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Post by Jonathon Orwell on Oct 16, 2011 1:30:06 GMT -5
*I step out and watch the process. I am amused when the twins are seperated.* He will be fine. As will you. We will make you better. *I smile evilly at him and walk over to the other vehicle where Red is being placed on a stretcher.*
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Post by Funhouse Gear on Oct 16, 2011 1:36:32 GMT -5
*I can't help looking around me as I'm escorted off with the others, distracted by the lights and noise. It feels so strange to be back in the city... all that time spent looking at the tower from the streets. I never thought I'd end up inside it as a prisoner.*
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Post by Max Griffiths on Oct 16, 2011 1:39:51 GMT -5
*A spike of pain at the base of my skull announces my return to consciousness. I turn my head to the side, trying to avoid the white lights shining down on me, and realize I can't move or sit up. My thoughts are forming too slowly... by the time I remember what's happening I've been wheeled across the bay to the elevators, and the doors are opening before I start trying to break free*
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Post by Kettu Jarva on Oct 16, 2011 1:40:16 GMT -5
*I see the dracs bring in more prisoners I just watch staying quiet*
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Post by redhavoc on Oct 16, 2011 1:44:55 GMT -5
*I struggle as they load me out, seeing Retro and then Gear pass by me. I see the halogen lights and turn just in time to see Max dissappear in the elevator. Someone's screaming for their brother and there's movement everywhere. A white lab-coat dance. Heavy arms hold me still and there is a painful poke in my neck. I calm down almost immedietly, the drugs forcing me to relax. I quickly fall asleep, my last thought being if I'll ever see Max again...*
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Post by jumpstart on Oct 16, 2011 1:49:45 GMT -5
*I go ballistic when Orwell looks at me. I try to run after him and the guards trip me, laughing. One kicks me in the side before they drag me up. I can barely breath as they shove me in the elevator and we ride down to the prison level*
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Post by Sylvia Main on Oct 16, 2011 1:55:49 GMT -5
*I shudder and shrink when Jump screams for PB. Then he's kicked and dragged away and I just stand feeling helpless. The others walk onwards and I'm left by the tall man again. He is quite handsome. We make eye contact and we hold it. Then I turn away and follow Red's stretcher unwilling to let her go.*
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Post by Volume Virus on Oct 16, 2011 1:56:26 GMT -5
*I wince when the guards trip the doctor man. It was incredibly uncalled-for and I don't understand why they could think it was funny. He's a human too, and apparently a better one than some of my coworkers. I'm more than slightly ticked off, and fumble for a pill bottle before realizing that I didn't bring one. There goes that plan. And the medication is wearing off, too....* Is there anything you would like me to do?
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Rachel Mahoney
BLInd Kid
split in two and never quite whole
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Post by Rachel Mahoney on Oct 16, 2011 2:07:18 GMT -5
*I hop out of the van and check my side, it's not bleeding and the temporary bandage is holding up so I don't bother having anybody check it over. I quickly swallow one of my pills to help calm myself down. Why am I so on edge lately?*
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Post by rileywilson on Oct 16, 2011 2:09:39 GMT -5
*I go over to Orwell, letting the guards take care of the killjoys*
You should go with the stretchers, Orwell, get that arm looked at.
*I look over to the elevators and yell* Hey, make sure Max is sedated! I don't want any problems.
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Post by Max Griffiths on Oct 16, 2011 2:15:06 GMT -5
*Immediately after hearing Wilson's command, I feel a painful jab and get dizzy. My words are slurred and incoherent when I try to say something, and my body feels so heavy I don't think I could move even if I wasn't restrained. Everything after that is just an insensible blur of white, and I can't focus on anything long enough to figure out where I'm being taken.*
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Post by Jonathon Orwell on Oct 16, 2011 2:22:15 GMT -5
*The curly haired girl and I make eye contact. Then she turns away and I can't help but watch her leave. She is quite an anomaly, something I did not expect. My thoughts are interrupted by Wilson. I shake my head.* It is not as serious as it seems. I will go make sure Max and the girl are kept separate.
*I follow the procession of stretchers, holding my arm tightly against my abdomen. I try to walk straight and ignore my afflictions. When we get to the infirmary I have Red put in the east infirmary and Max in the west.* Keep them both heavily sedated until Wilson and I can oversee them.
*I am then escorted to a room where my arm is painfully set and my laserwounds are treated. I am heavily medicated and am forced to lay down and sleep in the infirmary.*
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Post by rileywilson on Oct 16, 2011 2:48:26 GMT -5
*I follow the guards to the prison level, making sure everyone is settled in their own cell before heading to the infirmary to check on Max, Red, and the killjoy twin. Red is in surgery, through the window I can see that they are operating on her side. I feel no guilt over the fact that I'm the reason she needs surgery in the first place. It was necessary*
*Max is being prepped, that awful mask finally off. I avoid looking at his face, instead noticing that even some of his fingers are broken...I guess that's what you get for being hit by a car*
*The killjoy is a mass of monitor wires and tubes, but the doctors assure me he will be much better in a couple days*
*I stroll back to my office to start a report and end up sleeping very well on the couch that night. Nothing like a successful mission to start off the week. I predict that after a week everyone will be healthy enough to start... rehabilitation*
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Post by NotACoolKid on Oct 16, 2011 4:35:17 GMT -5
*From the moment the guards lay a hand on Nack to the time she's tossed in her cell, nothing issues forth from her mouth except a constant barrage of insults peppered by the occasional curse. This is not what she expected, not what she wanted. She bares her teeth at the guards that trip Jumpstart and glares at everyone around her. Fuck them all. Not three days ago, she was a free spirit in the middle of the desert. And now? Now she's being held captive for something she didn't even know was a crime.*
*The guards drop her off, and she instantly rushes to the bars of her cage, yelling after them as they retreat. She challenges them to fights, to verbal battles. She tells them to attack her. But in the end, she's left in her cell with nothing but herself and rage. With her right arm - the only one that she can feel at the moment - she slams a hard punch into the back wall of her cell. She knows it won't do anything, but the sudden violence makes her feel at least slightly better. A few breaths later, and she sinks to the ground, holding her knees, trying to swallow a lump in the back of her throat. Why? Why is this happening?*
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Post by Kettu Jarva on Oct 16, 2011 9:26:31 GMT -5
*I hop up to the bars when the person across from my cell sinks to the ground* hey kid... dont lose hope... as soon as you can... get out of here I know they have your friends too... but.... *sighs* Its easier to get out by your self. *I hop back to my bed frustrated that they had to take my metal leg* I already know my fate. Yours is yet to be written kid dont you dare give up.
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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.
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