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Post by redhavoc on Oct 23, 2011 2:21:25 GMT -5
*I stop moving forward, something in my chest caving in as I meet Max's eye. Suddenly, without even really thinking about it, I quickly move forward. A last attempt. Denial. Please, Max, make me worth something...*
*I stop right in front of him and point to myself and then to him. Us against the world, right?*
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Post by Max Griffiths on Oct 23, 2011 2:32:43 GMT -5
*I try to speak, but it seems like there's something blocking my throat. It's a different kind of pain; not because of what I'm feeling, but because I'm feeling anything at all. This is what they've done to me... and this is what they'll do to Red if they can. I just shake my head, momentarily as mute as she is. There are so many things I need to say, but none of them will make this any easier.*
No, Red. Not this time. Will you do something for me? *She nods once, automatically, though the look in her eyes is far from consenting* I want you to forget me. I want you to forget we ever met. And I'm - *I stop, feeling like I'm on the edge of something terrible* - I'm going to do the same. Goodbye, Red.
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Post by redhavoc on Oct 23, 2011 2:55:48 GMT -5
*Tears immedietly begin to flow from my eyes. I can't help it. I know now that no one can love me. I am just a weapon. I back out of the room and begin to run, my last vision is of Max bowing his head... he can't even look at me*
*I realize the corridors are still empty and on an impulse I decide to repay my last debt. I don't care about the consequences anymore*
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Post by Max Griffiths on Oct 23, 2011 3:04:28 GMT -5
*As Red's footsteps fade away down the hall, I feel something break. I stepped over the edge, and it's not the first but it's different this time. This time, I did it myself. The anxiety and the energy drain from me and I sit motionless in my bonds, staring at the doorway unseeing. Strange to think I was so upset a moment ago. There's nothing left, and now it seems that there was never really anything to begin with. It was always going to lead up to this moment. None of it ever mattered.*
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Post by rileywilson on Oct 23, 2011 3:14:54 GMT -5
*Orwell and I are both grinning ear to ear and we hurriedly talk about what to do now that we have Max and Red. The future is very bright indeed. We are interrupted when the tech tries to get our attention*
Wilson & Orwell: 'WHAT?!'
Tech: Red Havoc is not appearing on any of the monitors...
Wilson: *I frown. I see Max sitting silent and broken where we left him...but the rest of the corridors are empty. In fact, the whole section is empty. I radio the two Exterminators. Telling them to meet me outside of the lockdown section. I leave quickly, not wanting anything to ruin my perfect day*
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Post by redhavoc on Oct 23, 2011 3:48:36 GMT -5
*I climb through the duct system to the next floor down. It's the prison level. Perfect. I silently run through the rows of cells until I find the one I am looking for. The first drac goes down quickly with an elbow to the head. I take the gun and shoot the others, taking thecardkey off the last one. I swipe the card through the reader on each cell and throw the gun to Funhouse before taking another, smaller handgun. I have precious few minutes to get them to the garage complex*
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Post by Funhouse Gear on Oct 23, 2011 3:53:40 GMT -5
*I'm startled by Red's sudden appearance, but know better than to question it. Besides, there's something about her expression I don't like. Something's wrong. Catching the gun, I step into the corridor and check that everyone's ready to go; Jump had been asleep but he's wide awake now, and Retro's already out of her own cell. Nack, though, is just standing there looking bemused.*
Damn it, Nack, come on. *I keep my voice low and grab his hand, tugging him along with us.*
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Rachel Mahoney
BLInd Kid
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Post by Rachel Mahoney on Oct 23, 2011 12:08:19 GMT -5
*i jerk myself awake when I realize I fell asleep while still on post. I really hope no one saw me asleep or I'm dead. As I try make myself more presentable, I notice one of the dracs who was on guard with me on the ground with raygun wound on his chest, still smoking. I take a look through the doorway and I see Red unlocking the killjoy's cells. Iimmediately go on alert and hide myself inside the doorway, setting my rifle on stun and readying myself if I can get a good shot off*
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Post by Jonathon Orwell on Oct 23, 2011 17:21:57 GMT -5
*Wilson leaves and I am left alone. Completely alone. I smile and get up from my chair and unlock the door to the room. I stand in the shadows for a moment before stepping into the bright light.* Perfect Max. You did splendidly.
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Post by Max Griffiths on Oct 23, 2011 17:25:53 GMT -5
*I hear Orwell's words but don't respond. I have nothing to say to him, or to anyone.*
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Post by Sylvia Main on Oct 23, 2011 17:28:17 GMT -5
*The doors are unlocked and I run out into the hall.* Jump, let's GO. *I watch to make sure Nack isn't very resistant.*
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Post by Jonathon Orwell on Oct 23, 2011 17:32:43 GMT -5
*I circle him slowly and stop behind him, placing my hands on his shoulders.* We are only trying to fix you. You should have never befriended your partner, nothing good ever comes from personal relationships. Trust me. *I lean down close to his ear and whisper.* We will make you Better. Let is fix you. Remember what it was like before you cared?
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Post by Volume Virus on Oct 23, 2011 17:38:06 GMT -5
*I was only going to check on the prisoners, but instead I find myself in a situation of pressure. Again. How on Earth did they escape? My medication is running a stream of impulses into my brain: go after them, stop them, trip them, shoot them, whatever it takes, just GET THEM BACK!
I'm trying to fight it, I really am. Part of me wants this ragtag bunch to actually be able to escape, to be free, and most of me just wants them to be happy. If outside is where that happens, I don't understand it, but so be it. I lunge into Miss Main's path, though, looking almost hurt. She said she had been here before. She knew what it was like. Something in the back of my brain kept saying that she knew who I was....* Please don't do this! You could be happy here, too!
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Post by Max Griffiths on Oct 23, 2011 17:42:24 GMT -5
*I turn my head slowly, though not enough to see him. My voice is flat and emotionless when I speak.* I have been fixed. Now I am perfect. *I look straight ahead again* I don't want to remember anything.
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Post by Sylvia Main on Oct 23, 2011 17:47:12 GMT -5
*I stop in front of Pacis.* No, not here. This is... false happy. Trust me on this one. *I pause.* Come with 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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