The Fortress
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				Title: <strong>The Fortress</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zorak</strong> on <strong>09-01-2010, 21:04:30</strong>
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				<strong> <span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"> THE FORTRESS </span> </strong><br><br><br>This is the official role-play thread.&nbsp; Please limit all OOC to their designated threads :<br><br><strong><span class="bbc_u">The Fortress :: OOC Discussion (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=56750.0)</span></strong><br><strong><span class="bbc_u">The Fortress :: Character Bios (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=56752.0)</span></strong><br><strong><span class="bbc_u">The Fortress :: Official WIKI (http://elliquiy.com/wiki/THE_FORTRESS)</span></strong><br><br><br><strong><em>IF YOU WISH TO JOIN THIS ROLE-PLAY - There is room for everyone.&nbsp; Please send a PM to either Zorak or auroraChloe, and we will help get you started! </em></strong><br><br><br><strong> <span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"> &nbsp;Notices &nbsp;</span> </strong><br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; 11 January, 2009 - Initial RP thread has been started.&nbsp; Roleplay begins.<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; 11 January, 2009 - Please remember the posting guidelines.. http://elliquiy.com/wiki/THE_FORTRESS#POSTING_GUIDELINES (http://elliquiy.com/wiki/THE_FORTRESS#POSTING_GUIDELINES)<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; 14 January, 2009 - <strong>The role of WARDEN is available to anyone who is interested.&nbsp; Please PM either Zorak or auroaChloe to discuss.</strong><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Fortress</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zorak</strong> on <strong>11-01-2010, 20:01:32</strong>
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				<strong> Scientist, Carl Dodd </strong><br><strong> Prisoner Processing Facility </strong><br><hr><br>Carl Dodd shifted in his seat.&nbsp; He hated the trip back and forth from the Fortress - that was probably why he came and went as little as possible.&nbsp; The slight rocking motion of the sub as it passed through different currents and water densities gave him a mild case of seasickness.<br><br>He tried to take his eyes off the floor and look around a bit.&nbsp; His doctor, Rachel, had told him he should walk around, or at least move his eyes during the trip to minimize the symptoms since the medicine she gave him didn't work too well.&nbsp; He glanced at the new inmates.&nbsp; They were six of them this trip - four women and two men - lined up in the usual fashion, and dressed as they were at their trials earlier in the day.&nbsp; They stood, arms secured above their heads with shackles connected by a rigid bar and inserted in an overhead track-work.&nbsp; They wore shackles on their ankles as well, connected by a chain just long enough to allow them to walk at a shuffle.&nbsp; All of them were quiet of course, the last male in the group sporting a black eye and a bleeding lip from the guard's "lesson" about not speaking.&nbsp; Carl's stomach did a flip-flop, and he looked back down again.&nbsp; Regardless of Rachel's suggestions, it just felt better that way.&nbsp; Once they docked, he'd feel like himself again.<br><br>As if the world heard his request, he felt the sudden deceleration of the sub, and the familiar sounds of docking.&nbsp; There was immediate activity about him as the guards started getting ready to transfer the prisoners.&nbsp; Restraints were checked, and instructions given.&nbsp; When the forward hatch opened, he let the guards lead the prisoners first while his stomach finally settled, then he followed them out.<br><br>The only way into the Fortress, was through the prisoner intake facility, so he needed to wait for them to clear before he could get through.&nbsp; It was faster when he traveled on a supply run, since there were no prisoners to process - but this time, it would have been another week's wait, and he was tired of dealing with his father.&nbsp; He watched as the guards connected the sub's overhead track-work to the one inside.&nbsp; It was a good design - keeping prisoners on the proper pathways, and limiting their movements significantly.&nbsp; There were often a few that didn't take well to the initial processing, especially since they were told nothing about where they were being taken other than "a maximum security facility", and some of them were still coping from the fact that they'd just been handed down life sentences.&nbsp; As much as it was an inconvenience to have to wait, he had to admit to himself, he enjoyed watching.&nbsp; He followed the group of four women as the men were lead off in a different direction.<br><br>Throughout the process, a taped recording played in the background, repeating ad-infinitum, "You are now the property of the Gen-Tech Corporation.&nbsp; You will obey all officer instructions.&nbsp; Any act of disobedience will result in punishment.&nbsp; Any attempt to escape will result in death.&nbsp; Obey all printed signs.&nbsp; &nbsp;You are now the property of the Gen-Tech Corporation.&nbsp; You will obey all officer instructions..."<br><br>The motorized overhead track-work kept them separated by about 6 feet and forced them ahead when necessary. A few moments after he heard the sub un-dock for its return trip, the processing guards arrived and began to cut the clothing from the new inmates.&nbsp; Most of them were quite unhappy with that activity, but restrained as they were, they couldn't offer up much resistance.&nbsp; As the recording continued to play, the naked inmates were forced to shuffle forward through an x-ray machine, and then an ultraviolet sterilization archway.&nbsp; Carl watched them, admiring their bodies.&nbsp; The Gen-Tech screeners always seemed to do a good job, he thought, at selecting them.&nbsp; He licked his lips as his eyes wandered... certainly there would be reason to examine a few more closely...<br><br>The next part of their processing was what the sadist in him really enjoyed watching.&nbsp; One by one, the track pushed them against an upright metal table.&nbsp; The guards detached their shackles from the overhead, and reattached them to the top of the table. Straps were pulled tightly across their backs and legs, and their heads secured in a vice-like feature.&nbsp; The table tilted forward,putting their heads directly under a large device, with a fairly thick needle at the end.&nbsp; He loved hearing them scream as the surgeons guided the needle into the backs of their necks, depositing the control implant inside their brain-stems.&nbsp; Of course, it didn't hurt THAT much, but they cried and whimpered just the same - probably the idea of a needle being driven into their necks had as much to do with it as the pain did.&nbsp; Once completed, the table brought them upright again, and the guards secured them back to the overhead, and the line moved forward.<br><br>In the next room, a recording explained their implants, and then gave them a brief sample of the "pain" function.&nbsp; Then, their shackles were removed, and they were issued their uniforms - a pair of simple panties and a short-sleeved, knee length dress - both in a simple gray color.&nbsp; Once dressed, the guards secured their wrists again in front with handcuffs, and handed them their only possessions - a towel and a toothbrush.&nbsp; They were instructed to step forward into a small room with a speaking dais, where they would receive an introduction to the Warden, and then, be taken to their cells.&nbsp; <br><br>Carl nodded to one of the guards, who recognized him immediately.&nbsp; He slipped quietly towards the door, scanned his ID, fingerprints &amp; retina, and entered the employee's area of the facility...
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Fortress</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katy1008</strong> on <strong>11-01-2010, 22:44:56</strong>
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				<strong>Prisoner: Kate Bartlett<br>Prisoner Processing Facility</strong><br><br>Kate’s shoulders had ached... more than ached. She’d had no idea of how long the journey had been - too long to keep track - but it hadn’t taken long for her shoulder muscles to begin to complain. Every now and then she had adjusted her position; tried to take the pressure off her shoulders and only succeeded in transferring the pain to her wrists, as the metal shackles chafed and began to scratch the skin. For the most part, she had stood with her eyes closed. There was nothing to see. Throughout most of the transfer her mind had drifted, wondering how on earth she was going to survive this. But then of course she wasn’t going to survive it. She was here forever unless the rumours about ‘transfers’ were more than that. No-one wanted her to survive and there was no purpose in surviving. Surviving one day simply led to another day of the same nightmare. It was genuinely a nightmare from which there was no escape. ‘Wasn’t that a tag-line in a movie?’ she mindlessly thought to herself. Hardly important. No escape except... except death! But she wasn’t the kind of person who would give up because everything looked hopeless.&nbsp; <br><br>But this wasn’t supposed to happen. This wasn’t supposed to be her life. This kind of thing happened to other people, to people who employed her to try and prevent it happening to them. She had been relatively successful too, losing count of how many people she had helped legitimately avoid the state’s... and Gen-Tech’s... vicious inhuman grip. Sure, some of them – although by no means all – may have committed some fairly hideous crimes, but nothing justified the correctional punishment that was now commonplace. But then that was the problem wasn’t it? She’d been too clever, too smart; she’d been too arrogant and this is where it led her. <br><br>She had been taken by surprise when the sub had started to dock, falling forward a little and the shackles had cut deeper into her wrists; the red raw marks were still clearly evident. She had stiffled a groan, lest anyone accuse her of speakiing, as she found her balance and acclimatized to the deceleration of the sub.&nbsp; After docking, it hadn’t taken long before the hatch had been opened and they had gotten their first look at the sterile facility which was now ‘home’. She had expected to be unshackled at that point but instead the overhead track had begun to move, taking her attached wrists with it and she, along with the other prisoners, had had no choice but to walk. Any notion that she was anything other than “the property of the Gen-Tech Corporation” was firmly removed as she had been stripped and ‘processed’ through a series of machines and scanners. The guards had taken no more notice of them than if they had been carcasses of meat. It was clearly a routine. There had been no conversation of any kind. No passing comments; not even discussion between them. But for the relatively smooth operation of the motors in the over-head track and the scanners, the only thing which broke the silence had been the groans and the squeals as first something was injected into the back of their necks and then, a few minutes later, they had each experienced the blinding electronically induced pain somewhere deep in their heads. The incredible pleasure of her shoulders being released was almost as good as the pain was bad... almost. She dressed quickly and, like everyone else, quietly.&nbsp; When she saw the guard approaching again with the hadncuffs, she couldn't help but look up. She was relieved that there was nothing above her to which the cuffs could be reattached, and she actually sighed with relief when her wrists were merely secured in front of her. And now, like everyone else, she waited. Something told her that the experiences she had gone through in the last 12 hours were to be nothing compared to what was coming. That was the extent of her rational thought at that moment. Of course Kate was scared. Who wouldn't be? But the fear did not incapacitate her or deprive her of the ability to think straight. What scared her most perhaps was the idea that thinking had no place here; it possibly wasn't what was going to keep her alive and it might even get her killed. But the only thing to do right now was wait. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Fortress</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>12-01-2010, 00:04:06</strong>
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				<strong>Guard: Anzhelika Nikolaev<br>Prisoner Processing Facility</strong><br><br><br>Grunting and sighing Anzhelika got to her feet as she got the message on her screen about the submarine close to arrival. Six new inmates and the doctor. She was relatively new in <em>Mining &amp; Detention Facility #4</em> but knew enough to know that whatever happened here was nothing compared to the appaling situation in the Alkalyk prison where she worked before. She had seen a guard use the computers on their arms to 'control' prisoners and she even saw one be killed. That power felt good. One button on her wrist could end the life of those prisoners. The fact was that most of the prisoners knew this and those who didn't were quick learners so the chances of her actually using it were slim. <br><br>She had prepared the cells according to the warden's instructions and when everything was set for the prisoners she had gone back to her private quarters to relax a bit. The facility was almost empty and one guard on duty was more than enough. Anzhelika was never a girl who followed all the orders given to her. It was a rule for female guards to wear their hair tied up so that the prisoners could not pull it but Anzhy always wore her long blond hair loose over her shoulder. On her last trip to the surface she had died some locks in a light pink and yellow for the simple reason she wanted to look good for herself. With the pay she was getting here, she could resign in another five years and find a normal prison to work in or maybe more. <br><br>The new batch of prisoners looked young and the girls all looked like they could have been on the cover of Playboy. Not that she minded though. She was bisexual and had more than once used a prisoner for her own pleasure. It wasn't officially allowed but the warden knew the guards needed some way of stress relief.<br><br>As she saw her colleagues cut away the clothes she walked the route the prisoners had to walk from their reception room to their cells to make sure everything was as it should be. A smile formed when she saw the girls enter the room where some guards had already gathered to welcome the new prisoners. Unlike the whistle some of the males made, Anzhelika just leaned against the wall leaning on one foot and observed the girls from her corner. They didn't look very tough. Two blondes, two brunettes, wearing their prison clothes. No doubt they were tough on the surface to have deserved this punishment, in here, she would have them eat from her hand in no time. <br><br>One of the brunettes looked older than the others and she was a little taller too. The other three looked too young to even be adults. None of this was any of her concerns when she looked outside to the corridor she saw the doctor pass and nodded to him.<br><br>Anzhelika knew what was going on in this facility. The prisoners were used to experiment on and she knew where that happened and by who but she had never been witness to one of those experiments. Maybe if she could seduce Doctor Dodd, or Doctor Dead, to try and gain access once. All plans for later Right now she kept looking at the prisoners while waiting for the warden to arrive and hold her welcome speech.
