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Post by Jonathon Orwell on Oct 2, 2011 19:59:52 GMT -5
*I smile ever so slightly* Just tell me what happened. And give me all the information you have on them.
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Post by Volume Virus on Oct 2, 2011 20:53:49 GMT -5
*I shove my conscience into the back of my mind and drag everything about the Killjoys I just left to the surface.* There were five of them. I only got three names. Agent After, Adrenaline Angel, and Firebird Freedom. Firebird is Carroll. I think they forced her off the pills. One of the others was her brother. Agent After and Firebird are in a sort of romantic relationship. They have a safehouse in Zone One. I think it is a former police outpost. Two others went back to the hotel we raided. They were planning to leave the police outpost when I left, but I could not glean where they were going. The mall was the only other safehouse they mentioned, and you should certainly know what happened to that. They are far too compassionate and have inadequate supplies. I am not sure, but that is all I can remember right now. *I purposely omit the part about my strange flashbacks. I can figure that out later.*
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Post by Jonathon Orwell on Oct 2, 2011 21:06:24 GMT -5
*I listen attentively to her story. It seems accurate enough and I jot down any important notes.* You have supplied us with wonderful information Ms. Pacis. I am happy you survived. I knew you would. Report to medical. They will give you a complete physical and toxicology work. Prescribe you some new medication. Do not worry, after some time your experiences with those... people- *I cringe when I call them that.* -it well seem like a bad dream. Good day. Report back to me at 14:00. My office. *I leave with a triumphant smile on my face.*
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Post by charelsmay on Oct 2, 2011 22:03:53 GMT -5
*I smile as i walk back to sugar* hello Enkeli! how are we doing today? how is that does of venom I gave you feel? *One of my assistants walks up to me and informs me he has requested for orwell to come to retrieve the medication he ordered*
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Post by Kettu Jarva on Oct 2, 2011 22:05:47 GMT -5
*I struggle to hide my radio as i look at him* GO to hell charels... *the pain steadily grows* the hell did you give me?
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Post by Jonathon Orwell on Oct 2, 2011 22:14:36 GMT -5
*I receive a notification saying I am to meet Charels. I groan and roll my eyes. I take out a few pills and swallow them, preparing myself for what sure is to be an eventful occasion. I make my way to his lab and walk in without knocking. I stand, hands in pockets, watching the scene unfold.* Charels. I do no believe I gave you permission for such... unorthodox behavior. You are nearly lowering yourself to their level.
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Post by charelsmay on Oct 2, 2011 22:18:20 GMT -5
*smirks* you are not my boss orwell You may be higher up but I do believe you are not in charge of the toxicology department. now you are here for the pills yes? *I dont look away from sugar who is now writhing in pain* she is a killer you know... she has killed people in the worst ways you can imagine... this this is nothing compared to what she deserves.
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Post by Jonathon Orwell on Oct 2, 2011 22:24:10 GMT -5
*I raise one eyebrow, completely calm and in control.* I can report you and have you suspended Charels so do not think I have no authority over you. You are not following the appropriate procedure when dealing with the experimentation of a conscious subject. We have been over this. And as for her being a killer- *I smile a bit and shrug*- so am I. So are you. It does not matter how it is done. *I walk over to a table and pick up a flask and look at it's contents before setting it back down.* So, where are the pills I requested?
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Post by Kettu Jarva on Oct 2, 2011 22:27:11 GMT -5
*starts laughing hysterically* hes right you know. I'll kill you. I dont even know your name and I'll murder you right where you stand if i wasnt in this cage... *I look at him my black eye glaring at him while my light red pink hair is covering my green one* I will destroy this entire company and every thing it stands for!
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Post by charelsmay on Oct 2, 2011 22:28:30 GMT -5
*sighs* yes the pills *laughs at sugars out burst as I get orwell the medication* Keep believing that Enkeli.
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Post by Jonathon Orwell on Oct 2, 2011 22:35:41 GMT -5
*I smile and laugh at the killjoy. I walk closer, close enough to observe but far enough that if any sudden movements or threat of attack I will still be safe.* You are a curious one. Very outspoken like your counterparts. Must be a... deformity in a gene that you all possess. I would make you an offer but honestly, you are much too alike Carroll... Firebird I believe you call her? Yes, much too unpredictable. Excellent with observation but... I would have to see what you are capable before investing the time, energy and money into your... switch.
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Post by Kettu Jarva on Oct 2, 2011 22:41:50 GMT -5
*laughs harder and pushes the hair out of my face my different color eyes now clearly visible* you obviously havent heard of me you must be a new guy. Ive switched sides more times than i can count! what are you going to do? try to control me with that chip that was implanted in my brain? oh wait you dont know about that either! This stupid company has turned me into more of a machine than a human being! *I pace in the small cage my metal leg clanking on the cage* I dont even know if I would be an employee or something the company owns...
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Post by charelsmay on Oct 2, 2011 22:47:48 GMT -5
*I walk up to orwell with the pills* Just ignore her Mr. Orwell here are the pills you wanted! she will be quiet soon... *Picks up a syringe and starts to walk towards the holding cell*
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Post by Jonathon Orwell on Oct 2, 2011 22:53:18 GMT -5
*I watch her pace, waiting for her little outburst to end. I am not surprised by the metal adaptations added to her body. I had seen quite enough in New York. Charels hands me the pills and I place them in my pocket. When he picks up a syringe and nears her I place my hand on his shoulder to stop him.* Charels. We are having a conversation. Do not be rude and interupt.
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Post by Kettu Jarva on Oct 2, 2011 22:57:48 GMT -5
*I look at him a flash of appreciation crosses my eyes but is then replaced again with cold hatred* this company has done nothing but ruin my life Mr. Orwell I was tortured by one of your agents *I point to charels* his older brother! someone I was supposed to marry. I killed him I admit I murdered him gruesomely but it is what he deserved. I will do the same to charels as soon as I get out of here... That stupid chip in my brain can only control me for so long if you re activate it Mr. Orwell... I will be the best employee you can program but sooner or later it will wear off... unless they finally got the right combination of pills... I doubt it though...
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Yes, I'm still running - sort of. But it is lonely out here. Haven't seen anyone else for a while.
Aug 10, 2016 3:18:46 GMT -5
Yes, I'm still running - sort of. But it is lonely out here. Haven't seen anyone else for a while.
Aug 10, 2016 3:18:46 GMT -5
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