Re: The New Day « Reply #15 on Sept 15, 2009, 12:33pm »
'Steven grins when Margie leaves, ending his rant. He loves to play games with these people, he knows he's one of the qoute unqoute "patients" that scares them the absolute most because of how hard it is to control him. It isn't his strength, his skills, or any other ability he might use to kill them with that scares them. It is his rather unusual unstoppability that worries them. The level of tranqs they use on him should kill an adult horse or small elephant, but it barely keeps him in control, and even that is primarily an illusion he gives them. He tests his restraints a little bit, seeing how much they would resist him should he try to break them, seeing just how much strength it would take out of him to get loose. He smiles to himself behind the steel faceplate, his deep blue eyes examining the edges of the mask, noting how narrow they are, noting that it would only take a little bit more force then a sharpened edge would to cut a man down.'
'That's when he sits bolt upright, the hairs on the back of his neck tingling. He mutters under his breath for a moment before he starts flexing hard, putting every ounce of force he can into his restraining jacket, trying to breka free.' Shit shit shit shit, the guards are late and now this. Can't lose my head, no no no, can't lose my head, gotta break.... freeee.... 'Right then is when the steel chords of the jacket snap and the material tears free, freeing his arms to do what he must do.' Gotta be free, free or dead, free or dead, can't lose my head....
'Now he really is losing it. He quickly unstraps himself from the chair, pulling the face mask off, showing how good looking a guy he actually is. he takes the mask and starts beating at part of the chair, trying to break off a useable peice of it.' Gotta fight back, can't lose my head, must fight, must be free....
Re: The New Day « Reply #16 on Sept 15, 2009, 1:32pm »
Debbie giggles at Key agreeing with her. If she knew of all the cameras watching them right now like Key did, she didn't make any indication. She was about to try to peer over Key's shoulders to see what she was holding, when Steven started berserking in his chair and breaking his restraints. With a startled cry, Debbie lept from the couch, "No!"
Debbie, hardly a teenager, but barely a little girl anymore, leaps into Steven's lap to try and hold him down. It seemed she was driven by fear, but not fear of him; fear of what they would do. The marching feet of the gaurds was coming closer down the hall now, almost a full regiment of them it sounded like.
Debbie tries to keep Steven sitting in the chair, hugging him around his torso and crying, "No, don't! They'll kill you, they'll kill you for sure!" Somehow, this little girl, barely a budding young woman with naught but a cotton gown and slippers on, was heavier than the steel and ceramic chair Steven was sitting in. There was even a deep depression in the couch cushion where she had been just moments prior, indicating this wasn't a 'new' condition. She could easily hold down a normal man with just her weight alone, but obviously Steven was not a normal man, and so she held on as tight as she could, ready to be tossed away like the rag doll she had so often taunted him with.
The security guards were coming closer now, only a few yards from the door for sure...
((Was someone supposed to play the guards? Just seemed odd to me they weren't coming back. Let me know if I need to change it...))
Re: The New Day « Reply #17 on Oct 15, 2009, 11:18am »
'While her weight definately slows him down, possibly enough that tossing her like a ragdoll is out of the question, Debbie's tackle is the least of his concerns. he continues to rant on about not losing his head, about getting away, escaping, until she mentions the guards killing him. He stops for a moment, looking at her, pure madness in his eyes, not the calm, controlled faked insanity, but the real thing.' They cannot kill that which cannot die. Why do you think they've kept me here for more then two decades? Because they can't figue out HOW to kill me!!
'That's the point that he shakes his whole body in a single, long, fluid motion, throwing the full force of his entire body into a single smooth action to flip her off of him, and if succesful, he starts bashing at the chair again, finally sheering off a long, slightly twisted, but decidedly sharp chunk of metal. Clearly not satisfied though, he grabs it near the sharp end, and despite the definate bleeding it causes, yanks it straight in one clean movement. he flicks his hand to get some of the blood off of it, blood that stops bleeding out disturbingly quickly. He takes his weapon, which seems rather like a short sword at this point, and waits now, facing the door, quite unhappy and still definately freaked out. he turns back, this time with concern on his face.' I'd suggest staying back. Most likely, those aren't the local rent a cops coming through the door, but something far, far worse.
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Re: The New Day « Reply #18 on Oct 26, 2009, 4:47am »
It all happened so fast Key barley knew how to react; she stuffed the chunk of paper deep in the couch cushion, and hissed loudly as Debbie leaped off the couch onto Steven, holding him down. Which was impressive in itself, but the last thing she wanted was a lock down so soon after being released, maybe she could talk the guards down. Key followed Debbie and launched herself at Steven, grabbing hold of a chunk of flesh, but that was the moment he decided to throw them off. Debbie felt herself shake free. She let go hissing in pain as she slammed against the ground.
Key felt a gush of blood hit her in the face, Stevens hopefully, the thought that the little girl she’d taken a shinning to bleeding on the floor infuriated Key. She launched herself at Steven once again, he seemed calmer now, he’d said something to Debbie but she didn’t catch it. While Key’s strength was nothing compared to Stevens, she did pack a punch. She threw her whole body weight at Steven, and tried to dig her impressive long metallic claws deep into the mans chest. All the while hissing animalisticly.
‘I’m not going back into my god damn cell because of you!’
She spat angrily. All the while listening to the approaching guards. Maybe she could bring him down herself, saving them all the trouble of lock down.
Re: The New Day « Reply #19 on Nov 17, 2009, 12:44pm »
Debbie fell to the floor on her back with a hard thud, and her face dropped into cold, calm rage. Key leaped upon the insane man, sparing Debbie the trouble of working alone for the moment. She seemed to have gained an ally, which she was now grateful as Steven seemed far worse to handle than she previously imagined. While Key struggled on the man, Debbie swept her legs over her body in a helicopter move, spinning her body so she was now belly-down with her hands on the floor, and continued the sweep through to kick Steven's knees from behind out from under him. For such a small girl, there was enough mass behind the kick to feel like an aluminum baseball bat filled with concrete.
Debbie snarled at him, "Can't die? They just haven't tried every possibility yet!"
It was too late, though...the doors burst open and the riot-equiped guards poured through. One in the lead, four flanking the patients on either side, weapons ready. Three in the front carried the specialized tranq rounds in ther submachine guns, two in the middle with extended shock batons, two more with short-barreled shotguns, and the rear two with armor-piercing M4A1 carbine assault rifles. Everyone but the lead carried shields. They were all trained on Steven, but orders were barked for all of them to cease and desist. More of the soldier-gaurds could be heard stopping in the hallway.
Just as the double-doors to the rec room swung shut, they bolted into place automatically. Within seconds the light through windows was blocked out by secure plates sliding closed over them. It seemed they were pulling every cliche out of the book.
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