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Post by Jess on Apr 10, 2008 10:55:13 GMT -5
Mitsuko had been politely listening in to their conversation the whole time, taking in the little details and such. When they mentioned the possibility of escape, her heart raced. These people had promsed bringing momma...and they hadn't delivered upon that promise yet. Clearly they lied to her about momma.
And thats the person Mitsuko wanted to see most at the moment, her momma. To be held in her arms the way she always did it and to catch the scent of motherlyness. She hand't realized her thoughts were made public by the look in her eye's as she snapped one of the crayons. It was the red one.
She picked it up off of the paper and looked at it. "Broken." Turning it around in her hands to observe the jagged angles it had broken at. And then her eye's flit back up to the two people at her table and she puts the crayon back to the paper in an attempt to keep colouring with it- which she was doing rather well.
At the mention of people whom could outsmart and/or scare the guards, Mitsuko looked up again. "Her." She said, looking right at the sleepy woman who had been staring at her. The woman reminded her of momma a little bit... but something was different about her. Perhaps the government had brought Momma to her but they did something to the parental figure... maybe.
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Post by knightc3 on Apr 10, 2008 11:35:55 GMT -5
Jake woke up to the muffled sound of screaming and looked towards the door to see a bowl of some kind of liquid on the floor. He had fallen asleep, for how long he couldn't tell. The jacket had still not been removed. How was it supposed to drink... his food! He moved towards the bowl on his knees and bent down to drink from the bowl. It tasted horrible but he had crossed the point where he cared about the taste. As he drank the semi-solid kind of fluid, he used his chin to tilt the bowl to get to the rest of the contents.
Once he was done, he noticed footsteps approaching. He moved back away from the door hoping they weren't coming for him again. But the door opened, this time he found a much older man standing it the door. His eyes showed a kind of recognition as he spoke to a few people behind him. "Are you crazy? You put him in with the others? Are you trying to get yourself fired? And who had the brilliant idea to put him here in the general block? He belongs in the basement..."
"But Doctor, he is just a kid...", protested one of the men who had been escorting him around everywhere.
"He killed his parents and mutilated the doctor that tried to help him in his last asylum. Why do you think he is being sent here? To the basement... he cannot be helped...", and that was it. Jake had been frozen into his position with shock as he heard the lies being spread about him by this man.
Before long he was being dragged down the stairs, deeper and deeper into the bowels of this institution. When he refused to go, he was picked up off the floor and carried down the rest of the way. Jake began shivering as they stepped into the dimly lit corridor of the hall with cells lining both sides. It was quiet, too quiet to be a good thing. He could see even the men that were escorting him were nervous to be here.
As one of them opened a door to a dark cell, whoever was in the cell next to him began making a horrid noise on the door as if they were moving their fingernail over the door. Jake was quickly thrown into the cell, the door slammed shut. The two men almost ran out of the basement floor after that. Jake retreated into a corner, curling up into a sitting position trying not to listen to silence that spread again.
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Post by kelClynn on Apr 10, 2008 13:55:40 GMT -5
"Hmm.." David vocalized as he began to scan the room. He was able to discern a few captives apart from the drone-like others, though mainly by their appearances.
"The Jamaican..." he noted aloud, his eyes still searching, "...and the blonde. He's got an arrogant look to him, but I'll be he's useful..." He stopped at the woman with blue hair, who seemed to be napping against the wall about five yards behind him. He hadn't noticed her before. His eyes narrowed as he studied her, almost sure he'd seen her grin slightly. He turned back to Cassie and leaned in, instinctively keeping his voice low.
"What's your take on...?" He gave a subtle nod over his shoulder.
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Post by whiterabbit on Apr 10, 2008 15:09:35 GMT -5
Her blue eyes fell upon the girl who was now looking at a woman seemingly asleep. Cassie shifted her gaze back and forth a moment before turning back to David as he spoke.
She noted the people he mentioned. Jamaican and the arrogant one. She also made notes of others: the upside-down man, and of course she couldn't leave Mitsuko (even if she was homicidal). When he leaned in and asked about the other woman, though, Cassie hesitated. She still couldn't place this woman, though Mitsuko seemed to think highly of her.
"We'll just have to ask her, won't we?" She put her notebook back on the table loudly, trying to wake the woman. She picked up her chair under her and put it down again, the metal legs clanging against the hard floor.
