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Post by Alexodia on Nov 20, 2016 21:54:56 GMT
As soon as the bracelet clattered to the floor with a clang alongside the straitjacket, she was alive. Oh, how she was alive! She couldn't even begin to stifle a chuckle of joyous laughter as she felt everything speed up in force, casting her eyes with blinding speed all around the room and over the creature and taking everything all in as she felt her strength return to her like the floodgates of a dam bursting open. Invigorated once more, she rolled to the side into a prone position, before leaning back and pushing off with her hands, performing a kip up straight into a standing position with a gleeful laugh. Breathing deeply in and then deeply out, she locked eyes once again with the creature, this time full of energy. Her saviour, of sorts.
"Oh...that feels good. But usually I'm the one doing the choking, if you get what I mean." She punctuated in a low, dangerous voice, feeling her mouth creep into her trademark smirk as she boldly sent him a wink. Cracking her neck from side to side, she wondered exactly how she would utilise this before she heard a cart being wheeled down the hallway, her eyes widening in glee as she deduced that it was the lunch cart, with a cretin guard coming to bestow upon the creature its sustenance. Feeling her mouth grow into an even wider smirk, not even trying to hide the excitement in her posture, she turned her head to the creature as the rattling of the cart grew louder. "Oh, but where are my manners, Mr. Carnegan? After all...I did promise to show you." She finished ominously as she heard the cart stop outside of the door. Waiting for her moment, she turned back to the door as the cretin issued a warning for the creature to not try anything funny, taking the complete silence inside the cell as assent. Breathing deeply in concentration, she focused on the door with an intensity she'd forgotten she had, gathering her strength for her next move. As the flap on the door opened, she moved forward, feeling her body unleash a gigantic time dilation pulse with more energy then she could ever recall having.
Oh, how she had missed this, she mused as the flap seemed to stop moving, the words of the cretin dying in his mouth. Darting forward, she gently opened the flap and peeked through. The guard was rather short; definitely under average height. He had positioned his cart away from the door to avoid clutter, and upon further observation, she noticed the key card embedded in his pocket. Perfect, she mused with a grin, as she reached her hand through the flap and gently taking the card off of the guards still body, frozen by the sheer speed at which she moved. Retreating back inside the cell, she held the key card to the walls, getting a feel for the design. All of the cards with have been created somewhat equal, in order to create some semblance of order, but all slightly different of course, so that every card wasn't a master card. Flitting her eyes to the extremely faint designs on the wall, she noticed with her eyes widening slightly that they all followed the same pattern, seemingly appearing to be random? But why, she thought, the penny dropping as she thought it. Oh, of course; these cells down here are subject to key codes and combinations that the rest of the cells aren't; usually, they're operated by computers, but in a panic, they fitted combinations for the key card on the other side of the door for an emergency. The same mechanisms were also responsible for the deterrents; the same tech that allowed that must be connected to the door, since it was all part of an interconnected system. She always wondered how she was so dense without the speed; it was like somebody had wrapped her brain in stupid tape, and now her thinking speed was back. Inspecting further, she made another realisation; this is only part of it. Of course, you can't have it all on here, prisoners may figure it out, likely only if they were immortal, it was that complex, but still. Regardless of the fact that it was nigh impossible to figure out the patterns here without studying them for the rest of your life, there would be another part of the combination that only the guards knew; likely changing every day. The probability of her getting the correct combination was in the hundreds of quadrillions, likely. She'd be here for eternity. Or so they may have had in mind, she mused with a cruel grin. Moving back towards the door, she gently maneuvered her hand through the flap and felt around for the almost imperceptible input pad, musing how on Earth this was practical at all, before triumphantly finding it. Feeling her adrenaline spike as she tried out millions of combinations almost faster than even she could perceive, she manipulated the time dilation field slightly to account for the door before she finally felt a silent click under the key card. Grinning in joy, she retracted her hand out of the slot and pushed forward on the door slightly.
Feeling the door move forward easily with her strength enhanced by her speed, she effortlessly maneuvered out of the way of the door and headed in front of the guard, still frozen. Tucking the card gently back into his pocket with a smile, she looked down the corridor and headed off down the corridor, reveling in the return of her speed, leaving the guard and the creature back in solitary, frozen in time. Fractions of a millisecond later, she arrived at her destination she had been coveting for so long; the guards rec centre, feeling her mouth curl downwards in disgust at the sight of cretins watching T.V., playing pool and cards and an amalgamation of other activities, all frozen in time by her speed. Raising a single eyebrow in amusement of their helplessness, she headed over with a flash towards the roster on the clipboard, printed on paper. Picking it up with an emotionless expression, she made a note of the entire list, looking for three very specific names, until...ah. She had found them all. Stifling a sadistic smirk, she turned around and positioned herself with a flash in front of every one of the guards in quick succession, searching their faces and their name tags, frowning in anger when they weren't there. Where were they? Her eyes becoming intensely focused once more, she checked every single area of the prison thoroughly, moving faster than anything could ever hope to perceive, the entire prison quiet, still, frozen, until finally she found three familiar looking guards in the chapel. How ironic that their fates are sealed in the House of the Lord by somebody like her. Observing them closely, she was baffled to find more than one of them with a tear in the process of rolling down their cheek, frozen in time. Struggling to comprehend it, she stepped forwards in front of them to get a better look. Was this because of their friend? They were crying because he was dead? It seemed pointless; he was dead. If he was her friend, she'd have moved on by now; not like t was any use dwelling. But then again, she didn't have friends. Observing the three guards dangerously, her eyes turned bloodthirsty.
