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Crimson_Mercenary Captain
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 Posted: Wed Jan 23, 2008 2:38 pm
 BrigLocated in the northeastern sector of the building is where one would find the holding cells. They are underneath the base (accessible via ladder) and securely placed behind three reinforced steel doors. There are also several surveillance cameras within this hall; one between each doorway, which requires the previous door closed in order to open the next one. Though it is rare for anyone to have been held captive within the brig, there has been several officers who went AWOL (absent without leave), but were retrieved and imprisoned for four weeks as punishment. It is also crucial to know that capitol punishment is legal within these barracks and is sometimes used as an act to redeem one's self, though it is favored by only a few officers.
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Posted: Sun May 25, 2008 11:15 pm
((Long entry for all of you in order to make up for you all not starting yet.))
"These walls...These ******** walls! I can't stand them--mocking me! Laughing at me! Taunting me day-in and day-out! There is no sanctity within this compound! I need freedom! I need air! I need to kill! What manner is this--the life of a soldier spent pent up in this miserable cage; letting the world pass me by!? I am F.E.A.R., damn it! I don't need to follow such rules--such bullshit from these 'men' that dare to only judge from afar while I do all their damned work! I wait for no-one's orders! I am free to choose what is and is not my destiny!"
Lost in a sea of madness and desperation, Drace threw himself against the warped and bent bars of his familiar homestead. Wave after wave of barrages, the manic beast thrashed in futility; struggling to free himself from the cell he knew as home. But like all else, his mindless thrashing came to a halt. Everything stood at a standstill. Silence overpowered the rampant beast.
"...This is not what I should be reduced to..." His eyes hung low--ever still and lifeless. "I am a warrior...A fighter. A soldier. A killer...This is not how I will remain...I cannot be a prisoner any longer...I will be free!"
Static swarmed throughout the still air. Sparks and flashes of electricity shuttered about as the room fell to a heavy chill. One by one, the bars on all the cell doors began to beat about; shaking within the winding darkness. With a smirk to his sullied face, the beast grinned with glee. "...I was beginning to wonder when you would show up..." A voice--guttural and deep--echoed within his ears; unclear to all. "Well, I can assure you...There is something strange within these walls. But more importantly, I have no idea of what it is you're searching for." The voice stirred once more; a harsher tone fluxed about. "Heh...My memories hold not what you are looking for. But if you honestly think you can take me...I dare you..."
The room fell lifeless with the terrible chill consuming all. Silence was once again restored, yet the bitterness and hatred swarmed fiercely throughout the musty air.
With a heavy-set breath, the sergeant remained ever-so still; readying himself for what the darkness held in store. "...So...You back down? How cowardice of you. Especially seeing that you personally sought to kill your own flesh and blo--!" Like a whirlwind vacuuming up debris, Drace was suddenly whisked away in the air; only to be slammed forcefully against the concrete wall behind him.
Such angst and hatred was sent through the darkness, blood splattered from the man's mouth; dropping below his feet. The air hissed and howled as he was then thrust upon the ceiling; shattering the lights in a cascade of white and crimson.
Each blow was like a strike from God himself. There was no mercy. There was no peace. Only rage was felt within the bowels of the compound.
As Drace fell limp to the ground, he landed with a slight bounce. Blood dribbled from his mouth and onto the cold concrete. His back was singed and charred from the lights about. And yet, his eyes remained wide and aware. Every painstaking moment, he remained conscious through, and even more-so, spiteful. "So...is that all you can do...? How disappointing..."
Loosened teeth and bloodied, the smug soldier remained to taunt the darkness; pushing more and more. "I swear...your son was...more of a fright than you...And he didn't even need...spirits to kill for'em...Nah...He did it all by himself...As for you...You're just...a p***y, is what you are...Ha...!"
Without restrain. Without notice. Without the slightest forewarning, Drace was dragged from the ground and smashed against the steel-caged door. As the blast echoed about, he was slammed once more. The screams of agony tore through the darkness of the corridors as blood splashed about. Again and again and again, the helpless sergeant was battered against the door till it gave way; causing him to ricochet about the hall.
Finally, broken and battered, the sergeant came to a still. He had finally made his freedom. He had finally broken from the shackles of his imprisonment. "...Thanks."
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