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Techni-coloured BloodBath
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 Posted: Sat Oct 18, 2008 6:39 pm
Lilium looked up at the stone ceiling and sighed. She wondered how long she'd been awake and how long she'd been trapped in this cell. Five hours, maybe? She kept falling asleep periodically so she'd lost track of time, but it made her feel better to guess, considering from inside her cell, she couldn't even tell if it was day or night. She heard footsteps out in the hallway, but no where near her cell. She contemplated getting up and trying to look out into the corridor, but her legs didn't have the same plan in mind. She couldn't seem to make them move. She sighed again.
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Posted: Sat Oct 18, 2008 6:48 pm
A young teenage girl was sitting quietly in the cell, seeming to be lost in thought. She wasn't very panicky over the situation, and instead, thought nothing of it. The filthy cell that she was in reminded her of her room back home, how she never kept it clean and the colors were always dull and dark. After a few secconds, she then recalled what her name was. Evelyn. Evelyn Marques.
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Posted: Sat Oct 18, 2008 6:50 pm
((I am deathly afraid of phsyco stalkers -*shivers*- especially since my former uncle - my aunt got a divorce - is one. He's been in jail for 2 years and got out recently. I'm afraid he'll start watching me during my soccer games, seeing as he lives very close by... Lol))
Sammy Lynn was curled up in a small ball in one corner of her cell. What was she doing here? How did she get here? One minute she had taken her nap on the park bench, and the next, she woke up on the cold floor- was it the floor?- with no idea where she was.
"I probably went sleep-walking into some sort of local jailhouse," she grumbled. Finding herself content with this answer, yet still rather annoyed, Sora remained in that same postition, hoping, especially after she heard footsteps, that she'd get out of this cell soon.
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Posted: Sat Oct 18, 2008 6:55 pm
 My name is Luna Star...
"Love Me."
I think I'm kinda: "tired.."
I wonder: "How did I get here?"
Probably shouldn't be listening to: "Silence"
Luna woke up, feeling herself in a disfunctional position. She was in the room, but sitting in the sink. How did I get here? Luna opens her eyes slowly, trying to take in where she was. Where am I? Luna knudged herself out of the sink, and notices that the room only had a bed, sink, and a toilet. Luna rolled her eyes, then wondered why she was in a cell. Am I in jail? Luna slowly goes and walks torwards the bed, accidentally jabbing her knee into it, since it was extremely dark in the room. Luna sits on the bed, and starts to braid her dark green hair. When will I get out?
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Posted: Sat Oct 18, 2008 7:17 pm
Estelle sat as close as she could to light in her dark cell. She stared into the dark corners of the cells, almost crying, afraid of what may lurk within the shadows. She heard shuffling and turned around to see an old man. She covered her face, afraid of being hurt or punished or so on. Her quiet wimpers weren't so quiet in her cell and the surrounding cells.
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Posted: Sat Oct 18, 2008 7:26 pm
Oliver stared at the girl, Estelle, with sad, sorrowful eyes. He heard her whimper, and his brows furrowed. He was upset at her dismay. When he spoke, his voice was raspy and soft.
"I'm so sorry, my dear," he apologized, "and I wish you didn't have to stay here. My name is Oliver, and I take care of you." The old man slid a tray of food under the door. He leaned slightly on his broom, which was head-down on the floor. "Are you all right? I'm not going to hurt you."
His hands were thin and bony, and they shook somewhat. Tan robes covered his body from the neck down. His hair was long and white, his hairline receding from the forehead. Wrinkles ran across his bare forehead. He hunched slightly, as well. Overall, not the face of evil, at all.
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Posted: Sat Oct 18, 2008 7:33 pm
Estelle looked up to him a bit frighten still though, but she nodded in a silent thank you and to say she was fine. "My name....." Her voice was soft and quiet but still echoed in the cell. ".....is Estelle.." The misty blue eyes quivered with fear in them though she tried not to.
