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Post by Snoe on Nov 15, 2016 10:40:27 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 projectekertest33 on Nov 15, 2016 11:24:56 GMT
Uh never really done forum roleplaying, is it against etiquette to be in multiple roleplays at once? Thanks.
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Post by silent15 on Nov 15, 2016 11:37:49 GMT
Certainly would be interested, but like projectekertest33 said, is it bad form to do more than one RP at once?
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Post by Snoe on Nov 15, 2016 20:15:34 GMT
(OOC:It's fine if it's too full just open another thread. BUT when talking in a thread an not playing a character role type OOC and wrap it in brackets like so OOC stands for Out Of Character it helps avoid confusion and allows you to discuss things outside of the story without leaving the thread. But lengthy discussions ought to be done in a brainstorming thread or pms.)
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Post by Raz on Nov 15, 2016 23:05:44 GMT
Inside of one of the many hundreds of cells that contain those that society has deemed too dangerous for public exposure, resides Pavle Dorchevsky. Most would call him a killer, thief, monster. A few others though, call him brother,uncle. He sits on his bed,which is being generous,really its just for a torture machine, it's steel springs have been wreaking havoc on his back since he got here. Here he'd been thinking his motel bed was awful, this is much worse. Though the bed isn't what has his attention just, what's captured his interest happens to be the photo of his little sister, his Anya cradling his nephew Dmitri. He was only a few days old when this picture was taken and his sister still looked exhausted, though she managed a small smile for the picture. He missed that smile. A rap on his cell by one of the guards signalled that it was time to get up. Guard:"Up inmate 735." Moments later, Pavle was marching in step with his guard escort towards the cafeteria. He was deemed a threat to the guards so they were allowed to walk with their weapons levelled at him. He could feel a shotgun in the small of his back. With his enhanced healing he could probably survive the blast which they know but that still would hurt a whole hell of alot. Besides killing the guards wouldn't get him back to Anya. Despite his profession he doesn't enjoy killing, it's a means to an end, to give his family the life he never had.
He shook his head and sighed. Fat lot of good that did considering his new position. If that taxi cab driver hadn't bragged about his new acquaintance Pavle wouldn't in this place. "I'll have to visit him when I get out of here." He thought. Then after a few moments of quiet marching he thought,"And whoever made this place out of plants. Can hardly breathe in here because of the humidity." At last he arrived at the large open cafeteria where many others happened to be eating breakfast.
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Post by jackygirl on Nov 16, 2016 0:21:43 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 gaurd 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 Raz on Nov 16, 2016 0:43:08 GMT
Upon spotting the girl with the muzzle being taken off, Pavle kept his eyes on her as he took his meal to a table near the corner. The look in her eyes were similar to his own whenever he caught his reflection in his water. Feeling a pang of sympathy he gestured for her to join his table. The gangs had claimed the centre of the cafeteria and often strike at any who come uninvited. Often times you have to earn your seat in this place otherwise you'll be forced to sit on the floor which is simply asking for abuse to be cast upon you. The big Ukrainian man looks back to his food after waving her over. If she accepts good, if not no problem that either. What would be a problem would be if one of those around him thinks to swipe his food from him. He'd hate to have to make another inmate eat their own teeth because they thought they'd get an extra serving for free.
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Post by jackygirl on Nov 16, 2016 1:42:30 GMT
Hebi sizes up the large scarred man with practiced nonchalance he certainly seemed strong but she had killed bigger, they always underestimated the pretty little girl until she showed them her teeth, besides she could use an ally in this place, you never know when you might want someone to take a bullet for you however willing or unwilling. She slinks towards him taking care to avoid the gangs and resisting the urge to lengthen her fingernails into claws as she knows the guards are still watching her. She sits opposite the man making sure to keep her hands where he can see them to show she means no harm and gives a wary nod of greeting "Hebi, Hebi Hanako though most people just call me Needles."
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Post by Raz on Nov 16, 2016 2:02:06 GMT
"Pavle Dorchevsky." He eyes the woman for a moment, definitely one of the more prone to violence kind of inmates. He's heard of this woman before, or at least of her reputation. The guards keep well away from her whenever possible. Smart, but then again if they were smart they would've simply killed all of these inmates before they had a chance to escape. He eats a few more spoonfuls of his gruel before looking back up at Hebi. "If you're thinking that I want something from you, I don't. Well aware of what you did to that guard, Valero." He looks down at his food for a moment again before pulling out the photo of his family and setting it down on the table. "You're missing someone too aren't you? I could tell by the look in your eye."
