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 Posted: Tue Dec 11, 2007 3:09 pm
The back half of the prison area consists mostly of a maze of cells, most of them empty and abandoned since the raid. However a few prisoners are still locked up, or have simply stayed in their cells, afraid to leave. One large cell was specially designed to contain a certain prisoner wearing a containment suit. That prisoner remains in the prison section, and has turned the guard room and discipline area into a sort of medical facility, as the official medical facility has become more or less a morgue.
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Posted: Tue Dec 11, 2007 7:32 pm
Lia stood in the far corner of the guard's room, where the temporary medical facility had been set up. She preferred to stand than sit, and was often seen standing as quietly as a statue in a corner. The containment suit made soft mechanical sounds as it continued to function, otherwise she made no sound, and barely any movement.
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Posted: Tue Dec 11, 2007 8:40 pm
Lanita Theiser kept her hands in her pockets as she strolled into the temporary sick bay. Making sure it was only her and Lia in the room, she closed the door behind her.
"So. You are the dangerous one, eh? The last pickup before this happened, I hear." She looked around at the instruments this time, rather than for people. "Are you a doctor?"
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Posted: Tue Dec 11, 2007 8:46 pm
Awoken by the sounds of the alarms and panic earlier on, the ex-intergalactic fighter, remained with in his cell. There was very little he could do considering he was still locked up. It seemed to him that this was as good a chance as any to escape had he been any other prisoner. Now was a good a time as any to take and cut down any gaurds, take what he could, and get off the ship anyway he could, had he been any othe prisoner. But he wasnt. Myke was just a different breed with in the cell. Picking up on the sound of nearby talking...nearby female voices, he slowly climbs to his feet and walks over to the front of the electrified sheild cell and just tries to look out to see what he could. His Cell being at an end of a hall, close to what he was told was the most dangerous prisoner there...Had he met this prisoner on different terms, he or she woulda made a good fighting opponent more than likely.
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Posted: Tue Dec 11, 2007 8:49 pm
Lia's mechanical mask turned to face Lanita Theiser. She quietly listened, before speaking. She ignored the first question. "I was the last pickup before the attack, yes." Her voice was soft and quiet, with a mechanical undertone from the suit. "No. I am not a doctor."
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Posted: Tue Dec 11, 2007 9:10 pm
She was unbothered by the lack of response to what had been a rhetorical question, but she still paused to think about the answers.
"If... Why did you--Did you set all this up?" She waved a hand to encompass the room. "I heard it was you, but I didn't really believe it, to be honest."
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Posted: Tue Dec 11, 2007 9:20 pm
"I set this up. Yes." The mechanical mask tilted to the side. "But I am not a doctor." She stood quietly for a moment. "You should doubt what you hear, but you should doubt those doubts as equally."
"Is there something you need?"
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Posted: Tue Dec 11, 2007 9:28 pm
She shook her head. "The kid--my sis--looked safe enough, so I thought I'd come over and satisfy some curiosity. Something to do besides sit around watch kids play pool." She shook her head and opened the door to go. "I do doubt, now that I see this..."
She gave a polite nod to the massive man watching from his cell as she left the prison area.
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Posted: Tue Dec 11, 2007 9:35 pm
Myke's red eye follows the leaving female a moment and then turns back to the armored suit, and just watches curiously but not enough to keep out of Boredoms reach and he just shakes his head and goes back to sitting in his cell, taking and picking up small peices of metal fragments that had somehow found their way into the cell too, and would begin to flick them at the front of the cell, watching as the little fragments would cause a spark as the wall catches them and then they drop to the ground.
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Posted: Tue Dec 11, 2007 9:38 pm
Lia nodded as Lanita left the prison. She ignored Myke entirely, or at least appeared to. She continued to stand in her corner still as any statue. Every now and then her suit made a soft beeping sound.
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Posted: Tue Dec 11, 2007 9:43 pm
Myke continued flicking metal bits off the electrical shield but stopped a moment looking at the suited inmate and wondered if he would be able to communicate like he has had to in numerous situations in the past. Deciding to take a risk and having his doubts on even being heard or not, he takes and on one of the walls of his cell, with one of the shocked peices of metal, begins to tap in morse code.
Can You Hear and Understand me?
He taps the message quick and then simply waits for a response if possible. He didnt always strive to be noticed, infact liked to be unnoticed sometimes but he was curious about this suited prisoner who had some reputation.
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Posted: Tue Dec 11, 2007 9:45 pm
The mechanical mask slowly turned in his direction the red glass vizor reflecting the lights of the prison. "If there is something you want, you could always ask." The voice whirred at the end.
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Posted: Tue Dec 11, 2007 9:50 pm
Myke continues to tap on the side as he lifts his chin up, revealing the scarring on his throat. Not really. He chucks the metal peice and it bounces off of the electrical feild making a big spark and then falls to the ground. Myke then goes and sits himself down against the wall and runs his black hair to the side, looking at the door and wondering just how he or anyone was getting him out. He had a feeling that any guards that were there to lock him up, are probably not around anymore.
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Posted: Tue Dec 11, 2007 9:54 pm
The suited inmate let out a long soft sigh. "I can understand you. Now I ask again, what is it you want?"
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Posted: Tue Dec 11, 2007 10:31 pm
Myke taps his foot against the ground. A way out. Was all he said and then would lean his back against the wall and tilt his head forward, closing his eyes and thinking to himself.
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