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Posted: Sat Oct 18, 2008 7:48 pm
Oliver nodded gently in reply. "You'll be fine, Estelle," he smiled gently. "I must go, but I have a feeling you won't be here long."
The old man shuffled away, holding a candle now, all of a sudden, in his left hand. He made his way to the next cell, which contained a girl curled up in the corner. Wordlessly, Oliver slid his tray of food under her door. "Here you go, miss."
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Techni-coloured BloodBath
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Posted: Sat Oct 18, 2008 7:56 pm
[EMERGENCY KITTEN!! XD XD]
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Posted: Sat Oct 18, 2008 7:58 pm
Sammy looked up at the voices, then saw a tray of food, and a man with a candle in his hand. She was so grateful for the food, even her normal sarcastic side didn't stop her from managing out a kind, "Thank you."
Sammy got out of her position and took the tray, studying the food before going to eat it. She could barely see what she was eating, but she didn't care. Anything was better than food from the trash--- or no food at all!
((Sorry, gtg to bed. Night! ^^))
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Posted: Sat Oct 18, 2008 8:06 pm
((It's ok. And glad you like my siggy biggrin ))
Seeing that his charge was eating, Oliver grinned and moved on. He honestly couldn't imagine how these people felt. He couldn't imagine being captured and thrust into a pit of a cell without reason or explanation.
The old man shuffled onwards, coming up to the third cell. He noticed that the brazier's fire was flickering low. The old man reached up to nudge the metalwork, until the fire raised a little higher. Then he turned to see the guest in the third cell.
Well, this was odd. The young woman in this cell seemed to be completely settled, not unnerved in the slightest by her surroundings. Oliver frowned. He hoped that this wasn't some sort of freak.
"My dear, are you finding everything all right?" He asked, sliding a tray of food under the door. His breathing was ragged - had been for twenty years. His raspy voice held a British accent.
((This is Evelyn btw.))
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Posted: Sun Oct 19, 2008 8:24 am
Alya was sat, crossed leg in the cell looking at her hands which were making funny movements in a type of game. She smiled as she lifted her hands up higher, it was the only thing that had kept her mind off the cell around her. She had awoken a while ago and then had remained in the position she was now for what seemed likes ages. Alya was sceretly gald that she games that she could remember and use on her own with just her hands. She gave a slight cold giggle as her hands fell again and she started to weave the game again
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Posted: Sun Oct 19, 2008 9:04 am
Nam opened his eyes, he barely remembered closing them. He glanced at the floor, then a little above, and then to an angle above his head and to the right, taking an audible breath. His heart quickened its pace. His stomach growled, and he noticed it was very cold. What's going on here? He thought while, unnerved, he gripped the bars of his cell. Why am I here? Please, someone give me some answers! He thought desperately. His heart was racing and he trembled. Backing up to the cot, he frantically began feeling with his hands (as well as his feet, so desperate was he,) and sweeping the area with his eyes for a way - any way - to get out of here. A sick feeling sunk into the pit of his stomach like a rock in the sea. Nam moved as quickly as he could to the cell's toilet and wretched, so great was his despair and initial fear. Flushing the contents and washing his mouth at the sink, he became more calm after the episode. More calm, but not entirely. His breathing became more rapid, and Nam felt suddenly tired, sinking down into a low slouch on his cot, promising himself he would "figure it out".
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Posted: Sun Oct 19, 2008 9:52 am
In no time at all, Sammy had cleaned the tray, licking her lips and wiping her face to make sure nothing was on it. She was trying to stay clean, she didn't want to make a bad first impression. Sammy tried to peek around, to see who else was inside. She heard voices, and a toilet flushing, and some shuffling about, so she knew she was not alone. Thank God.
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Posted: Sun Oct 19, 2008 10:06 am
Evelyn smiled at the kindly old man as she said, "Yes sir, thank you for asking. In fact, it kind of reminds me of my room back home..."
Evelyn's pale skin seemed to glow in the dim firelight, and her voice was smooth and soft. That's how her voice always was. She then noticed the food and said, "Thank you for the food as well."
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