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Post by Lady-Lee on Nov 27, 2016 23:17:37 GMT
The door is open... Tanya stepped out of her cell, easily breaking the chain around her from the wall, letting it drag around behind her. The dampeners on her wrists and the the straight jacket still limiting her strength and movement but she still held strength and speed well beyond a normal human.
She could feel laughter coming but before she can let her mad glee known she hears movement, then she see's a man jumping at Jack. HOW DARE HE TOUCH PERFECTION!! Tanya screams and flings herself towards Rat, she may not be able to punch but she can still stomp and bite.
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Post by snipsnap on Nov 28, 2016 2:56:33 GMT
Drown gasped as black tendrils flew down the hall, ripping off the doors of every cell. She barely had time to react before the humidity of this botanical prison washed over her like a warm shower on a winter day. She felt every nerve ending come alive as her stagnant cell pulsed with potential. She felt her pupils dilate, and shivered in near ecstasy. This whole prison felt like an out of tune orchestra. 'No wonder they keep me in solitary confinement', she thought to herself. Drown reached with a tentative foot out of the door, and had barely felt the cool, semi-damp ground on her toes before she saw Jack suddenly fly through the wall at the far end of the hallway, and the lady adjust her clothes. When she turned back Drown was met with an ireful gaze and motioned her forward, not breaking stride. Who thought such pretty blue eyes could be filled with such...chaos. Chaos was the word Drown felt fit it the most. Cackling broke her thoughts as she saw a man shoot out of cell, racing towards the hole in the wall just created by the mystery woman. And then another woman came crashing out of her cell, barreling towards who Drown assumed to be what was left of Mouse. She suddenly became very aware of the anarchy beginning to break loose around her. She wanted out before Jack got back up. Or before those two noticed her.
Drown hopped out of her cell and followed the mystery lady. Drown devilishly smiled as she felt herself heat up, that cell kept her from shifting but now... The rust fell off as the gears shifted into motion. In the blink of an eye she transformed to her gaseous state. She always marveled at how much she still resembled her human form, yet if you tried to touch her, she was little more than steam. Besides a vague sense of discomfort, she was relatively untouchable in this state. It was however her weakest. Looking at her arms she could see the vapor rising off her and felt the area around her heating up. This place was humid, not that she minded. The collar clattered to the floor, no longer able to grasp her neck, and she floated down the hall with ease toward her new comrade. How friendly this comrade would be was yet to be determined. Not wanting to seem weak, she floating alongside her, and pretended not to hear her talking to herself. Or perhaps the voices in her head as many of the others did.
Looking at her partner up and down out of the corner of her eye, she spoke casually, "Drown, and yours?"
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Post by projectekertest33 on Nov 28, 2016 3:13:14 GMT
Rat was so close to the monster when his senses picked up something close coming towards him fast to his senses they might as well have been moving in slow-motion and normally he'd simply dodge before cutting them into tiny little pieces but he was already mid-leap and didn't have any way of changing direction all he could do was curl up to try and soften the impact.
("Now who's the coward." Said Mouse with a rare mocking tone)
"Oh shut up you waste of space just for that I'm gonna take my time killing this one and make it extra fun." Thought Rat angrily as the person smashed into him from the side knocking him against the wall and trying to bite him it didn't do much more then tickle but it was fucking annoying and so he quickly over-powered her and got his hands around her throat, he'd squeeze until she was unconscious and then have his fun. Huh, he'd probably need something sharp to cut through the straitjacket though.s
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Post by Deaths on Nov 28, 2016 3:49:44 GMT
Out of the frying pan and into the fucking fire. No it was more like out of the frying pan and into an even larger hotter frying pan full of heat resistant sharks with machetes attached to their fins. This mind was like nothing he's ever seen. Most minds fall into one of three types, most like a house it had some protection and with enough work Tommy could sneak in. Others were like a grand castle, where only brute force would get you in. Fewer were jumbled messes the minds of the crazy and insane, easy to get into, but harder to leave. This place was a mystery wrapped in a question covered in an enigma. Was it a fortress that allowed chaos to rule, or was this an insane land that had the illusion of control.
Then she moved faster than anything could possibly move, in a moment Jack had been sent flying. The rush Tommy got had blown him away, was this what it felt like to be this woman it was intense. The world moved so slow, but she moved flawlessly like she practiced that move a million times. Soon the world moved back to normal she began to walk down the hall, with a now partner in tow.
"That was amazing you're amazing." Tommy blurted out in a moment of awe. Even though he was scared he couldn't deny her skill. "I've never seen the world so slow it was like looking at a slideshow...I'm sorry I'm rambling." He hushed himself hoping not to annoy his host.
Normally Tommy would dig through his host mind find out what he could, but a fear broke out in him. Diving to deep would destroy his brain this not a place for him so the sooner out the better. She spoke to him in a more relaxed fashion, regretting every decisions he ever made in his life that led him to this place Tommy spoke up.
"Next hall on your right fourth door down on the left. If it's locked there is a pass code hold the pound button and enter 7 8 9 3. That's the overide code to most of the rooms here." Tommy stated "I'll see you there." He was gone the moment he said that, though it felt like something was sucking him in as he tried to leave. Her willpower was strong as it clawed at his psyche.
Awakening to the darkness of the vent Tommy noticed his nose and ears bleeding a bit. That has only happened once before, when he was dueling with a powerful mind many years ago. He began to crawl towards the infirmary thinking it best not to keep her waiting.
(Meanwhile with a smaller more cuddly hero)
Snowball felt sadness over the lose of his new friend. Mouse was a good man who needed help. Snowball ran through the vents looking for a way back home. A small squeak made Snowballs ears perk up, a familiar one. He turned to see Squeakems will his full gang, and an additional seven rats of varying size. Snowball gulped there was nothing he could do now.
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Post by Lady-Lee on Nov 28, 2016 4:10:16 GMT
She could feel him grab her throat, not the first to try strangling her. His strength was amazing, around what hers is without dampeners but as it was he had the advantage. She could feel some memories come back from hand to hand training in the army. She takes a quick breath in with the little bit of airways she had left, then she tucked her legs beneath her and her attacker thrusting one foot over his shoulder and grabbing his head with the heel and places the second foot against his throat strangling him. Now it was a question of who has the better lungs to stay conscious.
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Post by projectekertest33 on Nov 28, 2016 5:47:13 GMT
This bitch wasn't just rolling over and taking it like all those townsfolk had, she was fighting back trying to strangle him with her feet. While Rat didn't feel any pain he was aware of a faint sensation telling him he was running out of air.
(Mouse was doing the mental equivalent of running around screaming)
Mouse was still a coward afraid of the end, Rat didn't fear death so he just squeezed harder betting it all on being able to hold his breath longer.
