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 Dude2000
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Jan 11 2008, 11:46 PM Post #31 |
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"Sounds like your request will not be granted then." Storm said as he glanced down at his watch. "Shame, I was looking forward to buying a house in Malibu." |
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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 11 2008, 11:54 PM Post #32 |
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Mello turned to Storm, his expression same as always. Mello: "I never said it couldn't be done. I simply pointed out the obvious; you would be killed if you tried. I just wish for your personal help." Though he did not say anything outright, he was undoubtably implying something. "Have you ever wondered why test subjects can only kill when picturing a specific face and name? Of course, it is hard to imagine a human being able to kill another human without having seen the person themselves, or at least have a picture of said person." |
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Dude2000
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Jan 12 2008, 12:05 AM Post #33 |
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Storm smirked slightly. "Yes, yes. Of course. That's why it would highly unfortunate if certain files were to find their way to any of the patients. Because the files generally have a picture of said persons along with their real name." Storm paused to look at his watch again. "Of course, there are several obstacles to such an event. Where would a patient hide such things? There's really no place. Save, perhaps, inbetween the mattress pad and mattress of their bed..." He then looked up again to face Mello. "Ah, but a patient cannot gain access to such files. They'd need a guard's security clearance to do so. How fortunate for me." He said while smirking. |
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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 12 2008, 12:10 AM Post #34 |
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Mello: "Yes. What would this place do without loyal employees such as yourself." He walked over towards Storm, Mello's face quite close to his. "I am finished here if you'd like to send me back to the playpin." |
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Dude2000
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Jan 12 2008, 12:15 AM Post #35 |
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Storm's smirk disappeared quickly. "Of course." He opened the door, and looked back down at his watch. He was now officially off-duty for the day. He was going on vacation for the weekend to the Bahamas. "I should probably inform you that I will not be here tomorrow, nor for the weekend. You'll have to find someone else to stare at in the mean time." |
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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 12 2008, 12:25 AM Post #36 |
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Mello: "If you insist. Another vacation, I trust? I am sure you will enjoy it..." Mello returned to the Subject Room, where he resumed sitting at the corner, his knees at chin height, and his hands wrapped around his legs. He was experiencing small withdraw syndromes, his addiction to coffee not to be triffled with. Regardless, he stayed calm and collected as he awaited for the lunch that lied hours away from him. Mello: "Soon, I will be reunited with you, my lovely elixir." His voice was a whisper, which did not matter much to him because, as far as he knew, only he could hear himself speak. It was obvious that he was mentally unstable, but as long as he did not cause any major problems, Mello's insanity was left unoticed to most. |
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Dude2000
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Jan 12 2008, 12:34 AM Post #37 |
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Storm walked towards the exit and stopped briefly in front of a new patient. A 15 year old female with the alias of Persephone. He whispered something in her ear, she nodded, and he walked out. Now in the "safe zone," what the guards referred to as a patient-free zone, he headed towards a hallway with a security checkpoint. A guard stopped him. "How are you Storm? Taking off for the day?" "Indeed. I must make a stop in the fileroom though. I may have discovered something...un-nerving." The guard looked shocked. "What Storm?" "Cannot say currently. Just let me in." "Of course!" The guard opened the electronic door. Beyond it was the fileroom. Storm walked into the room and looked up. He cracked his neck, then his fingers. "Now, let's do some digging. I want that house." |
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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 12 2008, 12:44 AM Post #38 |
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As the hours went by, Mello's condition only proved to worsen. Soon, his eyes were completely wide open, and now his feet began to tap, slowly at first and then gained speed as the time passed. Now he was starting to attract attention, test subjects' eyes straying from their card games and conversations as they watched the spectacle taking place. Test Subject: "Think he's going to explode?" Test Subject: "Wouldn't be surpised with a nut job like him." Mello began to sweat, and he observed as people started to laugh at him as he progressed through his withdraw syndrome. Mello's Thoughts: "Only an hour left until lunch. Ugh, I can not bear this pain any more!" |
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| Twilight Sage | Jan 12 2008, 08:53 AM Post #39 |
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Knight had decided to sit in a seat adjacent to where Storm was. He watched as the test subjects had ganged up on Mello. (Looks like it may be getting to him.) |
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| mossad | Jan 12 2008, 10:25 AM Post #40 |
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Alias: Alaric Age: 22 Position: MRF Guard Biography: Along with Storm he is one of the guards most often in direct contact with the prisoners. He is often more sociable or kinder to the subjects than Storm, but realizes the limitations and risks in his job and is careful not to give any information. Appearance: Wears MRF guard uniform, short brown hair, hazel eyes. (If anyone has a picture that would work please pm me.) Alaric opened the door to the observation room Knight was in, closed the door and stood in front of it. "Depriving Mello of caffeine again? I've always though a more interesting experiment would be to give him something stronger than coffee... but thats not my place. I was told to report here because Storm was leaving for vacation. Is that correct? Seems like hes doing that pretty often." |
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| SMBEffect | Jan 12 2008, 10:34 AM Post #41 |
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Aspen had changed positions, and or some strange reason, he felt much better than usual. While he found this strange, it was obviously a good thing. He turned his attention over to Mello and the others who were starting to mock him. What pleasure did they have in annoying him? "They're probably just bored..." Aspen thought. |
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| Kirby_Master | Jan 12 2008, 10:35 AM Post #42 |
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Tahu Took A cup Of Coffe and Sat "mm..."....Tahu Heard What Alaric said "Why?,he Never Told Me" |
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| GameBoyPlayerAdvance | Jan 12 2008, 10:59 AM Post #43 |
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King had, come out of the central area and intended to try to sneak in to the fileroom to find more info on people. in his room a mysterious quick quake had knocked a vent down, he had used a plastic butter knife to screw it back up lightly, he uses it to get around by crawling through them. He got a drill as one of the first things and has screws he can screw from inside. He was using this path the vents were large and had crawled to the fileroom. To his horror he heard someone inside and saw it was one guard he didn't have the name of... The guard was fearsome and he tried to stay as quiet as possible. while hoping the fan didn't turn on. |
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| Shadow X | Jan 12 2008, 10:59 AM Post #44 |
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Alias: Shadow Age: 21 Position: MRF Test Subject Biography: He has grown a dark attitude to many things..He remains cool and collect and is serious..His dark desire is also playing games with the gueards, almost as if he didnt want to escape, but murder...Not much is known Appearance:  Shadow lurked in his cell..standing by the corner, the shadows casting over his hair and his eyes concealed... |
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| Kirby_Master | Jan 12 2008, 11:01 AM Post #45 |
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Tahu Heard Noises From The vents.he looked up "eh must be a mouse" |
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