Correctional Facility: Break Out

[The New Student Dean]

Moderator Note: For everyone who is captured, participating in Ark's breakout, or whatever. Please post when you're leaving for another thread, mentioning it in bold code at the end of your post, when/if you transition.

Playground

Hey.

Hey.

Hey.

You there?

You awake?

You sleeping?

You breathing?

Bleeding?

Hurting?

Dying?

Then at least you're still alive. Right?

Hey. Hey. Hey.

Look around you.

KYAHAHAHAHAA-HA-HAAA...

The walls around you are concrete, with a rubber-like substance that makes the standard attack useless. USELESS. MUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDAMUDA! You may have access to your cells, and the walls are deceptively white, as though they are innocent, but its a lie, A LIE, A LIE. All the walls of this inner sanctum are concrete, with the same rubber-inner-fluids. Even if you were to smash through the concrete, your attack would just bounce back at you. Oh, oh, oh, and don't forget the guards. Oh yes, the guards, the numerous guards patrolling around. And those filthy white coats that are smiling evilly, needles at hand, ready to prick and push you like some sort of silly lab-rat. Of course, you'd think the bathrooms wouldn't be monitored, right? WRONG. They're the most heavily guarded places.

Besides, these sick bastards wouldn't want EVERY SINGLE SAMPLE of your precious DATA going to waste, right?

KYAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA~

Moderator Notes:

-Every 3 Posts, Regardless Of Post-Turn, Enforcers Will Patrol Into Areas That May Or May Not Be Inhabited By PCs. Failure To Post Avoiding Enforcer Detection In The Following Post Will Immediately Result In An End To The Attacking Force's Surprise Factor.

-There Are XXX Enforcers. Reinforcements May Be Called In At Any Time, If Suspicious Movement/Behavior Is Detected.

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-Enforcer Statistics:
Strength: 30-35
Dexterity: 30-35
Constitution: 30-35
Intelligence: 30-35
Wisdom: 30-35
Charisma: 30-35

Current Patrolling Numbers: 25 (Scattered Throughout Building)

Equipped With:

• Radio (1 For Every 3 Enforcers)
  
• Extending Custom Baton (1 For Each Enforcer)
  
• Tazer Gun (1 For Every 3 Enforcers)
  
• 3 Color Canisters (Set Of 3 For Each 1 Enforcer)

Difficulty: Moderately High
-These Are Not The Push-Overs You May Have Met In Public High School #259's Enforcer Riot. They Are Trained With At Least 2-3 Different Fighting Styles, And Are Methodical In Their Work. They Are Paid Individuals, However, But Mercy Cannot Be Afforded Here.

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-Scientist Statistics:
Strength: 15~
Dexterity: 30~
Constitution: >25
Intelligence: 45-55
Wisdom: 15~
Charisma: 35>

Current Working Numbers: 10 (Scattered Throughout Area)

Equipped With:

• 6 Color Canister (For Every Scientists; May Be A New Type)

Difficulty: Moderate-High
-Unlike The Scientists Running Around Outside Of The 'Dungeon', These Are The Real Deal Bastards. They Certainly Aren't Above Calling In Reinforcements En Masse, And They May Hold A Higher Sadistic Level. Take Them Out Quickly, If You Can.

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-Other Experiment Statistics:
Strength:
Dexterity:
Constitution:
Intelligence:
Wisdom:
Charisma:

Equipped With:

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In Captivity: 200> (Scattered Throughout The Building)

Difficulty: VERY HIGH
-Their unpredictability makes for all sorts of tangible dangers. No idea who to trust, or if it may be safer to trust none of them.---But then, how do you captives know you can trust each other?~

[Mathew Amtrum]

The days had gone by, blending in to each other it seemed. Mathew wasn't even sure how long he had been in here anymore. Hell he didn't even know the time or if it was day or night at any given time. In the time he was here though he did his part, he kept his bargain with Sean and he helped him to test out the other students. However Mathew's aide wasn't permanent and he was ready to get out of here, things have been going to slowly and he no longer saw anything to gain here for him. It was time to start his break out.

The first part would be easy since Sean had given him free access and his coat back. He could walk around the halls on his own without being bothered as long as he stayed in this section of the compound. That was good, it gave him an edge. It allowed him to get a head start, and it also meant he didn't have to break out of his cell. Still he wasn't going to go alone, he was going to break out Bastille and that other girl. The one he had tested with Bastille.

He would have to find them and break them out, but at least he could wander a bit without worry until he found them, that or until he had to leave his section. First thing was first though, Mathew would head to the Bathroom closest to his room, the one that he had stashed the glass shards in shortly after getting here. If he was gonna do this then a sharp object might be very useful.