"Well...Morgan. Stacey. And Bennett. You're not the best at hide and seek." She murmured sadistically, leaning in close towards their frozen faces. "Luckily for you...I don't like an immediate game over. I like the first part...a game. And I want...to play a game." She continued in a bloodthirsty tone, sitting down into the empty seat next to Morrigan and crossing her legs, stretching her arms over the back of the pew and turning her head to look at him. Let's play...Jungle Animals, hmm? Wh-, you don't know that one?" She asked in a disbelieving tone, her eyes widened in mockery. "Oh, it's very simple; see, I'll explain the rules for you, hmm? Now, as you know, there are many predators in the jungle. And of course, where there are predators, there is prey. But who truly is better suited to survive, hmm? Shall we find out? After all, that's what the game is about! Now, do you we have any suggestions? No?" She asked mockingly to their frozen bodies, before letting out another sadistic chuckle. "Well then, I suppose it's left to me to decide, isn't it? How about...I'll be the predator...and you three will be the prey. Hmm? Does that sound good? Oh, of course it does." She finished, before standing up with a flourish and heading back to the centre aisle, before fixing each one of them with a predatory stare. "Oh, I do like this game. I'm sure you'll come to love it too, hmm? Aaaand...go." She whispered quietly in silent glee, before heading back off a flash, disappearing in speed and leaving their still bodies in the chapel.
Returning in less than a millisecond to solitary with the clipboard still in her hands, she stopped dead at the sight of the guard in front of the cell belonging to the creature and her, having not moved a muscle in the time she was gone. Tilting her head slightly to the side with a patronising smile, she moved forward and deftly maneuvered her body in between the guard and the door, softly closing the tight space of the door and shutting herself into the cell with the creature once more. Turning around and reaching through the slot, she commandeered his key card once more and used the combination to lock the door with a soft click, before returning the card back to the guards front pocket and carefully returning the slot to the way it had been before, before finally slowing things down and returning back to the land of the snails. Looking down at the clipboard intently, she caught the creatures expression out of the corner of her eye and stifled a smirk, before deftly taking the lunch tray from the guard who appeared to be none the wiser to what he had just been a part of. She still got it, she mused as the guard closed the flap and headed on his way, hearing the lunch cart grow fainter and fainter, also feeling the room begin to spin. Going that fast had always taken it out of her.
"This is what I was waiting for." She announced to the creature, her voice soft yet filled with purpose as she expertly avoided falling over from dizziness. Her urge to smirk grew stronger as it occurred to her that the creature may be under the impression she could conjure matter if it wasn't as smart as it seemed. Granted, it didn't seem that clever, and it certainly wasn't as clever as her, but she felt she would be remiss in describing it as a mindless brute. This thing had brains; it just refrained from showing it for some interesting reason. "Morgan. Stacey. And Bennett. You killed Cartwright, if you recall. Sliced him up rather bad." She continued, her voice sounding distracted as she continued to peruse the clipboard. "Meet the cretins who had the gall to believe they could attack me when I was down and not face the consequences. The peasants always attack the king when he cannot fight back, but they never have the spine to attack when they don't have the advantage. This is partly why I haven't left already, but the other...is you." She admitted, looking up at the creature to level her intense gaze with his own. "You see...you helped me when I asked. And my father didn't raise me to be entirely without manners; being a businessman, he did like to enlighten me about the concept...of a deal. Or at the very least...a favour. You helped me when I asked, and in my book, that warrants a reward of some kind. So, your spookiness-" she began, her trademark smirk returning to her face once more.
"-what can I do you for today?"
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Post by snipsnap on Nov 21, 2016 0:55:26 GMT
Drown often tried to make shapes with her breath in her ice cavern of a cell. She wasn’t very good at it. Especially since she couldn’t manipulate it, since even a slight fluctuation would set her electric collar off, incapacitating her just like the police tasers did. Although she was assured by Warden Gerrit that this collar was capable of much more. And then of course, there was the full body suit that kept her from direct contact with water molecules and the bracelet dampeners. Although she personally didn’t see the necessity for the dampeners, they simply suppressed her powers. She still felt them at the ready, not as strong and requiring a little more energy and concentration to activate, but nevertheless there. Finally, there was her arctic-chic cell, kept at freezing temperatures to make it more difficult for her to shift forms, since they can only really hit or shock her in her solid and liquid forms (that is, if they can catch her). Needless to say, Drown was very much stuck and very much bored.
Solitary confinement wasn’t all bad though, she loved the idea of spending every waking moment thinking about her crimes and simultaneously having practically nothing to distract her from those looming thoughts. Every time she closed her eyes she imagined her father’s face, right before she felt it, that surge of power flowing through her. 'Why did we have to argue at the beach of all places? When it was right there in my grasp?', she thought. She saw his body freeze over, the blankness that quickly filled his eyes, and then behind him, the ice reaching the street, the houses, she heard the screams, and then as quickly as it started, it stopped. 'And you never felt better.' Drown opened her eyes, and saw her muted reflection in the frozen over metal of her cell, of what she had become. Her once snow white skin turned translucent, almost mirror-like. It looked practically reflective. Her eyes, though they always glowed white signaling to the world her status as a Freak, had suddenly lost their pupil, and had become pearly with a black sclera surrounding it. She was stuck in this solid state, but she did not know the person staring back at her. Everything that had kept her ‘human’ and made her seem safe to the public was stripped from her, and she became the nightmare she’d always feared. Turning away she whispered to herself, “Monster.”