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Post by Snoe on Nov 16, 2016 2:24:16 GMT
Silic had gotten in easily enough, who checks bags of flour for contraband... or mineral based Freaks! An unwelcome surprise to the cook to say the least...what a mess! Least he was quiet about it, and there was a handy mop TOO! Must've hit the jackpot today or something eh Silic? "Oh simmer down we're on a job." OH yeah sorry Silic. Hey? Wait a minute "Don't ask." Okay (psst 4th wall break)
Silic had come in on the early morning delivery, couldn't everything from the garden. Ol' Minty wasn't liable to start growing meat in his mutant garden Prison... Luckily that was just the big dome, a tidy little under water prison with one skinny train tunnel to Alantus a tricky escape for most. Silic had been slinking around for days laying low and all that, stealing prison clothes "Yeah these are such a drag." Planting forged documents and files on its 'false' powers. As far as the human's knew it was a bodyshifter... as in basic shape change and mimic but... good lies weren't too far off from the truth anyway.
Pretending to be an inmate was tricky, the guards with good memory in particular. Silic was hiding under the Alias of Rubi Silan, an expensive little set up. Now it was a matter of finding his target and getting a few hitters together to bust out... or distract everyone else. Silic could get out just put a hole in the wall... everyone else might drown though... "Serious killjoy, my favourite people live down here." Shhh I'm telling an origin story. "Sorry."
Today was looking up, despite having to 'pretend' to eat. Silic subsisted on glass sand and other fine minerals to sustain itself, but now had come to finally meet some helpful inmates. An interesting pair having a nice little get together, Silic hopped into place, and avoided the eyes of those that might recognize the ultra pale effeminate terrorist of the year! Silic didn't say a word but decided to sit across from the big one a big sultry smile and tilted head and then waving 'hi'. This guy looked violent, and judging from the scars didn't look like he was an easy kill either, good team mate.
That's when Silic turned to see the other one and nearly startled out of its seat! "Holy crap you need a toothbrush!" Bursting into laughter "Sorry sweetness, you an yer mate seemed lonely wanted to visit... SO I'm Silic how are you?" Wonder if they knew the name "Oh and gaurds call me Rubi." Winking as if to keep it between them... It didn't take long for anyone to tell that Silic wasn't 'stable' and today was no different. Never was any good at blending in. "OH... urrrr I'mmmm not interupting anything am I?" Silic noticed the photo flicking out his fingers to an impossible length and taking the photo inconsiderately "OOo cute, those belong to you? I see the resemblance! Its in that angry I might stab you look in their eyes."
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Post by projectekertest33 on Nov 16, 2016 2:32:47 GMT
Mouse jumps out of bed at the sudden sound but relaxes as he realises that it is only his lunch being pushed through the slot in the door. It had been a month since Mouse had turned himself in (much to the surprise and relief of the authorities) he had tried to explain to them that it wasn't him but Rat who had destroyed that town and killed the people (down to the babes in their cradles, he still woke up screaming about that particular memory) but they hadn't listened and he'd feared the worst until he was sent here to this paradise; three square meals a day (not quite mum's cooking but beggars couldn't be choosers), two books a week and most importantly solitary confinement where no one could harm him and (more importantly) Rat couldn't harm anyone. Although he wasn't sure he needed to worry too much about Rat something about the food was keeping Rat quieter then usual unfortunately it did mean Mouse had trouble focusing on things but surely that was a small price to pay to remain in control...
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Post by jackygirl on Nov 16, 2016 2:55:14 GMT
Hebi took two long breaths to calm herself down and resist biting this yatsu's head off after all she really didn't want to get shot today. "I suggest you return Pavle's photo or you will discover that you have volunteered to be my toothbrush, I have heard of you and your abilities Silic and I have an old colleague who told me that he used to clean his teeth with sand when he was working in the Sahara... I've always wanted to try it." Hebi was really having to fight to keep her killing urge in check. She could understand how Pavle would be feeling, if Silic had been insulting Alex she would have already gutted him consequences be damned.
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Post by Raz on Nov 16, 2016 3:01:32 GMT
The crazy ones are always the most dangerous. This is a lesson Pavle learned long before he entered the prison. The best way to deal with them is to play along until they leave. Despite this lesson, the second the...creature took his photo he very nearly tore its hand off. Instead, showing as much restraint as he could, he looked back at the person and offered a light chuckle. "Very funny Silic. Yes those two are mine. What brings you to our table today? Can't say I've seen you here recently." He cut his eyes to the girl with a look saying,"Don't strike him. We don't know what he can do."
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Post by Snoe on Nov 16, 2016 4:14:02 GMT
"You're cute." Silic winked at the threat "And since you asked so nicely." Silic handed back the picture, his hand briefly prickling with razor red protrusions before sliding back under pale flesh. "The key to these places is never letting them know what you have under your sleeves." Random wisdom to sound cool huh? "Oh be quiet I'm having a conversation with these two! Sorry, the narrator drives me batty."
Silic returned his gaze to the scarred man "What brings me here... OH yeah I almost forgot! I'm looking for someone, he's supposed to be locked up down here, likely in maximum security... he's one of those killing machine types... like without a sparking personality." Silic imagined that most of the inmates should know the big names locked up down here so finding his target was the first step the rest was a long game "Smiling Jack, y'know the Darwin-killer." Jack was the eldest Son of the Big-Criminal-Cheese Miles Carnegan, and nightmare walking although the best killer was already dead "I miss Kreagan, he was more fun, I hear Jack's broody." As in assassin with a blood addiction.
