiled. I was getting out of here, even if just for a little bit. "What's your name, kid, and how old are you?" he said gruffly, marching me out of the cell.

"Daniel," I said, trotting along. "Daniel Miller. I'm sixteen." The guard just grunted and kept moving. He brought me into a an elevator and pressed the button for the surface level. I bounced up and down on my toes. Maybe I'd get to see her again.

We came to the Office. The guard shoved me down on my knees, the smile finally disappearing from my face. Blade, the leader of this whole place, taunted me. "If it isn't our little artist. You'll find the world out there a lot less forgiving of vandalism," he said, breathing his putrid breath right in my face. He straightened out part way and slapped me across the face. I glared at him. I hate that man more than words can say. "Put him with the girl," he instructed the guard. The girl? Could it be her?

The guard took me outside, where I saw the sun, something I had only ever heard about. I squinted and kept my head down. He put me in a room that had wonderfully soft couches and real windows, and left me there. One of the other prisoners was already there. It was a girl, a very nice-looking girl, but not the girl. She let me out of the handcuffs with her nail and introduced herself. The guard came back a while later with a boy who introduced himself as Spencer.

Now I sit here, enjoying the fancy room and waiting for... I don't know what. I look out the window, a little bit at a time at first, but when my eyes are sort of used to the light, I look at the scenery. Is that- could it be? Yes! This is amazing! The guard is bringing the girl from my drawing!

Tabbitha Jennings- Cell

The door to my cell slams open, a huge, menacing guard steps in, but he looks almost comical in the tiny doorframe. He forces me to my feet, and jerks my hands behind my back, cuffing me. As he does this, I try to squirm away, to lash out, but he is too strong.

"Looks like we've got a fighter, here, now don't we?" He muses. "What's your name?" He barks at me.

"None of your bisness, that's who." I respond, venom oozing from every word.

"I'll ask you again. What... is... your... name?" He says menacingly.

I gulp, a note of fear creeping into my voice as I say, "T- Tabbitha Jennings."

"Good. Now, how old are you?"

I glance over at the far right wall, where I had marked the days since I had first arrived here. "Sixteen." I say, trying hard to keep my voice emotionless.

Without warning, he grabs me by the elbow, dragging me along the first few steps. "I can walk, you know," I say, and jerk away from him, striding past. Soon, however, he catches up, due to my wobbley, unstable legs, not used to walking.

As I walk down the hall, I see a figure that stops me in my tracks. Blade. God, I hate that man. I hate him so much that I'm shaking with anger, as well as fear, in the presence of this man. No, not this man, this beast. The guard forces me to continue, until we are face to face with him. The guard then bows to him, forcing me to my knees. My face burns with humiliation and rage, and it's all I can do not to scream obcenities at them both. I'm not quite stupid enough to do that.

"Ah, the rebellious Tabbitha. Who knew we would be able to break you so easily?" He taunts, bending down so we are eye- to-eye.

That's it, I think, and spit right in his eye. In retaliation, he lands a powerful puch to my stomach, and I dump the meager reminants of my breakfast on the floor.

"So sorry, sir." The gaurd says to Blade, then forces me up once more. Defeated, I obey. I can still feel Blade's grim stare on my back as I am led away.

He steers me by the shoulder this time, steering me through various corridors that I hadn't even known existed. Finally, we reached our desination. It is in broad daylight, the first time I can remember being in it. It blinds me, and burns my corneas to look at. I grunt in pain, but force myself not to cry out. Vulnerability is the last thing I want to show right now.

He steers me into a room with white walls and brown couches. And people. My age or a little older, two guys and one girl. As the gaurd leaves, after flinging me on a couch, we introduce ourselves. "Mary." The girl says. "Spencer." The boy to my right says. "Daniel." The boy to my right.

"Tabbitha." I say. Then the boy to my right, Spencer, unlocks my handcuffs with his nail.

"Now what?" I ask lamely.

"Now we wait." Mary responds cryptically.

Auburn Snow

I slowly tear my shadowed eyes from the crumbling brick wall to unsteadily rise from my crumpled position, my daily routine consisted of lying deep in thought, or softly still, whispering poems to myself in the dim light. I sometimes pondered my captors, Blade as I had heard him being called was a confident, sarcastic and malicious man, yet I knew nothing of his purpose of a skinny teenager.

As I slowly crouched over to the bars of my 'prison cell' I try to submerge my remembering of the lightning skill and agility with a strange sense of freedom that the saber bought, knowing that I small skinny teenager against brutally cold and vicious men stood little chance. I knew I was smart, very for my age but unless I was alone, or as alone as I could call it, my extraordinary writing and poem skills was to be kept a secret.
I hummed slowly to myself as I remembered a poem I had once murmmered under the dying light.

A shuffling of feet slowly brings me back to present from the dark brick room and I slowly peer around the black stricken bars to be comforted by the vision of a man slowly trotting my way from the dark passage. He slowly glides up to my cell opening the cracked door and striding in to the cell. He comes over to me, his eyes a simple minded blue.

I stare up at him, as he slowly crosses over to me, cutting my chains from the wall but not from between my legs. "What's your name?" He says slowly. " "Auburn Snow" I mutter slowly, hate boiling up inside me.
He says nothing leading me from outside the cell to The Office after a short but none the less difficult walk.

He shoves me to my knees and directs me to a room covered in lavish furniture, but that's not why I am staring, there are girls and boys in there, about the same age as me! I stumble though the door and nod towards the others once they greet me, Spencer, Tabbitha, Daniel and Mary.

I slowly sit down, my mind racing.