Drown sighed and leaned back against her cell wall, listening intently to everything happening in the corridor. She heard Gerrit come down and throw one of the other prisoners in with Jack; she heard a newbie be brought into the cell next to her own; she heard their ‘private’ conversation; she heard Jack speak quietly to his new toy. Sometimes she wondered how she had become so apathetic to her surroundings. She suspected it had something to do with her daily dose of Jack’s brand of philosophy. What she was surprised not to hear however, was the screams of the poor prisoner who got thrown in there with him. In a matter of moments, quicker than she could comprehend, she heard his door burst open and something move swiftly down the hall, before returning and closing the door. Or at least she could’ve sworn she had, it all happened so quickly. Drown assumed that whatever had just happened was the work of the prisoner Gerrit had hoped Jack would kill. Finally something interesting was happening down here. Drown pressed her ear up to the door, hoping to catch what was going on out there, and shivered to realize that this new prisoner owed Smiling Jack a favor, a very dangerous game to play indeed. Something however awoke inside of her, the burgeoning hope that she might be free. The air in Drenched Heights was buzzing, maybe there was a chance she could see her mom again. But she did not want to get involved with them, they seemed dangerous, and Drown wasn’t sure if she could keep up in her state. That conversation she overheard between Montoya and the new guy however...
She kept quiet until she heard the meal delivery man wheel his cart quickly down the hall. Drown spoke timidly at first, but quickly built her confidence, “You don’t actually believe Montoya do you? She has a bunch of prisoners on her register, and she keeps them until their usefulness is up, and then has someone else end them. Also sorry if your cell is cold, I live in a freezer basically. I’m Drown by the way, and yours?”
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Post by Raz on Nov 21, 2016 2:57:06 GMT
As Pavle stewed in a mire of increasingly dangerous thoughts he heard a voice. Faint, but still there. He cocked his head towards the noise till he could make it out, another prisoner, girl this time. She asked about his name, "Merc." His thick eastern European accent still clear as day in this place. That was something this place couldn't take from him. He sat up and moved against the wall. He sat down with his back against it, the cold was the worst here. But it made him feel better, it reminded him of home. "I know that she doesn't intend to keep her word. I knew that going into this. This is the only way I can speak with my..." He shook his head and sighed. If this person was in solitary confinement, the chance of her actually caring were virtually zero. "It doesn't matter...as you said they'll have someone knock me off soon anyway. After all, I'm a monster so why bother keeping your word if it's to someone like us."
Feeling oddly bad for responding so bitterly he sighed. "Don't feel bad about making my room cold. It reminds me of home. I'm from northern Ukraine so a chill like this is almost like summer time back home. What about you? Where'd you call home before this?"
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Post by Deaths on Nov 21, 2016 4:37:14 GMT
The marble slowly rolls past Snowball's right paw, his momentary trip down memory lame ends abruptly with a squeal. In front of him stood three of the Locos Ratos. Scar, Killer, and their fearless leader the rapid rat king himself. Scar was the smallest of the rodents still twice the size of Snowball. Scar grabbed the marble and rolled it to his boss, while never breaking eye contact daring the little albino to try and take it.
Killer laughed his cow colored fur coat shook with excitement. Snowball once bit him on the right paw and it took weeks to heal correctly, Killer was ready to well kill. The spotted rat walks clockwise around Snowball and the rest of his gang. Nipping at Snowball trying to make our intrepid hero jump and panic. Getting closer and closer with each pass he finally gently grabs the little guys tail.
The king wasn't actually rapid, but he had a drooling problem from his over developed overbite.The undisputed king of the rodents never liked when Snowball disrespected his authority, tithes of crackers and cheese were to be paid to him. First of his name, breaker of mouse traps, devourer of cheeses (both foreign and domestic), the unclean...Squeakems.(It should be noted that Tommy came up with these names.) These crackers were Squeakems by divine authority, and failure of payment results in lose of property this marble was now his.
Squeakems placed the marble in his mouth and climbed the nearby toilet, staring at Snowball he nods commanding Killer to hold Snowball back. He cracks a devilish smile and spits the marble in. It splashes and sinks immediately Squeakems grabs the lever and flushes the bowl. Snowball loses control he turns and bites Killer on the nose drawing blood. With a deadly squeak Snowball jumps and grabs Squeakems by the tail scaling the toilet like a little ice climber.
Snowball clawed Squeakems cheek pushing the rodent into the now blood speckled bowl. Snowball was right after him as the marble was all that mattered in his tiny mind. Spinning around in all the directions up down left right the tubes bend completely losing all sense of direction Snowball used every amount of energy just to remain awake. Squeakems wasn't fairing much better. Eventually the water slows and a wet and wild ride transforms into a lazy river.
Squeakems was not a strong swimmer and being exhausted made matters worse barely keeping his head above water. His fatigued eyes saw Snowball's marble it seemed to have bounced out of the piping through a break at a junction point in the prisons sewer system. He points his snout towards it, giving up his claim to the toy. Snowball climbed the slippery edge of the broken pipe finally his ordeal was over, but something was gnawing at he back of his head.
The now dethroned king was floating face down he won't last long. It sucks being a noble creature Snowball fished Squeakems out of the man made river. Leaving him on some solid land in this complex of pipes and wiring. This must be some sort of access area for workers to move around the facility easier. Squeakems was breathing, Snowball was unscathed and the marble was....where was it. Snowball panicked hearing the marble roll farther and farther away. It falls into a vent, and clanks onto the floor below.
Squeezing through the tight vent Snowball fell fast and hard splatting onto the floor spraining his front left paw. He limps to his marble in the center of this small cell and pauses cold a human lays balled up underneath his bed. He's afraid that much can be easily seen. Feeling pity on him Snowball rolls his prized possession towards the human and wags his tail begging for a game of fetch.