"SO you two wouldn't know where to find him wouldya? I'll show you the way out if you help." Silic smiled wide, pretending it wasn't a possibility Jack didn't kill them all and walk back into his cell... well kill 'them' Silic wasn't sure of its own mortality to be honest.
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Post by jackygirl on Nov 16, 2016 4:21:05 GMT
Hebi frowns measuring her options: Could she trust Silic? Almost certainly not. Would Jack kill them all? Quite likely. Did she have a better idea? No.
"He will be in the solitary confinement area where they send the people capable and willing to wipe towns off maps, those whose powers and personalities make them a thousand times more dangerous then you and I." She leans in closer and gives him a close-up view of her pearly white needles "Now about this way out..."
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Post by projectekertest33 on Nov 16, 2016 4:30:57 GMT
Mouse licked his lips in anticipation, it was his favorite time of the week. He closed his eyes and listened to the heavenly trundling coming down the hallway. "Time to choose your books for the week dear." Said Mrs Grundsby through the hatch. "You know Mrs Grundsby you're one of the few things I truly look forward to in this place." Said Mouse with a genuine smile (a rare occurrence for him these days). "You're so polite dear not like that nasty gentleman in the next cell over ooooooh what's his name? Something Jack? Anyway will it be more science-fiction for you this week?" "Yes please." "Here you are dear I picked these out for you special." "You're a saint." "Just doing my job dear." "Kill her and burn her silly cart." Whispered Rat but Mouse ignored him.
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Post by Raz on Nov 16, 2016 4:34:00 GMT
"Not to be rude, but how do we know we can trust you to keep your word? Not that I question your honesty, however, I've discovered its best not to jump too willingly towards whatever offer is thrown your way by a man in prison." He pockets the photo relief flooding his system. "A glass freak, lovely. I'd rather not have to heal from those types of wounds again." He thinks remembering an explosion that shattered a window and sent a hail of razor sharp glass into his back. "Why do you require this man anyway? If I'm to understand, a man of his calibre often does not cooperate well with others. "
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Post by Snoe on Nov 16, 2016 4:59:18 GMT
Well they do ask good questions, Silic hadn't thought that far ahead "Solitary... now that's a trick even for yours truly, and considering Jack's abilities it'll be air tight." Silic did have a mind of these sort of things if his focus could manage. Jack's abilities were blood based, something about manipulating composition of it... but that could mean anything. Much like Miles complete bodily control, only that was kids stuff by comparison. "Oh did you guys see his fight with Kreagan?! That was so awesome think its still on youtube... dunno why those monsters went toe to toe though. "Guy just wouldn't die Kreagan kept pounding and pounding! Onesided but wow, old new but yeah... oh ummm where was I?... OHH yes prison." "Anyway I got in didn't I?" Silic made a point "I need you folks to help on the 'out' part and with this much power in a confined space I'd imagine we could get out." ANd cause chaos! That was the fun part. "Trust?" Silic turned his head curiously, then snickered "Yeah funny thing to ask for in a prison, but truth be told you follow me and eventually I'm going to leave, if you can't keep up mate that's your issue." Silic finished out. "Oh and you can rule out me being the fuzz and how many weapon types get to wander around this place without some fancy gizmo turning off their powers? Think they'd let me loose?" Silic lay its hand on the table as a finger fell to a sharp pile of dust and then reform. "AND as for Jack Daddy wants him out, Didn't I mention Carnegan?" "OH and what can you folks do?"
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Post by Raz on Nov 16, 2016 5:17:58 GMT
"I've fallen down the rabbit hole this time. The man's a loony, and a bloody dangerous loony at that. But it's not like I have much choice. If this guy intends on busting out I suppose that's my best shot, besides if he busts out without us it might mean we'll all drown regardless." He concludes in his thoughts that this was simply the best option he had available. "I can heal myself rapidly, have thicker skin than most, and know just about every way to kill a man without powers." He risked a glance towards the guards. "We'll have to continue our chat at another time. The guards keep eye balling you. "
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Post by Alexodia on Nov 16, 2016 10:18:21 GMT
"Elizabeth!" She heard with a sudden finality, the door opening quickly and slamming shut so hard it made the drink next to her Queen-sized bed shake. Whoever it was, they were pissed. Very pissed. And by the voice that carried with thundering rage across the penthouse, there was only one person it could be. The person she really didn't want to face right now. "Get out here now!"
"Oh, shit" she grumbled, her words slurred with sleep. "Fucking...what now?" she pondered aloud, wondering just what the hell she was in shit for this time. "Wh...hey, no, no, it's fine, okay, I'll...see what he wants first okay? Oka-okay" she murmured, softly addressing the inquisitive, warm body next to her in the bed before her voice broke down into giggles as the body began to kiss her neck.
"ELIZABETH!!"
