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WELCOME DR LAWRENCE
>>>1. INMATE STATUSES
>>>2. HOSPITAL REPORTS
>>>3. BILLING RECORDS
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WE KNOW WHERE YOU HIDE, DR LAWRENCE
JUST WAIT UNTIL WE CAN GET OUT
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Posted: Wed Aug 22, 2012 1:28 pm
 >01110000 01101100 01101111 01110100>>> PLOTYear 2043>>>The first known "Gen-D" is recorded. Subject 1 displayed high levels of brain activity, minimal telekinesis.
Year 2074>>>Gen-D's are officially required to register with the state, undergo medical and scientific monitoring, due to public safety concerns.
Year 2096>>>The Genetic's Revolt in the District of Columbia burns down White House, kills over two hundred, three times that injured. Finally put down with International Troops.
Year 2097>>>BATALIA Home for the Genetically Abnormal is founded.
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GEN-D>>>DEFINE>>>The politically acceptable term for humans exhibiting a genetic defect, which may lead to brain patterns which alter matter. Their sphere of influence may be limited to themselves, such as shape-shifters, or outside them, such as elementals, telekenetics, etc.
>>>ERROR>>>
>>>HACKED: In other words, if you're a "Gen-D", you've been screwed over by God.
It's 2123 now. BATALIA is the "home"--more like prison--for anyone and everyone born as a Gen-D. If you can spit acid, control fire, shape shift or basically do ANYTHING abnormal, you get locked up here from the day you were born. Or, the day they catch you, if you're one of the lucky ones.
No one is safe from being turned in. And don't worry, the nice, cushy little cell will be tailored just to your liking--so it reverses exactly what you have. Can you disappear? They'll rig your cell with lights so they can see you, cuff your wrists so that they're always showing up. Got super strength? Good luck. They'll figure something out for you, too. We live and die here. Sure, we got plenty of nice stuff. Gym, library--all the nice amenities that our more "civilized" jailers would give themselves. But that doesn't mean jack.
But don't worry. Follow me, kid.
'Cause we're getting out of here somehow.
>>>>>>>>>>
PRISON OF THE MIND goes like this:
>>>This is 2123. The future. It starts in BATALIA (and may remain there, who knows?)
>>>You can be a Gen-D, security guard, or any other personnel in the building you like.
>>>Gen-Ds want out, for whatever reason they justify this with.
>>>It's everyone else's job to keep them in.
>>>Every Gen-D has their own holding cell, which is rigged to negate the person's ability. All of them have a tag or holder on them somewhere that also shuts their ability down, keeps it to a minimum, or just stops the threat.
>>>Gen-Ds are allowed to roam about, sometimes with a supervisor, some without, depending on how much trouble they are. There is a pool, game room, music room, gym, library, and a dance floor that was used once and never again.
>>>The security is live-in.
>>>The closest city or town-anyone, in fact-is fifty miles away. BATALIA itself is sunk into a crater, surrounded by a mountain ridge.
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Posted: Wed Aug 22, 2012 1:29 pm
 >01110010 01110101 01101100 01100101 01110011 >>> RULES
>>>2. NO GODMODDING. I understand that this is set in the future, and the future is cool, but seriously. There are limits.
>>>3.KEEP IT PG-13. When the clothes hit the floor, we're hitting the lights on that. Obviously romance is allowed, perhaps encouraged, but seriously guys.
>>>4. PM ALL PROFILES TO ME WITH THE SUBJECT LINE OF: "68 65 6c 70". If you want to really impress me (And start the game off with a little extra info that may just help you out), tell me what that code right there means. HINT: It's in Hexidecimal.
>>>5. NO KILLING ANYONE OFF. Yes, this may get violent, but if you're going to kill someone, ask them first, GET THEIR WRITTEN PERMISSION, and both of you forward it to me.
>>>6. LITERACY PLEASE. I love you, kthxbai.
>>>7. FIVE SENTENCE POST MINIMUM.
>>>8. ANY QUESTIONS? Ask me.
>>>9.I LOVE YOU <3
>>>10.SUBMIT YOUR PROFILE WITH THIS SETUP:
[size=11]>>>[Your Greeting here]
....01101000 01100101 01101100 01101100 01101111
>>>[b]NAME[/b]: [Your name]
[put picture here.]
>>>[b]REGISTRATION[/b]: [Are you a Gen-D, Security, or other Personnel? Put that here. If you're a Gen-D, specify your power. Other, specify your job.]
>>>[b]AGE[/b]: [Your age]
>>>[b]PSYCHIATRIC ANALYSIS[/b]:[Your personality. Any quirks, phobias, ticks--literally anything.]
