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Post by projectekertest33 on Nov 16, 2016 23:42:12 GMT
Rat could smell the blood and hear the screams of pain (Mouse couldn't but then Mouse was a pathetic ball of nerves and weakness who shied away from the true delights of life). Something in the food was holding Rat back but it wouldn't last forever, he was learning to carefully martial his strength and now all he needed was an opening and then... well he'd make whatever was going on upstairs seem like child's play. In the meantime he was very interested in the thing next door, Mouse was trying to be friends with it but Rat recognized it as something without the need or capacity for friendship, what was slightly more worrying was that he's pretty sure the monster smelling of blood had recognized him...
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Post by Snoe on Nov 17, 2016 4:12:20 GMT
Jack leafed tow the next page in his book as the nervous little mouse speaks and asks questions, seems fair enough, silence gets boring but the second Jack heard that voice talk to the librarian you could sense the darkness begging to get out and rip her limb from limb. Jack knew the type, the first statement “Liar...” The way he said it seemed slow and non-commital yet somewhere within them said ‘don’t dare do it again’.
What did Jack do to get here? Thought everyone knew the story of Smiling Jack. “Six-Hundred-Sixty-Two assisted suicides.” Meaning he’d killed 662 people that brought it upon themselves by getting in his way.
Jack had been an assassin for his father Miles Carnegan since his sixteenth birthday and training for it most of his childhood... problem was with his ‘gifts’ Jack had become addicted to the killing. He started looking for the most powerful Darwins and worked his way up from one to another until he ran into the worst of the worst; Kreagan the only Darwin with a higher bodycount than him but this was before the beast had gone totally off the deep end. Then again Jack may have done something to warp the big guy’s perspective. Kreagan left Jack for dead and then he was summarily delivered to Drenched heights...
The sounds outside caught Jack’s ear, he’d gotten up from his seat and pressed a hand to the door. His cell practically airtight. Jack despised humans namely ones who tried to lord it over their betters... or worse commited some hienous act upon Darwins...
Even with a dampening bracelet Jacks powers couldn’t easily be contained. One would notice a black line dribbling across the floor outside his cell as the guards came dragging their victim to their cell. One stepped on the line which whipped to life wrapping around the legg and spiraling up violently and tightly shredding all it touched up to its neck and reversing with the same lethal force... that’s one. Jack sat back down his power spent as forcing that meager dribble of blood out there took quite a bit out of him.
“Vermin.” Jack muttered before going back to his reading.
Meanwhile*
Silic sat in its cell as another inmate aimed to help him... having over heard his proposal. “Ooo another kiddy chasing the ice cream truck, how nice... But with that jewelry how are you going to be useful to me?” Silic had gone after those not wearing them for a reason, their powers weren’t being withheld and so few criminal Darwins knew enough not to show off.
Silic drifted to the bars tossing off the prison rags and then turning into dust while the guards weren’t in the area and reforming infront of this new one in Silic’s true form, a claw pressed gently under the other’s chin “And eaves dropping is awfully rude you know.” Silic smiled toying with him feeling a litte murdery after that guard... “OH and I don’t think they’ll be back for a while.” Silic chuckled remembering giving that guard an unclose moment... breathing shards of himself into the other’s lungs just before a test... micro-scopic razors puncturing those soft lungs “Resperatory failure is such a problem for you fleshy things.” The guard would be sprawled on the floor by now coughing up blood, he’d live if he got to the infirmary quickly... oh how vulnerable they were brought down by something they can’t see “Just precious right?”
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Post by lexa on Nov 17, 2016 6:32:24 GMT
She knew it had to be something big.
Her fingers tapped impatiently as she bid her time, hearing the sound of her polished manicured nails against the right window of her stolen car. She would do it. She would kill the warden.
As it turns out, murdering someone when you have the gift of not being seen saves a lot of trouble. Lucy was never one for careful planning, she craved execution. One month was long enough for her to know that, at exactly 21 PM of a Friday night, mind altering swig Terry James, warden of the dreaded Drenched Heights Prison, would leave his beloved job and go straight to Natural Selection, his favorite bar. After all, how can someone run a place like that without some liquid reward?
Her palms were sweaty, and for just a moment, Lucy thought herself not capable of killing. She was no murderer. She never used her Freak status for anything other than occasional robberies and free passes to exclusive night clubs. For all intents and purposes, she never physically harmed anyone, Krav Maga lessons aside. And yet, here she was, ready to kill one of the most powerful men in Alantus.
It's been five minutes since the target entered the bar, long enough for him to greet his usual groupies and order his bottle of Macallan. Lucy let out a sigh, opening the door. The redhead focused on passing the electromagnetic wave detector before entering.
Security was heavier on weekends, she noticed. Tonight, five impossibly tall men with expensive black suits and the cliche sun glasses stood stoic, watching the never-ending line of people trying to enter. Lucy was sure they were swigs, especially trained to deal with the rich and famous.
It was a fine line, really. She'd have to publicly murder Terry James without being killed by his goons, making herself guilty enough to go to Drenched Heights. Such a feat unachievable if not for the presence of Josh Nolan, another regular and local hotshot law enforcer with admirable moral compass, who will definitely see to it that Lucy gets locked away at the very place her victim was admired and respected. By staff, anyway.
It wasn't long before she spotted him. Terry James was handsome, she'd give him that, his close cropped blonde hair and his piercing grey eyes were enough for him to never pay a prostitute a day of his life. He still did it, though, point made by a jet black-haired woman fake laughing at something he said, his right hand caressing her tight as the other gestured around. Three bodyguards kept fair distance of him, but still close enough to interfere an imminent threat, but Lucy was no imminent.
She observed, unsure of the murder weapon. It would be so easy to just poison the man and watch him choke, but there would be plenty of suspects for that. No, the message needed to be clear. Sweet Disposition was playing on the background, and Lucy realized that was probably the best soundtrack possible.
She made her way to the busy bartenders, grabbing a knife that smelled like strawberries. She checked Josh Nolan's place, sat on a stool and oh so clearly flirting with a guy. Lucy dodged a path to Terry, being very careful about not touching anyone. It would be bloody, realisation dawning her as she eyed the sharp knife. Throat, maybe? Eyes? Or just go straight for the brain?
