Deathrow19:Jailers

TECHNICAL LAYOUT OF THE FORT-WALL MEGALO FROURIO GRIMS AND DEATHROW.

About a good 85 years ago after the eastern massacre and the beginning of the facilities construction a row of buildings, skyscraper like structures that lined the border were reworked and renovated by west world contractors as a foundation for the Fort-wall. These buildings became the jailer palaces after much refining they are based on the eastern Shinto shrine designs and make are concreted together to make an impenetrable wall on the eastern side of the prison. In front of that new palace-wall structure was built two more section of walls, a mid section and west side section were built. Connecting the eastern hemisphere to the western hemisphere the mid section would have various hall ways a labyrinth if you will which walls would shift every two minutes blocking of three entrances at a time only leaving one accessible for a brief amount of time and then shifting once more for about a minute. With out proper knowledge of these passage ways prisoner or employee will just get lost and most likely die as various passages lead to chambers housing the jailers or various other hazards that lead to the road of death. The eastern side of the fort wall leads to directly to the prison-scape of Deathrow an area that uses the infinite expansion of the east world super continent, there the prisoners are subjected to living out their days treated as something less then human whether slaves or just plain animals. These prisoners usually are aloud to freely operate around the prison and try to make a living in it, with the exception of the occasional hunt. This hunt is something the jailers use to kill time when they are bored and need something to do that’s more play than work; but fill in as work, as it is their job to see that people sent to Deathrow are executed with in a month unfortunately the jailers are to lazy and do not function well as a tracking unit of any kind leaving very many prisoner alive during this hunt of theirs secondly the total population of the prison not counting the convicts In solitary row is about 2.2,000,000,000 in residency; about a quarter of the west world population therefore, being rather difficult or impossible to fulfill that part of their job completely.
Among other things; another addition to the east portion to the fort-wall is Solitary row confinement blocks often monitored by a set amount of guards whom are placed at the blind spots of the perimeter only a small group keeps vigilance in the general area such as in front of the cells and the exits each block holds eighteen cells and every eighteen days one convict held is publically executed on video to remind the public of the west world, of the brutality of the of the prison awaiting any unlucky sinners.

MEGALO FROURIO GRIMS ANUBIS’S QUARTERS; CENTRAL PALACE

Morrigan had shoulder length swept back black hair, a strip of it lay in front of he face and her tie was a deep violet. Her skin was a metallic navy blue shinning in the sunlight. Her teeth were black as night, her iris red surrounded by amber colored sclera. Morrigan’s suit was customized to be longer than usual and act as a mini skirt that came down to half her thigh complimented by open toe heels and knee high leggings. “Maybe he screwing a slave girl in the ass? You know how he is, when he’s bored or scared to death he goes to seek sexual pleasure” she insulted and questioned Hades.
Anubis turned to look down at her due to his height as a man towering at 9 feet tall. He was about six inches shorter than mandarin Loki. He was about two feet three inches taller than Morrigan and the rest of the Jailers. Right when Anubis was about to speak, however another Jailer beside Morrigan interrupted him “Dear us all maybe he made a run for it”
He was rapped in a pure white hooded garb with, a semicircle headdress like headband baring oranges and reds as the sunset to it. His suit customized to be a long sleeve vest revealing his grey tie and dress shirt he had slacks and dress shoes to complete the uniform. Because the garb was hooded it masked his face and for the most part his entire body, in shadows. His skin was jet black which most of his coworkers determined by his hands the only thing not covered on his body. “Or if you really want to know of his whereabouts you could always interrogate Mictal or Ogbunabali?” he asked Anubis.
“Where did you come from, Santa Muerte?” Anubis asked in response to his appearance but ignoring what he had just asked.
“Hey you called me here so I came how I got here is of little importance”. Santa responded with irritancy.
“Well if you must know that badly Hades is out tracking down the cons” Mictal said from behind Anubis redirecting their attention.
“Ohm so he did runaway” Santa concluded.
“He’s where? Why?” Anubis asked angrily towards his employee.
“He believes he should take initiative that and he was just bored.” Mictal replied
Anubis stared at Mictal his face shifting and wrinkling in controlled anger but he shut his eyes and took a deep breath then spoke “ yes but its because of his lack of initiative that Pluto is dead Mictal and therefore the escape of four cons and an ex-mandarin not just that but if another incident were to happen again the Keepers will have my head my career over its bad enough that I’m stuck in this cesspool. Anyways do you know when he’ll be back?” he asked.
Mictal responded “Well I did not think you’d be back so early and neither will he but he should be back by the end of the week reckon he can remember which direction Megalo Frourio Grims is.”
Anubis’s fist clenched and he smile but with an angry disposition to it. “Good then when he gets back I’m gonna beat him to a pulp.” Anubis grinned.