((ooc Okay guys here is your opening, same as the womens. Have fun))

Upon entering this quarter of the camp One would see death. All of the grass was dead around the building, and the only form of foliage was a dying oak tree with nooses hanging from it. In the distance were two buildings, large with a like charcoal color.

The first building was the smaller of the two is where the fresh meat, gets filed in. They must give up all possession of any monetary worth, jewelry, wallets and everything. Then they are given clothes to wear, grey pants and a gray shirt which is a size that is ethie rto tight or to big. Then they had to change, change infront of Prying eyes of the guards before they are assigned to there bunks.

There were about forty bunks per room, and two people could fit on each of the three levels of bunks. Each wooden bunk was cushioned with straw and had one blanket. The latrine was in the other room, and one would have to ask permission from the bunkhouse captain, a human, to go. If one went directly out front, they would be in the roll call yard, which was a large patch of dead or dying grass. The camp inmates were required to stand there for hours, and if anyone committed a misdemeanor they would be clubbed by one of the various guards that inhabited the guard house in the front of the camp.

The men lined up on the opposite side of the main roll call area." . It also served as a public punishment space, where often times Prisoners would be punished infront of their fellow inmates by any means necessary.

As men filled into this side of camp, they concluded that this was hell.

(Here's a visual for the men's side:

and full picture camp link: i236.photobucket.com/albums/ff9/Rayn3pics/Registration.jpg)

Michael walked into the camp. Although he greatly feared the bracelet on his wrist, the lack of fear of other forms of punishment meant that he was less cowed than most. He ignored prods and whacks with the guards batons as he was herded towards one of the buildings.

Without paying much attention he handed over his watch, picked up a large set of grey clothes and carried on. When asked to change he raised a quizzical eyebrow, which earned him a jab in the stomach from a guard. He hoped that the others had seen and wouldn’t fight it.

Stripping it soon became apparent that he was markedly different from everyone else coming into the camp. He had no visible injuries anywhere on his body, not even a little bruise from the rough treatment. As he put on the oversized clothes he noted that the guards were all staring at him.

“Well look what we have here boys,” said the biggest, a man who towered more than a head over Michael and looked more like a shaved gorilla than a person, “I think we found the invincible kid. Let’s see just how invincible.”

The man backhanded Michael with one of his massive arms. He was taken from his feet by the force of the blow and knocked sprawling. Beginning to get up the man came and kicked him in the side. Unfazed by the blow Michael continued to get up.

A boot on his chest forced Michael back down to the floor. Kneeling the big man began to deliver powerful blows to Michael’s face. The flow of mutants stopped as everyone looked on as the man pummelled Michael. Michael felt the force of each blow, but suffered neither pain nor injury.

Finally the man let out a cry of frustration and hit Michael harder than he had before. Immediately the man reeled back, screaming in pain and clutching his hand. Sitting up Michael saw the misshapen form of the hand that had hit him. The guy had managed to break his hand on Michael’s face.

“I’ll get you!” the man screamed as his friends took him away to get his hand seen to, “You just wait, I’ll get you.” Getting back to his feet Michael followed the others that had changed outside and lined up with them, facing the guards and awaiting whatever happened next.

Inside he smiled, glad that the thug had hurt himself. If he could get some of the other guards to do similar things he might get them to injure themselves, and thus fight back without lifting a finger. Of course, if they shocked him then it would all be over. That thought sent a chill down his spine.

Ted stepped out of the van, onto the desolate area. Were those nooses hanging from the trees? Surely not. They were sheperded toward a large grey building, but actually they were sent into a smaller one outside of it. There he was told to hand over any valuables, at which point he shrugged. He didn't have any on him, so they gave him a bundle of grey clothes and sent him into the next room. There he was told to strip, and he looked uneasily at the many guards that were nearby. That earned him a whack across the back, so he quickly got changed.

He looked up at some sort of commotion, and saw a guard hammering away at one of the mutants. He can't do that! He'll die! As Ted ran forward to help, he received a whack to the stomach. This winded him, dropping him to his knees. This also lead to his bracelet buzzing in warning. But then he realised that the guard was injuring himself; what the hell? Then he recognised the mutant, it was good old Shield. The guard was lead away, presumably to have his hand bandaged up, and Ted went over to Michael. "If you think about, there's really nothing they can do to punish you, is there?"