[Reverend (Dots) Teyfour]

"howl"
Pound, Pound, Pound, I was feed up tired of my prision i was going to kill again, i must feel the rush i am Pwo the iron wolf and all shall bow to me, i must become stronger.

frailing, and trashing, i attempted to rip my cell door of its hindges Pound, Pound, Pound, blood surting from my tworn up hands but nothing would stop me, howling like a dammed beast of hell i continued making my hand s more and more of a bloody mess,

"Come out, cooooommmmeeee ouuut where ever yoouu ARE I WANNA PLAY, oh and please would you bring me some ramen, so i may eat while you DIIEEE, HAHAHEEEEE!"

Time TO FEAST!

[olesya]

Every morning felt exactly the same, every day felt like it was stretched on a taffy machine...long, tedious, never-ending. Olesya didn't even know how long she'd been here, she had asked a guard once in the earlier days, but was simply backhanded for her inquiry. But now, now something felt different.

The Dragon boy she had fought with the white haired girl, he was a prisoner but somehow, he was free. He was allowed to think, to act, to plan...and what did she have? Four blank walls and a cold floor. The junior found herself pacing, her heart beating roughly in her chest. She felt like a tiger in a cage, all she needed were people gawking in at her and children throwing peanuts in through the bars.

"GUH!"

Suddenly she stopped her pacing, whirling and throwing her fist into the concrete wall. A smear of red tainted the dull gray, her knuckles marred, but it was no matter. It was almost like she couldn't feel pain anymore, couldn't feel anything. There was nothing here, and the day in and day out tests and injections left her feeling less herself and more like an empty shell. She couldn't stand to be here another minute.

Down the corridor she could hear the Ramen boy cackling madly. He too was suffering from the imprisonment, it was enough to drive anyone mad. She need to get out of this cell. Now.

"I NEED TO USE THE BATHROOM! HEY!"

Hands gripped around the metal, Olesya hollered through the bars of her cell, waiting for a guard to come open the door so that she can go down the hall. It was the only place she could request to go on her own, otherwise it was all dictated for her. Mess hall, exam rooms, they were all predetermined by the higher ups. As for the shouting? It was the only way to get attention around her, by causing a scene. Also, her time in here was disintegrating her sense of civility.

[Bastille Amtrum]

Time. What was it again. What was anything again? All that was felt, was cold…was very very cold. Her body was freezing. And then the next, ti was burning. Fire licked at every muscle on her body. And then it was cold again. In some ways this constant transfer of heat and cold was soothing. In others it was eternally painful. Yet all this despite everything was dull…mind protecting itself from pain. Shock was the word…but it wasn’t the right word. More like comatose.

But she could wake up if she willed it. However she didn’t. Time and space meant nothing until she was woken up forcefully. She lay perfectly still on the cot, unmoving unless to consume or be rid of. Her body was like a corpse. Her eyes closed carefully as her cheeks gleamed in sweat. The fever had returned. Fighting against Mathew had ensured that. She wanted nothing more then to be rid of it. Yet it was all she could do at the moment. At times those damned lab doobies would come in and test her signs…something along those lines but she would stay motionless of her own will.

Drifting in an out of sleep she could hear others but she did not listen. Well not until today. Her body burning again she sat up her stomach grumbling. Picking her bruised and beaten body up and against the cool wall she stared angrily at the bars in front of her. She hugged her body and closed her eyes. Her new long hair draping over her sticky body. She took in deep breathes and slid off the bed ignoring her bodies muscle spasms and walking to her sword. She took it close to her and went to lay back down. Laying the sword parallel to her she stroked it lightly. In the end she closed her eyes again and drifted back into a light sleep. The instant something tremendous happened she would awake and be aware. But until then…going back to meditating seemed like the best option.

[Masaru]

(((OOC: was planning on having Masaru dream about being famous japanese strategists, but found it too redundant with him already dreaming about famous chinese strategists and gave up on the dreaming idea alltogether)))

Masaru awoke with an interesting feeling of... He couldn't quite put his finger on it... Masaru scratched his head wondering what it was... Oh! ofcourse! that person named Mathew Amtrum broke pretty much every bone in his body! weird... Masaru's health and body were in perfect condition.

"One must not underestimate his opponent..."

Masaru said aloud. Believing he would atleast stand some sort of chance on Mathew kinda made him feel like going on the defencive... Never again. From now on, Masaru planned on incapacitating his opponents as soon as possible. He never could bring himself to break bones or go so far as ending a life... Still being in a cage, Masaru didn't see anything else to do besides practice a combination of Akido, grapple and evasive martial arts, with Dim Mak, a martial arts where one can either use pressure points to weaken an opponent... Or kill. Masaru made a silent vow to never use that part of Dim Mak ever again... But, dodging an opponent and then making that person possibly temporarily lose controll of a body part wasn't a problem.