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Post by snipsnap on Nov 21, 2016 5:02:50 GMT
Drown smiled at his comment and bitterly replied, "A little town in Maine, but I froze the part that mattered. Might've seen it in the news if you care about that type of thing. The people who lived and lost loved ones told me to drown and the media ran with it," She sat closer to the wall where she assumed he might be sitting so that he might hear her better and continued, "You sound like you have someone you're trying to get back to, is that true? I have my mom on the outside but she's in a coma, kind of why I ended up freezing my town...and my dad. Don't know if it's worth going back. But God I wish I could use my powers without getting 60 milliamps of electricity coursing through my body. Often wondered why they'd put a water elemental Freak in a place like this, but then again there's nowhere else to put people like us," Drown let out a dry laugh before letting it die in the cold air around her before becoming nostalgic, "I miss drinking tea in front of the fireplace on a snowy day the most. And reading. The book lady doesn't stop by my room anymore because she doesn't like getting frozen books back." Drown stopped herself, realizing how much she was talking. 'Damn am I really that lonely?' she thought to herself. "Yes' answered a little voice in the back of her head. She found her mind wondering to memories of her mom, flying in the air as an acrobat for the circus, teaching Drown everything she knew, the accident that took her away. Her comatose body in a hospital back home being the only thing she had left in this world.
Wiping the frozen tears from her face, she let the silence hang in the air for a moment before continuing, unable and apparently unwilling to stop herself, "If you truly want my opinion though, Montoya and the others are monsters just like us," and then in a voice that was barely above a whisper, "We just happen to be the more dangerous ones."
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Post by projectekertest33 on Nov 21, 2016 5:16:10 GMT
"Don't worry Mrs Grundel never holds a grudge for long." Said Mouse, the lady in the next cell seemed nice even if he couldn't hear who she was talking to (Rat could but he was too busy imagining all the things he'd do to the guards when he got out to bother telling Mouse) "I miss parents to, my dad used to always smell like oil from the garage and my mum made the best chili in the world but I ran away because I didn't want to end up hurting them, we belong here at least here we can't do anymore damage." The last word ended in a sob as he remembered all those people who'd begged for mercy and what Rat had done to them.
(Rat laughed at the memories, good times, how he missed the screams and the feel of a knife cutting flesh.)
It was then that a marble bumped against Mouse's nose, he blinked, once, twice, his eyes clearing as he saw a little white mouse staring at him expectantly. "What, *sniff*, where'd you come from little guy?" The mouse squeaked at him again and almost seemed to gesture at the marble. "You wanna play a game?" Mouse experimentally flicked the marble past the mouse and watched him run after it. "What's your name little fella?"
("Kill it!" Whispered Rat "Break it's bones one at a time and listen to it squeal!")
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Post by Snoe on Nov 21, 2016 7:22:51 GMT
Silic smirked at Needles as she asked "Well... chaos and mayhem actually." A chuckle that meant nothing good feel from the creatures lips "You're going to show me where Maximum security is Needles'my'gal." Silic walked to the bars and turned to dust it spun and twirled around the bar in a furious glittering red cloud until it bored a hole through the steel and Silic solidified on the other side "This way milady, I've been known to bite from time to time too... but only if I like ya." Silic winked.
*meanwhile
Jack noticed the sudden power spike flooding 'her' blood. It was intoxicating, the dampener bottled up one powers so those with truly remarkable abilities often experienced a rush of power upon release... and she went and wasted it in half a second... there went his fun. "A list... that's what you wasted your power on... you do know that my Cell dampeners work on you too right?" They were always so all inclusive "Barbas herself designed the cell... I suppose we'll wait for THAT red fool."
Jack seemed disappointed for a moment but betraying his normal cold self he felt a little something more after feeling the power she was capable of had suddenly made her interesting, hooking his arm around her lower back and pulling her in with a feral smile "That aside, what ever trick you pulled might just do me in, whaddaya say care to kill me someday?" He invited her to try as if it were a dirty pick up line "But first I want to find something down here... you look to have a knack for finding things in a hurry it seems." Jack didn't see the point in hiding his motives if this pretty little monster was going to help him look.
"Somewhere in this prison should be an ice coffin... a cryo cell... what's in it is likely dead but I hear it doesn't stay dead with the application of energy... catch is that its remarkably more dangerous than me or you." Jack squeezed her close a tendril snaking around her neck tempted to squeeze the life out of her but leveled his face with hers and whispered the name of the one he was looking for into her ear.
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Post by Alexodia on Nov 21, 2016 14:34:50 GMT
As she heard the name being whispered into her ear with the creatures mouth inches away from her ear, she felt a shiver go down her spine as it slowly released his grasp on her lower back and she felt the tendril wrapped around her neck slowly snake off of her and retreat back to the creature as it continued to gaze into her eyes as she began to chuckle somewhat patronisingly.
"Ohhh...this may be just a list to you, my dear, but this is so much more, hmm? I didn't utilise my power for something as trivial as a list, I utilised my power for a reminder, a trophy if you will. You see...on here, I have them. I have their names, I have their identities. Not that I'll do anything with the identities as a whole, mind you, but this is the game. As long as I have this, not only do I have a mental reminder that their blood belongs to me, but I have a physical one. A...memento for the work I'm about to do." she elaborated dangerously, turning away from the creature as she did and walking over to the door, causally attempting to stall as best she could to build up her energy reserves once more. She wasn't ever slowing down now, she thought as she pressed her ear to the steel door. Hearing nothing, her face morphed into a sadistic grin as she felt her power reserves top out, before turning back to the creature with the board in her hands. "Here; have a look." She proposed, throwing the board casually to the creature and moving forward as the board was still in midair heading towards the creature, letting out another dilation pulse smaller and less concentrated than the previous pulse, but even more potent due to the increased concentration of time dilation.
