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| Shadow X | Jan 12 2008, 03:46 PM Post #106 |
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Shadow moved his head..hearing what he used to call his name.. Bakura... That was the name he used to bear, but now he was Shadow... |
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| Wolf | Jan 12 2008, 03:53 PM Post #107 |
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*Ice took the last bite of pizza, then sipped some coke* Tasty. Well, I've got a test for how I react to certain colors. |
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Jan 12 2008, 04:07 PM Post #108 |
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Storm sat Shadow down and pulled another pair of handcuffs out and chained him to the chair. He walked over to a counter, which was apparently was where the secretary was. "Hello, we need to speak to Knight about a euthanization issue." "Oh, I'll inform him right away." She walked off. Storm walked back over to Shadow and sat down next to him. He pulled out his cellphone and looked at it. |
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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, 04:10 PM Post #109 |
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Shadow's head remained down as he sat, but he now had enough strength to move almost normally.. His hair covered his face and then, out of no where, he turned to Mr.Storm... "Want to play a game...with my die?" |
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Jan 12 2008, 04:11 PM Post #110 |
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"Nope. I'm fine. Never was much for games." He replied. |
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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, 04:12 PM Post #111 |
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Shadow lifted his fce and stared at Mr.Storm.. "No has refused before, its usually enteratining..the game is simple, its just rolling the die and seeing who rolls higher." |
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Jan 12 2008, 04:15 PM Post #112 |
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OoC: Remember your guy has a mask over his eyes so he can't see. "Games of chance are even less my thing." He said while still staring at his cellphone. He began pressing numbers as if he was texting someone. |
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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, 04:20 PM Post #113 |
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Shadow put his face back down but heard the clicks of something so assumed that Storm was using the phone.. |
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| Eon | Jan 12 2008, 04:22 PM Post #114 |
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OOC: Firefox is really making me angry and I only used it since I could use wolf but now I'm just using Eon cause I really can't stand Firefox. Eric: *Slouch* |
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| Malceure | Jan 12 2008, 04:46 PM Post #115 |
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At this time, Mello noticed Alaric was watching them, but did not take much into it. Mello: "So how is the escape plan going?" Mello was obviously mocking Alaric like he does with the rest of the guards, Storm especially. Mello continued drinking another cup of coffee, the third cup he has had in the duration of the lunch period. |
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| mossad | Jan 12 2008, 04:52 PM Post #116 |
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"Almost out, how's the coffee today?" Whenever Mello used a mocking tone, as he often did, Alaric responded with sarcasm, or by playing along. |
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| Eon | Jan 12 2008, 04:54 PM Post #117 |
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I'm gonna grab myself another Dr.Pepper... *Ice got up and went to his own special mini fridge and picked out a perfectly fizzy looking bottle, he shook each one to find the least flat one* Ah... Here we go. *Ice proceeded back to his table with Mello* So. When do you wanna try the mentos grenade prank on the guards? *This type of behavior was very out of the ordinary for Ice, as he usually didn't participate in shinnanigans, but when it came to harrasing the guards he hated so much, he was always in on it* |
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| Malceure | Jan 12 2008, 05:15 PM Post #118 |
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OOC: Please stop trying to create objects that would not be found in a regular laboratory with test subjects, Eon. I allowed the drinking of soda, but the pizza was a bit much. The mini fridge is crossing the line entirely. Mello about finished drinking his cup of coffee when the intercom came on. Intercom: "Lunch break is now offically over. Please return to the Subject Common Room. Thank you." And again, the bored test subjects relunctantly lined up, and were escorted back into the room, which was now completely lit with the fresh, white fluorescence that reminded them that they were still prisioners. |
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| Twilight Sage | Jan 12 2008, 06:12 PM Post #119 |
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Knight had already finished his meal by the time he received the message. "Not again...." He got up, and wlaked towards Storm's position. "So, who's the lucky contestant this time?" He usually reffered to the disciplined patients as "contestants", just to try to make the job easier on him. |
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Jan 12 2008, 06:17 PM Post #120 |
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Storm looked up, then back down to his cell and gestured toward the bound man next to him with a mask over his eyes. "Patient's name is Shadow. Killed a guard, stole his ID, and disobeyed superior orders. In fairness, he was quite accomodating after he was was tasered." Storm said while still texting on his cellphone. |
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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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