("There's something you've forgotten!" yelled Mouse "While you've been doing this what do you think that blood-smelling guy has been doing!?")
Well shit.
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Post by jackygirl on Nov 28, 2016 15:19:36 GMT
Hebi stalked over to the one remaining guard and slammed him against the wall giving him a lovely view of her teeth. "Where is the teleporter, Vooreman?" Despite his trembling he managed to spit in her face. Her grin widened and she leaned in close to whisper in his ear. "I can start by biting if your nose, then your ears and well then..." She pressed her claws to his crotch. She didn't enjoy torturing people like some of her former colleagues but neither did she object to it. "She's normally in the gym right now!" Hebi quickly put him a stranglehold until he fell unconscious. "We're splitting up you guys go free Jack I'll eliminate the teleporter before she can bring in reinforcements and then rendezvous with you in solitary."
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Post by Alexodia on Nov 29, 2016 0:40:58 GMT
"Alrighty then." Elizabeth spoke aloud, still as calm as can be. "I hope to see you there." She added at the end almost as an afterthought, before shaking off the voice having noticed said voice slipping away. Whoever he was and wherever he was, she figured that she would meet the voice in her head pretty soon. She was still debating how she would handle it. Shaking off the thoughts for now, she raised her left eyebrow in bemusement as she turned her head slightly after hearing a clatter on her left side, only to see her companion float up merrily alongside her, her face lit up in joy at being free of the dampener collar around her neck. Shame, she mused as her companion started to turn to her, steam rising from her skin. She looked pretty with a collar around her neck. Casting her eyes downwards quickly as she continued down the corridor, she noticed as her companion appeared to be literally floating as she headed off with her in stride, her feet seemingly only skimming the floor. Oh, this was interesting; so interesting that it took her a few seconds to realise that her companion was talking to her and asking her name. Drown, her name was, apparently. Her eyes casting back upwards towards the girl's face, she saw all of the girl's emotion in her face; hopeful, and yet...somewhat fearful. Attempting to sound casual in the face of fear almost never worked for people whom felt that sort of thing. It took quite a bit for her to not smirk; it was all rather adorable.
"Drown, was it?" She began in a friendly tone, smiling in a somewhat bashful manner and turning on the charm that had rendered so many starstruck in the face of it, slipping her mask back on effortlessly. She was running away from the evil, it didn't do well for her to realise just how bad of a decision she had made by following her. She could use her apparent talents for now; she seemed desperate for human contact, if anything else. If there was one thing that she was good at, it was discerning exactly what buttons to press and what charm to turn on to render her target open to her influence. She had spent years pretending to be normal; the girl knew she was strong, but right now, she didn't know just how dangerous she was. And my, oh my, how that was such a perfect scenario for her right now. "Oh no, I refuse to believe that your parents were cruel enough to name you that, hmm? Please, tell me your name, I insist. I won't bite." She assured with a convincingly bashful chuckle, internally laughing at the brazen lie she had just told. "I'm Elizabeth, and I'm just looking for a way to get out of here and get back to my life." She added softly, adding on a somewhat wistful tone for effect as they both rounded the left corridor, both of them fixing their eyes on the infirmary door far down the corridor. "Getting here was far too confusing; I don't even know how I got here and shoved into the cell of that monster other than the fact that I'm not supposed to be here." She continued, fixing the girl with a friendly stare whilst making sure to shudder for effect at the mention of the creature. "Although, as you can see-" she continued, pointing towards the now open gash on her cheekbone, the loss of blood rendering the flesh visible. "-I didn't exactly get away unscathed. He's a fucking monster; I'm just glad I have the strength to fight him off when I need to. I don't want to face him again, though; I just need to patch myself up, and then get out of here. That was why I was, um, talking aloud, by the way; it may sound crazy, but I had a prisoner talking to me telepathically. He, um, mentioned where the infirmary was. I don’t know; maybe I do belong here if I’m hearing things, huh? To be fair, that’s also why I haven’t devolved into a sobbing mess yet; shock can be a hell of a thing, you know?" She finished, her worried chuckle cutting across the silent hallway in a way that she had perfected over the years as they reached the infirmary door, turning to fix her companion with her patented look of distress. True to form, she hadn't lost her charm after being thrown into prison. Her ego purred deeply at the thought, struggling to contain itself as she looked down to the number-pad fixed above the lock of the door and input the four-digit code that her voice had given her, smiling as the door made a buzzing sound and the sound of the door unlocking reached her ears. Preparing herself, she opened the door and stepped inside the infirmary, ready for whatever this goddamn nuthouse could throw at her.
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Post by snipsnap on Nov 29, 2016 5:27:59 GMT
Drown visibly relaxed when she realized that this woman, Elizabeth, wasn't actually talking to the voices in her head. She had heard of a person in her capable of getting in others heads, that the guards used him as a snitch, but until now that was all just rumors. And apparently they were meeting him. She noticed the once-over Elizabeth had given her so Drown took the time to analyze her. The pristine cut of her shoulder-length black hair caught her attention first, it really made her blue eyes pop even more than the glow being a freak gave them. She was rather tall, towering over Drown by at least six inches. Elizabeth's demeanor as she walked made it look like she was stalking prey, but her muscles were more relaxed than a cat basking in the sun. Overall to Drown she seemed very put together despite being in the midst of a prison break. Admirable. Drown hung on each word as Elizabeth talked, and happened to blush a little bit when she asked for her real name. She was sure though that even if Elizabeth didn't bite that she packed a very good kick as evidenced by her little interaction with Jack. She felt for her situation though, at least when she wanted something she could get up and fight for it, not like Drown who would rather run or hide.
But Elizabeth, she just wanted what Drown wanted, to get out and try and live a normal life. When they reached the door to the infirmary Elizabeth looked over at Drown, really honed in on her, and she looked so broken inside. Like she was putting up a real strong front to hide a lot of hurt. Then she turned back and this... Russian?(her accent was a bit unusual) ...woman dialed the code into the keypad. Smiling back at her companion she said rather breathlessly, "August. That's my real name."
With that she looked into the infirmary, and noticed first a body covered with a tarp in the corner. Some blood seeped through the top of it, a fresh kill. Other than that there were a couple of beds surrounded by plexi-glass, with visible built-in dampeners in the corners. A sliding door was in front of each one, with a numbered keypad. The ones Drown could see were empty, but it looked like there could be more to the left, where some screens were set up. She was surprised to find no nurses here, but she felt a shift in the air. All this moisture to keep the plant walls alive really helped her sense movement. She tilted her head towards a tall cabinet on the far right of the room, where she felt the vapor shifting, like someone was trying very hard to breathe quietly. Floating over to the cabinet she threw it open, and out fell a male nurse, looking up frightened from his hands and knees, switching his gaze from Drown to Elizabeth, unsure of who to fear more.