>>>[b]MEDICAL HISTORY[/b]: [Any allergies, disorders, conditions here]
>>>[b]SUBJECT HISTORY[/b]: [A little background. At least five sentences.]
......01100101 01110011 01100011 01100001 01110000 01100101
>>>[b]ERROR[/b]
>>>[b]HACKED BY[/b]: [Your Username][/size]
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Posted: Wed Aug 22, 2012 1:34 pm
 >01110000 01110010 01101111 01100110 01101001 01101100 01100101 01110011>>> PROFILES>>>GEN-Ds >>>[More Victims?]
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>>>NAME: [Alexandra Carson]
>>>REGISTRATION: [Gen-D; Capable of Vanishing, Controlling Shadows]
>>>AGE: [24]
>>>PSYCHIATRIC ANALYSIS:[Sarcastic. Hard to crack. Brutally honest, but evasive if need be. Hard headed. She has a few minor ticks, but otherwise is frighteningly still when spoken to. Prone to moments of intense movement, then long stretches of complete stillness. She is a potential sociopath; more research is required. Has a habit of turning the conversations on other people. ]
>>>MEDICAL HISTORY: [Asthma. She appears to have some sort of degenerative disease, but it is not Muscular Dystrophy and works very slowly.]
>>>SUBJECT HISTORY: [Alexandra has been part of BATALIA since she was born. In her time here, she has started two riots, broken out seven times, hacked into the systems in an attempt at a wipe seventeen times, and assaulted the staff more times than currently catalogued--the current catalogue lists it at 149. She is openly psychotic toward the personnel. Whether or not this is an act has yet to be seen. She has no friends, simply followers, it would seem. Otherwise she is a good prisoner, and is allowed many privileges, as all her previous efforts at escaping have been thwarted.]
......01100101 01110011 01100011 01100001 01110000 01100101
>>>ERROR
>>>HACKED BY: [Je Te Souviens]>>>[Are you afraid of the dark?]
....01101000 01100101 01101100 01101100 01101111
>>>NAME: [Hanson Alister]
>>>REGISTRATION: [Gen-D; Telepathy, Echolocation]
>>>AGE: [21]
>>>PSYCHIATRIC ANALYSIS:[Hanson is a vairly docile person. Doesn't lash out in anger or anything of the sort. Jumpy when people come up to him and start talking, when he is touched, and loud noises. He has some claustrophobia. He tends to try and keep things neutral or calm people down if he can. One of the only things that gets under his skin is when people baby him or crack jokes on him for being blind.]
>>>MEDICAL HISTORY: [He was born blind.]
>>>SUBJECT HISTORY: [Hanson was born blind, he wasn't taken in by BATALIA at first. It wasn't until he started moving around and his powers started showing themselves that he was taken. He was around a year and a half. He never really caused trouble with the staff or security. Except for that one time when he accidentally wandered into their living quarters. They didn't like that so much. He behaves and never lashes out at the staff. He avoids verbal confrontations and tends to try and be on the good side of people.]
......01100101 01110011 01100011 01100001 01110000 01100101
>>>ERROR
>>>HACKED BY: [Sujidu]>>>[...?]
....01101000 01100101 01101100 01101100 01101111
>>>NAME: [Ni'el Kay]
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>>>REGISTRATION: [ Gen-D, capable of summoning souls and spirits of the deceased.]
>>>AGE: [11]
>>>PSYCHIATRIC ANALYSIS:[Is very distant to those around her. Very calm and quiet. Often spends her time playing a varity of board games with what she claims is summoned spirits.]
>>>MEDICAL HISTORY: [Nothing unsual.]
>>>SUBJECT HISTORY: [Since birth was often passed around through foster care, has never known her real parents. Was finally located on an Hawaiian island. Despite this has unusally pale skin. Appearently her current foster parents described her as being possessed and were more than glad to hand her over. Since she never stayed with the same family for very long was content to leave. During her time here she hasn't comunicated with the other prisoners much, seems only interested in board games. The spirits she claims she sees are invisible to anyone else but her. The most these spirits can do is talk and lift simple objects-- such as chess peices. She claims they're only merely summonded by her and nothing more. Appearently she can choose whom she wishes to summon. Occationally when she's lonely and not in the company of a spirit, she'll wander closer to the others, if not then the workers nearby.]
......01100101 01110011 01100011 01100001 01110000 01100101
>>>ERROR
>>>HACKED BY: [Caliwolfe]
>>>[You got me away from the book for this?]
