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Post by DodoDestroyer on May 27, 2017 18:08:32 GMT
Drenched heights, Irony incarnate.
A prison built at the bottom of the ocean... impossible but with the the emergence of Darwins and the corresponding technologies such structures became a possibility... and an unfortunate necessity. Ordinary prisons would not do for such 'monsters' but that's not always the case. There were many reasons one could find themselves doomed to Drenched Heights, all of which led back to being a Darwin.
The construction was overseen by KRV subsidiaries in conjunction with several world governments. Not all Darwins sought the path of the hero, it was soon discovered that they couldn't be treated like normal criminals. They were dangerous but also targets, they were still people and granted the rights of any prisoner SO Drenched heights had been constructed.
Two Darwins in particular made this modern prison possible, Simon Mint and Hightide, both Swigs under contract to the agriculture giant Dieter Volsh. Hightide wasn't happy about the construction of this prison... yet the Kreagan incident convinced the notorious layabout and free spirit to peel back the ocean while Mint planted the seeds. Yes Seeds, trees were grown and built the initial dome that made up the Prison's town like structure. The Bio luminescent leaves created light and fed the trees need for sunlight, they'd become self sufficient in total dark of the ocean even Hightide couldn't hold the ocean back long enough to build the facility. Mint's trees grew and were guided and trimmed into shape curling into a spider web of branches and glowing leaves and vines. It had become ready for the next step, Mint had been developing 'Agua moss'. Again Mint and Hightide went to work pull the water from the frame they'd built, the moss was a preventive measure, fast growing and water hungry it replaced the need for expensive pumps, filters, and oxygen production. Mint was a botanical genius to keep it short.
The construction that followed built a prison colony. Rules set in place and guards selected very carefully the prison opened and criminal Darwins were shipped in from around the world, young or old, wrongly convicted and the very very guilty.
You're now a resident of Drenched heights! Have you been there a while? Are you innocent? Are you the monster you're convicted of being? Will you build a gang and escape?
and more importantly... Was that Silic you saw in the Kitchen?
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Post by jackygirl on May 27, 2017 18:24:51 GMT
The guard opened Hebi's cell and whilst his two comrades covered her checked that the assassins hand and feet glove-manacles were secure before moving on to check the mouth grill. He swallowed nervously, he was new to this job but had heard the story about what Needle Mouth had done to the guard who'd jokingly made a pass at her when she'd first arrived, Needle Mouth had lived up to her name and had bitten so deep into her neck she'd bled out before the med team could get there, hence the the new mouth grill. "Inmate 852 I am going to unlock your mouth guard you will have 15 minutes under supervision to eat your rations. Any attempt to use your abilities will be met with lethal force. Nod once if you understand." The guard had spent the last hour repeating that script over and over to himself and now held his breath. For a good minute the inmate simply stared into his eyes his blues meeting her brown and white, then she nodded slowly and he let out a deep sigh of relief before unlocking the grill and glove manacles and then swiftly stepping back.
Hebi moved with exaggerated care reaching for the tray of what could just barely be regarded as food. It had been so tempting to kill the guard and make a break for it she'd guessed she had perhaps a 1 in 10 chance of making it out alive, far better then some odds she'd faced, but something about the grunts eyes had reminded her of Alex and if she wanted to hold him in her arms again she'd need to be patient. A chance would come and when it did she would take it no matter who or what got in her way.
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Post by DodoDestroyer on May 27, 2017 20:22:26 GMT
Lunch time, many of the prisoners have filed into the cafeteria for one of their three meals of the day. The more dangerous inmates are left with no choice other than to eat in their cells, deemed too risky to be allowed near other prisoners whether they are a danger to them or they would attempt escape. Tables are filled with inmates that have befriended one another or made alliance for protection, everybody has at least one person around. Being on your own here is never a good sign, it makes you a target and an outcast. Regardless, there's one lonely table with one woman however. Rebecca Lenton, the Angel of Death.
Rebecca has a famous reputation in Drenched Heights, nothing that gives her any benefit for her safety here. She was once the famous Psi-Angel, Swig captain for KRV and an inspiring icon. Charismatic, charming, beautiful and a born leader. Many looked up to her and she was a hero to the people. However, Rebecca saw many things... Heroes did it all for the fame and the money, they barely cared for the people and did it for the cameras. Because that's all KRV wants; ratings. The Angel was different, she wanted to do all she could for them. This worked in her favour since her psionic powers are very flashy when rescuing people and taking down criminals in a non-lethal manner, the producers loved it and her fame skyrocketed. But there was one who didn't like her stardom, they in fact resented it. Lollipop.
The very sound of her name makes Rebecca clench her fists in anger, that bitch ruined everything for her... She was jealous of her publicity, saw her as a threat to the narcissist's obsession for world fame, and she ruined it all in such a devious way. As all Swigs, what came with her psionic powuers were mental health issues, terrible bi-polar disorder. A single episode would cause her powers to become unstable and cause devastation, so Rebecca was adamant to keep it in check. Regular and consistent medication and a weekly visit with her doctor to see how she is doing. Lollipop knew of her routine, and saw it as her opportunity. She pulled some strings and called in favours and allowed the rest to follow. Her medication went missing, her weekly appointments were constantly delayed, Rebecca was beginning to crack yet KRV demanded her presence. She was too valuable to miss a day... A group of Darwins had taken an entire bridge of traffic hostage and were planning to make a message. The heroic team took the call and for the most of the time, everything went well. Angel was holding the bridge together with her psionic tendrils, the explosive charges set off and she would be preventing it sinking into the ocean. As the rest were dealing with crime gang, something triggered in Rebecca. She had a dangerous episode, her mind was going haywire and control was lost. The tendrils began to constrict and cut through the concrete like it was butter. It crashed into the ocean with an explosion of water. 1 hero, all 6 criminals and 22 innocent civilians were killed, countless injured... The Upperton Bridge Massacre. Rebecca was taken into custody and she did not resist, traumatised by her mistakes. A long trial was commenced, her missing appointments were seen as her purposely avoiding them and refusing to take her meds despite her pleads. KRV, her former friends and her fiance at the time abandoned her when she needed them the most. They were worried about their reputations if they stood in her corner. This betrayal, crippling guilt and her mental health unstable, she resorted substances to help her forget, heavy drinking and indulging in illegal narcotics. The relief was only temporary, it made her more unstable and of course Lollipop caught this information somehow and made it public. If there were any hope to recover her good name, it was gone now. For good.
The trial concluded, she was sentenced to 30 years in prison at Drenched Heights, the only place capable of containing her kind. She is a shell of her former self, betrayed and destroyed. She lost all faith in 'justice' and her trust was broken, KRV never cared for her and will never care for any hero. There's no such thing as heroes, she found out the hard way. She knew it was Lollipop's doing, hell she was sure she would brag about it. If Rebecca ever gets out of here, she will find the self-absorbed monster and kill her, she was fully capable of doing so and abandoned her no-kill code of honour. She is the Angel of Death, a monster. Why bother changing that?
Of course, being a hero Captain meant you have put a lot of people in Drenched Heights in the past. She made enemies as soon as her foot was in the compound, many attempts on her life were made. She relied on her hand to hand skills to fight them off, but she has received Scars from shank wounds and brutal beatdowns. People are brazen enough to do this because the dampening collar around her neck blocks out her mind from conjuring any psionics. If she could, people would know that she can kill them in seconds... She is not that fortunate however. She has managed to make a majority leave her be when she busted a lot of noses and jaws, but some are either stupid or determined for their revenge.
She eats her ration in silence. She feels eyes burning holes into her head but she does not care, they can try and maybe one day, they will succeed. But not today, she's hungry and just wants to eat her meal in peace.
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Post by Alexodia on May 27, 2017 23:18:41 GMT
Cracking her neck as she walked along the corridor to the lunch hall, Elizabeth wore a particularly wide smile this morning; being among her fellow inmates usually filled her with a sense of disgust, but today, she was willing to let bygones be bygones, assuming that they managed to stay out of her way on this fine morning. Or was it afternoon? She could never tell, since they were at the bottom of the fucking ocean. Rounding the corner into the lunch hall, she could almost feel the heads turning her way as soon as she walked in, some conversations halting just to behold her exalted presence. It did feel good to have a rep in this place, but then again, she hadn't been in the general populace for some time; spending every waking moment in solitary confinement as she ate, slept, and breathed got boring after a while. She didn't mean to bite that guy's ear off during that one fight, but the Warden had really taken that hard on the guys' behalf. And it wasn't like the rest of the inmates needed to know that it was a sort-of accident; it did wonders for her reputation, and given that she didn't have access to her powers in here, she had to establish dominance somehow. She'd just been dealt a weird hand that she'd made the most of.
As she lined up, inmates warily giving her a wide berth, she recalled when she came here for the first time; betrayed by her папа and cast into here to rid him of her problems, she'd found herself quite alone, and the target of many of the inmates, most of whom wanting to capitalise on her beauty in more ways than simply observing. Even so, she was surprised that it had taken a few days of leaving her alone before they tried to attack her, but she'd seen it coming; she was smarter than all of these fucking cretins, and even without her powers, she was still more powerful than most of them. They'd attacked, and she'd defended herself with the appropriate force, but it was what had come after that that solidified her place in here; she'd broken one of the goon's necks, watching him slump to the floor as blood gushed out of his wounds...and it had all been so...funny. In hindsight, funny was perhaps the wrong word for it, but irrespective of the right nomenclature, every single goon left standing had stepped back in confusion and fear as she erupted in a laughing fit over the guy's broken corpse. Even when the guards rolled in, she couldn't stop. She didn't stop even when they hauled her away, and by the time she'd been released, the giggles had stopped, but the word of what had gone down had already spread. Most of them already thought her insane, but better yet, most of them left her alone out of sheer confusion and fear; some even came up to her and offered to follow her in exchange for her not turning the crazy onto them. It was only then that she'd realised the hand that she'd been dealt in this place, and she didn't intend to fold on such a lucrative opportunity.
Just over a year had passed since then, and her reputation as a madwoman had only increased; all it took was more acts of lunacy, and simple tweaks of her personality to make herself more unpredictable, more uneasy. The more mad she got, the less likely anybody got to snitch on her, as well; even when she wasn't that far into her role, the only time she ever got done was when she was caught doing her deeds in broad daylight; she was often among the guard's first pick whenever somebody turned up mutilated, but people had the common courtesy and self-preservation to let her be. She was feared in this place, now; even among all of the Darwin criminals, but what shocked her most of all was how easily and enthusiastically that she herself took to her new life. She'd always known that there was something wrong with her as a child, and so had everyone else; she'd had the grace to be born to a rich father that much preferred to cover stuff up than to make her confront it, but even during her time as a fucked-up child turning into a fucked-up adult, she'd always had to turn to the shadows to release her fucked-up urges. But in here, there was nowhere to hide, and nowhere she ever had to hide. The only thing more potent than crazy, she'd realised, was crazy pent-up over the course of a lifetime. It was a weapon that she wielded well; one, she may even have to thank her папа for, if she ever got out of here. Before she skinned him alive for tossing her in here in the first place, of course, but priorities were in order.
Getting her rations as she sent the inmate on lunch duty a wide grin that clearly unnerved him, she turned around and looked for her usual table, craning her head. She saw it after a few seconds, populated by her irritating yet useful lackeys, but as she went to move off, she spotted another table, making her eyes light up in manic joy. Lenton was still here; her little Angel. Grinning with glee as she headed off, her mind raced as to exactly what would be said. She had no idea, and that she found amazing. She hadn't seen her Angel in almost a month, given the ear-biting incident, but Lenton did fascinate her, she had to admit. She'd known of Lenton outside of Drenched Heights, and that woman out there was so different from in here. In here, the woman's spirit seemed to be quite lacking in comparison to the wondrous hero of before; she'd almost say that her spirit was sapped if she hadn't seen her beat the crap out of several inmates at the same time, so her spirit wasn't entirely gone.
Either way, just being around her fascinated Elizabeth. The spirit and its intricacies had always appealed to her. Didn't do much for her Angel's reputation, though, to be seen hanging around with the prison's resident murderous lunatic; not that she had one in the first place, which always helped when she wanted to chat to her Angel. It wasn't like anyone else was knocking her door down to talk to her. Bad rep in here or not, Elizabeth had always found her entertaining, and once she'd ripped the tongue out of the first kid to confront her about fraternising with "Swig pigs", most gave them a wide berth. Besides, she knew that her Angel loved their little friendship as much as she did. Placing her tray onto the table and sliding it over a few feet to rest opposite Lenton's tray as she rounded the table and sat in the seat opposite her Angel with menacing eyes and an unnaturally cheerful smile, still aware of some heads looking her way, she drank in the sights of her Angel sitting all alone.