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Post by Deaths on Nov 29, 2016 6:09:42 GMT
"One more good kick should." Tommy is interrupted by his foot crashing through the vent leading into the infirmary. "Not the entrance I wanted" He thinks as he climbs down from the vent. Might be from all his years of practice, or all the time he spent as Snowball but Tommy was an expert at this sort of thing. Skillfully he pulls himself through the hole in the ceiling, twisting and rotating until he was facing the door. It seems his now partners were here already.
Releasing his hands he falls about four feet down, sticking the landing nice and quiet. As if sound didn't exist he walks towards the emergency chemical shower. Removing his shirt he leans under it washing the blood and who knows what off of himself. "Hi I'm Tommy we spoke earlier." He says too Elizabeth noticing the girl made of mist he stares puzzled. "Oh I don't know who you are I'm Tommy. Dreamer some people call me, but I like Tommy better." He mumbles shyly face to face greetings were never his strong suit."Richard right? Yeah you have the little girl eight years old last month?" He questions his memories for a moment. "Nice to see you man it's been awhile. Well I guess you never have seen me anyway."
He looks at Elizabeth "How are your wounds? I can stitch it if you need. What's your blood type there is a cooler with some blood in it if you need I can go get it." Tommy plays with his bangs while he talks looking at the floor. "I always wanted to be a veterinarian, even went to school for it." He pauses for a minute while grabbing supplies "Sorry I talk to much, when I'm...never mind." He continues to grab supplies silently looking away from everyone.
(Meanwhile)
"You fucking idiot, why not tell her your social and mom's maiden name." Jason thinks as the guard easily gives up everything. While Needle has him in her grip Blank removes his radio and side arm then ejects the magazine. "Of fucking course they are non-lethal shock rounds. Jesus when will I catch a break." He sighs to himself reloading the gun. Silic was still at the computer pretending to be on the clock. "Move over." He says as he leans over the monster's body. His head resting on it's head his arms over it's shoulders. "No funny ideas. Let me see where your buddy is... Oh fuck." Looking at the monitors Jack had been freed, not just him all the other cells nearby where open.
The lock down button was right there he needed to press it no matter what he needed to warn the others. Assemble the team call for back up this form couldn't get away. He leaned into Silics' left ear. "I'm going to kill all of you, just so you know." He whispered sweetly while slamming his hand on the lock down button. An alarm began to ring and a red light covered the whole wing. All the doors slammed shut, Jason jumped back with the pistol raised at Hebi. He stared at her as Tommy's face began to melt of and Svante's grew in it's place.
"Sorry can't let you guys succeed I'll be sure to tell Vooreman that you're on your way." He laughs in their friends voice. Firing three times at Hebi and phasing through the wall behind him leaving the pistol behind. Slowly slipping through the wall Blank regains his old form. "Fuck that power is great, but weird to understand. Best to go on foot." He reasoned sprinting off he picks up the radio he took from the guard. "This is undercover agent Blank, Jack has escaped and Maximum security is completely compromised all agents prepare for a full on riot. Outside reinforcements requested. This is not a drill. We are all fucked down here, Silic is here as well and who knows who else." Blank reports into the radio waiting for a response.
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Post by Snoe on Nov 29, 2016 6:29:27 GMT
Silic smiled at the would be Tommy and the scary Hebi threatening another guard, still wearing that blood dripping hat. “SO what’s that code word all about?” Wondering about that odd phrase used to get into this little messy box.
*Meanwhile
Jack lay in the rubbel after that blissful split second assault... shame it was over far too fast to truely enjoy... Still Jack smiled even as Rat attempted his murder and the other defended him... Small fish, his bones crackled back into place and blood sucked into his stitches he ripped himself free from the rubble , laughter fell from his lips loud and hearty. His tendrils whipped out and grabbed both RAT and pretty one sheering the straight jacket from her “You two fight nice, I’ve got a date.”
Flexing his muscles he stepped forward a guard stepped into his path and was rent to pieces. Dropping the two to let them enjoy a little slaughter Jack followed after his attacker. But his steps were slow but he rooted himself hardened his body, “Oh darling how you’ve sparked my interest.” He called after her with a chuckle, this was when Jack was at his most dangerous, soaing up the blood of the guard that had fallen and the next. The Black puddle forming on the floor following him and growing while the flow within his veins made him immovable, this was going to be a fun test! The puddle acting as a trap the blood extended his nervous system and moving at the very same speed.
“Come on out, we should talk.” Following to the infirmary with a sick smile on his lips.
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Post by Lady-Lee on Nov 29, 2016 7:32:05 GMT
Feeling Rats hands pulled away and her legs forced off him brought Tanya back to reality. The next thing she felt was the straight jacket being ripped off, with out a moments hesitation she ripped the dampeners off her wrists. She felt pure ecstasy when the dampeners came off, all of her strength and speed returning to her body and if a sign of this steam began to rise from her skin as her temperature increased. Once she knew her powers were returned in full she quickly began to follow Jack like a lost/deranged puppy, having forgotten Rat.
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Post by snipsnap on Dec 1, 2016 0:57:41 GMT
Drown raised her hand in a half-wave and whispered, "Hi Tommy" as he kept babbling, obviously nervous and trying not to set off Elizabeth. That's when she heard that taunt wander down the hall and through the partially opened infirmary door. A shiver racked her ribcage as his chuckle followed, how could one man trigger so many fight or flight instincts without being seen? Without any hesitation Drown stalked across the room and shut the door firmly shut, hearing the door lock and the keypad reactivate. Not taking any chances however Drown decided to reinforces the door.
Floating back over to the hiding nurse she said hurriedly, "Do you have water anywhere in here?" She narrowed her eyes at him, as he nervously pointed to a desk. Walking behind it Drown realized that there was a mini fridge with two gallons of water in it. Very useful. Picking them up she opened them and splashed the water onto the door, making sure practically every inch was covered. Then, gently touching it with tips of her fingers, the water turned to ice, completely covering the door and spreading a little bit to the outside, reinforcing it.
Turning to the newest edition to their little party she explained, "Tommy whatever you're gonna do, do it fast, I'll do my best to hold him off. Is that vent still a viable escape route or...?" She looked up at the gaping hole in the ceiling, thinking to herself, well this is a doozy.