Masaru continued his meditative practice, pushing down his hunger and tiredness, and soon, losing most if not all awareness of his surroundings.

[Your Mom~]

LIGHTS! ACTION! FLAMME!

"Ja."

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"Jajajajajajajajaja. I am understandingk. Understandingk. Ja. Of course. But obviously, mein Führer."

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"Vell, respectfully sir, you are in equal standing vith him. We are fully capable of carrying zis out."

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"..Ha... surely you don't look down on us, mein Führer? After all, you selected me yourself..."

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"Oh. Ja. But of course. There iz not too much left to be gained from here, anyvays... ve need newer und fresher test subjectz."

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"But of course, sir."

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"Ja, sir. Und you. Und you."

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"Rest assured, everything's set for ze major test. Ze F.F. are arrivingk in an hour (120 Cumulative Posts From All Threads). Und ze security has been increased, ze players put into place, und ze increase in ze fixture of security has been amplified at ze very least... three fold."

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"Ja."

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"Zey vill never know vat hit zem."

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"Ja, ja.... und you sir, und you." *Chuckle*

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"Farewell, sir."

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"Have a safe trip. See you here soon (600 Cumulative Posts From All Threads)---Ohp, looks like ze restraints have been released. I have to get goingk now!"







...Even as the man flipped closed his cellphone, his other hand had already gone for the radio. The light began to fade from the room, as the rather tall, imposing Lieutenant Enforcer walked through the doors, quietly issuing the new orders, informing Sean Barker of the new status quo, the call for acceleration in planning. His body wistfully going through the long corridors, his gait reaching and graceful, as he whipped at his side playfully---hard enough to give a normal man a bruise, or a broken bone.

"Ve vill bury zem."

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Amtrum

Cumulating frequencies made themselves clear, the sense of alert heightened for this transition. Even then, however, three Enforcers were issued, along with the next fight subject, codenamed "Glitch" and "The Twins" behind them, silently going by in chains, "Glitch's" helmet seemingly connected to one of the wires of the rear-positioned Enforcer.

That was, of course, 'until they ventured upon---"Ah... Amtrum. Hey, come with us. Time for your next fight, bucko."

These were the strong Enforcers, as they were escorting some of the lesser seen 'experiments'. The speaking one stepped up, holding up a pair of cuffs, his face completely indifferent. The rear one was looking around, face on edge, as the final one, at the right flank, seemed to keep an overall grip on his tazer.

Teyfour

"Come out, cooooommmmeeee ouuut where ever yoouu ARE I WANNA PLAY, oh and please would you bring me some ramen, so i may eat while you DIIEEE, HAHAHEEEEE!"

"YOU FUCKING LITTLE BITCH, will you EVER fucking SHUT UP!?---Y'know what? No. No. Open up the cell. It's time to discipline this fucker." said a rather large, emotionally angst-driven black Enforcer. A few others began chuckling in. With these new orders for a more 'Spartan' environment, its not like they were above torture. Four men came, chuckling, in particular having developed a rather concentrated hatred for Ramen.

The fact that today they were serving---Guess---obviously wasn't helping matters. With a tazer and a baton in each hand, the five Enforcers approached, the black one grinning sadistically, as he backed up, allowing one of the scrawny white-trash punkasses open up for him.

Ooh. He was playing this smart. The first one to open up was probably fucked, anyways. And there were three other men between them. But today, a little 'accident' was going to happen.

He was NOT puttin' up with this bullshit for another half-year. Fuck dat shit.

A collective clicking noise was heard, as they prepared to fire their tazers, en masse, majority of them reveling in the thought of the epic beat-down that was to follow.

deBogart

"GUH!"

Ow. That sounded like it hurt a lot. Fortunately, however, I was happy to see that this generation was filled with hardier things. Still, it saddened me to see these children cooped up like this. Unfortunately, these children were only going to have it a lot rougher, within the next few days, weeks... months, provided they survived for that long.

"I NEED TO USE THE BATHROOM! HEY!"



...No. I shook my head. This was for the best. Might as well let the girl have her way, say that I 'didn't hear' the orders for maximum security measures. With a bit of a heave, I headed on over through the corridors, a chain of keys in hand, as I looked over at the girl. deBogart, I believe they said her name was---and one of the more obstinately proud ones as well. I admired that---but, there was no use for getting emotionally attached here. Hunched over, I looked at her, trying to give her an encouraging smile. It only turned my face into a crooked frown.

"...A moment, little lady... lemme just get this out and done with."

Of course, that was before I knew that three more of my colleagues were heading my way, with far different intentions in mind. Just as a 'click-clacking' sound made itself evident, and I backed away. Protocol-wise, I kept my right hand on the grip of my tazer, but, that's all I did. Otherwise, I tried to be as... 'kindly' as my job would permit me.

"Right... there we go..."

