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Rogue If you're reading this... You are the Resistance         Since: 08-17-04 Since last post: 635 days Last activity: 444 days |
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| She turned her head to find the voice's source, but felt too weak to see much more than the white ceiling.
"I... uh. I guess I'm all right now, thanks. I'm sorry. I didn't hurt anyone did I? That guy... he's OK I hope." |
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Cairoi This isn't about you and your loud mouth, This is about me and my fucking beard. Since: 08-29-04 From: PA Since last post: 4850 days Last activity: 4474 days |
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| "He is fine."
One step. Two step. Three step. Still no source. "Tell us about your experiences with your powers." |
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Rogue If you're reading this... You are the Resistance Since: 08-17-04 Since last post: 635 days Last activity: 444 days |
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| She whimpered.
"Please don't make me..." |
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Cairoi This isn't about you and your loud mouth, This is about me and my fucking beard. Since: 08-29-04 From: PA Since last post: 4850 days Last activity: 4474 days |
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| The lights grow harsher.
"Failure to cooperate in mental health examinations makes one a viable candidate for...intensive therapy." |
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Rogue If you're reading this... You are the Resistance Since: 08-17-04 Since last post: 635 days Last activity: 444 days |
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| Her fears realized, her eyes began to mist over once again.
She was already taking meds with names she couldn't remember that did things to her she still couldn't fully explain. What more were they going to do? "What do you want to know?" She choked out. |
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Cairoi This isn't about you and your loud mouth, This is about me and my fucking beard. Since: 08-29-04 From: PA Since last post: 4850 days Last activity: 4474 days |
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| "When your power surfaced, how, what it's done to your life, and whether or not you'd want to give it away if given the chance." | |||
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Rogue If you're reading this... You are the Resistance Since: 08-17-04 Since last post: 635 days Last activity: 444 days |
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| "What it's done to my life?! You know what it did!!"
She tried to catch her breath as she confronted a past that would not be repressed. "There's been nothing but death surrounding me. I am cursed!" Her memory flooded her mind with faces. Thousands of them. All growing old around her while she remained statuesque in appearance. "I don't know when this all began. When my touch became fatal... gradually sucking the youth and vitality from those who sought my company... but my failure to follow your rules. Your... laws... " She struggled to say. "...Is what has landed me here. Little did I realize there were others with such abnormal abilities. I should not be here. I shouldn't EXIST!" |
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Cairoi This isn't about you and your loud mouth, This is about me and my fucking beard. Since: 08-29-04 From: PA Since last post: 4850 days Last activity: 4474 days |
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| "Well, it could be argued you were placed here incorrectly."
At the end of the bed, as though from nowhere, a doctor in plain white garb stands. "But over the course of your stay here, if you cooperate, we can cure you." |
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Rogue If you're reading this... You are the Resistance Since: 08-17-04 Since last post: 635 days Last activity: 444 days |
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| Helena remained silent and stared at the ceiling, slivers of a haunted past still floating in and out of her haphazard thoughts.
"And how long would that take?" (Last edited by Rogue on 07-19-08 06:21 PM) |
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Cairoi This isn't about you and your loud mouth, This is about me and my fucking beard. Since: 08-29-04 From: PA Since last post: 4850 days Last activity: 4474 days |
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FX Zombie Marco Since: 03-24-06 Since last post: 3832 days Last activity: 3727 days |
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| Lycaon was led back to his cell; he'd been outside long enough, and the guards were weary. Once the door behind him closed, his shackles unlatched themselves, and dropped to the floor. He unclenched his hands and moved his fingers. His hands didn't match each other. In fact most of his fingers didn't match each other.
His cell was constructed of the same material as his bonds, a metal that he had created himself. Lycaon hadn't personally created it, and yet he had. It was really a matter of perspective. Called khazinium, it was extremely thin, light, pliable, and -- most importantly -- energy resistant. It was his own undoing. Of course, even without his creating it, the development was inevitable. He laid down on his bed, a slate of metal jutting out from his wall, and looked up at the ceiling. It was strung up with fluorescent lights. He hated fluorescent lights. He reached down to the stack of books under his bed, grabbing one arbitrarily. Ptolemy's Almagest. He opened to a random page and began to read. |
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Rogue If you're reading this... You are the Resistance Since: 08-17-04 Since last post: 635 days Last activity: 444 days |
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| Helena responded to the voice, now embodied by a white-clad doctor.
"I've only willingly taken your drugs to keep others from getting hurt any more." She finally said. Sighing and fully resigned, she said, "Fine. Whatever it takes. All of these years... these centuries... they've worn out their welcome a long time ago." |
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Xeios You WANKER! Since: 08-16-04 Since last post: 5076 days Last activity: 1386 days |
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| Lycaon could hear the jumbled taunts of Stallion, who felt like he was in a real prison. He felt as if he needed to fight for people's respect. He needed to battle others he thought were tough, in order to gain his place in the prison system here. This was not the case, and such crude behavior was usually returned with harsh physical punishment and solitary confinement.
