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| Shadow X | Jan 12 2008, 02:51 PM Post #91 |
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Shadow dropped the white die and put his favorite die in his pocket.. Shadow-"Funny, I dont know who you are..and im listening to you..Thats the way life is, isnt it." Shadow laughed sinisterly followed up with a smirk... The shadows now concealed his eyes.. |
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| HUNTER JAWA | Jan 12 2008, 02:56 PM Post #92 |
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Jawa: Warden Storm! Watch out! Jawa had brought the rest of the security. Jawa: Thanks for keeping him still, Storm. The gaurds can deal with him now, unless you want to knock him around a bit yourself.... |
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| Shadow X | Jan 12 2008, 02:58 PM Post #93 |
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Shadow watched Jawa and Storm..and the rest of the faculty.. Shadow-"I didnt do anything..I just wanted my red wine, and it just happens to be his blood..." Shadow stared darkly at Storm and jawa, as if he hadnt done a single thing wrong... |
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Jan 12 2008, 03:02 PM Post #94 |
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"Unfortunately Jawa, this prisoner is under grounds for euthanization now. Murder, disobeying an officer... Not good. He'll have to be taken directly to the administration for their decision." Storm whipped out his taser and tasered Shadow, bringing him to the ground. He then grabbed his handcuffs and an eye mask and walked over to the crumpled body. |
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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 12 2008, 03:02 PM Post #95 |
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Jawa looked down at Shadow, who seemed perfectly content with killing somone to drink ther're blood. He wasn't sure wether to feel pity or disgust. |
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| Shadow X | Jan 12 2008, 03:06 PM Post #96 |
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Storm grabbed me and handcuffed me..with all of the other guards keeping a close eye.. They dragged me and i layed there, bent down on my knees, my head down.. "..Mr.storm.." Shadow took a moment to recovr to continue talking.. "You've done well." |
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Jan 12 2008, 03:10 PM Post #97 |
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Storm smirked again as he put the mask over Shadow, preventing him from seeing. "Jawa, escort me. Oh, and grab one of your guards too." |
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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, 03:11 PM Post #98 |
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Shadow didnt make an attempt to escape, he knew what his destiny was... He remained there awaiting to be taken away and find out what his fate would be.. |
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| HUNTER JAWA | Jan 12 2008, 03:14 PM Post #99 |
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Jawa: Of course, Warden. Echo! Help me escort Storm to the administration. The gaurd with the alias "Echo" walked over. They began to head toward the administration |
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Jan 12 2008, 03:19 PM Post #100 |
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As Storm guided Shadow down the hallways, he checked his pockets for weapons. Instead, he found the dead guard's ID. "Baka..." He muttered. He tossed it over to Jawa. "Please make sure this man's family is notified once the patient is escorted to administration." |
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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, 03:21 PM Post #101 |
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As he was dragged along, Shadow unknowingly to all had a smirk, for he had read the name on the card.. Shadow still flavored the blood in his mouth.. |
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| HUNTER JAWA | Jan 12 2008, 03:23 PM Post #102 |
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Jawa: As you wish sir....the administration clinic is just up ahead. Do you need any further assistance? |
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| mossad | Jan 12 2008, 03:23 PM Post #103 |
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Alaric was assigned to the lunchroom and though he heard the commotion he was unable to leave. He walked over to the corner near the unpopular table and talked into his headset. "Hey, Rock, what happened?" ... "I see... no stay with them, I'm fine here." Leaning up against the wall he keeps an eye on the prisoners and thinks about why he took this job... and if its worth it. |
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Jan 12 2008, 03:27 PM Post #104 |
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Storm approached the administration clinic. He placed his thumb on the print scanner and the door opened. "No, I'm fine now. Thank you both for your help. I'm sure Knight will see him promptly once he's informed of the situation." Storm said with a smile on his face. Genuine smiles were never his forte, so they always looked terribly fake. |
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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 12 2008, 03:32 PM Post #105 |
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Jawa: Very good sir, i will go deal with Baka's family....Keep an eye on him. Jawa was of course reffering to shadow |
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