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Post by carduus on Dec 20, 2007 11:54:24 GMT -6
[Let's first make a salad and then escape XD]
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Post by Scar on Dec 20, 2007 12:30:36 GMT -6
((I think I'm in the hospital area or somethin..I dunno..))
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Post by carduus on Dec 20, 2007 12:32:09 GMT -6
[You should be. There's no chance you are talking to St. Ishbal now  ] |
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Post by dante on Dec 20, 2007 18:43:31 GMT -6
((Sorry about the long wait! Balancing several tests and two projects while dealing with the flu is a bit time-consuming. ;_;))
DANTE & GUARDS
"I'm a bitch, am I?" Dante questioned the former soldier with a mixture of forced surprise and false offense in her voice. She took a few steps toward Archer, the sugary smile on her face taking on a rather disturbing edge.
Before she could respond to him, however, her ears registered that hideous family-murderer's accusations. She turned her attention over to Tucker and gave him a small frown, a twinkle of anger in her dark brown eyes. "Children are nuisances, and if they weren't necessary for the survival of the human race, I doubt anyone would have any. I have a grown son - not that it's any of your business - and he is loyal to me, even though I've made it abundantly clear that I don't love him. I stayed with him after his father abandoned him, and gave him a purpose in life. He is... a pawn, nothing more. Whether that makes me a bad mother or not, I don't care."
Growing more aggravated by the minute, she turned back to Archer and Kimblee. "Order must be maintained in this prison by any means necessary. And you and your friends are responsible for that guards death, not I; you're the one behind the failed escape. And you want to protect your friend, do you? Fine - you can share his punishments with him, as well."
The Ultimatum: "Now, you can both come along quietly, or we can shoot you in the kneecaps and drag you off by the hair. The choice is yours."
Several guards cocked their firearms and aimed them at Kimblee and Archer, some aiming at their kneecaps, others at their foreheads.
LYRA
As the confrontation unfolded, Lyra and a few other guards carried the scarred prisoner to the infirmary and, with the assistance of Nurse Dante's subordinates, dressed whatever wounds he had.
The procedure finished, Lyra stood at a sink near Scar's bed, humming softly to herself as she washed a bit of blood from her hands. Two guards stood at the entrance, and Dante's assistant nurse nurse was writing something down on a clipboard.
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Post by androgynos on Dec 20, 2007 19:26:08 GMT -6
Archer was desperate now, reaching. His thread on sanity was already thin, but now it was getting ready to snap. If he had never handed that gun to Kimblee, the guard would still be alive-not that he cared one way or another about the guard- and neither of them would have been facing this ordeal.
"How about if we make a deal?" he replied to Dante. "An 'equivalent exchange, so to speak. You can appreciate that, ne? I'll take my punishment..and Kimblees as well. Just do twice to me what you would have done to one of us."
He recalled a time when Kimblee was in prison for the Ishval massacre. He'd gone to him upon learning of his transmuting abilities to see what use he might be to him. He hadn't expected to find Kimblee to be not only powerful but very fetching to boot. 'He will be mine' he'd thought. He made a proposal: Agree to an 'arrangement' between the two of them and he would receive full pardon and reinstatement into the military. Kimblee had started out with a low chuckle, which erupted into maniacal laughter. Archer was incensed at his laughter and subsequent refusal. So, over the course of weeks, he'd subjected Kimblee to a systematic break down; sleep deprivation, hunger, nakedness and cold..and water boarding. He recalled the screams...and mad laughter...a chill ran up his spine. That had all happened before he cared, and now it haunted him. His worst fear had always been that one day he would wake up and find him gone for good. Why had he stayed?
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Post by Scar on Dec 20, 2007 21:44:05 GMT -6
The scarred prisoner slowly opened his eyes. He tried to sit up, but found he didn't have the energy. "..I'm not dead.." he said alloud to himself. "...Pity..."
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Post by carduus on Dec 21, 2007 5:33:50 GMT -6
"So you've passed the genes on..." He said in a voice of a gynaecologist who had seen it all already.
He just sat there, watching the happenings. Well, at least something happened that brought on a change of air - lest this facility could drive him braindead.