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Post by Da Pwny on Apr 10, 2008 15:29:53 GMT -5
*Shar is on the floor, up against the wall with one leg folded up. guess i missed that bit of detail XD sry. and i guess i'm stuck with my psychowench. post for her will be up soon i hope >.<*
She felt eyes upon her, and it annoyed her. She didn't like being watched... it made her uneasy much. The voices demanded that she remain still, but she pushed them aside as a guard came up to her, kicking her extended leg and motioning for her to get up. It was time for her to be on her best behavior... As she passed, only a moment's glance to the little girl was given before she disappeared out the door, followed closely behind by whitecoats. They thought they had her under their thumb... when just the opposite was the truth. She was beautiful, although scraggly for she walked with a barely-visible limp, the price she paid for an earlier escape attempt.
For now, her thoughts were on getting to the basement. A lump developed in her throat, but she swallowed hard; now was not the time to be queasy. She needed all her strength to face the woman again, to deal with her if she could...
The plates on the tray looked like baby puke, but she knew better than to deny herself what was necessary for survival; t'was better to suck it up and swallow than to starve and be food for others, as was the case at times. Sometimes that was metaphorical; other times, quite literal... She pushed those thoughts to the back of her mind. No fear, she told herself, show no fear at all... Respect, yes. Reverence, yes. But terror... that was what these freaks fed upon. Show that, and everything else went to hell in a handbasket, as she'd seen well enough before with others. She just needed a few minutes with the woman, just enough to get some information and a pledge of allegiance, if that was possible at all, to help once she was freed. Shar was no fool; she'd keep the woman to whatever promises she made... at gunpoint, when she got the chance to procure one. And that was one thing she was good at; thieving.
At the doors to the basement, she stopped; they'd just taken one person down there, a kid. Perhaps she'd visit him once she got the chance, but for now, her mind was concentrated upon the woman... She needed to cooperate if everything was to go down as Shar had planned it too... she'd spent too much time here, as her own hopes were quickly being dashed. But they were not dead, at least not yet, and as long as they were still alive, she'd stay that way too... Taking a deep breath, she stepped forward, down the stairs, into the basement with her trays of food, she mentally preparing herself for the endeavor, the voices telling her to remain calm, to remain quiet, to not attract attention to herself here, for there were creatures far worse than anything Hell could have produced down here...
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Post by Da Pwny on Apr 10, 2008 16:08:30 GMT -5
*oh >.< sry, forgot to look XD ok, i'm easy. you can remove your OCC post, cause i edited my last real one... sry Jess, didn't see it till now x-x*
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Post by duex on Apr 10, 2008 18:34:41 GMT -5
(( I suppose I'll introduce lil' Pandora here. If im doin' it wrong, just holla. EDIT- I put her in the commons room where everyone else is! Yay social interaction! ))
In her corner again, as always. They didn't need to restrain her like the other people-- and for this, she was grateful. Though, her way of showing gratitude was to not give 'em a kick in the groin. She was called Pandora, though it was easy to doubt the validity of such a name. No one really knew her anyway. Dark hair would ink itself from her scalp, rolling over her shoulders and ending at her back. The girl would usually be crouched, for sitting didn't come natrually to her and she felt it to be a more stimulating experience all the while. One could ask why she was here. That'd be a good question. Sure, the higher-ups knew the truth: How she killed a man for no reason, how she justified the murder with the phrase, "I felt like it." They'd tell her how wrong it was to take life, but she didn't understand. In fact, she couldn't. So now she was in this corner, cut off from the usual interaction and groups that'd form up in this horrible place, a girl of seventeen years, frail and small, confined for the fault of immorality. She'd suppose that's how the world worked, silly world. A giggle would sound from her lips, perhaps echoing far enough for the others to notice. She'd found an ant and had fun playing with it-- until its legs were torn off and it cripled over, which she found humor in. She was childlike in this way, yet she knew why it would cringe, knew everything there was to know about it. Idiocy found Pandora about as easily as water found a desert. She was intelligent enough to know how to kill, to know what killing meant, to know society's perspective on killing, but lacked the ability to judge anything as 'right' or 'wrong'. With no sense of good or evil, she lived, perhaps even freely, even in a prison environment.
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Post by Jess on Apr 10, 2008 19:44:34 GMT -5
Mitsuko just kept colouring in her book... humming quietly and generally being as polite and 'good' as she possibly could be. Noone expected the good little girl would have sharps on her... as long as she kept being good and not drawing attention to herself. Yes. That was the trick here wasn't it... being good.
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The guards paused in front of her door, as a loud giggle erupted from within the room. One of the whitecoats glanced nervously at the other and nodded, as he inserted a large iron key into the massive lock that secured the wrought iron door. Of course, he just slid it in... for when the loud and ominous thud of the key setting in place the woman inside stopped giggling...
The other whitecoat opened up the slit in the Iron door, to peer into the room through the plexiglass shield that made sure if she escaped she couldn't claw their eyes out. There she was... restrained within that large contraption they kept her in, fifteen feet away from the door at all times, arms spread wide an legs kept locked together... like the victim of a cruification except with incredibly strong iron restraints instead of a wooden cross.
