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Post by Volume Virus on Apr 16, 2012 19:41:22 GMT -5
*I squirm, squeal, and try to keep my clothes on. It's a futile effort, seeing as there are ice-cold robot claw-hands tearing at me. Some leave shallow scratches in my skin. Eventually, the black suit is the only thing covering my body (it's thinner than I thought it was) and the bloodstained clothes are tatters. I cross my arms over my chest and move my glare to the robot for once. LaCY. My last hope.* And to think I ever put ANY faith in you. *I spit at the ground and return my glare to Manson.*
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Post by Hank Manson on Apr 17, 2012 15:42:00 GMT -5
You put your faith in a machine? How hopeless are you? Let's go. *I open the hatch to the garage and pull Nox along and set her into the car.* You go in, and distract the Killjoys. I will retrieve the package.
*I can't understand why Nox reacted the way she did. I hadn't chosen to do that. If Hank commands something, i'm programmed to do it...* I was... only following orders. Only... following orders... Orders...
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Post by Volume Virus on Apr 17, 2012 15:49:45 GMT -5
Well, it's not like you give me much hope. At least that machine wasn't actively trying to torture, rape, and kill me. Then again, it's not like it was actually nice. Any sort of kindness that it showed was another test. To see if I trusted easily and how much it hurt when that trust was hit with a hammer. Right? *I toss the inactive sword hilt from one hand to the other. I need to keep my hands occupied so that I don't use them to kill someone.* So when are you going to turn this on?
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Post by Hank Manson on Apr 21, 2012 3:37:25 GMT -5
When I'm well away from you. *We drive down the desert road for hours until we reach the school. I park just a mile away, and drag Nox out of the car.* Now go cause a distraction. I'll be listening. If you fail, I will kill you. And then, I torch the prison.
(Transfer to Frontline)
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Post by Fire Angel on Apr 24, 2012 1:48:21 GMT -5
*i wake to find I'm in the back of a car. There's a sharp feeling when I breathe in, and after a moment I realise it is some sort of sedative that was used. I should feel terrified right now, but I'm not.* Hank?
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Post by Hank Manson on May 2, 2012 18:03:02 GMT -5
Ah, good, you're awake. Hello dear... *I take off my jacket and replace it with my lab coat.* I decided to take you rather than kidnap you every day. Much less gas money.
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Post by Fire Angel on May 3, 2012 1:39:11 GMT -5
You're a sadistic bastard Hank. Did I ever tell you that?
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