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Post by androgynos on Dec 26, 2007 17:15:52 GMT -6
((This thread needs CPR))
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Post by dante on Dec 27, 2007 19:43:53 GMT -6
(It's my fault it's going so slowly, sorry. Computer problems and Christmas stuff are keeping me tied up. ><)
DANTE
"So, you want to take your punishment and that ratty little thing's as well?" Dante cocked her head to the side. Her narrow eyes glazed over in thought; her cold mind kicked into high gear, pondering the man's offer.
An icy smile crept onto her thin lips. "Sorry to say that isn't an equivalent exchange. Equivalence requires that each party gain something from the transaction. What prize would *I* gain if you take your little friend's punishment, mmm?"
LYRA
"Now, that's not a nice thing to say. Life is something to be valued. You should be happy you survived," the young girl said with a kind smile as she walked over to Scar. She was accompanied by a nurse, who began dressing his remaining wounds.
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Post by Scar on Dec 27, 2007 20:39:32 GMT -6
Scar looked at the ceiling blankly. "Theres no reason left for me." he said softly in response. "All I have left to do in this world is wait for death. The sooner it comes, the sooner I may finally rest..."
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Post by dante on Dec 27, 2007 21:10:56 GMT -6
"This is just my opinion," she began as she helped the nurse dress his wounds, "but if you focus on death, you sometimes fail to see your purpose. I'm sure you have one, even in here -- you just have to look hard enough."
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Post by androgynos on Dec 27, 2007 21:34:00 GMT -6
Undaunted by her cat and mouse game, Archer replied, "Tell me..just exactly what would it take to be 'equivalent' enough to satisfy you?" He could only imagine. Three times the punishment? Two for the two of them and and extra thrown in just because?
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Post by Scar on Dec 27, 2007 21:41:40 GMT -6
The scarred man just let out a breath. "There is nothing." he insisted. "This is nothing but my punishment. Punishment for my sins...And I will not have the peace I desire untill God has decided I have been disciplined properly."
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Post by dante on Dec 27, 2007 21:50:33 GMT -6
DANTE
"Well, let's examine this transaction, shall we? You want to take your friend's punishment in his stead, thereby robbing me of the pleasure of seeing him scream in agony -- something that means a lot to me. What would equate to that? Hmm."
Dante clasped her bony hands behind her back and began sauntering about the room, mulling over the situation. After a moment or two of pondering she glanced over at Archer, smiling sinisterly. "You are to spend two months in a cell -- alone. And you are to spend your free time cleaning gym equipment or assisting me in the infirmary. I know this is unorthodox, but that blond girl and your little friend will be cell mates from now on."
LYRA
The dark-haired girl frowned softly at the man's words, continuing to dress his wounds with the nurse. "..It is ultimately your decision, but here's something to think about: instead of punishing yourself, why not atone? If you took lives away, you could strive to preserve them as repentance."
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Post by androgynos on Dec 27, 2007 22:01:42 GMT -6
Archer sighed, his shoulders drooping. Well, it looked like this was it. What was there to do? He dreaded the thought of solitary confinement enough, but two months? Two months without seeing Kimblee or knowing if he was ok with the chimera lady sharing a cell with him? Dante surely was the devil. And she certainly had extracted her pound of flesh. He suddenly felt very old.
He faced Kimblee, regret in his face. He took his face in his hands and kissed him softly. "Don't do anything stupid like get yourself killed while I'm gone." He hugged him tightly and used a hand to wipe away the stray tear. He stood up and faced Dante with his steely eyes. "Let's go then"
He wasn't too terribly worried about Kimblee taking care of himself. The crazy bastard was capable of horrific things, especially when cornered. He was resourceful and lacking his transmutation tatoos, he would just call on other methods.
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Post by Scar on Jan 1, 2008 2:41:04 GMT -6
The prisoner sighed. "I tried...And that man still died." He didn't have to allow himself to be a sheild. He could have overpowered them. But he did, and that man was...dead. Forever. "I just wish to rest..Finally rest...To be free of this burden..." he said softly as he closed his eyes.