"Did you miss me?" Elizabeth asked her Angel, her tone cheerful and expectant, giggling slightly as she talked, cocking her head slightly to the side like a curious animal. "It's been so long since we've seen each other, hasn't it? Apologies for that; I've been away for some time. So what's the sitch, my dear Angel?" she asked innocently, propping her elbows on the table and resting her chin on her hands, her head still cocked slightly to the side with a wide grin as her eyes narrowed in playful concern. "People haven't been rude to you again in my absence, have they?"
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Post by Snoe on May 28, 2017 1:42:37 GMT
Deo hummed to himself as he made his way to the cafeteria, his walking seemingly near to a dance. The little guy had gotten relatively well known in this last half a year of prison, but murder and grand larseny tended to get one into trouble... He was just trying to get Chris something nice for his birthday... but that baseball bat wielding Freak had to ruin his plan. Got sent to this sodden little pit, couldn’t even maintain his hair down here, Chris loved Deo’s hair the way it was... had to keep it that way.
The metal bands and fibercord that locked him into one solitary form made things harder than it should have been so a bit of creativity was called for. Deo had just finished speaking with the prison shrink, discussing his disposition. Deo had been spent the last few months telling his tale of woe to the dopey idiot in those big glasses, how he’d been born paralyzed from the waist down, and how his parents induced Darwins Syndrome selling him to a Private company to ‘work off’ the debt... Deo had the power to create copies of himself and learn what they learned, this little power was nutured by his company during his school years but the draw back was his mind suffered from needful-obsession-disorder. Deo would fixate on an authority figure and try to impress them... the problem was he did so by any means necessary. Deo once pushed another boy out of a window because he was causing his favourite teacher distress, that put him in juvenile hall... or would’ve.
Deo was abducted... His powers made him perfect for criminal pursuits... and his personality made him suggestive. Though as the years went on Deo only listened to specific people... theft, bombings, assassinations Deo was known to pull off squad based operations on his own. It was hard to believe his small stature and gymnastic flexibility had earned him an unbelievable reputation. It was until his last handler had died and he met Chris that his criminal career stalled out, for a happy life... though he didn’t stop entirely. His boyfriends birthday gift was what got him caught, the Freak Ten had been the one to catch him, Chris would e so dissappointed if he knew.
That was then, right now this girly 20 year old terrorist for hire was prancing to his table, many of the criminals eye him oddly some kept their distance others leered. Deo hadn’t given up on Chris so getting attached to any of these criminals hadn’t happened yet... and the pills they gave him helped keep that subservient urge at bay. In the mean time, he had to figure a way to get out, and that meant making friends, Deo was running a small smuggling ring contraband and ‘favours’ Deo wasn’t above selling a little extra; anything to get what he needed pride and decency be damned.
One of the prisoners crept up behind him in the food line a hand on him “Hey boy, you looking for fun?” Deo adorably looked over his shoulder at the new guy with a smirk and giggle. Looking past him to the guard, asking for a little help “Can’t afford me.” Provoking the inmate as he got a little more fresh with Deo only to get knee capped by a love struck Mr. Hob Deo’s favourite man in blue.
The inmate was dragged off and Hob smiled at Deo before he left “Thanks love, I owe you.” Deo shrugged to the onlooking crowd and grabbed his meal, finding his way to the usual table. “Hi girls, having fun?” Angel and Elizabeth “When did you get out of solitary Liz?”
Meanwhile....
Silic had tied an anchor to its wrist before diving over the edge of the boat. Drenched Heights was just below... or rather the train tunnel, couldn’t drive a boat ontop of the place, that’d be pretty damn stupid. Using an anchor to dive fast, not worried about pressurization, Silic wasn’t flesh and blood after all. It was going to be interesting hitching a ride. Mr. C was supposed to be riding in today to scout a few Freaks for the ‘family’ Silic was supposed to help them get out a few days after Carnegan left the rest could drown as far as the boss cared. 3 million was enough to cover the incidentals at least. Rocketing down Silic watched the fish swim by idly as the anchor pulled him deeper and deeper... ‘Hmmmm shoulda brought a flashlight.’ It was getting dark.
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Post by DodoDestroyer on May 28, 2017 7:55:20 GMT
Lenton's eyes look up at the sound of a voice opposite her table, they spot Elizabeth. The girl sticks out to her than almost the rest of the other inmates, one reason being she is a complete fucking nutcase and the other is she's the only one who has openly defended her from attackers. She remembers that day better than any other... Six months ago, Lenton was dragged into the kitchen were it was conveniently absent of other inmates and guards at the time. Lots of utensils and applications that can be used for torture and murder if one has a creative enough mind, she has a nasty burn scar on her left shoulder blade from where one fat bastard pinned her back down onto a burning stove. It hurt like bitch, which only fueled her rage for this man. But she's sure fatty got it worse when she used his weight to twist out of it and reverse positions of struggler and handler. How one survives burns that severe to the face fascinated Lenton in a sick way. Being greatly outnumbered and her opponent having kitchen knives and cleavers, she was sure that day was her final stand. Her wonders why people found her so shit-your-pants scary were put to rest when she watched her bludgeon one assailant repeatedly with a with a pot until it snapped off the handle... Then began shanking him with the broken, jagged end. She was laughing hysterically the whole time, it was a manic sight. While the others were watching in horror, they regretted getting distracted as Lenton ambushed them, many broken bones that will never heal properly as a bitter reminder of their mistake. No guard was called in nor was anything done about it, they were bribed to turn a blind eye to their attempt as torturing the Swig, it backfired on them when the tables were turned. Many inmates wonder why the hell Lenton is still fighting, she's broken beyond repair and has nothing left to lose, she is just waiting for the sweet embrace of death. That's exactly the reason she fights back, she has nothing left to lose. Like she is just gonna lie down and let these bastards have their sick little revenge so easily, who the fuck cares if her actions now go against her previous code and she's just as brutal as the inmates trying to kill her. There's nothing else to be soiled on her name and she no longer and her self-preservation is almost non-existent. That's what makes attackers think twice. That, and she is now under Elizabeth's protection.
Elizabeth helps her ward off and thin out assaults and Lenton allows her to weirdly obsess over her. She never got a true answer as to why that is but it is an arrangement that she has no reason to complain about, no doubt her defender will eventually call in for a favour in return one day, at least in Lenton's mind she will. She is not sure what it is or how crazy it will be, but she won't decline. She has no choice even if she wanted to decline.
"I'm fine." Lenton replies darkly as she looks back down to her ration and takes a bite. Her by-polar isn't as well managed in Drenched as it was outside and before her fall, so her mood swings vary. Currently, they have made her into a grumpy asshole. Most would also cower and refuse to look Elizabeth in the eye with that sinister stare and too wide grin, let alone reply in a slightly rude manner. She other woman doesn't give two shits about it, they're both fucked up mentally, one being more fucked than the other and besides, crazy pushes people away. That works for her. "Only once." She says again, answering her question about people being 'rude' to her. "Tried to jump me in the shower block, how original of them." She adds a hint of sarcasm to her tone. "There's now a few cracked tiles and a busted showerhead... Their little ring leader had a hard head." She stifles back a small giggle of sick delight at her joke about the dumbass swine, almost swinging from moody to manic. That tends to happen when she's late to take her meds... She will be fine until she finishes her meal. "Oh, and welcome back." she adds dryly before taking another bite.
Before Elizabeth can speak again, another joins the table. She looks up again and sees Deo has sat himself down, she sighs internally. She can normally tolerate one person in this state, but two and she will begin to get cranky. She just wanted to eat in peace and now the youngster will no doubt gush about his 'gift' to his boyfriend, and then about every little quality about him. In her current state, she finds it fucking annoying to say the least. He is focused on Elizabeth right now so she ignores his greeting for now and continues eating.
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Post by projectekertest33 on May 28, 2017 10:21:25 GMT
Jethro Hart, everybody called him Mouse or the Creek Town Cutter, collected his tray of food from the canteen with a smile at the inmate serving him which only got him glared at. Mouse kept his head down as he made his way to the table were he spotted his cell-mate Deo talking to some women he didn't know. Mouse had trouble remembering names and faces ever since they'd made him start taking the pills every say morning and evening. It was for his own good of course he remembered his first week in the prison.
Apparently everyone had been expecting the man who'd turned Creek Town into a pile of lacerated corpses to be larger or more intimidating or just not a scrawny little nerd with glasses. What they didn't understand of course was it hadn't been him it'd been Rat. A particularly nasty gang had started to pick on him saying he should "bend over like his cell-mate." Mouse had just taken the insults and punches until one of the made the mistake of bloodying his nose. The coppery smell of blood had filled his senses and where Mouse had closed his eyes in fear Rat opened his in glee. Three of the gang were dead and another four crippled before the guard had managed to trigger the shock bracelet Rat was wearing. After he got out of solitary Mouse found everybody except Deo left him alone and he began being given the pills.
The pills made things slightly fuzzy and out of focus but in return he couldn't hear Rat talking anymore! At least, not as much... He wondered if Deo had managed to get the book he'd asked for. Mouse missed reading more then anything even his family, not he really wanted to see his family they must know what he did by now.
As he walked towards the table he looked at the others sharing it. One of them had a streak of blue in her hair had he seen her before? On TV maybe? Argh the pills made it so hard to think! The other women had wonderful black hair and was generally beautiful, Mouse found himself staring at her before looking away blushing. Rat shifted slightly deep in Jethro's mind as they got closer to the table. He smelled kindred spirits in Deo and the women, blood and madness, he licked his lips hoping he would get a chance to kill them... slowly and painfully.
Mouse walked up to the table "Hey Deo... um ladies." He said still blushing a bit, he'd never been good with people, especially girls, he was more comfortable with computers. "Do you guys mind if I sit?"
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Post by Envy on May 28, 2017 16:17:02 GMT
Yawning awake, Rakh gets up from the bed the two guards that have been assigned to his cell unlock the door “Rise and shine, sweetheart it's time to eat yea freak.” said the latin guard standing in front of the cell door. Unlocking the door, the pair motions for Rakh to leave getting something to wear on his feet he leaves cell. Trying to roll his neck around is only met with resistance from the collar, the fucking thing was always tight enough to bother him. Walking out of his cell block and into the cafeteria looking over the various people he sees other that he talked with over the pass 2 years he’s been in here. Sentenced to life for the things that he during his years as a teen, stealing private information, shutting down power to KRV buildings, leaking information to the public, blackmail, and the list goes on. Walking over to get his food finding a place to sit he sees a his favorite group of people Deo, Mouse, Angel, and Elizabeth. Sitting down and well trying to sound pleasant “Why hello to you all.” says Rakh as he sit down at the table over the past couple of years in here Tek has been trying to get over his bad habitats well at least we it comes to talking to others that is. “So do you all mind if I steal a seat if that is all right?” He ask the group sitting down.
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Post by jackygirl on May 28, 2017 17:40:22 GMT
Hebi took a seat by herself and gulped down her food. She'd learnt to eat fast in case someone tried to take it from you. "Needle-mouth the shrink want's to see you." One of her guards informed her. She hissed in annoyance but followed him to the therapist's office. She took a seat opposite the desk. The shrink wasn't here yet but Hebi knew she had to wait.
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Post by Deaths on May 29, 2017 3:29:26 GMT
Today is the day, Mr. Carnegan's 'specialist' was on their way. They were going to infiltrate the prison and scope out his new recruits. Everything goes back to that day, the day Chris' digging into Deo's past earned the attention of someone greater than him. Which to be honest isn't that hard, just a few weeks ago he was a nobody now he was a super powered freak. (Well I guess technically he was a 'swig', but that's not the point.) His skin was trapped under a layer of darkness, bright lights dazzle him and burn his skin, but the power he has now was more than enough to help Deo escape.
Deo... that red headed idiot, Chris wasn't an idiot he knew Deo still committed crimes from time to time. When bills were tough and Chris was working sixty hour weeks, Deo would just 'find' money somewhere. Chris didn't want to question it, no good would come of it anyway. All that mattered was they were both safe, and together. Chris searched high and low for Deo, eventually his prodding brought a Mr. Carnegan to his door step. The offer was straightforward they wanted to break some people out of a highly specialized prison, one that no one had ever broken out of before, if Chris became a swig and took a job working security there they would allow him to break Deo out as well.