The whitecoat nodded to the other, who turned the key. Another loud sound echoed through the room which was followed quickly by the creak of the iron door as it was pushed open- another safety in the cells design so the prisoner couldn't knock the person opening it out by pushing it open suddenly. When the door was fully open she decided to react...
She launched herself forward against her restraints, making a loud crashing sound like a rhino running through a wall... but of course, they held and only gave her more bruises on her arms and legs. Once she stopped a grin slowly parted her lips to reveal sharp white teeth. "Have you come for me... oh demons of the night... woe to you for I will not be taken by thee..."
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Post by duex on Apr 10, 2008 20:05:19 GMT -5
Pandora would abandon her dying ant to make a little adventure around the room. Her brilliant eyes would note every little action, every voice would be etched into her brain, every mannerism and person and wall and detail-- all of it was scribed into the vast and endless vaults of knowledge that she kept personally.
She'd walk with a slightly slumped gait, carrying herself slowly about the place. She was in no rush. Her crimson eye would catch the other child drawing. Pandora was unaware there was a girl her age. This would strike her as intresing, as thoughts of having another person to learn from would blossom in her mind. Pandora would calmly approach Mitsuko, one of her eyes blue- as clear and lovely as a beach's waters in the summer-- and her other eye would be a fiery scarlet, the color of blood and flame filling its shell. Both eyes would be fixated on the drawing, as if the ascertain the girl's capability in the arts, but also to look into Mitsuko's personality. Pandora would wonder if the picture had anything to do with a particular event or mental state.
With a cute grin and a wiggle of her thin fingers, she'd announce herself calmly, her voice sweet yet monotone, "Hello-- whacha drawin'?"
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Post by Jess on Apr 11, 2008 0:58:10 GMT -5
Mitsuko jumped a little and screwed up a line she was colouring in. A tear welled up as she picked up the paper to /stare/ at the imperfection that she had caused... now it looked like her previously perfectly coloured in princess had some sort of weird growth on her... body. Since the black crayon she was using to color in her hair had made a nice thick line accross the entirety of the picture.
Then she notices the perpetrator, and the book is dropped in favor of her teddy- after all, the stranger could've grabbed Mr. Flufflekins and taken her precious shinies away! Nyu! My shiny stabby knife. Mine. Not yours.
Then she looks back at the woman with a worried expression on her face, tilting her head to the side, "A p-pretty princess..."
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Post by Da Pwny on Apr 11, 2008 3:58:58 GMT -5
Shar's knees were knocking... the woman always terrified her, that demented grin upon her face as she spoke reminded her too much of what she could look like, had she not the control to silence those voices at key moments. The room about her was filthy, for no one dared to clean the place, let alone even get within five feet of the psychotic wench. Her heart tugged, feeling somewhat sorry for the woman with seemingly no name; it had to suck like all hell being restrained like that. That though was dashed away when she slammed against the restraints, and she jumped back but didn't yelp. Her fear of showing fear prevented her from doing as such...
Regathering her courage, she stepped further inside, the two whitecoats content upon leaving her there in that hellish place with the woman. They did not want to be near her now, nor did they have any intent upon letting her out should the woman get free somehow; that much she knew for certain. Gathering more courage, Shar closed another few feet, letting the scent of her body wharf towards the woman... surely that's how she worked anymore, considering her blindness. She heard the shutting of the metal peephole, along with the lock being half-closed; she was trapped now, and should anything happen she wouldn't be allowed back out...
Her words stumbled across her tongue like a drunk as she said "I-I-I-Its m-me, rem-m-memb-b-ber??" Any attempt at acting cool around her had vanished, being replaced by a twisted sort of reverence for her as she took another few steps forward. "I... I h-have your... well, its something... Food doesn't e-e-exa-actly de-de-de...describe it..." A frozen shiver went down her spine as she stammered horribly, her courage nearly at the breaking point... this woman had been down here for far too long, a danger to all who got near her. Instinct, or, rather, rational intelligence spoke now, questioning in great detail why she was even doing this, why she wasn't just letting this beast of a woman rot in the hell she created for herself... Because you will need her soooon... the voices reminded her...
Looking back, she saw that the guards had taken no further interest in their conversation, so she continued "I won't force anything... b-but I think it would be good for you to have something in you... I think they had the good cook back there today..." She was trying to make conversation, anything, everything, just to keep her mind off the things that were going on right now... it was taking every nerve in her body to keep from breaking down and crying madly right here and now, so any distraction, even talk about the weather (which was DEFINITELY useless and mere small talk down here), just something to make her mind concentrate more upon what she wanted to do, and not what they wanted of her...
