StygianGothic
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Randolph Graves was a political dignitary and secretly, an occult scholar. When not giving speeches, signing his name to bills and donating money to certain causes in the area, he submersed himself in his studies. His thirst for knowledge became a mania over time, though he still managed to hide it from the public. His obsessions were whispered of in less than favorable company, but none of the rumors reached the mainstream media.
But then, there came a time when obtaining and harboring such dark secrets and forbidden knowledge wasn't enough for him. He needed to spread it. To gain followers. He needed to take others and make them in his image.
Suddenly, his campaigning took a new turn. Before, Graves had been focused mostly on environmental issues. But then his goals shifted. He began to take great interest in incarceration of troubled youth.
After money changed hands, the Misguided and Angry but Gifted Golden Oppertunity Takers opened it's doors. Outwardly, it boar all the characteristics of a correctional facility. Fences of barbed wire and electrified smooth wire bordered the property on all sides, and armed guards were posted on towers to foil whoever made it that far. The building itself had no windows. The sole ingress was the huge oaken front doors. Little is known about the inside by those who aren't kept there.
The inmates themselves are nothing more than students, free to access internet, television and radio. They are allowed to walk in the grounds under no supervision, save that of the guards on the towers. They are free to mingle and do as they please short of hurting and/or killing each other. Senator Graves absolutely spoils them. Good behavior is rewarded with money, but his cash flow is such that it's no concern of his.
In truth, those boarded at MAGGOT were taken from juvinile prisons, group homes or right off the street are not there to serve a sentence at all. Graves's only interest is to teach them the hidden secrets. As long as the teens and young adults apply themselves, he gave them his solemn word they needn't return to the life they had before.
The senator himself only visits the maggots once a month, having still to make his contribution to the outside world. He instead has combed the back alleys, bars and clubs for the most learned of occult scholars who would pass along their dark wisdom. For the guards, he simply found members of his own staff and paid them a handsome sum of money to make sure no one entered unaccounted for, and no one left who wasn't supposed to.
Name: Eric Malloy
Age: 19
Description: Everything about Eric is atypical of your average miscrientt. At about five-six, his small, lithe body is perfect for running from cops. He wears a blank expression almost all the time, earning him the name "Duh" from the other maggots. At the time when the story begins, he wears stitches in his right cheek, his right eye is blackened and swollen shut, and his lip is swollen and purple. His hair is to his shoulders, and is brown. He dresses in tattered jeans and plain black Ts.
History: Eric was taken from the Spirit Lake correctional facility, where he was serving time for several counts of vandalism and one of rape. He was innocent of all but the rape. Since becoming a maggot, he has deticated himself to his studies, though it's not saying much. Though better spoken than he is given credit for, he is still not too bright.
IC:
Eric sat quietly on a picnic table, his feet on the bench. He munched away on a corndog, looking absentmindedly at the other maggots mixing with and excluding each other. "It's funny," he thought. "Even in here, there's a social problem. It's just like in the real world. People simply refuse to associate with certain other people no matter where they were."
He smiled to himself at that, making his lip hurt. That was an adult thought. He always mentally congratulated himself on having those. He hated being considered stupid, but subcontiously he feared it was true. He hated that he even had to question himself, but some people said things he didn't understand. Sometimes they asked him things, and unable to answer satisfactorily, he would make himself look ridiculous.
He finished his corndog and threw the stick into the trash can at the end of the table. The bell rang, signaling to the maggots that it was time to go inside for the night. Eric complied.
Five minutes later, he sat on a sofa in the large common area, staring blankly at an epesode of Scrubs on the giant screen TV. He didn't react to the creek of the couch springs or the cushion tilting him slightly to the left as someone joined him.
OOC: This is open to whoever wants to join. You can be a maggot, a teacher, a guard, an inquisitive visitor, whatever. You can even play Graves if you want.
All that said, post your character description and go wild. This is an idea I had and I want to see where it goes.
But then, there came a time when obtaining and harboring such dark secrets and forbidden knowledge wasn't enough for him. He needed to spread it. To gain followers. He needed to take others and make them in his image.
Suddenly, his campaigning took a new turn. Before, Graves had been focused mostly on environmental issues. But then his goals shifted. He began to take great interest in incarceration of troubled youth.
After money changed hands, the Misguided and Angry but Gifted Golden Oppertunity Takers opened it's doors. Outwardly, it boar all the characteristics of a correctional facility. Fences of barbed wire and electrified smooth wire bordered the property on all sides, and armed guards were posted on towers to foil whoever made it that far. The building itself had no windows. The sole ingress was the huge oaken front doors. Little is known about the inside by those who aren't kept there.
The inmates themselves are nothing more than students, free to access internet, television and radio. They are allowed to walk in the grounds under no supervision, save that of the guards on the towers. They are free to mingle and do as they please short of hurting and/or killing each other. Senator Graves absolutely spoils them. Good behavior is rewarded with money, but his cash flow is such that it's no concern of his.
In truth, those boarded at MAGGOT were taken from juvinile prisons, group homes or right off the street are not there to serve a sentence at all. Graves's only interest is to teach them the hidden secrets. As long as the teens and young adults apply themselves, he gave them his solemn word they needn't return to the life they had before.
The senator himself only visits the maggots once a month, having still to make his contribution to the outside world. He instead has combed the back alleys, bars and clubs for the most learned of occult scholars who would pass along their dark wisdom. For the guards, he simply found members of his own staff and paid them a handsome sum of money to make sure no one entered unaccounted for, and no one left who wasn't supposed to.
Name: Eric Malloy
Age: 19
Description: Everything about Eric is atypical of your average miscrientt. At about five-six, his small, lithe body is perfect for running from cops. He wears a blank expression almost all the time, earning him the name "Duh" from the other maggots. At the time when the story begins, he wears stitches in his right cheek, his right eye is blackened and swollen shut, and his lip is swollen and purple. His hair is to his shoulders, and is brown. He dresses in tattered jeans and plain black Ts.
History: Eric was taken from the Spirit Lake correctional facility, where he was serving time for several counts of vandalism and one of rape. He was innocent of all but the rape. Since becoming a maggot, he has deticated himself to his studies, though it's not saying much. Though better spoken than he is given credit for, he is still not too bright.
IC:
Eric sat quietly on a picnic table, his feet on the bench. He munched away on a corndog, looking absentmindedly at the other maggots mixing with and excluding each other. "It's funny," he thought. "Even in here, there's a social problem. It's just like in the real world. People simply refuse to associate with certain other people no matter where they were."
He smiled to himself at that, making his lip hurt. That was an adult thought. He always mentally congratulated himself on having those. He hated being considered stupid, but subcontiously he feared it was true. He hated that he even had to question himself, but some people said things he didn't understand. Sometimes they asked him things, and unable to answer satisfactorily, he would make himself look ridiculous.
He finished his corndog and threw the stick into the trash can at the end of the table. The bell rang, signaling to the maggots that it was time to go inside for the night. Eric complied.
Five minutes later, he sat on a sofa in the large common area, staring blankly at an epesode of Scrubs on the giant screen TV. He didn't react to the creek of the couch springs or the cushion tilting him slightly to the left as someone joined him.
OOC: This is open to whoever wants to join. You can be a maggot, a teacher, a guard, an inquisitive visitor, whatever. You can even play Graves if you want.
All that said, post your character description and go wild. This is an idea I had and I want to see where it goes.
