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Post by Jonathon Orwell on Oct 20, 2011 21:03:25 GMT -5
My men read what they need to read- your files and the labels on their prescriptions. *I still have my gun aimed at Jump on the floor and the other drac and Mahoney train their guns on Sylvia and the man. I am not intimidated.* I repeat, lower the guns and your friend will not die.
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Post by jumpstart on Oct 20, 2011 21:12:12 GMT -5
*I stare down the barrel of the gun. Orwell smiles at me, bastard*
My brother and I will kill you someday, Orwell. I promise you.
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Post by Jonathon Orwell on Oct 20, 2011 21:38:56 GMT -5
*I laugh, nearly doubling over. I find him quite amusing.* We will see about that. With enough drugs or a well placed laser you might never see the light of day again. Just like your idiotic brother.
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Post by Funhouse Gear on Oct 20, 2011 22:28:00 GMT -5
*I don't move* You wouldn't risk your own skin. You're too much of a narcissist, and you know if you shoot him I'll shoot you before your men take me down. Retro and I don't have much left to lose.
*I'm bluffing a bit, though, because we do have something left to lose. Or at least, I know I do. As long as I'm breathing there's a chance of escape, and dying down here won't fix anything. If it looks like Orwell's really going to shoot Jump, I know I'll give in*
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Post by jumpstart on Oct 20, 2011 23:26:49 GMT -5
*I'm close to tears and angry at myself for appearing so weak in front of Orwell*
You kept him alive for days after you captured him. I- I saw the body. He didn't deserve that. No one deserves that.
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Post by Jonathon Orwell on Oct 20, 2011 23:37:57 GMT -5
*I roll my eyes at both Jump and the man.*I tried to make him Better. Instead he refused. Not my fault he would not let us fix him after he was injured. We merely needed information. You could have saved him yourself if you were not off hiding in some ditch like a coward.
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Post by jumpstart on Oct 20, 2011 23:40:55 GMT -5
We didn't even know where he was, you bastard. Now shoot me already.
*I spit in his face. Unhygienic for a doctor, but not for a brother*
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Post by Jonathon Orwell on Oct 21, 2011 0:06:07 GMT -5
Ew. *I take out a handkerchief and wipe my face. I shake my head and put my gun down.* I am not going to shoot you. You are too valuable of an asset. Him on the other hand- *I gesture to the draculoid that Main has.* He is not. *I make sure Mahoney still has her gun trained on the man, Gear I believe his name is, before I turn and walk away.*
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Post by Funhouse Gear on Oct 21, 2011 0:14:44 GMT -5
*I lower my gun when Orwell does the same, but the crow covering me doesn't relax. I sigh, then reluctantly set my gun on the floor outside the bars and slide it away from myself.* There. I come in peace and whatnot. You can stop aiming at me now.
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Post by jumpstart on Oct 21, 2011 0:15:13 GMT -5
Shit. My brother and I will kill you someday, Orwell! Don't forget it!
*I'm shaking with rage. I slam my fist against the bars, wishing it were his face*
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Post by Sylvia Main on Oct 21, 2011 0:20:48 GMT -5
*I shove the draculoid away and do the same with my gun as Gear. I look over at the guys.* Jump! Jump just calm down. Gear was right, screaming at them doesn't help anything.
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Post by jumpstart on Oct 21, 2011 0:28:36 GMT -5
*I look over at Retro, hand throbbing. There are tears in my eyes*
Why? Why, Retro, why should I calm down?! He was right there and I couldn't even get him! That man killed a part of me....*I look up at nothing* Phantom, I'm so sorry...
*I punch the bars again, with the other hand this time. At least they hurt evenly now...*
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Post by Funhouse Gear on Oct 21, 2011 0:38:48 GMT -5
*I answer on Retro's behalf, knowing that Jump probably won't listen to either of us* Because now isn't the time, and you know it. If you can just hold on long enough, you'll get your chance. You have to be strong for your brother - *I pause, then correct myself* For your brothers.
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Post by jumpstart on Oct 21, 2011 0:47:53 GMT -5
*I nod and just stand there, thinking about how the three of us swore we'd be together forever. I used to pity people who were not triplets or at least twins. I didn't understand how they could survive without the deep, understanding support system we had. I still don't*
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Post by redhavoc on Oct 21, 2011 1:10:33 GMT -5
*I follow Wilson through the halls, completly miserable and now my stomach hurts again as well. I'm a little dissappointed I can't even land a hit on him, but mostly I'm just terrified. I wonder where Max is... Max would never hit me...*
*People stare as we go past. I keep my head down, not making eye contact. Before I realize it we are in the main lobby. Orwell signs us out. I watch all the people coming and going. I want to yell out at them all to save me, but none of them would react or understand anyway. I'm a prisoner in a crowd*
*We go out the park by the tower. When I was in training I used to stare out at the park, but we were never allowed to go there. The park is for civilians. We stand in one corner, watching kids play on white plastic equipment and moms chatting on benches as they pop pills. We are either invisible or they are avoiding looking at us*
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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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