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| SMBEffect | Jan 12 2008, 01:30 PM Post #76 |
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Aspen took his usually large bottle of water and small bowl of gellatin-like substance. Then he took off to the table Mello was sitting at. When he took his seat, he mumbled to himself and slowly sipped the water. He felt much better than he had previously. |
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| Shadow X | Jan 12 2008, 01:30 PM Post #77 |
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Shadow stared at the guard and continued.. Shadow-"It isnt the usual Re Wine, it is in the back, in some room, i have reiceved it before, and it doesnt contain enough alcohol in it..I can escort you to it, it isnt far" |
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| Malceure | Jan 12 2008, 01:36 PM Post #78 |
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Guard: "Sorry sir. That red wine has been recently confiscated. Consider this a new prohibition." The guard smirked, and "sho-ed" Shadow away. Meanwhile, Mello looked up, staring at Aspen. Mello: "Why are you sitting here?" Mello was not used to anyone other than Ice sitting next to him; he did not like change. |
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| Shadow X | Jan 12 2008, 01:39 PM Post #79 |
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Shadow then started to walk away but then turned back to the guard.. Shadow-"Sorry to bother you again, Mr.Guard, but it seems that i have left my die in my room, and i dont like being seperate from it...Can I go get it..?Or you could come if you dont trust me, but I need that die." Shadow directly stared at the Guard.. |
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| HUNTER JAWA | Jan 12 2008, 01:41 PM Post #80 |
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Alias: Jawa Age: 23 Position:MRF staff Biography: Jawa was down and out at a young age, with no money living on the streets. He was constatntly moving, and one day he heard of a high paying job at a jail of sorts. Without a second thought he headed in that direction and came across the MRF. When he figured out was going on in there, it was too late. He was already sworn to secrecy. He hates his job at the MRF and almost sympithizes witht the victoms of the twisted experiments that occur there. But, he knows he cannot leave his job or he will have no money again. Jawa isnt sure where his loyalty really lies..... Appearance:  |
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| Malceure | Jan 12 2008, 01:44 PM Post #81 |
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Guard: "If you insist. Follow me sir." The guard cautiously led him back to the test subject's room, not too fearful, as he had weaponary to assist him if things go awry. |
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| SMBEffect | Jan 12 2008, 01:44 PM Post #82 |
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"Unfortunately they don't use my lunch period for testing, anymore." Aspen said, taking another drink of water. "I couldn't find another place to sit." |
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| Malceure | Jan 12 2008, 01:46 PM Post #83 |
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Mello: "The ground is free." Mello took another sip of coffee, finding himself far more enthralled in his beverage than Aspen. |
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| HUNTER JAWA | Jan 12 2008, 01:48 PM Post #84 |
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The gaurd Shadow was addressing was Jawa. Jawa: What do you need a die for? You know there's no gambling allowed....never mind. I'll go grab it for you. Just don't tell anyone about this, okay? Jawa turned around and headed toward the cells. |
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| Shadow X | Jan 12 2008, 01:57 PM Post #85 |
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Once we arrived at the room Shadow headed towards the dark corner and grabbed something.. Shadow turned to the guard and showed it was a die..but it was a normal white die... Shadow-"Oh, i already had my die in my black jacke pocket...but at least i get that red wine now." Shadow stared atthe guard who was confused and then flicked the two die in the air, in a cross and Shadow leaped grabbing both and then slashing the Guard with the tip of the dice in his neck... Blood poured down and Shadow used the white die to pick a small sample and then he commenced by licking it..and drinking. Shadow went and closed the door, so no one would come.. Shadow kicked the Guard and searched the Guard for any identification.. OoC-Oh, wait, can it be a different guard, I just posted. |
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| HUNTER JAWA | Jan 12 2008, 02:29 PM Post #86 |
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Jawa was watching from around the corner. Jawa: HOLY- He saw heard shadow leaving the room. He decided to pretend he had seen nothing and quickly sprinted away. |
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| Shadow X | Jan 12 2008, 02:32 PM Post #87 |
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Shadow searched the Guard and found an ID card inside his pocket and commenced to read the name of the fallen Guard.. |
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Jan 12 2008, 02:38 PM Post #88 |
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Shadow heard the door collapse with a mighty kick. Then a gun cocked behind him. "Don't move." Storm stood behind Shadow with a gun pointed directly at his head. He had left the file room when he heard the commotion. "Drop what your holding and stand up slowly." |
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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 12 2008, 02:44 PM Post #89 |
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OoC-I thought i closed the door so no one would come earlier..lol. Shadow quickly slipped the id unnoticed in his jacket pocket and turned to the mystery person.. Shadow-"This Guard had some accident..He was trying to get my die, I dont know what happened..I wasnt paying attention.." Shadow stood there and moved to the wall, aware of the gun... |
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Jan 12 2008, 02:48 PM Post #90 |
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OoC: Storm broke it down then... lol. Sorry, didn't notice that part. I'll edit it into my original post. >_> His eyebrow raised as he looked at the guard on the floor, gun still trained on Shadow. "Funny, I didn't ask you to give me a story. I said drop what you were holding, put your hands in the air, and stand up slowly." |
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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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