| Structured Variables; Everyone is bound by something. | |
|---|---|
| Tweet Topic Started: Jan 11 2008, 10:00 PM (3,124 Views) | |
| Twilight Sage | Jan 15 2008, 09:19 PM Post #166 |
|
Knight: "What the *censored* is that supposed to mean?" He went to the camera room. "Get me taps on the fourth bathroom immediately." Guard: "Yes sir." He put the camera on, and the image came up. Knight: "What is that?" |
  Top one is by Crash, and the bottom one is by RunawayRed. Thanks to the both of you! | |
 |
 
|
| Malceure | Jan 16 2008, 07:33 PM Post #167 |
|
OOC: I planned this out for quite a while.
 The video showed the conversation previously taken place by Mello and Storm. It would seem that the genius mental case had planned it all from the beginning. All the words would prove to be on the wire tapes, including Storm's plans to cause anarchy upon the facility. |
| |
|
|
|
 Dude2000
|
Jan 16 2008, 07:41 PM Post #168 |
|
Storm entered the building once more, heading towards the administration section to report his findings. After entering, he walked over to the secretary once more. "Hello. I need to talk to Knight about another disorderly patient if I can get the chance." "Hold on just a moment, I'll try to contact him." She said as she walked back into the off-limits area where Knight was. Storm sat in the same seat he did before and waited. |
|
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... | |
|
|
|
| Twilight Sage | Jan 16 2008, 09:12 PM Post #169 |
|
As the secretary came by, Knight stopped her. "Tell Strom to meet me in the meeting room, now." He took a pistol from a nearby desk as the secretary went back to tell Storm. He walked off, angry about what he had seen. Thoughts: (That traitor. Time to get a word in with him.) |
|
Top one is by Crash, and the bottom one is by RunawayRed. Thanks to the both of you! | |
|
|
|
|
Dude2000
|
Jan 16 2008, 10:56 PM Post #170 |
|
Storm sat and was reading a book as the secretary came up and asked to him to go to the meeting room. He got up and pocketed the book and entered the meeting room, seeing Knight. "Something the matter?" |
|
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... | |
|
|
|
| Shadow X | Jan 16 2008, 11:32 PM Post #171 |
|
By now the blood that was spreading in the white room got to Mello... |
 _________________________ My New Profile  I AM SHADOW X R.I.P. | |
|
|
|
| Malceure | Jan 16 2008, 11:35 PM Post #172 |
|
Mello stood up abruptly, not wanting to stain his jeans. He walked over to Shadow, his feet becoming drenched in the puddle of blood. Mello: "I'll be expecting you to clean this up after you're done." |
|
| |
|
|
|
| Shadow X | Jan 16 2008, 11:44 PM Post #173 |
|
There was no response once more...the blood just slowly drenched Mello until no more was released... |
|
_________________________ My New Profile I AM SHADOW X R.I.P. | |
|
|
|
| Malceure | Jan 17 2008, 12:38 AM Post #174 |
|
Mello: "Great. At least one of us gets to commit suicide." Mello crossed his arms as if implying that he was angry, but his face did not reveal much expression towards this. Despite the situation, Mello appeared to be mocking Shadow, as he did with just about everyone. |
|
| |
|
|
|
| Twilight Sage | Jan 17 2008, 07:36 AM Post #175 |
|
Knight called up a couple guards, which soon came in. "Take his to the holding cells. Maybe that will show him something." The guards grabbed Storm, walking away with him. Knight: "This is what happens when you try to make an anarchy, Storm." |
|
Top one is by Crash, and the bottom one is by RunawayRed. Thanks to the both of you! | |
|
|
|
|
Dude2000
|
Jan 17 2008, 03:43 PM Post #176 |
|
As the guards moved towards him, he looked confused. "You know, even we can't detain people without evidence or proof..." |
|
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... | |
|
|
|
| Shadow X | Jan 17 2008, 03:43 PM Post #177 |
|
There layed the body of Shadow, and by now most of the blood was dried out..and dark. |
|
_________________________ My New Profile I AM SHADOW X R.I.P. | |
|
|
|
| Malceure | Jan 17 2008, 03:46 PM Post #178 |
|
Mello sighed, begining to desire his cup of coffee once again. His strategy to attract Knight's attention worked perfectly, but cost him another ounce of freedom: namely his coffee. Mello: "Come on now, I am not in the mood. Besides, you're not fooling anyone..." |
|
| |
|
|
|
| Shadow X | Jan 17 2008, 03:51 PM Post #179 |
|
The white room remained silent, no replies... Shadow was fallen over, his hair covering over his face, which had a mask on it... His black jacket just thrown over him as he wore it... |
|
_________________________ My New Profile I AM SHADOW X R.I.P. | |
|
|
|
| GameBoyPlayerAdvance | Jan 17 2008, 04:00 PM Post #180 |
|
King had decided to risk fate and had walked through the halls completely unarmed. He had left his notepad where no-one would find it. He had to confront storm, his plan was abnormally reckless for him, but he needed to get in a fight with storm. That is when he saw guards grabbing storm. "This could turn out better than I thought." He thought as he lied in wait for storm to be escorted away. |
   [size=6]Join my new Italian vs. Demon RP![/size]
| |
|
|
|
| 1 user reading this topic (1 Guest and 0 Anonymous) | |
| Go to Next Page | |
| « Previous Topic · Area: RP / Fan Fiction · Next Topic » |
