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Post by Jonathon Orwell on Oct 21, 2011 20:45:25 GMT -5
*I nod my head, understandingly.* It certainly sounds intriguing. *I lead him to the medical ward and to the room where PB is laying in bed. He has slowly been recuperating, the healing time slowed down to his induced coma.* I feared he would wake and risk injuring himself further by trying to escape. *I pull the IV out of his arm and slap his face lightly a few times.* Wake up, you have a date.
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Post by petroleumblaster on Oct 21, 2011 21:40:38 GMT -5
*I blink, coming out of a dreamless sleep I've never experienced before. I see a white haze which morphs itself into a face. Orwell. I let out a wheezing sound as I try to lunge at him, only to find I'm strapped down. Even through the pain meds I feel fury, squirming and pulling at the restraints as best I can*
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Post by Jonathon Orwell on Oct 21, 2011 22:01:40 GMT -5
*I smile and wipe a strand of hair out of his eyes.* Keep trying. You are strapped in there pretty tightly. Your brother says hi. Oh and the alive one. Not the dead one. *I unplug all the equipment connected to him and pull the cot away from the wall. I get behind it and maneuver it towards the door.*
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Post by rileywilson on Oct 21, 2011 22:19:57 GMT -5
*I smile from the doorway, liking this side of Orwell. The killjoy keeps struggling, trying to say something, but he's too weak and all that comes out are incoherent sounds. I walk behind the cot with Orwell. Petroleum Blaster struggles less and less as he tires*
The room I prepared is one floor up. So, what BLI name are you going to give the twins? I really think you should be the one to decide.
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Post by Volume Virus on Oct 21, 2011 22:40:48 GMT -5
*I start to walk out of the medical ward, holding enough bottles of pills to last me two weeks and a prescription, smiling slightly. Life is perfect. I slow to a stop when I see Orwell pushing a stretcher with one of the Killjoys we took in on it and grin at my superiors.* Do you need any help with that, sirs? I'm sorry to interrupt....
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Post by rileywilson on Oct 21, 2011 23:47:52 GMT -5
Follow us if you want to learn, Pacis.
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Post by Volume Virus on Oct 21, 2011 23:53:03 GMT -5
*I blink, confused and a bit startled by the seemingly random outburst. I nod and walk along behind Orwell and the stretcher, feeling rather awkward, like I'm intruding on something I shouldn't be. I screw open one of the pill bottles and dry-swallow one of the little capsules, waiting, waiting....
And everything is suddenly glorious.*
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Post by Jonathon Orwell on Oct 22, 2011 0:22:40 GMT -5
*I push the gurney along the hallway, Pacis following behind.* Originally they were triplets. I like Neil. And Patrick. Last name? *I think for a moment, drawing a name from a past memory.* Oberst.
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Post by Rachel Mahoney on Oct 22, 2011 0:33:19 GMT -5
*I see Orwell and Wilson taking the injured killjoy somewhere with Angie following them* hello Mr. Orwell, Mr. Wilson, Angie. *I itch to join them and not have to watch the killjoys. They've been quiet lately and don't do much. It leaves the job of watching over them to be quite boring and uneventful*
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Post by Funhouse Gear on Oct 22, 2011 0:42:28 GMT -5
*When I hear the female crow address Owell and Wilson, I hurry back to the bars of my cell and try to catch a glimpse down the hall. The flash of bright yellow hair is all I need to see, and I grip the metal tighter, resting my head against the bars* Damn it, PB... they couldn't even wait until you were back on your feet...
*Looking the other way, I see Jump's feet hanging off the end of his bed. From where he is the main corridor that Orwell and the others went down isn't visible, and I don't call his attention to it. He hardly sleeps at all these days, and I don't want to wake him for something that will just torment him even more.*
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Post by rileywilson on Oct 22, 2011 1:47:42 GMT -5
*We wheel Petroleum Blaster, now Patrick, into a completely white and windowless room. A tech sits in a corner with sound equipment and two medical personnel wait with a tray of syringes. I go over to the tech and have him add the new BLI names of him and his brother to the track. Then I strap a set of headphones to Patrick's head, blindfold him securely, and then start my explanation for the benefit of the younger crows*
Patrick here will, for the next couple of hours, only hear what we want him to hear. In this way we hope to better his mind by reprogramming the way he thinks. The track starts out with standard BLI material, for which he will receive a positive sedative. When the killjoy stories start, the tech will signal the doctors to give our new member here something more powerful.
*I signal for the tech to start the track. Patrick begins almost immediately to yell as loud as he can and I signal for the group (minus the tech and medics) to go out. I shut the door after we are all in the hall*
He should tire himself out soon. The sedative will help. I think you will all find him more agreeable in a couple of days.
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Post by redhavoc on Oct 22, 2011 4:45:21 GMT -5
((This post is for Arson. I really need to go to bed, but I finished part of my homework!!! Whoooo!))
*After an hour? hours? a day? The images stop and they begin to unstrap me from the chair. I'm exhausted. My arms throb from the new needlemarks on my arms and my whole body is stiff from tensing. They half drag/half carry me to the bed, then turn out the lights and lock me in. I can feel the chair mere feet from me, waiting for our next session*
*I try to sleep, but images of mosterous killjoys crowd my braining. They grow fangs and horns in the dark, threatening to tear my tired brain apart. I dream of hiding behind a mask and stopping the monsters myself...no, I have to kill them or they won't go away... Something doesn't seem quite right. I am a weapon, but who am I fighting for?*
*I curl up in a ball, trying to remember if Sugar really did have blood dripping down her face when she told me I'd have to find my own way...*
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Post by Jonathon Orwell on Oct 22, 2011 8:26:51 GMT -5
*I follow Wilson back out into the hallway with a smirk on my face.* Extraordinary. I want to make sure I get a psych update as soon as he is finished. And functionable of course. *I chuckle and put my hands in my pocket* It seems to be highly effective and I would like to see it on more of the prisoners. Audio or visual.
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Post by Volume Virus on Oct 22, 2011 11:01:38 GMT -5
*I stay quiet, standing a little way off from Orwell and Wilson. That man was very loud, and I wonder how they will shut him up momentarily. But the process seems very interesting. Using chemicals and sound to alter minds? I do not see how it would work, but I suppose it would if the medics are using it to make the former Killjoy better.*
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Post by Rachel Mahoney on Oct 22, 2011 11:42:28 GMT -5
*The sound of the killjoy yelling is pretty unnerving to me, even from outside in the hall he still sounds very loud. I don't want to know exactly what he's going through, but it does make me question whether or not it would be a good idea to bring Static back if I find him if this is what he will have to go through*
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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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