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 Posted: Thu May 25, 2006 5:18 pm
The two were put back into their rooms- with a note on the door saying, "Tomorrow morning- a very special session with Agent/Dr Palance shall occur for the denizen of this room." The note was signed by Palance aka Cig Maw.
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Posted: Thu May 25, 2006 6:24 pm
Gaian Name: Leyli
Name: Felix
Age: 19
Gender: F
Personality/History: Though generally a boy's name, 'Felix' meaning 'luck' in Latin, was given to her from still-born birth due to the remarkable Lazarus phenomenon. In medical history, there have only been a handful of cases and no explanation for such miracles.
Many blame her unnatural survival to be the cause of her strange personality. Heavily inspired by her grandfather's WWII stories (released captive), Felix grew up as a natural activist and rebel.
During sophmore year in College, she became renowned for her anti-war protests and demonstrations, gathering more supporters by the year - needless to say, the government was not too pleased with her 'treasonous' behavior.
Appearance: (signature)
Why your crazy: Felix was sane when she was forced into the asylum. She was the only sane person in an irrational, conspiring world. Even inside Hoffaville, she challenged the system, so much so that they (flockbirds) subjected her to numerous electro-compulsive treatments. The 'therapy' sedated her somewhat; ironically, the resulting brain damage also caused Felix to experience numerous symptoms of Pyschosis (paranoia, hallucinations, faulty judgement).
Item from your past: A copy of Thoreau's "Civil Disobedience"
A last gift from her grandfather.
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Posted: Thu May 25, 2006 6:52 pm
((Woah, your profiles got everything- Thoreau, rebellion, WW2, I have to say , your definetely in!))
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Posted: Thu May 25, 2006 7:14 pm
Crystal's eyes fluttered open as the effects of the gas where starting to wear off. She let a small groan escape her as her arms forced herself upwards in a sitting position. "What happened?" she asked herself, then rubbed her eyes, trying to get rid of the blurry effect. She soon spotted the note on her door and read it over quickly. Her eyes rolled as she tore up the piece of paper and threw it on the ground. Suddenly, something hit her. Her arms quickly reached for her pocket in search of the key. Luckily it was still there. She let out a sigh of relief as she moved over to the corner and waited for Agent/Dr Palance to arrive.
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Posted: Thu May 25, 2006 7:20 pm
Footsteps echoed down the corridor, The door to Crystals room unlocked, two guards, No.26 and No.42 were standing there as evidenced by their nametags. Agent Palance or Cig Maw was smoking a cigarette and walked in and said quietly, "No more Mr.Nice interrogator, take her to Room C."
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Posted: Thu May 25, 2006 8:56 pm
"Ooooo... Room C. I'm sooo scared," she mocked. Crystal let the guards thake her away without a fight again. What's the use, they where bigger than her and she was defensless. As she pasted past Cig Maw, she gave him a look of pure disgust and spat on his shoes.
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Posted: Fri May 26, 2006 2:54 pm
As they were outside the room known as Room C- Cig maw responded too Crystals insult by telling the guards to stop with her. The guards did this and Cig Maw took off his shoe- a black business shoe (Nice and shiny) And brought it to her face, he said ,"These are my shoes-not yours Crystal, if you were more-----Adjusted to this place, I would certainly let you spit shine my shoes. But instead I'm Going to do this." And he grabbed her by the neck-handing the shoe to the other guard, he took his lit cigarette and pressed it into her shoulder.
Meanwhile, the Guard No. 13-the same guard who had been singing the song the previous night outside crystals room, His nose started bleeding suddenly. After wiping the blood away-he felt dizzy and light headed. Than a good idea arrived into his brain. He didn't know where this idea came from, but he liked it nonetheless. Walking back into the confiscation room-he grabbed a shot gun and ammunitiion. Walking back out he shot into the air-blowing out a light. No.13 walked down the corridor singing to himself , "Zippidee Do daa, Zippidee Dey, todays gonna be a wonderful day!!"
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Posted: Fri May 26, 2006 6:22 pm
Bang
Felix jerked awake.
