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Dec 4, 2005 16:49:19 GMT -8
Post by brainsqugee on Dec 4, 2005 16:49:19 GMT -8
(Mood swings are part of the gentic experiments done to him, or it's just that time of the month...who knows.)
There he was... the man Kris decided to charge all the crimes and wrong doings on. Kris was dead, he knew it to. So much for our brave and dramatic escape, he said to himself. All his talks about not giving up...seemed to catch up to him at that moment... He looked behind him, and saw the startled faces of his fellow experiments. He could not let them down, he made a motion with his hands signaling them to get back, as he walked towards Appollean.
"Proffessor." Kris said, without any trace of fear in his voice. He was still a good 15 feet away, just in case. "Lookin for an excuse to kill me?" Kris slipped out of his black jacket that he had on, revealing a black t-shirt. "Now why would you possibly want that?" He threw the jacket back towards his comrades. "Is it becuase I'm a threat?! Do you, fear me?!" Kris knew that he was not even slightly intimidating to this insane man, but he was always an arrogant boy. "Bring it!"
A group of guards walked around the corner, stepping over their comrade who had an unfortunate incident with a door a few moments ago. They decided it would be best to stay out of Kris's way...
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Dec 4, 2005 20:01:27 GMT -8
Post by Zeffa! on Dec 4, 2005 20:01:27 GMT -8
"Don't you moron!" Max shouted at the guy who was so full of himself he didn't realize what he was throwing away. She struggled even harder, her wings making is difficult for the man to keep ahold of her arms.
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Post by deliverance on Dec 5, 2005 0:54:54 GMT -8
Apolleon only grinned as he crossed his arms across his chest. This boy was entertaining.
"I'll tell you what; if you can make it to the final exit door of this fine establishment, then I will kill you-" Apolleon said as he paused, "I meant, duel you. However, if you fail, I get to take another one of your friends and experiment upon them." Apolleon arched his brow amidst the grin. How would the boy handle the situation? "Now think carefully, because you can die here, or you can wager the life of one of your comrades, or you can even turn around and go back to your hole." Apolleon turned around and began walking towards the split in the hallway. "I'll take care of these two." Apolleon didn't even make a motion, but the guards suddenly released Max and the Iguana girl. Though just when freedom was promising, they were bound by an invisible and unexplicable force. Soon the two began levitating in the air, bound by such strength that it could be said, they were paralyzed. This was just another suprising talent of Apolleon's; the power of telekinesis.
"Think carefully little mouse; your life isn't the only one on the line," Apolleon said with a slight laugh, and began heading down the hallway with the two levitating behind him at a distance to be safe of flying objects. The two also provided a 'human' shield between the escapees and himself. Around the corner, and Apolleon was gone.
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Post by brainsqugee on Dec 5, 2005 6:38:49 GMT -8
(Well this sucks...I'll figure it out though. Gimme a day to think aboot it...)
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Post by Zeffa! on Dec 5, 2005 9:54:49 GMT -8
This was horrible! She wanted out! Max couldn't move, her fearful eyes rolling down to see what was going on below. Her arms and legs were fully outstretched, and her back was slightly arched back, wings bound closed. This wasn't at all like flying, this was more like being suspended by chains pulling you taut. She felt encased, unable to even wiggle. She grunted and uttered noises, unable to open her mouth.
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Dec 5, 2005 15:15:36 GMT -8
Post by Sorrows on Dec 5, 2005 15:15:36 GMT -8
Number 7 had kept his malicious grin all through the encounter, standing intently behind Kris while Appolean had his little 'display'. He took a step forward, speaking over Kris' shoulder with a quiet, almost compelling whisper. "You're not going to just stay here and rot are you? Where is your courage now? What do you care about the lives of those here, your own included? If you don't get out, if they stay here, they're as good as dead anyways. Don't lose your conviction. Don't lose your nerve..." He was nearly taunting him, badgering him to keep his word and his boasts.
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Dec 5, 2005 15:23:44 GMT -8
Post by Thistle on Dec 5, 2005 15:23:44 GMT -8
Iguana girl just sat there cackling insanely with her perpetual grin on her face. She was suspended rather uncomfortably with her arms tucked close to her put her hands frozen in a clawlike position and her head cocked to the side. Her tail could almost reach the floor, but not quite.
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Dec 5, 2005 15:26:00 GMT -8
Post by brainsqugee on Dec 5, 2005 15:26:00 GMT -8
Kris knew that by the end of the day, he would be dead, or worse. It didn't matter. His most recent mistake could cause the death of one of his friends. The lives of four people rested on his shoulders. Max, Jasmin, Number 7 and 208. But he could'nt back out now...he would'nt go back. But he had very little time to contemplate his dilema, guards were comings. He could run, or fight. He began sprinting through the hall, "Know your way round' here?!" He said to both his comrades.