Cunningham

"..But... but... I don't wanna fight anymore... my arms are still sore from all the injections you give us..."

An adolescent boy who was carrying around a large, beaten up teddy bear, much like a small child would was suddenly pushed up against Cunningham's cell. Four Enforcers, with grim, serious look on their face unsheathed their tazers, pointing at the girl inside, and at the boy, a strange looking electronic device attached, much like a collar, to his neck.

"C'mon, Missy... this is your new opponent. Found this one as a stray near Hiricine. Should prove to be an interesting match, eh?" one of the Enforcers chuckled, as they opened up the door.

Masaru

A rather large cake, being wheeled on a metal cart.

"...Hey, hey you! Yeah... you got a huge match set for today. But... the Warden was feeling a bit kindly." said an Enforcer with false cheer on his face. A few tazers whipped out, as his escort of ten others had their guns out, the speaker grinned, opening up the door, and pushing in a cake inside---before quickly jumping back out, and grinning. Then, the whole troop began to laugh.

"Hey, c'mon! Happy Birthday in advance! Try some cake. I assure you:"

---"I'M SO DELICIOUS AND MOIST!"

[Masaru]

"...Hey, hey you! Yeah... you got a huge match set for today. But... the Warden was feeling a bit kindly."

Masaru immediately stopped meditating and walked up to his bed, maintaining akido stance.

"Kindly? does that mean I'm allowed to beat you guys to a pulp as a warm up for the match?"

just then, the door opened, and a huge cake rolled into the cell, the door immediately closed after.

"Is this some kind of joke? Am I supposed to eat all that? Cause I'm not one of the guys who likes sweets very much..."

"Hey, c'mon! Happy Birthday in advance! Try some cake. I assure you:"

"I'M SO DELICIOUS AND MOIST!"

As this butt naked dude popped out of the cake, Masaru's normally calm and patient aura dissolved, overcome by outrage.

"WHAT THE HELL!?"

How did they know that Masaru was partially homophobic?! Here, Masaru's sanity temporarily snapped, Masaru rushed towards this dude, all mercy put aside, and jump kicked the cake in the position where his balls should be, if he had any.

[seishounohana]

Fuck, I think I screwed a lot of things over... shit... should've posted here instead of doing whatever shit. -______-++;; My apologies for a very VERY late entry.



Isolation.

One of the worst things a person could ever be put into.

Emily sat there, in the middle of her very own cell and was in the middle of talking to herself. Staring at nothing but the little barred window by the door. It was her only source of light, and Emily's eyes had already accustomed itself to the dark.

She was hoping that the light wouldn't blind her just yet, and was hoping she wouldn't be so sensitive to light so if she had an opportunity to escape she would take it with no problems regarding eyesight.

Was it night out? Maybe sometime in the morning? Emily couldn't tell.

Her green eyes felt as if it was piercing through the rubberized doors. Just what was outside of these walls, she couldn't remember anymore.

She could eat. She could drink. She could sleep.

But what else?

Nothing.

She just stared at the small source of light.

Wanting nothing, expecting nothing.

[Bastille Amtrum]

Red eyes revealed themselves slowly. Bastille didn’t sit up till the boy was forced in. AS the door closed behind him probably she sat up slowly. Moving her body to lean against the cool wall. Drugs where kicking in, and that meant so was the fever. She had been bloodied up by Mathew pretty badly and that meant a lot of drugs. This obviously made her body worse as the drugs sunk in. Her body shivered violently as every muscle longed to move at its top speed despite the wishes of the stomach which was to lie down and relax.

But that didn’t matter right now, this boy was now sharing her cell. Her crimson eyes watched him carefully. She prepared herself for a beating. After all this time, she wasn’t sure what to expect here. Her newly acquired long hair was braided sloppily and was lying over one shoulder. The rest of her body heaved with strained breathing. As her eyes calculated the boy they flickered back to the men as they walked away. She said nothing. What was there to say…here it was…another fight. Would this kid fight, or would he stand there like a wimp and take it. Bastille had decided this was a fight for survival…if he planned to attack she would not hold back…and she would destroy him.

Behind all the lust that lingered in her body, and all the fever that raged painful in every muscle, there was the burning desire to take her opponent down. Her Qi began to form out of this aura. The qi forming nicely out of the presence of Mathew Amtrum. The full fledged lion, a simply symbol of her qi, made up of blue aura sat next to her on the bed lazily flipping it tail and baring its large teeth. Its crimson eyes glowed darkly as its growl, or rather a guttural sound, was flowing continuously out of her. Bastille however just stared at him with a serious face. She didn’t make any move or notion of attack or any coming attack either. She sat calmly waiting her qi mimicking her actions however the sound was the only offensive thing.