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				Post by: <strong>Chaos</strong> on <strong>12-01-2010, 01:46:52</strong>
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				<strong>Prisoner Theresa Anderson<br>Prisoner Processing Facility</strong><br><br><em>"You are now the property of the Gen-Tech Corporation."</em><br><br>Terri's shoulders screamed in pain, as she hung from the overhead shackles. Each step was another agony as the guards herded her, and the the other inmates, out of the sub and into the facility. A recording reminded them of their place as they shuffled slowly forward - they were property, now, of a corporation. She wasn't sure what that meant, but it didn't sound good. She shuffled as best she could in the shackles, hating every step into captivity. But what could she do? Ever since the police had grabbed hold of her and hauled her off, she had been sure some way out would present itself. Some chance to escape; a lenient judge, like the last time, or a corrupt one who was interested in something she could give. Something. Now, only now, it started to sink in that this might actually be her lot.<br><br><em>"You will obey all officer instructions."</em><br><br>So when a guard approached with a knife, Terri almost lost it. She hated, more than anything, the helplessness as the man reached for her, supremely disinterested it seemed. To her relief, he did no more than slice the clothes from her body; humiliating as that was, she had feared worse. That came, though, when she was bent over and something stabbed into her neck. An icy feeling flooded her shoulders and neck then, as the restraint system was injected. She kept her eyes clear of tears with an effort, and turned her cry into a snarl. If there was one thing she didn't want, here and now, it was to appear weak like the prisoners who whimpered and cried beside her. If she was trapped here, with them, she couldn't be the weakest; and if she could be strong, maybe it wouldn't be so bad...?<br><br><em>"Any act of disobedience will result in punishment"</em><br><br>She had no idea if she had succeeded.<br><br>Once the implants were tested, of course, she could not hide her pain - the burning, blinding agony was terrible and she whimpered in fear even when it was done. THAT pain was in the hands of all the guards here? That was what they would use to enforce discipline? She had expected beatings, she was, if not used to them, at least familiar with that pain. But this, at the touch of a button? She felt so helpless, all over again.<br><br>Trembling a little, she dressed in the simple uniform provided, and walked into the small room they were directed to. Her eyes flicked around, trying to get her bearings, as she awaited the Warden's 'welcome' speech.
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				Post by: <strong>Misery</strong> on <strong>12-01-2010, 02:05:16</strong>
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				<strong>Guard: Aleks Popov</strong><br><strong>Prisoner Processing Facility</strong><br><br>Aleks received the message late that the sub was only minutes from docking.&nbsp; Cursing he throws on his uniform shirt and does a quick check in the mirror to ensure his uniform every crease is aligned and tucked as appropriate.&nbsp; He already hates processing days.&nbsp; It is not bad enough he has to spend the energy to break in the new prisoners who all think they should not be her, but then to have to do it on his day off.&nbsp; Maybe if he is lucky they can get this done quickly and he can get back to enjoying his day off.<br><br>Sprinting through the corridors,&nbsp; he finally arrives just as the new prisoners being unloaded.&nbsp; He immediately notices that Anzhelika is already looking over the new prisoners like a vulture over a piece of meat.&nbsp; He should have known she would be here first to check out the new prisoners.&nbsp; All the guards know that rules can be bent from time to time, and after all a man needs a woman’s touch from time to time.&nbsp; &nbsp;At least Anzhelkia could have gave him a heads up the sub was here already so he did not look the fool running through the corridors.&nbsp; He made a mental note to say something to her later.<br><br>Walking through the processing area he barely gives the prisoners a second glance as they are being processed.&nbsp; The faint cries and whimpers no longer faze him beyond occasionally disturbing his thoughts.&nbsp; As the last of the prisoners exited the sub he thought the courts must be getting lax to only have six prisoners this time.&nbsp; Seems almost a waste of effort to ship so few down here, of course it could be the company needs some new flesh to test on.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>His eyes catch the lead researcher Dodd, he gives him a slight nod of respect as he leaves the processing area.&nbsp; If anyone gives him the creeps it would be him.&nbsp; From what he can tell he is one cold hearted bastard.&nbsp; He heard rumors float around the guards that he enjoys the research he performs on the prisoners.&nbsp; <br><br>Not wishing to pursue any further thoughts on Dodd he looks around noticing that all the prisoners have been processed.&nbsp; He quickly finished putting handcuffs on the remaining prisoners to await the welcome lecture from the warden. He stood there patiently wishing she would hurry up so he could get back to enjoying his day off.&nbsp; <br><br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>RubySlippers</strong> on <strong>12-01-2010, 09:22:29</strong>
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				<strong>Warden Taylor<br>Prisoner Processing Facility</strong><br><br>Waiting at the final room is the Warden to give her normal speech and dress down the prisoners. One caught her eye ,Ella, as she watched them get processed. One is psychotic she will need watching and the gang member should not be to much trouble she hoped. The men seemed decent enough for criminals.<br><br>Beyond the door is the prisions final intake area a shower room she had it segregated for men and women, the last decency they will expect here and she wants the women alone, its her little own abuse of authority to see each woman gets inducted personally who she likes.&nbsp; A corpse can fetch $250,000 for medical use. If any were unfit they would have already been taken care of that way but all were healthy so can now work themselves to earn the company a nice profit.<br><br>The Warden is wearining a nice dress-suit something she can get out of easily enough and each prisoner is directed to a seat by some person, not a member of the staff they look to be a special status prisoner. Around the Warden is a broad yellow and inside still red painted zones on the floor the prisoners are on the unpainted area. Theone prisoner who is there avoids that area intentionally itsclearly ingrained to do that by something.
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				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>12-01-2010, 10:58:52</strong>
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				<strong> Amelia Lighfoot Prisoner Processing Facility</strong><br><br>Amelia was quiet through the whole journey on the submarine; she sat as much as she was able in a very proper and upright position there was a slight smile on her face though her eyes were cold. The young woman almost seemed amused at the constant repartition of the words, a little like mass perhaps. However after the second cycle of this dross Amelia then played her own game….<br><br>The young woman studied each prisoner that was with her and worked out a most beautiful and fitting demise. Of course it would be easier if she was aware of there crimes, still she could be creative…after all. Thus the flaxen haired young woman was very quite, and merely amused herself at the discomfort of the others, surely they should learn some self control. <br><br>She was completely calm throughout the whole process, the slight smile remaining on her face, for all the time she was performing her duty on each of the subjects that came into her line of sight. Amelia appeared to be no trouble, she neither cried nor screamed, and she did not struggle or complain about her new uniform or the implant because she had far more important things on her mind…continuing her work as well as continuing that of the Company.<br><br>The girl was so calm it was almost frightening,, Amelia was so polite&nbsp; and did not appear to flinch at anything. For in her mind there was the most beautiful pattern of the ‘Blood Eagle’. That crime had not been on her list so perhaps it was time to do it again…along with continuing work of course.&nbsp; <br>
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				Post by: <strong>Zorak</strong> on <strong>12-01-2010, 13:58:30</strong>
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				<strong> Scientist, Carl Dodd </strong><br><strong> Carl's Personal Suite </strong><br><hr><br>Carl sighed... He was tired, but at least the nausea had subsided.&nbsp; He unlocked the door to his private quarters, and stepped inside.&nbsp; Just beyond the door, a white touch-screen was blinking the word "MESSAGES".&nbsp; The touch-screens were located throughout the employee's area of the Fortress, and served as an intercom and messaging system.&nbsp; They couldn't be used to contact the outside world though, with the exception of the Warden's and to a degree, his own.&nbsp; Although the Warden could talk to anyone she wanted anytime she wanted, his "outside access" was limited to his father.<br><br>He touched the panel, and provided his fingerprint to authorize it.&nbsp; It flashed up "HARD-COPY ONLY" and a piece of paper began to emerge from a slot below.&nbsp; When it had completed printing, he took it, and walked with it into his bedroom.&nbsp; He flopped down on the bed, and glanced at the pages.&nbsp; The first one was correspondence from his father, and the second appeared to be a dossier.&nbsp; It bore a photograph of face he recognized - one of the prisoners that he'd just watched being processed.&nbsp; He frowned, and turned back to the first page and reluctantly, read the message his father's message.<br><br>The prisoner in question, one Kate Bartlett, was apparently a lawyer employed by Sinclair Components.&nbsp; That was very odd.&nbsp; A huge amount of money must have changed hands in order for her to have been sent here, to a Gen-Tech facility.&nbsp; He wondered if Sinclair had any idea she was here.&nbsp; His father's instructions made it very clear - her presence here was no accident.&nbsp; Gen-Tech wanted information.&nbsp; A corporate lawyer, regardless of her particular focus, was always informed of certain legal matters the company was involved in - that included patent filings and, more to Gen-Tech's interest, what kinds of drugs and products they were sending to the Health Directorate for approval.&nbsp; Dad wanted to know what the competition was up to.<br><br>Carl sighed again.&nbsp; Interrogations weren't his specialty.&nbsp; He was never much interested in what the prisoners had to say, but more how their bodies responded to what he was doing, or giving them.&nbsp; Conveniently, there was no specific time-limit mentioned in the message, just "get it done", so he had some time.&nbsp; It wasn't open-ended though, dad would expect results, and if he didn't have something in a few weeks he was going to get another message...<br><br>He tossed both papers on the nightstand, and dimmed the lights.&nbsp; It was going to be a long day, and he needed a nap before he could think straight about exactly what he needed to do to make sure his father was happy.&nbsp; As long as he kept dad happy, dad stayed out of his affairs and and let him do what he wanted.&nbsp; He needed to keep it that way...