"Goddamn it" she hissed sharply, before heaving herself out of bed. Grumbling all the way, she slowly pulled on her clothes, changed them four times so they matched, then took the time to administer her makeup so that it looked natural...and perfect. She really did look like a supermodel like this, she thought to herself, before she picked out her favourite cherry-red lipstick, which reminded her to quickly wipe off the lipstick off her own neck. Administering it and popping her lips for maximum effect, she turned around and twirled in the mirror, before winking at herself in the mirror with a devilish smile. Just before she exited her bedroom, she took the time to look back at her lover in the bed, still frozen in the exact position she was before, ready to administer another kiss to her neck. She loved being fast. Oh, so very fast, was she. Taking the time to blow her lover a kiss first, she opened the door and skipped to the kitchen, catching a glimpse of her father standing next to the leather couch, mid-stride, his face red with rage. Rolling her eyes, she headed over to the cupboard and looked through the cupboard for something to eat, before feeling her lips curl into a snarl. There was nothing. Not a thing, other than pasta sauce. This is what she got for ordering room service, she supposed.
"Oh well" she declared to herself brightly, closing the cupboard doors gently. Turning around, she caught sight of her father still frozen in the same spot, frozen in his rage. Unconcernedly strolling past him and humming her favourite tune, she set out into a sprint once she reached the hallway, and within a fraction of a second had returned with her favourite cereal and milk from the store. Still humming to herself, she prepared the cereal and grabbed a spoon from the drawer, before nonchalantly heading over to the couch and propping her feet up on the coffee table with a grin. She always loved this part.
"What's up, Doc?" she asked innocently with a grin that was nothing but innocent as she finally slowed down, seeing the routine shock on her fathers face as she suddenly materialised right next to him fully dressed and causally eating a bowl of cereal. His face however, quickly turned into a snarl.
"Don't you dare make jokes now. You know what you did" he threatened in a low, rumbling voice, his thick Russian accent becoming all the more pronounced as a result.
"I've done a lot of things."
"Have you or have you not been embezzling from the company again?" He questioned in a terrifying tone that has made bigger and stronger people than her quail, never breaking eye contact with her and almost daring her to lie, watching intently as she notably stopped chewing the cereal with an expression like a deer caught in headlights.
"Oh. That. I...might...have." She divulged in a casual voice that was nowhere near as scared as it should be. "But, before you say anything папа, which I know you will, in my defense...you've been doing brilliantly this year. And I've been doing exemplary work with nothing to show for it, really. I mean. Either champagne is getting more expensive or I'm just going crazy."
"Even more than you already are?" He challenged in the same low voice, this time witnessing as her eyebrows raised in shock.
"Okay, that...was uncalled for. WAY uncalled for. Where's the familial love, hmm? Although...I guess I'm not really at liberty to talk about that, considering the...topic, but still. Low blow."
"This time you went too far. This time...I cannot cover this up. People will find out; people...have....found out. Do you have any idea what they will do to you, дурачить?" he added in the same dangerously low voice, watching in apoplexy as her features shifted not into concern, but into indifference.
"I dunno; bitch and moan like they always do and then eventually let it go? We'll be fine. What we do need though, is-"
"Somebody to take the fall" he finished, his features shifting from anger into a resigned calm. That should have been her first clue. Instead, her face lit up in approval.
"Yes! Exactly! I see you've learned from last time, папа. So, I'm assuming you already have somebody?" She inquired, returning to munching on her cereal in her casual manner.
"Yes. They're downstairs in the car. Waiting for you to come down and enter the car so we can go over the story" he elaborated, still faded into his resigned calm.
"I knew you'd think of something" she beamed with her award-winning smile, before placing the cereal on the coffee table and jumping up to her feet, the top of her head still barely coming to her fathers nose. Preparing to head straight off, she was stopped by her fathers outstretched arm. After sending him a confused look, she reached into his coat pocket and brought out a bottle of water, before handing it to her.
"For the hangover" he clarified, sounding sadly resigned. Furrowing her eyebrows in confusion before shaking it off with a shrug and another smile, she quickly took a dramatic swig before making an exaggerated sound of refreshment and strolling past her father to the door. In retrospect, that should have been her second clue.
"I still don't get what this is for; after all, you know I don't get-" she cut off, her vision suddenly going blurry bit by bit. Stopping sharply, she made several quiet noises of confusion before her head started to lurch violently. Then as the room began to spin, her vision started to darken and she stumbled face first into the door, grasping blindly for something to hold onto.
"I'm sorry" she heard in that same resigned voice behind her, barely hearing the end before the roaring in her ears took over and the world went black, everything cutting out as she slumped gracelessly to the floor, unconscious.
(OOC: This was kind of an intro to who she is, what she can do and how she got there, but how much is too much? Is there a set limit to how much you should write? Obviously one may not plan thousands of words, but I don't know the cutoff point; is this too much?)