Knowing the risk of all this Chris agreed immediately, they took him away and began the painful process of becoming a Darwin. They gave him a moniker 'Ink' a fake history and credentials to get the job. He was to get as much intel from the inside as possible, to learn which Darwins were worth recruiting, and know the facility inside out. After only two weeks in his station he was finally transferred to Deo's cell block. He was over joyed to find him relatively unharmed, his fears put to rest Chris let out a sigh of relief. Sadly he must keep up the persona of 'Ink' until it was time to get out.
Silently he watch Deo protecting him from anyone planing him harm, any violence that broke out near him 'Ink' was there, subduing everyone and protecting him. He never spoke a word to Deo, he was content to just watch like his guardian angel ready to destroy anyone who would try to harm him. At nights when Deo would sleep Chris would turn into his hollow form and weightlessly cuddle him. Today was the beginning of the end for this place, Chris was anxious he was to meet his contact later today in one of the unused cells. For now he sits quietly underneath one of the tables in the cafeteria, he flattened himself in it's shadow now all he had to do was wait. Cafeteria duty was pretty boring anyway, everyone for the most part behaved themselves. "No one wants to fight on an empty stomach I guess." Chris thinks to himself though his eyes were trained on Deo's table, he was sitting next to some dangerous convicts the boy never changes he has to be a people pleasure and make friends. No doubt he was trying to con them into something. If he could smile right now Chris would be, this idiot only knows how to do things his way, and he wasn't going to learn a new way. There seems to be some tension brewing at the table. It appears Ms. Lenton was in an angry mood, and knowing Ms. Tvarkovsky she wasn't far from an 'incident' as well. If Mr. Hart was up on his medication, he wouldn't be a problem.
Chris hasn't had much interaction with these inmates though he was made aware of them given their...'issues'. They have definitely seen him bust head though when need be, dripping down from the ceiling like water from a leaky pipe only for his body to stay in the form of a blob expanding in size and swallowing 'problem causers' up, keeping them restrained until other guards arrived. Other times he'd fly in from a corner looking like a being of pure horror, with multiple arms covered in jagged spikes, though that was much more rare; only if Deo's life was in danger. He rose from the floor in the shadow of a powerful tier three Darwin, the Darwin was known at 'Tri' and because he resembled a Triceratops. He had a large spiky tail, huge muscles and was covered in thick scales, he was about ten feet tall and a certifiable bad ass. Chris shoved his arm down the beast mouth, he then enlarged has hand perfectly filling the brutes windpipe. He then had to finger like protrusions go up through past his uvula working his way past his nose, just for a bit of intimidation. A few moments later the beast when down, and he never had a problem from him ever since. This did give him a bit of a reputation and most inmates were smart enough to steer clear on him, and his mere presence would be enough to deescalate a situation. He wondered if this group would do the same, he wasn't in the mood to fight; he was much more nervous about the real reason he was here, an unnecessary brawl was not a top priority.
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Post by Alexodia on May 30, 2017 0:24:02 GMT
There was just something so amazing about hearing such a character recount their day; it wasn't even a departure from how anybody else or even herself would recount their experiences for the most part, but everything her Angel did fascinated her, as evidenced by her wide eyes and attentive gaze. Nobody was this important to her, she had to admit; not even her Angel. But analysis required premeditated interest, after all, and she'd always had a particular fascination for innocence and its destruction. Not that her Angel was entirely innocent in the first place, but in here, she was a shell of the woman she once was, and it was that that intrigued her so; anybody that came in here with such a drastic change in who they were piqued her interest. She'd developed a bit of a reputation for that, as well as being a lunatic. She was lucky, in a sense, that such a pure fascination coincided with her persona quite well; on its own, it would likely be seen as intellectual curiosity, but from her? Hardly more than predatory. She wasn't predatory in that particular sense by nature, but it kept others at arms length, and provided her with ample material for various reasons. Listening in still as her thoughts ran alongside her Angel's words, her smile became even wider, her eyes just as demented as people warned.
"Well, that wasn't very nice." Elizabeth uttered after a few seconds in a low voice, fury brimming in her eyes and betraying her calm tone. "We'll get to me later, my Angel. Who were these assailants, pray tell, hmm?" she asked innocently, before cocking her head to the side like a curious animal. "I'll kill them." she added suddenly, her voice calm yet heavy with meaning as her eyes darkened, the intent blaringly clear; anybody listening in would hear the venom in her voice. Her Angel would certainly be able to. People still dared to try to harm her Angel even after all this time, and they were always the same; people either trying to prove that they weren't afraid of her, or people that hated her Angel so much that she didn't even bother them that much. Those people, she could handle, but people that didn't make a move only to attack when she was unable to interfere? Oh, that was low. One thing Elizabeth could not abide were cowards and cravens, but they'd learn. Every single one of them would.
As she opened her mouth to speak, however, she noticed movement out of the corner of her eye; her reflexes were skill quick enough to catch anything before anybody else, and Elizabeth felt her knuckles tighten in darkening vexation as another inmate sat down next to her, addressing them and talking up as if they were best friends. Her eyes darting to the side without a word, her eyes narrowed and her smile increased dementedly almost out of impulse; Deo. She could tolerate this lovable little person on the best of days, but now, she was trying to have a discussion with her Angel; she would have thought that he would at least have the common decency to leave them alone to their own devices, like everybody else had had the good sense to. Already she could see people out of the corner of her eye watching her in anxiety of her reaction to this intruder that interrupted their conversation. It hadn't even begun, and he was interfering. Refusing to answer for a few seconds, aware of the eyes of her Angel and Deo on her, Elizabeth very pointedly took a breath through her mouth, held it for a few seconds, and then let it go as she turned to look at Deo, aware of the warning signs blaring deafeningly loud in her eyes with a glare lesser people would have pissed their pants from.
"We were." Elizabeth uttered innocently, her eyes maintained their unblinking fire. "Until you were so RUDE!!!" she suddenly shouted out of nowhere, her eyes intensifying as she quickly looked back to the table as a few people turned around, startled at the sudden raise in volume. "...to interrupt during polite conversation." she continued, her voice instantly back to the eerie calm she was exercising before, picking up her fork and observing it as she talked, studying the fork as if it was the most interesting thing she'd ever seen in her life. "So...if decency still exists, then I would...respectfully request that y-" she continued before she stopped dead in the middle of her sentence, watching in bewilderment as another person came up to their table, requesting to sit down. Blinking once, Elizabeth was too stunned to answer. Another person coming up to their table, and feeling it was warranted to interrupt their conversation, especially considering how it was going right now? She knew that her Angel fraternized with some of the other inmates besides her; she wasn't a monogamous sort of gal, but this was unacceptable. Turning her furious gaze towards the new intruder, she wasn't even able to laugh; she'd already forgotten this person a long time ago. Some kid hiding his murderous urges behind a shy exterior, but the rest she hadn't deemed important enough to know. Opening her mouth to let this new person exactly how welcome here he was not, she acknowledged one more person coming into their vicinity; her mind short-fusing at the audacity of all of these new people, she watched as this new person sat down nonchalantly, asking if they minded if he sat while he sat anyway. If they minded. Her faculties suddenly rushing back as her emotions started to boil, she let out a wheezy, demented chuckle, drawing the attention of every single person sat at the table.
"Mind?" she asked innocently, the picture of calm before she quickly grabbed her tray laden with food and furiously slammed it down onto the table, the force of her anger cracking the tray and sending food flying everywhere as the deafening crack reverberated around the room and she stood up faster than she could register. "MIND?!" she screamed at the top of her voice, her patience gone and her entire demeanour as demented as the rumours they spread about her as the entire hall's interactions ceased and went deadly silent, every single head turning towards their table in bewilderment and, once they'd seen the source of the disruption, terror. She'd had enough of this; all she'd wanted was a simple conversation with her Angel. Too many people, there were too many people. Each one of them had had the fucking gall to just sit down as if they were happy as fucking campers, and manners weren't a thing that existed in this world. Did she mind?! Oh, yes. She minded a lot. And as she rested her hands against the table as she stood upright, her head bowed as she took deep breaths with everyone watching her, they would fucking know that she minded.
"I HAVE AN IDEA!!" Elizabeth suddenly announced to the silent room, her head snapping upwards and bolting sideways to look at the newest intruder, her eyes deranged as she tried to stifle incredulous laughter, a few giggles of lunacy sneaking past her lips as she bent her elbows to bring her body closer to the table like a tiger lowering itself to the ground before it bolted after its prey. She didn't even realise to whom she was talking to at this point; it might as well have been a sack of meat rather than a prisoner. They were going to play with her all the same. "Let's play a game! Hmm?" she asked curiously, the venom in her voice clear and present as she noted the some of the guards tentatively converging on their position to neutralise the situation. They knew not to interfere with her unless she actually caused bodily harm, so they may get their pay day after all. "I certainly like games. Do you, hmm? Do you like games, Mr. Man?" she asked rhetorically, her head cocking to the side as her eyes retained every bit of their vitriol as she shouting cut through the deathly silence of the lunch hall.
"What about you, hmm?" she asked once more, turning her head to the kid still standing up, devoting all of her attention to the lucky kid right here. She couldn't even tell what reaction he was having to all of this; she was seeing too much red. "Do you like games? What about you?" she continued, turning to Deo with her gaze of lunacy, leaning in close to Deo's face like a snake would study immobile prey up close before attacking, before she quickly adopted an expression of mock horror, looking at each one of the intruders in turn. "Or...wait...is this not a playground? No?" she asked the intruders, her expression still conveying horror and an apologetic gaze. "I'm so sorry, I must have assumed falsely, haven't I? You see, I was under the impression that this right here? This is a playground. Am I wrong? A playground, wherein anybody can just do WHATEVER THE FUCK THEY WANT!!!" Elizabeth screamed dementedly once more, slamming her fists with surprising power onto the table, making it shake violently as the sound reverberated around the lunch hall. She was pissed, and they would fucking KNOW IT!
"Tvarkovsky-"
"WHAT?!" Elizabeth shrieked maniacally, her head snapping round to fix her hatred-filled gaze at the approaching guard, who bolted backwards in shock at her sudden vitriol with such vigour that he almost tripped over his own feet on the way back, jumping out of his skin in terror at her lunacy. So tough looking, and yet still so scared. Silence falling over the lunch hall once more, she breathed deeply as she closed her eyes in an attempt to marshall her temper, the breaths audible throughout the hall as she breathed in, and then breathed out. As the breaths left her nose, her eyes opened once more; not as deranged, but just as threatening.
"All I wanted was a conversation." she spoke up once more, her voice calm and measured, yet laced with despair as her expression adopted the same despair in her voice at being denied something as simple as a conversation. "Is that too much to ask? IS IT?!" she continued, yelling the last two words in fury as she saw at least ten inmates jump out of their skin at the sudden and unexpected raise in volume. They were scared of her. Not of what she would do next, but precisely because of the fact that they didn't know what she was going to do next. Whether she'd calm down completely in the span of a split second, or go on a rampage that ends in casualties was anybody's guess. That was her asset. That was who she was in here, and even she didn't know what she was going to do. She'd spent too much time in here; she didn't even know herself anymore. That never bothered her much anyway, but she'd always known who she was, and this place had taken that away from her.
This...place. This prison for Darwins, very aptly nicknamed to be 'Hell on Earth'. She hated it; she hated all of it. Eventually, she would find her way out of here, somehow. When she did, there would be no more stifling her true nature for the sake of blending in with society. It was time to start living for herself, and nobody else. Her emotions were boiling over. Her time here would be up before long; either she'd get out of here and live the life that she had been meant to live, or she'd be thrown into the furnace as a corpse. The latter didn't bother her that much; she'd never had much of a self-preservation instinct, but she'd had enough. She was done with this place. It was time for this place to be done with her, as well. Swiftly sitting back down in her seat as quickly as she'd risen from it, she silently and calmly propped her elbows onto the table and rested her chin against her hands.
"I'd like you all to leave, please." Elizabeth uttered softly, all of her rage from moments earlier completely gone, her eyes turned downwards towards the table and avoiding everybody's gaze, her line of sight fixed solely on the table beneath her elbows. She didn't trust her emotions to be completely sated by now; she didn't doubt that the second any of them refused her request, she'd flip her shit once again, even more irate than what had just gone down. The entire hall still deathly silent with most eyes on her still, unmoving form, she waited patiently to see how the events of next would unfold. This was not how she wanted to spend her day of release from solitary; another outburst was not needed at all. All she had wanted was a conversation with her Angel.