Speaking of solitary confinement: Marionette looked out of the small one inch by six inch slat in the door, his only access to light. He didn't think he was a bad guy, in fact, he thought that this prison cell was undeserved. But so help him, he would not allow any such feelings to surface. This prison would burn, as well as any records of him being here. Any information they might have had on him, destroyed with the fire. The Stringmaster's eyes were pale blue, and examined the outside closely. There was visibly one guard by the door, and a woman wheeling around a cart, stopping at each cell. It was his turn, a cup with three pills in it was handed to Marionette through the thin slat. He promptly tossed them into his mouth, or so it appeared. He really kept the pills in his cupped hand, and as the slat shut, he placed them into a crack in the floor, grinding them slowly to dust. "Theodore, it is time for me to see what this medicine will do to a body which does not take it. Withdrawal can be a bad thing, and these pills are very, very addictive. It took all my strength to grind them to dust and not gobble them up." Theodore responded with his typical green shimmer, there were no words Theodore wished to speak right now, he was undercover. |
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Cairoi This isn't about you and your loud mouth, This is about me and my fucking beard. Since: 08-29-04 From: PA Since last post: 4850 days Last activity: 4474 days |
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| The doctor harrumphed. "We're working on producing an artificial gland that secretes Noxadrain. If the body accepts it, you will be a regular human. We need willing subjects. What better place to go than a hub of supervillians?" | |||
True Flight The One Since: 08-21-04 Since last post: 101 days Last activity: 101 days |
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| Elsie woke up. Her mind began to drift. She couldn't remember anything other than someone grabbing ahold of her and knocking her out. Elsie's mind was jumbled. She looked around and sat up holding her head. Elsie put a hand through her red curly hair and looked at her clothing. A white shirt that went to her knees. She looked under and saw that she was wearing a sports bra and underwear. She rolled out of the bed and looked around. A fluorescent light flickered.
Elsie's eyes turned to a door. She got out of the bed then looked around. "Mom?" the girl said aloud. "Ellen..." She blinked and put both hands in her hair. "Where am I?" She began to stress. "Where's my mom... Where's my sister...." Her eyes began to shut tight and she began to cry. "Mommy... Ellen..." She jumped out of the bed. "WHERE ARE YOU?!" She shouted out of desperation. Elsie stopped for a minute and looked around. She began to take quick and short breaths, her heart began to pound, and Elsie was gaining a migraine. Elsie didn't know what to do other than go to the furthest corner from the bed and sit in a fetal position and cry. |
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Lord Vulkas Mormonus Vile High Xeodent of Xeomerica.  Since: 10-29-04 From: North Carolina, United States. World, Sol System, milky way Since last post: 96 days Last activity: 96 days |
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| Michael continued to stand in the courtyard with the others. That woman was strange, one moment crying about something, and then collapsed on the ground after she touched him.
Strange... But it was clearly that she didn't have the strength she needed to continue living...she didn't have the strength needed to be a true villian. She didn't have the strength to do anything more than exist. "Nice to meet you, act confident." Michael couldn't resist a tiny smirk. Him? Act confident? He was always confident, and he would always appear confident. If his image broke, his plans would be demolished, and he would never be able to do as he desired. He looked towards the man who said for him to act confident, and said, "Kowalski, right?" he asked. "Do you know who that woman was?" (Last edited by Vulkar on 07-20-08 08:10 PM) |
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Rogue If you're reading this... You are the Resistance Since: 08-17-04 Since last post: 635 days Last activity: 444 days |
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| Helena shut her eyes. Her face that of a young woman. Possibly in her late teens. Hair darker than raven feathers and eyes... eyes that had gazed upon three millennia of suffering and torment. She had watched whole cultures raped and destoyed and civilizations continued to rebuild or were born anew.
Her eyes shone of brilliant gold that only became clearer and more tortured with time. Where were her gods now? She'd learned her lesson now. It was time to depart. But no deity dared smile upon her for her disloyalty. "I am no villain, sir. I was a lover once, now I am nothing but a mere shell of the woman who once was. I'm fortune's fool, sir. Give me a mortal life." |
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Cairoi This isn't about you and your loud mouth, This is about me and my fucking beard. Since: 08-29-04 From: PA Since last post: 4850 days Last activity: 4474 days |
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| Kowalski nodded. "Yeah, that's the name. And I have no idea. She'll be out soon."
Kowalski shot a look at the crowd. "Whoever comes in first is going to learn I mean business." The doctor extended his hand. "Report here tommorow. Tell the guards you were asked to appear. We'll begin evaluation, then." A man appeared in the crowd. The others looked at him with suspicion. He was new, as well. "Lay off, you guys. None of us may have powers, but after witnessing what happened to the doll lover, you think you'd be more aware of the whole guard consequence." With that, the inmates began to scatter, one by one. "Name's Henry." |
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True Flight The One Since: 08-21-04 Since last post: 101 days Last activity: 101 days |
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| She looked as she began to be brought into the crowd. Her eyes widened and she began to shake and tremble. Elsie sat down and looked up. Her eyes showed a lot of fear. "Where's my mother?" the 18-year-old girl began to ask around. "If I don't find my mother I will...." Elsie stopped and then held her knees together. (Last edited by One Shot One Kill on 07-21-08 12:48 AM) |
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Cairoi This isn't about you and your loud mouth, This is about me and my fucking beard. Since: 08-29-04 From: PA Since last post: 4850 days Last activity: 4474 days |
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| In Lycaon's cell, something strange began to occur. The air in the center of the cell began to shake, as though disrupted. A man seemed to come through the air as though it were water he could sift through. He had long, unkempt black hair, cold, shifty eyes eyes, and a black cloak covering his body.
"Lycaon! It appears I found the right cell." |
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