She heard the delayed scream of the hooker after swiftly dragging the knife across Terry James's throat. The adrenaline was pumping and she could feel her heart beating loudly. She just killed a man and had blood splattered on her ugg boots. Making herself seen, Lucy knew she had little time to defend herself from possible attackers, fake trying to escape and actually getting caught.
It happened way too fast, but seemed like forever before she felt real pain, tackled down by what was crushing weight; she could not breath and her eyes got blurry, the music still pounding on her left ear and the taste of iron lingering on her mouth.
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Post by silent15 on Nov 17, 2016 12:00:10 GMT
Svante swallowed nervously, feeling Silic's claw digging into his skin. He knew that this one wasn't all there in the head, but he was starting to suspect that he had grossly underestimated how crazy this one was.
"Who said I needed my power to be useful?" He asked Silic, praying that a little bravado was the way to go with this one. "Wouldn't be the first time I've broken into somewhere that had dampeners. It was one of the big field generator ones but the effect was much the same. Of course, if you happen to know a way to get rid of this thing, I won't complain. And as for eavesdropping, I think that's the least of either of our sins. This isn't exactly a building of full of angels after all."
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Post by projectekertest33 on Nov 17, 2016 12:55:44 GMT
Mouse heard the scream from corridor and hid under his bunk hugging his legs "It's okay. Everything's okay. I'm in control." He decided that it would be best if he didn't try to talk to his neighbour again if he could kill a guard from inside his cell who knew what he would do to mouse.
Rat was trembling with glee Oh what a fun neighbour he'd been given! 662? Rat didn't keep count but even with that town he'd razed he doubted he was up to 662! Or he supposed 663 now given what he could smell from the corridor.
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Post by Snoe on Nov 17, 2016 16:05:16 GMT
Silic smirked at the new guy wildly "Gotcha!" Giggling and drifting back "I wouldn't kill you...outside my cell." It was always hard to tell if Silic was teasing or not. "So where's your cell?" And that's usually when people got nervous.
"I can Prolly deactivate that...or break it." Yeah probably break it "So how much didja hear bout my plan sweetness?"
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Post by silent15 on Nov 17, 2016 16:22:13 GMT
Svante let out a breath he didn't he'd been holding as Silic backed away slightly. Rubbing his neck he answered the strange creature. "I heard enough. We're to help you find a certain someone in solitary. And then you're leaving somehow and if we can keep up then we can use the same route." He shrugged, "Better odds than I had this time yesterday."
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Post by Snoe on Nov 17, 2016 16:42:47 GMT
"Good!Though you might wanna know that it'd be Smiling Jack we're busting out..." Silic extends hand and grabs the braceleted wrist "other than that it's good to get out sooner, cause down here there are very few rules in terms of human testing." Silic warned from previous trips down here... smuggling Jobs mostly.
Secondly do you know where they moved the colony area too? Y'KNOW the mini prison town where you good behavior folks wander about? We'll need to get there it's the easiest way out and I want you to do some recruiting." Silic's glass slipped into the cracks of the bracelet shredding the sensitive wires to all but the ON light. "There we go... but before you leave wanna Hava tumble in the sack?" Silic just threw it out there to see the other squirm.
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jackygirl
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Post by jackygirl on Nov 17, 2016 17:21:33 GMT
Hebi woke to the familiar sound of a man in pain, probably someone had been stabbed for their gruel. She wondered how long it would take for Silic to put together this plan and if she would ending having to kill the... man? Woman? It was so hard to tell with Freaks that could shape-shift.
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Post by Alexodia on Nov 17, 2016 18:41:09 GMT
Letting out an grunt of pain louder than she would have liked, her head slammed into the corner of the hallway as the guards roughly continued to drag her through the hallway into solitary. The air growing colder around her, she remembered the unceremonious stop they'd made a few minutes back when they'd opened a door and thrown her in with no degree of comfort, watching her tumble onto the floor painfully. Then they'd so kindly collectively decided to beat the crap out of her with their batons. Opening up more than one wound across her flesh, one caught her right across her left cheek and split her skin open before they finally decided she'd had enough; it wasn't hard to discern that it was a preventative measure of sorts when they then forcibly locked her into the straitjacket once more, this time tightening it to the point that it was uncomfortable, before grabbing her by the straps at the back of the straitjacket before dragging her out of the room as roughly as before, once more in the direction of solitary.
None of the guards had elected to leave her side since the incident, which was flattering, but it also meant that it hurt a hell of a lot more when they beat the pulp out of her. Fuck this bracelet; fuck this place, fuck her bracelet and fuck absolutely everything that she had to do or anyone that she had to see before she could get this thing off of her wrist; she looked like fucking Wonder Woman with that thing, only it made everything better for her. When she got that thing off, she was going to find every single one of these guards, run a hundred miles in any fucking direction of seabed, and leave them there to drown. Or better yet, get ripped apart by whatever the fuck was down here. And then she'd commence her escape. She'd run as far as she fucking could, but these cretins had long since signed their death warrants.
Hearing a door open in the distance, she saw that it was so cold down here that her breath had turned visible; they were at the bottom of the ocean after all, but they could have sprung for heating, like they did upstairs. But that was for the goody-goody prisoners. Not the prisoners like her, the really dangerous ones. Maybe being down here was worth it after all. She didn't even know who any of her new cellmates were, but the time was past gone to care. She doubted she would have anyway, as the guards approached her cell, their grip turning even rougher. Suddenly, her thoughts were interrupted by a scream coming from one of the guards, her head jerking sharply to the right as far as it could go. Watching in incredulity, truly stunned for the second time she had arrived, a guard had stepped on a black tendril which was now snaking its way up his body at an alarming pace, wrapping itself around his leg, then his waist, and then finally his neck, blood seeping from everywhere the tendril touched almost instantly. All but one of the other guards jumped back in alarm and screamed in terror, with the final one jumping back as well but managing to keep a firm grasp on the straps of the straitjacket, jerking her head back roughly. Still watching in amazement, the tendril snaked up the side of his face one last time, before swiftly darting back down the guards body, following the exact path whence it came almost faster than she could blink in this unbelievably slow body, slipping back into the cell directly across from hers. Stunned, she looked back up from where the black tendril had disappeared.
