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| Shadow X | Jan 13 2008, 10:03 PM Post #151 |
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Shadow now layed in the white room, half asleep, for he had a very hard day..Usually he doesnt sleep but when he does its when he kills someone... Killing is hard work.. |
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| SMBEffect | Jan 14 2008, 03:28 PM Post #152 |
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All of a sudden, Aspen was pulled from the white room. He had realized that he had been sleeping, but not who had grabbed him. "Hm...?" |
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| Malceure | Jan 15 2008, 03:11 PM Post #153 |
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The guards burst into the door, shoving Mello onto the grounds of the white room. They quickly shut the door, and a series of many locks activate, trapping Mello inside. Mello: "A bit overzealous, wouldn't you agree?" Mello scratched his head, looking over at his new roommate. He was calm and collected as always, not seeing this as being much different from the Subject Common Room, though a tad smaller. |
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| SMBEffect | Jan 15 2008, 03:18 PM Post #154 |
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Aspen wasnt' still fully awake, his eyes dangling up and down like springs, trying to focus. "That...Was...A tad sudden." He managed to spit out. |
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Jan 15 2008, 03:18 PM Post #155 |
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Storm had arrived home now. He quickly sat on his bed and rubbed his eyes. "Oy... I really do hate my job." Storm said to himself. He went over to the living room to find his wife asleep on the couch. He smiled. "Guess I was too late. Oh well, better get packing." |
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To be, or not to be: that is the question. To die, to sleep; no more; and by a sleep to say we end. To die, to sleep; To sleep, perchance to dream. Ay, there's the rub. For in that sleep of death what dreams may come when we have shuffled off this mortal coil must give us pause. That makes calamity of so long life, for who would bear the whips and scorns of time when he himself might his quietus make with a bare bodkin? Who would fardels bear, to grunt and sweat under a weary life, but that the dread of something after death, the undiscover'd country from whose bourn no traveller returns, puzzles the will and makes us rather bear those ills we have than fly to others that we know not of? Thus conscience does make cowards of us all... | |
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| Shadow X | Jan 15 2008, 03:30 PM Post #156 |
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OoC- Mal, room mate? you mean me? Shadow layed there, showing no emotions of life...almost dead looking... |
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| Malceure | Jan 15 2008, 03:49 PM Post #157 |
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OOC: Indeed. Mello has joined the white room party.
 Mello: "At least you will be quiet for once." Mello settled down at a corner of the room, waiting for the portions of his plan to fall into place. Mello's Thoughts: "As soon as Knight sees what I have written on the paper, phase 1 should be completed in a matter of days. Nothing to worry of, a little time in the White Room never hurts anyone." |
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| Shadow X | Jan 15 2008, 03:53 PM Post #158 |
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Ared liquid soon came out of the mask..blood and somehow Shadow was bleeding and the once white room was now being stained with the red water of death... |
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| SMBEffect | Jan 15 2008, 04:00 PM Post #159 |
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Aspen soon blanked out. His hitting the floor. When he awoke, he found himself back in one of the labs. This time, however, he had no desire to stare at anything. A small water bottle sat next to him, but he felt much better than usual. "Is this some kind of test?" He thought. |
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| Shadow X | Jan 15 2008, 04:01 PM Post #160 |
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The blood now was spreading and the body of Shadow suddenly fell, without hesitation.. |
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| Twilight Sage | Jan 15 2008, 04:29 PM Post #161 |
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Knight slowly opened the letter in his hand, and slowly read it. OOC: I don't really know what it says. think you can say it Mal? |
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| Malceure | Jan 15 2008, 04:52 PM Post #162 |
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OOC: Gladly. Also, where are you SMBEffect? If you are referring to the white room, only Shadow and Mello are in there currently. Futhermore, you simply can not control the guards, because they serve under Twilight Sage and those who rank above him. Otherwise, we would have everyone getting out simply because a "guard" said it was fine and dandy.
Note: "Check the cameras and wire taps in the 4th bathroom. Storm wants to say hello." Meanwhile, in the white room, Mello watched Shadow without interest, since there was no one else to look at. Mello: "If you are going to commit suicide, would you mind being snappy about it?" |
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| Shadow X | Jan 15 2008, 04:54 PM Post #163 |
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There was no response and if suicide had been commited, then it was already done.. |
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Jan 15 2008, 04:59 PM Post #164 |
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Storm had packed his bags for his trip, and now laid on his bed staring at the ceiling. The phone rang. "Hello?" Storm answered. "Hey, it's Prime. I got the results on your prints." "Excellent. The alias?" "King." "Good, I guess I'll head back down there again and submit my findings." "Alright, have fun champ." Storm hung up the phone and grabbed his taser and gun he had set down on the nearby table. He took out a notepad and jotted down a note to his wife explaining his absence and then walked out the door. |
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To be, or not to be: that is the question. To die, to sleep; no more; and by a sleep to say we end. To die, to sleep; To sleep, perchance to dream. Ay, there's the rub. For in that sleep of death what dreams may come when we have shuffled off this mortal coil must give us pause. That makes calamity of so long life, for who would bear the whips and scorns of time when he himself might his quietus make with a bare bodkin? Who would fardels bear, to grunt and sweat under a weary life, but that the dread of something after death, the undiscover'd country from whose bourn no traveller returns, puzzles the will and makes us rather bear those ills we have than fly to others that we know not of? Thus conscience does make cowards of us all... | |
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| HUNTER JAWA | Jan 15 2008, 05:10 PM Post #165 |
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Jawa jumped out of the duct. King had escaped....he was too fast. Jawa knew he would have to catch him. He went towards the living quarters to search. |
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