Was that really too much to ask?
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Post by DodoDestroyer on May 30, 2017 9:36:23 GMT
Lenton is beginning to get really fucking irritated with all these inmates coming over to her table and actually thinking it is okay to be buddy buddy with them. Either they don't care for their own wellbeing, or they're stupid as they come. Two more since Dec's arrival, a supposedly shy boy that seems nervous around her and Elizabeth. She's heard of stories, how he has torn people limb from limb yet here he is, looking like he is about to piss his pants just by talking to someone. Hide it all he wants, he's a monster like the rest of them here, including Lenton herself. The other, she really can't care enough to acknowledge who he is but the way he just sits his ass down on this table like he doesn't have a fucking worry in the world is ignorant and arrogant at the same time. These two should be aware of Elizabeth's reputation if not Lenton's. Sitting with a sociopath whose moods switch almost instantly and the literal definition of insanity in human form is very reckless indeed. She just wanted to eat in Goddamn peace. Two is company, three is a crowd, five is chaos she won't stand for.
But, Lenton is beaten to the punch. Before she can say a single word, Elizabeth slams her tray hard onto the table and causes everyone to flinch, Lenton only does so because some debris of food fly into her direction. Everyone in the cafeteria, including the guards, are staring at this display of another screaming episode in horror. Lenton watches her with a blank expression, knowing full well she would flip her shit like this with the amount of people coming to a table which was clearly not here to welcome them. They're lucky in her opinion, Elizabeth is actually being mild right now. If she wasn't, bones would be broken and appendages would be ripped off with her teeth by now. Watching the faces of shock and horror from the newcomers has her let out a giggle she failed to keep back, slipping into a manic phase. She can't help it. The way they looked so shocked that a psychopath had the nerve to scream in their faces for trying to join a table they did not have the privilege of becoming a part of. I mean that's out of order in their minds, right? It's fucking hilarious to Lenton, seeing their reaction to this. But, she holds herself together and taking control of her giggles and snuffing them before it becomes a fit she cannot stop.
Once Elizabeth is done verbally tearing them apart, Lenton returns to eating her meal. She doesn't feel the need to take a stand and scream at them, everything she wanted to say has been said. Why bother repeating herself? Though she does not take her eyes off any of them, wondering if they have the smarts to leave immediately. She sure does hope so, she isn't in the mood for a brawl.
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Post by Snoe on Jun 1, 2017 4:06:04 GMT
Deo watched this moment as if they were fireworks. Glorious fireworks the rage rolling off of her were amazing, Deo never could manage the anger face very well and this was brilliant. It was somewhere in the middle that Deo figured his reaction was wrong, the other inmates recoiling and cowering while Deo leaned in chin in his palms.
Correcting himself he pretended to be shocked like the rest of them. True this woman was dangerous, kinda like mouse on a bad day. Deo was kinda numb when it came to anything but his 'master' boyfriend or his current fixation. He remembered Chris had a problem with a girl at work scheming to steal the upcoming promotion... it was it a pay raise... didn't matter. She ended up with a felony drug charge after the cops found her cracked out in her apartment with a few keys of cocaine squirrelled away in her spare tire compartment.
Simple frame job and drugging, and Chris was happier at work. A win win really.
Oh back to the screaming. Deo took a moment after they all settled down making a few faux calm gestures. Mostly copying a man out of her sight and regurgitating his actions. "I'll leave, oh here's your tray back." Deo slid his tray over to Elizabeth under it was something she requested and paid for before her stint in solitary.
"Mouse my boy, your book is under my pillow care to help me go look for it." He whispered to his roomy teasingly. Getting up and taking a few bite from his bread while making for a new tray and then his cell.
Meanwhile
Silic had made it to the bottom. And worked his way into the tunnel... they'd notice the leak... maybe. Itd buy them a few days... or drown everyone. The hole was barely the size of a needle. Silic didn't need air... Mr Carnegan might...
Silic skipped down the tracks toward the prison singing "London Bridge." London Bridge is broken down, Broken down, broken down. London Bridge is broken down, My fair lady.
Build it up with wood and clay, Wood and clay, wood and clay, Build it up with wood and clay, My fair lady.
Wood and clay will wash away, Wash away, wash away, Wood and clay will wash away, My fair lady.
Build it up with bricks and mortar, Bricks and mortar, bricks and mortar, Build it up with bricks and mortar, My fair lady.
Bricks and mortar will not stay, Will not stay, will not stay, Bricks and mortar will not stay, My fair lady.
Build it up with iron and steel, Iron and steel, iron and steel, Build it up with iron and steel, My fair lady.
Iron and steel will bend and bow, Bend and bow, bend and bow, Iron and steel will bend and bow, My fair lady.
Build it up with silver and gold, Silver and gold, silver and gold, Build it up with silver and gold, My fair lady.
Silver and gold will be stolen away, Stolen away, stolen away, Silver and gold will be stolen away, My fair lady.
Set a man to watch all night, Watch all night, watch all night, Set a man to watch all night, My fair lady.
Suppose the man should fall asleep, Fall asleep, fall asleep, Suppose the man should fall asleep? My fair lady.
Give him a pipe to smoke all night, Smoke all night, smoke all night, Give him a pipe to smoke all night, My fair lady.
Let's hope the flood will be a good enough distraction for the break out. Think to itself. At least there won't be a cavalry coming too soon and the boss has a few days before that leak becomes a torrent.
Meanwhile
"Sir are you sure it's wise to hire that 'thing'?"
"Don't question me lad, or I'll slide 'im a five to fit you on the way out, now get my list I've got some valuables to appraise." A large man steps out of the tram and to the Drenched heights main office. Under the guise of its chief investor along side Vaihl Miles Carnegan walked into this place in his expensive pinstripe suit and adjusted his hat. He couldn't outright take prisoners out of this he'll hole nor could he hide his identity but he could certainly check up on a facility he had invested in and was considering continuing. Despite the break out, typical weeding not all of these prisoners were worth the air they breathed so a riot masking an escape would be perfect.
Closing off the only known exit was part of it. Miles now needed to see who was worth pulling out of this hole.
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Post by Envy on Jun 2, 2017 14:32:08 GMT
Hearing Elizabeth’s words don’t even fade to him it’s in one ear out the other so it wouldn’t matter. But since he doesn’t want to step on any toes to day he just picks his food up and walks away. Looking but at Elizabeth and Lenton, “Better just leave those two alone for now.” he whispers under his breath as he continues to walk away. Sitting at another table, Tek beings to eat his food when another inmate reaches other to grab some of his cornbread. Looking back at Tek he says “What is mine isn’t yours, but what is your’s is mine.” He says with a grin. Normally Tek would let this schmuck get away with this but for now he’s a little bored anyways; Grabbing his tray, Tek picks up his tray and throws it like a Frisbee landing straight into the back of the man’s head.
Grabbing the back of his head he stands up with angry in his eyes “Now why in the hell did you have to do that? You know what now you’ve earn a free trip to the ER!” Not wasting a minute the other inmate pulls out a shiv attempting to stab Tek. Moving a couple of feet back and moving over toward the right of the inmate grabs his elbow and pulls it down then kicks the back of his knees. Now to the ground Tek puts his foot of his shoulder and then starts to pull at the arm. *POP* Dislocating his arm Tek crouches down and picks up the shiv “Well sorry about that seems like you're my bitch now.” Driving the shiv in his left leg, Tek begins to simile “I’m just not some mat you could walk over.”
The guards from nearby are breaking up the group three of them restrain and begin to drag him off toward the psych ward. “Jesus Christ you fruit loops are all the fucking same.” says one of the guards leading him towards the psychiatrist’s office. Waiting outside the office the door was closed so someone was inside at the time. “Make it quick.” said Tek loud enough for whoever inside could hear him. He didn’t like to wait but waiting is all he could do in this place it’s not like he will get this collar off anytime soon.
“Can you shut up for God’s sake? Because retards like you make ours jobs harder.” The same guard from earlier said. “The first year you were here you were locked up in solitary. Since, of your so called “good behavior” you were release for whoever knows why. The second you got out we busted you with illegal goods and you sent to other people to the ER. I cannot wait till Doc. Quinzel decides that you should good back into solitary. Man all of jobs will 10 times better with you gone.” he finally shuts up with the other two just shaking their heads in agreement.
I fucking hate this place, hate, hate, HATE this place there is nothing that can be done without these pigs by my side. I hope something miraculously happens for once in my shitty life.
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Post by projectekertest33 on Jun 3, 2017 21:53:28 GMT
Mouse let out a loud yelp at the beautiful women’s outburst. Mouse had always been quiet and easily surprised and he hated social confrontation. This was probably his 2nd worse nightmare. (Rat smiled remembering the 1st)…
It was almost a year ago now, Mouse had run away from home just two years earlier to protect his family from the demon in his head. He was seventeen just skin-and-bones from a long time on the road his clothes dirty and smelly when he walked into Creek Town, Virginia. He’d never stayed anywhere long the past two years always moving on if he felt “him” stir. He had, a pair of beaten old trainers, two pairs of torn trousers, a t-shirt that had once been white, three pairs of socks so full of holes they could pass for Swiss cheese and a satchel containing; his glasses, a metal flask of water and half a sandwich not yet mouldy. He also had a baseball cap gifted to him by a truck driver who’d given him a lift a few months back which he wore backwards as the setting sun was behind him and his neck burned easily.
The sign he passed declared Creek Town a small place (pop 362) but home to the “The sweetest fruit in America” There were certainly a lot of apple orchards on the surrounding hills the shade cast by the trees dappling the ground in light and shadow even as Mouse trudged along the mercilessly unsheltered road. He remembered the heat and the pain in his feet but he also remembered being content. “He” had been mostly silent that day leaving Mouse to his own thoughts in peace without the smell of burning or the taste of blood.
As Mouse entered the town he’d thought how different it was from New York where he’d spent most of his life. There was only one general store and all the houses were clearly well looked after with bright white post fences and large yards with lively green grass. Most of the population probably lived closer to their orchards in the hills. Mouse dug through his pockets and came up with a dollar in small change, not enough for anything worthwhile. As he was staring through the general store window drooling slightly at all the food on display his belly rumbling a voice startled him from behind. “You’re looking hungry there my friend.” He turned and saw… a cowboy? The man was a good head taller than Mouse was then a Stetson adding a few extra inches and his white moustache styled into the stereotypical biker-style.
“A bit.” Mouse said looking down at the ground embarrassed. “Ain’t no shame in it pardner a fella’s gotta eat. Name’s Bill, I’m from Texas originally in case you hadn’t worked it out.” The man said in an accent that sounded like it came straight from a western. “I’m from New York…” Mouse mumbled at his feet. “A yankee? Well nobody’s perfect.” Bill said mocking Mouse in a good-natured way.
“What’s your name boy?” “Mouse.” Replied Mouse, most people hadn’t used his real name even before he ran away and he didn’t see much point changing now. “Well now Mouse you look like a kid who could use a bit of paying work, am I right?” Bill said with a friendly smile. Mouse nodded quietly, his Mother had always told him he was too trusting but it was just how he was. “Well as it happens I’m short a hand for apple-picking this year, lot of younger folk moving to the big cities. I’d consider it a favour if you’d give me a hand for the season. Can’t offer much more then minimum wage but me and the taxman got a special understanding so he won’t be taking any of it from ya and you’ll get three square meals a day though I’m afraid you’ll be sleeping in the old stable, nothing personal but me the missus and my daughters are taking up all the room in the house.”
And so it was that Mouse spent a month working on Bill’s orchard. He wasn’t as strong as the other workers but his height and long arms meant he could reach the apples others found difficult. The old stable was cool and comfortable with a hammock strung up for him to sleep in and he took his meals inside which was how he came to know Bill’s wife, Martha, and their son and daughter, five and ten respectively. Martha was a bit younger then Bill with a tanned face and strong arms but a heart of gold. The children liked Mouse and especially warmed to him when he fixed the old laptop they had in the garage, the signal wasn’t very good but it was better than nothing.
At the end of the month Mouse went to Bill respectfully his cap in his hands. “Uh…” He said Bill’s eyes flickering up from the crossword he’d been doing. “Howdy Mouse didn’t hear you come in, I swear you’re like a ghost sometimes.” Bill said folding the paper. “What can I do for you pardner?” Mouse twisted the cap in his hands nervously. “It’s my birthday so… I was wondering if you could take me into town…” Mouse mumbled. “I’ve got some things I want to buy.” Bill grinned. “Awwwwww you should’ve told me boy!” He exclaimed. “Before you go shopping you’re having a round at the bar on me!” Mouse tried to politely decline. “I won’t hear of it boy!” Bill said with a grin. “Every kid should have a drink on his eighteenth!” And that was that.
