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Post by Jonathon Orwell on Oct 17, 2011 23:47:16 GMT -5
*I follow him to his office and watch the fight footage. Many of our agents hung back or were not very effective. I am happy to see Mahoney and Pacis take charge and fight. Most of all I examine the killjoys. I watch their fighting technique, the way they protect one another.*
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Post by Kettu Jarva on Oct 17, 2011 23:47:26 GMT -5
*a few hours later it actually could have been minutes time has now blurred together. I am picked up by guards and a crappy prosthetic leg is placed where my metal one should be they shove me towards the hall I look back at nack* Alex! Remember what I told you! *I feel the dracs start to push me more* LIVE YOUR LIFE! BE WHO YOU WANT TO BE!*the dracs start to shove me my shouting voice gets quieter as they push me further down the hall* DONT LET THEM CHANGE YOU! *i am shoved into an elevator and taken to the hospital wing where i see charels in a bed* I see you are still being effected by the venom *smirks* good.
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Post by NotACoolKid on Oct 17, 2011 23:54:30 GMT -5
*Nack's head snaps up as Enkeli's dragged away.* N-no! *He rushes to the bars of his cell, grabbing them, trying to reach through.* No! DON'T YOU FUCKING TAKE HER! *His shout ends just in time to hear the words she tells him, and then she's gone.*
*In a fit of rage, he spins, heading towards the back wall of his cell. Whirling around, he runs and flings himself at the bars, but receives only a pain in his side.*
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Post by charelsmay on Oct 17, 2011 23:57:14 GMT -5
*scowl at sugars comments* I am going to make you pay *I try to get up from the bed my entire body hurts but im not going to show it*
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Post by Kettu Jarva on Oct 17, 2011 23:59:46 GMT -5
*I totally ignore charels when i see Red laying in the bed across from him I rush over to her bed* RED! *I shake her lightly* kid what are you doing here?! wake up! *my eyes are fraught with worry* please wake up kid!
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Post by redhavoc on Oct 18, 2011 0:04:10 GMT -5
*I am pulled up from blackness. I feel movement and the first thing I see is Sug's face. I smile through the morphine and touch her face, looking around for fireworks. Where are they...? I notice there are IV's coming out of both my arms, my first hint that something is wrong...*
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Post by Kettu Jarva on Oct 18, 2011 0:07:28 GMT -5
*I keep asking her why she is here and realize it is a useless question she doesnt talk* Red... Get out of here as soon as you can... I... I dont want you to be who you were... I want you to be the curious firework loving red... *there are tears in my eyes* when you get out... I wont be there to help you understand things like i wanted... you are going to have to find your own way...
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Post by Jonathon Orwell on Oct 18, 2011 0:07:52 GMT -5
*Wilson is busy with the coffee and writing a report. I watch the monitors and start.* I believe we have a problem. Looks as though Charels took Sugar Queen out of her cell and brought her to the infirmary. One of the new killjoys is making a fuss in the cells. I am going to go try and contain the situation in the hospital ward. *I quickly get up and leave, taking the elevator to the appropriate floor.*
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Post by rileywilson on Oct 18, 2011 0:14:16 GMT -5
*I nod, telling Orwell I will watch from here. I watch the prison levels as well, making a list of potential candidates for my program. I briefly wonder if Orwell will ever put a shirt on, but then decide I like him better shirtless anyway*
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Post by redhavoc on Oct 18, 2011 0:18:30 GMT -5
*I frown a little and shake my head, my concept of time currently skewed. She's here right now, so why should she be crying? She looks prettier when she's smiling...or blowing things up. I try to wipe the tears away, my hands look small on her face*
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Post by Kettu Jarva on Oct 18, 2011 0:22:58 GMT -5
*I smile sadly at red she looks so much frailer than she was a few weeks ago or has it been a month already I cant tell anymore* Red... Im... I dont have much longer... Do you know where you are right now? *more tears roll down my cheeks*
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Post by redhavoc on Oct 18, 2011 0:26:58 GMT -5
*I shake my head. I don't....wait...I don't know where I am. I scoot up until I'm in a sitting position, using sug's arm to help, still too dizzy to see more than white...*
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Post by Kettu Jarva on Oct 18, 2011 0:28:57 GMT -5
*I push red lightly back onto the bed* red... please... heal up and then get out... trust no one here... go to that building i told you about... my brother will help you... *I turn to see orwell enter* I dont want trouble I just want to leave.
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Post by Jonathon Orwell on Oct 18, 2011 0:31:15 GMT -5
*I walk into the room scowling. I see May in the corner and just shake my head in disgust. The killjoy is over by the girl and I pull my gun out and aim it at her.* Back away now please. Cooperate and you will be escorted back to your cell Miss Jarvis.
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Post by redhavoc on Oct 18, 2011 0:33:21 GMT -5
*I feel Sug's hand slip out of my own as she turns around. I somehow get back up into a sitting position, suddenly fully aware of exactly where I am, and how bad things are about to get. I can't do anything but watch...*
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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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