[Reverend (Dots) Teyfour]

Tick Tock... Tick Tock..... I laugh at the clock.... it tells me time..... that lies a good rhyme.,...., Pound, Pound, Pound.... And the war drums beat strong
My hunger was now uncontrolible Pound, Pound, Pound.... and the Rush oh the lushous, VIOLENT, THRIVING RUSH.... i mush feel the rush again, I must become stronger, I am Pwo but i am still not a GOD, Pound, Pound, Pound.... I AM THE IRON WOLF.... HAHAHEEEE

"YOU FUCKING LITTLE BITCH, will you EVER fucking SHUT UP!?---Y'know what? No. No. Open up the cell. It's time to discipline this fucker."

Time IS noW of tHe EsSanCe " TicK TOCK" I backed in the shadows of this hellish cage, the Idiots would soon enter my domain, Pound, Pound, Pound.... I hear their foot steps I smell their body odors, Crisp and sharp I still am not used to this new Gift that my awakened self brought... But it fells good.... SO GOOD!

CReak the door opens two pathetic small pale fools I see steping in to my puddle of blood, it is time to pounce...., Pound, Pound, Pound.... Time to kill.....

"HOWL!!!!!!!!!!!!!, MR. DOTS is HUNGRY"

Releasing howls and shreaks of a beast from the deapest circle of hell, I lept at the two i saw, planing to slam my palms in to their knecks Hoping to.... too SHAtter their spines and send them flying out of the room in to what ever was behind them, my yellow arua was now raging, fury filled, it was time to Hunt... "I AM the IRON WOLF... I am Dots, THE DOTS OF DEATH!!!!"

[olesya]

[ooc: *shuffles feet* Sorry guys ._. xD]
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The inmate pounded on the cell bars with her fists a few more times, opening her mouth to shout obnoxiously again when an older man stepped up to her cell. He wore the same uniform of the rest though, he appeared much more aged.

Was this some sort of joke?

"...A moment, little lady... lemme just get this out and done with."

Olesya looked at him a bit dumbfoundly, her mouth slightly open and slack as she watched him unlock the door. It seemed...too easy. Far too easy. All the other goons she dealt with here harassed her first, or made sure their tasers were still working, or worse yet, told her there was a 'toll' to pay for that sort of privilege. Disgusting.

"Right... there we go..."

Creeeeaaak..the metal door opened with a squeak of protest. The disheveled brunette girl looked about hesitantly before stepping out of the cell. There were a few things she could do now, like one of those 'Choose Your Own Adventure' books where you flip back and forth to the pages. To take out the old guard and run for it, turn to page 7. To go to the bathroom like a good cellmate, turn to page 30. To sell your soul and join their forces of evil, close book and impale self with it.

"Uhm...thanks."

She mumbled, keeping her head low and avoiding the gazes of other enforcers as she passed them, some of them smirking wickedly and winking at her suggestively. Revolting. Looking up briefly she narrowed her eyes in a cold glare, lip curling in a mild snarl before continuing on her way to the lavatories.

[Your Mom~]

BURNING!

Thingz are starting to get interesting... Now, ve can root out all liabilities, and press up the next level of experimentation all in one go..." a deep muscular voice said, watching over the whole procession, elbows resting on arm-rests, as he brought his hands entwined, underneath his nose, his sharp eyes gazing out from underneath his nationalistic hat.

"...Ja... I zink I might vant to join in on zis personally soon... Too much data und fun to pass up---Oh, how LIEBE it ven pleasure und vork come togezzer..."

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Amtrum

The group of escorting Enforcers continued to chat on with Amtrum, as he casually spoke about wanting to hit the bathroom really fast. For a bit, the Enforcers looked at each other. The orders for tightened security stated that in extreme cases, it may be better to just have them piss and shit on the floor. But this was the dreaded 'Earth Dragon' experiment, Sean Barker had put high alert on.

Looking uneasily at the other experiments, the Enforcers nodded in agreement---But they had to 'escort' the Earth Dragon Experiment there... and with these fellows as well.

This was going to be one long walk.

Teyfour

" TicK TOCK"

...Mr. Kuntakente wasn't too keen on seeing what would happen. But considering what happened to his stupid cousin, Jamal... well, he knew what could happen. The erratic sounds that this punk-ass-bitch was making were enough to know that this was going exactly how he wanted it to, in his easily-pleased small-time mind. Hell, the little fuck was backing up into the corner. The other four might mistaken it for a sign of submission, but this Kuntakente wasn't falling for that deep-ass shit.

---"HOWL!!!!!!!!!!!!!, MR. DOTS is HUNGRY"

"HOLY SHI---AUAAGUARRRZASSSZZZ~"
"OH FUCK ME---GAARRRACCPPPFFTA~"

"I AM the IRON WOLF... I am Dots, THE DOTS OF DEATH!!!!"

