Nanba Prison (Nanbaka RP Group) discussion

An incredibly large space located outside with a reinforced glass roof to keep prisoners inside but natural sunlight to shine through. It's an exercising place for prisoners in building 10. In any actuality, it's basically a joke since many in this block are addicts who do not have the stamina to actually use the space effectively. Thus, often building 5 inmates are taken here when the other one is too full. Despite, occupants are still allowed to use the space if they wish.

Sunday, was, well...Sunday felt great. He was flying great big circles in the running track, feeling what sun he could on his wigs made him feel absolutely ecstatic. He was suppose to meet Karia here about something, but for the moment, he didn't have to do amything but feel good about himself. He was actually humming to himself. The song some thing he heard years ago and got stuck in his head. It was fantastic, but Sunday was watching to make sure he didn't miss the girl.

When Zakaria didn't see Parrot, Sunday, when she entered the area. She did look around, at her own leisurely pace. She was about to turn back around, thinking she had gotten the wrong place. It, unfortunately, happened before. They had to keep the places alternating to avoid suspicion from the guards. With her focus often being diverted, it caused her to forget the current place despite the fact she had suggested it in the first place.
However, what stopped her was the shadow of wings that move along the ground, causing her to tilt her masked face up to look for her one of few friends. Catching sight of him, her normally deadpan expression brightened an ounce and a small smile formed behind her mask. She looked back down, craning her neck so much was beginning to hurt. So she patiently took a seat on a bench and waited for Sunday. Time was never a big factor for Karia, it was why she was often late to things.

Sunday did about two more laps before coming down, landing on one of the step boxes like a vulture, crouched over and looking at Karia. "H-hallo, Karia.." He spoke slightly jittery, as he always had. It was normal for the boy, and as he awaited your greeting, he got himself comfortable, sitting criss-cross on the box, a smile still planted on his face. This was his favorite room in the entire building. It just made him feel so amazing. "W-w-what..did, uh..you need me for and not the, uh...others.." He spoke in the way someone only close to being deaf could, slightly louder and a slight slur to his words.

Zakaria, or more well known as Moonshine, waited for Sunday, lost in her thoughts. It was interesting to see the slight variation the room had in its atmosphere than it was outside or in the cells. She blinked and turned her head to look at Sunday when he spoke. "Sun," she greeted, her voice only slightly muffled by her mask but after years of practice, she was able to speak clearly and enunciate her words past it. To be quite frank, she forgot she was wearing it still. "I have some things I was hoping you could give to clients," she said, her expression portraying a slight hopefulness. She then looked away, looking seemingly shy for a moment. "And... I was curious... could I ask you.. if we or you are able to get out of here...." she drifted off for a moment before continuing, "what do you want to do?"
She asked because she knew what she wished to do. She would find Ezra. It didn't matter what she did after that, whether she would touch another drug or not. However, she did not expect the boys to feel the same way. They all had their pasts and own motivations and desires. She was curious to know if they succeeded in getting out- since many were sentenced here for life- what would they do?

"Yes, I can give peolpe their stuff. That is-is-is easy." He nodded a little and looked back up at her, His face before facing more towards her feet. His head cocked a little, a little confused. "I..don't know. I think I would find family, the bad one, the first one. And I would kill them. Then I would find you again, be with good family. But no more drugs." Sunday had decided that a long time ago, that he would no long deal drugs. "But I would stay with my f-f-friend." He ten looked back down at her feet, just because he wasn't good at keeping eye contact for long.

Karia nodded, she already had some of the other boys doing it as well since if she relied on only one at the same time it could begin looking too suspicious. If this was to be discovered and fell under there would be no way for them to get out. "Thanks," she said, brief and simple.
After he told Karia, she looked at him for a good few moments before she moved over to him and rested her head against his leg. It was as sympathetic the woman would ever really get or empathetic in any case. She wouldn't ever admit that she was happy to hear that. She couldn't tie them all down but after getting Ezra, she did hope to be with them all again. The only people she ever trusted. "Sheet- have locations," she told him, pulling out the sheet she was speaking of to hand to him. "And what they should give us in return." Money didn't matter in this place, it was items and information. Alcohol was treated the same, more so than drugs. "Will look for a way to help you," she added though she didn't look at him during the rest of that conversation. Just kept her head lightly against his leg. It wasn't unusual for her to do something like it.
To get out and stay out, they'd need new identities, they'd need to find someone who could do it- that and maybe information about his old family to help him with his search.

Sunday took the paper carefully, folding it a couple times and placing it one of his pockets, making a note to check it later. When the girl layed her head on his leg, he slowly put a hand on her head, just mindlessly stroking her hair, it was nice to do, it calmed him down enough. This whole prison had kept him constantly on edge, it made him feel terrified to be locked up, where he really couldn't fly, or even have his wings out at all. "But, We need to get out first. How do we get out? This place is..awful." He frowned as he stared more towards the doors now, knowing he would have to do the awful trading after this.

