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Post by Sylvia Main on Oct 20, 2011 10:13:38 GMT -5
*I smile* Such a shame to put us animals down. *I try to think of ways we can get out of here. Personally, I don't mind being an agent again if they don't kill me. Even if it means being medicated to the point of drooling, just so long as the others get back to the desert.*
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Post by Jonathon Orwell on Oct 20, 2011 10:21:52 GMT -5
Well it is nice to know you are on board Main. Not like you had much of a choice anyways. *I smile and radio her new medication. I include the others as well. A toxicologist should already have prescriptions ready for each of the prisoners, based off the blood work and psychological exams. I smile crookedly and nod a goodbye.* It was pleasant to meet you Miss Main. Have A Better Day.
*I walk further down the hallway till I get to the cell of the orange haired girl. We did not have a file on her but we have already started one. One of the guards overheard her being called Nack. What sort of name is that? These killjoys are quite peculiar.*
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Post by NotACoolKid on Oct 20, 2011 12:33:09 GMT -5
*Nack has spent the last few days eating a relatively small amount, even for him in hopes that it'll force BLI to let him and out, and that he can therefore make his escape. After about three days in the cell, his hopes of a rescue started to dissolve, and he's begun to formulate other plans of escape.*
*His head now snaps up to the man that approaches his cell. It's the man he shot; the one with the identical injuries to Nack. It looks, however, like this man is doing better than the orange haired Killjoy. Nack smiles viciously at the man's approach; a week in the cell and the memory of Enkeli have only served to reinforce his attitude problem.*
Oh! So the high king's bothered to emerge from his chambers. He's even come down to mingle with the commoners! Oh! Forgive my atrocious manners! *Nack extends his right arm across his torso (the left one is still in a sling) and bows deeply* Oh my most gracious lord. How wondrous it is of you to take time out of your busy schedule to visit me. *He falls to his knees, groveling sarcastically* I am unworthy!
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Post by Jonathon Orwell on Oct 20, 2011 12:38:20 GMT -5
*I scowl and raise one eyebrow. I fold my arms over my chest and wait for it's speech to be over.* Finished? *I hold out a pair of handcuffs.* You can put these on yourself or I can stun you. Your choice. You going to the medical bay.
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Post by NotACoolKid on Oct 20, 2011 12:48:49 GMT -5
*Nack sneers at him* Why? *She takes the handcuffs roughly and clamps one over her right wrist with difficulty* I'm perfect content with having an immobile left arm. It makes pitying me a hell of a lot easier. *Her eyes flash as she looks up at him*
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Post by Jonathon Orwell on Oct 20, 2011 13:05:23 GMT -5
*I roll my eyes and unlock the door. I quickly grab its other wrist and slap the handcuffs on.* Believe me, it is not just for your physical well being I am taking care of. And do not play the sympathy card with me.*I drag it out of its cell and down the hall towards the elevator.* Welcome to BLI. What is your name? Not Nack, no no. Your REAL name.
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Post by NotACoolKid on Oct 20, 2011 13:18:53 GMT -5
*Nack struggles against the cuffs, but what good is it? He suddenly gets the sinking feeling that he's completely doomed to whatever it is this man wants. His life, at the moment, is symbolically over. So how does he cope? With more sarcasm, of course.*
*He looks over his shoulder, batting his eyelashes* I'm Brittany. Or...or maybe it was Bart. *He laughs* Maybe it was Brittney Bart Barfbag! At least that's a nicer name than whatever the hell yours is. *This is stupid. He knows it. But rational thought abandoned him when the panic set in.*
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Post by Jonathon Orwell on Oct 20, 2011 13:29:25 GMT -5
My name is Orwell. Jonathon Orwell. If you do not have a preference as to your title I will simply refer to you as Taylor. *I choose a name that could be transgender. I honestly can not tell. I take it up to the infirmary and with the help of some nurses we strap it down to a bad. I stand back and watch as they cut off the top portion of its shirt. They work quickly, using lasers to glue the wounds together and apply antiseptic.*
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Post by NotACoolKid on Oct 20, 2011 13:36:26 GMT -5
*Nack realizes when the straps get set in place that there is really no more use in fighting. But dammit, she promised she wouldn't let them get to her. Her eyes travel to Orwell, sizing him up.*
Hey. Jon. Is this how you get your kicks? Watching mysteriously-gendered kids get stripped in front of you? *She looks down at the cloth that's been removed, frowning.* That belonged to a friend, you know. I was supposed to take care of it. Way to be an ass. Oh. And my name's Alex, okay? Taylor sounds too girly for me. Not nearly confusing enough.
*She does her best to talk over herself as she watches the doctors with great fascination. They can't know she's interested in this, but she can't help but stare.*
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Post by Sylvia Main on Oct 20, 2011 15:28:48 GMT -5
*I cringe when I see Nack being led away. Red is gone, Sugar is gone, I can't let her be transformed either. I sigh, can't believe I'm about to do what I'm about to do. I take the plain white Rubiks cube and chuck it as hard as I can a guards head. He spins are and and angrily marches over. He begins to scream at me through the bar but I quickly yank his gun out of his holster and wrap an arm around his neck. I put the gun to his head. the other dracs rush towards us to help.* Don't get any closer!
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Post by Jonathon Orwell on Oct 20, 2011 15:29:44 GMT -5
*Its attempts at patronize me make me laugh. There really is not that much skin showing and I could care less which gender it is.* Well Alex you really are-- *My radio goes off an we apparently have trouble in the cells. I sigh and address the nurses.* I will be right back. Keep an eye on her. *I quickly run towards the stairwell and go down to the basement.*
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Post by jumpstart on Oct 20, 2011 15:37:48 GMT -5
*Something sparks when I see Retro take the gun and I extend my leg beyond the bars of my cell, tripping several of the dracs. I try to grab for a gun, but can't quite reach it, so I just kick them more instead. I've been quiet this entire time, but I can't stand it anymore*
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Post by Rachel Mahoney on Oct 20, 2011 15:58:44 GMT -5
*i go with the other dracs on guard and train my laser rifle between the two killjoys. I'm a little unsure of what exactly to do but I try to not show it*
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Post by Jonathon Orwell on Oct 20, 2011 16:11:51 GMT -5
*I walk down the corridor, pulling my gun out. I see Miss Main and the twin Jumpstart have caused quite a commotion. I point my gun at Jumpstart.* Miss Main, I encourage you to put the gun down or your friend here will be dead.
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Post by Funhouse Gear on Oct 20, 2011 19:54:38 GMT -5
*There are really too many dracs to fit in the relatively narrow corridor now that the alarm has been raised, and when Orwell gets involved I manage to stretch my arm through the bars of my cell, catch hold of the wrist of one of the nearest guards, and twist the ray gun out of his grasp. Stepping back from the bars I aim at Orwell's head and raise my voice over the commotion*
Apparently none of your men have read The Green Mile, Orwell.
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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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