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 Posted: Tue Aug 27, 2019 2:32 pm
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JAYSON WRIGHT
Jayson heard Adora speak to him and had to actively stop himself from instinctively swishing her away, he didn't kill flies but he did move them along if they landed on him. "As long as you don't start walking on my face." That was where he drew the line. "Yeah, blow it up." He couldn't help but encourage her, it had been a long while since he had seen a helicopter explode, it wasn't like he sought them out though, it was more like seeing a shooting star, rare but not improbable. A guard jostled him and placed a pair of handcuffs on his wrists in front of him, he waited about five seconds before biting through the middle giving himself a pair of bracelets to be snacked on in his own time. He watched the guard do the same to Jacob. "Want me to...?" He pointed at the handcuffs. The guard who had watched him eat the handcuffs didn't bother to try and reapply them, it was his own fault for binding Jayson's arms in front of him after all. A guard rushed past Naomi at the warden's order and started spraying green goop at the helicopter, he had once had the misfortune of being covered in that stuff and knew how hard it was to escape from. Also it tasted like rancid lemonade and toe jam, he had given up trying to eat it in the end, and just submitted to the stay in solitary. He moved slightly behind his mech guard to avoid shrapnel or bullets. |
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Posted: Tue Aug 27, 2019 3:10 pm
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Eloquent Conversationalist
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Posted: Sun Sep 15, 2019 8:15 pm
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Posted: Thu Sep 19, 2019 1:04 pm
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The Warden
The warden let her have her moment then gave the order for the anti-personnel goop to be used on Veronica. While he was thankful that she had dealt with the helicopter he was still the warden, and the rooftop prison yard was in full view of the city. It was just easier if he thanked her while the media wasn't watching. He looked at the smoke that was rising in the direction of the stairwell and silently cursed his luck, "And make two trips, Mr Freeman?" He scratched his chin, going through his options. "Open the freight elevator." It was old and rarely used but it was big enough to move them all without making two trips. He was particularly concerned about leaving Jacob alone, idle hands made the devils playthings and he just assumed he was carrying some sort of weapon based on his psych profile. "This way people." He led the four prisoners through a door, past the normal elevators and onto a larger box room. The doors to the freight elevator and the buttons for it had been painted over a long time ago, but a manual override in the security office had forced the doors open revealing the cobwebbed platform inside. He didn't look happy about the circumstances but had already decided it was the best course of action. He stepped on first, followed by guard who had exited his suit, then the prisoners, in varying states of freed.
"Can you see me?" He waved at the ancient camera and received static on his radio. Probably not a good sign all in all, but it was a bit late to go back now. "Take us down three floors." The doors closed behind them. There was a groan and the lift dropped about three foot before stopping suddenly, the breaks kicking in, but the lights giving out. The warden and the guard turned on flashlights. "Woah, Hello? Carefully take us down one floor." The wasn't even static on the radio this time, just silence. The elevator lurched again, dropping another few feet. There was a brief silence that descended on the group, and then outside something that sounded like metal straining, a high pitch whining that became more and more high pitched as the seconds ticked on. There was one more long moment of silence, then the cable holding the elevator snapped, the weight of the elevator and it's occupants was more than the brakes could take. They fell. Sparks invaded the top of the elevator and flashing lights danced by the slit in the door. They descended further than seemed possible, past the cells, into the forbidden floors, until finally... Kersploosh. The elevator hit water, breaking their fall temporarily. It didn't quite stop, just slowed and as it sank it started to fill with bitterly cold water. The warden was knocked off his feet and scurrying to find the torch he had dropped. |
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Posted: Thu Sep 19, 2019 1:34 pm
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JAYSON WRIGHT
Jayson thought about the question. "I mean we've never had dinner. He can make contracts with people, tit of tat. I bought food, my food, and freedom within the walls for not escaping." He watched Veronica for a moment, his eyes lighting up as the flames hit the helicopter. "He's not a bad person, just someone doing their job. I didn't feel like escaping before now." He rubbed his palms together and watched the helicopter crash, there once was a time when he'd have revealed in that, but lately he'd found it all a little lacking. Something about his trip home had upset him deeply but he'd not been able to articulate it. Jacob didn't answer him so he didn't bother to oblige him and bite thought his handcuffs, the man either wanted to keep them on or was thoroughly antisocial. "Well done, V" Veronica, wrapped in the goo was pushed into line with the rest of them and he couldn't help but say something. "Freight elevator? What do you need one of those for in a prison?" He was just voicing what everyone was thinking. He wasn't really expecting an answer and was led along to the ancient death trap regardless.
He stood next to Naomi as the elevator attempted to descend. It didn't take a genius to realise that this was a bad idea. The guard who was with them either was so backwards he hadn't worked that out or was so intent on doing his job he didn't care. After the lift fell the first time, he had pulled out his gun and pointed it at them. Jayson held up his hands, but was more focused on the warden's failed attempts to get them out. "Don't tell them to move it. Get that gun off us and open the doors." He was shouting but stopped as the elevator lurched down a few more feet. He looked towards the ceiling, his ears straining as he heard the cable strain. He wasn't about to die, but gravity had other ideas and the cable snapped. He staggered and fell towards the guard with the gun, clawing his way up him as he tried to keep his balance. The elevator hit the water and he fell on top of the guard. He staggered back to his feet by this time the water on the other side of the doors was coming in at knee level and rising quickly. He picked up a torch that had rolled to his feet. "Guys?" He flicked the torch around as he tried to find his fellow prisoners. "Anyone injured? We need to get out of here fast!" He had no intention of drowning in a steel coffin today. |
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Posted: Fri Sep 20, 2019 7:20 am
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Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ It's ten times as hard to put yourself back together...
