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 Posted: Thu Jun 27, 2013 1:49 pm
Yam I nodded slowly. He didn't speak. He simply sat where he was and watched the unconscious dead man's heart monitor with very little interest.
A young man entered the infirmary with his arm coated in blood from several self-inflicted wounds on his arm. Aito's eyes narrowed slightly when he heard one of the two undertakers in the room mention 'raven'. Are you two gentlemen speaking about me? He asked in a loud voice, not bothering to look at them. He asked the doctor for some bandages so he could wrap his arm while he waited for a reply.
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Posted: Fri Jun 28, 2013 2:05 pm
*looks at the newcomer* not at all *he looks down at retra and the heart monitor thinking about whats causing the spikes*
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Posted: Fri Jun 28, 2013 9:10 pm
Yami glanced back at the other deadman and shook his head. "No, birdbrain, we aren't." He said and watched the heart monitor. "She's probably just having a nightmare or something. But it might be something else....Who knows." Yami sighed.
Aito looked the two undertakers over for a minute, glaring at them for no reason other than to glare. He took the bandages the doctor had found for him and began wrapping his arm to stop the bleeding. "Who's the girl?" Raven asked, trying to make simple conversation so he wouldn't get bored.
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Posted: Sun Jun 30, 2013 12:24 am
Why so curious? *looks at him blankly trying to size him up*
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Posted: Sun Jun 30, 2013 12:36 am
Auto shrugged. "Don't get the wrong idea here. I really couldn't care less about who she is." he said and finished wrapping his arm. The deadman folded his arms behind his head and draped one of his legs over the other. "I just didn't want to be bored. I figured it'd be a bit funner to talk with you gents rather than either the unconscious kid or some random nurse that's just gonna ignore me because they gotta work." Raven extended his reply in a cool, level voice.
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Posted: Tue Jul 23, 2013 1:37 pm
boredom is one of the tortures here i guess unless you make your own entertainment *he replies back in a equally level voice*
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Posted: Tue Jul 23, 2013 9:12 pm
Walking while thinking subconsciously took him by the park, but a stop to rest on the way caught too much attention. Well, enough to cause concern and for guards to be called; an injured inmate would give a bad image to the park, even if it was around time for things to close. Being worse for wear he was caught without posing much of a threat, and for once the fuchsia-eyed delinquent was compliant amongst the few guards that walked in toe.
That was, until Tegi looked up and realized where he was being led. Before getting any closer to the infirmary’s entrance he whipped around to sprint the other way, only to be snatched by the collar and pulled. No no no no this isn’t happening! He thought as his own hands gripped at the front of the collar. Not here, anywhere but here, it’s not okay here! They’ll hurt me again! With that the deadman managed to turn his body and dart forward, sending the guard and himself to the floor. However, the young prisoner froze upon standing, fear holding him in place. This wasn’t good. This wasn’t good at all.
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Posted: Wed Jul 31, 2013 11:29 am
 Undertaker - Kaida Matsuki The young, black haired Undertaker was walking down the halls of the main building, somewhat slouched over, glancing down at the card in his hands. "That damn promoter told me that I would be paid well for this job.." He began softly, clenching his fist tightly around the card. "He didn't mention I would be getting paid in cast points... which are only of use in this insane prison of his." He shrugged, continuing to walk quietly, noticing some guards giving an inmate some trouble. Kaida examined the inmate, judging them to most likely be a deadman, judging by their lack of prison garbs, noting that most deadman are allowed to wear whatever they want. He approached the boy and guards. "There a problem here?" He asked, boredom being strong in his voice
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Posted: Thu Aug 01, 2013 12:08 pm
*hiroki stares at tegi and the other undertaker with amusement in his eyes* its not so bad, entertainment finds you i guess..
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Posted: Thu Aug 01, 2013 11:36 pm
The prisoner remained motionless, drowning in his own rattled thoughts, the sensation of his heart dropping to his feet and beating out of his chest at the same time, all while forgetting how to breath. The bored tone of the undertaker was disregarded and unheard, but being approached? Not so much. Before even giving a second thought to see who or what came near the deadman turned and sent a splay of darts tward where the dark haired undertaker stood.