The guard was nothing short of mangled; his uniform torn and ragged, every single inch of flesh and bloody muscle the tendril had touched was now open and pulsing, his entire body coated and slick with dark red blood. Breathing one last rattle amidst the cacophony of screams, the guard slumped to the floor, a bloody, meaty mess, bits and pieces of blood-soaked muscle and flesh surrounding him, severed from his body. That's all he was now; he stopped being human less than a minute ago. Meat. Suddenly roused by the jerking on her straitjacket, she felt herself be pulled back sharply and grabbed by another pair of hands and roughly tossed into the solitary cell, her "oomph" of momentary pain going unnoticed in the panic as the guards quickly locked her door and bolted down the hallway back into the realm of the regular prison, her breathing starting to even out as she heard the banging of footsteps growing fainter and fainter. Pushing herself up into a sitting position with difficulty due to her injuries, she set her feet on the floor and pushed backwards quickly in a backwards walking motion before she felt her back come into contact with the cell door, lolling her head back and resting the back of her skull on the steel, casting her eyes upward into the darkness.
That was...intense. Intense to say the fucking least. What kind of Darwins were down here that they could do that while clamped with a power bracelet? And especially to warrant such a reaction from the guards. Sure, it was unnerving, but they could have made a decision based on previous episodes whether their power would have been depleted after such a display. They didn't try to deal with it like they would every other prisoner; they just ran for their lives. But perhaps that had never happened before. Oh, but they'd be terrified, wouldn't they? She had a habit of forgetting that the rest of humanity reacted so much more strongly than she ever felt inside. Humans and Darwins alike were terrified little creatures. She always considered herself in the lucky position of not feeling such an emotion as opposed to the rest of humanity. Among other emotions. But this...this was unnerving at the very least. And she was down here with this creature. She wasn't sure what would happen, but it was rather an exciting prospect. Although it did attack the cretins, she mused, as she felt her eyes intensify with a burning objection at the affront she had been dealt, somewhat surprised that the fire in her gaze didn't light up the pitch black room. Her cretins. She'd already made a promise that the insects that dragged her here would be dealt with by her, and she would take the necessary retribution once she was able. But this...thing had now made that impossible. It had stolen her right to provide balance to the injustice she had been dealt. The thing across from her had won her contempt, but it had not yet earned her grudge. Right now, the creature was more powerful than her; possible confrontation was not wise. Plus, it didn't have a problem with her; there was no need to create one, even when she had her powers back. She'd take her retribution, and then she'd take one of his kills. Simple; win-win.
Casting her gaze downward to look at the wall, she was reminded again of the fact that she couldn't see two inches in front of her face. She didn't know if the other cells had power; they were too airtight to see, meaning that there was probably an inconspicuous vent system in the room somewhere. Whether she'd get light eventually or not, she didn't know. She couldn't see a potential light source in the darkness. But for now, this was her home. Right where she wanted to be. And if she was to make the most of it, she would have to seize the moment, she wondered as she started curling her fingers on her hand to try and pry the bracelet off in any way.
If she was to take back what was hers...she'd better get to work.
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Post by Snoe on Nov 17, 2016 19:48:13 GMT
Jack heard them scurry like ants, it was rather amusing as opening the door to his cell even for punishment was a lethal prospect... though they'd likely come to seal that Crack he forced into the door. After the warden came to 'talk' about extending his stay.
Mouse sit huddled whimpering. Too weak to bother with in the usual fashion, and then there was the new resident bleeding across the way. Jack could sense the red dripping, "You're bleeding." His voice eerily clear although quiet in its own way.
It was long before the wretched smell of bleach fouled the smell of blood. Then the clicking shoes of the newest prison hot shot. Vice warden Gerrit a Swig with rock like flesh the heavy fist knocked on the door "Jack! What the hell?! You know this won't stand!!"
"What can you do little Vice Warden? Tell me." Jack spoke bluntly through the door, the Gerrit had nothing to threaten Jack with... "Best ask your dog's what they were doing to my new neighbor..."
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Post by silent15 on Nov 17, 2016 19:51:47 GMT
Svante raised an eyebrow at the sheer bluntness of Silic's proposal. For a couple of seconds he toyed with the idea of accepting, if only to see if he could catch Silic off guard for a change. (Some little treasonous part of his mind whispered that the shapeshifter was also oddly attractive.) Fortunately common sense prevailed, "As delightful as that offer sounds, I'm afraid I'm going to have to pass this time."
Stretching his hand out, Svante smiled, before experimentally phasing his hand through a nearby wall and continuing, his voice distorted by his powers "And about busting out Jack? If it means a shot at getting out of here, then I'd be willing to break out Satan himself."
Retracting his hand and deactivating his powers with the usual faint crack of air displacement he turned back to Silic and asked, "As for recruiting, any particular skills you want? Or just anyone interested in causing a bit a mayhem?"
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Post by Deaths on Nov 17, 2016 22:07:58 GMT
"Why am I here?" The question Tommy couldn't shake. "I woke up here and I continue to wake here, but this isn't home." Home was a nice broken train car down at the end of the number two line. This place was much nicer, free food a bed and even a shower what more could a person want! Regrettably all his friends except for Snowball are back home. "Jessy can handle the place, she's a good leader." He spoke to snowball trying to convince his albino mouse and himself that the family will be fine.
It was meal time for some of the other inmates they were making more noise than normal which made it difficult to go back to sleep. Tommy has more freedom than most being generally happy to be here never causing trouble and even helping a few of the guards win a couple of poker games has lowered the security measures on him. Extra rations and even the allowance of snowball are a few of the luxuries he enjoys. "Though why am I still with the more violent ones?" Tommy's mind weighed heavily enough that he sighed. The silence of his cell was broken up with guards yelling about feeding times things that don't affect him so he pays them no mind...but his curiosity gets the best of him.