Mouse had saved up what to him felt like a lot of money and had been planning to buy some things before he left town. “He” had been whispering again and Mouse felt like it was time to go before anything bad happened. What harm could one drink do though? Bill bought him a shot whiskey and the bar patrons insisted he down it. Giving in to the pressure Mouse did his face immediately turning red as he spluttered and fell off his chair to raucous laughter. “You alright boy?” Bill asked his face full of mirth. Mouse was about to say he was fine but realised he could taste copper. He must have bitten his cheek as he fell. Suddenly his head felt funny, the blood… the people laughing… something inside Mouse started to laugh as well… Mouse closed his eyes and Rat opened them his attention fixing to Bill’s Bowie knife.
Mouse remembered only flashes of the next few hours and for that he was glad because what he did remember was terrible. Snapping Bill’s neck… cutting Martha’s throat… approaching a crib laughing with Bill’s bloodied knife in his hand… Mouse woke up leaning against the signpost on the way into town the knife still in his hand. The “Population 362” on the sign had been crossed out with blood and above written in the same was “Population 0”. Mouse had been violently sick against the sign before walking ten miles to the next town over covered in blood. Crying and sobbing he’d surrendered himself at the Sherriff’s office and just one month later he’d been convicted of mass murder and sent to Drenched Heights.
Mouse snapped out of his reverie just as the beautiful woman finished screaming. Deo was walking away and Mouse scampered after him forgetting his tray although he noticed he still had the knife in his hand, weird. He dropped it at the washing up station catching up to Deo. “S-sorry Deo I didn’t mean to cause trouble…” Mouse said embarrassed. “Thanks! Sure, I’ll help!” Mouse said cheerfully trying to drown out his memories. “But if you know it’s under your pillow why do you need help finding it?” Mouse asked oblivious.
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Post by Hunter on Jun 3, 2017 23:25:48 GMT
Noises attract Tek's escort as a red haired woman with a sluggish face arrive on the scene followed by two more guards. "Hey what's the deal with that one ?" One of the escort perk up as he notice them. "Freak here shanked a prisoner at lunch, emergency metting with the doc, what about yours ?" Tomo do a mock salute to everybody as she is seated "805 ? Had to visit the doc too to see if she was free from isolation, she spent the morning oversleeping. "Well sorry to be bored to death in that fucking shoe box." She wakes up from her lethargic only to be seated down again. "Language, remember what Quinzel told you, anger mangement and such, you don't want to spend another couple of days in isolation right ?" A faint "fucker" escape Shade's lip as she sprawls in her seat.
Minutes pass as the guards make small talk and Tomo fidgets more and more, she doesn't like being here, in front of the doc's ofice, in this cel, this very prison at the bottom of a fucking sea, ocean, whatever, this place suck. She turns her attention toward the other inmate, she may not be very sociable among the other residents; She ended in isolation by breaking someone's ribs after all but she had to do something, anything to not go crazy. Tek had the misfortune to be here and to be one of the few guys having problems wih Tomo. "So Tek, what happened while i was away ?" she leaned in his direction. "Tell me all the juicy bits that i missed, and more importantly, why did you do this time o end here ?"
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Post by jackygirl on Jun 9, 2017 23:16:00 GMT
Lilean Quinzel walked into her office to find Hebi Hanako, aka Needle-Mouth sitting opposite her desk. The manacles and mouth-grill were gone but Doctor Quinzel had a panic button on her person that could have the guards on the patient in seconds. It was unlikely to be necessary Hebi was at the end of the day a pragmatist despite her lack of a moral code. Hebi had in previous sessions proved reluctant to drop her guard although she had mentioned Alex, clearly a lover of some sort and quite dear to the patient, and Dr Quinzel hoped to continue on that theme. Hebi was the last potential candidate for her short-list for her... other employer. Carnegan had compensated her very well for passing on information but if she didn't have the finished dossiers when she met up with his agent later that day things could very well go badly for her. The list was almost complete; the monsters Jethro and Elizabeth, the misunderstood Lenton and of course the maniacs Deo, Tomo and Rakh. All of them were well-documented by her leaving just Hebi and Lilean wasn't sure which category she came under yet.
"Hello Hebi." Lilean said using her low-level ability to spread a feeling of calm and safety. "I would like to speak some more about how you came to be incarcerated here..."
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Hebi had to resist the urge to relax, something about the Doctor made her want to drop her guard but Hebi only lowered her vigilance around one person... Alex. "You've read the file." Hebi said to the short blonde women holding her glowing green eyes with her own. "Well yes." The Doctor adjusted her glasses. "But that only contains facts... I want to know your side of things." Again Hebi felt that urge to open up to this friendly women. She thought back to the day of her capture...
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It had been a simple job, Alex had found a target whose death he considered 'morally justifiable', Hebi didn't particularly care as long as they got paid but she knew it was important to Alex. Alex had used his pets to recon the location, she would take care of the target whilst he was attending some big fancy party at an art museum as always Alex took care of creating a cover, stealing an invitation and an appropriate dress.
She'd just finished lengthening her hair until it came down to her shoulders and was putting a contact lens into her blind eye so that it would match her brown eye when Alex came in and kissed the back of her neck she smiled and said "I always hate it when I have to change my hair length it makes it so much easier for someone to grab." "Aw but you look so pretty, well prettier. Don't worry when you get back I'll cut it for you double-H." Only Alex ever called her double-H anyone else who tried would soon find themselves rolling on the floor in pain. Hebi laughed "Just tell Pythagoras not to try and crawl up my leg this time, I nearly cut him in half last time I was so surprised." Pythagoras was Alex's favourite snake a beautiful Copperhead who was useful for both scouting and incapacitating enemies. Alex could communicate telepathically with reptiles, mainly snakes, which had earned him his nickname: Charmer and he certainly was that.
An hour later she'd been walking up the red carpet making sure that none of the photographers got a clear shot of her face and then smiling at the doorman as she handed over her invitation, she'd temporarily changed her teeth back to normal she hated it because of how painful and time-consuming it was but she could change them back into needles in the blink of an eye. A female security guard patted her down for weapons not realising that she didn't need any weapons save for her nails and teeth. She moved through the museum stopping now and then to examine a painting or pick at the food, she felt very uncomfortable in the long dress she was wearing but part of her training had been in how to blend in anywhere so she ambled unnoticed through the museum until she spotted her target a thin man in a suit with two much larger intimidating men keeping a careful eye on the other attendees. From Alex's report she knew there was a camera blind spot en-route to the men's bathroom so she simply waited until the target felt the call of nature.
Ten minutes later she was wiping a spot of blood of her face and retracting her nails the body guards had made the mistake of assuming she wasn't a threat until she was close enough to rip out their throats and the target himself hadn't put any kind of a fight. She heard a shocked gasp from behind and turned to see a shocked security guard going for his gun "What rotten luck for both of us." She thought instantly returning her teeth to their more useful form and lunging for the guard's jugular. Halfway to the target an image of Alex's disappointed face came to her mind and she made the mistake of hesitating realising how much he would dislike the fact that she'd killed an innocent guard. The first bullet took her in the shoulder the second low in low in her abdomen.
The next thing she remembered she'd been waking up in handcuffs in hospital.
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Blinking back to the present Hebi realised that she'd told the story out loud and the Doctor had written it all down. "What...?" Hebi said confused. There was just something about the Doctor that seemed to inspire trust. "Thank you Hebi we've made real progress today." The Doctor smiled at her. "Now I'm afraid it's time to return to your cell. The guards escorted Hebi out. Lilean quickly gathered all her notes on the short-list candidates and made for the rendezvous with Carnegan's agent.
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Post by Alexodia on Jun 10, 2017 22:22:48 GMT
Her eyes still boring into her hands enclosed on the table, Elizabeth very clearly registered each of the intruders making their way away from the table; bit by bit, person by person. Her hands were clenched together so hard it started hurting a while ago, her heavy breathing gradually got smoother and more even as the intruders gradually moved away and left her and her Angel alone at the table, but by no stretch of the imagination was she going to calm down. What had just happened was not funny, not at all. In here, finding things funny was her signature, but even she could find herself not quite up for a laughing mood in this place. As the last of them left, and she became starkly aware of the fact that it was just the two of them once again, she imagined feeling sheepish would be the primary feeling in a situation such as this; people and guards were still looking at her, and she'd just interrupted lunch for her Angel. It was only later that she actually realised that she'd actually disrupted lunch for everybody else as well, but that wasn't important to her at the moment. In fact, she didn't know what was important to her at the moment; as a general rule, nothing was important to her at all. It made her unpredictable, unable to be intimidated or bullied like so many other prisoners here in her position were when your priorities were all out of whack.
"Was that too loud?" She asked her Angel, her eyes glazed over and her voice far-away as if she wasn't entirely there. "I disrupted lunch. This was supposed to be fun. Everything's ruined." Elizabeth continued, her disaffected voice belying her utterly broken words. She did have an image to maintain with her Angel, though, but she knew that her Angel would be able to take care of herself when it came down to it. Every day, she had to remind herself that she was supposed to care for her Angel, and put up the front that she'd created out of fascination and intrigue. Their relationship was more one of convenience, she recognised; it wouldn't have happened were they not both stuck together in this environment, and there wasn't much doubt that when the time came, both of them would be likely to abandon the other. Such a thought should have bothered her, she recognised, but it didn't. Like every other moment in her life, she waited for the feelings and emotions to hit her...and they didn't. Like she was surrounded with a transparent yet impenetrable wall in which she could see them coming, but ultimately bear witness to the very noticeable lack of impact on her person.
Her thoughts diverted by the sounds of pained yelling and scrambling further down the hall, her gaze never ceased to break from her enclosed hands, the pain now starkly evident as she crushed her hands between themselves, deliberately increasing her pain despite the fact that the ultimate severity of it never reached her, her face impassive as her still-vigilant ears caught word of the perpetrators; she recognised his name, however faintly. One of the intruders from before had apparently taken it upon themselves to attack another of the inmates for whatever reason. Whatever the reason, it didn't bother her; standing up much slower than before, she executed a calm ascent to her feet, her gaze still far-away and her lips unmoving as she abandoned the table and its contents and turned around, heading off towards the exit, back towards the cells.
She wasn't hungry any more, and she definitely was not in the mood to be around any of them for much longer. Her Angel would understand, and if she didn't, then she could go fuck herself. She didn't like any of this, and while she didn't have the emotional capacity to truly loath her situation, at least acknowledging that that is what she would feel if she was able to would have to count. Making her way across the room, she noted some of the guards frown in confusion at her deeply disaffected gaze; a far cry from her usual anachronisms of manic grins, laughs, and restless body language, she must have looked like somebody that had just gone through an awful trauma. Noting the guards quickly divide themselves up as two of them broke off to escort her back, she felt the urge to grin at their behaviour faintly appear before fading below the surface before ever even touching it. She'd had problems with all of the guards before, and even though most of them were Darwins or Swigs, they still held a healthy fear of her unpredictability and surprising set of skills; they all knew what an outburst of hers would entail, and none of them wanted to press her on a good day of hers. On top of this, the usual routine involved all of the prisoners being escorted back with each other to save time, but with her as disaffected as she was, she doubted any of them would try and push their luck with her by requesting that she remained in the lunch hall. A prediction, it seemed, was correct.
As she glided through the door wordlessly, escorted by two extremely wary guards on edge for the slightest hint of an outburst, she ambled slowly towards her cell. Back to boring general population, it seemed. Temptations to gouge the guards' eyes out with her fingers or rip out their throats with her teeth were beginning to hit her already.
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Post by DodoDestroyer on Jun 11, 2017 14:03:58 GMT
Lenton watches the intruders leave the table as quickly as they came. Deo was impassive, but he just can't feel shit when it comes to emotions of any kind. That kind of reaction was expected. The scrawny little coward who she learnt to be mouse scampered away as quickly as he could to follow Deo, a follower it seems and perhaps he acknowledged his mistake. Hopefully he learnt from it. Then there was the nonchalant boy, he looked like he left out of self-preservation over fear. Smart lad, but not all that smart if it turns out he refuses to fear Elizabeth. Fear keeps you alert and being cocky about it makes you less cautious. The results of that usually have you bleeding out to death on the floor... As the boy turns around to look at them again, she keeps her eyes locked onto his. She does not need to speak to get the message across that he isn't welcome in a five feet radius of Lenton. Hell, she doesn't even remotely like anybody else here, she tolerates Elizabeth on somewhat positive terms because of their mutual understanding, like an alliance. She didn't come here to make friends with everybody or join a social club and she sure as hell does not want to trade friendship bracelets with these psychos.