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Post by Alexodia on Dec 1, 2016 15:16:26 GMT
Her gaze growing rather wide in surprise, she entered the infirmary to see a guy in the middle of the infirmary having just leapt down from a vent in the ceiling that looked somewhat big enough to house a rather large person, the guy in question turning around from his drop to see both her and her companion a few steps into the infirmary. His eyes widened in surprise as he babbled at her; he must be terrified of simply conversing. Once again, it was difficult to stifle a grin at the scenario; some people got so nervous simply speaking to other people, she wondered how they handled everything else in life. Not everybody could handle things as well as she did, but it seemed the rest of the world just seemed to fail at the easiest things. It was rather interesting, in a sense. Remembering to morph her face back into an expression of bashful nerves, still attempting to look scared by the entire scenario, she watched out of the corner of her eye as her companion responded first, waving in a friendly manner. Revealing his name to be Tommy as he offered to take care of her wounds, she fixed him with her most charming smile as he continued to babble, her ego rising as he noticeably calmed down in the process. As she started to step forwards to 'graciously' accept his offer, her smile dimmed and her senses went to alert as she heard the faint chuckling of the creature down the path that they had came, seeming growing somewhat louder every few seconds. Turning her head to fix her companion with a convincingly worried expression, she watched as said companion inquired as to if there was any water in the infirmary. Narrowing her eyes in confusion as Tommy pointed to a desk, she watched pensively as her companion quickly went over to the desk and picked up two gallons of water from an apparent mini-fridge behind the desk. Moving to the side to allow her companion to walk past her in confusion, her eyes widened in wonder as her companion splashed every inch of the steel door with freezing water, before gently touching the wet door with the tips of her fingers and watching as every inch of water turned to ice, completely covering the door and reinforcing it by freezing the hinges of the door and some of the connected wall as well.
"That was incredible." She uttered, her voice breathless as she fixed her companion with a convincingly grateful look. In actuality, she had seen more badass uses of power, but morale always helped to draw them in. Sending her one last grateful look, she made her way over to a chair and propped herself into it, motioning with her head for Tommy to join her. "You mentioned being able to patch me up; I'd love it if you could try." She began, turning on the brave, but terrified charm once more. "Blood type? Umm...AB+, if I remember correctly from the doctors." She continued, making sure to throw in some nervous chuckles every now and then, before looking upwards to fix Tommy with a look. "This may be a bit um, weird, but...do you know a way out of here, at all?" She asked nervously, making sure to tread carefully for now. "It's just...this place is a nuthouse now; I doubt that they'll be able to get it back to what it was. And I...shouldn't be here. I need to get back, we all do. I noticed that you made quite an entrance." She continued, looking upwards briefly to acknowledge the hole in the ceiling. "Does that mean you know a way around this place? After all, I'm sure we'd have a better chance of getting out if we stuck together. We all have things we want to go back to; don't you?" She asked innocently, making sure to wince at her injuries every now and then for sympathy. "We'll need an answer quick, since from the sounds down the hall, we don't have a great deal of time. But if you get us to safety, we'll protect you as best we can. People like us three need to look out for each other." She continued, pouring all of her charm into this moment, not allowing herself to register how close she was cutting it and focusing on what she needed to do. For all intents and purposes, this could be it. "So-,"
"-what do you say?"
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Post by Deaths on Dec 1, 2016 22:26:05 GMT
That laugh snapped Tommy out of his bashfulness, dread fills his face as he stares down the hall. Then the ghost woman sprang...well more floated into action. She froze the door like it was nothing, Tommy's feelings of being outclassed intensified. A moment of doubt fills him, these two were so much better than him so much more useful. He'd just slow them down, more thoughts fill his head as he absentmindedly grabs supplies. Turning he sees Elizabeth sit down motioning him to come over. His fears melt away as he looks upon her, life is a little bit better when she's around.
"I can at least bandage the wound. Then we can go through the vents. I've followed Snowball through those vents hundreds of times." A confident smile crosses his face, proud of himself for now. "I have an idea for a way out." He begins talking while moving towards Elizabeth, his hands subtly shaking as he gets closer almost as if a primal force is telling him to stay away. Just as he begins to think of the state of her mind her words begin to move him. She was just scared and in pain that would make sense, maybe there was some other freak messing with his powers. His mind desperately tries to convince itself to trust her. His hands calm as he begins to clean her wound, though his voice trembles a little while he stares at her face. "They got a supply transport today I'm no to sure whats on it." He looks away grabbing fresh bandages. "They are completely automated and leave at predetermined times if we can make it to there it would be a free ride out."
There was something to this woman. He can't stop looking away he barely acknowledges the existence of the nurse and the fog woman. It's like the only person in the whole was her. A pang of guilt hit him, thoughts of Snowball being lost in this hell fill his mind. Snapping him from the spell for a moment, he finishes patching her up and heads toward the hole in the ceiling.
"If he gives me a boost I can get back in there and pull you up." He states looking at her. "You can float up there right fog woman?" He ponders aloud. "Does that sound like a good idea?" He focuses back to the temptress with a look almost begging for validation.
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Post by snipsnap on Dec 2, 2016 5:44:43 GMT
Her face contorting into a grimace when Tommy called her 'fog woman' Drown replied somewhat angrily, "Call me Drown or August, anything but 'fog woman', and yes I'll manage just fine." Drown easily floated up into the vent and looked down on her companions from inside, huffing with a bit of annoyed twinge inflicted. She rolled her eyes as Tommy practically drooled over Elizabeth. She vaguely wondered if she appeared that way a few moments ago in the hall. Drown shook her head, physically trying to rid herself of these thoughts as she noticed the nurse lock himself in one of the medical cells. Probably the smarter move for a normie like him. Richard shouted, " I'm not taking up with a bunch of crazy Freaks like you three! Reinforcements are coming from the surface and they're going to kill all of you so for me this is just a waiting game." And with that he hid beneath the bed, waiting for rescue. She frowned as she looked back inside the wardrobe and saw his communicator there. Pointing down at it she said, "We should take that, so we can figure out what the guards are doing and so we can easily avoid them."
She didn't particularly care about the nurse abandoning their cause, in the end he would've only been more blood on her hands and he's more likely to survive if he /isn't/ a highly expendable part of their bandwagon. She wasn't trying to protect much more than her motley crew and that nurse would've only weighed them all down. And perhaps Jack might stop for a snack before chasing them through the vents; after what he did to the max security cells she was sure these would be a cakewalk to break open. The nurse's absence did however mean that he couldn't lift Tommy up into the vent, meaning whomever was the last person in here would run the risk of being left behind if not helped by the other two. Slyly looking down at her two comrades she wondered if Tommy would be dumb enough to let Elizabeth up first. Drown trusted Elizabeth, but all people will choose to save their own neck before someone else's.
