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What is worse than a monster without a mind?[A1i:9] |
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Post by Olivia Green on Nov 18, 2010 14:59:42 GMT -8
She was in the padded room. It may have been a lot more clean and soft, but it still reminded her of the cement room she had been living in for a few years. Now she sat in the corner, her head resting against the wall... falling into that empty state of mind she was familiar with for far too long. Blood dried across her face from Alexis and from the several orderlies she had battled during her stay in the asylum.
But with the drugs begging through her veins and locked in that quiet expression she was now "behaving" So they unlocked the doors and approached her. Her eyes blood shot... bags under her eyes... self mutilated bruises from the moment they tried releasing her from the straight jacket...
Now they brought her to the room... A bed. A commodity she didn't have the pleasure of at 774. Olivia sat on the bed and just waited... Alexis had come to visit her, but she didn't want anything to do with her and refused...caused a fuss and was thrown in the padded room all to avoid confrontation with her sister.
"Are you ready to make that call to your sister?"
She also wanted Olivia to call when she has calmed down some... So Olivia looked over at the orderly with a pleasantly pissed off expression.
"Yes."
He untied her and had a tazer ready if she tried anything funny... so once she was free from the straight jacket they strung zip ties around her wrists and lifted her from he bed and guided her out the door.
There was a line up of stalls for phones and he sat her in one of the seats and picked up the phone and held it to her ear.
"Say the number and she will connect you."
And like that Olivia recited the number she had memorized. She would wait 'til it finished ringing and when it did she would say that one word in a flat tone.
"Digest"
She would then quickly reach up to the phone and hang it up so nothing could be traced.
"What the fuck did you do!?" it was obvious to him that must have been a safe word so he had tazed her... but not for long enough to get her down. She still had a grip of the phone so she tugged it and ripped the metal cord from the machine and wrapped it around his neck and would grab his wrist and turn the tazer on himself to that metal cord. She held it to the wire letting it conduct around his neck and cook his skin until he fell to the floor in a twitching state from all the zaps of electricity he was getting. Once he was grounded she would pull in the phone and drag him across the floor and to an outlet.
"See how it feels, pig." she would rip the plastic off and shove the cord in... now he was the phone. She watched him tense and fry before a group of orderly tackled her down and shot her with a tranquilizer needle.
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She woke up in the straight jacket and back where she started... the padded room.
Lights off.
All alone.
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Post by Scene on Nov 18, 2010 21:04:36 GMT -8
Twenty three minutes after Olivia awoke, a song would begin to play out in front of the building. The two front guards would stroll forward a little, wondering what the hell it was, where it came from. The men up in the towers turn their spotlights right on the main pathway, hunting for a source. As they watched the main guards walk forward, they would see bullets pass through their skulls, the bodies falling in almost slow-motion. The lights would power down in a long suffering way, as though....the power had been cut. All camera's were cut and the men flew from the building, all gaurds and orderlies, taking up positions as the cell doors went into cognitive lock down. ----------- Inside-------------- The slider in her door, generally used to pass in food, would slam open, and a heavy banging against the door would signal a body hitting it, leaning against it. A voice, probably recognized, would come lilting through. "You know, i sat in one of these, once." He let a pause, in case she should recognize him, or just for effect. Around him, two other men were shoving sock-masks through the holes in the doors. "I was taken in for the murder of two people i actually didn't kill. It was funny, really, looking at who i am today. I hated in in there." He would look down at his nails as one of his men gave a thumbs up before putting on a sock mask of his own. All were white, and looked strangely similiar to his. "You know, Olivia Green, i don't ever expect or ask for you to like me. For some ungodly reason, you seem to find me detestable. However- you showed a small form of trust by calling me. Whether at the end of your rope, or leaning on a while chance, i like a woman who is willing to risk an act of desperation." Through the food-crack in her door, he would should a hooded sweater, black in color. Put this on. When thealarm comes, before the doors open, pull up the hood and run straight at the wall. When your free, you'll see an escape route. Get away, and never look back." He would giggle a little. "Try, just try, to show a little trust and faith. You may find yourself rewarded with more than your freedom." He signaled to the other man who was with him, who spoke into a walkie talkie. Five minutes later, The alarms all went off, and fifteen seconds later, the doors were flung open. Dozens and Dozens of men and women looking just like him sprinted out of there. Scene giggled. He ran too. Sprinted with them, making for the front doors. ------- Outside----------- Gunfire. Ten of his men camped on an incline, firing a barrage of shots into the crowd of guards. The guards were firing back. Then, from behind the guards, the inmates