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Dec 5, 2005 17:13:03 GMT -8
Post by Raiku on Dec 5, 2005 17:13:03 GMT -8
208 looked down the hallway and in the distance he could see gaurds "Well we could take a right and end up at the chemical labs OR take a left and end up at the mutation labs or straight ahead and run into even more guards" he replied.
"In my opinion I would have to choose Right, I mean the gaurds would be a pain and who knows whats in the mutation labs but I doubt chemicals could hurt any of us, plus it wouldn't be a pleasant stroll for our persuers don't you think?" 208 said hastely as the gaurds were getting closer and closer.
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Dec 5, 2005 20:51:33 GMT -8
Post by brainsqugee on Dec 5, 2005 20:51:33 GMT -8
"Right then, chemical labs it is!" Kris threw a guard to the side with barely any effort as he sprinted towards a large metallic door with the words Chemical Manufacturing. The door opened suddenly, they didn't do anything...so why did it open? Kris had a really bad feeling about this, someone wanted him to go this way...but it was too late. He was already on the other side of the door. The door slammed shut, guards reppelled from the ceiling. "Not good..."
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Dec 5, 2005 23:18:54 GMT -8
Post by Sorrows on Dec 5, 2005 23:18:54 GMT -8
Number 7 just followed intently behind Kris, never changing his expression, his eyes recording everything with a malicious gleam. He seemed quite interested in Kris' choices, actions, and movements. He seemed to be judging, sizing, or even weighing Kris' abilities in all aspects that seemed to present themselves to the group. He seemed most compelled.
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Dec 6, 2005 14:48:22 GMT -8
Post by brainsqugee on Dec 6, 2005 14:48:22 GMT -8
Kris scanned the room. Three guards, one for each inmate he concluded. He chuckled to himself, "Three?! Don't flatter yourselves!" Kris kicked out the legs of the nearest table. It fell down, providing shelter from the bullets. It would'nt hold for long however. Kris thought for a long while about how he would escape this dire situation... As he thought, he saw 7's glare. Something was...different. He could'nt put his finger on it, but he did'nt trust him...But he had no time for thinking about that, he shook his head to escape that train of thought. He grabbed the nearest leg of the table, and ripped it from the table. It could make a good weapon..."Any ideas?!" He yelled, the bullets made a incredibly loud noise, and it must have been difficult hearing...
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Dec 6, 2005 15:19:55 GMT -8
Post by Zeffa! on Dec 6, 2005 15:19:55 GMT -8
~Meanwhilst~ Heavily Armored guardsmen were assisting clean-up crews in moving the bodies and replacing the door, this time using reinforced titanium alloy. Two left, returning a while later with a small framed figure marching in between the two. The new door seemed to function fine, and in the amount of time they had to replace it, was in extraordinary working order. The door's many locks and seals were released and opened, and the boy was unceremoniously shoved in, nearly knocking him onto his face. Icarus however regained his balance, about to say something when the door slammed shut behind him. He looked around the room.. it seemed entirely vacant.. but in the corner to his right sat Elizabeth. The boy didn't speak, and hung his head. The sight of him would betray her...Crush her a little more. On Icarus' back sat large metal frames jutting out from his shoulderblades, with a snake-like appendage along his spine. Long metal planes, sheets attatched to bars and wires formed effective looking wings. "... I'm sorry."
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Dec 6, 2005 15:33:50 GMT -8
Post by Dark Beauty on Dec 6, 2005 15:33:50 GMT -8
Elizabeth, also known as #145, had been sitting in the room alone. She knew that they would be captured again... what was the use of running when you will be stopped? It would just make you weary. Besides, she had nowhere to go. After being disowned by her family for her blindness, she had no place to be but here. And that was the tradgety of it all. The only one who knew her real name was Icarus. Icarus... he was standing in the doorway. Wings... HE HAD WINGS! She stared. That was all she could do. She could not weep... her camera eyes did not have anything that allowed human emotion into them. But she could howl. She dropped to her knees after a silent pause and wrung her hands by her face, her black hair falling about her face. Her "wings" spread like knives as she screamed in emotional agony. They had promised her... they had promised!
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Dec 6, 2005 18:41:48 GMT -8
Post by Zeffa! on Dec 6, 2005 18:41:48 GMT -8
Ic knew how much wings meant to her.. the twisted mockery of wings that sprouted from her back were torture. He didn't approach yet.. she might lash out at him right now.. it was best that he sit back and wait, let her be the first to speak.
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