Streak got out of the van with hte others and followed them in a single file line towards a large grey building. They were, however led to a smaller building right next to it. Streak was right behind Ted and next for everything.

They held a box in front of him and told him to put any valuables into the box. Since all his belongings were locked up in the masion and he didn't where anything when in mutant form. Streak shook his head and he was sent on to the next person who handed him some clothes and said, "Go into the next room strip and put these on. The human said this in a condescending tone as if they were talking to someone who had an incurable disease, like leprosy, and they might catch it if they associated with them.

He followed behind Ted and saw exactly what he saw. Streak was about to rush in to help him when Ted rushed in first and recieved a few blows for it. Since Streaks was in mutant form he couldn't pull off his clothes. This was because his mutation covered his clothes and made it look like he was wearing a wet suit.

Streak staerted to put the clothes on when a guard stopped him.

"HEY FREAK! You have to take off your clothes first." The guard said to him, hitting him in the gut. Streak continued to dress and explained that he couldn't take off his clothes because his mutation prevented it they hit him a few times to try and get him to cooperate. They even shocked him. Nothing worked so after a while they gave up and he continued on standing behind Ted and waiting, anticipating, what they would be forced to do next.

Followed not to far behind the other trucks was the one that Jason was being transfered in. As the truck came to a stop Jason just sat there waiting to be taken to his next nightmare. The doors opened and Jason was forced to stand up walking from the back of the truck the large man was in full shakels. It kind of made him laugh but then again he found this funny. Little ol' Jason was being treated as a maxim security prisoner of some sort.

As Jason down this path he was handed off to four other guards. "So boss, whats the food like here?" Jason said lookin over to the youngest looking guard of the bunch. "Most of the food we get aint so bad. But what your served i wouldn't feed to my dogs." replied the young guard. As he finished his sentence one of the guards gave him a light slap in the back of the head. "You don't need to be talking to this beast! Do your job and thats it. Got me!" he barked giving a cruel but scared look never taking his eyes off Jason. The young guard just gave a nod and kept with the group. "Don't worry boss. They just scared i might take advantig of your nice manners but then again i don't see how feeding me something worse then dog food is very nice." With that comment from Jason. He felt a hard smack come and connect with the back of his head. And with that all Jason thought was he had to get out and was gonna hurt a few people in the middle of doing so.

Jason made it to up to the camp feeling a little knot on his head. He tried to rub the back of his head to get some kind of relief but the restraints wouldn't alow him to move his hands above his chest. "Okay strip down and put these on." Said a guard standing behind a table throwing a set of gray garments in his face. "I don't mean to start any more trouble then i already have cause trust me boss im just trying to be on my best behavior but Its kind of hard to change when im all tied up... and between the two of us you really wanna see that a mutant can please your wife better then you can." And with those words once again Jason caught another bash to the back of his head sending him down to the ground. The guard rushed from behind the table and quickly put a boot to Jason's face. "Listen here god's biggest mistake. We run this place, and we decided what happens! And if we decided that you don't make it out of here you don't so you better change your attitude quick got it." He said pushing him self up off of Jason and shoving his face back in the dirt. "Now i think its time for you to change so do what your told..."

Streak looked around a little to get an idea of who was here and to get familiar with his surroundings. He noticed all of the guard towers that were in place, and the building without any names to identify what might be going on in those building. For now he was left to guess and suppose the worst things occurred in those buildings.

He looked around a little more and saw the females out in their camp. The two sides looked the eact same only they looked like mirror images of each other. Well, at least we know that we can sort of keep tabs on the females and know that we'll be able to see everything that goes on over there. We have to figure out some way to communicate between the two camps.

He heard all the commotion of this other mutatnt being pulled around. Streak looked around to find out what was going on. He saw one of the new mutants being led to a pole followed closely by the sound of a whip.

Ted looked up at the sound of another commotion. It was one of the jackasses from the cell, who waas probably still being a loudmouth,and finding the guards a whole lot less unforgiving. The guy was hauled over to some curcle, and a guard started whipping him. Actually whipping him. Whilst Ted thought he deserved everything he got, he couldnt help wincing at each loud crack of the whip.

Michael watched first Gore and then Shrapnel took beatings from the guards, both of them self-inflicted by being smart asses. What had they achieved? Nothing. Both had succeeded in getting the crap kicked out of them and now Shrapnel looked to be having the skin flayed from his bones.

