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| 22 May 2013 08:01 PM |
The walls were like shapes, in my mind, twisting and turning through out my eyes.
Summary:
You have been captured by.. Well, that's the part you don't know, you only remember 5 minutes before that. The rest was 5 minutes after, the guards clenching each one of your arms tightly, crossing them like an 'X' and pushing them forward, as you glanced around, left and right. You saw things that weren't.. Normal. The guard grinned by your fear, bringing you closer to the walls of the iron bar cells. Torturing your mind with the thought of these.. Things. Then pulling you away with a shift, you then reached an empty, damp cell. A bed, a toilet. Nothing else. The bed was just a mattress on some steel.
"Enjoy your suite." The guard grunted, watching you enter a room of shame and torture. Then slowly locking it once more, every chance of your life. Slowly draining as you sit upon the bed and begin to count the claw marks upon your 'matress' if it just wasn't a sponge bleached.
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1. Semi-Trolling is allowed, like a false post, but please no false CSs unless you already have one. 2. No ODing, hugging but that's all. 3. Be pretty descriptive, or at least TRY. 4. Abide Roblox rules like a normal citizen. 5. Do not be all strict, I'd like you to have some humor. (me no like if u no has humor)
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Name: Age: Gender: Body Appearance: Prisoner Clothing (Black and White stripes only, but you may custom if it is like a tank top, jacket. Etc): Confiscated Weaponry: Confiscated Items (Journal, etc.): Personality: Biography (Probably gonna give something nice to people who do bio, but optional):
This is going to be 1 on a, not the group together, I shall guide you
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| 22 May 2013 08:18 PM |
| What time period is this in modern? 1950s? |
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podraptor
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| 22 May 2013 08:20 PM |
Name: Tom Lee
Age: 32
Gender: Male
Body Appearance: Yellowy complexion, medium build, dark brown eyes, flat nose, high cheekbones, black hair--long at the back, droopy mustache and stubble.
Prisoner Clothing: Standard prison jumpsuit, a dark vest.
Confiscated Weaponry: Paring Knife in his coat.
Confiscated Items (Journal, etc.): Notepad, Pen, Cellphone
Personality: TBR
Biography: A 3rd generation Chinese immigrant, Tom Lee grew up in a downtown apartment left to himself. With his parents not at home to watch him, he grew up roaming the streets of the city and practicing many hobbies. After becoming a writer and journalist for the local newspaper, he found himself in a metal prison. Counting his days confined to a room without food or contact and hoping he'll see the light of day.
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| 22 May 2013 09:43 PM |
@Flaw
That's what I forgot, it's around 2000.
@Pod
Accepted + Admined, please just start inside your cell and I'll guide you from there |
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podraptor
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| 22 May 2013 10:00 PM |
The man's back began to stiffen once more against the hard metal of the cell bed. His dry lips didn't have the energy to mouth a complaint anymore--the words would be stuck dry in his throat if he tried to speak.
Above him the man could hear nothing but the dull echoes from a labyrinth of corridors and cells he couldn't even dare to imagine how big. For three weeks, Thomas Lee had been crammed and left in a cell for dead, the sparse food and water barely enough to sustain his now-frail body. These kidnappers had drained all hope of rescue from Tom after three days in a windowless, empty cell. Now, they only waited for him to die.
The question about that was how long would actually take before Tom would just bash his head against the 4 foot thick steel door at the front of the room until his brains were plastered all over the floor. |
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Monk248
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| 22 May 2013 10:09 PM |
Name:Jake Earles Age:30 Gender:M Body Appearance: Jake has tan skin and black hair, 6'1, Brown eyes, scar across face. Prisoner Clothing (Black and White stripes only, but you may custom if it is like a tank top, jacket. Etc): White tank top, jumpsuit pantsn Confiscated Weaponry: knife Confiscated Items (Journal, etc.): journal, pen, phone, Personality: Jake does not like to talk much. He gets angry quickly. And does not like to talk about his parents Biography (Probably gonna give something nice to people who do bio, but optional): Jake's parents were killed by thugs and he vowed to catch them and get revenge on them.
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| 22 May 2013 10:16 PM |
| [Shouldn't it be "Quench My Thirst"? Unless it was meant to be "Clench", which then makes no sense. I can't think of a metaphor for "Clench My Thirst".] |
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| 22 May 2013 10:17 PM |
(Accepted and Moderatored :P)
Tom-
You slowly bang once to slowly release the pain thought. Then drift towars the mattress, each bone of your body laying upon the cushion or you call 'sponge' of which is your bed. You slowly tend to notice something. In the corner of your room sits something, however you have not dared to take a glance towards it, will you now? As the slow beat of a fist reaching the wall repeatedly goes through your head.