The other two panicked, startled. But this was the coup de gra', or however 'dem French folk spoke. He just laughed. "AH-HAHA! YOU'RE FUCKED NOW, LITTLE BITCH. Death to an Enforcer is results in execution, fo sho'!"

..In sudden realization of what the man in black was saying, looking at their compatriots, stepped back suddenly, tazer in one hand, and their batons in the other, as the man in black, reached for something else on his hip. Three yellows. Those other two were probably fucked also. Grinning suddenly, his small-nosed face diving forward into a crouching position, he snapped up the others canisters with his hands, and brought all twenty-seven needles at his neck, eyes bulging, as the other two fired, looking back to see what the man in black had just done, batons raised in defense, but their attention was turned.

Black Enforcer's Statistics:
Strength: 35 + 6 = 41
Dexterity: 35 + 6 = 41
Constitution: 35 + 36 = 71
Intelligence: 35 + 6 = 41
Wisdom: 35 + 6 = 41
Charisma: 35 + 6 = 41

Dropped Canisters:
3 Red (+5 Strength Each)
1 Green (+5 Constitution Each)
2 Blue (+5 Dexterity Each)

Reminder: Check This Thread For Full Details On Drug-Mechanics. Overdoses Effects Occur After The Event Is Over.

deBogart

"Uhm...thanks."

From her expression, I could easily tell that she had definetely not expected this type of treatment. Especially due to all prior reactions that the cell mates were generally dealt with. But there was a wildness in this girl that reminded me to my own grandson. A staunch reminder of exactly what and why I joined up with the Enforcers in the first place. Pocketing my hands, as I began to walk behind her, Feeling my bones crackle and pop back into place, felt some of my beard scratching uneasily at me, my nose itching. It'd been a while since I could smile easily.

---"HEY, OLD MAN! What're you doing!? Didn't your hearing aids pick up the orders?"

...Oh goodness. This was already turning out bad, right off the start. Suddenly walking up behind her, looking at the others, I put a gentle hand on her shoulder to stop her, as I stepped forward, looking at the three.

"Look, boy, we have rank. Respect it." I began with a low rumble of my voice. But they leaned back, with snide looks on their faces. Ah, the arrogance of youth. As wonderful as it was falliable, this was quickly spiraling down.

"...'His' orders outrank your rank, 'Old Man'. Just leave this girl to us... You know what they allow us with the 'Tightened Security, Accelerated 'Training'' Protocol.---Unless you want to get in on the action by yourself." he threw at me a little more subtly, accusingly. I bared my teeth in indignation at the thought. The specifics of the protocol were vague, just to make things harder, but the looks on their faces were calling for a much more extreme measures then necessary. I would not have RAPE go on in my patrol, thankyouverymuch.---

---One of them was already unzipping his pants. "...Hey... how long do you think she'd hold out, if I tried injecting some shit up that bitch's ass?"

Oh, that was it.

"...Girl. Run to that bathroom and stay there. Now."

Not even waiting for her response, I rushed forward suddenly, left foot stomping downward quickly to take out... 'Hal's' shin from underneath him, while bringing up my arms, fingers loosened in a reverse boxing/taijutsu-esque stance. Wesley, the perverted old chap I recognized from the cafeteria, had already realized what I'd intended to do, and was already grasping for his baton. God, the look in his eye sickened me. They were just looking for a reason to start up trouble, weren't they, these whipper-snappers?

The attack came from above, my left hand going up forcibly to catch Wes's wrist, as the third one, whose name-tag was currently blocked off, was helping up Hal to his feet, as Hal reached at his belt for a 'Red', a 'Blue', and a 'Green'.

...Oh for Pete's sake...

'Grandpa' Lauro Statistics
Strength: 35
Dexterity: 35
Constitution: 35
Intelligence: 35
Wisdom: 35
Charisma: 35

Hal's Statistics
Strength: 35
Dexterity: 35
Constitution: 35
Intelligence: 35
Wisdom: 35
Charisma: 35

Wesley's Statistics
Strength: 35
Dexterity: 35
Constitution: 35
Intelligence: 35
Wisdom: 35
Charisma: 35

Unnamed's Statistics
Strength: 35
Dexterity: 35
Constitution: 35
Intelligence: 35
Wisdom: 35
Charisma: 35

Cunningham

*SLAM*

Looking back panickly, the boy watched as the guards grinned, their eyes shining through the shadows of their eyes.

"...I don't wanna, though, I don't wanna, don't wanna..." he continued on in a whiny voice, hugging deeper into his bear, burying his face into the back of it. On the verge of tears, he looked up to see this scary looking girl, as the other Enforcers laughed.

"Well, looks like she's going to kill you. And I thought I already told you... Protocol's order is in. No one gets any food or drink, until one of you stops breathing. We decide it, you do it."