Karia enjoyed her hair being stroked, it was rather comforting despite the opposite intention. If it helped him any then she could not complain. She hummed behind her mask in agreement. "Information and plan," she stated, tilting her head back to look up at him. "It will happen," she stated. Slowly but surely, she will gather enough of what they needed and manage to get them all out of there. She just needed a route out of the building and a way off the island. Difficult to time correctly but that is why she was doing these deals, even if some of the others weren't all into it. "The stash is where it usually is," she added, knowing it wasn't needed but she trusted him but there was always caution.

"I kn-know where the stash is, I will go after I am done flying around, I promise." He gave her the faintest smile but it quickly went away as he watched the doors, making sure not another soul entered the track. "I trust you Karia, but they say no one can get out. They say this building is impossible to eh.." He took a moment and took a deep breath. Language was just generally hard for the bird man. "Escape from. I am..scared." Sunday only trusted Karia to share his feelings with, others would use it to there advantage. "There are cameras everywhere.." The last sentence he about whispered and then just stayed quiet for awhile.

Karia nodded, "that's perfect," she stated. She didn't mind it would take him a bit to get around to it. She knew it put him at more ease to fly around so as much free time as he was given, she didn't want him to waste it.
She looked away when he mentioned that. She had been acutely aware of it. It was impossible to escape. If they got a route past guard shifts, traps and find a way across the ocean. It was improbable. Hence why she needed a lot of information. Aside from that, using their abilities, she was sure they would be able to get out, somehow. She put a hand on his knee, "know. Can rely on us," she said as simply as she could. She stroked his leg reassuringly but could say nothing about the cameras.

"I know I can. I'm just in a bad place." Sunday rubbed his eyes with the hand he used to brush your hair as he was trying to think. "H-how many peolpe is it? And how many things am I suppose to get back?" The sheet quickly came out and he began to read through it, memorizing it all very quickly. Then as soon as he read the last article, he ripped it up, and kept ripping it up until it was shreds and then pocketed the shreds. "32 peolpe with receiving 22 pieces of information and 10 giving various items." He nodded and looked down to her, making sure he got it right.

Karia nodded, keeping her hand on his knee for assurance. It was the main way she could communicate with people. The more she trusted and liked someone, the amount of closeness she could handle. Most people, she would flinch away from contact and unconsciously move away. She motioned to the paper when he asked. She didn't like talking more than necessary, hence why any sort of semblance of grammar was smashed when she spoke to others. It helped that she was rather illiterate compared to most people who actually finished high school- considering she never started.
She nodded, glancing up at him and patted his knee before standing up. "Want to continue flying?" she asked. She didn't have anything to do at this moment, not until a bit later. Simply waiting so she could stay for a bit. His wings were always really pretty when he flew.

The moment she said flying, Sunday shot up like an arrow from a bow. He didn't even hear the entire sentence, just glad he got to feel the air again, his wings spread out to full length and he just zooms around the building multiple before he slows down to a more lazy speed and enjoys himself once more as he was, staring down at his female friend, never really taking her eyes off her.

Karia smiled to herself, unbeknownst to anyone in consequence of the mask covering her face. She would have chuckled to herself too if she was a vocal person. Unfortunately, the action was done more mentally than anything else and Karia go up to go back to where she was sitting before to watch Sunday a bit. Her long bangs covering a good chunk of her face, hiding much more of her expression than the mask already claimed. She was lost in her thoughts after a few moments, contemplating over the possibility of this place allowing her to cook. She enjoyed doing it, it made up for all the experimenting she was unable to do at this prison since they were, in her mind, the same thing. The only difference being one ended up more delicious than the other. Not only would it give her something to do but mainly what got her thinking about it was looking at how large Sun's wings were compared to his body. It must be tiring to carry them around all the time, thus she started thinking about energy and proteins and what food combinations would taste good but provide a lot of nutrients.

However, as a prison group filtered into the area, Karia exited her thoughts and watched the group with cautious and distrusting eyes. It would look like she would need to make her exit soon. Especially when she noted the guard looking over at her suspiciously. She was sitting alone in a place meant for exercising.

As the prisoner group came, Sunday quickly swooped down right next to Karia again and smiled that small smile, an almost innocent one, at least, him being the most innocent of the group gave him the right to that smile. "I will follow you out then I will go do the job." He nodded a little and began walking towards the door, hoping no one tries to talk to him so he wouldn't have to try to keep up a facade of "that one cool guy with the wings."

Karia kept her gaze on the group when he returned to her side. "Are you sure?" she asked him, her tone low while she basically stared down the guard. She didn't have much desire to speed up her time to exit the area. Being forced to alter her pace in any way often irritated her. It wasn't high on her priorities plus she also knew he liked to fly. She could leave any time though suspected she would have to socialize with them if Sun left again to fly. "I guess I must..." she mused to herself, her voice quiet. "Thanks again," she told him before getting up, knowing she needed to head towards the exit.