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>>>NAME: [Ashe]
>>>REGISTRATION: [Gen-D: Wind Manipulation, Minor Flight/Levitation]
>>>AGE: [22]
>>>PSYCHIATRIC ANALYSIS:[Quiet, Sarcastic, Introverted. She would much rather spend her time with a book then interact with anyone. She's well behaved for the most part, though when bored, will show a mischievous side that comes out in the form of minor pranks. It does take a lot to piss her off.]
>>>MEDICAL HISTORY: [She has ADD]
>>>SUBJECT HISTORY: [She spent three years without showing any form of her ability. But one day, at a birthday party, she lifted all the presents in the air. She was promptly sent to BATALIA, where they misdiagnosed her with Telepathy. It was another few years before they realized that her cell and tag were not damping her abilities. They retested her and, with they're new results, fixed her cell and tag.]
......01100101 01110011 01100011 01100001 01110000 01100101
>>>ERROR
>>>HACKED BY: [Nightwind-Dragon]
>>>[Your Death Will Be Sanguine]
....01101000 01100101 01101100 01101100 01101111
>>>NAME: [Vernos Kharnak]
>>>REGISTRATION: [Gen-D. Abnormal Bone Growth, multi-organ internal layout and prodigious cell regeneration.
>>>AGE: [31]
>>>PSYCHIATRIC ANALYSIS:[Naturally aggressive, possesses a somewhat recklessness to his actions. Despite seeming to appear wild, Kharnak is a cold and ruthless individual.]
>>>MEDICAL HISTORY: [None.]
>>>SUBJECT HISTORY: [Being born outside of the Balatia Facility, Kharnak was introduced into gang fighting at an early age and trained how to murder and slaughter others, and feel no remorse afterwards. Being captured by an International Gen-D hunting team and sent to Balatia, the subject is undergoing psychotherapy to reduce aggressive tendencies.]
......01100101 01110011 01100011 01100001 01110000 01100101
>>>ERROR
>>>HACKED BY: [Jason Kharo]
>>>[Sometimes it comes down to them or me. And it will be me...]
....01101000 01100101 01101100 01101100 01101111
>>>NAME: [Betty-Jo Barbara]
>>>REGISTRATION: [Gen-D, posses a genius level intelligence and astral projections.]
>>>AGE: [Twenty-Four]
>>>PSYCHIATRIC ANALYSIS:[Although quiet and reserved, Betty is not shy nor afraid to speak. It just so happens that she has a hard time bonding with people who do not share the same intellectual process. After being dropped off at a very young age, the doctors therein made it a point to keep her isolated as she often times can rally up other patients and try and make an escape. Her genius level intelligence allows her blend in with the other riff raff of Batalia much like a chameleon would with its surroundings. It is imperative to her nature to stay one stop ahead of everyone else and thus chooses her friends very wisely. They must adhere to a standard she believes will be impertinent when the time for escape is imminent. Betty-Jo is not a rude person, she is merely playing the part and biding her time.]
>>>MEDICAL HISTORY: [High allergen to bee stings and high allergen to iodine.]
>>>SUBJECT HISTORY: [Betty-Jo was born to regular parents in a small farming town outside of West Virginia. Her family raised sheep and cattle as their means of income. With two older brothers, taking over the family business wasn't all that necessary. However, lack of mental stimulation lead her to find other means of entertainment which included but not limited too: breaking into the chemistry lab and stealing ingredients, doing no homework and getting straight A's, correcting teachers on their fundamental misunderstandings of the subjects they were trying to teach to their classes. It was all down hill from there and she was only eight years of age by this time. She got so entirely out of hand there was nothing left to do with her except medical examination, only to determine her Gen-D, "mutation," would only get worse with time. Next thing she knew she was sharing a nice little cell, in a hospital called: "Betalia," or better known as, "Hell," with nothing but her shadow to keep her company. When she hit seventeen, her astral powers of projection became a nuisance, when she almost persuaded a group of teens her age to start a riot so that they could all escape. Nearly cost one kid his life and injured a few others. Since then she has been quietly plotting her next attempt at freedom. ]
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>>>ERROR
>>>HACKED BY: [..s.k.i.t.t.l.e.s..]
>>>[Is it wrong to want a little piece of sunshine for myself?]
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>>>NAME: [L'Araumi Fleuret]
[ ]
>>>REGISTRATION: [Gen-D, able to manipulate sound and minds (but she has to make physical contact in order for her 'persuasion/manipulation' to work).]
>>>AGE: [22]
>>>PSYCHIATRIC ANALYSIS:[Quiet, introspective. Very intellegent. Aware of her good looks and ability to persuade people, she's not above using her body as a means to an end. Likes to read. She likes to sing, but gets embarrassed if anyone hears her. Afraid of being closed in tight spaces, and gets angry when people judge her.]