(Jake shall be next) |
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| 22 May 2013 10:19 PM |
@Purely
(I did not actually want Quench, it would of made more sense, but I found a liking to Clench.
I just felt 'Grasp my thirst' was nice, but 'Grasp' could be better, so I made it 'Clench') |
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| 22 May 2013 10:20 PM |
| [@Cake; Ah. Plus it rhymes with Quench.] |
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podraptor
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| 22 May 2013 10:21 PM |
| Rolling off the bed, Tom hit the floor arms-first with an audible thud across the dusty concrete floor. He looked towards the corner. |
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Monk248
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| 22 May 2013 10:30 PM |
(They can kick anybody under them, and can vote to take off a Moderator+)
Tom-
The figure seems about 1 foot tall, but the shape is complex.
(Monk, start by being in the cell, I shall guide you) |
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| 22 May 2013 11:51 PM |
Name: Robert Shaw Age: 26 Gender: Male Body Appearance: Pale skin, hazel eyes, freckled face, furrowed eyebrows, 5'10, shaved head. Prisoner Clothing: Prisoner jacket is in shape of a tank top Confiscated Weaponry: A Heckler Koch HK 45 pistol Confiscated Items (Journal, etc.): journal, pencil Personality: Silent, thoughtful, wise, kind Biography: |
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| 23 May 2013 01:26 AM |
Name: James Smith Age: 24 Gender: Male Body Appearance: He has blue eyes added with a tiny spec of green. He has natural black spiky hair and small nose. He has no freckles, and has white teeth. His height is around 5"5 and he has a very average body size. He has quite small hands and feet too. Prisoner Clothing He is currently wearing black and white but he is also wearing black gloves which goes with the current clothing. Confiscated Weaponry: He used to have a small knife. Confiscated Items (Journal, etc.): Books, pencil, flashlight. Personality: He is a kind man with a forgiving heart. He has never been the fighting type or the one to come quick to important decisions, he will rather let others think of it. Biography (Probably gonna give something nice to people who do bio, but optional): no |
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| 23 May 2013 07:16 AM |
| (Both accepted, please start off and I shall guide you forth) |
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podraptor
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| 23 May 2013 07:20 AM |
| With gentle fingers, Tom tried to touch the figure. |
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| 23 May 2013 07:22 AM |
Tom-
The figure has a sharp shape upon the top, but a smooth texture. Shall you go closer? |
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| 23 May 2013 07:47 AM |
(Have I been captured because someone doesn't like me or because I did something bad or what? If I choose, I want to be a revolutionist. :3)
Name: Chris Devendorf
Age: 26
Gender: Male
Body Appearance: Pale, average body build, about 5'9-6'0, dirty blond short wavy hair, goatee.
Prisoner Clothing: Black and White striped jacket and pants.
Confiscated Weaponry: switchblade.
Confiscated Items (Journal, etc.): Mobile Phone, book in the writing and a pen.
Personality: Cares for people, mostly quite, mature and not afraid of higher power.
Biography: An Italian revolutionist, fighting for the rights of the working class, mainly stating "We are what holds this country together, we are the main structure." His life was normal until he got interested in fighting for the rights of people in college, he has been studying, writing and fighting for the rest of his life. |
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| 23 May 2013 09:30 AM |
| I stay sat, deciding to stay calm, I look around the small cell they placed room. |
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| 23 May 2013 03:45 PM |
@Fast
Accepted
James-
You slowly move towards your bed, feeling the spongy mattress. It's all you have right now. Besides the toilet..
You slowly check around, nothing yet, only the bed to explore. You grasp the mattress, lifting it towards the ceiling, a odd shape is under it, but the shadow covers it, you grasp it. The smooth edges, you press around until you feel a click, you finally take a glance. A pen |
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| 23 May 2013 04:06 PM |
Tom-
You clench it, and pull it forth, a green hilt and a sharp triangle shape. A knife.. You grab it, and hide it under the sponge of your mattress. You then go forth towards the front of the cell, and slowly take a glance left and right, just the usual screeching, and the usual bangings.
Shall you stay put, or find something for this weapon..
Jake-
You bang on the walls fast, to take your mind off the thought of your family. You slip your hand into a pocket, feeling a piece of paper. You pull it out, your family in a drawing by the family. Everybody signed, but you.
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