Biting her lip, she focused on dropping the room's temperature, stopping when some of the water vapor particles in the air clumped together and turned into snowflakes. If freezer deterrent was used to control Jack whenever his cell was opened, perhaps it would slow him down here as well. Drown was worried though, she hadn't recreationally used her powers like this in a long time, and there was an abundance of water molecules at her disposal out here in the open. She could feel the waves above the facility beckoning every inch of her body, and the humidity had her heart racing. 'It was only a matter time', she thought, 'before whatever sense of control I have is lost. Hopefully I can do a lot better this time around.'
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Post by DodoDestroyer on Dec 3, 2016 0:26:47 GMT
In a separate cell block, Brooklyn sits cross legged in the middle of her cell. Her arms are wrapped around her torso in a hug, the straight jacket was specially made for her person. Normally she would be flattered by such treatment if the jacket wasn't designed to block out any electrical current whatsoever, never allowing a single bit of juice of charge into her body. It was incredibly annoying at first, them incredibly frustrating... now it's just incredibly boring.
She wonders how long she has been here now. Months? Maybe a year and a half? She lost count awhile ago and she really can not be bothered to start again. Why would she when it will inevitably inaccurate no matter what way she would go about it? She stares upwards to the plain concrete that makes up the ceiling above her. She wonders what it looks like? Surely not the absolute blackness she sees wherever she turns her head. Being a prison, she would guess be very dreary and depressing. That's what you would expect of a prison right? Dull colours and plain material, to emphasise of how screwed you are in this place.
She scoffs to herself. Unbelievable, wondering how her cell looks like. She has been in here without a charge for far too long. She keeps her ears sharp, constantly alert for an alien sound that doesn't fit into the usual sounds of the day that have become a consistent routine, barely ever changing.
Nothing to do but daydream about the open air out there, breathing in that fresh air that her lungs long to absorb.
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Post by projectekertest33 on Dec 3, 2016 10:21:52 GMT
Rat had lost his prey and that made him very, very cranky but from what he'd been hearing going on in the prison there would be plenty to go round but first things first he needed a knife and where did you find knives? Kitchens! You also found fire which, while not his favorite tool, could be put to good use particularly on any nearby faces.
(Mouse did the mental equivalent of throwing up but Rat was getting very good at ignoring him)
Rat followed the scent of food up through the prison stopping only on one occasion when he heard some guards approaching. He grinned even wider and letting out a small chuckle he dislocated his limbs.
(Mouse kept telling him that he should be screaming in pain but Rat felt nothing)
He folded himself up into a small air vent in the wall and waited for three of the four to pass. As the fourth comes level with the window he reaches out and hooking his fingers nicely under the man's chin rips off his lower jaw. The other guards turn their eyes widening, raising their guns but oh so slow. The second one dies as Rat shoves his own gun through his eye socket. The third one is practically ripped in half and the fourth... the fourth finds out how far in you can push a rib before it pierces your lung.
The first is still alive, although in great pain and losing blood rapidly, but Rat is already bored so leaves him to his slow fate and begins once again wandering towards the kitchen only occasionally stopping for some "Entertainment".
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Post by Alexodia on Dec 3, 2016 22:34:19 GMT
Fixing Tommy with a practiced look of gratefulness, she allowed herself at least some display of what was racing through her head; there was indeed a way out of here. From the sounds of it, it would take some planning and degree of confrontation with the guards if they elected not to be careful, but she was entirely unbothered about that. She now had a true goal to work towards; not only did she have a plan to get out of here, she knew how she was going to do it. She had a few ideas for what happened once she was outside of this goddamn place, but she couldn't implement them until she was outside. She was still mulling over some potential ideas as her companion floated up into the vent as if she was made of pure air, her expression a mix between concentration and indifference as if this was no big deal to her. She felt her eyebrows rise in surprise; okay, admittedly that caught her off-guard. Not often she doesn't notice things like that, she must not have been paying attention. She felt her anger rise in her stomach at her companions audacity to make her lose her concentration like she did; she didn't deserve to even be around her, she was lucky that she needed to keep this charade up until she no longer had to. Turning back to Tommy ready to begin speaking once more, her attention was diverted by the sounds of the male nurse yelling out. Snapping her head to the side in confusion, she watched as the nurse darted over to the other side of the room, before pulling the curtain around the bed to shield himself from the three of them, darting under the bed as he continued to spout drivel about people rescuing him. It took a lot for her to avoid curling her mouth into a patronising smirk; it really was adorable, wasn't it?
"Tommy?" She asked absentmindedly, keeping her gaze on the curtains that the nurse had drawn. "August mentioned something in the wardrobe that the nurse had been hiding in; probably a communicator. If you could get that," she continued, making a point to wince as she propped herself back up onto her feet and drawing herself up to her full height, towering over Tommy by several inches. "I'll talk to the nurse for us and see if he can help us get up to that vent in any way. He's scared right now, but if we warn him of what's chasing us, then he may be more inclined to help us. Then we can get out of here." She finished with a smile towards Tommy, before turning around and heading slowly towards the nurse hiding under the bed on the other side of the room, her shoes deliberately clacking against the floor as she walked. Her gaze determined, she reached out and pulled the curtain back, ignoring the shriek of fear from the nurse who noticeably curled up underneath the bed even more. Walking over the the middle of the bed and squatting down, she leveled her eyes at the nurse, who appeared to be trying very hard to convince himself that she wasn't there. Furrowing her eyebrows in concern just in case either of her companions were watching her, she leaned forwards slightly.
"Nurse...Shaw," she began, managing to make out the name on his uniform, ignoring how he seemed to curl up even more at her voice. "I need to talk to you."
"No! Go away! I'm just waiting here until somebody rescues me; I'm not going anywhere with you!" He wailed, his voice wobbly as if he was trying with all of his might to inject some confidence into it. Resisting the urge to burst out laughing and drag him out by the scruff of his neck, she slowly lowered herself onto her belly and started crawling under the bed with him silently, taking care not to make a sound since he was too preoccupied with curling himself into a ball to see what she was doing. Once she was several inches away from him, she pointedly cleared her throat. Stifling a laugh as he instantly jumped like a terrified cat and went to bolt out of the bottom of the bed away from her, she waited until he had turned his position around slightly before reaching out and grabbing him by the head, her left hand situated under his jaw and clamping down with her thumb and fingers on each of his cheeks with her right hand behind his head, effectively locking him in place and preventing him from talking while forcing his head to look up at her in his prone position.