>>>MEDICAL HISTORY: [Bipolar, has a really sinister, "evil" side to her that comes out if she's pushed to extreme levels of stress or anguish.]
>>>SUBJECT HISTORY: [L'Araumi was born in a small backwater town in France and raised until the age of five with her family there in a small ranch, she was a curious girl. Her ability to manipulate sound did not manifest until the fateful day came that some n'are-do-wells came and began to destroy the ranch. One of the men saw her and decided to kidnap her for ransom.
Upon being grabbed, she let out an ear-splitting wail, amplifying it so loud that it shattered the would-be kidnapper's eardrums and made them have an aneurism. The scream was heard by all and her parents did everything they could to hide her abilities so she could live a "normal" life, but somehow word got out and L'Araumi was taken the day after she celebrated her fifth birthday.
Alone, she would desperately try to escape to no avail up until the age of eight. There, her powers of persuasion awoke and she began to change. Finding herself aware of people suddenly agreeing, or doing something she told or asked whenever she touched them, she began to plot an escape. At age twelve, she exacted this plan. During those years, she'd made careful friends with some of the faculty and staff, with the whole institution unaware of her power, she easily persuaded the staff and guards to let her walk free. She escaped back to France through the aid of her powers and evaded being recaptured until a year later.
Upon being recaptured, they have put a special type of 'collar' that removes her sound-amplifying ability and a 'crown' on her that keeps her persuasive powers at bay and cannot be removed by normal standards. She's currently plotting a way to get this removed. When she turned seventeen, her bipolar side emerged one day as she found herself drowning in despair and attacked a guard mindlessly in rage.
Since then, she's been kept under surveillance and monitored weekly for a mood-assessment. Due to her instability, guards and staff treat her with care. She longs to return to France and the countryside. She loves flowers, as rare as they may be in the place, and can always be found where a room is brightly lit, whether natural or artificial.]
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>>>ERROR
>>>HACKED BY: [Sasuke No Katon]
>>>[It's simple, really- technology is mine, and all else is not.]
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>>>NAME: [Allesandra "Alice" Marie Cowl]
>>>REGISTRATION: [Gen-D; Technology Manipulation, and limited body part substitution.
>>>AGE: [Seventeen]
>>>PSYCHIATRIC ANALYSIS:[Alice is a bit of a realist. She is cynical, and somewhat snarky. Subject appears apathetic, but insists she isn't. Stubborn, has a habit of playing with arms and hands, making clicking noises with tongue, and playing/ biting on lips. All attempt to get her to stop such behavior have been a failure and have resulted in her withdrawing from social interaction until trust has been regained. If caught doing any of these habits, no attempts to stop should be made unless it seems necessary. Seems to have a distaste for authority figures. Seems to have anxiety; more research required. Alice appears to have a fear of medical needles, and she has a record of having tantrum-like fits where she will attempt to hit and/or kick anyone who comes close to her. Some attempt of biting or use of powers has been reported. Subject also will harm herself, usually by kicking, biting, and hair pulling.]
>>>MEDICAL HISTORY: [Subject has been diagnosed with classic autism.]
>>>SUBJECT HISTORY: [Subject was found at age five, was taken away from family and transferred here a few days later. First believed she was able to manipulate electricity as a whole, later realized to be technology manipulation. Later discovered subject an use some models if prosthetic limbs as if they were attatched to her own body, it has been determined that it was body part substitution, no more growth in that power is expected. Alice is required to have a supervisor at all times due to her powers. A supervisor must be stationed outside door to make sure she doesn't try to mess with the various electronic monitoring systems, and close enough to stop attempt to do so if they are made. Limited interaction with modern technology should be allowed, and monitored by said supervisor. Subject currently has a record of attempting to harm said supervisor during fits. Alice's powers seem to not be growing or shrinking, and are moderate in abilities. Is not able to create EMP's. ]
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>>>ERROR
>>>HACKED BY: [Dancehall Hysteria]
>>>SECURITY
>>>[Sorry, can this wait?]
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>>>NAME: [Aidrian Kriuso]
>>>REGISTRATION: [Security; Chief of Security]
>>>AGE: [30]
>>>PSYCHIATRIC ANALYSIS:[Single-minded. Very analytical. Rarely displays emotional responses. Behaves with all the intensity of a computer. Unusually uncomfortable with talking about Gen-D's. Very open to debate, especially about ethics and morality issues. A mental prodigy; graduated top of his class in high school, three years in advance, top of his class at Harvard, two years in advance, at the age of 18.]