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Post by silent15 on Nov 16, 2016 11:56:34 GMT
"Jäkla, jäkla, jäkla." Svante cursed to himself as he scrambled away from the window, alarms howling inside the building. He should have known better than to take this job. Nobody paid all the money up-front unless they were up to something. Sprinting towards the wall of a tenement block across the street, he focused and watched as the colours dimmed and the sound of the alarm became muted as he slipped out of phase with the rest of the world. He felt a faint resistance, just enough to let him know there had been something in his way, before he was through, the distinctive "crack" of his power heralding the return of proper colours and sounds. He paused just long enough to check that the room was empty before running out of the room towards the stairwell. If he could get to the roof then he could lose them on the rooftops.
"SPREAD OUT! FIND HIM!" A voice bellowed from entrance. Svante swore again and redoubled his pace up the stairs. Bursting through the fire escape onto the roof, he took a second to catch his breath, only to be brutally tackled to the ground from behind. Twisting, writhing and biting, Svante was able to create enough room to phase and stick his hand through his assailant's chest.
"Let me go, or we find out what your insides look like." He hissed, voice distorted by the phasing effect, hoping with every fibre of his being that he came across as intimidating. In truth, he'd never used his power this way before, too afraid of the possible consequences.
The cop hesitated, clearly imagining the threat. Now that Svante could get a better look at her, she was clearly part of the armed response unit. Some part of his mind was faintly amazed that he warranted snipers, while the rest of his mind prayed the she wouldn't realise he was bluffi-
"FREEZE!"
Svante's head snapped towards the fire escape and the officer standing there, only to hear the crack of his power, mixed with a sickly wet crunching noise. Scrambling backwards, he stared at the sniper's ruined torso, barely reacting when his arms were forced behind his back and the cuffs were applied. He could dimly hear the chatter of voices as he was forced into a van. Only one voice truly broke through his stupor, "A Freak who murdered a officer on duty? He's going to the Drenched Heights for sure."
(OOC Taking a leaf out of Alexodia's book, I thought I'd give the backstory to how Svante wound up at Drenched Heights.)
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Post by Alexodia on Nov 16, 2016 12:00:15 GMT
Hearing the noises of discussion before anything else, if only as a garbled din due to her still-throbbing head, she involuntarily made several noises indicating her closeness to vomiting before her vision and her senses started to sharply come back into focus. Blinking rapidly, she quickly looked around the room she was in and what was restraining her. All-white room with no windows or decor, laid down on a white table and fitted with a Hannibal Lecter-esque straitjacket. He couldn't help letting out a low chuckle at the ludicrousness of it all, catching the attention of the doctors huddling outside of the door. The single door with the single window. This was starting to look awfully familiar. Watching as one of the men in the poofy white lab coat slowly opened the door to her room and carefully stepped in, never breaking eye contact with her, her eyes jumped to the outside. She'd need to study it after all if she was to overcome this pest of an inconvenience. Something felt...off, though. Like...she wasn't how she was supposed to be. Were her eyes...slower than before?
"Hello there," the talking poofy lab coat started, his eyes unnaturally warm. She took note of his accent automatically; Middle-Eastern, perhaps? "I'm glad you're awake; due to your heightened metabolism, we had to pump you with enough tranq to kill sixteen men just to keep you under. I assume you know why you're here. We were certainly told."
"Okay, first off, The Queen should NOT have gone out wearing that oh so delectable outfit, don't you agree? What's a girl to do?" she inquired, with the most sincere voice she could muster, failing to keep the half-smirk off of her face. To his credit, the guy chuckled a bit. If perhaps in pity, but she'd take it.
"They told us you would joke. No matter, you'll become accustomed to the-"
"Where am I?" She cut across him rudely, leveling him with her laidback stare, yet daring him to make something up and watching as his face slightly fell.
"You're in Drenched Heights; the prison for Darwins." That wiped the smirk off of her face. Oh, that evil ублюдку. "It's quite a secure prison, although I'm afraid that due to the nature of your-" his voice warbled, gradually becoming less intelligible as she ignored him completely. A wave of panic rose up in her chest. She had to get out of there. She had to get out of there now and beat the everloving pulp out of her bastard of a father for putting her into this situation. Oh well. That was what she was here for. Bracing herself, she pushed forward with all of her might only to realise that the straitjacket merely pushed against her and kept her in place, effectively cutting off the doctor as well.
"Wh-" she started in bewilderment, eyes wide as saucers as she tried again even harder and faster, only to feel the rough fabric of the jacket secure her in her spot on the table. Eyes widening even more in confusion and rapidly growing terror, she instinctively looked to the doctor like a deer caught in headlights, looking for an explanation. Or an escape. Anything.
"Yes, this is where you...probably should have listened. Due to the nature of your powers, were you allowed to roam free with them, you'd escape in a literal heartbeat. So you see that large bracelet on your right wrist?" he asked, seeing her terror written on her face when she immediately looked without any prompting and noticing the large, metal, silver bracelet fitted very securely around her wrist with no discernible way of getting if off her wrist. "That's a power dampener. With that on, you're just as sluggishly slow as the rest of humanity. With that...your Darwin status is officially revoked, I'm afraid." He finished in a somewhat sympathetic tone, his eyes genuinely rather sad. Her eyes were filled with nothing but horror as a comparison, and could barely see anything else but that bracelet. He went to continue before she cut him off in a quiet, horrified voice.