Snapped out of his stand still, he began to draw hitched, uneven breathes. The guy from earlier is here? Crap I just fired at him didn’t I… he reflected as his eyes caught the glimmering shards on the floor. “You’re gonna try to coup me up here too huh?” he faltered between breaths. It was clear that Tegi was nerved out by where he was; however, he put forth a façade that was meant to be read as ‘take another step and you’ll regret it’. "I'd rather not be tortured here if I can help it." The statement became distant as his eyes began to follow the area's staff.
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Posted: Fri Aug 02, 2013 5:15 am
Undertaker - Kaida Matsuki Kaida stood there patiently with his arms crossed, waiting for the Deadman boy to respond. He scratched his side, tiredly. "Wonder what the cafeteria is serving tonight..." He mumbled to himself. He glanced back towards the Deadman, preparing to say something but saw the splay of darts shoot at him. He instinctively took a step back, grabbing the hilt of his sword over his shoulder and swinging it down forward in front of him, hitting the blood darts; the darts dissipating upon coming into contact with the worm eater. He placed the sword in its proper place on his back. "That was uncalled for. Unlike my... colleagues I prefer not to get too involved in these things." Pretty much he prefers to avoid work.
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Posted: Fri Aug 02, 2013 4:29 pm
He was about to reply to the half heard declaration, but stopped as a doctor walked past, feeling everything about the threatening façade slip to the linoleum floor. It didn’t seem like the undertaker would stand in his way, but with so much medical staff seeming to circle like sharks it felt like he was cornered. “I’m not talking about you,” he stammered, referring to undertakers in general, “I’m talking about them.” While the swordsman probably didn’t rummage through files like the other undertaker did to pick at prisoner’s pasts, his fears weren’t completely unwarranted. The penalty game simply reassured and strengthened Tegi’s distorted view on medical personal. Steadily the amount of branch increased from his injured arm, wavering raggedly as he tried in vain to remember how to breathe steadily. “I’d rather fight than go t-through s**t like that again”. Geez he hated that he was stuttering. He couldn’t help it with how freaked out he was though, and if it weren’t for focusing on talking he’d be trembling far worse.
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Posted: Sat Aug 03, 2013 11:41 am
Undertaker - Kaida Matsuki Kaida couldn't help but notice that something was greatly bothering the guy... well obviously something was bothering him; he is in this insane prison after all. But something other than that. He raised an eyebrow at him, a small amount of interest raised but just shrugged it off. He was pretty new to this... job and preferred not doing anything. "s**t like what?" He asked dully. He hasn't been briefed fully about what exactly Deadmen are, except they use an ability called Branch of Sin, and was given a general idea of what that was
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Posted: Wed Aug 07, 2013 11:00 pm
Tegi really wasn’t in the mood for story telling, not there and then. But he didn’t want to stop talking if it was the only thing keeping him from losing it. “Torture… th-they take things, they experiment… it hurts…” The last part stuck and was repeated a few times as his thoughts slipped further into what he just said. Just how bad where his injuries? Would they take advantage of it and take his hand away? He shook his head vigorously. No, no… they can’t hurt what they can’t touch. The injured arm was slack and more than sore, but there was enough branch around it to keep any sensible person at bay. However, the nature of it was starting to shine through: the shaken state Tegi was in yielded an unstable, unpredictable threat.
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Posted: Thu Aug 08, 2013 2:38 am
 Retra Smith[ Currently in her dream world ]The shadow hands silently snaked their way around Retra's legs as she walked. Without warning they tightened and pulled her to the floor. On the way down she let go of Misa. Misa gracefully landed on her feet. She then stared curiously at Retra. Retra's eyes widened. She looked at her legs and the shadows that binded them. The shadow hands slowly started dragging her down the hallway. Retra uselessly grabbed at the floors, hoping to slip out of the shadows' grasp. " Misa ! " she called. What the hell am I thinking ? Misa is a cat, how can she help me ?! Retra turned her head towards the direction the shadow hands were dragging her. Where are they taking me ?!
