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Post by duex on Apr 11, 2008 16:01:07 GMT -5
Pandora notes the message over the intercom, though she'd cover her ears with her fingers to keep it from being too loud. She'd smirk, not liking that she'd be so easily commanded from place to place my voices alone. They must know that people would be mean if they came down here and told 'em to move, is what Pandora would think. She'd note the tendencies people had as they were leaving this place and what they left behind--if anything was left behind at all.
At least her little experience in the commons room taught her that people hid things, perhaps keys, perhaps weapons. She'd also learned of the other's discontentment with this place. It was about time to leave, Pandora figured.
Scooting out behind the crowd, almost away from them, making sure to stay more than an arm's length away from any other being, Pandora would leave and head to her own cell. It was now time to meditate on everything-- expecially the man who was plotting something. With fingers tickling at her forehead, she'd wonder how to approach him, how to somehow get him to trust her, and how to get out of this place she was stuck in.
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Post by Illithyr on Apr 11, 2008 17:21:53 GMT -5
So deep in his delusion, Tristan did not hear the same message that the other inmates did. Instead, he heard the voices of all the saints, their dulcet tone gently advising him to be ready for his glorious rebirth into the world outside. Smiling softly to himself, he tensed and waited for his moment.
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Post by captainjack on Apr 11, 2008 17:24:17 GMT -5
Kordell didn't move. He heard the intercom, but he sat contently for a few seconds. It is natural for Jamaican's to have a slow, laid back attitude towards almost everything in life, and Kordell planned to use his to the fullest. After most of the crowd of people had exited the common room, Kordell slowly stood up from his seat. He stretched. The massive being spreading his arms wide, appeared almost twice his size. Then he began his slow, Jamaican strut out of the room. He mumbled something as he walked.
He approached a worker and looked down as he said in a unenthusiastic voice, "I don't know wer my cell iz. De maan never gabe me one." The worker looked down at his clipboard, flipped a few pages quickly and said, "take a right, you're the last one on the right side before the hall turns left. Cell 119." Kordell had great manners, but he showed none whatsoever to the worker. He glanced at the man and walked off down the hall slowly.
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Post by Roara on Apr 11, 2008 18:21:01 GMT -5
((If you mind, do you think Evan could get out of his cell, but the people wouldn't be able to find him, but he wouldn't have escaped yet?))
"Fallow me. I am in 117, straight across from you." Evan beckoned to Kordell, leading him down a hall that slightly branched off from the others. He approached his cell, and one of the guards let him in.
"Welcome home." Evan said through the bars.
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Post by Da Pwny on Apr 11, 2008 21:14:33 GMT -5
Fighting back the chills, she said "If you don't eat, you..." She trailed off... to this freakish woman, death would probably be a release, rather than a curse. But she still had a role to play in all of this... that's what the voices told her.
Shar set the food down, ignoring it for now; if the woman didn't want to eat, that was her choice, but she wasn't going to force-feed the lady. Daring to walk closer, she was nearly a foot from her now. A single strand caught her attention as it dangled in front of her... curiosity overcame her rational thinking, and she reached out for it; at the last moment, her hand retracted briefly, but she went ahead and grasped it anyways... the texture was disgusting, appalling, and even as she let go to retreat from it, the decades-old oils stuck to her fingers, the repulsive mix of oil, sweat, and dirt mixed together dripping from her digits frightened even her just by sheer gross factor...
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Post by Jess on Apr 11, 2008 21:40:55 GMT -5
Mitsuko looked around as the announcement blared over the intercom and did as she was told- careful to pack up her crayons and colouring book before going. Of course, she was also careful to grab her teddy bear as well. She is content to be lead to her special room by the worker from earlier.
When she arrived, she noticed that her room was much different than that of your normal inmate. It had a...childish charm to it. The womanwho escorted her smiled, "This is the special room for children who behave... you may stay here." And she pats Mitsuko on the head before turning around to leave, locking the door on the way out. Mitsuko looked about the room...
The walls were a light blue, with a mual of ducks and flowers sprawled about it. It had a charm... the bed being made explicitly for a child. Mitsuko was a little angry at being treated like she was so young... but glad that she had her own room. Eying the desk in the corner, the murderess made her way to it and set back to work colouring in her book.
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Luna grimaced and snapped her teeth at the touch, snarling. "Don't touch me..." But the episode passed quickly as she turned back to her usual lucid self. The grin slowly returning there after. "So who is this beacon of light who is so kind as to speak to me? You smell...different from the others...sweet, wih a touch of...reality."
