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 Posted: Thu May 10, 2007 7:43 pm
((Bozley))
White cell. Always a white cell. What kind of padding did they use? Was there a reason as to why they used that kind? How about the whole cleaning situation...do vomit and shunt fluids come out with a little club soda? And what are people paid these days to work here...
His mind trailed off again. Damn routine. ******** with him more than his actual illness. Ugh. Plain white. Bland. Stupid cell always keeping him thrown off...and without windows in the entire joint, how was anyone supposed to know if it was night or day? There weren't any clocks, just...blank walls and bulletin boards. Covered in plexiglass. Framed with foam. Sealed with love and ******** kisses.
He was through with this. After writing in his journal, Bozley decided it was time to take action. He didn't care who tried to stop him. This was his mission. His. He would take charge, right here and now. First, he had to find the way to freedom...let alone leave his cell for once...
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Posted: Thu May 10, 2007 8:31 pm
First thing's first, if there's no pockets on whatever the hell He's wearing, Bozley puts the notebook and writing utensil in his safe spot. (Wherever that is). He looks around the room, taking in yet again the fullness of it. Namely the door(s) and their lock mechanisms, any rips or tears in the God awful white padding... Little things that he hadn't bothered checking before.
'Now that I've decided to take control here, I'll need to start focusing on the details.' He thought to himself, pacing around the edge of the room twice, turned around and went the opposite direction twice, then stood in the exact center of the room... Trying to get a feel for the overall size of the place. 'Grrr... And with no ******** clocks around here, I've got no idea when the nurse'll be back... This place is really starting to piss me off...'
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Posted: Sat May 12, 2007 5:02 am
((Bozley))
The room was pristine; he was very particular (and normal enough) to not damage or eat anything in there. The door had no handle, simply an internal mechanism that locked and unlocked at specific intervals...but without clocks, telling whether the door was open or not just came down to pushing it.
Placing the journal under his bed, Bozley took in the monotony of the room. No details to be found, really. A bed, a door, padded walls, anndd...yep, that's it. It's enough to drive someone even more insane...
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Posted: Tue May 22, 2007 5:51 pm
((Bozley))
He exited the room, and began his quest for freedom! But first, a piss. He turned right through the numb hallway and headed for the men's room, planting himself right in the first urinal.
Aaaahhh...relief...
Hm? What's this? Someone new entered the bathroom...
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Posted: Tue May 22, 2007 6:08 pm
(How nice of Jamie to not post here in ages...I know where he lives stare ...)
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Posted: Tue May 22, 2007 6:40 pm
((Ezriel))
The man smiled and dried his hands, meeting your gaze for the first time...
His eyes were grey and decaying; they sent shivers down your spine and told tales of a long-forsaken sould dying to escape...they bred horror and laughed in the face of fear...
But you also saw hope...a fleeting instant of hope...
And then he turned away, heading for the door. He bid you farewell as he left the room.
"See you around, friend..."
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Posted: Tue May 22, 2007 7:10 pm
"See ya...friend..."
Ezriel thought the whole thing was rather...creepy. Talking to a psycho in a bathroom...really flippin' fun. Ezriel looked around, then used the facilities as needed. He left after washing his hands.
As he left, he contined on his way away from his holding area.
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Posted: Fri May 25, 2007 10:06 pm
Bozely continued down the hall, heading away from the bathroom. 'Friend...' he thought to himself, questioning his own words. 'It would have probably been more fun to rip out that guy's spine...' he shook his head as he rounded the corner.
"No time for that now..." he said out loud, his thoughts getting a bit too loud for mere thinking. "Right now I just gotta' find that damn exit..."
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Posted: Sat May 26, 2007 7:28 pm
((Bozley))
Well...as he remembered it...the main lobby was to left-ish of his room. Basically, he had to go right to get into a main hallway, then travel left for a very short distance before reaching the elevator there. Right now he was in that very hall, and could see the lobby from the bathroom exit. Cool. Although...something weird seemed to be going on over there...
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Posted: Sat May 26, 2007 8:11 pm
'Weird huh? Heh, right up my alley...' Bozely headed towards the lobby. Well, perhaps strolled is more the proper term for it. All the horrors that this God-forsaken place had wrought, would be behind him once he left the building, and nothing, no matter what was going on down the hall, would stand in his way of freedom.
'Nothing...'
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Posted: Sat May 26, 2007 8:32 pm
((Bozley))
Weird was...the right word for it. The room was completely stark white and spaceous...as usual.
The only thing...out of place...was a large mass of scientists - Subania Staff Members - all crowded around the elevator, muttering hurriedly about something. Those in the back arched their necks towards the door...but couldn't see to get a great view.
You couldn't really remember a time when more than 10 of these guys were out at once; there were about 24 squeezed around the metal doors.
Huh. Gotta love this place.
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Posted: Sat May 26, 2007 8:36 pm
Bozely stood tall for a moment, looking over the tops of as many peoples heads as he could. Were they trying to get in? Or... was there a sight to see? Maybe the nurse passed out, and they were in line to... Well... You know...
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Posted: Sat May 26, 2007 8:47 pm
((Bozley))
From his current vantage point, he couldn't see anything. He was kinda surprised that no other patients were over here...but then again, everything had been pretty stagnant since that one guy got his entrails ripped out by Jonas...
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Posted: Sat May 26, 2007 8:52 pm
Bozely frowned and began walking closer to the group. 'It couldn't be anything too dangerous... I'd bet at least half of these nerds would snap like twigs in a fight.' Why wasn't there anything fun ever going on when he was out and about? If it had been anything like that Jonas incident, there would probably be more than just scientists around. And... Bozely sniffed the air. It doesn't smell like entrails this time.
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Posted: Sat May 26, 2007 8:58 pm
((Bozley))
They didn't seem to notice his approach...but now he could hear them pushing and shoving, all speaking about a similar idea. They must have been...reading something. That's it. Yeah, he could tell. Someone had posted a message or notice on the elevator doors...it seemed like a pretty big deal.
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