"You can't do this." She whispered in a hoarse voice, such a departure from her usual drawl of confidence and casual charm that it briefly made the doctor start, before his face morphed back into pity. This...thing had the gall to pity her. "You...can't...do this."
"We have to." The doctor challenged in a soft voice, before slowly turning and heading for the door. "It's for your own good." He added as if he was told to repeat that at the end, opening the door to leave the room.
"No." She blurted out in panic, bile rising in her throat and her eyes starting to sting from the lack of blinking in horror.
"I'll visit again later; someone will be over soon to take you to your cell and acclimatise you to the prison. Welcome to your new home, Ms. Tvarkovsky." He finished in a low, somewhat disappointed voice, before quietly closing the door despite her protests.
"No." She repeated in a horrified whisper. "No. No. No. No! No!! NO!!!" She repeated, her voice steadily rising until it turned into a desperate, terrified scream that carried down the hallways, with every single one of the guards and the doctors able to hear the unmitigated rage in her voice, every one of them fearing for their lives should anything go wrong.
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Post by jackygirl on Nov 16, 2016 12:53:59 GMT
"Inmate 852 your allotted mealtime is up place your hands on your head, keep your mouth closed and return to your cell." "Chikushō!" Hebi swears but nevertheless complies hissing in Silic's ear "If you want to rescue Smiling Jack you're going to need me." She makes her way back to her cell ignoring the jeers and catcalls from the gangs. She steps into her cell and allows the guard to put on her restraints "I feel like a dog." She tries to say but the muzzle muffles her voice and the guard simply stares at her in uncomprehending fear before stepping out and locking the cell.
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Post by silent15 on Nov 16, 2016 13:02:11 GMT
Svante fidgeted again with the dampener bracelet fitted to his arm. Normally he would a merely be considered an escape risk, but thanks to the incident that landed him in here, he was now also judged a threat to the guards. Unsurprisingly no one in court had believed the thief when he claimed the death was manslaughter as opposed to murder. Besides, the police always went out of their way to ensure cop-killers like himself got the maximum possible punishment. He remembered how the officer who had came up through the fire escape swore under oath, that Svante had killed her intentionally.
This wasn't the first time Svante had been on the inside. But the experience was strangely different. Before, even as a Darwin, he was considered the new meat, the lowest of the low. Now, the inmates talked about how he was a violent one, how he'd killed a cop in cold blood before they took him down. Now some of the inmates, the ones that before he would have tried to avoid, treated him like one of their own and even the other inmates spoke to him with something approaching deference. He wasn't used to this and found the whole thing faintly surreal. Moreover it worried him. Sooner or later the cop-killers who had taken a shine to him would realise he was a fraud and then, without his power, he'd be easy prey for them. He needed to escape, or at the very least get this damn dampener off.
A loud cackle roused Svante from his thoughts. He quickly identified it as coming from a table containing a man with a impressive beard, a strangely androgynous individual and a redheaded woman who looked like she dearly wanted to bite the former's head off. With nothing better to do, he shifted his position slightly, tuning out the rest of the cafeteria. Discretely eavesdropping was a skill he'd mastered a long time ago. As he he listened he couldn't help but begin to smile. Here he was looking for a chance to escape and then lo and behold one falls into his lap. It seemed the crazed one was one who had a plan in mind, and so Svante resolved to tail him and speak to him when there weren't guards casting angry glances in their direction.
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Post by jackygirl on Nov 16, 2016 15:10:12 GMT
Hebi settled back into her bunk and closed her eyes suspecting that she'd soon need all of her strength.
She dreamt of that day only two months ago the day she had been captured and separated from Alex. 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 favorite 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 realizing 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 dissapointed face came to her mind and she made the mistake of hesitating realizing 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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Post by Snoe on Nov 16, 2016 17:51:18 GMT
Silic nodded to the girl as she was hauled away. The more the merrier in terms of jail breaks. The bearded one seemed of a mind to take his leave, guards and their naughty gaze "Don't worry it's just cause I'm beautiful." Silic winked and rose from its seat and closed in on one of those guards and pulled in close "Was told you've been looking my way, like what you see officer?" Silic made no reservations in this lewd up close its body filling out into something more womanly. The guard was dumbstruck confused and afraid.
Shoved back moments before a kiss "Get off me Freak!" Silic pouted teasingly.
"Don't lead a pretty thing on sweetness." Now the guard was having a hard time looking at Silic. Mission accomplished they wouldn't be staring too much if that was going to happen. Two more guards flanked Silic "Hey boys wanna show me to my room." Silic waved to the bearded one before being escorted back to his cell.
***** Meanwhile in solitary.
Jack sat reading the new book idly listening to the conversation next door with Mouse. Waiting for the librarian to leave before speaking up "She has no idea what kind of creature you are does she." Jack didn't speak often his voice dry and his tone like that of a spider to a fly.
