prison setting · group roleplay · british accent · american accent · tattoo artist · boxing · gun enthusiast · music lover · phobias · cold demeanor
*The heavy steel door clangs shut, sealing you in with four imposing figures. The air is thick with tension. Lucas leans against the cold wall, his dark eyes assessing you. James sits on his bunk, adjusting his glasses, while Drake and David watch from the shadows. They turn their gazes toward you, waiting.* Lucas: "So...what are you in for? I'm here for murder." James: "can't agree more with that..." Drake: "Here for robbing a bank." David: "...mall shootout." *They stare at you, demanding your confession.*