She registers Elizabeth's words and returns her attention to her, a thousand yard stare in her eyes and hands clenched so hard she could bet it has cut the skin and about to draw trickles of blood. Strange.. She has rarely seen her in this state, Lenton would have thought Elizabeth was in a permanent state of mad glee. Guess there is still some things she has yet to discover about her... "You got rid of them, that works for me." she replies with a shrug and eats some more of her food. She couldn't bring herself to be annoyed at her scene, in fact she is glad about it. Scared off the minority and had the table empty again, though her companion seems to be bothered by it, guess those guys pissed her off more than she thought for 'ruining everything'. She watches her rise from the table and slowly leave, eyes following her around the canteen until she is out of sight. Well that was certainly an uncommon occurrence for lunch time...
Lenton remains undisturbed for the rest of her time here until all inmates were escorted to the 'yard'. Basically some huge botanical garden like place, just without the flowers and trees. Simon Mint always loved to make everything an art show it seems... That's where all the differences between Drenched Heights and a regular prison end however, the same tradition goes. There's huddles of inmates bunched together like penguins and some gathered around the benches sticking close to their own for the safety from the prison yard hustlers, or representing their little inmate gangs for intimidation. There are the loners who stick their own company, no matter vulnerable it makes them look. Loners usually handle themselves anyway, though it is still not advised... Lenton couldn't care less for social status, she is already a pariah to them all for her previous life, she would be fooling herself trying to become a part of any. She makes her way to the simple fitness structures. How very cliché of them, Lenton muses to herself everytime she looks upon them. She moves to her favourite: the pull up bar. Not only does it keep her Strength maintained, but also provides her a full view of the yard and very little flanking position so she will see anybody coming who wish to approach her. Grabbing the bar, she begins her work out while eying those who are staring with eyes of malice her way.
Just another day...
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Post by Envy on Jun 11, 2017 15:15:11 GMT
Looking over towards, Tomo “Oh great they decided to let you out of iso. That’ll go over great.” Says Tek rolling his eyes “But if you want to know what was going on the usual shit as usual, Elizabeth had a little bit of freak out when Deo, Mousey-boy, and I sat down at their table, Lenton is still the quiet-lady, and well as for me I got into a small fight that ended quickly.” He said without batting an eyelash.
The guard looking over towards Tek “Why don’t you tell her you shanked someone and dislocated his arm. Now stop talking till you see the Doc.” Tek looks at him then says “I want to see you say that with this collar off.” He’s slightly pissed at this point, this asshole had always pissed him off with was not an easy feat. With a shit-eating grin “Oh sure, I’ll just take off your cuffs.” Walking over towards Tek he picks him up by his collar.
“Now bitch what was that you finally decide to grow some balls?” He ask with was then met with Tek spitting into his face and the guard dropping him and then kicking Tek in the gut. The others grabbing him and forcing him to leave and then setting Tek back onto his seat. Looking over towards Tomo “So how was iso?” He asked while having his hand over his stomach.
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Post by Hunter on Jun 12, 2017 11:40:27 GMT
Tomo watchs the guard knocking the shit out of Tek without reacting, not her problem, poor guy might had it coming after all she was locked away for a week if she remember correctly, she spent most of the time snoozing in her cell. Glaring at the other inmate she straighten herself in her seat, his reaction was uncalled for; it's not her fault if she got a frequent trips in isolation, well mostly not her fault.
"If you want to know isolation was the same shitty cell where i almost died from boredom, nothing to see or to do, but hey guess you'll see what I mean soon." It was Tomo's little retort from Tek's attitude, she might not really dislike him but it doesn't mean she is all buddy-buddy with him but then again she just wants to talk to someone for once. "As for crazy psycho fangirl i'm not even surprised; that one freaking maniac, how does Super Captain even endure her company ? I mean she's completly fuck in the head ! Can't even pass by her angel's comfort zone, that's fucking messed up. One day she will get killed by another wacko.
One of the guards, apparently exasperated by both of them go over Quinzel's door and knocks, waiting for a response from the doc he chcks one more time on the prisoners and enters the room, half a minute later he comes out accompanied by Linean Quinzel. "Hello both of you, I see that you are finally here Miss Aoki." She acknowlege Rakh too. "Excuse me I got to deal with another situation, I will be able to take care of you after that." Tek's guard gestures to his partner to bring him in the office as the doc wait for him.
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Post by Snoe on Jun 14, 2017 5:53:11 GMT
Deo smirked at Mouse at that naive answer and gave him a suggestive smack and squeeze on that rump “Oh I dunno, I think it’s really stuck in there.” Deo was always up for a little teasing when it came to his cell mate. Though it rarely paid off if memory served, not like Deo was hard up for action in this place, though a few idiots think that it was free. Worse were those thinking Deo helpless, that was dangerous in a multitude of ways though the dimunitive red-head played it that way. This place was a chess board and Deo had alot of pieces... Though the biggest player here wasn’t a prisoner, infact “Prisoner 7620, Deoo Smythe.” A guard calling his number... the wrong number but that meant the BOSS was here and needed to chat.
“Mouse, the book is in my pillowcase play time will have to wait.” Deo turned to the guard and held out his wrists comicly and swung them toward the guard cooperatively. Manacles slapped into place before being tugged away across the prison to the medical centre and into processing.
There was a black box room just outside the chief examiner’s office. Think his name was “Mr. Smythe how are we today.”
“Damn skippy Francis, how’s you?” The old spindley creature smirked sickly at Deo, guy was creepy but no more than the average inmate. Those crooked fingers of his were probably from him getting too friendly with a freak without their permission.
“I’m fine, now lets get you checked out shall we.” Code for ‘you’ve got twenty minutes’ and Deo was taken to this hidden room, no cameras of microphones a nice little addition built in without Mint’s permission or Barbas for that matter.
Deo walked in and took a seat the two sides of this room with built in couches... the boss liked being comfortable. Sitting there as usual was the six foot beast Miles Carnegan hit hat set on his knee and those eyes squarely on Deo “Well its been quite some time hasn’t it...”
“Yep, you killed Delecoix.” Deo narrowed his eyes at Carnegan, Vincent Delecoix was Deo’s first ‘owner’. “No hard feelings though.”
“I know, you don’t do revenge, but you do go out of your way for specific people.” That confidant look on Carnegan’s face meant only one thing and Deo’s eyes grew sharp and deadly serious. “Yeah ‘him’, anyway Chris is working for me and I’d like you to do so too... part of the deal was getting you out, and your skills will be needed, Francis is going to unlock those binds, and you’re going to wait for Silic to find you.”
“Silic! It’s here?! That...is... SO awesome!” Deo had worked against Carnegan for years, his old owner was a rival, Silic and Deo had come into contention on a few occasions. It was interesting for both of them. “So where’s Chris? He better not be down here!” Deo eyed the giant with scrutiny.
“He’s working for me of his own free will, for your sake I might add. That’s all you need to know lad.” Carnegan wasn’t stupid, Deo was easy to manipulate but difficult to control. The little bastard was tricky and he’d do anything for his ‘boyfriend’ had to keep cooperation as the best option on the table or Deo was liable to do something harmful to get ‘his’ way. “Now get going I’ve a few others being sent to me.” The therapist had been very insightful, it was a matter of having a select few in place and ready to fight and leave the rest to Silic to set free and get to the extraction point.
Deo bowed dramatically and reunited with creepy Francis. “Well doc time to unwrap me.” Deo smiled and stripped off revealing the containment bands under his clothes. They kept him from seperating clones... and they were beyond uncomfortable! “I’d say don’t get any funny ideas... but that’s kinda you thing isn’t doc.” Deo giggled and Francis sighed his counter.
Meanwhile...
Silic had made it to the prison common with time to spare. The ventilation system was pretty ordinary, though with the place being underwater and the prisoners abilities being locked away. First he had to see a therapist and a guard about a list and a map. Fun times all round indeed aint it Silic ol’pal.
Snaking through the air ducts ... literally. Silic stealing the form of a very long and skinny red snake searching out the shadow guard that was supposed to lead him to the therapist’s office. Oh yeah... the gaurd barracks... in the showers! That’s where he was supposed to meet the man. Lets hide in his locker! “Sure why not! It’ll be like jumping out of a naughty cake!”
(OOC: If you want to be freed by Silic don't have a meeting with Carnegan, if you go to a meeting you can control Miles as much as you want.)
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Post by Envy on Jul 5, 2017 17:36:54 GMT
“Oh funny as always Tomo.” With that said the two guards bring Tek into Quinzel’s office to wait for her to return. Sitting down in one of the chairs in front of the desk, Tek begins to take a nap he had his ass beaten. Since, he isn’t connected to anything his energy is running at low most of the time he’s awake. Nodding off he begins to think of how he was ever going to get out of this nature reserve for the criminally insane.
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Walking back into the room Doc. Quinzel takes a seat in front of Tek, she waves for the guards to leave; the pair walks out of room and into the hallway untill they're needed. Looking at Tek she begins to talk "So Mr.Arsa I heard you cause quite the commotion this morning, would you care to tell you're side of the story?" She says inquisitively. Seeing her in the eyes "Well it's simple the man I stabbed tried to establish some sort of dominance over me. I know I have a lithe figure, but I wasn't going to set someone I don't respect boss me around like that. So, I did what I thought was the best course of action. I ended the fight before I was hurt in any way; But, he happen to have a shiv and after that, I kinda blanked out for a mare moment. That what happen you happy Doc?" He said trying to sound unmoved.
"No it doesn't Mr.Arsa, but for now that doesn't matter; For now you are free to go."She says as she buzzes for the guards to get Tek. Getting up from the chair and walking towards the door, Tek looks back "Have a good evening Doc." While walking out of Quinzel's office he looks over towards Tomo "Hey, looks like iso and I don't have a date." With that the gaurds escorting Tek back to his cell, Quinzel begins to write down notes on Rakh to give to Carnegan.
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Post by DodoDestroyer on Jul 6, 2017 22:59:21 GMT
One of the security guard approaches Lenton as she does her intense workout, sweat has begun to appear on her forehead and the back of her neck and her arms are beginning to burn from the consistent reps, but she pushes herself to keep going. "Lenton. You have a visitor." The guard says warily to her, never knowing what kind of mood she is in. "I don't have visitors, especially ones that don't fit into visiting hours." She bluntly replies, barely slowing down her reps. After the shit she had to deal with back at the cafeteria table, she is not in the mood for jokes. "Well, you got one. An important one." Lenton suddenly stops her reps and looks at the guard with her usual dark look, arching an eyebrow of confusion. She doesn't have any friends or family willing to acknowledge her from the outside. So who the hell would even bother coming down here to see her? It makes no sense... Still, she has nothing else going on for down here so she has nothing to lose and maybe something to gain. She lets go off the bar and her feet touch the ground again. Her arms feel heavy and completely exhausted, pushed past their limit. Her breaths are deep but at a controlled pace. She wipes the sweat off of her forehead with her arm and follows the guard to meet this mystery visitor.
Through a few hallways, doors and a thorough check to see if her collar is functioning correctly, Lenton enters a private room that is more like an interrogation room than anything else, minus the one way window and the chairs are replaced with a comfortable sofa. There's one person in it that she never imagined would be seeing her in a million years.
Miles Carnegan. Freak Crimelord. Mr. Killjoy.
Lenton's face remains impassive, but internally she is gobsmacked. Before her incarnation, her purpose was to stop and detain men like him. He is the villainous king of crime, she was the Captain of a league of heroes. They would be arch enemies looking for ways to hinder one another. But now? She is no longer a that prestigious Captain of heroes, not even a civilian anymore. She's a prisoner that lost this rivalry. So these two are no longer arch enemies but aqquentenices meeting in one room together, reasons unknown... Lenton slowly and warily takes her seat facing him. "Carnegan." She addresses him in a emotionless voice. "Lenton." He says in return, with the same tone as hers. She is sure that he wouldn't be expecting this moment to ever happen either, but she also suspects he came up with plan once he saw it happening. "I am a man who likes to see everything that is about to come my way, but this..." He chuckles for a moment. "This was not one of them. Meeting together in the opposite roles." He confirms her guess, now she knows Carnegan well and wouldn't waste his time to come down here to talk about their past experiences. "Neither did I." Lenton admits to him and for those five seconds, there is a strange feel of normalcy. There is no grudges left between them, that moment of their time came to an end. But Lenton knows this is no time to have a casual chit chat with a man who is all business. "But you're here for a reason."