"I'm afraid I don't think you understand the situation here." She started, her voice low and intimidating, betraying all of the malice that she was capable of while simultaneously lowering her voice to keep the conversation between the two of them, her ego purring once more as the nurses expression devolved into one of abject terror. "You see...you seem to be under the impression that if you don't help me, that you will still be here to accept the help of those reinforcements you mentioned. Well, I don't know what on Earth gave you that expression, but you seem to be misinformed about the situation, so allow me to enlighten you." She continued, smiling sadistically at the nurses terror as her eyes lit up in cruelty. It wasn't often she got to do this. "You are going to do exactly 100% of what I tell you to do from now until I say otherwise, because if you do not, I will not just kill you. I will hurt you beyond anything you can imagine. I will break every bone in your body that I can find. I will flay the skin off of your bones. I will douse your limbs and appendages in sulphuric acid until they are no longer recognisable. And that's only the beginning of what I will do to you, but first? First I will hunt down every single member of your family." She added, her adrenaline rising as the nurse began to squeal in protest, his eyes widening even more in a terrified plea. Keeping her strong grip on his head locked tight, she continued with a murderous gaze. "I will find them, and I will make sure that you watch every single one of them die screaming in agony before I finally do the same to you. Believe me when I tell you now that you will not have the chance to wait for reinforcements; I'm still rather baffled that you thought for a second that we would simply leave you. Whatever your reasoning, it doesn't really matter much, now does it? Now...you're going to help us get up to that vent. You're going to help us do that, and then you're going to wait for whatever instructions that I give you. And you will not breathe a word of our little conversation here to the others. Understand?" She asked quietly, her voice deliberately taking on a condescending tone as if she was talking to a child. Mockingly tilted her head to the side like a curious animal, she grinned sadistically as the wide-eyed nurse frantically nodded in terror. "Well then." She mused out loud, releasing her grip on the nurses head and watching his head slam to the floor, merely letting out a single grunt of discomfort, not daring to make a sound and looking at her chin in terror, too afraid to meet her eyes. After waiting in silence for several seconds to wait for him to shout out, she sent him a chilling smile when he did not, her eyes cruel. Winking at him as she pushed herself from under the bed to the regular room, she swiftly pushed herself to her feet as her face morphed into an expression of nervous normality once more. Heading back over to the table she had sat at before, she cast her eyes upwards to look at her companion in the vents, a confused expression on her face.
"Umm, August?" She asked in a baffled tone, sounding all the more believable since she was confused herself. "...Why is it snowing in here?"
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Post by DodoDestroyer on Dec 4, 2016 0:54:07 GMT
Moments go by and Brooke begins to feel something is... Off. After a thirty minute gap between the trivial chatter of two guards whose names she learnt as Richard and Alex, a trio of guards walk to her cell to deliver her meal. She isn't trusted much to be around a cafeteria, or are all the prisoners treated in by such a manner? Permanently staying inside her cell with their requirements delivered to them? Another thought to ponder. Regardless, the trio are never late, not even by a second. These guys just love their consistency.
Yet there is no sound of footsteps, walking in unison, nor the rustling of their armoured uniforms as they walk... there is just silence...
Before her curiosity takes ahold of her movements, there's footsteps. Late for the first time? Oh she will have fun taunting them about this, maybe she will get a rise out of them this time?... she furrows her brows in confusion after this thought passes her mind. There's only two pairs of footsteps approaching. After two minutes, the familiar sound of her door is opened and the footsteps come in.
"Warden. Conduit is accounted for, her cell block hasn't been hit yet." a feminine voice speaks, into a radio or earpiece no doubt.
"Are... are you sure sir? We don't have any other room that is... yes, I understand, sir." She sounds anxious. Another room? Maybe a transfer? And what in the world did she mean by her cell block hasn't been hit? Barely ten minutes have passed and already nothing makes sense.
"Get up, Freak." The voice speaks again, towards Brooke this time. Freak... She always viewed that word with disgust. Why not enhanced? Or gifted? Or just plain fucking Darwin? Jeez... With a sigh, Brooke stands to her feet. She hears a rustle from the other pair of footsteps nearer to the cell door. They must be priming a weapon... well, she can't really--
Brooke's blind eyes turn to the armed person, eyes widening with a familiar sensation that she hasn't felt for a long, long time... the nag in the back of her head and the pull in her chest towards whatever is in the guard's hands... Energy... it's some kind of weapon powered by it. There is no mistake. These can't be her regular guards, they would never carry such equipment near her and with whatever has them spooked, these unfamiliars may have overlooked the details of Brooke's powers.
She needs to get hit by it. She needs to...
"Well aren't you just a pair of paranoids?" Brooke says, her heavy South American accents sounds so alien to her. The first she has spoken in a long time. "Come now, why don't you tell me what this is all about? I've been a good girl." Her lips curl into a smirk as she says the words mockingly. "Move." The voice speaks again, which she will name 'words' for now and the other, armed guard shall be 'shakey' since the weapon in their hands rattles ever so slightly. Not like them for these tough nails to be nervous... something must have them spooked.
"Naaah. I like it here." Brooke says, head still turned towards shakey and takes a step forward. Shakey sounds like he took a step back, the rattling grows louder, she grins as she keeps getting closer... "What's the matter sweetheart? Brooke can't hurt you. She's all tied--"
Words cuts Brooke off by yelling out a surprised "Don't!" Something smacks into her chest and spreads. She feels it tear through the straight jacket and onto her flesh... The blast seeps into Brooke's skin and begins to jump across every nerve, giving her a wave of dizzying euphoria as the familiar feeling of electricity surges through every inch of her, lighting up her veins and eyes like fluorescent glows of deep and light blue, illuminating her flesh as well. The darkness suddenly bursts with the colours of blue, white and purple, seeing every electron travelling in word's and shakey's body and creating the outlines of their figures. Judging by their posture, they look terrified.
Brooke feels so... Fucking... Good.
She feels her strength returning just a little. She tests it, pulling on her straight jacket sleeves until the clips snap into pieces, freeing her arms. Words speaks fast into her communicator as shakey looks like they're ready to book it out of here. As they do, Brooke uses her freed limbs to tear off the rest of the jacket with minimal effort. Her electrified flesh burns the rest of her prison uniform into ash. Brooke mentally thanks whoever had the idea to give her the privilege of resistent pants.. Shame about her now bare torso though... In all of the ten seconds that this happened, Brooke feels like she has spent enough time standing around. She lunges for shakey and smothers their face with her hands, she watches the currents flow through his system and begin to create an erratic dance of chaos as they scream. She smells the putrid smoke of burning flesh and releases her vice grip on them. She spins around to words, who is already turning around to close the cell and lock them both in. How noble of a sacrifice that is... Shame it won't make a difference. Brooke jabs two fingers into her chest, her whole body seizes up and arms stiffen at her sides, dropping to the floor like a ragdoll. The light of her electrons dim and quickly die out.