A few guards walk by his cell with their weapons pointed towards another inmate. Tommy couldn't remember his name he never talked to anyone, and no one outside of the guards talked to him. One of the guards looked more nervous by the second a weaken emotional state makes things easier for him to jump. Pressing himself up against his cell door he debates if he should hitch a ride on this poor guard or not. He hasn't jumped into a person for a long time so he'd rather not. Right before they leave his vision he goes for it. For a measure of time to short to count everything goes dark.
Snowball never had a problem sharing bodies he was a good mouse and always eager to lend a helping paw. Tommy takes complete control and begins to scurry down the halls. The inmates that notice the mouse never bother him they've used him to run messages and even smuggle small items between cells. This respect was enough to ensure no harm comes to the little guy. Snowball built a little nest in one of the corners of the cafeteria made of wrappers string and a few pieces of clothing. This trash home made Tommy want out even more. Nostalgia from the smells and dank tugged at his heart.
Silent he observes watching waiting begging for something to happen. Tommy was never a religious man, but as if his prays were answered someone...well something has a plan to leave Silic it called itself wants to escape and so does he. With out even listening to the plan Snowball runs back to Tommy's cell. Tommy's body laid pressed against the door his neck twisted halfway around.
"Should have laid down first." Tommy says as he regains control of his body. Stretching his now stiff neck. He grabbed paper and a pen and wrote a note. Always one to get to the point, the letter was short and simple.
"Can I leave with you?" The paper is rolled up and placed into Snowballs mouth. Being sure to lay down on his bed this time Tommy passes, and once more he sees the world from a smaller perspective. Everything is always scarier when it's bigger, hell even some of the roaches here can tough and must be avoided in the body of Snowball. Dread falls over the little rodent he has no idea where Silic is. He begins the long process of moving cell to cell sweeping the area. Finally he stumbled upon a clawed monster and a man he doesn't know trying to out tough guy each other.
Patiently Tommy waited and waited for what seemed like ages, but was merely a minute or two. People talk to much even when they are silent, and he doesn't have time for egos. Frustrated at being ignored he spit the paper at the clawed being. The paper lands face down and Snowball's small body lets out a mighty squeak as an attempt to be recognized. Sadly Snowball is the size of a tennis ball. His mighty roar came out as an adorable cheep. He stands on his hind legs with his tiny arms crossed an aura of frustration swells from him.
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Post by silent15 on Nov 17, 2016 22:43:42 GMT
Struggling to keep a straight face at this bizarrely adorable little mouse, Svante knelt down to pick up the piece of paper it had dropped. Flipping it over he scanned the message before passing it to Silic, commenting "It appears that even the mice wish to leave. There's a sinking ship joke in here somewhere."
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Post by Snoe on Nov 18, 2016 18:00:12 GMT
"Awe." Silic gushed immediately upon seeing the mouse. His formative years he spent a lot of time around lab mice in fact they were more precious than humans. But this one seemed special "You look like my best friend Algernon funny little lab mouse back in Washington ofcourse you can come!! This is no place for you."
Silic had a strong affinity for lab rats of all kinds like that Remy bloke back in Alantus. "Didja need an escorted back to your cell little guy."
The funniest part of this interaction was the fact Silic was completely ignoring the human here.
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Post by Alexodia on Nov 18, 2016 22:00:02 GMT
Feeling her head spin in the silence, she grunted in frustration as she gave up trying to pry the power bracelet off, letting her hand grow limp and she rested her head back against the steel door. The straitjacket made it nearly impossible to even touch the bracelet, let alone get a proper grip on it, but even from the little she was given, it wasn't hard to discern that the thing was practically soldered onto her skin; it was impossible to shift in any way, feeling her skin come up with the bracelet whenever she tried to lift it. Groaning once more in irritation, she stared silently forward into the darkness. How the fuck was she ever going to get this thing off? She'd need nothing less than an amputation to get the fucking thing off; or at the very least, flesh or metal based powers. But her brilliant luck landed her in a prison with no powers.
"You're bleeding." Came a soft, yet very harsh voice across the hall, making her eyes snap open in shock. The voice was rather faint, yet it sounded like somebody had spoken right into her ear. Breathing slightly heavier than before, her mind ran back to the creature in the opposite cell. She didn't know what that thing was, nor did she care to respond. The fact that it could sense her bleeding was rather disconcerting, but this...thing seemed to be rather powerful, it wasn't unfeasible that it could deduce her injuries since it was clear she'd been manhandled on her way down here. His mysterious powers could be a possibility, of course; but she didn't know the first thing about how they operated. It seemed for now, she was on her own. Once again. That was how she liked it, but the circumstances could be better, after all.
It was several hours afterwards that she was roused from her sleep with a slam, jerking upwards unceremoniously. The smell of bleach had long overtaken the aroma of blood since she had been sleeping, apparently, but that was eclipsed by the thunderous footsteps of another coming down the hall, clearly a person possessed. Whoever they were, they sounded pissed. Hearing them bang the door of the opposing cell and yell something at him in anger, she perked up slightly. This may be interesting. Hearing the creature respond in his calm, threatening voice, her eyes widened when the creature calmly referred to her in a somewhat courteous tone. Was he reprimanding the guards for attacking her?
Her thoughts were interrupted by the guard letting out a growl of rage, before stomping in a manner that suggested he was turning around. Before she managed to finish the thought, the cell door swung open, blinding her eyes with light and making her head slam roughly into the ground; no arms to break her fall, her vision swam as she looked up and saw an extremely large man with a greyish tinge to his skin and a look that would have made a lion crap himself.
"I haven't said a fucking word." She began in irritation, fearlessly meeting the man's glare with her own.