Carnegan sits up in his sofa and nods his head. "You always were a smart woman. I am here for business. Business that may interest you." Lenton tilts her head to the side a little at this. She can already see where this is going... "I have nothing left to lose, stuck in a prison for most of my life with people who want me dead. You're here to offer me freedom of this place and in return, I work for you." She explains a basic layout of this whole meeting. Carnegan's lips curl into a smirk. "Like I said, always a smart woman. I will cut to it then. Your psionics make you a very powerful combatant, most would fall to your abilities and natural skill. Besides that, you have a great mind for strategy and leadership. Knowledge on most of the Swig heroes currently, including their Strengths and weaknesses. I want somebody like that in my business as you can understand and in return yes, I grant you freedom and new purpose." Lenton is about to shake her head and decline the offer, this is where she belongs now. Not out there. But, Carnegan continues. "But I can also give you what you have been wanting more than anything. Revenge." And just like that, the former hero lights up and suddenly interested in what he has offered. This makes Carnegan's smirk larger. "Yes, Lollipop. The one who caused all of this to you. It will take some time, but prove to me with your service to me is worth the effort and I can bring you to her and more importantly, to what you have been seeking ever since she ruined you. All you need to do is agree to my offer and we can get to work." Lenton does not even need to think on it, this is exactly what she wants. She wants that pleasure of tearing that bubbly little princess' world to pieces. "Yes. I'll do it." She says with firm determination. Carnegan nods to her agreement and visibly pleased with another successful recruitment. He always did like getting what he wants. "My colleague is going to deactivate your collar when you leave the room but do not use your powers yet until everything is in place and we intiate the break out. While they're busting people out, you'll be dealing with resistance. Not a problem for you." Carnegan smiles a toothy, dark grin. "Welcome aboard, Rebecca. We will make good business together, I'm sure of it."
Lenton does not say another word as she stands up and leaves the room, but her mood has swung again into a more erratic, manical one that is clear in her eyes. She could only dream of destroying Lollipop, but now it is about to become possible and has to hold back a sadistic giggle of excitement, she never even knew how bloodthirsty she was about this revenge. A skinny looking man approaches Lenton with a tool to work on the collar, she notices that the guard that escorted her here and any other people within the vicinity are coincidentally absent. A minute later and the sound of something powering down is heard. Suddenly, her mind is flowing into the previously blocked off access to her powers. Lenton feels completely linked in, fully focused and more importantly, she feels powerful again. She grins slightly as her eyes flash briefly dark blue when she links up and in turn, scares the everlasting shit out of the skinny man. She chuckles at his reaction and continues on her way back into the prison yard.
She has to be patient and not attract attention, her grin disappears and her impassive mask returns as she enters the yard to sit down on a lonely table. When the time is right, the Angel of Death shall rise.
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Post by Hunter on Jul 9, 2017 23:13:08 GMT
That lucky fucker, why does that guy managed to evade isolation ? Tomo took a 3 days trip from kicking a guy in the head, then into a wall, it wasn't entirely her fault. She shrugs the thought aside and follow her escort's order, the sooner she is done here the sooner she can go back to her occupation, some inmates asked her "weapons" before her iso and she still have to create the shanks; Some people do contraband in the Drenched Heights, Tomo provided makeshift weapons, funny how even in prison she could bring death.
"Ah thank you, you can let us alone." Quinzel dismisses the two guards while she rearange some files. "i would like to say that I'm happy to see you miss Aoki, but given the reason of our meeting I'm not sure about that. She gestures the seat across the desk in wich Tomo seats.
"This is the 17th time you were brought in isolation since you were incarcerated in this prison. all of that under a year and three months. "That's... Actually a lot" Tomo doesn't show it but even herself is surprised by these facts. "Listen here Tomo, you are among the biggest troubles for us, i know from our past session that you have some troubles with other inmates but you can't act like if you were still-." "Still in the streets ?" Shade rises from her chair, finally speaking since her arrival in the room. "Excuse me doc but it's the same shit over and over since our very first meeting, what i did in these streets were more meaningful that everybody else ever did." Silence linger as the doc folds away her files. "Actually that's the reason you are here, someone is interested in you, I had to check if you were fit to see him, and please, anger management, we did good progress on that matter so try to not undo it all." with that the guards are asked to escort the prisonner once more.
Some corridors later and the guys stop in front of a door, indicating the woman to get in. "So far so good, at least you are not in that small cell anymore." The relief is short as the man in the sofa make himself known. "You go to be shitting me..." In front of her sits Mr. Killjoy, crime kingpin, THE fucking powered mafia boss. Tomo tenses up as the man gets up from the sofa. "I take it that you know who I am, hello Shade. You probably wonder why I'm here ? Maybe i'm here to deal with you you think ?" It's true that she messed with some of his stuff in the past but only a little, that guy is not the kind of fish Shade was able to pick on. "You can relax, in fact I'm here to make you a proposition. I know what you are capable of, how you operate, good handling of firearms and other weaponry, unhortodox technics but you get the job done. I'm kind of impressed to be fair, a shame that you were not on my side before ending here, in fact that's why I'm here: I need you and your skills." His words baffle the woman, did he just ? There is no way that she can agree to that, she take a few step around the room. "Hold on a second.. You ? Freaking Killjoy, ask me to become your mafia whore and work for you, right ? What give you the idea that i could even accept such a thing ?" Killjoy chuckles at that statement. "Well Shade... I'm sure that we can fin an arrangement on that, let's say I hire you to do some mercenary work ? the pay is fair, you do what you are the best at and i provide you with a good paycheck and freedom when I don't need your service, I'm sure you are missed somewhere, familly, friends, lover." "I fucking swear I-" "Oh don't worry, I'm not the kind of man to threaten my future employee, just think about it. I'm giving you an opportunity to lose that collar around your neck; You just have to accept my offer." Tomo doesn't say a word as she ponder the man's offer, on one end working for that guy is against everything she fought for. But on the other end... getting rid of that collar and getting out of here then escape from him... No there is a catch, but then again she could escape as soon as she is out of here.
"I know it's a difficult choice for your Tomo, but such a talent like yours can't rot in that hellhole, accept my proposition and you will be a free woman again." Carnigan extends his hand, staring at Shade, she stares back at him then to his hand. "Well fuck it..." She succumb to the devil and shake his hand. "Fine... Guess i dont have any other choice... So what's next ?" Miles nods at that and pats her shoulder as if they made the deal of their life. "For now you exit that room, someone will get rid of the collar, but... Don't do anything stupid, act like usual until further notice, understood ? You can go now." With that the boss push Tomo toward the door where a man approaches her with a device and gets to work right away, after a short wait the collar shut down and with it the numbness fades away, tomo can already feel her power, like if a presence that was long gone; She wants to see it for herself but now is not the time, she have to wait and bid her time. She quickly thanks the skinny guy and set off toward the common parts.
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Post by Deaths on Jul 10, 2017 7:49:28 GMT
Chris was prepared to interfere with the outburst at the lunch table, unfortunately a brawl seemed to break out. With a sigh Chris begins to stand trying to get a grasp on the situation, he still had to play the part of a guard for a little bit longer his meeting with Silic was soon. Truth be told he was looking forward to the meeting, the faster it went the sooner Deo and him were free. Carnegan won't let them go so easily Chris knew that, but even he wasn't going to stop him. He was ready to destroy anyone that would get in their way. A small smile breaks from his solid black face, "If Deo could see me now, all bad ass doing the things I told him he wasn't allowed to do anymore." The smile goes away as he focuses on the fight. His arm extends outwards wrapping itself around one of the instigators, the other guards secure the rest of them. After a few moments officer Richards takes the convict out of Inks' hand. "I'm on break, I'll see you guys in an hour." Chris states coldly trying to keep up his gimmick as an ass kicking no nonsense Swig.
A nervous nod comes from the officer his eyes following Ink as he forms into his trademarked blob he ascends the wall pulling himself into the ventilation system. He has gotten accustomed to his new body over the short time he had. His 'training' was intense for the short amount of time. Carnegan put him through hell trying to reach his potential, even with that extreme boot camp Chris wasn't sure if he actually had complete control of his abilities, but time was a luxury they didn't have. He eventually finds his way into the showers, dripping slowly from the vent piece by piece he slowly forms, growing from a small blob into his humanoid form he looks around the showers, towards the lockers calling out in a bored tone. "Ready when you are rust monster." he taunts at Silic not actually sure if they were there or not.
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Post by Alexodia on Jul 11, 2017 23:46:42 GMT
His feet gliding across the concrete floor with heavy purpose, the guards flanking Miles Carnegan, the infamous crime lord, were rather surprised at how little sound his steps seemed to make; somebody of his size and stature should have made much more noise than Carnegan did. It wasn't an exaggeration to say that some of them had envisioned him closer to Godzilla-esque stomps rather than the almost silent impact his shoes made against the concrete; the crime lord was renowned for being full of surprises, as well as speaking more through his body language than his actual words, terrifying as they often were. He was an extremely large man, yet his steps made no sound, just as the man himself seemed to be larger than life yet leave no trace of any of his dealings nor any of the atrocities he had committed. Indeed, as he walked silently down the corridor, staring straight ahead at his destination without pause or hesitation, every single person that had the fortune, or rather the misfortune, to come across him instantly got the feeling that they were in the presence of a natural predator; an instinct from humanity's days in caves wielding sticks alive and well in the face of Carnegan's almost monstrous presence. As their steps began to slow and the envoy came to a halt in front of the first door they'd seen in a while, however, the guards started to wonder just how well such a predator would be able to handle a different kind of monster altogether; the exact monster that Carnegan was looking for. And as the guards took their posts on each side of the door, and Carnegan twisted the lock and headed through the slightly screeching door without an ounce of fear gracing his features, each one of them had seldom been more grateful for somebody like Miles Carnegan to go through that door.
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Hearing the soft bustling behind the steel of the door, Elizabeth remained where she was as a deep grin began to grace her features. Her feet beginning to kick absentmindedly in the air as she lay on her back on the hard bed against the wall furthest away from the door, her head dangling down the side of the bed and her hair spread out across the floor, her eyes stayed fixed on the upside-down steel door on the opposite end of the room, the commotion intriguing her more and more as she instinctively pulled against her straitjacket in excitement. Breakfast had only just gone, and a gal with her ever-changing schedule could never be too sure as to what was going to come next. Which was just the way she liked it, after all, but it still didn't afford her otherworldly knowledge like what was behind the door. Perhaps it was her time to speak to the lovely therapist again; she always enjoyed speaking to her. Didn't stop her from dreaming about hearing her screams of terror at night, but she could overlook some aspects of her day.
But the reality of what lay behind the door was truly more exciting than she would have previously expected; as the door screeched slightly as it opened to reveal a giant, not to mention smashingly dressed, monstrosity of a man make his way into her cell, her eyes lit up like a christmas tree, her feet even ceasing their idle kicking as she took in the Miles Carnegan himself making his way into her room. She was somewhat lost for words, even as Carnegan casually walked over to the wall next to the door with the presence of a man much taller than even himself before leaning his back against the wall and crossing arms across his chest, his stone cold eyes boring into her wide gaze with an idle smirk.
"Ms. Tvarkovsky." the man himself rumbled in an impossibly deep voice, the sheer authority in his voice reverberating across the walls.
"Now this...is a surprise." Elizabeth breathed with a manic grin, her ecstatic eyes even wider in delight as his words seemed to shake her out of her awe-induced stupor, her feet resuming their kicking at a much more rapid pace than the leisurely one she'd taken before. "Look at you." she proclaimed in awe, stretching her sentence out as she looked him up and down, utterly taken by his presence. She felt like a giddy schoolgirl in his presence. "And me without my makeup." she added cheekily, her manic eyes flitting downwards to meet his slightly amused gaze.
"Oh, I assure you, you look dashing anyway, Ms. Tvarkovsky."
"Flatterer." she responded coyly, sending him a coquettish wink alongside her involuntary deranged giggle.