... wait is that ... it is ... my old homeroom she thought. . As the shadow hands pulled her into the class room she grabbed on to the side of the door frame. She clenched her teeth as she held onto the frame as the shadow hands tried to pull her into the class room. " M- Misa ! ," she called again to her cat, in vain. Misa ran towards her. Maybe Misa might be able to do something, I mean this is a dream. Anything is possible. By the time Misa reached her two more shadow hands came and grabbed her wrists, making her lose her grip on the frame. Now, in the room Retra was suspended a few feet off the ground, held by the shadows, in the form of the crucifix. She was in the front of the class room. Bewildered and pale as ghost, Retra looked around her old home room. She struggled to break free of the shadows, but, when she did they would only tighten their hold on her. She made a small yelp. Great, now what ?. Her head drooped as she closed her eyes. Ok, I need to relax. This is just a dream... its only a dream ... " That's about to become a nightmare, " added a sweet, yet, sinister voice. Retra's eyes snapped open, she began to shake a little. That voice ! I know that horrid voice. Slowly, she rose her head. Her heart stopped when she saw who it was. She was right, it was her voice. Shino Sakurada's. She, of course wasn't alone. Shino's three friends, Ryan, Sharon and Kyoko, were standing beside her. Retra's face was stricken with fear as she stared at the four. These four were the ones who bullied her, tortured her and then later killed Misa. These four rats were to blame for her sanity leaving her. " Oh, you look so overjoyed to see us, Retra," Shino said mockingly. Retra shook a bit more violently. Shino smirked at this. She reached for something in her purse. She pulled out a box cutter " Heh, its time for my favorite game of ' Cut the Freak ', ". She walked towards Retra and stopped in front of her. Shino gently dragged the flat of the blade down Retra's cheek. " Heh, you always did make it too easy to mess with you, " Shino turned the box cutter's blade to its edge as she finished her sentence. Without warning she slashed at Retra's face. Blood began to trickle from her fore head. A long cut on her right cheek also bleed. Retra clenched her teeth to keep from crying out. " Acting tough now are we ? " commented Shino's friend Sharon. " Keep cutting her. I want to hear her scream, Shino," Kyoko chimed. " Heh, I wonder how many cuts she'll be able to take til she cries," wondered Ryan. Shino smiled " Lets find out shall we ? ". Shino sliced Retra's arms, legs and more of her face. Retra braced herself as she endured each cut. She refused to let her self cry and cry out from the pain. I mustn't give in ... she thought. Her arms and legs were covered with bloody cuts. Her face was also cut up, but, not as badly. Shino was exhausted. " Aw, man. She didn't scream or cry," said Kyoko, disappointed. Shino stamped her foot in frustration " Come on and cry already you freak ! ". Shino slapped Retra's bloody face. Retra bit her lip, her face felt as if were on fire. Tears began to stream down her face. The tears made her face hurt even more. " Heh, look there are the tears. Now she just needs to scream, " said Ryan. Shino wiped her hand that had Retra's blood on it, from when she slapped her, on to Retra's shirt. " Ok, Shino, its my turn. I'll make her scream," said Sharon. Shino handed the knife to her. Sharon smirked " Time to make you sing like - Ah !, " she yelped in pain and dropped the box cutter. " The hell ?!, " she cried as she looked towards the figure that scratched her. It was Misa. The cat was in a defensive stance and was hissing at the four viciously. " That damn cat ! ". The four turned there attention to the cat. They started backing Misa into a corner. " No ! Leave her alone !," cried Retra, still helplessly bound by shadows. The four didn't seem to hear her. I've gotta save Misa ! she thought. She tried to pull her arms and legs from the shadows despite the pain of the cuts. " Let me go ! Damn you ! They're going to kill her again ! "[ In the Real World ]Retra started to struggle a little in her bed. Once again, the heart monitor spiked, but, this time it spiked a lot more than last time. *In my next post she'll finally wake up.
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