Brooke takes hold of the strange stun/pulse rifle and absorbs the rest of the energy from it, coming close to passing out from the climatic feeling of it surging through her. She needs more power to access the rest of her abilities, but this will suffice. As she takes a step out, she sucks in the clear air and lets it caress her lungs, closing her eyes and enjoying this feeling for a moment.
It cannot last, she has a lot of work to do before she can hope to get out of this place. With her new sight she strides through the hallways and rooms, willing to decimate anything that tries to stall her. Words made it out like there's some sort of prison break in another block... She needs other Darwins to help her escape and her charming little personality will win their approval... Maybe. She hasn't got enough charge to bust the other cells in here, hopefully she will find the other escapees during her wanders.
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Post by snipsnap on Dec 4, 2016 3:08:58 GMT
"I have theory that Jack is a bit averse to ice and the cold, so I figured a little winter wonderland could help get us a head start," August let the words float down from the vent towards Elizabeth with a smile. Her mouth hung open in surprise however, when she saw the nurse climb out from under the bed, albeit nervously, and once again become a part of their team. She quickly shut her mouth, that whole thing about flies and whatnot springing to her mind. Interesting, very interesting. The nurse shambled back to the center of the room, seemingly awaiting orders from any one of them. Tuning her ears to the noises that echoed through the vents, she noticed lots more alarms were starting to go off, no longer just the max security ones. The guards are gonna be spread too thin soon enough, and then it'll just be a matter of picking them off one, by, one. Drown flicked her fingers in time with her little mental countdown of the dwindling guard population before becoming astonished at her own thoughts. How could she think of people that way? As obstacles and not as fathers, mothers, sisters, brothers? A little voice in the back of her head whispered, 'You didn't think of that when you released your rage on your town.' Drown bit her lip, unable to deny the out of body experience that moment had given her. How free she felt, even if it cost innocent lives.
Closing her eyes and releasing a deep sigh, she shifted her focus back to the snow in the room, swirling it about lazily, not allowing it to hit the ground. She added in an unintentionally apathetic voice, "I would like to leave before I can test my hypothesis however, so I'm ready to go when you are." She motioned to the nurse, and as she expected he knelt down and offered his interlaced hands for Elizabeth and Tommy to climb up on. 'Must have been one hell of a motivational speech', August mused.
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Post by Deaths on Dec 4, 2016 18:49:27 GMT
"Sorry I didn't..." Tommy begins to whisper to himself as Drown floats by. Nervously cracking his fingers while waiting for Elizabeth's response, hoping that his plan would work. With someone as amazing as her around they can't fail. Her voice snaps him out of his thoughts he follows her orders like a well behaved puppy. Trusting Elizabeth to help the nurse see reason he approaches Drown. "I'm sorry about the fog woman thing I didn't mean anything by it I'm really sorry." His words come out so fast they might as well been one word ,he looks at his hands and fiddles with the communicator while speaking. "I'm kind of bad when it comes to people, but we really need to get along so are we ok?" He continues keeping his head down while he speaks.
Feeling the chill in the air he looks around, amazed by the snow fall, a wave of nostalgia washes over him. Memories of his last Christmas at hope, it was a cold one that year so the train had more visitors then normal. Snowball had gotten lost the day before and gathered a whole bunch of friends together to find his way home. Snowball was always good at making friends no matter who or what they were. A sad expression falls on his face a sense of loss still covers. Elizabeth's voice does break that feeling a bit, but he can't lose the frown. Turning around he see's the nurse offer a helping hand.
"I'll go first so you guys can follow me. I can get us as far as the entrance to max security. The vents get to small for us once we move to medium security." With a sigh he climbs into the vent assisted, by the nurse. "Sorry if I go through you." He pauses mid crawl when he encounters Drown. Spinning himself around he lowers his hand for Elizabeth, his eyes fixed on the door. "Lets hope this snow thing works. If we are lucky he will get bored with us, and go do whatever evil thing he's planning." Tommy tries to reassure himself more than anyone else.
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Post by Alexodia on Dec 8, 2016 0:34:27 GMT
Raising her eyebrows as she reached up to grab Tommy's hand, she gripped it with more strength than usual in order to both ensure her grip on his hand and to provide him with a little reminder of her strength as she hoisted herself up into the vent, letting go of Tommy's hand once her chest rose past the metal opening. Setting her hands onto the steel, she pushed with the palm of her hands and expertly hoisted herself up into the vent, her tall stature forcing her to squat down rather than simply bending over. Looking down, she saw the nurse bolting back to the bed he had been hiding in, diving under it and vanishing in seemingly record time.
"Okay, I've done what you asked! Now pl-please go!" He yelled at them, his voice still shaky in fear. Fighting the urge to raise an eyebrow in amusement at his terror, she wordlessly turned around and started heading down the vent, trusting her two companions to follow her down the maze-like series of vents. She had 'convinced' the nurse to help them, of course, but she was so forgetful sometimes; she had totally forgotten to mention to savage creature pursuing them extremely close behind, hadn't she? Oh well, she mused silently. He'll find out later. Coming to a crossroads within the vents where one way went left, the other way went right and a third way led straight ahead, she looked over her shoulder with slight difficulty.
"Well then, Tommy." She began kindly, making sure to inject a sound of nervousness into her voice as she spoke. "You're the guide here. Where to?"
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Post by Deaths on Dec 8, 2016 1:19:51 GMT
A feeling of guilt grows over Tommy as he see's the nurse crawl away. They couldn't leave him there, if he was lucky he'd just be killed. No one should be left behind at the very least they should let him get into the vents and let him figure it out from there. A sullen look falls across his face as he helps Elizabeth get into the vent. A lump was in his throat, he was afraid of her when ever she got close. Not just a primal fear of her like a mouse sitting next to a cat, but a nervousness one gets when they sit to close to a crush. She tells him to guide her, so his body begins to crawl forward. Deep down every part of him screams at itself.
"We need to help him." A voice yells in his head. "You don't turn anyone who needs help down, you can't start now." The voice continues the faces of his family appears. "I know you want to go home, but so does he. He isn't just a nurse, he's a person with a life." He closes his eyes as he comes to a full stop sitting at the junction of the vents. The left path lead to the way out, he turns his body and begins to crawl that way. Lifelessly he moves, his body was controlled more by her than himself. He struggles against himself, and stops turning himself around looking at Elizabeth in the eyes, for a second he averts his gaze immediately.
"We can't leave him there, can we? I mean if he's lucky they will kill him quick. I-I-I" He stutters feeling her gaze upon him as he looks at the floor. "I don't think he will be that lucky." He whispers through his teeth afraid to speak up, he plays with his fingers while his body language screams nervousness.
