Rachel Mahoney
BLInd Kid
split in two and never quite whole
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Post by Rachel Mahoney on Nov 14, 2011 21:06:57 GMT -5
*I take back what I thought earlier, he most definitely is completely insane. I quickly close the door and the maniacal laughter is cut off*
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Post by rileywilson on Nov 14, 2011 23:14:51 GMT -5
*I step outside of the Tower, uneasy after Orwell radios that they've caught someone. I want to see this Viper for myself. This can't be over...*
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Post by Jonathon Orwell on Nov 14, 2011 23:31:14 GMT -5
*After I instruct the toll dracs to reinstate the lock down we transport the captive back to the tower. I am surprised with how well Ms. Pacis handled the... oddities of our captive. Even Mahoney deals with it well. His laughter is slightly disturbing but even insanity can be fixed. We arrive at the tower and we drag him out of the back of the van. My unit and I lead him down to the lower levels and lock him in one of the most high tech cells we have.* I have a few questions for you. I can only assume you are one of these Vipers, no?
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Post by thevipers on Nov 14, 2011 23:40:22 GMT -5
*Basilisk, restrained with cuffs begins contorting himself about the room and laughing maniacally.* You have questions for me? *Basilisk slams his head into the bars and twists his head sideways, staring at Orwell* You don't do much, do you mister white man? HEhHEHEH *He smiles widely and begins gnawing on the bars* Whatcha wanna know? How many people i've killed? my name? Oh! oh! How about the number of women and children i've killed and/or defiled?? *He smiles widely and mouths the word "twelve"*
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Post by Jonathon Orwell on Nov 14, 2011 23:47:13 GMT -5
*I raise an eyebrow. I am disturbed, not by what he says but by his actions. But I like the challenge ahead of trying to fix him. I fold my arms and yawn while waiting for his rant to be over.* That's very interesting. What you do for extracurricular activities does not concern me. Yes, I would like your name and also any information you can give me about the Vipers. Especially that of what your future plans are.
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Post by rileywilson on Nov 14, 2011 23:52:24 GMT -5
*I follow Orwell down to the cells, letting Orwell interrogate Basilisk until he wants me to cut in. I find the man fascinating. He watches people's movements, not the people themselves, and keeps sniffing the air...*
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Post by thevipers on Nov 15, 2011 0:05:28 GMT -5
Ahhhhh that's what you want to know? Why didn't you ask? *He suddenly becomes very serious* Look, I'm a very dangerous man. I scare myself. Please. Do not let me out of here. I don't want to be this evil... really i don't... I just... *he begins to break down into tears and huddles to the corner of the room* I don't want to be this way! I don't! Oh god! I'm sorry! I'm so... *his sobs become laughter once more* Hahaha, who the fuck am i kiddin? You want my name? Fuck you. You want information on the Vipers? We're going to burn your city down. What's the future plan? HAHAHAHAHAAHAH What plan? You think we have a fucking plan? Your city is a fucking smudge on the world map. We just want to see it burn. Fuck the future. I just want to hear every last man, woman and child screaming for their life. After that? I'll fucking please myself to the thought of it. *Basilisk spits on the ground and stands back up, he walks over to Orwell* So try and fix me Doc. Cuz i'm REAL messed up.
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Post by Jonathon Orwell on Nov 15, 2011 0:10:32 GMT -5
*I smile.* Gladly. Do not dare me. *I wink and back off. I usher Wilson who just entered the room to take over. I whisper in his ear.* Good luck. Meet me in my office is ten. *I order a group of 3 guards to protect Wilson and stay there when he leaves. Making my way up I make sure a guard is posted at every section of the prison and all the elevators can be locked down.*
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Post by Incendiary Aftermath on Nov 15, 2011 0:13:16 GMT -5
*I walk up to the tower, and, for the first time, actually ask for entry. I tune my radio to Orwell's signal and start the transmission.* Orwell, this is Aftermath. Me and my team are standing right outside. Also, we're armed to the teeth, so don't try anything funny.
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Post by redhavoc on Nov 15, 2011 0:16:23 GMT -5
*I get a message from one of Wilson's assistants and go down to the cells as he instructs. I pass Orwell and others from the unit on the way and I keep my head down, avoiding eye contact. To my surprise, the guards let me through and slowly walk up to Wilson. He's tlooking at a deranged-looking prisoner*
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Post by rileywilson on Nov 15, 2011 0:19:10 GMT -5
*Half a minute after Orwell leaves, Red appears, right on time. I want to gauge Basilisk's reaction to Red and this will be a valuable lesson for her as well*
Ah, Red. Good. I wanted you to see what Better Living fights against... what the zones can do to a person.
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Post by Jonathon Orwell on Nov 15, 2011 0:19:35 GMT -5
*I am in the lobby walking to the elevators when I get Aftermaths transmission. I chuckle and shake my head at his insecurities. I tell the secretary at the desk to alert my fellow unit leaders. A small group of exterminators accompany me outside but keep their guns low but at the ready. I smirk and fold my arms when I stop in front of him.* I did not realize I would be seeing you quite so soon Aftermath. *I look at his companions and nod my head to each in acknowledgement.*
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Post by Incendiary Aftermath on Nov 15, 2011 0:21:34 GMT -5
Yea well, *I lower my gun and look towards the wall* They're coming sooner than i thought. You have their leader. They won't like that very much.
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Post by thevipers on Nov 15, 2011 0:24:49 GMT -5
*Basilisk shifts his view to Wilson and Red and locks his eyes onto them, he appears upset* The zones? No... No, this isn't the zones. YOU THINK THAT THIS IS WHAT THAT FUCKING DESERT CAN DO TO SOMEONE? *He shakes his head* no... no... this is what your DRUGS do to people. This is what years and years of living without a father can do to you. THIS IS WHAT GOD HAS MADE ME! *He goes back into his laugh and slams, once again, into the bars* That's what you think you are, right? Gods? Saviors to the fucking people! *he tilts his head once more* Hello... God.
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Post by Jonathon Orwell on Nov 15, 2011 0:29:24 GMT -5
Oh, their leader? *I chuckle slightly. I knew he was someone important. They would not send in an incompetent member for something so big unless he was merely a distraction. I invite them into the tower.* Do not worry, you have a free pass. It is a... special occasion.
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