And then her head moves to 'look' at the door, and her grin lessens. "Why have you come... you don't even know my name or why I am here... I don't even know why I am here..." And shes snifing at the air in order to look back at Shar. "As a matter of fact little one... I don't even know your name. All I know is your scent..."
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Post by Crow on Apr 11, 2008 23:59:43 GMT -5
Hearing the intercom, Hector shouted one of his typical responses. "Go f**k yourself you whiney b****!" He paced around the room, looking outside as the others passed by his door. He banged on the door a few times at each person. He didn't know what they were supposed to do, but he didn't care. He was going to try anything to get out, and he doubted they were going to be stupid enough to let him out after the last guy he strangled.
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Post by knightc3 on Apr 12, 2008 0:30:30 GMT -5
Jake stayed crouched in the corner tormented by this place. His room was badly lit and not as clean as the one he was in before. He kept looking at the door hoping someone, anyone would walk in now and take him back to the others or outside! He feared if he stayed here like this, Jackal would surface and then things would only go downhill from that point. He was still hungry and thirsty. That bowl had done nothing more that to ignite his stomach even more. He could hear someone talking, faintly. He looked at the walls around him and finally tried to put his ear to the one on his left.
It was an uncomfortable position specially with the jacket but he wanted to hear what was being said. It was faint but he could almost make out what was being said since there was no other sound to distract him. Why was someone giggling down here, he wondered and why were there two people in the room next to him. Mostly out of impulse, just wanting to communicate, he laid down on his back on the floor and started kicking the wall so as to draw the attention of whoever was in there. He didn't dare shout but spoke softly, "Can you hear me?"
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Post by Da Pwny on Apr 12, 2008 5:08:29 GMT -5
She retreated at the hiss, clenching her teeth to try and get a hold of herself again. This woman scared the bajeezus out of her... her name? She was beginning to forget it... pondering half-consciously as the other half watched her, the rest attempting to wipe the gunk from her hand in vain. "M-my name... ... ... I hardly remember now... Only three months in here, and I'm already forgetting that..."
She shook her head, trying hard to remember that... and abruptly, it came. "Shar... at least, that's my... nickname..." It was a start, at least, for she didn't remember her full one right now, but nicknames were often good enough... She hesitated for a moment, then replied "So now you know me, so... what's yours? Or have you forgotten too?..." She was careful about her words, trying not to offend the woman... who truly knew she couldn't break through the iron-wroth restraints and solid steel door? As far as Shar was concerned, she very well could...
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Post by duex on Apr 12, 2008 7:30:40 GMT -5
Pandora passes Jake's cell and turns her head slightly, hair rolling down over her shoulders to make a dark curtain around her face, only her aqua eye would be seen. She'd stall a little, having heard his question earlier, "Of course I can." She'd point at her ear, "I have ears, mmhm. I hear a lot of things, but your voice was low-- but that's okay 'cus I can hear that, too. You know, if you want people to hear you, you should speak up. But don't be too loud. Or the guard might hear ya. And that could cause..." She'd put her thumb to her lip, her eyes dodging around in thought, having forgotten her original point now. She'd shrug and head towards her cell, seeming like she could topple over any moment-- her balance and form just awkward. Jake would be able to notice several weird things about her-- she didn't wear shoes, she always stood in a slump, she wore a black hoodie and a baggy white shirt with a design of flowers blossoming over it, her pants were loose and tattered near the cuffs as well: She just seemed out of place.
She did leave Jake with one line of promise, though, as she left, "My name is Pandora and I will most likely cross back this way when the intercom pronounces that it is time to eat. Perhaps you'll know some things to share with me by then, eh?" She would've smiled at this had she been any normal being, but with the lack of emotion or real feeling-- she only saw this man as another possible route of escape. Perhaps even an aquantince.
Pandora would be lead to a luxury cell that held several books, was monitored by a camera, had a futon, and was outfitted with several other little things. There was nothing that could be easily changed into a murder weapon without the camera or the door-men knowing. Still, Pandora enjoyed the little shred of the world she had in this cell. In reality, she wouldn't be treated harshly-- she simply wasn't to be given any motivation to kill again. Pandora promptly finds the book she'd been reading (Mein Kampf), set it out on the floor, crouched over it, and would read while turning the pages by only grabbing the corner and turning it. The book was her insight into the past, her way to see into the eyes of Hitler. Lining her shelf were other such books written by criminals and by heroes, books on Zoology, books on forms of Government, even a few entire encyclopedias that would prove to be well-read.