The speaker stood closer to the cell, as he held up a remote, his thumb going over it, circling around a button, looking at the boy, until the boy's eye was caught.

"...You don't want another shock, do you, boy? Or, would you rather cut the middleman, and do this girl a favor?"

Fear in his eye, he backed away, pushing his feet backwards, towards the side of the cell, as he looked back and forth between the scary girl and the Enforcers.

Cringing his face in defeat, as if trying to stop the possibility of crying, the obviously sensitive, mentally-affected kid quiet let go of the bear, and began hugging himself, almost violently---as a few veins began to enlarge about his forehead.

He took a stifled breath, as he looked at the strange thing he'd done. Yet again, like every other time. The bear was standing on its two feet, arms set to push, as he looked over at the girl again---His eyes widened, as he left out another strained breath, looking in total fear, his bear jumping rather quickly in front of him to his own defense.

"Nononononononononononononono... it hurts, it hurts, ithurtsithurtsithurts..." clawing at his forehead violently, the bear stepped forward, arms raised up, its abilities still unknown...

Calvin's Statistics:
Strength: 15
Dexterity: 25
Constitution: 15
Intelligence: 20
Wisdom: 10
Charisma: 120 - 3 = 117

Qi Ability: Intermediate Telekinesis (Untitled Qi Ability)
-Consumes 3 Charisma For Every Post Hobbes Is Controlled For.
-Psychic Shoving Consumes 5 Charisma Per Use (Equal To 50 Non-Harmful Strength).
-Levitating Small Random Objects Consumes 2 Charisma Per Usage Per Object.

Hobbes's Statistics:
Strength: ??
Dexterity: ??
Constitution: ??
Intelligence: ??
Wisdom: ??
Charisma: ??

Note: He cannot remove the controller from the Enforcer's hand via telekinesis because of the experimental nano-machines in that Enforcer's bloodstream, which are constantly emitting radio emissions that only travel out so far. Should the remote ever leave the (unnamed) Enforcer, the collar around Calvin's neck will continue to shock him until the Enforcer has the remote in his possession again, or until Calvin's heart-rate stops.

Masaru

"WHAT THE HELL!?"

The naked man grinned, as he began to lick himself, his hands rubbing his crotch all the more in the white creamy cake---*WHAM*

...

...

...

"Kimo-chii..." he fluttered out disgustingly, blushing as he looked up, getting very, very erect over the whole ordeal, as the cake became even more white.

...

...

...

He looked over at the boy suddenly, his hands going about in front of his chest, in a gay manner. He sweating in rainbow. colors as his obviously perverse thoughts progressed.

"I CAN HAZ RAEP NAO!?"

And, with that, either with the foot on his dick or not, the man rushed forward, with the same, horrific, grinning look on his face with those dead, lucid eyes.

...The other Enforcers took this time to leave, not really wanting to see what would happen next.

Tinkie-Winky's Statistics:
Strength: 30
Dexterity: 30
Constitution: 300
Intelligence: 10
Wisdom: 1
Charisma: ...Him? Charisma? What's Charismatic About A Naked Guy Running Around?

Santos

...So, obviously, she wouldn't expect the door to open, the glorious light shining through, as a very, very... um... very... uh...

"...I'm here to watch you pee."

Jean "Roid" Luc's Statistics:
Strength: ITS OVER NINE-THOUSAAAAAAND!!!
Dexterity: 1
Constitution: 60
Intelligence: 35
Wisdom: 25
Charisma: 40

[Bastille Amtrum]

Bastilles was up in a flash. Her lips curled tightly against her teeth in a blood thirsty grin. How fast had she gotten there, but she was sure they didn’t notice her muscles tensing for the jump. Bastille had already grabbed the one-man arm with the teaser pulling it forcefully into the cell through the bars then ramming her knee straight up into the elbow. This would have snapped his elbow into a million pieces if he wasn’t strong enough to move his arm even a little. She then used her sword hilt to smash his fingers along the ridge of the control so that he wouldn’t be able to let go of it. At least this was the intension she was going for. This also meant he wouldn’t be able to press down on the button. Weather this went well or not she would feel the teasers against her skin for even trying. Her other hand tossed her left hand the sword and she then thrusted it through another gap straight into another guy who had tazed her’s neck. Her eyes grinned masochistically.

She had been sitting so calmly for a long time. However here was the guards she was after. Her body wanted to move, yet her body couldn’t tolerate it. She knew the kid should fight on his own, but tazering was unhonorable. Bastille would back up being tazered significantly probably. She was hunched over her braid hanging loosely over her shoulder. Her red crimson eyes glaring darkness as her body sweat profusely and her breathes came out ragged. She stood up straight glaring at them and cracking her neck.