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Post by silent15 on Nov 16, 2016 18:13:31 GMT
Seeing the crazed one being escorted off towards the cells, Svante waited for the guards attention to be momentarily distracted before slipping off after them. Doubtless they'd notice his absence in a few minutes, but by then, he'd likely have what he wanted. Drifting after the prisoner and his guards, Svante waited for them lock the prisoner in its cell and depart before leaning against the cell.
"We've got maybe two minutes at most before the guards notice I'm not in the cafeteria any more. I heard what you were discussing back there. I want in, and given I used to break into places I wasn't supposed to be for a living, I think you might find me useful. What do you say?"
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Post by projectekertest33 on Nov 16, 2016 18:35:01 GMT
Mouse started at the rasping voice coming from his neighbour (it was the first time he'd ever heard him speak) "M-m-me I'm just a computer specialist with some ummm personality issues besides it's all under control now nothing to worry about haha..."
"I like the smell of this one." Whispered Rat "Smells familiar... like blood both old and fresh."
"So!" Mouse said brightly trying to drown Rat out "What are you in for if you don't mind me asking?"
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Post by Raz on Nov 16, 2016 18:44:38 GMT
As the crazed glass creature harassed the guards his new acquaintance, Hebi was being escorted away. Which left Pavle alone with two extra bowls of gruel. "Rookies, they never learn." He looked towards a Latino sitting and chatting with a few others in rapid bits of English and Spanish like an auctioneer in New Mexico. Pavle finished his own meal before passing the extra bowls to someone passing by. He muttered for them to take the bowl to Javier and his friends. Like clockwork the bowls arrived at the table and without looking the man sent another courier back in Pavle's direction. The courier arrived and without speaking dropped off six cigarettes. A moment later Pavle sent another courier with the cigarettes to a table where a woman entertained a small ring of onlookers with dazzling lights in the images of scantily clad women. And again a courier comes back with a small blade made of sharpened glass tied to a broken toothbrush with the threading of someone's pants.
The reason neither of these two circles of contraband are shut down is because Javier has an officer on the hook for helping him get currency in. And Kira's light show only looks perverse if you've let her touch your eyes. He delicately hid the blade in his shoe whilst looking like was bending over to tie it. He needed glass because of the metal detectors, and the staff keep careful count of their metal utensils.
With that he and quite a few other prisoners stand up at the sound of the intercom which signals the end of breakfast. Now it's time for work, but first a quick pat down by the guards. Luckily not many of the guards want to be touching an inmate for longer than necessary so they're lead outside into an open air courtyard where they'll be tending to the plants that maintain the dome.
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Post by Alexodia on Nov 16, 2016 23:00:25 GMT
*Warning: Description of graphic violence in this post; kind of essential to her plot point though, so apologies if against rules or something*
The curses of injustice and unfairness coupled with the rage and the disbelief permeating her being still resounded through her head like a drum with a rhythm as she trudged through the hallway to the lunch hall; it didn't stop. It wasn't one loud note, or consistent bangs in a staccato, irritating her to over the edge. No, it was a steady beat in her head, never ending, never ceasing, never growing any louder or quieter. Just...drums in her head. Twisting her; consuming her. It was infuriating. She'd been here for several hours already, and they had only just let her out of the straitjacket under the condition that she was accompanied by four guards. It was almost flattering that they considered her that much of a threat without her powers. Her powers; she felt fucking naked without them, but she was dangerously close to being overwhelmed. She couldn't ever recall a time when she hadn't been absolutely cool under pressure, but then again nothing of this magnitude had ever happened to her before. Casting her intense gaze down to the bracelet on her wrist, she felt the familiar feelings of hatred and loathing towards that overhyped piece of tin on her wrist. She hadn't even had the chance to mess with it; she'd been under constant surveillance both in the jacket and out. She doubted she would get a chance to even touch it, as well. It seemed as though drastic measures must be taken if she was to get what she wanted, she mused as she was led into the dinner hall.
Sensing every single eye in the hall sharply turn to her due to her entourage of guards, she was unable to fight the urge to give off a small smirk. This was rather fortunate. She hadn't even been here eight hours, and she already had a rep. She wasn't entirely sure how prison worked; папа had always bailed her out and done what he needed to keep her out of the criminal justice system before. This time, she wasn't so lucky. But she could handle it; there was very little she couldn't handle. The absence of her powers would be the greatest challenge of all. Although she knew people, and she knew how people operated. Especially degenerates like these. These thoughts continued to resound in her head as she reached the lunch-line, feeling some eyes turn away from her but some still remaining glued to her and her entourage, most likely wondering just how dangerous she was. That was good; dangerous was good. But it wasn't good enough, she mused silently as the lunch lady dumped a pitiful amount of what appeared to be gruel onto her tray, still unable to forget the guards hovering over her like a hawk. Dangerous was good, but not good enough. It wouldn't get her what she wanted. For what she wanted...she would have to go a bit further.