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Post by knightc3 on Apr 12, 2008 10:09:24 GMT -5
(( OOC: Hi, I have changed Jake's age to 16 and his height as a result. This was due to a misunderstanding on my part earlier about the storyline... and also since its a little unrealistic to believe a boy of 13 could hurt/torture adults to the point of killing them ))
Jake's head snapped towards the door he had been watching for he couldn't say how long. He hit the door as he ran towards it not wanting to miss the chance to talk to another person. When he heard the voice he realized it was a girl who had stopped in front of his door. When he peaked out of the barred door he saw a short girl, her black hair sprawled around her face. She seemed out of place in the basement, and she was unaccompanied. They seem to trust her to let her roam freely yet kept her down here. It didn't make sense to him. He listened to her speak nodding as she advised him not to shout.
Before he would get a chance to reply she was gone, he had watched her move awkwardly like he was in a trance. He smiled as he saw her leave. She was the first one, the only one, who had talked to him since he had arrived here. But then he wasn't exactly used to being treated nicely. It was a curse to be trapped here as a sane individual for the actions of a part of him he couldn't even control. Wasn't Jackal supposed to suffer this? He had quietly receded since... he couldn't remember the last time he had lost himself. Now this girl, Pandora, had given him something to keep his mind occupied, distracting him from where he was.
He began formulating a reply, what he would say to her when she returned. He settled down in a corner near the door. He realized he would have a very short time to tell her what he wanted to say. He needed to remember to thank her and introduce himself as well.
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Post by whiterabbit on Apr 12, 2008 10:23:53 GMT -5
Cassie nodded at David's plan. Regroup at dinner. Dinner: 6 o'clock, pm. She gathered her things slowly, portraying to the guards that she was definitely not thrilled about her cell. She pulled a scrap piece of paper out of her pocket: Room Cell 245. It was the only open cell, she remembered they told her. Complete bull, probably.
She found herself following the strange girl who had interrupted Mitsuko earlier. Cassie noted how weird, not crazy, this person was, and hoped, in there somewhere, that she was close enough to converse with this girl.
They came upon a quiet hall with smaller cells at the beginning and rather larger cells toward the end. As the strange girl passed a certain cell, she slowed and spoke to someone inside. A loud clang represented the inmate's enthusiasm about conversation. Cassie spaced out a moment, trudging blindly down the hall.
John opened his eyes wide to accommodate the dim light of the hall. He glanced to his side as he passed the straight-jacketed man in a cell. "Can I hear you if I answer? Or am I merely answering your thought? Did you even speak at all?" He didn't wait for the man's reply, because he knew he'd get it eventually. His blue eyes snapped ahead again to watch the strange girl go into her cell. Lucky him, his was right across.
The door shut behind him with a loud rattle. Solemnly, he sat on his bed and stared out of his rather plain, but large, room towards the girl who was reading. Quietly, he hummed to himself as he watched.
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Post by kelClynn on Apr 12, 2008 13:10:41 GMT -5
((Roara: That's fine. )) David walked swiftly down through the corridors, his hands shoved in his pockets. He saw the others disperse as he passed them, until he turned a corner, being ushered by two men down a more deserted hallway. Finally they came to Cell 328. The guards opened the door and eyed David as he shuffled in. The door shut loudly and the lock clicked. He sat down on the overused bed and plotted as he waited to be called to the showers.
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Post by duex on Apr 12, 2008 13:29:39 GMT -5
Pandora takes heed to the eyes that follow her as she moves about this place of wrath and tears. With how they thought of her in mind, she began to formulate her own ideas and perspectives on how to approach the others, or how to somehow break free of the grasp this place had on her.
Dark hair would run like ribbons down her back as she stood and left Mein Kampf open on the floor. She turned, eyes scanning the woman who'd been watching her. She'd be, at most, ten yards away, her features blurry from the distance: Pandora looked like a pile of rags topped with a silken wig that hid an orb of fire and one of ice which would stare out at Cassie. She'd study her as intently as she did the book, yet she never made eye contact. Silence was dominant for the moment that she shambled over to the door, her gait somewhat unusual but fluid nonetheless.
She'd ask not of the woman's name nor would she introduce herself. Instead, her words would make it seem as though she were more self-centered, almost childish in her concept of how the outside world viewed her, "Do you like my books?"
Her soft, sweet, monotonous voice would be something out of place, though it fit her perfectly. She'd roll the end of her thumb against her lips, stimulating her over-sensative body as she did so, her mind already three steps ahead of the game. She had some knowledge of this patient as well, that this one liked to take on other personalities. For now, Pandora made a note to escape noting any genders as not to alienate herself more.
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Post by Da Pwny on Apr 12, 2008 14:31:44 GMT -5
*Alma did it in FEAR, and her visage is younger than that, though truthfully she was eighteen when she died in the game...*
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