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Fortress</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>auroraChloe</strong> on <strong>12-01-2010, 15:03:06</strong>
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				<strong>Prisoner, Ella Thompson<br>Prisoner Processing Facility</strong><br><br><br><br>Three strikes meant her life was no longer her own.&nbsp; Ella was stood in line dazed still from the speedy trial and sentencing.&nbsp; They'd found a small handgun among all the pot and pills in her car.&nbsp; Denial got her no where because she still couldn't believe Rich would set her up as they tried to convince her.&nbsp; It wasn't until they were taking her away from the court room a uniformed man at each elbow when she heard his voice calling, "I'm sorry! Ella Ella! I'm sorry!"&nbsp; She barely managed to crane her neck around to see him being held back by court officers and the look on his face said enough and her heart broke right in her chest.&nbsp; Rich may not of intentionally set her up but all those drugs were his.&nbsp; God, how could she have been so blind.<br><br>She'd seen her family in the courtroom; her mother crying, her brothers helpless in their anger, and her father stoic with his arm around his grieving wife.&nbsp; They knew it was going to be bad for their little girl, it always was these days.&nbsp; The man only allowed himself a glance at the girl before turning his eyes to stare blindly ahead.&nbsp; Ella saw him though, for the first time since she moved in with a man ten years her senior, and before they pulled her through the door to a grim future she called out to him, "Daddy!" <br><br>As this replayed in her mind, she was heedless of the blood leaving her fingers.&nbsp; Eyes on the back of some woman's head seeing her father instead, holding her mother tight to his side as a tear slipped down over a cheek.&nbsp; Ella felt a tear on her own cheek, a silent slip of wetness before a sudden movement over head nearly pulled her off her feet.&nbsp; A soft gasp and stumble before she righted herself and followed along the motorized track, moving through the intake process with wide eyes.&nbsp; The repeating recording chilled her.&nbsp; Gen-Tech, well known but mysterious;&nbsp; her life was theirs now. <br><br>The cutting off of her clothes drew a whimper, exposing her soft curves.&nbsp; Rich had called her his lush lover, sometimes his plush pet.&nbsp; It was sexy when he whispered it, his hands moving over body making her squirm and sigh.&nbsp; She wasn't feeling so sexy at the moment, not at all.&nbsp; Her only protest as the track pulled her along the intake stations, was a deep blush and sucking in of air as warm flesh met cold table.&nbsp; Unable to pull away to relieve the shock, Ella bit her lip the soft whirring of moving parts barely a warning to what was next.&nbsp; As the needle pressed into her neck, she struggled.&nbsp; Lucky for her the bindings held her frozen in place, and she cried out working up to a scream... and it was over.&nbsp; The girl shuffled along, swallowing hard as the thing was explained, then another cry as pain shot across her brain.<br><br>Ella was only too happy to put on the ugly gray garb, the guards and intake personnel though relatively silent had eyes and hands that made her skin crawl.&nbsp; Finally, emotionally exhausted, she was able to sit.&nbsp; Holding her 'belongings' on her lap she had more freedom to look around at the others, seeing them really for the first time.&nbsp; Swallowing hard again - what she wouldn't do for a glass of water - she turned her gaze to the dais to see a woman, well dressed with a look of authority.&nbsp; She must be someone important.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Fortress</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RubySlippers</strong> on <strong>12-01-2010, 20:14:45</strong>
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				<strong>Warden Taylor<br>Inmate Processing Facility</strong><br><br>Seeing Ella made her a bit excited a girl-next-door and fresh inmate appeals to her and she looked her over like a man would, as a likely fuck toy. When she sees the inmate with the gang tattooes she says a device implanted into her neck and inner ear sending it to the processing computer. "Remove that ones gang tattoo, today if possible and the medical research division has claim to that inmate see she is transfered and job evaluations for all inmates. Place in Level I employment for now in the prison. All sitting inmates pain setting one until they stand - engage.,"the woman says in a simple manner.<br><br>Pain rips through each sitting inmate. "No sitting until your given permission, I'm Warden Taylor your lives are no longer your own your lifers and this wonderful facility is your new home and the only way out is cremated in a small box for burial at sea. <br><br>Now there are three things you need to know your value is based on your work and costs compared to your work, right now you will get house jobs cleaning floors or other tasks and are minimum employment here. Later after testing and you prove your assimilating to the prison properly you can get work for outside companies, with that you have more value. If you get sick and it ends up your to costly to maintain we can execute you, your body will be harvested to sell for money to medical companies and the waste cremated and buried at sea. If you are proven trustworthy you may become steward prisoners and have extra rights such as the inmate here in the blue uniform.<br><br>Second your bodies are not your own any guard or staff can use you, refusal is not permissable and you will be punished. Any inmate in a blue uniform also cannot be refused. If your a woman and have a child the child will be sold for money to people who are worth something to society at large. Anyone caught fornicating wiothout permission that is a privilege will be punished save the former groups. Rape as punishment is legitimate and men can be chosen to rape other inmates.<br><br>Lastly you will see lines on the floor yellow activates the pain devices at level three out of five, those sitting and got the pain shock that was level one. You enter the red area or pass it the setting hit level five and stays on until you die, that can take any amount of time from one day to two weeks depending on how strong you are. The devices can be activated anywhere in the prison or up to five hundred miles away. You escape we will set them to level five and leave them on. They are now wiring into your spinal column and brain using nanitesin 24 hours only the company staff can remove them.<br><br>Now you may sit, food and water will be provided and you may rest. You will have a video to watch about the prison and its facilitiesand various privileges you can earn.," imates get cold water, protein bars (soylent green sort of food) and can sit. The Warden leaves. The video covers the common areas, companies contracted here mostly machining and some telecommunications work like customer service, facilities from the kitchen noting the food meets standards for nutrition and is hot, rec area, library, classrooms mostly for job training and the religious center run by inmates. The medical services are basic a small clinic, nurses and a doctor approved by the company. Steward prisoners get their own room with some frills from continental breakfasts and real coffee, to vending machines that takes prison credit that have not just food but grooming and frills like videos played at the in room large screen tv. The Warden set this up to give prisoners something to work for but its clear its vital to get a real job to get medical care and perks.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Fortress</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katy1008</strong> on <strong>12-01-2010, 23:21:52</strong>
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				<strong>Kate Bartlett<br>Inmate Processing Facility</strong><br><br>Kate had been staring at a spot on the floor a few feet in front of her but not really seeing anything. She was consciously trying to stop her brain from thinking through the 'what if's' and'what next.' There was nothing she could do to prevent whatever it was that was going to happen in the next few minutes or perhaps hours. It was clear that the processing of newly arrived prisoners was a well rehearse routine. So 'just deal with the moment' she told herself. 'Don't try and work out how you're going to deal with things that might never happen.'<br><br>It was the sharp short scream of one of the prisoners next to her and another further down the line which brought Kate out of her mental reflection. The prisoners had screamed and certainly the girl next to her had jumped quickly to her feet. Kate looked at the girl; she was maybe 20ish. She looked like she was in a state of semi-shock, dazed from what the processing had entailed. Kate wondered whether they all looked like that; it would have been more than understandable. And then she realized someone was talking. <br><br>Kate turned her head to the source of the speech. It was a woman, maybe a little older and a little taller than Kate and the suit she was wearing was top of the line. There were plenty of high priced attorney's Kate knew who would have worn a suit like that as a symbol of their status and, more importantly, of the fees they charged. Her stance and bearing made it clear to everyone who cared to notice that she was someone in control... of everything. Then Kate kicked herself mentally; she hadn't been listening. 'What had she said first?' When she did finally start to appreciate the words being spoken, the woman stood in front of the small group was outlining the work opportunities... your output assessed against your costs... that was not particularly surprising. What came next however was... illness plus cost equals death? A voice in Kate's head was already making the legal arguments against that proposterous situation. But when the woman started on her second point, the voice was silenced as the words began to sink in. Kate blinked as little faster, her jaw dropped just as little and a look of complete incredulity appeared across her face. She swallowed hard. The shock was fortunately enough to keep Kate's instinct for legal argument completely at bay. She quite literally could not find the words and it had been a long time since something had done that to her. At that moment in time however it might very well have saved her life. The work that she did both professionally and as a volunteer had given her access to rumours, some stronger than others, about what happened at correctional facilities, but nothing she had ever heard had come close to this. <br><br>And then the reality of what had been said hit her. She swallowed hard again. The notion that she was 'now the property of the Gen-Tech Corporation' took on new meaning. Kate struggled to take in much of the woman's third point. Yellow - pain. Red - death, eventually.&nbsp; <br><br>She was conscious of being seated, although couldn't remember making the decision to sit down; she was conscious of a video being played but again was talking very little of its content in. She drink and ate... but more as an automated response and she certainly wasn't aware of tasting it. She couldn't help but wonder how many previous inmates had taken the 'red' option.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Fortress</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Misery</strong> on <strong>13-01-2010, 05:18:59</strong>
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				<strong>Guard: Aleks Popov </strong><br><strong>Prisoner Processing Facility </strong><br><br>Stifling a yawn as the warden drones on with the usual scare the shit out of the prisoners speech.&nbsp; The only positive from having to stand here and listen to it for the hundredth time was the look on the female prisoners faces as there bodies no longer belong to them.&nbsp; That had to be his favorite part.&nbsp; He has seen it all in their faces, shock, denial, anger and a myriad of other emotions swim unknowingly across their faces.&nbsp; &nbsp;Now was the best time to see who will likely be problem prisoners and who will be manageable.&nbsp; Those that show no emotion during this initial processing will likely be ones he will need to pay close attention to while on watch.&nbsp; Nothing ever happens during his patrol and nothing will that he will make sure of.&nbsp; <br><br>His eyes carefully scan the prisoners and one prisoner quickly stands out from the rest.&nbsp; She is calm and poised when she should be trembling and scared.&nbsp; His lip curls knowing that he will need to watch her very close.&nbsp; There was no look of shock, no denial in her features.&nbsp; He considered himself an expert at reading people.&nbsp; Even the most minute facial reactions he would pick up on.&nbsp; He adds a second note to remind himself look up her name later.&nbsp; His list of things to do was growing entirely too fast for a day off.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>As the video flashes on there is not stifling a yawn this time.&nbsp; He walks to the back of the room and takes a seat until the video has run its course.&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Fortress</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>13-01-2010, 12:36:59</strong>