 Thinking on Jayson's words, her eyes never left the man. She, of course, had no intention of speaking to him. She had nothing to give him and he had no right to ask anything of her. Him demanding to speak with her as he so casually did only set her mind off more, an obvious red flag waving in the back of her mind. Moving further into Jayson's collar as the Warden made them all move onto what seemed to be a very shitty freight elevator, Adora stayed securely hidden with full intent to make her move first chance she could. Her only motive was Jayson, to get him out and get back to her place away from here. But she wouldn't go killing everyone just to get him out, she was more patient than that and, frankly, more sane.
Glancing around as they all stood in the creaky elevator, Adora moved along Jayson's collar in order to be closer to his ear. This won't be good. She could hear the strain on the elevator's cables as they all stepped in and simply stood there. This place was too old for them all to be bunched up like this, or for the elevator to even be working. And as the Warden received static and crappy signal as he talked so could tell she was right. The first time the elevator lurched down, she held on tighter to his collar. Brace yourse- Being cut off by the elevator dropping down, she lost grip of his shirt and slammed up into the elevator's ceiling, making her return to her human form by default and slamming down hard onto some other man Jayson had referred to as Jacob. Rolling off of the person rather quickly, she stood and ignored the pain shooting through her back as her eyes changed to cats eyes, making her able to see in the darkness. Moving to Jayson, she rubbed her lower back slightly. Well, that was fun. Groaning a bit, she looked at the doors. I can deal with that, just get everyone to give me a little room.
...than it does to fall apart Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ
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Eloquent Conversationalist
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Posted: Sun Dec 08, 2019 7:56 pm
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Naomi Watch
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"I've seen enough horror movies to know where this is going?" Naomi commented after the Warden only received static on his radio, but ordered them to go down anyway. In classic Naomi fashion, she was rather looking forward to the other shoe dropping. She didn't need to wait long. They suddenly dropped a few feet before grinding to a halt. Naomi was grinning. It wasn't as if she had bones to break. Flashlights flicked on shortly after the lights in the elevator and Naomi found one of the guards pointing his gun. Unlike Jayson, she didn't raise her arms. "Hey, it's not like we made the elevator get stuck. That's not going to help anything." Despite her words, she could totally see Jayson or Jacob somehow being behind the elevator breaking. The words hardly left her mouth before the ground vanished beneath her feet. "Weeee!" Someone else was laughing, others screaming, though she couldn't tell who. The beams of light created a mini raven in the elevator as the guards were flung about. When it was all said and done, Naomi found herself being crushed under power armour. Well, crushed was relative as her body squished and moulded around the power armour. Coldwater started rushing in while Naomi crawled out from under the guard. "I think you have a leak in your basement Warden." She pointed out unhelpfully. Drowning wasn't exactly a concern for her, though she didn't know what happened to their contract is the warden died. Would they all be free, or would Naomi be bound to this prison for the rest of her days? It seemed Adora was on the case in any event, as she asked them all to give her some room. Naomi started to comply but the bright light of fire lit up the small elevator, coupled with extreme heat. "Whoa! Careful hot stuff, it's crowded in here!"
February 30th 2013
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Posted: Sat Dec 14, 2019 2:30 pm
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JAYSON WRIGHT
The warden, following the torch but not quite standing properly reached out to grab it from Jayson but missed and grabbed his arm instead. Jayson struck him in the head with the torch rendering the warden unconscious, it was a lucky strike more than anything and he immediately regretted it but also felt that if the was to try and take charge they would all probably drown out of spite. As his contract didn't release it was a pretty safe bet to assume that he wasn't dead, though getting him back into the prison alive with him now immobile would take some doing. He swore before reaching down to make sure he wouldn't drown. "Veronica, dip it in water it'll loosen the goo. That's how the doctor got it off me." He didn't bother shining the torch her way, the fire was a clear indicator for what she was doing, her burning their shared air wasn't a pleasant thought. "NOBODY MOVE!" The guard was pointing a gun at them, water was already pooling around their shins and Jayson looked over and then shone the light on the door. "Jacob, I believe negotiations are your field of expertise." A wet gun was no danger to any of them but why take the risk, the guard pointed the firearm at Jacob. "Or was that wrestling in the men's something else entirely?" He grinned. "Adora, you've got all the room your going to get. If you get the door, Naomi, do you think you can find something to jam it?" He reached down and pulled the warden up, then looked at him and changed his mind. "Veronica? Can you give me a hand with him... Probably better to keep him alive, you know. He is still the warden." He doubted any of them would know, but there was always the chance that killing the warden wouldn't erase the contracts. He had grown up around deviants and knew nothing was ever straightforwards with them. |
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Posted: Sun Dec 15, 2019 9:57 am
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