"I must admit, I'm rather impressed." Carnegan spoke up as his eyes travelled around the interior of the cell, his tone as casual as if one had chosen to discuss the weather. "A solitary cell in Drenched Heights, a mandatory straitjacket every time you get visitors, as well as special attention from the guards just to make sure you don't maim anybody out of apparently nowhere." he noted with a tone agreeing with his declaration of being impressed, before his gaze locked onto hers again without a shadow of fear. "A very far cry from the charismatic, 9 to 5, billionaire's daughter I'd heard of only a few years ago during my time doing business with your father."
"Awww!" Elizabeth cooed with delighted eyes as her feet continued to kick childishly above her body, her head cocking to the side in an exaggerated display of bashfulness as she grinned in faux-shyness.
"He had nothing but good things to say about you, of course; I wouldn't have expected anything different." Carnegan continued, the side of his mouth coming up into a small smirk. "But if there's one thing I excel at, Ms. Tvarkovsky...it's people. And he was terrified of you."
"Weeeeeeeellllll..." she drew out, her expression turning pensive as her feet slowed their kicking slightly in thought. "I suppose I did go a bit...Pandora's Box...once I'd got here." she admitted, before her deranged grin returned. "But I couldn't help it, big guy; I barely kept it secret in regular society, and that was only because of all the cool shit I got for playing along. I knew letting loose would be much more fun...but boy, was I wrong about how much!" she yelled loudly, her delight taking over as she met Carnegan's gaze again with delight, guffawing the way only an unhinged individual could. "It wasn't meant to be locked up, you know? There were impulses left and right and-and I just had to get rid of some of them, if nothing else. You know, now that I think about it, if I would have spent much longer with that mask of mine on, I genuinely would have snapped."
"Impulses like secretly murdering prostitutes?" Carnegan asked sardonically, raising an eyebrow.
"Oh, they don't count." Elizabeth dismissed, making a motion inside her straitjacket with her hand resembling a dismissive wave. "I don't even remember a few of those."
"Of course." Carnegan acquiesced with a slightly amused tone.
"You know, don't think you're going to serenade me with your sweet talk, Mr. Man; enchanting as it may be." she responded almost immediately, her expression turning equal parts playful and challenging as she grinned once more.
"Oh?"
"You're a sparkling conversationalist, that much can't be denied; not to mention spectacular to look at; I think that's a distraction technique, myself. Still doesn't take away from the fact that you have not yet explained why you're here. Inside this delightful cesspool of a prison and, by extension, my beautiful self. Or are you on a volunteer program, hmm? Truly here for the conversation?"
"Tempting, considering the array of specimens in this place," Carnegan quipped with his idle smirk, his gaze turning focused. "But unfortunately not. I'm here to request your assistance. And, in return, I am prepared to offer you some things of interest. Things including freedom from this...cesspool, as you so aptly put it." the crime lord proposed, taking in her initial reaction as her eyes widened slightly and her feet ceased their kicking above her head.
"Well, isn't that an offer and a half." Elizabeth cooed slightly in a hushed voice, her eyes still practically glowing and betraying her with the hunger she knew resided inside her eyes. This wasn't just any old offer, and it wasn't made by just anyone. This was Miles Carnegan himself offering her amnesty and freedom in exchange for...what? She had no idea what he could want with her, and that was a feeling that she was not used to at all. But it wasn't like the freedom itself would be enough for the both of them; if he truly knew her, and she suspected that he would not even approach her until he'd viewed her from all angles, then he would know that she was one who needed sating; she needed motivation, at the least.
She would fulfil obligations if she was required to, but someone like Carnegan would know that loyalty largely meant nothing to her anymore; it did in the past, but the recipient had responded to such trust by stripping her of her powers that he'd made her conceal in the first place and abandoning her inside this fucking scourge-infested hellhole, locking the door, throwing away the key, and with it, the memories of somebody from whom he'd enjoyed everything she could give him. Her Pandora's Box-esque abandonment of her life and quite possibly the mask she slipped on to maintain the facade of sanity meant that she lived, while confined, with little regrets other than a deep longing to get out and live life how she wanted to live life before, but didn't.
But he knew that. She knew that Carnegan knew that. And as her now tumultuous eyes returned to his piercing gaze, she could tell that he knew that as well. Reading people was one of his strengths, it seemed. She'd left her humanity behind, but she'd held onto one tiny sliver of it, and that was the part that he'd spotted in an instant and latched onto without even saying a single word. He was good. He was very good.
"You really don't like your father, do you?" Carnegan asked, breaking the silence innocuously as he expertly held what Elizabeth suspected was a childish grin beneath the exterior of that smirk of his.
"Do you think you can trust me?" were the first words out of her mouth, a steady grin returning unlike her previously manic one. This one she reserved for important occasions; her smirk was calculated, challenging; the type of grin that made a voice scream in the back of your head to run and never look back. She knew Carnegan wouldn't be affected by it, of course. But she had to show interest some way. And, given her track record, it was a perfectly valid question, after all.
"Oh, I don't trust anybody, Ms. Tvarkovsky. But if you're referring to whether I believe you to be trustworthy in our current endeavour...." Carnegan trailed off, blowing out air softly through his mouth as his gaze danced around the cell's interior before quickly returning to the woman on the bed. "No. Not for the time being, at least."
"Then how do you expect to conduct this, pray tell?" Elizabeth responded in a hushed voice once again, her interest shining through as she cocked her head to the side. "If you're going to request my assistance, then surely you came for something...other than my good looks and my charm." she trailed off herself, her tone making it very clear to what she was referring.
"Sharp as ever, Ms. Tvarkovsky." Carnegan commended. "There will be a time when you will be freed of that collar during our endeavour, but that time will be more out of...necessity as well as being a gesture of goodwill; you are very...mercurial, are you not? What I need is not necessarily loyalty from you, but commitment. I'm prepared to get you out of this place and back to the surface where you rightfully belong, but I'm also prepared to request your abilities on a...long-term basis, as a respected friend of my enterprise if not a member yourself, should you choose to reject such an offer. Think about it, Ms. Tvarkovsky. You had to hide everything you ever did, because you had to present a respectable image to the world; one that oft didn't include your particular...proclivities. Abduction and murder of nameless citizens across the world is impressive...on some level. But so...base, don't you think? Do you not think my enterprise has need of somebody like you? Not just your talents, but your impulses? Your drives? That appreciates who and what you are?"
"I was never much of a fan of the missionaries at the door trying to convince me about the Lord and Saviour Jesus Christ, so forgive me if I'm not as receptive to being sold lines, big boy." Elizabeth cut across, her tone sardonic and her eyebrow raised in slight amusement.
"Believe me, if I was selling you something, you'd know about it, my dear." Carnegan responded almost immediately, his idle smirk returning. "I'm simply informing you of the stipulations. In return for assisting me in some areas, I'm willing to assist you in your release of this place, as well as allow you to let your cravings run free without fear of being caught or incarcerated, as well as a few other choice surprises that I believe you would enjoy. To a degree, of course; I'm a very good businessman, but I doubt even I can make a profit if the world is burning. A mutually beneficial agreement, with some...gifts to you to showcase my seriousness about this deal of ours."
"You deal with him behind the scenes; you can't expect me to truly believe that you're really so blase about this, hmm?" Elizabeth inquired, her head cocking to the side.
"I deal with your father's corporation; I don't deal with your father. You have to remember, he is a billionaire; at this point in the cycle of a corporation, a single man becomes...expendable in the grand scheme of things, does he not? It's more about the machine than the cog that started it all."
"You don't touch him; none of your people anywhere. He's mine to deal with, not yours." she responded after several seconds of silence, her deranged expressions all but gone and the hungry gaze of a pure predator in its place, the venom in her tone all but unmistakable.
"Of course; I wouldn't dream of it." Carnegan acquiesced, accompanying his words with a genteel slight bow of his head. "Consider it the first deal of many. If your participance is secured?"
Elizabeth grinned, her predatory glee shining through despite herself as her eyes narrowed in determination and a sadistic smirk shone through. "Sounds like fun."
"I'm very pleased to hear it, my dear. Now, I do believe that you have yard-time to attend, Ms. Tvarkovsky." Carnegan announced, his smirk still across his face as he pushed himself from the wall with his foot and made his way towards the door. "You wouldn't want to miss that."
"I still don't know anything about this plan of ours, buster." she spoke up, raising her voice in equal parts indignance and amusement.
"Oh, don't worry, Ms. Tvarkovsky." Carnegan responded, stopping as he stood in front of the door, turning his body slightly to send her an amused smirk. "When the time's right, you'll know what to do. I rarely leave things to chance." he finished, punctuating his declaration by hitting the side of his fist against the steel door for a resounding clang, being greeted by a renewed bustling outside as the door began to be opened from the outside. Sending her one last genteel nod of the head as a gesture of goodwill as the door screeched open, Miles Carnegan turned back to the door and headed out of her cell without a look back, leaving Elizabeth alone in her cell for a split second before the guards rushed in to take her to the yard.
Quickly righting her and expertly keeping themselves out of biting range as they stood her up and held her strong despite her wobbling slightly as the blood rushed to her head, Elizabeth largely ignored the guards, allowing them to cart her off, for once, without incident nor even a word spoken. The wariness on their faces evident as they hauled her out of her cell and down the corridor towards the yard, she found herself utterly content to let them stew in their wariness; for once, she had no intentions of misbehaving. She still didn't trust anything that happened around her, and she still didn't trust Carnegan, as delightful as his words were. But she was inclined to go along with it, for the time being; he was right, she could be rather mercurial when it came to it.
But as anarchic as she was, she had to admit that the life that he painted sounded rather thrilling. It may eventually get boring, at which point she would move on, but she liked the sound of it nonetheless. And her abilities back? That alone was almost enough to make her hyperventilate; not to mention the thought of vengeance against the one that still made her wet her sheets at night at the thought of his agonised screams. She wasn't dumb enough to blindly follow anybody that promised her what belonged to her; even somebody like Carnegan. But it was enough for now.
She'd play Carnegan's game. She'd see what goodies he had in his metaphorical goodie box that he talked about. And when it came down to it, and she had what belonged to her, she would make sure that she earned herself a one way ticket to Hell.
Oh, this was going to be fun.
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Post by Snoe on Aug 2, 2017 1:41:15 GMT
Carnegan was so far quite happy with his meetings, going over all the comings and goings of the prison and the schedules of the guards. The paperwork was all there and Miles had his plan laid out... Silic’s tendancy to improvise was necessary but having a lose direction to follow would turn the ‘impossible’ to difficult. Greasing a few palms to drop the file in the right place for the ‘red menace’ to pick up on the way out was a simple matter. In the mean time it was prudent to actually do what he allegedly came here to... take a tour with a warden and discuss another investment in the prison’s facility.
Meanwhile....
Silic slinks out of his hiding place with a hushed “Taaa daaa!” Hugging the guard suddenly and giving him a naughty pat down. “Everything is in order it seems, officer.” Silic chuckles eyeing the swig guard “Ooo you’re truly tall and dark... though not sure if that’s handsome or... artistic.” Teasing the cutey and then holding out a hand for the file on the prisoner’s that Mr. Killjoy wanted to bring along to this particular party... odd With a name like Killjoy one would think working for him would be boring BUT Silic always had so much fun... but Mr. Kravic on the other hand was SO much more entertaining.
True but both had their ups and downs. The Carnegan family get-togethers were definitely worth seeing “SO how goes it? Busy day? Lotta shanking? Few turns with the local boy-toy I know yyou guard must get awfully lonely down here... you do swing that way dontcha?” Silic guessed.
And then in the Yard!
Deo was finally free of those containment bands he re-dressed in his prison garb and try not to stretch his powers so soon, not in view of the camera’s at least. It had been time to go out, and the good doctor had urged him to go to the Yard as all the prisoner’s were supposed to. There was a back way to avoid suspicion, escorted by the guard. “Thanks Stanely now I have to mingle,” Deo pouted cutely and fixes Guard Stanely’s uniform in a manipulative method of endearment. Deo was good at getting most ‘normal’ people to like him.
Set loose in the Yard looking up at the gigantic dome of twisting vines and trees hanging moss and glowing flowers budding from that very moss. All of these plants adapted to survive sybiotically and to feed on sea water and bio-luminesence. Little Mint was quite the botanist, it was almost scary.
The yard had to be ‘kept’ some of the good behavior inmates got extra time to clear back the vines and mow the law and so on but most of the stuff maintained itself. Kinda crazy, though right now it was the concrete area dedicated to fitness and distraction... hell there were even a few stone chess tables set out. Now where were the fun people? Deo had some business to see to; the llocations of a few packages for various prisoners and payments were in the works but as of MR. Miles’ visit they were secondary until Silic showed their pretty head.
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