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				<strong>Amelia Lightfoot, Processing Facility</strong><br><br>Amelia had not sat down, there had been no need to do it, she remained standing, after all she still had manners and had not been asked to sit. A slight almost imperceptible smile passed over her soft lips as she watched some of the women suffer pain. This was a most interesting and amusing place.<br><br>The woman that was giving the lecture was the most amusing of them all, she was trying so hard to pull authority and bring fear into the already frightened. Yes she was an interesting creature though, Amelia wondered if she was perhaps not trying to make up for something very lacking in her own life. Still the killer was not a psychologist, so did not delve too deeply into these thoughts as the speech continued. Instead she wondered which way would be most appropriate to kill this one, should the chance arise of course…<br><br>Thus when it was suggested she might sit Amelia did, she sat in a most demure and refined manner, after all even in prison one must not let standards slip, that would be a crime…<br><br>The girl took her drink and her food and half watched the video that had been left for them…the religious centre and of course the library interested Amelia. She also considered that she might be of help in the medical area. Still there was so much to achieve here before she left.<br><br>As always Amelia was quiet, polite and just too calm. By now half the inmates and guards had suffered most creative and artistic deaths in her mind. These would improve once she got to know them. The girl hummed to herself in a most delightful manner. Of course it was not really loud enough to upset anyone around her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Fortress</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zorak</strong> on <strong>13-01-2010, 15:37:25</strong>
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				<strong> Scientist , Carl Dodd </strong><br><strong> Carl's Personal Suite </strong><br><br>He grumbled.&nbsp; A nap wasn't in the cards, it seemed.&nbsp; Dad had gotten him too wound up.&nbsp; He had absolutely no idea how to deal with this Kate Bartlett issue.&nbsp; If Sinclair found out where she was, it could be bad - and if, for some reason, they had to give her up there would be repercussions if she were too badly damaged.&nbsp; That took a lot of power out of his hands.&nbsp; It was also possible that Sinclair would never find out, and the woman would be here for a long time.&nbsp; It would have made things a lot easier if he'd known more about the circumstances - but asking his father about it was out of the question.&nbsp; Dad told him what he wanted to tell him, and that was all.&nbsp; He'd learned a long time ago not to question, just do.&nbsp; Questioning Dad meant getting him annoyed, and getting Dad annoyed meant more stress.&nbsp; Stress, he had more than enough of.&nbsp; Luckily, the Fortress provided him with ample means to relieve that stress...<br><br>He sighed again, then dragged himself off the bed.&nbsp; Best get started as soon as he could.<br><br>Walking to the touchscreen, he inquired as to the locations the Warden had assigned the new prisoners.&nbsp; It was likely that, by now, they'd finished their intake and the guards had taken them to cells, or at least, were getting to the point of doing that.<br><br>The screen gave up the requested information - names, cell assignments, and mugshots.<br><br>Amderson, Theresa&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;: CD-17<br>Bartlett, Kate&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;: CD-08<br>Lightfoot, Amelia&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;: CD-08<br>Thompson, Ella&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; : CD-17<br><br>She'd put the new inmates almost across from each other.&nbsp; An odd choice given the fact that at least a quarter of the cells in block CD were empty at the moment.&nbsp; But who was he to question - or care.<br><br>He changed his clothes then, putting on what he typically wore now that he was "home".&nbsp; A pair of clean jeans and black work boots, a knit shirt, and a white lab coat over top.&nbsp; He clipped his ID to the lab coat, and made his way back towards the cell blocks.&nbsp; If he was lucky, he might be able to catch the guards before the prisoners were put in their cells and have Ms. Bartlett "rerouted"...<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Fortress</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>auroraChloe</strong> on <strong>13-01-2010, 16:26:17</strong>
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				<strong>Prisoner, Ella Thompson<br>Prisoner Processing Facility</strong><br><br>The young woman grew uncomfortable as the blond woman's gaze traveled over her.&nbsp; A few of Rich's friends had looked at her like that on the rare occassion they had a house party but this situation was a quite a bit different and a shiver crawled up Ella's spine.&nbsp; &nbsp;She must be someone important...&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Drawing in a sharp breath as that thought was pushed aside by another rush of pain across her brain.&nbsp; A shakey sigh of relief escaped when standing as directed alleviated the pain immediately.&nbsp; <br>&nbsp;<br>Warden Taylor.&nbsp; As the woman spoke, Ella's eyes grew even larger in her pale face though she knew enough to keep her mouth shut.&nbsp; This couldn't be right.. legal even; Gen-Tech must have rules to abide, standards, something.&nbsp; She looked at the guards standing around in a relaxed attention, seemingly emotionless, but she saw the subtle turn up at the corner of several mouths; they were enjoying this.&nbsp; Weren't they prisoners here too?&nbsp; Unable to leave for weeks or months at a time.&nbsp; Ella wondered what that did to a person, wondered if she would one day be happy at someone else's pain and fear.<br>&nbsp;<br>Finally sitting, grateful the pain didn't return, she clutched at her 'personal belongings'.&nbsp; The group was silent as she forced herself to nibbled on the bar of food.&nbsp; It stuck, a pasty lump in her throat, until she drank enough water to push it down.&nbsp; Ella wished she was home.&nbsp; Not with Rich, her first and only lover for the past two years, no that had obviously been an error in judgement, but with her family.&nbsp; She closed her eyes and thought of tapping her heels together, three times.&nbsp; Wasn't that how it worked?&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Fortress</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>13-01-2010, 23:45:17</strong>
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				<strong>Guard: Anzhelika Nikolaev<br>Prisoner Processing Facility</strong><br><br><br>When the video was over and the warden had left the room, Anzhelika stood up and took a paper from a table.<br><br>"When I call your name you stand up and walk to mister Popov over there," she said and pointed over to Aleks with a big smile on her face.<br>"He will be your tourguide for today and he will show you to your... accomodations when he is finished the tour."<br><br>She then looked back to the prisoners. The girls where hers and the male prisoners were... somebody else's. She couldn't care less.<br>"So girls, are you ready to find out who your new roomie will be?" Anzhelika was enjoying this part. She loved the power and one day, she hoped to be warden herself. This place would be much better off with her as warden but on the other hand she didn't want to give up her role as a guard.<br><br>"Bartlett, Kate," she spoke the name almost like a number and waited for a reaction in the room. When that came she smiled and gestured her to Aleks.<br>"And the other name, Lightfoot, Amelia. Block CD, cell 08 Aleks. Show them around."<br><br>The blonde guard looked around in the room and hoped the only two remaining girls were smart enough to understand they would be a couple as well from now on. <br>"You're with me girls. Move to door and give eachother a hand while we take the tour."<br><br>She walked to the door and waited for Aleks and his girls to leave and for her two girls to follow their first spoken orders in The Fortress.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Fortress</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Misery</strong> on <strong>14-01-2010, 02:54:54</strong>
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				<strong>Guard: Aleks Popov</strong><br><strong>Prisoner Processing Facility</strong><br><br>Aleks receives a message on his computer strapped to his arm.&nbsp; Looking over the message he grunts.&nbsp; Just as he finishes reading the message he hears Anzhelika mention his name.&nbsp; Standing straighter readying himself for receiving those prisoners that he will need to escort to their new home for the rest of their lives.&nbsp; When Anzhelika mentions that who he will escort his first thought is she did that on purpose.&nbsp; Swearing under his breath he motions for prisoners Kate and Amelia his direction for good measure he yells, "GET OVER HERE!&nbsp; Stand here."&nbsp; &nbsp;He ensures they are both in place before walking over to Anzhelika and whispers in her ear, "Dodd wants Kate, will take the other to her cell first then to Dodd."<br><br>Heading for the doors leading out he announces, "Ladies! this way.&nbsp; I will talk, you will listen.&nbsp; This is not question and answers time."&nbsp; Aleks pushes the 2 women fast through the halls.&nbsp; "As the warden mentioned yellow warning, red your dead."&nbsp; He snickers as he finishes.&nbsp; He never gets tired of that one.&nbsp; "There are doors through this facility that are locked to staff only.&nbsp; I would recommend not even going near them unless you want some attention and I assure you that any of the guards here will be more than willing to provide."&nbsp; Pushing them along he points out the directions to the library, eating area for the prisoners and exercise area.&nbsp; <br><br>Finally, arriving at block CD-08 he announces with a frown, "Ah ladies here we go. Lightfoot you inside and you Bartlett wait. Apparently you have already attracted some one's attention."&nbsp; Closing the door to the cell behind Amelia.&nbsp; With Amelia secured away, he motions for Kate to proceed further down the hall, heading Dodd's direction.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Fortress</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>14-01-2010, 12:44:09</strong>
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				Amelia smiled most politely at both guards, again there was no fear on her face, in fact she appeared to be studying them all, including the other women she licked her lips and complied in a most serene way to any orders. She really did seem amused and almost pleased to be in this place, after all why should it scare her in the slightest. Death held no fear for Amelia, she was almost on the brink of ascending anyway. This place was mearly another test.<br><br>She gave a polite nod of the head to the female and the followed the male, again she walked with grace and refinement, listening to the prattle he was speaking. All he wanted power they all did, but they would learn in time. Already Amelia had seen lust in the female guards eyes, maybe it was a repeat but it was a classic. They surely had meat hooks here. If not the killer could improvise…the question was who would hang with her joined and bleeding like meat.<br><br>Still none of this could be seen on that most serene face.<br><br>She cared little for her room mate and almost relished having the cell to herself as she considered the male guard and what wonderful elightnment she might offer him. She even thanked him politely as he put her in her cell. The problem was she could look right into his eyes and still keep that smile. Amelia Lightfoot was not scared of the man she was also not fearful of this place.<br><br>Once in her cell Amelia took a look about the place and the stood perfectly still waiting for her ‘room mate’ and the guard. However her mind was elsewhere. She truly believed she had been sent to this place for a reason. And that appeared to be punishment…Their punishment.<br><br>Yet this was something that would take time…for now Amelia could be most helpful and of course well mannered.&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Fortress</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zorak</strong> on <strong>14-01-2010, 15:25:10</strong>
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				<strong> Scientist, Carl Dodd </strong><br><strong> Prisoner Processing Facility </strong><br><br>Carl grumbled.&nbsp; He'd arrived back at the processing facility, but apparently too late.&nbsp; The guards had already left with the prisoners.&nbsp; An attendant was straightening a few things up, and completing paperwork.&nbsp; Bartlett, it appeared, had been taken by Popov to her assigned cell.&nbsp; Walking up to one of the panels on the wall, he authenticated and sent a message out to Popov... <strong> :: Take Bartlett to my personal quarters.&nbsp; You are cleared for a onetime entry.&nbsp; Put her INSIDE, then stand guard OUTSIDE at the door.&nbsp; I will be there shortly. :: </strong><br><br>He sighed again - that was becoming a pattern today, as he began walking back to his quarters again.&nbsp; It felt like it was the fiftieth time he'd walked this way in the last couple of hours.&nbsp; No matter.&nbsp; But he needed something to help him focus, so instead of heading directly back, he detoured and went to the commissary - Coffee... that's what he needed... and he didn't feel like brewing it himself.&nbsp; <br><br>The girl could wait and stew for a while - probably spending her time poking through his stuff, and Popov had nothing else better to do.&nbsp; He wasn't concerned about her finding anything, of course.&nbsp; If there was one thing he'd learned from Dad, it was to keep important things under a very secure lock &amp; key.&nbsp; So he took his time, poured himself a cup of the standard witches-brew-special, splashed in a bit of Bourbon from the flask he carried in his pocket, and sat down for a few minutes.&nbsp; If he had to walk BACK to the processing facility one more time, he was gonna have to take it out on someone...&nbsp; Maybe he'd have Marissa killed - the dammed bitch was always giving him trouble anyway - would Dad really be <em>THAT</em> mad if he offed her?