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Post by androgynos on Jan 1, 2008 8:07:09 GMT -6
Two guard grabbed Archer and dragged him out of the cell. They proceeded to give him a sound beating with their nightsticks, likely as payback for the dead guard. Dante, unfazed, simply straightened out the medicine cart and wheeled it out of the cell. She slid the bars closed with a loud clang that echoed down the halls. The guards yanked Archer to his feet and they and Dante escorted him further down the hall. He glanced over his shoulder one last time and saw Kimblee standing at the cell door, hands wrapped around the bars, watching him as he was taken away. One guard yanked his head back and said, "Turn around you disgusting faggot! I hope the girl shreds your 'lover' into a thousand unrecognizable pieces. You'll get plenty of time to wonder too." he added with a laugh.
The guard opened the door and tossed him in harshly and slammed the bars closed. "Sweet dreams, queer boy." the other guard sneered. Then they escorted Dante back down the hall.
He stood at the bars, trying to peer down the hall. He could almost see his old cell, but the bars prevented him from being able to see any further than the cell next to it. So he was now cut off. No way to talk back and forth that wouldn't involve shouting. Unless of course, he could befriend that little feral boy, the one called Wrath, to send messages back and forth. That could prove tough, because he was the one who snitched them off to begin with.
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Post by dante on Jan 2, 2008 19:35:44 GMT -6
DANTE
"On second thought," Dante began casually as the guards escorted her further down the hall, beady brown eyes resting themselves on a morbidly obese guard to her right, "I think two months isn't nearly enough for our rebellious little inmate. Let's double it, shall we? That would certainly get the message through his thick skull."
"I really like the way you think, ma'am. I'm dyin' ta see the look on that flamin' queer-o-sexual's pale mug when we drop this bombshell on him in two meenths! Gonna be like a kick in the gonads, man!" barked the overweight guard enthusiastically, overcome with zealous euphoria.
Dante stopped suddenly and stared at him for several moments, utterly dumbfounded by the man's ignorance and stupidity. "...Articulately put, darling," she sneered, resuming her walk to the infirmary.
LYRA
The raven-haired young woman frowned at his words, desperately wanting to convince him that there is a meaning in his life. Before she could, though, the head nurse herself stepped in, accompanied by two guards.
DANTE
Dante raised a withered hand, glancing at each guard, signaling that they were to leave her, which they promptly did. Putting on a smile as sweet as sugar, the old woman ambled over to the prisoner and took a seat next to him.
"Please leave us. I would like to have a word with him in private," Dante commanded Lyra and the several other nurses in the room, her voice that of an old woman, yet still held its sharpness and unparalleled strength.
LYRA
Lyra nodded and quickly exited the room with the nurses.
DANTE
"I'm glad to see you're well. That was an extraordinarily heroic move you made back there, dear," she said, concealing her volatile nature beneath a tone as sweet as honey and a disarming expression. "Such heroism deserves to be rewarded. Tell me, would you like anything in particular?"
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Post by Scar on Jan 3, 2008 15:53:13 GMT -6
Prisoner 22193 looked at the elderly nurse empitly. "...I do not want anything." he told her. What would he want? Yet, as he thought about it..."Wait..." he said softly. "There is one thing...The nurse that was just in here...I would like her to come speak to me in my cell now and then..." It was a curious request, but ever since he came here, that nurse was the first person to treat him kindly...And he ever grew so lonely in that cell. To have someone to talk too, even if just once a week, would do him good.
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Post by androgynos on Jan 8, 2008 21:20:23 GMT -6
Day one, Archer thought. It is now 1/60ths of the way toward being over with. He lay on the hard little bunk and folded his hands behind his head and sighed. He looked up at the ceiling, observing the new patterns of cracks on it. Even in a morbid place like this, one grew used to certain familiarities. He wasn't used to the patterns of cracks on this ceiling and it made him uneasy. He liked predictability and stability. He liked order and control. No wonder he'd botched the escape attempt. He wasn't a specialist in surprise attacks or anything spontaneous. Oh well, the deal was sealed now. It's only two months, he reassured himself. Two measly months of one whole lifetime. That was bearable.
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