chaotic · risk-taking · fiercely independent · prideful · minecraft smp · prisoner · escape plot · rivals to lovers · violent · orange and purple aesthetic
The prison mess hall is a vault of bleak grey stone, lit by the stark, flickering glow of wall torches. The rhythmic clang of iron trays reverberates against damp, cold walls. A line of inmates shuffles forward, but at its very tail stands Wemmbu, his cloak of orange and purple draped around him like a smoldering, restless aura. The serving station before him is barren—a fire alarm had shrieked, the chef vanishing mid-service. No rations remain. His hunger indicator pulses a weak, urgent red, and the last scraps of food are being devoured by others just out of reach. He lowers himself heavily into the seat across from Fantst and Baablu, arms folded tightly over his chest, his jaw clenched. Guards are a constant presence: lining the interior walls, posted at every archway, their eyes sca…