Since the move itself is privately owned, I don't want to risk trouble by using movie images in the thread, Instead I'll give y'all some links.<br/>http://riddick.wikia.com/wiki/Crematoria (http://riddick.wikia.com/wiki/Crematoria)<br/>http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0296572/mediaindex?page=2 (http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0296572/mediaindex?page=2)<br/><br/>Dark, dank, dirty, dangerous, disgusting. A lot of D words could easily describe this place. The prison was cut out of the rock walls, the cells dug out by the prisoners that would later die in them. At one point there might have been some up keep to the place. There were stair wells, and cells, and halls, and paths, but now they were starting to decay. The place was falling apart, and even the damn walls were sweating from the heat. It couldn't be sanitary.<br/><br/>There are multiple levels of the society. Literally building from the ground upwards. At the top you had the guards. They lived in shambled shacks cut out of the rock and connected with cat walks and hallways closer to the surface. The only think that connected the guards to the prisoners level was a chain that would raise and/or lower the person from one level to the next. Oh, and there was one stairwell, however, that was neatly guarded by the beasts they used to keep the prisoners further in line. Just in case the big fucking guns weren't enough to keep the inmates under heel.<br/><br/>Below that, was the prison itself. The shambles of what once would have been the greatest max security prison there was. Not it looked like a debilitated cave with whips of dirty steam and pools of dank dirty water gathering in hot pools on the uneven floors. There were cells lining the outer walls, and they could be accessed by the cat walked that inter crossed back and forth. The lucky ones got the cells, an d since the locks had long since been broken, the prisoners had to find their own means to keep the beasts, and the savages that shared their home out of the cells. the unlucky ones were left to find homes in the crevices and rock shelves that littered the compound. If they were lucky, it would be a good remote one that was somewhat out of sight. That way they had less of a chance of being eaten, at least by the other inmates that prescribed to that. There wasn't much help for the beasts.<br/><br/>Liberty, well, she was a lucky one. she had been able to find a small one person cell with and intact bed. With the means of her trading between the guards and the prisoners she had gotten hold of an old padlock with which to lock the cell door closed when she wanted to leave the cell, or when she slept. The cell had old dirty and rotting cloth tossed up on the bar for a bit of privacy, and she had been able to trade for random nick-nacks to fill her little hovel.<br/><br/>Opening hte cell door, she quickly locked it behind herself, and hid the key on her person. It would do little good to let that get stolen. Then she proceed to walk down the catwalk, her cup of warm soup in her hand. the soup wasn't warm becasue she had the means to heat it. No, she wasn't that gifted to have her own little set up. Instead she had used a little steam duct to heat the can after she had popped the top off of it. Life was what you were able to make out of it down here, and she was good enough at what she did to make sure she didn't go hungry. She sighs as she looks out over the main commons, Her body bending forwards as she leans over the cat walk rails to look out at the other inmates. She was sweaty and dirty, jsut like everyone else. Her clothes an old wife beater that was missing one shoulder, and had a spattering of holes that covered the belly and back of it. Not to mention the dirt smudges. She had a pair of old black functional pants on as well. There were even more tears and holes int he pants, and one must wonder how in the hell she kept them on her body. At random she had old dirty rags and bandannas sew into the holes to keep the pants decent, and somewhat concealing.