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Post by Jess on Apr 2, 2008 23:45:33 GMT -5
Suddenly accosted by this russian woman, Mistuko turned around abruptly, eyes wide with terror. She clutched the bear tighter and looked around for someting - anything - with which she could use to defend herself from an obviously stronger opponent such as this...
And then shes asking for an autograph... and this seems to make Soma relax a little bit, but just a little. She didn't just survive a game about killing only to die in this place without so much as glimpsing her momma. "I am Mitsuko Soma..." She says simply, her voice barely that of a whisper. The bear is clutched tigher as she looks down and away, sticking her face into it for protection.
"Where is momma... I want momma... " And then she sees something glint out of the side of her eye. A pen. A gilded pen, sticking right out of this womans pocket... if only she could wrap her bloodied hand around that pen... if only she could plunge it deep into the heart of the people who put her here.
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Post by whiterabbit on Apr 3, 2008 0:04:53 GMT -5
"Vat vaz dat, littel gurl? Mitzuco Zoma? Zoundz like von of dem Amarican import carz... but okey." She uncapped her pen and, on a scrap piece of notebook paper, scribbled an illegible name. Irina ignored the girl's whimpers for her mother, cooing consoling words as she wrote. "Yur muder vill be 'ere soon. Do not vorry littel gurl. My people vill take good car of you!"
With a swift movement she handed the paper to the girl, letting go before she even knew if the girl had taken it. "Vilbur! You are needed! Dis littel gurl vould like to speak vith her muder! I am needing of a phone!" She clapped her hands together, the pen clicking with her dainty ring, and she began to wander away, looking for Stefon or Wilbur.
((Ooc: Last post of the night.))
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Post by Jess on Apr 3, 2008 0:17:14 GMT -5
The womans antics made Mitsuko incredibly nervous, and it showed. The way her eye's darted back and forth with increasing speed... the way her chest heaved up and down as she began taking shallow, fast breaths. The pen... must get that pen...
She took a step back, sweat beading up on her bloodied forehead. The womans accent... it was... irritable. Her shirt was partially untucked... it was, annoying. The way she spoke, it wasn't proper... it just isn't right. She musn't exist. She can't exist... I must erase her!
She reached out for the pen... missing only because the woman turned around and began walking away. Oh, if only she had gotten that pen and plunged it into her heart. "Paradox..." Is all she says as she backs away slowly, her eye's kept locked upon the womans back. "Paradox...destroy paradox...momma..."
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Post by Roara on Apr 3, 2008 0:24:07 GMT -5
"Gerishol dumkof." Evan spat out at the women in a combination of Russian and German.
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Post by Roara on Apr 3, 2008 9:36:57 GMT -5
(What do you mean?)
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Post by Jess on Apr 3, 2008 10:20:07 GMT -5
((Crow's pose last night. He deleted it though.))
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Post by knightc3 on Apr 3, 2008 11:27:26 GMT -5
A frightened scream was heard in the halls. Jake howled out, pleading to be let go. He had just been 'transferred' to this place from his last prison. Thats all he had been able to hear the crew of the van say before they shut the door. He didn't know why this was happening but he knew it couldn't be good for him. He didn't even know where 'here' was!
He was struggling against the strong hold the two men had on the shoulders of the jacket. He tried to resist and as a result was being dragged off, no doubt to his cell. The two men didn't have any problems doing so, seeing as he didn't weigh much. As the group stopped in front of a rather large room, he saw that he won't be alone in this new prison of his. "No, please don't put me in there. Let me go! Please! No!", he started pleading to the men holding him. "Be quiet...", one of them said before putting him into the room and locking the door. He lost his balance and fell face first on the floor unable to save himself as his hands were bound in the jacket. They hadn't even bothered to take off the jacket.
"Wait! Stop!", he shouted after the guards as he tried to scramble to his feet as quickly as possible and falling down again as he lost his balance yet again. As he heard the men walk away, he turned around to face the four other people in the room. A look of pure horror came on his face as he crawled away from them till his back hit the far corner of the room. He visibly gulped, his throat parched not just because of thirst or shouting. "Please, don't kill me! Please...I don't want to die!", he spoke. He was sure they would kill him now, and he didn't want to die.
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Post by Jess on Apr 3, 2008 11:41:40 GMT -5
Mitsuki was shocked back from her reverie at the entrance of another person. Her eyes went wide once more as she stepped backward and away from him as well, her gaze shooting from the crazy Bolshevik and back to him... back and forth.
She didn't really notice anything else... its just that these two particular people had arleady spoken to her, like the others had. An image of her old friend Noriko appeared over the newcomer breifly, her hair matted with blood as she screamed, "No please Soma! Please don't kill me!" Just before she was silenced by the knife...