Moving forward blindingly fast, she stepped between the frozen creature and the board, tilting her head to the side curiously as the board was still in the air, adjusting the board in midair so it was vertical with the paper facing the creature in the midst of a toss, as if the creature had been reading it. Raising an eyebrow, she headed over to the door slot, opened it casually with her immense strength, pushing it with the tips of all of the fingers on her left hand. The slot was tiny as hell, she thought as she fit her arm through with difficulty once more and input the daily passcode, no longer needing a key card or analysis of almost nonexistent patterns, unlocking the door with a click and pushing it forward with her strength once more, this time opening it all the way. Breathing in deeply in preparation, she headed over to the guard's centre once more. The entire solitary ward was way too cold to discern instantly; probably the fault of whom she was looking for. This time ignoring the guards entirely, she headed over to the Vice Wardens office on the opposite side of the area, opening it with a grin and seeing the Vice Warden sitting at his desk with a somewhat agitated expression. His skin really was grey as all hell, she thought as she got to work, searching every nook and cranny and drawer and cupboard of the entire room with the Vice Warden frozen at his desk none the wiser in fractions of a millisecond, eventually finding the list of solitary combinations in a drawer on his desk. Memorising them instantly, she turned to him with an arrogant smirk as she deliberately misplaced the list slightly, before leaving faster than anything could perceive and leaving the Vice Warden frozen at his desk. Fractions of a millisecond later, the Vice Warden continued to have no idea of what he was subject to as she reentered the room in a sprint, swiftly taking a pen before leaving once more.
Returning to solitary in fractions of a millisecond once more, she reached the first cell and entered the cell's combination swiftly, opening the door to find nothing inside. Shrugging, she closed the door and proceeded to check every single other solitary cell in microseconds, stopping slightly when she reached the cell next to hers and the creature, seeing an inmate cowering on the floor and and staring at a mouse playing with a marble, for some reason. Weird, she mused as she exited the cell and resumed checking them all at speed, before coming to one particular cell that, upon resting her hand onto the steel, felt even colder than the others. She grinned in triumph; bingo. She wondered what would happen if she returned to the creature and professed no knowledge of such a cell. He'd probably try to kill her. Maybe wrap that tendril around her neck again. She shook her head vigorously as she felt another excited shiver go down her spine. She really needed to watch that, she thought as she speedily opened the door and entered the cell. Tilting her head like a curious animal once more as she left the door wide open, she took note of the plummeting temperature of the room, and the way the entire room was encased in ice that looked as tough as sheet metal, before turning her attention to the girl in the middle of the room. The girl appeared to be frozen herself; her entire body was translucent, an icy white all over with a futuristic looking steel collar around her neck. She raised an eyebrow in bemusement. She definitely agreed; this one was interesting.
"Well, well...what shall we call you?" She mused dangerously, her voice turning low and predatory once more, her eyes turning cruel in kind. "I'll call you...Elsa. You like it? Oh, of course you like it; who doesn't love such a pretty name?" She asked mockingly as she slowly stepped forward and crouched down into a squatting position, her arms resting lazily over her legs as her face was inches away from the frozen girls face, still motionless in time. "It seems you've attracted some undue attention. Or due; I don't know the specifics, and I really don't feel like explaining them to you." She finished as she stood up, her tall frame towering over the girl sitting in the centre of the icy room. "But...I am not unkind, hmm? I'll leave you the basics." She offered rhetorically with a sadistic chuckle, heading over to the wall facing the girl and lightly pressing down on the ice with her finger, feeling her enhanced strength push into the sheet metal-strength ice as if it was regular snow. Swiftly leaving a message on the wall until she was satisfied with her handiwork, she headed back over to the door, taking care to remove her footprints in the snow as she swiftly closed the door, leaving the entire room as undisturbed as how she left it, everything perfectly frozen in time, the words IT'S ABOUT TO GO DOWN imprinted high up on the wall into the ice, with a solitary kiss beneath a mystery intruder's Sundayscript writing.
Returning swiftly to her cell, she opened and closed the door rapidly to see both the creature and the clipboard frozen in time in the exact same place. Chuckling in triumph once more, she headed between the creature and the clipboard again, before taking out the pen she had stored in her pants and swiftly making marks on the paper, circling the names of Morgan, Stacey and Bennett, before doing the same to Cartwright's name and crossing it out with a big X across his name. Stepping back to admire her handiwork, she returned to her original spot next to the door, before finally collapsing the field, watching in amusement as everything sped up back to normal, the creature suddenly becoming animated as he expertly reached out and grabbed the board in midair with one hand, never taking his intense gaze off of her now gleeful one.
"Have I got a story for you." She began in an excited, yet sultry tone, leveling her vivid blue eyes with his.
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Post by jackygirl on Nov 21, 2016 14:47:43 GMT
"Fine follow me, we going quiet or we starting the fun early?" Hebi said extending her claws and hardening them in preparation for the any complications.
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Post by silent15 on Nov 21, 2016 16:33:19 GMT
Moving among the other inmates, Svante quickly learned one thing. Most of the inmates were terrified of Smiling Jack, and even the promise of a chance at escape was not enough to convince them to help spring the man in question. So Svante changed tactics. Instead of mentioning an escape attempt, he instead focused on inflaming anger aimed at the guards. By reminding the prisoners of past instances of the guards abusing their authority, mixed in with a few well placed lies, he soon had many of the inmates seething with resentment at their treatment. And once he used his power to blow a few relatively discreet holes in some prisoners' dampener bracelets and encouraged them to disable others, he knew that the conditions for a riot were in place. It might not be exactly what Silic wanted, but at the very least it would force the guards to focus on containing it, hopefully drawing guards away from the Maximum security wing.