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Fortress</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katy1008</strong> on <strong>14-01-2010, 17:50:52</strong>
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				<strong>Prisoner Kate Bartlett<br>Prisoner Processing Facility</strong><br><br>The new voice got Kate's attention; different to the one on the video, different to the Warden's.<br>The woman who was talking now was perhaps a little taller than Kate and she looked strong physically, but what struck Kate most was the fact that she was plainly someone who enjoyed her job. It wasn't just the smile on her face and the obvious sarcasm in her voice in referring to the 'tour' and the 'accommodations' as if they had arrived for some kind of holiday. There was something about her whole demeanor. And it unnerved Kate.<br><br>Kate's stomach turned when she heard her name called. She hesitated for a moment, and somewhere in her mind she heard that damned recording which had been playing in the sub. "You will obey all officer instructions." Then recognizing that the woman was waiting for her, she stood up slowly, straightening her dress out of habit more than anything else, and looked across to where 'Mr. Popov' was standing. Her gaze drifted back to the female - Kate presumed she was also a guard in the facility - and she saw her gesturing her over to where he was stood. Kate swallowed hard and then began to make her way across the room. She tried to keep her head up, her back straight, walking purposefully although by no means quickly. She couldn't help but flinch a little as he shouted and without having to think about it, her pace quickened, moving her to the spot to which he was pointing. 'Mr Popov' had to be over 6ft she thought . She hadn't really noticed him come into the room; hadn't really noticed him when the Warden had been speaking. How could she not notice him? He looked so... solid. That was the word that eventually came to mind. Solid in body and character. He looked like a man in control of both himself and his surroundings. He was stood almost as if he had come to attention but his shout had been what you might expect from a pissed off Sergant Major. A cartoon image came into her head: the bad guy who could be punched by the good guy without even flinching, the punch only causing injury to the hand of the person doing the punching.<br><br>She was aware of being joined by another prisoner, and as she took her place next to Kate, Popov walked over to the female guard and they had some conversation which Kate couldn't hear. Kate glanced quickly at the woman now stood next to her. Was she smiling? She certainly didn't appear to be in any distress in regard to the circumstances in which they now found themselves. She looked... Kate glanced across to the female guard and then back to the woman stood next to her... How could they both be 'enjoying' themselves?<br><br>Before her thoughts could move on, Popov was back. Kate's body stiffened again as he approached. What came next merely reinforced her initial view of him. Solid. In control. He made it clear that he was not there to engage in a conversation and as both she and her cell-mate were periodically pushed and ushered along one corridor after another, through one door or gate after another, Popov was the only one doing the talking. It was clear that his tour was purely functional and the most the woman got to do was look in one direction or another. <br><br>Kate was relieved when they finally came to a stop. At least the shoves in the back would be done with. Her relief was short lived when she saw their... accommodation.&nbsp; White walls. Grey floor. Two bunks, one above the other, a toilet and sink, a desk... if you could call it that... attached to one wall, and a single stool. But Kate didn't really have the time to really 'appreciate' that this was home for ... ever from this moment on, before Popov was speaking again. Kate's stomach lurched as he told her that she had already 'attracted some attention'. Her mind started to race.<br><br>"What do you mean? I haven't done anything. Who's attention?" <br><br>She watched as Popov closed the cell door and then indicated the direction in which he expected her to move. He gave little recognition that he had heard her. Kate started to walk, but kept looking back as Popov fell into step behind her. <br><br>"Where are we going? I haven't done anything."<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Fortress</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>auroraChloe</strong> on <strong>14-01-2010, 19:11:30</strong>
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				<strong>Prisoner, Ella Thompson<br>Prisoner Processing Facility</strong><br><br>Ella stirred when the video was over hoping she didn't miss anything important in her grasping fantasy of home.&nbsp; &nbsp;With a sad sigh she remembered the three strikes and life sentence that made her the property of Gen-Tech; this place was 'home' now.&nbsp; A shudder rippled through her body and she felt the threatening press of tears sting her eyes.&nbsp; <em>No!&nbsp; No more tears Ella.&nbsp; These people feed off your pain, you know they do.</em>.&nbsp; Instead she swallowed hard, her misery making a squeaking sound as it slid down her throat in a lump.<br>&nbsp;<br>"You're with me girls..." &nbsp; <br><br>For a guard, she was rather colorful, pretty even though Ella was surprised to see the peircings; it seemed Gen-Tech had many lax standards.&nbsp; The other 'girl' prisoner was about her age... maybe.&nbsp; It was hard to tell, but on second glance Ella thought she might be younger even.&nbsp; As the other three disappeard through the doors, there was the breifest of hesitation&nbsp; as Ella stood shooting a glance back through the way they came in, knowing she'd never see this part of the facility again. Holding the towel against her belly and the toothbrush in her free hand, she turned her attention back to the female guard who had spoken - <em>"You will obey all officer instructions."</em> - and took her first steps toward an uncertain future.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Fortress</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>15-01-2010, 00:18:34</strong>
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				<strong>Guard: Anzhelika Nikolaev<br>Prisoner Cellblocks and Facilities</strong><br><br><br>When the girls had walked to her she smiled friendly.<br><br>"I'm Anzhelika, with z.h. I will show you around and tell you where you can or cannot come. So pay attention, it might safe your life. Not that I like to press the button and explode your brains, it's such a terrible mess to clean up, but the warden won't be as mercifull as I am."<br><br>Despite her living in this facility, or maybe thanks to that, her English was still overshadowed with a rather heavy Russian accent. Still smiling she looked at the girls who both looked very young. The warden had obviously thought about this and had been in a good mood when she signed the cells to the girls. <br><br>"Right girls, ready for your first ever order in the Fortress? Are we? Here it comes...... give eachother a hand, don't let go and follow me." <br><br>She giggled in herself as she turned around and started her tour. After a round through all the facilities and the given explanation of what the girls could and could not do when they had time for themselves, Anzhelika finished the tour at their cells.<br><br>"This is block CD and your cell number is 17." <br><br>The door was unlocked and she held it open for her two prisoners. <br><br>"In you go," she said and gently pushed both girls in. <br><br>Then she brought her face close the door and looked at the girls.<br><br>"Listen, this is going to be your home for a long long time. Some guards are assholes, but if you do as I tell you, I promise to make your stay here as comfortable as I can."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Fortress</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Misery</strong> on <strong>15-01-2010, 04:59:32</strong>
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				<strong>Guard: Aleks Popov</strong><br><strong>Prisoner Cellblocks CD-08</strong><br><br>Ignoring her questions he proceeds onward to Dodd's personal quarters. The computer on his arm vibrates indicating a new message.&nbsp; Aleks grabs her arm to stop her, "Hold" is all he says before removing the computer and reading the message.&nbsp; One eye brow arches as he reads the message.&nbsp; <em>Interesting</em>&nbsp; He likes to stay out of the politics of the prison but he did enjoy watching the drama unfold and there was something definitely unfolding here.&nbsp; Deciding that it may be interesting to see what he can dig up he decides to talk just a little with his prisoner.&nbsp; "Let's go"&nbsp; He motions her forward but slows the pace.&nbsp; <br><br>Walking quietly, he finally breaks the silence awkwardly, "So....who did you piss off to get sent to this hell?"&nbsp; he pauses for a minute weighing his next sentence carefully, "You some how have managed to gain the attention of our lead researcher already.&nbsp; Why is that?"&nbsp; He slows their pace even further as they grow nearer to Dodd's personal quarters.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Fortress</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katy1008</strong> on <strong>15-01-2010, 11:06:27</strong>
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				<strong>Prisoner: Kate Bartlett<br>Prisoner Cellblocks CD08</strong><br><br>Kate was taken a little by surprise as Popov grabbed her arm. The grip wasn't painful, but there was enough pressure in it to give her a clear indication that it could become so very quickly if he wanted. She stopped and watched him as he read the message and saw the expression on his face change. 'He doesn't know whats happening here' she thought to herself, but he didn't seem upset or annoyed by that fact, but it told her that there was no point in asking him any more questions. He took hold of her upper&nbsp; arm again as he 'suggested' that they continue walking. <br><br>After a few steps, it was Popov who became the questioner. Was he trying to make 'polite' conversation? Was he being 'nice'? Was this perhaps the first reasonable person she had come across in this God forsaken place? Probably not! But what if he was... what if... She looked at him. He described it as 'hell'. Did he find it hell too? Was he here in some way against his will? Was this a man she could trust? Nothing in his expression or his tone or his gait gave her *anything*. But his pace was slowing. He did want to talk. He did want to take his time in getting to wherever he was taking her. <br><br>"I was set up... " Kate spoke calmly, quietly in response. She expected that the guards here continually heard the claims of the innocence from at least half the population and so he probably wouldn't believe that, but it didn't really matter. "...by *your* employer.&nbsp; So maybe you should ask him! And..." She shook her head a little and a slight smirk appeared on her face, although not because she found the situation amusing. "...I don't know who your lead researcher is, do I?" She cursed herself a little. She hadnt been able to prevent a hint of 'attitude' creeping into the last two words; an attitude which suggested that she thought his question was bloody stupid. But maybe he wouldn't have picked it up. She moved on. "I haven't done anything." They walked a few more paces as Kate wondered if she could get some answers now. No harm in trying... hopefully. "Who is he... or she? What does he... research?" She wasn't entirely sure she wanted to hear the answer.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Fortress</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Misery</strong> on <strong>16-01-2010, 03:58:31</strong>
