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 Posted: Tue Sep 13, 2011 2:11 pm
 "hey you in the red robe, seeing as you get to prance about the ship mind breaking at least one of these plaster casts" he looks really pissed off from others inconsideracy despite being able to kill most if not all the people on the boat "my hands are stiff and the metal bar stops me from breaking them myself, quite ironc really that the thing i have the most control over prevents me from freedom" laughing as he held up his hands
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Posted: Tue Sep 13, 2011 10:18 pm
☆═━┈ ✕ ✕ ✕ ┈━═☆ ┏━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━┓ ＪＡＭＥＳ ＷＹＡＴＴ
PRISON NO.: 78001
CELL NO.: B-577
LOCATION: "Heading to Hell..."
ABILITIES: "I don't think I have any, really..."
WEAPONS: "I'm on a prison barge, why ask that?"
MOOD: "Dude, just...not now" THERE IS BLOOD ON MY HANDS┗━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━┛ "Kill you?" He asked, his voice a bit thrown back by the question. "Hell, I haven't hurt anyone." He said, placing his hands on his chest. "They placed a phony charge on me for 500 Accounts of murder and the devastation of my hometown. I never did that! I swear." He said, but still he was on the boat. Suddenly there was a call from the deck. "Everyone off the Boat! Welcome to your new home!" Said a strong male voice, James offered his hand and walked towards the stairs, Guards marched passed them. Releasing all additional prisoners.
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Posted: Tue Sep 13, 2011 10:23 pm
☆═━┈ O-I-= (Its a guy!) ┈━═☆ ┏━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━┓ M A R C HtrolololololololM A S O N
PRISON NO.: 90001
CELL NO.: C-001
LOCATION: "I am where I am and am not where I am not, simple as that."
ABILITIES: "I can change peoples.... perspective on things, lets say"
WEAPONS: "Anything I can grab."
MOOD: "Currently, I am.... in the mood I am in! Does that answer your question?" DUDE. SQUIRREL.┗━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━┛ March walked relitivly close to him, trying to not bump into any strangers. She tied the blindfold on before any gaurds could see, or so that she couldnt see the monsters she was so close to. She held James's hand, trusting him enough to make sure she doese'nt run into anything. "James, where are we? It's loud..." She asked loud enough for him to her. She shuffled her bare feet along the solid, but relitivly smooth floor leaving a small trail of blood behind her. She could feel her quickening as all she could really smell around her was sweat, blood and bad breath. "Lets go to the railing," she proposed, trying to manage a smile. ┏━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━┓
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Posted: Tue Sep 13, 2011 10:36 pm
☆═━┈ ✕ ✕ ✕ ┈━═☆ ┏━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━┓ ＪＡＭＥＳ ＷＹＡＴＴ
PRISON NO.: 78001
CELL NO.: B-577
LOCATION: "Heading to Hell..."
ABILITIES: "I don't think I have any, really..."
WEAPONS: "I'm on a prison barge, why ask that?"
MOOD: "Dude, just...not now" THERE IS BLOOD ON MY HANDS┗━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━┛ James turned to her, as he took the blindfold off once again. They reached the top of the stairs and they looked upon the massive structure. The gigantic sign that read the horrid words, WELCOME TO NO MAN'S LAND!. He turned to her as she walked towards the railing. They looked down at the dock and saw the number of guards, all standing in formation, they could make out a woman walking towards the boat and she carried a rather large rifle. James turned to March, "Welcome to Hell, Miss Mason. Hope you've enjoyed life so far, cause'll be a b***h from here on out" He sighed, and walked towards the crowd.
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Posted: Tue Sep 13, 2011 10:42 pm
☆═━┈ O-I-= (Its a guy!) ┈━═☆ ┏━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━┓ M A R C HtrolololololololM A S O N
PRISON NO.: 90001
CELL NO.: C-001
LOCATION: "I am where I am and am not where I am not, simple as that."
ABILITIES: "I can change peoples.... perspective on things, lets say"
WEAPONS: "Anything I can grab."
MOOD: "Currently, I am.... in the mood I am in! Does that answer your question?" DUDE. SQUIRREL.┗━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━┛ March looked down at the ground worridly. All of the people looked scary, dead and rotting. She shuddered. She then turned to see the ship covered in monstourous beings. She screemed a bit before throwing the blindfold on again. "I like being blind more than seeing those things..." She muttered, grasping the railing and waving a bye to James, where ever he was. She used it as a guide rail to get to the front of the boat, to where the woman with the rifle would get out. She looked as though she was in charge and might be able to help her find more people that look normal, like James. ┏━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━┓
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Posted: Wed Sep 14, 2011 8:54 am
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PRISON NO.: 04269
CELL NO.: B 007
LOCATION: ...Practice...
ABILITIES: Charting the tides of fate...
WEAPONS: Fortuna's Wheel is my favorite...
MOOD: I would really love my library back...
┗━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━┛ Right as I was about to read the meaning, the ship stopping at port disturbed the cards and messed with their placement. I sigh and gather them using my power before placing them back into my pocket. I pull out the card for Fortuna's Wheel, and place it closing to my forehead, as if doing such was a good luck blessing. I put the card back and slip into the line of prisoners on their death march. We all knew it wasn't probable to survive, but nonetheless, we continue to fight for that last scrap of hope... and interesting human sentiment...
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Posted: Sun Sep 18, 2011 12:31 am
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Posted: Sun Sep 18, 2011 3:20 pm
Runnik was dragged by two guards muttering under his breath at the red robed man who did not help him he was thrown in a thick plastic cell so that he couldnt reach any metal or control it two noticeable vent stuck out in the roof each had square pipes leading away presumably one ontained a sedative in case he needed to be moved although no one could save him now and he doubted anyone would try he sat there playing chess against himself waiting for his turn in the arena he would inevitably be a part of
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