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Post by snipsnap on Dec 8, 2016 2:06:45 GMT
Drown carefully tried to get out of her companions respective paths up into the vent as much as possible, but knew that they would inevitably have to phase through some portion of her body. She wrinkled her nose a bit as she felt each of them faze through her leg; it was a feeling she would never get used to. Drown smiled at Tommy however as he passed, gently chirped, "Just remember it's August, and we'll be fine and dandy." Drown noticed the nurse left at in the infirmary and the way Elizabeth just kept trudging through the vent, not once looking back. She bit her lip, looking down at their frightened companion. But when neither one of her crew seemed to do anything, Drown followed complacently, a slow anxiety beginning to burn in the pit of her stomach. 'You've always been spineless and meek. Say something August! SAY SOMETHING' Despite her thoughts she remained silent, kept her head low, and kept marching forward. Or well, floating forwards. She was so focused on not focusing that she almost bumped right into Elizabeth when their guide stopped. Tommy didn't want to leave the nurse behind. He wanted to go back.
Drown was about to open her mouth when she felt something crackling through the air, a sensation she was not readily trying to reacquaint herself with. Feeling out through the vapors, she felt them being charged. Someone here can control electricity. 'Best to stay far away,' Drown thought to herself.
Coming back to her current situation, however much Drown did want to see him live, she also understood how much of a risk it would be to go back for him let alone have him tag along. For all they knew they'd risk their own necks to save him now, just for him to die later. She couldn't see a bright outcome for the nurse no matter how much she tried, or how much her heart wanted it to be so. "You'd put us all at risk if you go back for him. And for the moment, Jack is focused on us, he might not take the quick kill, especially if he hides."
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Post by DodoDestroyer on Dec 8, 2016 7:58:05 GMT
Meanwhile, Brooke continues to venture forward. She follows the pulsing trails of electric currents that should lead her to the main power source of the Isolation Block of Max Security. She finds the power source, she can absorb it. Once she absorbs it, she knocks out any use of security measures and lockdowns that prevent her progress and gain full use of her abilities again. Brooke sees that as a win-win situation.
As she nears the source, her well tuned ears catch a sound separated from the blaring alarm and crackling of electricity on her flesh. It is above her, the vents to be more specific. Groups of shuffling that too large to be a family of rats. She is about to look upwards to identify the creator of sound when something else catches her ears. A parade of footsteps, urgent yet without recklessness. Bulky from heavy equipment. Soon, roughly five new shapes come into view in front of her and blocking her path to her destination. She sees the electrons darting through human bodies, but accompanied by several other currents that are too strong to be biological. Power armour, she is sure of. Let's not forget the size of the guns that would make Texas proud. She isn't exactly sure what kind of gun, but it's not the kind that tickles or she can absorb...
That heavy power armour is another story...
"We order you to stand down, Freak! Or we will use lethal force!" The one from the middle shouts in a booming, deep voice, obviously the guard captain of this little death squad. Brooke sneers a little at the word Freak, but she can't lash out over it when she's outgunned and outnumbered with little charge. Instead, she casually raises her hands in the air. "Not sure how you can stand down guard captain since you only stand up, but I'll surrender if you like?" She says with her sneer morphing into a smirk, her voice buzzing with a electricity and gives a faint robotic sound to her heavy accent.
The guards look from one another in confusion, one even mumbling something along the lines of "That was easy." With a nod of his head, the Guard Captain sends two of the men over to Brooke while the three remain I'm position and weapons trained. One guard comes up behind her and takes out some dampener cuffs while the other stands at her side, barrel of his gun point at her temples. Unfortunately, Brooke's movement is quicker than their reaction time when charged... She immediately claps her hands together when they feel a little less tense, creating something similar to an electro magnetic pulse and a shockwave combined. It slams into ever inch of the room. Cracking walls, anything that isn't bolted down becomes airborne and the squad is thrown in every direction, one even catapults into the ceiling, dropping their weapons and deactivating the armour for a moment, but a moment is all that Brooke needs. Her veins begin to dim in their brilliant light, that move took a lot out of her but it was a gamble that paid off as she sees the two prone energy banks at her feet. She tears off the control panels of the suits and grabs fistfuls of exposed wires. The same rush of euphoria overcomes her the electricity dances their way through her hands, across her nerves and begin swirling in her chest, feeling like the comforting warmth of a flesh weaver working on your wounds, her veins become brighter than before. This is far more than what she got from the rifle!
She sees the shapes beginning to brighten up, their armour must have rebooted rather quickly. Far too late anyway.
Brooke holds her hands with a small space between them, arcs jump around from finger to finger, looking like a weave of erratic mayhem until a ball of lightning starts to form. "Let's get this over with." She growls and throws the ball to the men, it hits the guard captain dead center in the chest, creating a gaping hole of black, charred flesh. As quick as it makes contact, the ball shoots out two chains of lightning and hits the other two in their exposed heads, liquefying their brains and killing them in an instant.
Brooke leaves the other two, helplessly imprisoned in their now inactive armour like they are trapped in a coffin of steel. She whistles a cheerful tune as she looks the guard captain's body, still twitching with sparks of electricity that she sees. Barely anything is of use to her since it is destroyed as soon as she touches it, but the suit he wears underneath the armour as she pries it open doesn't react to her touch. She decides to strip the Captain of his torso piece of gloves, feeling a lot less naked now and can grab hold of things without turning into a fried mess. With the new charge level, her vision sees the currents more clearly, radiating outwards and creating the outlines of the previously unseen world. It's a lot less detailed than a normal person would see, but at least she won't be blind in a place dead with energy at least.
She now finds what she started to search for. With the control panel, she punches through the cover and begins to siphon every last drop. The whole ward goes dark for a moment, then backs up to emergency power, her own body radiating with energy allows her to still see. The place will probably be back up to full strength thanks to the renewable source from the trees, but that will take awhile. She also hears several cell doors being opened, smashed open and bended. She smiles to herself.
"There's something to keep the rest of the guard busy." Brooke thinks to herself, she faces the large reinforced door that leads out of Max, wondering how the heck to wrench that open with her current strength levels..
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Post by Snoe on Dec 10, 2016 20:10:31 GMT
Jack moved onward toward the other escapees the doors being shut and barred with an extra icy blockade. Bringing a hand to his chin in thought recalling the ice girl that his cell mate had talked about.
Ice like fire always had to be thought around. Brute force was the way forward no tricks required. That'd also give them some time to scurry away like mice... exhausting but this path may prove beneficial.
Hauling back and driving a fist forward the door crackled. The ice permeating the metal, ice was odd that way weakening everything but itself. Again and again he struck, knuckles bloody yet stitching closed between the many blows as he finally broke through the barrier.
The room was empty sadly enough, no fight to be found in here. Hack turned to whomever decided to follow. "Do you know where the morgue lock up is?"
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