She looked around in a bleary-eyed daze. For a moment, her mind was lost in the usual gray zone, 'fuzzy time', the general spectrum of cerebral activity the doctors recommended of their patients.
It had been two weeks since the last appointed shock treatment. The procedures actually followed no chronic schedule at all; whenever the nurses found that she was acting comprehensively again, the phone would dial and that afternoon... static.
The color drained out Felix's face as she remembered, almost hearing the alarm which summoned for her to the machine room, the thunder of footsteps as ward aides rushed to strap her down.
For a moment, her skin seemed to turn as pale as her shock-white hair and the pastey walls surrounding her cell.
White White White White.
It was enough to make anyone - just quit.
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Posted: Fri May 26, 2006 6:41 pm
"Quit it! Stop fighting..."
It was something an elderly patient had said to her, the tired voice echoed and ricocheted inside Felix's skull. She had conversed with the old woman in the Disturbed Ward half a year ago, the first week at the asylum . It was the only phrase she could make out from the lady's garbled speech - made more sense now than ever.
"Or You'll end up ...like him."
A bony, blemished finger pointed towards a figure behind them. There was a man lying on a gurney, alive -somewhat- still staring straight up at the cealing. He had turned into a 'vegetable' after undergoing lobotomy and thus, now lacks a soul.
The operation was reserved for patients who were aggressive, a physical threat to the staff and other patients. In contrast, Felix was passively resistant and was spared of such a fate worse than death. At least, for now.
Anyway, the advise was possibly the wisest anyone could offer at Hoffaville- unfortunately, the old woman should have saved for breath for someone else.
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Posted: Fri May 26, 2006 8:06 pm
Crystal grinded her teeth as she felt the cigarette burn into her shoulder. Her eyes glared daggers at him as soon as the cigarette left her skin. "Can we just get this all over with?" she asked him rudely looking at the gaurds than at the door that let to room C. "I have better things to do than look at the poor, disgusting figure before me." She struggled against the firm grasp of the two guards but with no effect.
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Posted: Sat May 27, 2006 9:30 am
The aides-entering Felix's Room, started to get her ready for the treatment. Continuing thier work, unbeknowest to them of the Man heading down the aisleway to her room. NO.13s only thoughts at the time were what he was singing, "Hig hip Hooray, Everythings okay, now just listen to what I have to say!" And just as one of the aides moved to look at the door to see who was singing. A shot gun blast rang out burrowing a hole in the aides chest. The aide fell to the floor-never to get back up. No.13 was standing in the hall way, a big bald clone of a man, with the shotgun pointed right into the room. He said with a crazed voice, "The rooms...Thier all white-you need to put some color in this place, how about-RED!" And he shot another blast into the stronger looking aide.
Cig Maw stood there at rapt attention forgetting about Crystals disobediance. He told the one guard, "Keep her here- you however-come with me." He reached into his pocket and took out a blood red lighter. And went down the hallway to the sounds of the shots.
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Posted: Sat May 27, 2006 9:51 am
Crystal watched as Cig Maw walked away from her. She didn't try to escape or anything. She was actually looking forward to the interogation. This would be the perfect opportunity for revenge. Crystal craned her neck over to see if she would be able to see what was going on with all the gunshots. She was able to hear voices but couldn't understand what they were saying.
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Posted: Sat May 27, 2006 11:25 am
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Posted: Sat May 27, 2006 11:54 am
Seeing the girl staring at him, NO.13 said quietly, "Do ya hear that...Its THEM. But I wanted to Be US. Now instead I'm gonna die. But you-you must live." He whirled about ready to take down Cig Maw and the other guard, But before he left- No.13 threw something to the back of the room near Felix. He said,"That key will open a quarter of the doors in this place----use it well." And than No.13 walked out into the Hallway and fired into the guard that came with Cig Maw. Cig Maw himself-or Palance whipped open his lighter- a spray of fire issued from it and collided with NO.13- he fell to the ground screaming, blazing as if the hell itself has swallowed him.
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Posted: Sat May 27, 2006 1:49 pm
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