With that in mind he decided it was time to reunite with the rest of Silic's merry little band of misfits. The bearded one had been dragged off towards the MaxSec wing after stabbing another inmate. Which, Svante supposed, was one way to infiltrate the solitary wing. That left the redhead in the manacles and mouthguard. He'd seen her being escorted through the cell block by a detachment of guards before and had a pretty good idea of where her cell was located.
Leaning up against the wall, he waited for the guards to look away briefly before phasing backwards through the wall and setting off in the direction of the cell blocks. This time he wasn't worried about the guards noticing his absence, after all, in a couple of hours they'd have much bigger things to worry about.
Pausing only briefly at his own cell to grab what little gear he had (a crude shiv and a couple of toothbrushes he'd whittled into rudimentary lockpicks), he snuck through the corridors towards where he believed her cell to be, only to stumble across Silic, a ruined cell door and a decidedly unmanacled redhead.
Trying to avoid imagining what her claws could do to him, he stepped out of the shadows and addressed Silic, "Sooo... None of the other prisoners wanted to be a part of freeing our friend, can't imagine why. However it was all too easy to lay the seeds of a little prison riot. That should pull a few guards away from the Maximum Security wing at least." Turning to the redhead he continued, "I'm sorry, I don't think we've run into each other in here before. Name's Svante Liefson, some people call me Bullwhip, although I don't much care for it. And you?"
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Post by Raz on Nov 21, 2016 16:56:55 GMT
"Yeah, I do. My sister Anya and her little boy Dimitri. They're the only family I have left. The money I was making was the only thing that kept them afloat. Where I live there aren't very many well paying jobs and since neither my sister or I have any formal education we were forced to do some things we aren't proud of." He stared down at his hands, callused and cold, ever since his first job they've been covered in flecks of red that he could never wash off. "I killed people for money..." His voice had dropped low, shame creeping into it."I didn't want to but...it was the only way to keep them fed. Only reason I'm in here is because I happen to heal quickly. Otherwise they probably would've just put me up against a wall and shot me." He sighed when she mentioned the things she missed. "I miss my wood stove. It was always so nice when the snows came. Little Dimitri would sit by it and beg me to tell him stories. I think he would've liked you."
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Post by jackygirl on Nov 21, 2016 18:06:40 GMT
"Hebi Hannako, though most call me Needle Mouth." She gives him a grin "Can't imagine why." She wasn't sure how useful this guy would be he didn't have the eyes of a killer, kind of like Alex in that respect. "Any idea when this riot is going to start or do we have to give it a little nudge?"
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Post by snipsnap on Nov 21, 2016 18:17:18 GMT
Drown smiled at their memories, feeling warmth grow in her heart for the first time in months. She wanted to reach out and hug Mouse, and reassure Merc that one day he could be reunited with Anya and Dimitri, but how could she do that when she had so little hope left for herself? But then again today seemed ripe with possibilities. She was about to open her mouth to speak when she sensed that sudden shift again, except this time entering and exiting her own cell. In that fraction of a nano-second she realized a message had been left for her, etched on her frozen walls, "It's about to go down," she whispered to herself. She smirked a little when she saw the kiss left for her as well. Nice touch.
Seemed like Jack and his new friend had a plan that she was unwittingly and unwillingly a part of. Stumbling a bit over her words she spoke to Merc again, "J-Jack seems to, um, have a plan. That involves me." She looked to her door, anxiety building in her chest as her beliefs about today seemed to be coming true. She had gotten so used to this daily monotony and the safety and seclusion of this cell, what the hell would happen if she left it?
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Post by Alexodia on Nov 21, 2016 18:22:10 GMT
(OOC: Yeah, snipsnap you would have no idea that she had called you that; the entire thing happened 350,000x faster than it takes someone to blink; faster than regular perception can detect. And razgriz, same goes for you. You'd have no idea anyone entered her cell at all until she told you).
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Post by snipsnap on Nov 21, 2016 18:29:07 GMT
(OOC: Sorry bout that, all fixed now)
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Post by silent15 on Nov 21, 2016 18:29:51 GMT
"Left to its own devices, the riot should kick off in couple of hours. Our mutual acquaintance," Here he indicated Silic with a jerk of his head, "disabled my dampener, and then I used my power to disable other inmates dampeners, who in turn disabled more and so on. It'll take a couple of hours for them to gather enough repowered inmates to cause some real carnage, but it wouldn't be hard to kick the riot off early. There's a lot of resentment building in here and all it would take is someone to throw the proverbial match. Of course that would mean less powered inmates which means the riot wouldn't be quite as dangerous."
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Post by Deaths on Nov 21, 2016 18:38:41 GMT
"Coffee...." Groggy Dreamer muttered with his face in the cold floor. How long was he out for he wondered, searching the cell he notice's that he's still alone. "Snowball?" His voiced full of uncertainty. Quiet was the response so the little one isn't back yet. "Hasn't been an hour yet...I hope." Tommy sighed worriedly. "No Snowball is better at taking care of himself than I am." He thinks trying to reassure himself.
"TOMMY!" A familiar voice yelled down the halls. "Get out here right now Montoya wants a word." The voice continued Officer Jeff wasn't a bad guy just a high school drop out in his mid forties trying to provide for his kids. He never hurt anyone that didn't start with him, and when he did hurt someone he never liked it.