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Post by Illithyr on Apr 11, 2008 4:38:54 GMT -5
Tristan glanced over to where Pandora was attempting to strike up a conversation with the little girl, his curiosity piqued. After all, even a god as great and glorious as what he believed himself to be watched the fall of every swallow, no matter how minute. Despite his self-centredness, he was interested as to how the girl would react.
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Post by duex on Apr 11, 2008 7:02:43 GMT -5
Pandora would simply tilt her head to the right, scratch behind her left ear, and slump down a little. The cloths of her baggy shirt would rustle about and her jeans would scuff around at the floor a little as she moved in the awkward way. The girl of seventeen years and juxtaposed eyes would think for a moment, then speak, "You are good at coloring. Art can be such a sweet release from the usual hardships of life, expecially in this type of place..." Pandora would nibble at her thumb, eyes set on the picture and it's dark scar. She'd fixate her eyes on Mitsuko, crouched to her height now. It'd be impossible for Pandora to understand what she'd just done or the upset feelings and distrust that Mitsuko felt right now. She'd slide her thumb across her own savory lips and wonder different things-- why this girl was here, why she drew princesses, how she got the colors, and so on. Though, of course, asking questions was a little beyond Pandora as well. She'd just watch, waiting for a reaction, eyes emotionless and inquisitive.
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Post by Jess on Apr 11, 2008 11:03:13 GMT -5
Luna's demented grin started to waver a bit as she sniffed at the air. It was ovious when she did it, for her head moved this way and that, nostrils flaring momentarilly. When she caught a whiff of that familiar scent the same grin did not return, replaced by a genuine smile. She giggled a bit, relaxing in her restraints when the familar voice spoke, and she sighed.
Hair fell into her face as she moved, draping down to tickle at her ankles. The blind woman was content to listen for the moment, since she could do nothing else with her arms and legs restrained. Or rather, why woul she d anything to this poor woman whom had seemed to take a liking to her? It was indeed strange... the only person in her whom was willing to feed her. And then the food is mentioned.
"What is it..." The question hands in the air as she speaks, her voice like nailson a chalkboard. She giggles again as she shifts around in the restraint device, blind eye's peircing into Shar as she fixated her gaze upon the other being in the room- sensing her heartbeat, and hearing the steps she was taking as her feet made contact with the ground. Luna tilted her head to the side, her hair falling to sweep her right leg.
Then the scent of the food floats into her nostrils with the scent of the woman, and her grin faded into a snarl for a moment. "Poison... they wish to poison me Shar... I can smell it." And she shakes her head vehemontly, "I will not be partaking of that filth... it has medicine in it which I refuse to injest... for it gives them..." Eye's flit to the door for a moment, "The oppurtunity they need to tame me... and I will not have it." The grin slowly grows back on her lips as she maintains her ocked gaze on the other being in the room.
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Mitsuko wasn't comfortable with the other girl being so close to her, staring at her, probing into her brain with those eyes. A little hand slipped into the bear to grasp around the handle of the steak knife hiden there, as she looked back over her shoulder. One more chance... right now wasn't the time to kill, it was the time for being good.
The schoolgirl swallowed hard as hr grip on he object hidden within the bear relaxed and she pulled it out, turning back to her colouring book. She turned the page since her last work was defnitely finished if not a bit damaged from the other girls sudden appearance. On this page was a big dinorsaur, and she shook her head and turned the page again.
It isn't until she reaches a page containing an Army Solider and she nods, picking up the green, brown, and oter colours in order to color in the mans BDU's in the proper pattern that they demanded- greens, browns and blacks. She started drawing again, glancing over at Pandora every few moments or so to make sure she was there- hoping she wouldn't be.
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Post by kelClynn on Apr 11, 2008 13:12:56 GMT -5
With the blue-haired woman having just been his topic of conversation, David watched her carefully as she rose and began to limp towards the door of the large common room, escorted by two of their captors. Morbid curiosity about what they planned to do with her filled his mind. As they left, his thoughts followed.
"Hey, what about the others that have been taken from the room?" He asked suddenly, "If we can get them all together-" But his speech was interrupted by a loud, sinister voice emitting from an intercom somewhere in the room. It boomed with a snarl: "Attention inmates. You are to relocate to your cells at this time. Dinner will be served in the cafeteria after showers."
"Sh**," he muttered. "We'll have to reconvene at dinner, then." His eyes met Cassie's for a moment before he rose from his chair, a look of disgust covering his face. He left the table mumbling something about 'organized chaos' and headed for the door, where other prisoners were already being escorted out into the hall.
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