And th russian woman looked briefly like their teachr, who had made the mistake of attempting to grab and restrain the little girl. The futility of her actions was soon discovered as she recieved the pointy end of a knife in her gut. She kept backing up and away from these two ghosts... "You shouldn't exist..." She mutters, mostly to herself, "I killed you... you shouldn't exist..."
And then she bumps into somebody... she doesn't know whom. But obviously, she did. Slowly turning her head she saw a frightening sight. The man had a gun leveled with her face, and was in the process of pulling the trigger. With wide eyes te gun went off- of course it didn't exist -and she fell backwards with a loud yelp. "Momma.... momma he shot me..."
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Post by whiterabbit on Apr 3, 2008 14:03:25 GMT -5
((knightc3, is your character in a cell away from everyone or in the common room with the rest of the group? I couldn't quite tell.))
The strange man who walked on his hands addressed her in a muddled language. Cassie stopped in her tracks and slowly turned to him. A vacant expression veiled her thoughts and she blinked slowly, trying to register everything she missed while she was "away".
Her head jerked around abruptly as another was dragged in. Her mouth hung open slightly as she watched the man-handling of the patient and the complete disregard to decent human care. A glint of sunlight flashed over her eyes as trees outside thrashed in the rough wind.
Again she turned. A little girl in bloody clothes yelped loudly. Who was she? Why had they not changed her? Cassie backed away slowly, pen still in hand. She fell back into a chair in the corner and folded her hands on her lap. After a moment, Joslyn seemed to completely forget other people were there and pulled out her journal to jot down the facts and figures spinning through her head
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Post by kelClynn on Apr 3, 2008 15:23:35 GMT -5
((OOC: I'm hoping I can assume Jake is in the common room as well?
Just a reminder: the doctors and workers in the asylum are actually caring people. So they may only be portrayed as harsh in your characters' delusions, if he/ she has them.))
David's eyes grew in shock at the new creature that had been thrust into his environment. His guessed that it had once been a young boy, but was now oddly mutated. The arms had been fused with the torso and the figure thrashed about, clearly in agony. Was this just another way to torment the still-human captives?
"This is insane," he protested as he rose and began towards the door. He had expected it to be locked, but he had to verify by trying the handle. Of coarse not. He turned, carefully taming his gaze to avoid the mutant and the bloodied child until he reached the girl from before. She was sitting again, alone. Making his way over, he noticed that she was busy scribbling down something.
"Excuse me," he said.
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Post by whiterabbit on Apr 3, 2008 15:57:36 GMT -5
Joslyn sensed the presence hanging over her. Her pen hesitated, but quickly resumed its function. After a second, her ears caught the "excuse me" from the male voice.
"Just a moment! Just a moment!" She began writing faster, trying desperately to finish her train of thought as it spilled onto the paper. "One... More... There!" She looked up and smiled, pushing her non-existent glasses up her nose. "What can I do for you? Taxes? Estimates?" She waited for him to make his request.
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Post by Jess on Apr 3, 2008 16:10:17 GMT -5
Mitsuki opened her eyes and looked around, hand moving to feel the spot upon her brow where the bullet would've struck her. There was nothing there, no hole, no warm blood flowing forth, no nothing. Curious.
Standing up, she rubbed her eyes, temporailly holding her teddy by the air so it dangled freely at her side. She looked around, a keen eye for observation. Now wasn't the time to freak out, now was the time for planning... first things first: I need a weapon.
Lookingaround she noted what was where and how it was positioned around the room. Things began to stick out clearly in her mind: The pen's people where using the jot things down, the checkerboard, th chess board, the locations of guards and other important things.
She grinned widely as she wrapped her hand around one such object, having gravitated over to stand near an elderly man who willingly gave up his pen. She rolled it around in her hand, the pen was cold to the touch. Metal. Good.
Then she started to look around again, placing the pen inside the hidden space within her Teddy for safe-keeping. The place she hid her knife when her friends tried killing her. The Teddy was again clutched and held to her chest, still keenly observing the goings on around her. "Momma..."
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Post by knightc3 on Apr 3, 2008 17:12:18 GMT -5
(( OOC: Yes, Jake is in the common room with the others. I missed that part in your posts I guess, will fix it ))
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Post by Roara on Apr 3, 2008 18:16:24 GMT -5
(He said shutup idiot to the russian sounding women. Btw is this a whitewashed wall type of place?)
"Accounting, please. On my bank account in Romania. I haven't really been keeping tabs on it." Evan said sarcastically.
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Post by kelClynn on Apr 3, 2008 21:06:58 GMT -5
"Umm, well I," he sputtered out, surprised at the young woman's reply, "I don't...I was just wondering how exactly you ended up here, if you don't mind my asking." She seemed less afraid than she had before. David scanned the figures on the paper in front of the girl and frowned when he noticed that a few of her calculations were way off. Regaining a somewhat friendly composure, he proceeded, "Ah, my name is David, by the way."
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