"Oh sorry I was sleeping. Is it time for my check in because today has been a quiet day." Tommy lied he was always a liar all the way back to grade school. "Lets go no point in keeping the lady waiting...or did I miss something."
"Some one is going around breaking dampeners our alarm system is going crazy." Jeff relayed. "Need you to find out who. Our software tells us when a bracelet gets broken, but the GPS inside them isn't online yet the techs have been running into a few problems." He continued as they walked towards Montoya's office. Tommy has only been in here once when he was "convinced" to help the security staff once they learned of his powers to monitor.
"I need a coffee maker in my cell maybe a Kuerig if you are feeling generous." Tommy yawned at Montoya as soon as his door opened. She was not amused she was always a very serious woman. "I'll help myself to yours for now." Grabbing three paper cups and the whole pot. He turns on his heels and heads toward the door without letting her get a breathe out. "I have an idea of who is doing this, but I'll find out hopefully before things get too crazy I'll be around." He says as he closes the office door with his foot giving her no chance to say anything. She is a scary woman and he might be persuaded to say something about Silic if the conversation goes too long.
Wondering the halls coffee pot in hand Tommy looks for his new friends. If Silic is starting already he may have been cut out that can't happen. He has to be useful he has to be needed otherwise he will be dropped by his new associates at the first sign of weakness, they are criminals, killers, and at least one monster. Tommy was just a scared little mouse in a room full of cats and snakes.
"The guards are aware of someone breaking dampeners, though they don't know who or where. There is a locator system inside them, but it's currently offline due to maintenance." Tommy continued taking a sip of coffee from the pot as he turns a corner approaching his fellow inmates. "I was ordered to find out who did it guess I solved that problem." He smiles teasingly. "I guess I could just report you guys, but I don't think I'd get far...oh where are my manners." He pauses trying his hardest to appear tough, on the inside he is shaking. Hell on the outside he's shaking every time he makes eye contact with Silic. "I'm Tommy Diangelo some people call me Dreamer, but Tommy works. You two met my mouse Snowball earlier nice to see you guys again." He lifts the cups up in an offering gesture his hands clearly shaking. "I oooonly brought three cups sssssorry." Tommy's voice creaks and breaks while he stutters it feels as if Silic is looking into his very soul. The stress of pretending he is something he's not gets the better of him.
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Post by silent15 on Nov 21, 2016 18:55:21 GMT
Looking at Tommy, Svante couldn't help but feel a burst of pity. "This poor bastard is even less suited for in here than I am." He thought to himself before speaking. "No worries, I'm not a big coffee drinker so three cups is just fine." It was a damnable lie, Svante loved coffee and hadn't had any since he had been put inside, but he hoped that this little encouragement might put Tommy at ease somewhat.
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Post by jackygirl on Nov 21, 2016 19:11:53 GMT
"I have missed coffee." Said Needle Mouth giving it a quick sniff for poison, old habits die hard. "So you control mice? My boyfriend controls reptiles do you do the full possession method or can you just communicate with them?" She tried not to roll her eyes, yet more scared little boys looking for a way out, they'd be the first to be left behind if shit went sideways. She winced slightly at what Alex would have said about that but if she wanted to see him again she was going to have to be ruthless.
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Post by Raz on Nov 21, 2016 19:23:01 GMT
"Jack...that names been coming up a lot recently. This guy named Silic came by earlier asking for help getting him out. Some of the other guys tell stories about him, stories that would make your blood run cold. Whatever happens, stay safe alright. Men like him...they don't think like me and you. There's something wrong with him, he revels in the killing. I've worked with men like that before. It isn't pleasant. If he asks you to do something, do it alright? Even if it goes against what you believe in."
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Post by Deaths on Nov 21, 2016 19:53:08 GMT
Tommy brightens up as Hebi spoke. She smells the coffee probably to see how fresh it was. The man refused which is fine Tommy always hated coffee, but sometimes you just need a pick me up.
"Kind of." He began to answer. "I like to think of myself as more of a passenger. I can jump into somethings mind and see the world from their eyes." He continued getting more relaxed and excited it's been along time since someone was generally interested in him, hopefully it was genuine. "Small things have weaker brains I merge with them them and we become one." Looking around to make sure Snowball wasn't around the weaker minds comment would have infuriated the little guy. "Snowballs a special case we've been merged so many times I'm more comfortable as him then I am myself." His smile can't be contained talking to people was nice Tommy had forgotten that. He pours a cup and raises it to Hebi. "Sorry you'll have to take it black I didn't think to take sugar or creamer when I snatched this from Montayo."
(Meanwhile in a more pressing matter.)
Names were important to Snowball he never felt like anything until he earned his name. Though he was smarter than the average mouse (Unknowingly do to the constant mind sharing with Tommy.) he couldn't speak an answer to the human's question but noticed the human had an extensive book collection. He ran to the nearest book and flipped it's cover open. He scans the book and points at the first letter s he finds, next the n and so on and so forth until he spells his name. Upon completion he looks at the human as if asking for his in return.
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Post by snipsnap on Nov 21, 2016 19:57:30 GMT
Drown bit her lip, pacing back and forth in her cell. She replied hurriedly to Merc, "Believe me I know, he's been my neighbor down here for awhile now." Her mind was racing, creating scenario after scenario of why in the hell someone, especially Jack, would want to bust her out. They all ended with a lot of casualties and a lot of collateral damage. Drown already had too much blood on her hands, and the idea of adding more was nowhere near appealing to her. She couldn't fight him though, she didn't want to fight him, and like Merc implied it would probably be a death sentence to go against him. Resigned she slid back to the ground, pulled her knees to her chest, and began rocking gently back and forth. She was intrigued however, that there seemed to be two escape plans happening at once. This Silic person seemed familiar, but she couldn't place where she had heard the name before. Speaking up again she said, "So wait, this...Silic...is here for Jack today? Do you think Jack knows?" She looked unsteadily at the ceiling, at the floors above filled with the other prisoners, wondering what kind of hellish plan this person could have to get down here.