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				<strong>Guard: Aleks Popov<br>Outside Carl's Personal Suite </strong><br>&nbsp;<br>He laughs at her attempt to show some attitude.&nbsp; "Listen, I really don't give a shit why <em>you</em> are here.&nbsp; As far as I am concerned you deserve this hell.&nbsp; What&nbsp; I am more interested is why the researcher is so interested in you?"&nbsp; &nbsp;Not wishing to delay delivering her any longer he shoves her along at a much faster pace.&nbsp; &nbsp;He ignores her questions for who the researcher is, he is not about to begin answer her questions now.&nbsp; <br><br>Quickly arriving at Carl Dodd's personal quarters he whispers, "You will meet the son of a bitch soon enough."&nbsp; &nbsp;He laughs a light laughter.&nbsp; For all he knew Dodd simply wanted to toy but no harm in putting some fear in her, in fact Dodd might have more fun that way.&nbsp; &nbsp;Scanning his hand the door quickly opens, "In you go."&nbsp; As the door closes he leaves her with one last dark smile and a chuckle.<br><br>He delivers a reply back to Dodd, <strong>::Prisoner delivered.&nbsp; Awaiting further orders::</strong>&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Fortress</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katy1008</strong> on <strong>16-01-2010, 10:28:56</strong>
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				<strong>Prisoner Kate Bartlett<br>Outside Carl's Personal Suite</strong><br><br>Kate stumbled a little as a result of the sudden shove. So much for 'reasonable' she thought to herself. Popov's strides were long and she struggled to keep the pace such that she stayed a little ahead of him, which was clearly where he wanted her to be. His grip tightened around her upper arm as he attempted to hurry her speed but she wasn't about to give him the satisfaction of knowing that he was starting to hurt her even a little. <br><br>"You don't care why Im here, but you think I deserve it? That's ridiculous." <br><br>She hadn't intended to say it out loud and certainly hadn't expected Popov to answer. It was more than clear that any desire he had for conversation had passed and his sole objective was delivery. When they came to a stop, he had pulled her a little closer to him as he had leaned forward and whispered to her. It was close enough for her to feel the warmth of his breath on neck and she felt a shiver run through her - as a result of what he said and how he said. And then there was that laugh!<br><br>The door in front of her slid open, the ''swishing' sound of the pneumatic mechanism echoing a little in the empty corridor. And then she was pushed inside. By the time she had regained her balance and turned around, the door was closing and the last image she had was Popov stood in the outer corridor with a knowing satisfied grin on his face. <br><br>Kate moved to the door, tucking the towel which was now wrapped around the tooth brush under her arm, and using her now free hand to rub her upper arm where she could still feel the effects of Popov's grip. There was no window in the door. It was solid; metalic. There was no handle. Rather there was a small square glass panel just to the left hand side. No buttons or controls on it. She guessed that this was the 'mirror' of the one outside the door which Popov had used to open it. Knowing that it was a completely stupid and pointless action, she laid her had on it. She didn't expect the door to open... and is didn't. She turned around and began to look at where she was.&nbsp; <br><br>It was a white room; walls, ceiling, floor and she was vaguely aware of that fact registering in her mind. But the first thing she really saw was the black bench in the middle of the room. She found herself walking over to it. The bench top itself was about 7-8ft long, slightly padded and covered in a black leather. It was supported by a central solid metal pillar. Looking underneath it, where the pillar joined the bench, it was obvious to see that the bench could move. It could be tilted. Most disconcerting were the metal clips which ran down the side of the bench which she now saw at eye level. She felt her stomach flip. She didn't want to think about those... not now. She shook her head a little, stood up and looked around the rest of the toom. The large lights coming from the ceiling; not the main source of lighting, but additional lights... theatre lights... hospital theatre lights. There were six or seven monitors around the room; some attached to the walls, others hanging on arms from the ceiling. The screens of all of them were black. This was a medical facility. 'I'm not ill' she said to herself. 'Why would someone think I was ill. I shouldn't be here.' She kept scanning around the room. Only one wall had any kind of storage facilities; cabinets attached to the wall at eye level going up towards the ceiling, cabinets on the floor lined up side by side along the wall to create an additional bench surface at about waist height. She walked over. One by one, she tried the cabinet doors... the drawers... everyone of them locked. She started pulling a little harder. Nothing moved at all. The units themselves were solid and firmly fixed and the doors and drawers didn't even rattle on their locking mechanisms. She put the towel down on the counter top, turned around and leaned against it. Without thinking, she ran one hand slowly through her hair, taking a deep calming breath and exhaling slowly. As her hand moved through her hair, it came to rest at the back of her neck. She winced as her fingers moved over the spot on the back of her neck where the earlier violent injection had been made. Her fingers attempted to explore the spot, but other than the tenderness of the tissue, there was nothing to feel. She pulled her hand away, expecting see perhaps see blood - there was none. <br><br>'What the hell am I doing here?' she said out loud but only to herself. Her mind started to wander through the events of the day. Everything had moved so quickly. From being arrested at her home, the trial, the transport.... She shook her head. It wasn't about past events now. Nothing she could do could change those. She had to concentrate on the here and now. She pushed herself off the cabinet and turned to look at them. Maybe she should try again. Maybe she'd missed one. Maybe there was something in one of these cupboards or drawers that could prove useful. She started trying the drawers nearest to her again. They were as stubborn in their refusal to move this time as they had been before. Finally reaching the last of them, she stood back and let herself accept the fact that if there was something useful here, she wasn't going to be able to get access to it. <br><br>She looked around the room again. She wondered whether Popov was still stood outside. She walked back over to the door. She called through it. 'Popov... what am I doing here? I'm not sick.' There was no response. She banged on the door, called again, banged harder, slapping the palm of her hand against the cold metal door. "Popov!" If he heard her, there was no immediate response. "You son of a bitch.... " She closed her eyes and forced herself to take another deep breath.&nbsp; Stepping away from the door, she started wandering again... not really with any purpose now, but trying not to focus on the table smack bang in the middle of the room. That in itself was no easy task! There was nothing to do but wait. And Kate was starting to think that the waiting might be as bad as whatever was going to come next.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Fortress</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>16-01-2010, 14:49:16</strong>
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				<strong>Amelia Lightfoot <br>Prisoner Cellblocks CD08...and elsewhere...</strong><br><br>Amelia looked over the cell searching it methodically and perfectly. She decided which bunk would be hers and chose the bottom she could not even be sure if the older lady would be brought back to this room anyway. The young killer tried to see if there was anything that might be made as an implement of enlightenment. That appeared to be the problem with this place, the lack of facilities. Still Amelia was creative and she would certainly work her way round these issues. For out of adversity her true ascendance would happen.<br><br>Perhaps Amelia wondered, she might get herself assigned to the medical facility, after all she had her own ‘medical’ experience, also she wanted to view the library, as they had taken her own books off her. Her musings stopped for a short while as did her search and she remained standing stock still with that slight smile on her young and almost innocent face, her skin was like porcelain and was as cold as it too. Her eyes like glass stared to the middle distance, Amelia looked like some doll and had all the empathy of one too.<br><br>Yes all this was because her mind was else where, as she had not been told she could sit she remained standing. Oh but her thoughts were in far more wonderful places. Her memories of some of those deaths could be relived so many times. Maybe she could relive them here in reality before she continued, after all everyone in here was a sinner, she just did not uderstand why none of them would accept it. Amelia was more than happy to claim her beautiful work once she was arrested. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Fortress</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zorak</strong> on <strong>16-01-2010, 14:56:06</strong>
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				<strong> Scientist, Carl Dodd </strong><br><strong> Carl's Personal Suite </strong><br><br>He finally finished his coffee, took a deep breath, and stood.&nbsp; Time to get this done.<br><br>He walked the rest of the way to his quarters to find Popov standing outside the door.&nbsp; He nodded to him simply, then said "Stay here, if you would, I'll be sending her back soon and I'd rather not have to call you back."<br><br>He identified himself to the door, and walked in to find Ms Bartlett wandering about the open laboratory area.&nbsp; He didn't say a word as he simply crossed to the far side of the lab, and opened the other door which lead to his quarters, and gestured her inside.<br><br>Next to the Warden's suite, his personal space at the Fortress was probably the nicest place in the entire facility.&nbsp; He'd had it carpeted, and had selected the furniture personally.&nbsp; The entry room served as a gathering area and office space.&nbsp; There was a large, comfortable couch across from the huge desk.&nbsp; He pointed to the couch and said "Sit down... don't say anything, just sit your ass down."&nbsp; Kate could hear the German accent in his voice.&nbsp; It wasn't overly thick, but like most Germans, Carl was never going to be able to get rid of it completely, and his English still wasn't quite perfect.&nbsp; He sat down at the desk, and took her docier from the center drawer and laid it open.<br><br>He sighed... looked at it again, then finally, "I have a problem, and my problem is you."&nbsp; He pointed&nbsp; a finger at her.&nbsp; "You really shouldn't be here.&nbsp; I don't know how you got here either, which makes my job even more fucking hard.&nbsp; If you're here by accident, then maybe Sinclair never finds out.&nbsp; If you're here on purpose, then maybe the same.&nbsp; But if your employer does find out you are here, then there is not long - either you get transferred back to state facility, or they send someone here to kill you - maybe staff, maybe another prisoner."<br><br>He was rambling, and he knew it, but he still hadn't decided exactly how to deal with her, so he was making everything up as he went along...<br><br>"Either way, I need to finish with you quickly."<br><br>He flipped through her papers again, not really looking, then finally finished fussing with them and pushed them to the side.&nbsp; He stood, and walked to the couch, taking a seat there instead.&nbsp; He sat next to her, but left some space between them.&nbsp; "Things here can be difficult for you... painful... terrible.&nbsp; Or they can be not so bad.&nbsp; I am a good friend to have here - I can make things easier for you.&nbsp; But you need to give me truthful answers and cooperate.&nbsp; If not, " he gestured to the door, "I get what I need anyway, just you will tell me while strapped to that table out there and screaming.&nbsp; It doesn't mater to me which..."<br><br>He handed her a pad then, and a pen.<br><br>"Write down the names of all the drugs that Sinclair is working to get through government regulation and what they do.&nbsp; Write also about any military projects your company is working on."<br><br>He watched her... waiting for an indication of understanding, and hoping her expression would reveal something...