>>>MEDICAL HISTORY: [None known.]
>>>SUBJECT HISTORY: [Raised by a small town family in the midwest. His parents are in the agricultural industry. He cut ties with his family to pursue science, finding farming a bore. He otherwise has little to tell, except his academic credentials. Responsible for designing and implementing the devices that keep the prisoner's abilities in check, Aidrian appears to enjoy the challenge, though only to a degree. He insists on putting them on the subjects himself, but never enjoys doing so, interestingly enough.
He does not appear to have any other life outside BATALIA. He often is found asleep at his security console, but has rigged a headset into his ear that triggers a ringing sound when any suspicious activity takes place. ]
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>>>ERROR
>>>HACKED BY: [Je Te Souviens]
>>>PERSONNEL
>>>[No trouble now, you hear?]
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>>>NAME: [Gavan Bayar]
>>>REGISTRATION: [A guard at Batalia]
>>>AGE: [35]
>>>PSYCHIATRIC ANALYSIS:[Run of the mill guy. Average intelligence nothing outstanding in his education, excelled in any of his classes that required anything physical. Gavan does not tolerate disobedience. He believes rules were made for a reason and you must follow them. He is not cruel, but he will hand out punishment if you disobey direct orders. Hot-headed at times but quick to cool back down to calmness. His emotions can be calm and neutral one second and the next he's ready to take you down. He will talk with the Gen-D's and carry out conversations but if they start acting up or anything he will make it clearly known before taking any action.]
>>>MEDICAL HISTORY: [None known.]
>>>SUBJECT HISTORY: [Gavan's father was a law enforcer. He grew up wanting to be like his father. His mother was a nurse at a hospital and taught him the basics of first aid as he grew up hoping he would follow in her footsteps and do something like that. He had his father's blood in him though and excelled in his p.e. classes, coming up with fairly middle of the road grades for everything else. After he was done with school he eventually became a security officer. After years of hoping between places, Batalia eventually offered him a position as guard and he gladly accepted, finally having found a place that would keep him more than a few years.]
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>>>ERROR
>>>HACKED BY: [Sujidu]
>>>[What do we have here?]
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>>>NAME: [Malaki Kharo]
>>>REGISTRATION: [Head of Special Research and Testing]
>>>AGE: [49]
>>>PSYCHIATRIC ANALYSIS:[Malaki a mind made of diamond. A brilliant piece of architecture that has the knowledge of the genetic defects that plague the Earth. Such practice has made him extremely passionate about his work, although he knows he is dealing with human beings, he would not hesitate to slice on open to see what lay inside. It has happened more than once. When it comes to dealing with the Gen-Ds, he becomes cold, clinical and ruthless. Outside of their quarters, he can be a interesting person to talk to, but normally keeps himself to himself, preferring the company of his laboratory than that of others.]
>>>MEDICAL HISTORY: [None]
>>>SUBJECT HISTORY: [He is the foremost expert on the abnormalities and is constantly working to catalogue them. Having worked on them since graduating Oxford University, his very first piece of work was a thesis on whether radiation has a severe effect on already present abnormalities. It was received with praise through the Science world and from there, Malaki's star continued to rise, as did his knowledge of the subject. After the unexpected death of his close friend and tutor figure, Professor Archaval, from a piece of falling masonry, which was caused by a rampant Gen-D, this made him the most knowledgeable person on such 'freaks' at the time. Following a time in his life of utter exclusion within his private labs, he requested to be assigned to the Balatia facility, where he was happily accepted and given free run of the extensive labs it held.]
>>>ADDITIONAL NOTES: [The Doctor is often seen wearing a white lab coat, although it has been specifically tailed for him, with a high collar which has an internal communication bead, and also an inside pocket within the wrist section of his coat, inside it has a neural paralysis device. Made to his specifications, the tool 'zaps' the target and causes a malfunction with their brain synapses. In an attempt to stop brain damage, the body shuts down for a short time, allowing it to rekindle the mess within.]
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>>>ERROR
>>>HACKED BY: [Jason Kharo]
>>>[Are you sure you want that?]
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>>>NAME: Lyle Wolfe-Shimizu
>>>REGISTRATION: Requisitions Personnel (Lyle has authority to grant or deny requests of Gen-Ds for outside goods, assess threat of outside goods in regards to possible use in escape attempts, etc. As such, he is one of the few BATALIA residents who is both willing and able to mingle fully with both Gen-Ds and the BATALIA staff)
>>>AGE: 45
>>>PSYCHIATRIC ANALYSIS: Lyle has received a handful of citations related to the possibility of him "going native" for the worry that he might aid escape attempts. His overly friendly disposition toward many of the Gen-Ds is worrying to other staff. He has received an additional citation for spreading two games among both staff and Gen-Ds. The first is "Get down, Mr. President" and the second is "You don't want that" (in which anyone playing the game may slap an item out of the non-dominant hand of another person who is playing while saying the titular phrase, whereupon the victim must pick their item back up while apologizing to the other player). He has remained unrepentant on both accounts.
