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 Posted: Mon Jul 09, 2007 4:48 pm
((Bozley))
U...ugh...where was he?
Ouch. His whole body seemed to ache all over...
[Awakened.]
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Posted: Mon Jul 09, 2007 6:12 pm
Ugh...your kidding.
He had come so close, yet his fate was to fall threw the ceiling? I mean, there were worse fates, but he didn't like the thought that he just Breakfast Clubbed himself into creepy sadistic deadly-gas-sprayer knows where made him angry. He raised only his head, his neack sounding like it was made of packing peanuts, and jammed his eyelids back.
"Where the ******** am I!" Bozely screamed hoarsly into the still, vacant air.
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Posted: Wed Jul 11, 2007 8:09 am
((Bozley))
You were sitting in a cell, much like the one you'd lived in before. White padded walls, barely anything fun, bed, creepy man, door, bright ligh-
Creepy man!?
That's right. Before your very eyes, on a small plastic chair...was a smug-looking man of about 25 or so. His hair fell in styled waves of white, and his basic enrobement consisted of a half-black, half-white trenchcoat that draped all the way to the floor. Aside from that, most of his facial features were hard to pick out.
He did not jump at your cry. In fact, he seemed to...greet it. Welcome it.
Smiling, the man rubbed his hands together and broke his silence.
"Well. Bozley Jones. How are you? Or...wait. Where are my manners? Who are you today? Kefka? Jon Gainsborough? Heh...come on. Tell me. What disguise are you wearing today, friend?
Or are you really going to sit there and tell me you've never heard those labels before...?"
His eyes tightened with the last question. Something was odd about this man. Sinister, definitely, but...his presence seemed to "ring a bell"...it didn't necessarily bring up old memories, but something inside pointed to the notion of...a past with this man. A history.
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Posted: Wed Jul 11, 2007 8:19 am
Bozely narrowed his gaze at the man. He was hating this so much, he abandoned all hope of being polite for a long time. He slowly and achingly pushed himself into a sitting position.
"First, tell me who the hell are you" Bozely throat was hurting making his voice a pathetic voice. "Then, tell me how in your warped mind that your action have been friendly. Lastly, stop confusing me by laying all of that 'Who are you today?' crap."
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Posted: Wed Jul 11, 2007 8:39 am
((Bozley))
The man sat back in his chair, deep in thought. He brought his slender white hand to his lips...it sported an oddly sharp, well-tuned set of nails...
After a moment, he snapped forward again.
"Okay. We'll stick with Bozley, then. You're saying you don't know who those other names are? Well, then, I won't bring them up. All the better for me, actually. Well...as far as one of them goes... Anyways, on to business. My name is Ellisent Vanestra. I am second-in-command to all of Subania's inner workings, as chief of security, patient testing, training programs, and health care.
Now. As you know, I'm sure, we take grat pride in all of our patients here in Subania. They are obedient, willing to learn, and all are very special. Very.
There is one problem, though...you.
You see, my dear Bozley, you may not know it, but your mind posesses more power than you could ever think imaginable. It was, in fact, your mind that gave me this-"
He slowly unbuttoned his trenchoat and black dress shirt to reveal a large fist-shaped dent in his chest. Damn.
After he was sure you'd gotten an eyeful, he fixed his garments and continued.
"...you see, Bozley...I thought we'd taken care of you. You're safe here. You can't hurt anyone. Your science, your research...we've got them now. I'm sorry to say, but your time is over. Correction. Was going to be over. Until, that is, you dodged our little "gassing" project. Now. Bozley. I have a deal for you, old pal. How's this sound?
You can either go back to normal cell life, un-gassed. You earned that one. However, over time, your past will take over and WILL change your soul into nothing but one big, black pit...
OR. You join me, and we help you dive deeper into your well of powers that you never have before.
...well, what do you say?"
He matched your eyes with his own greyed ocules, waiting for a response.
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Posted: Wed Jul 11, 2007 3:52 pm
Bozely stared at this Ellisent. The dent on his chest gave him an odd jolt, and what he was saying sounded like bull, but felt true. Still, something was odd, very odd. He slid backwards, stopping when he was able to lean against a wall.
"So, you expect me to believe that not only there are these entire personalities other than mine, but that I am entirely unaware of them, and that I'm this 'uber-powerful super being'? How do I know you just aren't feeding me extacystical bullshit just to fill out this sick game you're playing out in your head? And if my experiments are so powerful, why don't you use them to get me to do what you want? You can't seriously tell me that you aren't cruel, gassing and killing several of your employees and at least one of your patients, although I'm sure there was alot more than that. Not to mention you want to build up these so-called 'unimaginable' powers to do god-knows-what."
"I don't like or trust you, Ellisent, but if you're really offering me what you're saying, I'll let you try to convince me to do what you want."
He managed to stand up now, but he was still leaning against the wall and now tapping his foot impatiently.
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Posted: Wed Jul 11, 2007 7:04 pm
((Bozley))
He did not look too pleased. He looked almost...combative. Ready to pounce. But somehow, he kept it in.
"There is no negotiation. Only a choice."
And that was that. Cold and clear.
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Posted: Wed Jul 11, 2007 8:10 pm
Bozely laughed. "Well, I guess you aren't stupid. Seeing as how I'm not getting imformation out of you, I'm definitely not going to take the gung-ho idiot's way out. I'll help you, but don't think I'm gonna play nice."
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Posted: Wed Jul 11, 2007 8:36 pm
((Bozley))
Ellisent smiled.
"Wonderful. Then sleep."
And with that, he extended his right hand, revealing a gas-hose concealed in his long sleeve. White spray shot out...and instantly made you woozy...
Ugh...did you hit the floor, or did it hit you?
[YAY! Chapter III!]
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Posted: Thu Jul 12, 2007 8:32 am
[Sweet! Sorry it took so long.]
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