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Fortress</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katy1008</strong> on <strong>16-01-2010, 15:47:20</strong>
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				<strong>Prisoner Kate Bartlett<br>Carl's Lab/Personal Quarters</strong><br><br><br>Kate felt her body stiffen as the door opened. Part of her wondered whether it was going to be Popov, but the man who walked into the room was someone new. If Popov gave the impression that he was solid, Kate knew immediately that this alleged ‘researcher’ so much more so. He was shorter than Popov but significantly broader and even under the lab coat, Kate knew that physically this was a powerful man. The way Popov had responded, from the moment he had talked to the female guard maybe 20-30 minutes earlier, also told her that the man who was now walking across the lab was perhaps powerful in terms of his position in this facility. <br><br>She watched him as he walked to another, virtually hidden doorway. How could she not have noticed that before? She really was going to have to start being a damn sight more observant - in here that might be the difference between life and death. She saw the man indicate that he was waiting for her to move into the adjoining room and when she walked through, trying not to show her nervousness as she walked past the man, she couldn't believe how completely different it was. After every room she had seen or been in since arriving, this was... it didn't belong. Whilst everywhere else was sterile and bleak and antisceptic, this was warm, inviting, almost homely but in a very masculine way. Functional and comfortable. Her gaze followed the direction of his finger and following his instructions she moved silently over to the couch and slowly sat down on the edge of the seat. <br><br>Kate watched him as he moved behind the large desk and sat down, watched him as he picked up a brown folder and started to flick through the pages within it. She flinched a little as he emphasised his problem by pointing at her. What the hell had she done to cause this man a problem? she wondered to herself. What the hell was he talking about. She hadn't done anything. She felt her spirits rise a little when he said that she shouldn't be here. Maybe that was it. Maybe he had realized someone had set her up, that she was innocent and that's what created the problem for him. He now had to deal with that and get her released, give her her life back. Wait a minute, he was speaking to quickly, moving from one subject to another... Sinclair... Jack Sinclair had nothing to do with her being here... well beyond the fact that she had been trying to defend the company from accusations made by Gen-Tech about improper activity... and somebody was going to kill her... why would anyone need to kill her? Kate struggled to keep track of the statements which the man through out across the vast desk in her direction; she struggled to join one up with another so that it made sense. As she watched him stand up and walk around the desk to the counch, she was aware that she was breathing a little heavier. As he sat down next to her on the counch, she kept her gaze on him, her jaw clenched firm, and she swallowed hard. Only when he held out the pen and paper did her gaze shift from him, to them and then back to him. Tentatively, she reached out and took them both. And then the man told her what he wanted to write. And suddenly things started to make sense. Suddenly the statements he had been making now joined up. He thought she knew key information about Sinclair's activities, their pending patents and contracts. She knew it was Gen-Tech that had set her up, and she knew that primarily it was simply to get her out of the way and ruin her reputation in the process. Now it was obvious why they hadn't just killed her. They wanted information. But who was the man sat next to her on the couch? She felt she knew him. She knew she had never met him but wasn't quite as sure that she had never seen him... or at least his picture. She was rifling through her memories of old newspaper stories, rumours around the court room halls, gossip amongst members of the groups she sometimes helped out with legal advice. Something about plagiarism of reseach data; stealing the work of others and representing it as his own. Kate couldn’t help a small smile appear on her mouth but the smile disappeared as the next memory was about the rumours of unscientific unethical research. If this was who she thought it was... she just couldn't pull out the name... Craig Dodd... Chris Dodd....no, that wasn't it... <br><br>She looked down again at the pen and paper... and then slowly handed them back. She shook her head a little.<br><br>“I'm sorry. IF... IF I had that kind of information, which I don't, it would be covered by attorney-client privilege. But... I don't know anything about ... drugs... or..... or military projects." She shook her head again. "I'm a trial lawyer. I worked for Sinclair to get bogus criminal charges laid against the company dismissed. I don't know the kind of information you want." She swallowed hard. "And... and putting me on that table out there.... isn't going to change that fact." She looked at the man sat next to her trying to see some indication that he believed her. "You're just going to have to tell your father that I can't help." She swallowed hard again. Should she have let on that she knew who he was? Was there any chance at all that he would believe that she didn't know anything?<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Fortress</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zorak</strong> on <strong>17-01-2010, 13:57:00</strong>
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				<strong> Scientist, Carl Dodd </strong><br><strong> Carl's Personal Suite </strong><br><br>Carl took the pad from her, but put it immediately down on the couch between them, then shook his head.<br><br>"You're still thinking like a lawyer.&nbsp; That isn't what you are anymore.&nbsp; You're Gen-Tech property.&nbsp; In effect, you work for us now, so it would be helpful for you, to show your new owners some respect and consideration.&nbsp; That would go a long way to making your life easier here."<br><br>He took the pad again, and held it out towards her.<br><br>"I suggest you give me the information I ask you for.&nbsp; If you do, then maybe we protect you.&nbsp; If you know nothing, this is fine, but I will have to be convinced of that - not just me, but my father as well.&nbsp; I do hope, for your sake, that you have useful information.&nbsp; If you truly know nothing, then Sinclair will not worry about you, and they will not send anyone to have you killed.&nbsp; Dying would be preferable, I assure you, to what I will have to do to you in order for you to convince me that you truly know nothing useful."<br><br>He put the pad in her lap then.<br><br>"Think carefully... The next time I ask, it will not be so polite as here."<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Fortress</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katy1008</strong> on <strong>17-01-2010, 15:43:42</strong>
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				<strong>Prisoner Kate Bartlett<br>Carl Dodd's Personal Suite</strong><br><br><br>Kate stared at him, wide-eyed, her mind trying to take in what he was saying and the true despair of the situation in which she found herself. This couldnt be happening. She clenched and unclenced her jaw as he laid out precisely where she stood and the choice she now had to make. He was right that she was still thinking like a lawyer. But Kate refused to accept that she wasn't - in her own head at least. She been dreaming about or studying or practicing the law practically her entire life and the fact that some twisted, self-obsessed megalomaniac like Rheinhardt Dodd had manipulated systems and people to make her 'the property of Gen-Tech' did not make it so. But that didn't help her right now. <br><br>She looked down at the pad, as Carl... Carl! That was it... as Carl placed it into her lap.&nbsp; Now she stared at that, but she could feel Carl watching her, scrutinizing every move and expression. Kate closed her eyes in a futile attempt to shut him out and then put some order and logic into her thoughts. If she maintained that she knew nothing, then.... she swallowed hard.... even if she did know nothing. And she couldn't be sure she did know anything. But she didn't want to finish up on that table.&nbsp; Dodd, both the one in front of her and his father, didn't know either. They didn't know if she knew or what she knew... or didn't know. Sinclair knew. Sinclair knew exactly what files she had been given access to. But he wouldn't... it wasn't his style. Sinclair and Rheinhardt Dodd were different breeds of men. Of that Kate was certain. <br><br>Kate picked up the pad and the pen. She took a deep breath and began to write.<br><br><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><em><strong>Alendronate <br>Raloxifene<br>Calcitonin <br>Zoledronate </strong> </em> </span></span> <br><br>She hoped she was remembering the words correctly. Her hand trembled a little as she wrote. She knew she was playing a dangerous game here, but it would buy her time... maybe. Time for what she wasn't entirely sure. Rumour had it that Carl Dodd wasn't the great researcher he made himself out to be; the questin was whether he was as ignorant as she was hoping he was right now. She handed the pad back. <br><br>"I swear, that's all I know and... I might not even have remembered those correctly." She shook her head a little as if to emphasize the point. "They're just words I came across in files. I don't know what they are supposed to do. Im a lawyer..." She made the point intentionally in the present tense. "...not a chemist." She looked him straight in the eye, forcing herself to maintain that eye contact partly in the hope that it generated belief in him but also so that she could try and guage his reaction. "As for military contracts, I don't know anything about those." She watched him intently as he took the pad and began to read the short list.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Fortress</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zorak</strong> on <strong>18-01-2010, 05:15:59</strong>
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				<strong>Scientist, Carl Dodd</strong><br><strong>Carl's Personal Suite</strong><br><br>He sighed, barely looking at the list, and put the pad down on the couch.<br><br>"That might as well read 'chocolate', 'vanilla', 'strawberry', " he told her.&nbsp; Without knowing what that is, it's only words... and nonsense so far as we know.&nbsp; It's quite unfortunate you're not being more cooperative."<br><br>Standing then, he took hold of her arm and pulled her up to a standing position, and began walking her to the door.&nbsp; "You best consider your situation... If you think Sinclair has your personal best interests at heart, think again.&nbsp; It is all about profit.&nbsp; It is about money, and about winning - nothing else.&nbsp; I will give you time to think about things.&nbsp; But don't think too long - bad things happen here, and unless you help us, we will not protect you from them."<br><br>He opened the door to the lab, and walked her through, opening the other door on the far side.&nbsp; Popov was still standing outside - if nothing, the man was more reliable than most of the guards here.&nbsp; "Take this back to its cell," he told the guard.<br><br>Leaving her, he walked back into his quarters, through the office, and into the living room.&nbsp; She probably knew little or nothing.&nbsp; But he'd need to find out or his father would be displeased.&nbsp; The drug names she'd written were meaningless to him, but they might mean something to someone else.&nbsp; He prepared a message and sent the information out.&nbsp; The response would guide his next move.&nbsp; Either way, he'd have to use some 'techniques' to ensure her truthfulness, but he was not well schooled in 'interrogation techniques'.&nbsp; He'd need to do some tests first, before he worked on Sinclair's lawyer.&nbsp; 'A lucky thing,' he thought to himself, 'that there were so many available test subjects...'