"Do you know each other? From before, perhaps? What have you said to each other?!" The guard demanded, raising his voice to the extent that her ears rang. This cretin thought that he was clever, probably, coming down here and demanding things of her. She hadn't done anything wrong, and she fucking knew it, but his guy thought himself the big man in the big uniform with the big weapon. She didn't know his deal, but she did know one thing; she knew that he expected respect and obedience from her, perhaps even fear. He was clearly used to it; probably only had a few dealings with people whom refused to bend to his will. He was pathetic. Deciding to remind herself of who she was, she gathered mucus in the back of her throat in a loud, recognisable noise, before hocking the spit and mucus right at the guard's uniform, seeing it land just above his belt. That was probably a new record for her, she thought, as she started to violently curse and insult him in Russian as his eyes widened in apoplexy; Russian always sounded better than English. Only managing to curse in Russian for several seconds however, she was immediately cut off by a large, rock-solid boot slamming into her stomach with gusto, forcing out an undignified sound of pain, winded beyond words.
"Activate the freezing deterrent!" He announced in an enraged voice, louder than even before. As she heard whirring mechanisms inside the cell of the creature across from her, she felt a large hand roughly grab the lapels of her straitjacket, before being effortlessly lifted up into the air to meet the eyes of the grey guard, which could probably have cut through metal in that instance. Fucker must have been just over seven feet tall. "You like protecting your fellow Freaks, hmm?" He asked her quite rhetorically in a very low, and very, very dangerous tone. "Then I hope you can protect yourself with that thing on your wrist." He finished with a sadistic grin, before she heard the door behind him unlock. Feeling her eyes widen in realisation, the guard swung her around effortlessly, before quickly opening the door of the creature and, despite her protests, throwing her into the darkness, closing the door sharply as she felt her body slam into the opposite wall before falling to the ground with a thunk. Breathing heavily due to her injuries and the throw having winded her severely, the first thing she noticed when she opened her eyes was a small, somewhat dull light lighting up the freezing, deathly silent cell. The second thing she noticed was the gigantic creature sitting lazily in the corner, one leg pulled up to his chest and the other stretched out along the floor, vivid violet eyes piercing into her and reeking of the stench of blood. Her own sapphire eyes widened.
Oh, she was so fucked.
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Post by silent15 on Nov 18, 2016 22:00:31 GMT
Having realised that he had been replaced, Svante took the opportunity to leave before Silic changed its mind and reverted to a more murderous mood. Heading back towards the courtyard where he was supposed to be, he relished in how the return of his powers made it laughably simple to avoid the guards on patrol. Whenever he heard them coming, all he had to was step into a nearby wall and wait for them to pass, before stepping out and moving on.
Finding his way to the courtyard, he took a brief look around noting the bearded individual who had been talking to Silic in the cafeteria, before stepping into a crowd of inmates tending to the plants as if he had always been there.
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Post by projectekertest33 on Nov 18, 2016 23:29:51 GMT
"So much violence!" Thought Mouse in despair, he'd surrendered to get away from the screams and the stench of blood but even here in this metal sanctuary they had found him and now he could feel Rat shifting in his mind here his hisses, his god awful laughter and always the whispers telling him to commit horrible acts. He remembered when it had started back in high school:
He'd always known that he was a Freak from his glowing eyes but no powers had ever manifested for 16 years. Jethro had always been the quiet kid in the corner with a book and no one to talk to that was why people had started calling him Mouse because he was so shy. He'd always loved computers though so much easier then people. He'd been bullied as most quiet, smart, slightly weedy kids are but one day just a month after he turned 16 four of the bullies had ambushed him in an alley on his way home. He remembered the fists, the smell of his own urine and the laughter, always the laughter. It was at that moment that Rat was born.
To Rat the fists might as well have been moving in slow motion and the smell of blood and fear when he broke the leaders neck was wonderful, they ran from his laughter but he was oh so much faster and soon their corpses weren't even recognizable.
Mouse had spent the next few days throwing up at home (his parents just assumed he was sick) the police didn't even think to question him after all he clearly didn't have the strength to pull something like this off, right? Mouse tried to forget but Rat was out now and he didn't want to go away again, he stalked Mouse through the corridors of his mind... THEIR mind and though he tried to fight it he was losing so to protect those he loved he ran away from home. He spent the next couple of years living rough on the streets never staying in one place for long and always reading books as fast he could get his hands on them because they were the only way to distract himself from Rat.
On his 18th birthday he decided treat himself and went into the small town of Good Soil, Texas and sleep in a proper bed with the little money he'd earned working at the farms. On his way into the motel someone accidentally bumped into him and 2 hours later the population had been reduced from 129 to 0.
Mouse finally managed to regain control in a field just mile from the next town over that Rat had been heading towards. A week later Mouse had walked into the U.S. Marshal's headquaters and surrendered himself into their custody.
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Post by Snoe on Nov 19, 2016 3:16:39 GMT
Jack was still reading his book while Gerrit was screaming for submission. Sure he was a Darwin but his ‘natural defense’ was the only reason Jack hadn’t wasted his energy trying to kill him. Although the monster prefered a challenge... the kill felt wrong if there wasn’t a decent fight... and those were so hard to find. His killing a guards once in a while was more or less doing push-ups. The vents infront of the door blasted with ice cold air and supported with Nitrogen... a good way to stop Jack from charging the door even with his blood at normal power Ice was a good way to stop it.
Once the door was thrown open and the girl dropped in Jack deigned to lower the book and lazily regard the wreck of a Darwin lying on his floor, trying to ignore all the screaming. “Mr. Gerrit doesn’t understand me at all it seems.” Jack looks back to his book and finishes out the page before setting it aside.
His stitches plain to see even in the low light, one thing that one might notice about this prisoner was ‘no bracelet’ the entire ‘cell’ was a dampener. The lights encircling the corners of the room showed as much “They think they can control us... they’re wrong they only slow us down.” Jack raised a hand and a tendril snaked threateningly toward the downed woman the black blood seeping from a stitched line in his bare foot. The tendril gentle wrapped around her waist and then pulled her toward Jack. It took considerably less power to do this then it was to shred a meat sack. “Hello, I’m Jack Carnegan.” Face to face and even in this light they could see eachother clearly, maybe she’d know his name... alot seemed to but that was hardly that important “And yours?” Said the spider to the fly.