>>>MEDICAL HISTORY: Lyle has clinical depression, for which he takes a daily medication.
>>>SUBJECT HISTORY: Lyle, the nephew of a big-shot lawyer, is a college-educated philosopher and has had a lifelong interest in the idea of justice. He found this did him little good beyond the doors of his university and took a job with a local business, eventually being promoted to be part of the management. Under his surprisingly skilled guidance, the business grew substantially, eventually forming several contracts to provide supplies for BATALIA. Lyle, having made a small fortune off of this, retired and took up as cushy of a position as exists at BATALIA, seeking an opportunity at finally satisfying his quarter-century old curiosity about how the Gen-Ds of the world live.
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>>>ERROR
>>>HACKED BY: Venom3001
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Posted: Wed Aug 22, 2012 1:36 pm
 >01110000 01110101 01111010 01111010 01101100 01100101>>> ALSO
HERE'S HOW THIS WORKS>>>
>>>I will make posts as Aidrian. There will always be a number code somewhere in his post--sometimes blatant, sometimes hidden quite carefully. Some may only be visible when the post is quoted. This series of numbers will be in a code.
When you find the code, it is up to you to decode the message. Sometimes, if it is a single word, you must message it to me. If it is an action, your character must, at some point, perform that action. If it is a phrase (which will begin with "quote"), use it in a conversation.
Why? Because if you correctly decode it and say it, perform the action or message me with the word, a chain of a hidden storyline will unlock for your character. It may be secret information for only you to know, an item, or a snippet of something that may help you.
Let the games begin.
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Posted: Wed Aug 22, 2012 1:39 pm
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Posted: Fri Aug 24, 2012 7:56 pm
Are you afraid of the dark?
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You shouldn't be. 
Hanson rolled over in his bed sighing irritably. Unable to fall back to sleep he sat up in his bed. Reaching up and back he stretched, letting loose a large yawn. Rubbing his eyes with his hand he swung his feet over the side of his bed and settled them on the floor. He rose from his seat on the bed and stretched once more, hearing a couple of his joints popping at the movement. Running a hand through his hair he placed his left hand on the wall beside him and ran his hand along it as he moved towards the door at a slow and measured pace. Hanson had long sense memorized the layout of his cell. Living in the same place for 20 years did that to you. He didn't bump into anything as he moved. Pausing briefly at the door he considered what he was wearing without any real movement of his head. A t-shirt that was probably rumpled a bit from having been slept in and sweat pants. Shrugging and not bothering to straighten anything, he leaned against the wall next to the door, knowing a guard would eventually come to let him out.
Wondering if anyone else had gotten up yet Hanson crossed his arms and tapped his fingers against his bicep. He can't have been the only one to have woken up. Though he wasn't quite sure what time it was, he only had to go off the feeling that his body was sure it had enough rest. He huffed another sigh and shifted his position on the wall and rested the back of his head against it as he waited for a guard to let him out.
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Posted: Sat Aug 25, 2012 11:50 am
...blame all your weakness on me--shame that I'm so contrite...
┏━━━━━αℓєxαη∂яα━━━━━┓ Alexandra lounged in her cell, perfectly still, scarcely moving a muscle. If the guards weren't used to this sort of thing, many would figure she was either dead or a statute. But periods of stillness were completely in her usual behavior, and so she was left alone, staring directly at the cell across from hers.
How anyone could sleep near her, she couldn't imagine. Her cell was panels of lights--lights on the ceiling, lights on the floor, lights on the walls. It was a glowing box, for all intents and purposes. Alex finally moved an arm, fiddling with one of the many cuffs running up and down her arms. They had yet to figure out how to dampen her ability to disappear, so instead she wore 'tags', which, unlike her clothing, did not disappear with her. They linked across her arms, one around her neck, another two on her ankles... fortunate for her that they hadn't made one into a bra and forced her to wear that, too, eh?
Movement across the hallway. Alex turned her head and focused on Hanson's cell, raising an eyebrow. He was awake and leaning against his wall, staring off into space. Well... then again, of course he was staring off. He was blind. She rolled her eyes for a moment, sliding off her bench and coming forward to stare at him.