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Post by projectekertest33 on Nov 21, 2016 20:21:30 GMT
"Snowball huh that's a nice name I'm Jethro but everyone calls me Mouse because I'm a bit shy and... WAIT YOU CAN READ!!!!!!!!!!"
("You're in a prison full of people with super-powers and that's what surprises you?" Rat asked "Maybe we should have a look at its brain see if we can work out what makes it tick?")
"Shut up, shut up!" Mouse closed his eyes and tried to will Rat away. "No sorry little guy not you!" Said Mouse as Snowball started to look offensive. "You must be really smart huh? How'd you end up in a place like this?" The people in the other cells were chatting about something or other but he didn't care this was far too interesting.
(Rat could hear of course and he was listening with great interest. Outside this cell there were so many soft, fleshy things to break and make scream he was already starting to chuckle at the ideas he was coming up with.)
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Post by Raz on Nov 21, 2016 20:41:55 GMT
"Honestly, I have no idea if he knows or not. From what I've heard though, not much happens here without him knowing. So maybe." He shook his head. "I'm not sure what he wants from you though, it's not like he needs your power. No offense, but this guy sounds like he has enough power of his own to level this place without much effort. This Silic guy, he's a madman. Not like Jack in the sense that he loves death, but like the kid who starts taking acid and never stops."
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Post by Lady-Lee on Nov 22, 2016 1:54:25 GMT
Tanya sat in her cell, listening to all that transpired around her, but in the end she couldn't careless. She just stared out the food slot of her door, watching the door down the hall and praying she would see "him". The art in his flesh was exquisite and she wanted to know who made his skin so perfect, she also imagined that he was strong; such perfect flesh belongs only to the powerful.
Tanya herself was kept with a straight jacket, two dampener bracelets and a shock collar chained to the wall to keep her from doing anything again. Last time she got out three gaurds and five prison inmates were maimed and killed till the guards finally knocked Tanya out.
Now she's just waiting and listening till she can make more art, or atleast till she can see Jack again.
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Post by snipsnap on Nov 22, 2016 3:19:14 GMT
Drown chewed on the inside of her cheek, out of the two Silic was definitely preferred, even if he was a bit...eccentric. Better than willing and wanting to kill you as soon as you set your eyes on them. Did she even want to leave? What would happen if they failed? How many people would she have to kill to get the hell out of here? How many people in these escape groups would die trying? The questions were swirling in her mind, but she knew she didn't have answers save for whatever her imagination could whip up for her. Drown sat and stared at the message yet again, afraid of what waited beyond those doors. Not only for her, but for every other unfortunate, unrepentant soul trapped down here. She kicked at the little clumps of snow on the ground, making lazy circles with her feet. Resigned to her fate she dryly replied to Merc, "I'll take the acid trip for 800."
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Post by jackygirl on Nov 22, 2016 3:28:45 GMT
"Well its not exactly gourmet but its better then nothing. Thanks." Hebi knew how to utilize those who could possess animals she'd spent enough time working with Alex for that. "You'll be our eyes and ears for this try and keep us up to date on what's going on in the prison one of us will carry you if you need to mind-meld." Unless we have no other choice in which case, sorry kid. "So Silic we've got a riot ready to go off and a four-man squad, you ready to go?"
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Post by Raz on Nov 22, 2016 3:33:40 GMT
An idea was slowly starting to form in his mind. "Can you manipulate salt water as well as freshwater into doing as you want? Actually what can your powers do precisely?" He was standing up now, pacing back and forth. If they could freeze the water and form a sort of ice block around themselves, the air inside would float them to the surface. From there is was simply a matter of making it to land.
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Post by Deaths on Nov 22, 2016 6:17:26 GMT
What's wrong with being a mouse; Snowball was one and he's great. Tommy loves being a mouse, mice in general are pretty great. In the middle of his list of reasons why it is just all around superior to be a mouse Jethro begins yelling. Screaming at someone who wasn't there. Was there someone else outside his cell? No he looks like he's mad at himself.
There was an older man that Tommy knew three years back. Marcus was his name he had a long dirty white beard and random splotches of hair across his head, he had a habit of pulling them out in handfuls when he was having episodes. Snowball was always afraid of him he was unpredictable, Tommy wasn't he was always compassionate to those in need.
"He's not a monster Snow he's like us." Tommy told him once sensing the white mouses fear. "He's someone that needs help and that's what we do. We help people, everyone needs help in their lives, if we can we should remember that Snow." Tommy was always full of hobo life lesson's Snowball appreciated him for those nuggets of information. Tommy was to good for this world especially this prison, Mouse seemed like a good sort the kind that just needs a chance. Snowball approached mouse and climbed into his hands, licked him and then curled into a ball to rest.
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Post by projectekertest33 on Nov 22, 2016 6:26:31 GMT
Mouse gently cradled Snowball in his hands and sat on his bed gently humming an old lullaby his mother used to sing.
(Rat whispered about how little pressure would be needed to squash the little white rodent but realised with anger that Mouse just wasn't paying any attention to him at all)
Mouse was finally feeling at peace he even felt himself drifting off to sleep and the last thing he thought before the drowsiness overcame him was "I hope I can stay here forever."
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