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Post by Raz on Nov 19, 2016 5:15:45 GMT
As Pavle's crew went to work at fixing any damage that may have occurred due to any excess fluid getting inside the facility or by errant vines starting to tear into the compounds walls. Because these plants were created using someone's powers, they're often still growing at extreme rates which results in them growing an inch for each thirty minutes that passes. This is why the dome needs to be constantly tended too lest the facility become compromised. As per usual Pavle finds himself tearing off bits of vine as others work around him. His makeshift shank still noticeable to him under his foot. As he's working, a guard who's been maintaining a thick curly moustache steps past him saying just barely audible enough for Pavle to hear. "Conner Schmidt, he has your mags. Teach him a lesson." He says this without breaking stride or moving his gaze from anywhere but ahead.
With a sigh he kept working until three minutes had passed. Then he stopped his working and started walking towards the blonde Australian man with frills running down his neck. Conner turned his face towards the sound of approaching footsteps only to take Merc's makeshift shiv to his eye. "I told you, you Aussie suka. Don't touch my shit again. Yet what did you do?" The screams had garnered curious glances from everyone on the field.
A swift kick to the groin had the man laying in a ball with the shiv in his eye. Within a few milliseconds of this happening he felt the familiar sting of rubber bullets hitting his back. He winced and went to his knees. He felt a pistol to the back of his head and heard a female voice behind him."Getting into trouble again Dorchevsky? Keep this up and we'll have you here for multiple eternities. Feel special yet?" Pavle spit into the dirt, growling. "You bet I do officer. How bout you move your gun and I'll show you how special I am?" There was the sound of laughter as well as a swinging noise, then blank.
He woke up moments later being escorted down the hall to a cell in solitary. His head only slightly ached. This had been his job since he met officer Montoya. She's been having him work for her in secret. In truth he didn't even dislike Conner but Montoya did so he did as he was told. "Nice work Pavle. Wish I had a few more guys like you on my team. Half my boys and girls get scared at the mere mention of one of you freaks."
He chuckled dryly as he got his feet under him and started walking normally. "Well I aim to please as long as our offer still stands." She nods and gestures to a cell door. " Of course, keep this up and you'll be out before Christmas." A sigh escaped him as a small smile began forming on his face. He walked inside of his solitary confinement room. On the bed was a phone and a stack of letters from his contacts as well as his sister. "Home once more." He murmured.
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Post by Deaths on Nov 19, 2016 6:08:56 GMT
Snowball's body couldn't shake it's head fast enough. Best to not over stay the welcome. Pointing at Silic with his left hand he then points down the hall with his right. Looking Silic in the eyes he then raises seven fingers pauses, shows four fingers stops one more time finally presents two with the flair of a street magician preforming his favorite trick. Seven forty two was Tommy's number Silic would be smart enough to figure that out.
With that he was off as fast as his tiny body can carry him. The layout of this placed is infinitely easier to navigate then the sewers and train tunnels back home. Cracks in certain walls leads to pipes which is basically free run to any toilet on this floor or the showers. As long as Tommy stays away from "The Locos Ratos" turf (A rat nest of four or five aggressive rats) everything should go fine.
The home of the bearded man had a small mouse hole underneath his bed they've used to get around all the time. He was gone this time of day, Tommy has never encountered him best to keep it that way not everyone is as nice to mice as Silic. Into the walls and short jog home is in sight. Through the bars and into bed Tommy's body lays stiff as a corpse forgotten in the morgue.
"Always weird to see yourself from another creatures eyes." Tommy springs to life cupping Snowball into his hands carrying the little guy towards his desk. The desk was basal wood...maybe that weird fake wood that feels like cardboard he was never sure. Rewards for good behavior and keeping an eye on some of the more "high risk" inmates. Silic may be here soon he needs to prepare. "Snowball here is your pay two crackers, and you can have the next hour off." Tommy smiled as he tossed the payment. Snowball nodded ate the crackers and ran off. Tommy spent time to mentally prepare himself. "Silic can kill me very easily my doors unlocked but I don't think it would hold it back anyway." Tommy sighed. "Monsters love breaking down doors." He stands walking to his door stumbles and falls everything goes blurry and black. Gravity pulls him down and he sprawls out his left hand lands mere inches from his door.
(OOC When Tommy is unconscious I like to think of him more as a prop then a character so please use him as a dancing partner a human shield or anything you can think of. I not only approve but I encourage 'Weekend at Bernie's-ing' him. Also thinking about giving Snowball his little adventure while he's away.)
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Post by Alexodia on Nov 19, 2016 20:04:57 GMT
Oh, she was fucked. Stuck, mucked and thoroughly fucked. There was a really good Russian saying for this, but she couldn't remember it for the life of her as she stared at the creature in silence. It at least appeared to be humanoid; she kind of expected that. To be honest, she didn't really know what she was expecting. Although that certainly didn't prepare her for what was happening now, Noticing the creature's book set lazily in his hand, she felt its eyes bore into hers with a burning intensity that even she had trouble matching. The thought filled her with steely determination. It only faintly registered that the rest of humanity may be feeling fear in a situation such as hers; she'd always had trouble feeling that particular emotion, though. It had served her well before. And this creature seemed like the sort that despised those whom did not stand up for themselves. If anything, he was the poster boy for that. Her straitjacket made her feel rather defenseless, but she doubted that she could match this creature in a fight even without it confining her. With her powers, definitely. This thing would be down before it could blink. But that was for later, should such a situation occur. Right now, it seemed she needed a plan. She was good at improvisation. But she knew that sooner or later, likely sooner, that she would need to prove herself towards this creature.
Suddenly, she felt something snake around her midriff, turning every part of her it touched strangely warm despite the freezing temperature of the room. Casting her eyes downward, she only managed to get a split-second glimpse of a black, tendril-like appendage swiftly wrapping itself around her midriff before it yanked her up into the air with force. Feeling the air escape her lungs with surprise, she felt herself be dragged forwards through the air before she was stopped dead, a few inches from the creatures face and its piercing eyes, which she managed to meet defiantly. She would not be intimidated by this creature, even if it could rip her to shreds. Although she couldn't help feeling vibrations through her spine at the creature's deep, rumbling voice. It was almost otherworldly how this creature spoke; definitely a human voice, but it seemed to seek into her soul. Introducing itself as Jack Carnegan, it asked for her name in return gently, but with no subtle amount of demand in its voice. She bolstered her already steely resolve and continued to meet its eyes defiantly. Her gaze had made much larger men than this creature shake in their boots in terror. Right now...she needed that.