Turning away from the lunch lady and feeling her smirk return when the lady noticeably shrank under her intense gaze, she headed slowly over to a table on the far side of the room in the corner, her back facing the wall so she could observe her surroundings. Sending one last fierce gaze towards her entourage of guards, daring them to miss the clear demand in her eyes, she felt slightly less stifled as the guards took the hint and took several steps back, leaving her a rather wide berth for her to eat. Enough for her to get her space, but not enough to try any escape attempts of any sort. But the pitiful fact was that these guards were utterly...average. Physically superior, perhaps, but intellectually dull. And that helped. Ignorance was bliss for the deer. But the fatal problem of the deer was that no matter how hard they tried or how secure they felt, they could never hope to match the lion destined to rip out the deer's throat with its teeth.
And of course, she knew. She knew just how secure the guards thought they felt. And she also knew how these cretins in the prison along with her operated, how they thought. And most of all, she knew how said cretins, who operated on a hierarchy of power and strength, would react if fresh meat came along with as many guards as she did. You'd have less luck predicting the actions of a piranha dropped in a river of blood. It was only a matter of time before she was able to get on with her plan. Only a matter of-
"Hey, beautiful" came the interruption, a drawling Southern accent of a large, ugly cretin deciding to sit across from her unannounced, his casual yet predatory grin only growing wider when the guards went to forcibly remove him, only to be halted in their tracks by her lazily raising a hand to send them back to their positions, never breaking her gaze with the newcomer, who must have been two metres tall at least. "Can always tell when meat is new here. And you...most certainly are." He continued, still sporting his predatory grin. She said nothing, taking note only of the fact that every single eye in the room had once again been glued into their little exchange, the entire hall becoming silent. This one obviously had quite a great deal of respect here. "You know," he started again, when she refused to bite. "This place is quite dangerous, of that I'm sure you know. Boys here can get a little...rowdy when they're cooped up here for the sentences that they are, especially with their powers and whatnot. I understand, I know there are many...safety precautions in place to prevent these sort of...incidents from happening, but it still happens from time to time when meat gets...lax in their safety. Especially with such a...pretty young thing as you. You understand me, darling?" He finished, slowly leaning forward in his seat towards her, clearly enjoying this little debacle. It was obvious what he was thinking; such a dangerous figure declares public loyalty to him and increases his own reputation, or she refuses and is left to the mercy of his...boys. She said nothing. Did nothing. "So...here's what I'm thinking, darling. You stay with us...and we'll protect your pretty little head from whomever wants to harm it. Win-win. But if not...I can't promise your safety, I'm afraid. Know whut I'm saying, darling? Of course you do, you're a smart girl. So...what's it going to be, darling?" he finished, raising his eyebrows in punctuation of the proposal. The entire room was deathly silent, an observation that was obvious from the moment he closed his mouth. It was even more clear than that however, that everything hinged on her response. Option A or option B. Each one was detrimental to her plan. Oh, it was hard to fight off a grin. After all, everyone was waiting for her response. Option A...or option B. But this cretin was a deer. He didn't understand the concept of an option C. It seemed, after all, rather prudent to enlighten him.
Even without her super speed, she was still quicker than anybody could hope to expect; lunging forward as quick as a flash, she grabbed his prison lapels, sharply pulled him forward and slammed her forehead into the cretin's nose, feeling it crumple and break beneath her skull. Ignoring the screams of pain from the cretin and the shouts of alarm all around her, she darted forward before the guards could grab her, clambering over the table like a woman possessed and crawling on top of him where he lay on the floor dazed and in agony, straddling his hips with a cold, emotionless expression on her face. Taking advantage of the disarray of the guards and the extreme distance between his friends and him, she grabbed his lapel with her right hand and sank her fist into the cretins nose once more, feeling her fist forcing the bone back into his skull and hearing him scream in agony once more. Never breaking her cold expression, she quickly sifted her fingers behind his head before he could hope to respond, and positioned her thumbs over his eyes. Noticing the guards heading for her, there was little time to lose, she pondered calmly, before forcing her fingers down into his eyes, feeling the squishy mass cave in and turn into mulch under her fingers, feeling the warm blood running over her hands and fingers as she effortlessly ignored the hysterical scream of the cretin literally beneath her thumb. Suddenly feeling the strong grasp of the guards under her arms, she pressed down once more for effect and felt the eyeball matter cave in even more with a satisfying squelch, before being sharply dragged off the flailing and bloody body beneath her. Only just recognising the din of screams bouncing off of the walls of the dinner hall, she felt her arms being lifted up over her head, before being rapidly dragged around the her back, feeling one of her bloody hands slide across her face, marking it with blood. Calmly ignoring the screams of the guards and the other inmates, she felt herself be swiftly dragged outside of the hall and down the hallway, in the opposite direction of her cell, in the direction of solitary.
As she was dragged by her arms down the hallway, her face streaked with the blood of another, she felt her face morph into a smirk once more. Oh, she did love it when a plan came together.
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