broke free. Most of them headed right for the guards, for payback. Attacking, clawing, biting. Some died. Others continued to fight. Scene walked through them all, straight into the woods, not even looking back. --------- Before the alarm--------- Inside the hoodie pocket, when and if she looked, would be an address. The name on the back, sewn in yarn, was "Green". It could easily be ripped off, if she didn't like it. Scene thought it was touching. Gave her a committal cloth. Regardless, he couldn't care less. Should she wear it...she would find herself with more than one strange ability. If she did as she was instructed, outside would be a hole dug under the fence, with nobody around to see, an a knife about five inches long (blade) stuck into the dirt- just in case. ------------ After the alarm and doors open-------------- Scene's men, who where left behind, dragged the body of another inmate into the cell Olivia would have previously occupied. Into her bed they would place it, pouring gas on it, and lighting it on fire. Around the wrist, was olivias name, right where her name would likely have been. Then the men would leave the cell, allowing everything there to burn. If it worked, the girl would be home-free. If not, then no harm done, they could all be wanted. Scene didn't really have plans, goals, in mind for her. Of course, he would explain his gift to her if she actually showed up...but if she vanished without a trace? Well, he would know that somewhere out there, there was a girl doing fucked up things to a fucked up world. And that thought alone made it all worth while. OOC((Giving Item to Olivia:
1: Forbidden Hoodie (Leons gift):
Power 1: This hoodie can hide the user from notice, or make them the center of attention. As such if the user is wearing this hoodie it can make their nagotiation abilities greater. (Power used once per thread)
Power 2: The coat actually manipulates the skin it comes into contact with, taking the particles of matter and terraforming them to make it possible for object phazing. In other words, it will allow her to pass through walls, cars, or a swung object. Anything can pass through her at her will. ((Can be used one time per thread. Power given instead of +16 charisma.))
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What is worse than a monster without a mind?[A1i:9] |
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Post by Olivia Green on Nov 18, 2010 22:45:55 GMT -8
Olivia sat in the padded room. The music playing reminding her of a closed off elevator... Once the slot opened and she heard the voice she would move up and lean against the wall near the door... the light shining through and lighting up her eyes and nothing but. She listened to his whole speech, but didn't testify. She was more or less pissed he had her name. She thought it was unfair all in all, but she kept her mouth shut listening to his logic which she still didn't believe... only because she didn't trust him...not one bit. She was more so curious and the sweater that she was given only made her more. Once he was gone she looked down at the hoodie and with her feet she would straighten it out on the ground. She was going to have to put it on handless due to the fact she was still bound within a straight jacket... so she pressed her face to the floor and slid into the hoodie... she wouldn't be able to put it on properly... but it was the best she could do. Now Olivia would stand and look at the wall. Why he wanted her to run towards it was beyond her.. so she simply walked... walked right on through. Thank God she wasn't on the third floor. She would walk around looking for the exit only because she had yet to see the out side and she was brought into the place unconscious. A riot was being formed and she hid well, though a few times she let a slip and for some reason she was not seen... she wasn't going to question it she was just going to keep going. ------------------------------------------------- Her feet padded across the wet cement. She would turn off into an ally and find someone tripped out on something. She would take off her hoodie to reveal her straight jacket, but the man looked more so surprised to see that she had come out of no where. "Take this off of me." he would do what she asked, but as soon as he took it off, he would try for the hospital gown. That was a mistake in itself. She would tug on his shirt collar and pull him out of the ally way and smash his head onto a railing that over looked a road beneath. She would smile now that he was somewhat disoriented, it was easier due to the drugs in his system... she would grab a wire that had a banner attached and would wrap it around his torso in an X fashion then push him over the railing.... he would have a heavy fall and most likely break his ribs, but the most important thing was he was hanging low enough a sami passed by and he smacked right into the windshield and was sent swinging about. She would start whistling an old beat while watching the man hang there back and forth... The masked man gave her a mood and she was rolling with. Choppa choppa choppity, chop chopsticks Choppity choppity, chop till six Choppity chop chop, chops the thing When Charlie Chingee make his swing With a bounce in her walk while she snapped her fingers she walked back to the ally where she had left the sweater and would lift it up and would study it.. hell she just passed a wall with this shit of course she was going to look at it inside and out... though within the pocket was an address. Olivia was all for fair game. She felt it necessary she found out who he was...... (OOC: she followed the address I just didn't want to RP her finding it 'cause I don't know where it is XD so you can say she showed up)
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