"Morning," She greeted, then checked the clock on the wall of her cell to see if she was right. She was allowed items in her cell--wasn't much she could do with them, and they were all approved by Aidrian himself. "Or... mid-afternoon, really. Get enough sleep, sleeping beauty?" A low chuckle escaped her throat. Though Hanson had been there for God knew how long, she still treated him much as she treated all the other Gen-Ds--with a mixture of sarcasm and overly-cheery behavior designed to unsettle. The only difference was that she knew Hanson could deal with it. ┗━━━━━You think you have the best of intentions--I cannot shake the taste of blood in my mouth━━━━━┛
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Posted: Sat Aug 25, 2012 11:56 am
>>>NAME>>>>>>>>>>>>> AIDRIANKUUSOAidrian stared through sleepy eyes at his computer monitor, chewing idly on the cord to his earbuds, typing in the last string of security code. "RXZlcnl0aGluZyBoZXJlIGlzIGEgdHJhcA0K". He then paused, backing it up to add, "cXVvdGU=". And then enter. Were all the programs still working? He scanned the cameras, as though to check.
Alex was in her room. Good. Invisible, certainly, but the cuffs on her arms showed up fine. Acceptable. Everyone else appeared good. That was excellent. Meant his programs were working.
He leaned back into his chair, popping his back loudly in the process. Good God, how long had he been in this room? Hours? Days? Days, probably. Wiping his eyes with the back of his hand, Aidrian vaguely wondered when the last time he ate was.
That was probably a bad sign.
Rising from his chairs and flipping the screen on to 'audio' mode--any disturbances would be detected and streamed through his headphones--he motioned for a guard in the room to take his place. Different guy than he remembered being there initially. Yeah, he'd been here a while.
Aidrian walked through the doors, headed to the cafeteria. Hopefully they had something good to eat today.... yes! He smelled the pizza right off the bat. That was good enough. He swept in, grabbed three slices and an orange juice, flashed his card at the lady behind the register, and plopped down in a corner to devour his meal.ACCEPTED<<<
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Posted: Sat Aug 25, 2012 1:11 pm
Are you afraid of the dark?
|-Hanson Alister-|
You shouldn't be.
Hanson flinched slightly at the sound of Alexandra's voice, his head turning toward her voice automatically. His hand raised to his neck, idly touching the device that encirlced it, a small frown touching his features. Not a day went by without him wishing he could go without the stupid device that muted his powers. He felt deaf without his abillity to touch people's minds. The device practically turned it off completely. It was like listening to people talk underwater with noise cancelling headphones on. The best he could do was lightly brush against someone's consciousness and know who it was. That was only if they were fairly close to him.
Dropping both of his arms to his side's Hanson replied to Alex in his soft voice, "Mid-afternoon? I must be extra beautiful today if I managed to sleep that long." He shifted the way he was leaning against the wall so that he was facing the front of his cell, towards Alex. She'd been here just as long as he had. Longer even. Alex had been there when he was brought in. If there was anyone the opposite of Hanson, it'd be Alexandra. She'd stirred up more trouble in her time here than he cared to remember. A small smile playing across his features he spoke to her, "And you? That hum of electricity doesn't keep you up at night does it?"
Hanson knew what Alex's powers were and though he had never actually laid eye's on her cell, he knew about the lights that filled it. That was probably one of the reasons his cell was so close to hers. Being one of the only people who wouldn't be bothered by an excess of light. His cell wasn't quite so extravagant. He knew there was something about it that cancelled out his echolocation. What little he could do when he was out of his cell due to the fashion statement around his neck, he knew there must be some kind of sound frequency that disrupted his power. Whenever he tried to use it he would get overwhelmed by noise and it would disorient him. Hence why he had taken to memorizing the layout of places, instead of relying on his power.
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Posted: Sat Aug 25, 2012 1:49 pm
 I expect good behavior.
☢Gavan☣
Gavan towel dried his hair as he moved around his room. He had just completed his shower after this mornings work out. Letting the towel drape around his neck, he picked up his glasses and slid them into place. According to the clock it was mid-afternoon. He still had time before he had to go replace one of the guards in their duties. He sat down at the desk that was supplied in his room and briefly flipped through the personnel files on the Gen-D's. He didn't know why he continued to look through them. He had long since memorized each of their powers and what privileges they all had. When he had started he was surprised that the Gen-D named Alex still had so many privileges after what she had done. Shrugging he flipped the personnel files closed and stacked them again neatly. He took the towel off around his neck and hung it up so it would dry off. He looked down and made sure that his uniform was straight and neat before heading to the cafeteria.
