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| Malceure | Jan 17 2008, 11:16 PM Post #196 |
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Mello leaned against on of the corners of the White Room, his hands laced together to support his head. Mello: "By now, Knight is probably confronting Storm about the tape. It should be a substantial amount of evidence, despite how he will most likely defend himself." Mello was obviously talking to himself, though why he voiced his thoughts openly at first is unknown. Mello: "All of the pieces are falling smoothly together. But, there is a bit concern over that kid... King was it? Yes. He has been about for a while now, but his activities have increased recently. It is possible he realized the truth of his sister. Regardless, there is no proof linking to my involvement." |
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| Shadow X | Jan 17 2008, 11:29 PM Post #197 |
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Mello's words remained in the room and then the eternal silence came upon the white room again... |
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| Twilight Sage | Jan 18 2008, 07:35 AM Post #198 |
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Knight looked over at Jawa. He snapped his fingers, and the guards dispersed. "Have it your way, but the next time you talk to a single patient, you will be put away..." He walked out, going towards the white room. |
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| HUNTER JAWA | Jan 18 2008, 04:02 PM Post #199 |
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Jawa sighed with releif. Jawa: thanks for coming, king, i shouldnt have tried to make you leave. So... I'm not going to report what you did. See you around.... Jawa left the building and headed to his quarters without a word to Storm, still unsure if he was guilty or not. |
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Jan 18 2008, 04:05 PM Post #200 |
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Storm adjusted himself. "(censored), I came here for a reason!" He yelled. Then he sighed and walked out the door and handed a file to Knight's secretary. "Have him read this whenever His Majesty has the time." He said as he dropped the folder on the counter. Walking off, Storm was clearly furious, an extremely rare event with him. |
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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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| Malceure | Jan 18 2008, 04:14 PM Post #201 |
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Mello's Thoughts: "Knight would not possibly condone Storm's words, would he? The evidence of his anarchy is far to clear to be disproved. If this doesn't work, I will have to develop another assault upon Storm, to futher prove his treason. It shouldn't be so difficult, the way Storm is." |
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Jan 18 2008, 04:24 PM Post #202 |
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Storm stormed (OoC: Haha) out to the lobby of the administration area and grabbed his weapons. He walked toward the file room and entered. Inside, he went directly to Mello's folder and began reading. |
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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 18 2008, 04:32 PM Post #203 |
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Mello's words where heard in the white room.. Still, there was no sign of life in Shadow, he hadnt moved nor had he breathed... |
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| Malceure | Jan 18 2008, 04:42 PM Post #204 |
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The file, like all the rest of the files, left out much of their information, including their name and biography. Not even guards were allowed to know much of the test subjects, much like how test subjects were to know nothing of the guards. It would appear that to actually find the name of a person, it would have to be interrogated or even beaten out of them. |
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Jan 18 2008, 04:43 PM Post #205 |
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Storm, however, was not searching for the patient's name. He instead looked at the patient's history. |
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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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| Eon | Jan 18 2008, 04:46 PM Post #206 |
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OOC: Remember its for the COLOR REACTIONS EXAM. Ice: Woke up dazed and bored as usual. He decided to see what everyone else was doing. |
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| Malceure | Jan 18 2008, 05:03 PM Post #207 |
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OOC: If it is a color reaction test, then they would not need to paint an entire room. Also, painting a test subject's room would prove to be very hazaradious to the facility. I have already been leniant enough with your greater strength from another test, and so please try and be happy with what you already have. By the way, the bolding and underlining of "Color Reactions Exam" was very rude. Mello's foot began to tap, indicating that his patience with zero coffee was running thick. He clinched his chest, breathing heavily as the chemicals in his body pledded for caffeine. Mello: Uh! This pain is unbearable!" He tried to calm down, but there was not much he could do willfully. His mental instability was beginning to show as he placed his hands over his ears. Mello: "Stop laughing at me! Leave me alone!!!" |
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| GameBoyPlayerAdvance | Jan 18 2008, 05:34 PM Post #208 |
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King had no idea what to do now that he missed his chance to catch storm. He thought it would be best to sort of stay in a more neutral area eluding many of the less bright guards. |
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| Shadow X | Jan 18 2008, 05:44 PM Post #209 |
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OoC-Eon, there was no need to make bold those words, it was going to be read... Shadow remained there, and Mello semed to be losing his sanity..Mello was now in the brink of completely being delisional. Suddenly Shadow made a move, out of no where and started to move towards mello, with his face still down... |
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| Malceure | Jan 18 2008, 06:19 PM Post #210 |
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Mello's eyes widened as Shadow began to grow closer to him. He continued to back away into the corner, his hands still covering his ears. He tripped over his feet and hit the wall, but his hands never left their positions. Mello: "What are you doing!? Get away from me! Leave me alone! Stop it! Stop laughing at me!" His words were frantic and quick, making it difficult to hear what he was saying. |
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