"Tvarkovsky, if you insist." She spoke up after several seconds of silence, her voice quiet, but deadly. "Elizabeth, if you're less of a formal creature." he added on just as softly, her voice betraying no amount of weakness or deference. She was an impeccable judge of character; it came with the territory. But without her speed, she wasn't nearly quick enough to detect anything from its expressions, or lack thereof. It sat there silently, no judge on whether it approved of what she was saying or disapproved. She might as well take the silence for acceptance at least for now; she didn't get anywhere by rolling over in submission. "You're quite...dangerous, aren't you? More so than the others; that's why you're here, after all. The walls are different here, aren't they? A different design..." She mused, all too aware of the creature observing her silently, still holding her aloft in the air to remain level with his gigantic frame. Her eyes widened in recognition as she recognised the familiar patterns on the wall. "Ohhh...this entire cell is a deterrent, that's what the cretin with grey skin was talking about." She continued to muse out loud in a quiet voice to the creature, feeling a thrill bubble up in her chest. This was a dangerous game; this was a very dangerous game. One that could very easily cost her her life should she say the wrong thing. And oh, how she loved it; loved the thrill. She thought that curling her fingers into the bedsheets and rolling her eyes back, her tongue lolling in her mouth as she came undone from a beautiful woman's tongue was exhilarating, but she could die at any moment; she could be ripped to shreds, her life was really and truly on the line. And it was beautiful. "This...is why the guards ran like terrified children when the first cretin was mangled; an entire cell dedicated to stopping you and yet it still wasn't enough." She thought out loud, her voice never wavering from its calm yet dangerous tone, all too aware of the creature silently observing her with no insight into his thoughts. She continued to wondrously scan the room with her eyes moving steadily from one wall to another.
"These deterrents are rather...irritating, aren't they? Without it...they wouldn't even have the chance to run. But you know what I'm thinking about, don't you? You know exactly what I'm thinking." She challenged, boldly leveling her eyes with the creature and fearlessly stoking the fire, barely tempering the excitement inside herself. "You're getting free of the deterrents holding you here. And when you do, you are going to mutilate, maim, mangle; whatever it is that you need to do to get out of here. And then you're going to show the rest of humanity why they were so, so wrong to have the gall to think they could control you. Hmm? Because that's what I'm going to do. When I get this thing off of my wrist, and I WILL...be free of this thing if it's the last thing I do, there isn't anything that can stop me. Oh..." She mused softly, unable to stifle the sadistic chuckle escaping her lips as she continued to level its eyes. "...oh, you haven't seen what I can do. When I get this off, there isn't a goddamn thing in the world that can stop me from tearing this place down to the ground in less than a second. Can you do that?" She challenged dangerously. "I don't think even you can. I will break all of the cretins that thought themselves able to subjugate me, the fucking pieces of dirt. I will break them. I will bleed them. And I will take back what is mine." She finished with a dangerously sadistic smirk, never breaking her mutual gaze with the creature in front of her, whom had not spoken a word in response, never blinking at all.
"Slow us down? You have...no idea how right you are, Mr. Carnegan." She began again in an even quieter tone than before and feeling another cruel smirk make its way across her face as her eyes turned even more bloodthirsty, her voice being carried by the sheer sadism in her voice. "And if you help me...I'll show you."
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Post by Snoe on Nov 19, 2016 22:06:39 GMT
Jack listened... listened to her words, her blood. Fear anger excitement arousal. This one was a creature of desire, her being screamed of things she wanted. Revenge seemingly ranked among them... she'd be quite the catch if she hadn't been so... presumptuous.
Jack rose from his seat casually taking hold of her throat walking her hefted body back against the door betraying no emotion as he squeezed as did the tendril coils "Why would I destroy Eden." His strength going more evident with his lack of effort "This place gathers the strongest wicked monstrosities from the far corners of the world and I want the ones worth killing." He could feel her bones creak under the pressure of the tendrils as the tightened.
"I don't want to escape this place, I want to control it." Jack had thought long and hard about it. With the right people they could indeed take over and hold this place, and even after draw in the would be hero's aswell "In all my life I've only been brought low by one and that's the one I want most of all."
The door behind them began to whine under the pressure as Jack leaned in press chest to chest hip to hip "Bless you're heart, you do have the right state of mind... but you lack vision... it's adorable." Jack just dropped her and backed up a step the tendrils retreating slowly into him through his stitches that's when the straight jacket fell to pieces around her.
"Doesn't look like they gave you much of a uniform." He spoke off handedly about her ruined garb. Whether it was from him steering the straight jacket or her scuffle with the guards was anyone's guess. Either way Jack wondered curiously how she would react... last came two hollow sounding clangs as her dampened fell from her wrist as well.
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Post by lightsavior on Nov 20, 2016 1:16:21 GMT
Rick got shoved violently into his new cell "ya Wouldn't do that if i thought you would be worth killing."
Rick thinks back to how he got here.
The life drained from the eyes of the politician at the end of ricks sword. It was any easy job, no challenge, he only took the job because the pay was good, very good. As he left the building a bullet hurtled into ricks should. He cluched at the wound and dived behind a nearby car. Rick used the alloy from the car to create a pistol then loded it with the bullets he kept on him at all times. Quickly rick pops out and fires a shot at his shooter. As he drops back to cover rick feels something pirce his skin. A highly potent tranquilizer. "fuck"
The next thing he knew he was in transit to drenched heights
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Post by Raz on Nov 20, 2016 3:50:33 GMT
Alone in a dark room lays Pavle. He stares up at the ceiling, his eyes examine the smooth service while hid mind is a million miles away. In his mind he's eating rabbit and potato stew with his sister and little Dimitri. The soft tunes of Ave Maria emit from the phone they had lent him. The ancient music had always been a favourite of his. Marcha Funebre would start playing soon after Maria ended. It's haunting tones reminding him of his situation. He had just finished reading his sister's notes to him.