As Gavan entered the cafeteria he scanned it and looked at the people in there. He grinned as he saw the Security Chief sitting by himself in a corner. He headed toward the food first, grabbing two slices of pizza and a water, pausing at the register before moving towards Aidrian. "Good afternoon, sir. Glad to see you emerge into the light again," Gavan said as he approached Aidrian. "You should probably consider getting out more. Staring at those screens all day really can't be good for your health." He smiled again since everyone on the staff knew of Aidrian and his unhealthy habit of staying locked up in that room of his for days on end.
✔You have one chance.✘
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Posted: Sun Aug 26, 2012 1:43 pm
[You got me away from the book for this?]
Ashe was sitting in the cafeteria, nose in a book. Her half-eaten pizza was getting cold, but she didn't notice, nor care. She sighed, this was what? The tenth time she read this book? Twentieth? She lost count, but each time she read it was different.
She shifted slightly in her seat and frowned as the weights on her arms and legs clinked with the movement. All for the sake of keeping her grounded. She missed the days when the institution thought it was all physic, her powers...Now she could hardly lift her arms without the annoying weight pulling it down again.
She turned a page and heard voices nearby. Looking up, she saw a guard and...the superintendent? This was interesting. He was a rare sight indeed.
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Posted: Sun Aug 26, 2012 1:56 pm
...blame all your weakness on me--shame that I'm so contrite...
┏━━━━━αℓєxαη∂яα━━━━━┓ She chuckled softly at Hanson's mention of being extra-beautiful. "Of course. That's why I mentioned it. I looked over there and was stunned--if I weren't used to living in light already, I'd say I was blinded by your radiant glow." Alex tossed her hair back and set about braiding it slowly, her fingers working through the long strands carefully. The blind guy was alright, as far as the others went. He was at the very least a decent conversation, and at the very worst just another person, both of which she could handle. She couldn't quite understand why they had cut off his echolocation ability--that seemed cruel and unusual--but this was Batalia, so they specialized in the cruel and unusual.
At the mention of an electric hum, she shrugged. Frankly, Alex had been bothered by it for a while. Now she was used to it. The day that Batalia was silent at night would be the day that she had killed everyone in it, and she would be restless as hell, no doubt. "Neh. No. It didn't keep me up. I slept fine." Which was relative. She hadn't slept well in years, so just being able to pass out was good for her. The gym at least had been useful on that front.
"Tell you what, we should go for a jaunt around the place," Alex finally suggested, leaning forward across her cell. "They'll let you out more readily than they'll let me out, so how about you ask, and I'll just escort you. How's that?" She was hungry, too, so that served her fairly well. ┗━━━━━You think you have the best of intentions--I cannot shake the taste of blood in my mouth━━━━━┛
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Posted: Sun Aug 26, 2012 2:08 pm
>>>NAME>>>>>>>>>>>>> AIDRIANKRIUSOAidrian glanced up from his pizza to examine the person talking to him. Oh. Gavon. He blinked a few times, trying to remember how to talk again.
"It's a job," he replied simply. "I just do what I've always done with my jobs--dive into them headfirst. Taking breaks would make me feel like I'm not doing my job correctly." Then again, a break was typically fifteen or so minutes. He hardly even took those. Stretching upwards, Aidrian felt all the bones in his spinal column pop uncomfortably into place, rearranging his back. He winced and took another ravenous bite of pizza.
Maybe he did need to get out of the room more often. He eyed Gavon again before finishing off his food, wiping his hands on a nearby napkin and downing the rest of his water. "Maybe you're right. But until I have someone that I know I can trust with the whole operation, I don't like taking breaks." The last two times he had left someone else in charge for longer than a couple minutes, Alex had started raising hell. Not that she waited for him to get off, of course. It was just that he was good at shutting her down now, and others... well. Weren't.
"We should probably start talking to the inmates again," He postulated finally, leaning back in his chair. Aidrian had a funny habit of wanting to always know where the inmates were mentally, psychologically. It wasn't that he enjoyed doing it--it always seemed he walked out of the meetings grim and unhappy--but he always made things more comfortable afterwards for the inmates.
Casting his gaze around the room, his eyes settled on Ashe. She was reading a book, and--oh. His eyes locked with hers. Raising a hand, he beckoned her over, indicating the seat next to him. ACCEPTED<<<
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Posted: Sun Aug 26, 2012 2:37 pm
[You got me away from the book for this?]
It seems that Aidrian noticed her. She closed the book, no need for a bookmark, she knew where she left off, and walked over.
"Good day, Sirs," she said, a nod to each. She sat down on the chair he indicated. "How are you, two? And the doctor?" The last question was aimed at Aidrian.
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