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Post by Aerith Lin on Oct 16, 2011 12:34:34 GMT -5
*I enter the cells and observe the prisoners for a few minutes... they're very interesting... but none quite as interesting as ... him ... did they know of him? Perhaps... I notice the one with curly hair*
You again?
*notices there are actually a few of the ones from the supply truck day here*
hahaha, Told you we would be seeing each other again soon. Too bad, i was hoping it would be more sport than this.
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Post by Sylvia Main on Oct 16, 2011 12:58:31 GMT -5
*I'm sitting alone in a cell, doodling on some scrap paper I found in my pocket. I look up at the woman when she speaks. I smirk and say in a sarcastic tone:* Oh, I couldn't resist giving you the chance to beat me again. You did such a fine job the first time. *I scowl and go back to doodling a picture of me with my hands around her neck.*
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Post by NotACoolKid on Oct 16, 2011 13:01:48 GMT -5
*Nack's head snaps up at the sound of the woman's voice.* What? *He tries to get a better look of her, straining against the bars.* I can't leave my friends behind! That's a horrible thing to say! They deserve life just as much as I do! Just because I'm younger doesn't mean I have any more right to live than they do! *He looks her up and down, not quite understanding.*
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Post by Jonathon Orwell on Oct 16, 2011 13:06:33 GMT -5
*I awake in the morning quite free of pain. I know this is only possible because they have been pumping meds through an IV in my arm all night. I yank it out and grab a few pill bottles, pocketing them. I stand up and look in the mirror as I place my right arm in a sling. It has been splinted and with the calcium supplements and marrow growth medication I should be fine with in days. My laser wounds are wrapped and numb, as well as the area where the twin stabbed me with a fork. I scowl and leave the room. (Note: I am indeed shirtless because I can't put a shirt on due to wounds. This one's for you Stell ;D) I wander the busy hospital hallway till I come to the room with the twin. I stand by his bed and stare for a moment. He is tied tightly down and is unconscious. I read his chart and monitor. I want him well. I have seen what his family can do. If I can get him to be one of us... I grin at the thought.*
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Post by jumpstart on Oct 16, 2011 16:36:03 GMT -5
*I sit in the darkest corner of my cell I can find, listening to the other killjoys and guards. I feel so alone without PB. We've never been separated, not like this. I should have never answered the radio broadcast, never convinced PB that we should get involved. Who knows what the hell they're doing to him now. I wouldn't even mind being in BLI if he were here...*
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Post by Kettu Jarva on Oct 16, 2011 18:00:24 GMT -5
*I look over at the girl or androgynous guy* Im not saying to leave your friends Im saying... escape and come back with more to rescue them... its hard to get multiples out with no help.... *I go to scratch my missing leg again but end up scratching the air* Cant they even just give me a regular prosthetic...
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Post by Max Griffiths on Oct 16, 2011 20:47:40 GMT -5
*I wake up a few more times, but never all the way. The IV tells me they've got a constant stream of morphine or something stonger going, and although once or twice I'm aware of the doctors working on me, they never loosen the restraints. I wonder where Red is, and what they'll do to her when she's recovered enough. For myself, I'm not worried. They can't do anything worse than they already have.*
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Post by Jonathon Orwell on Oct 16, 2011 21:27:18 GMT -5
*I leave him where he lay and walk to the O.R. Red is out and sedated as well. Although she had previously been on my unit this is the first time I have actually gotten to examine her. Much to my surprise she is quite young and frail looking. But that may just be due to blood loss. I peek under her wrappings and see that they have used lasers to burn the hole in her abdomen closed. It will take a few days to heal but by then I should have her ready to be reintegrated into the unit and BLI.*
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Post by rileywilson on Oct 16, 2011 23:18:21 GMT -5
*I wake up and grab a coffee in the cafeteria before heading to the OR. I see Jonathon already there, looking at Red*
Magnificent, isn't she? One of my finest to date. As soon as they're healthy enough I'll break them both for retraining. It will probably take a week...five days if we push it. You know, I picked Red for the Crow program not because she was athletic or anything like that. No, she thought differently, didn't want to play with the other kids at recess, and I liked that.
*I frown a little when I really look at her. She seems thinner, but it's nothing a couple injections and some food won't cure. I'll need to retest her combat and analytical skills as well. Perhaps I'll have her train with that new androgynous killjoy, someone her own age...*
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Post by petroleumblaster on Oct 16, 2011 23:23:14 GMT -5
*I float up from nowhere, bright lights and plasterboard the first things I see. I try to move, but it still feels like I'm floating, and I realize I must be pumped full of something good...probably morphine. I watch the IV's in my arms for ten minutes before I realize what they are and even then it doesn't really bother me. When a nurse comes by I ask for my brother, but she just smiles and gently wipes my face. She is pretty...I wonder where I am, my mind unable to connect my most recent memories with my present condition. I really wish Stell would drop by....*
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Post by Jonathon Orwell on Oct 16, 2011 23:44:11 GMT -5
*I nod.* Magnificent indeed. If Max had taken so well to her I am sure she is quite the agent.
*I look at him, from head to toe. He sips his coffee.* I did not know you could hand to hand combat so well. I was surprised by your abilities while fighting the one... Funhouse Gear I think his name is.
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Post by rileywilson on Oct 17, 2011 0:39:51 GMT -5
*I shrug*
I told you before, I used to be an Exterminator. It took alot of bureaucratic work to get out of that job. It's a dead-end career. Exterminators may be the best at what they do, but the higher-ups expect you to die and be replaced eventually. Once I realized this I knew I had to get out of it.
Before I was an Exterminator, I was a doctor here, but with that too I was...unsatisfied.
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Post by Funhouse Gear on Oct 17, 2011 1:44:33 GMT -5
*Sitting against the wall of my cell, I try to occupy myself by thinking of escape plans. I'm not coming up with much. Then one of my mental narratives included what would happen if Arson, Stell, and the others tried to get us out, and from then on I focus on NOT imagining that. Those of us in here will just have to find a way.*
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Post by NotACoolKid on Oct 17, 2011 7:09:24 GMT -5
*Nack glances at the girl again, half listening* If I could escape, I probably would have by now. But even if I did, if I escaped and then came back for the others, who's to say that there really would be something left to save? This place seems like a brutal place. *She nods to the woman's missing leg* They don't care about anyone. For all I know, I could leave and come back, ready to be heroic, and then find that there's no one left to save and get myself captured again.
*With this, Nack sits close to the bars, hugging her knees to her chest again. She's so out of her element, and her numb left arm is starting to annoy her.*
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Post by Jonathon Orwell on Oct 17, 2011 7:51:35 GMT -5
*I listen to him speak. His build is more slight than I would expect and he much more fits the profile of a doctor. But after seeing him fight I look at him slightly different.* Are you satisfied now?
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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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