From what she said, everything was going okay. Boris was letting her get by on rent by working at the inn. She told him of how Dimitri had been playing with Boris' daughter and nearly broke the inn keeps grandfather clock. All things he wish he could be there to witness, but instead he's trapped in a bubble, hundreds of fathoms beneath the sea. A thought occurred to him as he lay there. "I haven't seen the sun in three months. Haven't felt the wind blowing against his face, haven't had anything to eat aside from watery gruel. And he wasn't getting out...not so long as the guards had use for him. He very much doubted that Montoya would let him out anytime soon, not after what he's done.
"I want to go home." He murmured to himself as the playlist continued.
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Post by Snoe on Nov 20, 2016 4:41:08 GMT
Silic had to get to work, the gaurds wouldn't be back any time soon to check on Rubie so what was on the agenda... Spring needles... then get to the mouse man... grab Beardy Mc-Bearderton... maybe we shoulda got his name “DUH... geeze think the narrorator would know a few names.” Grrr... evil Silic.
Silic reduced himself to dust and followed the mouse for a while floating through the corners of the halls stopping to collect his pieces or risk losing mass before he got there. Silic may have been impervious to most harm but losing pieces meant it got smaller and smaller until there wasn’t much left to the creature. The last thing Silic needed was to fit in a ‘box’... his childhood room was a plexi-glass specimen box ontop of a table... not even considered a human. “Would you not bring that up its personal!” Silic muttered “Stop it!” Silic seemed upset “Fine I’m not getting you anything for Christmas.” I’m sorry.
That’s when he came to ‘Needles’ cell slipping in through the bars with a smile “Hiya sweet teeth, miss me.” Silic winked remaining in his natural form and sitting on the corner of her bed Silic Stuck out a finger and let it grow into the shape of a sharp knife before breaking it off “I’d say I was lending you a hand but that’d be over stating it.” It giggled and handed her the blade for her to remove her restraints.
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Post by jackygirl on Nov 20, 2016 4:46:39 GMT
Hebi held out her manacles and tried to grunt in such a way that... it? Would realize that she needed it to cut them for her if she'd just needed balade she would have grown her fingernails into claws as soon as she arrived.
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Post by Snoe on Nov 20, 2016 5:13:31 GMT
"What's the fun in that?!" Silic thought she'd atleast have learned to eat with her feet or something! Sheesh so boring "Fine *sigh I'll do it." Silic pressed its claws on the metal lightly showing off the sharpness of his own personal mineral. Piercing the metal as if it were flesh "Don't move, I'd hate to chip your nails sweety." Giggling again "Think we can be besties?" Silic sliced the manacle open and then set the blade down for her.
"SO what brings ya down here Needle darling?" Silic decided to tease conversation while her mouth was still covered, being a playful pest.
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Post by Deaths on Nov 20, 2016 5:16:04 GMT
Snowball loves it when Tommy lets him have free reign. A little alone time would do they both some good. Scurrying out of the cell with a mouth full of crackers Snowball ran to his private nest that even Tommy doesn't know about. Hidden away in a corner of an unused cell was his most prized treasure, a 1995 ruby red cats eye marble. It was the first gift Tommy ever gave him and it meant everything to him. Staring into it reminds him of days gone by. Jessy, Caleb, Growler, and all the others back home how were they? Could they survive without Tommy? Calmly rolling the marble from paw to paw it creates an almost hypnotic effect.
Five years ago snowball or rather mouse #334 was stuck in a cage with fifteen other mice. The sights and sounds of the laboratory were scary. Always bright and always loud, Snowballs week old body couldn't comprehend. He was born different from his family fur white and red eyes, instead of black and brown. They were all kind and loved him just the same it always hurt that he didn't understand the concept of names, because now he has nothing to call them. His mother was first taken, stabbed with needles injected with pink liquid. When put back in the cage she would eat less and less. She developed sores all over her body and became violent. She died not long after eating one of her children unfortunately it was over night so the doctors didn't step in and stop her.
This happened week after week one member was grabbed injected and died. Snowball cowered every time and the scientist would ignore him. Until there were no more. Snowball was thrown into a new cage with those who were like him. The misfits some with no eyes some with too many legs. One stood out a brown rat with a scar over her left eye. The brown rat looked at snowball and approached, judgement in her eyes they became soft she could see the pain and fear in his short life. From that day on no lab coats approached them, and if they did the brown rat would bite and attack any one of them that would try to invade her pack.
The head doctor had enough one day and order the cage be thrown into the nearby river since these "specimens" were useless. Two of the assistants followed through with this request it was the first time Snowball saw outside for a few seconds the world was beautiful full of color...the color turned blue then black. The smaller and weaker critters didn't last long the rat bit and smashed into the cage trying it's best to break the strong metals. Snowball couldn't help her, he was too scared like always. His vision blurred and his eyes closed for what he thought it was the last time.
"What did you find Growler?" A gentle voice asked. Barks were the reply as Snowballs ears came back to life. Soon his eyes opened and a large mutt so mixed bred you couldn't tell what it's ancestry was stood over him sniffing. "Let me see boy." A human appeared his hair curly and greasy covered in dirt and scratches a gentle smile broke out. "It's September it's a bit too early for snow huh little guy." He craned his neck and looked at the dog. "Growler don't let the others know I said that okay? Caleb will never let me hear the end of it." He looked back at the little mouse who's body was twisted and broken. "So little Snowball what are you doing down stream?"
Tommy took him in and raised him as one of his own Snowball found his place and would do anything to get Tommy home. This Silic seemed nice enough, but it is going to be a dangerous road. Luckily Snowball is both the brains and the brawn of the team. No matter what either both of them are leaving this place or neither of them were.
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Post by jackygirl on Nov 20, 2016 5:30:16 GMT
Hebi glared daggers at the silicon annoyance and grew her fingernails 3 inches, sharpened them and then hardened them before quickly reaching behind her head and cutting through the leather straps that held the muzzle in place.
She gave Silic her favorite killer smile "Sure get me out of here and we can be we be whatever you want but I'm warning you in advance..." she leaned forward and whispered in its ear "I bite."
"Now what's the plan?"
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