“Ted, while I can take punishment a lot better than you guys, I figure that they’ll find something. For now we keep our heads down and play by the rules,” he turned to Silver Streak, “You too. Right now if we resist all that will happen is that we’ll end up like them. If we’re too injured from guard beatings how are we meant to escape when an actually opportunity shows itself? Heads down, eyes open, that’s how we’re going to get out of this.”

Streak turned to Michael and heard evvery word he said. "That's sounds like a plan to me." Streak said agreeing with Miachel. "I'll behave as long as we aren't going to lie down and take this. And i especially don't want to end u[p like them." Streak said indicating Shrapnel.

"Right now I'm all for keeping my head down and doing what I'm told. For now." Streak said with a short evil grin on his face that he quickly wiped off so he wouldn't get into trouble. He continued to think of a way to communicate with the female camp. For the moment he was drawing a blank.

Jason pulled him self back up off the ground and looked up. It was now like six new guards standing in a circular formation around Jason and re leaving him of his restraints. "Look now just do what your suppose to do. Change and don't use any lip just lets get this over". Jason looked at the guys and just let out a little laugh at there remarks. "Damn it, i said don't say nothing just change." With those words Jason just shook his head and changed clothes. He was now standing there in this extra big gray shirt and pants. Jason starting laughing seeing shrapnel laying on the ground. "Ah so i guess they was trying to get a good look at your goods to... And they say were the weird ones." Jason blurted out laughing. And once again gets lay ed out on the ground. Jason rolled over trying to block this kicks. "Damn yall gotta stop this I think you guys are starting to like me a little to much."

The guards picked Jason up and put all his shackles back on. "Damn are you kidding me. You think by now you would learn don't you." Said a over weight guard. "Now, im running this place at night and all things will go through me. So lets start on a new clean slate shall we? Boys drop the shackles." He said to the guards trying there best to keep watch over Jason. The guards looked at each other in shock not really wanting to follow the order but like any average human their do what there told and did so. Jason had a slight smile on his face as the tight restraints were now released almost seemed like Jason was free. But he new he wasn't "Now why don't you go over there and join your friends and you can stop with the whip lets act a little civil here show our guest that there welcomed...

Ted nodded. "Good idea. I think it's best we let the two knuckleheads over there get all the attention." Ted gestured to the two guys, one of whom was now unconscious. He'd always been a good boy in school, so he'd learnt how to get on the best side of the teachers. That skill could come in useful here. First thing to do, was to prove his worth. Looking around, it appeared that merely following every rule was the only way to do that. He didn't forgot one thing though; teachers were there to make things better, not worse, and he was not about to delude himself that the guards were about to do anything even remotely good.

((ooc: *bats eyelashes at Shrapnel* Come on over, slugger.

"(infirmary thread) Gwendolyn's Side of the Camp"))

Jason walked over with a limp to the other mutants waiting on the next step of there in-processing to their lovely new home. Jason looked around and saw Shrapnel a little more messed up then him and Michael both and a lot more then this untouched one.

"Well funny running in to the two of you here aint it? And i would bet my life you were both hoping we would never run in to each other again. And by the looks on you'll sad face the dream didn't come true." Jason said well trying to get the attention on some of the guards. "Hey i was just wondering, one of the girls over there got a thing for me... is there a chance I can maybe after the lights go out pay a quick visit to her? Well maybe a little long then quick if you get my drift." He said with the sick grin on his face and waited for a reply.

“Don’t worry Silver,” Michael said with a grim smile, “we’ll defiantly be hitting back.” He watched as Jason made his way to them and once again started running his mouth. Michael really hoped that one of the guards would knock the smug bastard out.

“Ignore him guys,” said Michael, as they were lead towards their new accommodation, “Let the guards deal with him.” They were lead into the barracks and assigned bunks. He, Ted and Silver were all assigned different levels on the same bunk. Unfortunately Jason was in the next one along.

As they were all adjusting one of the guards walked past tossing hunks of bread at them which he carried in a rusty bucket. Michael caught the one thrown at him. The thing felt almost rock solid. Taking a tentative bite he discovered that the thing was stale and only barely edible. However, without anything else he grimly challenge of trying to eat the thing.