“Learn your place you filthy maggots, its being piked through the stomach, your blood being used to cleanse this earth….pitiful lap pups!” She retorted angrily snarling and turning towards the boy. He looked pathetic. A shape of a state she knew all to well. She bent down on one knee throwing another death snarl at the guards before turning back to the boy.

Her qi continued to roll off her like fog from a fog machine. It morphed and flowed into the form of a lion. The form growling and roaring at the guard of its own power. This was just Bastilles raw power…apparently it had a visual effect however Bastille couldn’t see it. She was too busy with the boy. She then gave him a kind smirk.

She grabbed the boys wrists and pulled them away fro his forhead. She then threw her arms over him trying to keep him from moving. One hand was under his arm and up his back, reaching to his neck where she stuck her fingers between the collar and his skin to keep them from touching or shocking anymore. This would mean, that it would be shocking her. But she knew she could handle it. She had to. She refused to give into this…it would just be a bad memory.

“Suck it up kid…” She said her body shaking as the electrical pulses went through her body. Her lion crouching lower. Her sword was in her other hand. She knew she had thrown herself into a probable attack. But there was some part of her that was awakened by this boy. The need to protect him, like she had her younger brother a couple of times. He looked like her younger brother…

She couldn’t really fight. But she could protect this kid. Unfortunately that meant if the guards came in, she would be forced to leave him to pain and fight them. She would do it. A little pain might teach the kid. She sighed. However if the kid or that damn moving bear attacked her she would fight them. She didn’t need enemies in fellow patients…but she refused to be beaten up either. She would go easy on him though. Her mind made up its mind and she prepared herself for a fight.

[olesya]

Walking down the corridor with shuffling steps, hands clasped in front of her, she tried to ignore the approaching men. They were vile, disgusting pigs that were sick with their pretend power. She wanted nothing to do with them, and kept her gaze locked to her feet to try and ignore them. Though, apparently it seemed, was the old man.

---[/i]"HEY, OLD MAN! What're you doing!? Didn't your hearing aids pick up the orders?"

See? Sick. No respect for their fellow officers. And though Olesya really didn't care about the lot of them on principle, she couldn't help but feel a small tinge of anger for the old man's sake. Afterall, it was the closest she'd gotten to kindness (Emily excluded) since she'd been here. Glancing up, she glared at the sneering enforcer, just as the old man spoke up, his voice low and grumbling, harnessing the power of age and wisdom more than arrogance.

"Look, boy, we have rank. Respect it."

"...'His' orders outrank your rank, 'Old Man'. Just leave this girl to us... You know what they allow us with the 'Tightened Security, Accelerated 'Training'' Protocol.---Unless you want to get in on the action by yourself."

Asshole say what?

The prisoner gave a full out snarl now, lip curling, eyes flashing. Her hands clenched into fists, nails biting into the flesh of her palms. It would be very unwise to start anything right here but the injections she'd been administered made her more violent, angry. She had to keep control of her temper.

Wait..was he unbuttoning his pants? Here?! Good lord..

Olesya felt her skin crawling with repulsion and she couldn't tell if she'd recoiled or not. She was definitely feeling uncomfortable.

"...Hey... how long do you think she'd hold out, if I tried injecting some shit up that bitch's ass?"

WHAT!?

She had never felt so angry and mad and alone at the same time. What should she do, should she run? She couldn't take all of them, and if she ran, one would catch her. She had very few choices right now, if only-

"...Girl. Run to that bathroom and stay there. Now."

The grave voice of the older enforcer spoke to her, telling her to run. He was...protecting her? And just like that he launched himself at the other three men, the cocky, power hungry assholes with no respect. Olesya stood there for a moment, mouth slightly open in dumbfounded surprise as she watched the scene before her. The old man moved into action, stomping one of them over before wrestling with a baton with the second. The third helped the first to his feet, they wouldn't be out for long, it was time to act.

Well, if Olesya couldn't take them on her own, neither could the old man. At least one of them would break away and take off after her if she ran for it. And call her crazy, but something was tugging at the junior, something that compelled her to stick up for the old man. For now he was her ally, she shouldn't take it for granted, as there was very little likelyhood that anything like that would happen again here.

Launching herself into the melee, her primary focus was the cans in the Enforcer 1 (Hal's) hands. A quick roundhouse kick to the hands while he was getting to his feet flowing into a tornado kick, an additional two kicks in the same arching direction as the first, would hopefully a least send each can flying from the straightening man's hands, resounding with a clanking metally sound as they hit the floor and rolled away.

Using the momentum from her tornado kicks, she would continue with the circular motion, bending till her hands met the floor in a sort of pre-cartwheel. But when her feet left the ground they pivoted sharply like a helicopter blade at Enforcer 1 and 3 (Unnamed).

(Think Sange/Sanji from One Piece XD)