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Fortress</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Misery</strong> on <strong>18-01-2010, 05:43:20</strong>
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				<strong>Guard: Aleks Popov<br>Outside Carl's Personal Suite</strong><br><br>Pacing up and down the hall he looks at his watch, he was beginning to get very impatient standing there.&nbsp; What did he look like his servant to wait on him?&nbsp; If it was anyone else he would just leave, but this was Dodd and he preferred not to piss this guy.&nbsp; It wasn't his job he was worried about, more like what this guy to work up on him.&nbsp; Deciding there were better thinks to be thinking about he distracts his mind by giving some more thought to his other new acquired prisoner.&nbsp; From the look in her eyes, he knew that his next stop will be to ensure that she knew the hierarchy.&nbsp; He wanted no trouble if anyone looked like trouble it was her.<br><br>Lost in thought the door suddenly opens with&nbsp; a loud ‘swoosh’.&nbsp; Turning he sees Dodd practically dragging the prisoner with him.&nbsp; He also was quick to pick up on the words he chose to use <em> Take this back to its cell</em>.&nbsp; Aleks grabs her other arm and nods to Dodd.&nbsp; His mood has only marginally improved now that he was doing something.&nbsp; That does not stop him from almost dragging her silently back to her cell.&nbsp; <br><br>Arriving at cell CD08 he immediately sees the prisoner standing there apparently in the same spot that he left her over an hour ago.&nbsp; He yells through the door, “What the hell are you doing?” he knew this one was going to be a problem.&nbsp; He just didn’t know to what extent.&nbsp; If he was in any other prison he would first believe she was tripping on something but in this prison everything was controlled.&nbsp; He yelled again louder, “You what the hell are you doing standing there?”&nbsp; Looking over at the prisoner who was still in his grasp, his anger rising and unfortunately her arm took the brunt of his anger.&nbsp; &nbsp;Through clenched teeth, “Well she is your problem.”&nbsp; He punches in the code, and presses his finger to the biometric lock. The door opens quietly and efficiently throwing her in immediately, “I hope you ladies enjoy your stay at casa de hell.”&nbsp; He laughs at his own lame joke before sauntering off to find Anzhelika and maybe pay a special visit&nbsp; to the other female prisoners .&nbsp; They looked less likely to be trouble.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Fortress</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>18-01-2010, 09:14:04</strong>
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				<strong>Amelia Lightfoot<br>Cell CD08</strong><br><br>Amelia looked the man right in the eyes there was no fear there, only perhaps a little amusement. She blinked slowly and continued to watch him. She was well aware that he wanted to make a masculine show of power; obviously he had little idea about how to do that. The young woman knew how to play the game and this one, this large guard would be so entertaining. She tilted her head once that same look in her eye as he left, it was then the killer turned those eyes to the other prisoner. There was something inhuman about Amelia as she smiled politely.<br><br>“What would he know of Hell, he is obviously not aware of my work? That man certainly has a problem with anger…or shall we call it Wrath. Circle Five according to Dante.” The blond haired women twisted one of her braids then, licked her lips.&nbsp; “I could be wrong though I have not studied him for long enough. However he does not impress me nor scare me.”<br><br>“Forgive my bad manners.” Amelia spoke with a perfect English accent, and she appeared to have the poise to go with it. In fact she stood in what looked like a formal ballet position. “I am Amelia Lightfoot, and I am a theologian and Artist. I have been known to dabble in anthropology too…” The smile remained, “I am very pleased to meet you, I hope you don’t mind I took the bottom bunk.” The prisoner was completely calm. “Don’t you think it will be most interesting here? I certainly do.”<br><br>“My goodness it seems my lack of polite behavior have overtaken me once more, perhaps it is the excitement, please tell me of yourself.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Fortress</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>auroraChloe</strong> on <strong>18-01-2010, 17:35:18</strong>
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				<strong>Prisoner, Ella Thompson<br>Processing Facility ... to Cellblock CD17</strong><br><br>Anzhelika seemed to be more pleasant than the other guard who was yelling at his charges before they barely out of their seats.&nbsp; For that Ella was relieved; even the reminder of the possible brain explosion sounded like an overturned cup at tea time said so matter of factly.&nbsp; - <em>"give each other a hand"</em> - Arching a troubled brow as the guard waited expectantly, Ella looked from her to the tough looking girl next to her and back again.&nbsp; - <em>"You will obey all officer instructions." </em> - Transferring the toothbrush to her other hand with the towel caught between her forearm and body Ella hesitantly took up the hand next to hers offering a tentative smile.&nbsp; It was a warm sticky grip between the two of them and Ella found another relief to realize she wasn't the only one nervous. <br>&nbsp;<br>Trying to listen closely to understand through Anzhelika's accent while her eyes took in the accomadations, she was certain she missed something important and was not looking forward to the correction.&nbsp; The place was suprisingly quiet and clean to the point of being antiseptic looking though she supposed for a pharmacuetical company that shouldn't have been a shock.&nbsp; She tried to keep her mind from wondering what exactly they did here before finally arriving at CD-17.&nbsp; <br><br>Recognizing the lone woman standing in the cell directly across the walk way did not ease her nerves.&nbsp; No, that one was strange with the smile that never seemed to leave her face; she looked eerily serene, as if she was not in the same facility at all.&nbsp; Unconsciously squeezing the hand of her cellmate before bringing her attention to back to look in the small space they would share, Ella nearly groaned out loud.&nbsp; The apartment she shared with Rich was invitingly spacious and this... this was barely a closet.&nbsp; <br><br>The gentle push inside broke the prisoners' sweaty grip on each other.&nbsp; Ella turned back to the opening where their tour guide still stood, taking in the small space in its entirety in that short span of time.&nbsp; Still clutching the towel and toothbrush to her chest, she rubbed the stickey mix of girl sweat off her palm with one long slide down the drab dress.&nbsp; Two huge pools of blue stared back at the blond guard as she spoke.&nbsp; Was it a warning?&nbsp; Was it a promise?&nbsp; Figuring it was a little of both, Ella nodded slightly.&nbsp; "Thank you"&nbsp; Her voice squeaked and cracked; she needed a drink badly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Fortress</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katy1008</strong> on <strong>18-01-2010, 21:06:55</strong>
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				<strong>Prisoner Kate Bartlett<br>Cell CD08</strong><br><br>If her arm was uncomfortable the last time Popov had his rather large fist wrapped around it, it was definitely painful now and she knew that there was going to be a rather ugly bruise visible come morning. Kate fought hard not to squeal or whince and give him any sense of satisfaction. Somehow though, her new room-mate's actions... or inaction since she and Popov had left after dropping her off clearly annoyed Popov and Kate couldn't help but smile a little at what she saw as a tiny victory. The smile didn't last though as she was quite literally thrown into the cell and this time she couldn't contain the exclamation of pain as her body made contact with the bunk frame. She had enough about her to keep her head out of the way of the upper bunk, but the lower one caught her just below the knee. Another bruise. If this kept up she was going to be black and blue in a matter of days. Kate watched as Popov secured the cell and then disappeared smiling at his own stupid comment.<br><br>As Kate bent down and rubbed her leg, checking that the skin had not been broken, she was aware of her companion talking to her. As she stood up, she rubbed her upper arm again trying to get the blood which Popov had effectively cut off circulating again. As Amelia came to the end of her introduction, Kate couldn't help but laugh out loud but she quickly put her hand up in a sign of surrender. "Im sorry. Im really not laughing at *you*. Describing this place as 'interesting'..." She laughed again. "That's not exactly the first word that came to my mind." She looked at the woman standing in front of her. She was a good few inches shorter than Kate and proportionately smaller; she was maybe 30-40lbs lighter. But what struck Kate most strongly was that she seemed way too calm and... relaxed. She actually seemed to be enjoying herself. <br>"Sorry. I think probably Im the one&nbsp; to ask for forgiveness for bad manners." Kate offered her hand to Amelia. "Kate Bartlett and Im a lawyer... a defense lawyer I should stress... and... " Kate shifted her gaze briefly to the bunks. "I don't mind about the bunks at all - I'm happy to take either." <br><br>Kate moved over to the small stool in front of the equally small desk and sat down. Her mind drifted back to the way her 'meeting' with Dodd had ended. She wondered how long it would take him to find out about the list of drugs she had given him. Maybe he already knew but he wanted to play the waiting game. Kate wasn't convinced about that. But she knew that it didn't need someone with a PhD in Chemistry or Pharmacology to type the names of the drugs into a search engine and find out what they were. And then what? Kate shook her head a little. She was no worse off. It was going to happen anyway. He'd said as much. He had to be sure that she was telling the truth either way. But he might be a little pissed now... was that really the way to go about this? And why the hell didn't she just tell him what she knew? Could she expect Gen-Tech and its employees to protect her... protect her against what? It was in Gen-Tech's interests to make her think that Sinclair would want to try and keep her quiet. She realized that she was mentally rambling and shook her head in an attempt to clear it. It was done now. Nothing she could do except deal with the consequences. <br><br>Kate suddenly realized she had been sat down for a minute or two and had forgotten about Amelia. "Oh God! Im sorry. Im being incredible rude. I was just thinking... never mind. Not important right now. So how does an artistic theologian with an interest in anthropology wind up in here? I mean... if you want to tell me. Its ok if you don't. And... wouldn't you rather sit down, not that I didn't think that Popov's reaction was somewhat amusing." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Fortress</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>18-01-2010, 23:10:16</strong>
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				<strong>Guard Anzhelika Nikolaev<br>Cellblock CD17 - Cafetaria</strong><br><br>Anzhelika was used to Russia's biggest criminals, Kazakhstan's biggest gangsters and even some international scoundrels and none of them had ever made her feel as the prisoner in the cell opposite to 'her girls'. Right after she heard the echoing click of the lock of the celldoor, she turned away from the cell Ella and Theresa were in and quickly stared into the opposing cell. <br><br>The girl just stood there. As if she was in a completely different world. These two cells were the only ones in use in the CD block, which was one of the largest blocks and for the girls, that must have added to the feeling of being deserted and all alone. Even the weathered guard got the creeps from this sterile lit block. Quickly she turned around and walked quickly through the block and closed the door behind her and took a deep breath as if feeling relieved. <br><br><em>Shake it off. Nothing's different except their age...</em><br><br>Mixed emotions burned through her veins as she strolled to the cafetaria to get something to eat and drink. As she sat on one of the tables, a few other guards from other blocks came in and greeted her. They held the normal prisoners and they had no clue what was taking place in 'her' blocks. She didn't want to talk to them at all and she never been happier when she saw Aleks' impressive figure come through the door. <br><br>Anzhelika waited for him to sit down at her table and looked around a little skittish.<br><strong>"Have you seen how young they are? This is bullshit Aleks... and that girl in 08 gives even me the creeps."</strong> She almost hissed and whispered and cursed Aleks inside for not speaking Russian anymore. She was still teaching him but it was never going to be enough to make him understand her anytime soon.<br><strong>"I have a bad feeling about this..."</strong><br><br>Her 'feelings' were famous to Aleks, but most of the times she was right about prisoners. Gah, she just needed to get laid but somehow never did it with Aleks. Usually the dimwits from the other blocks were the lucky ones or when a male prisoner had behaved well, they would call her over, being the only female guard in the facility and when the warden was away, the only female not behind bars.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Fortress</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zorak</strong> on <strong>18-01-2010, 23:23:48</strong>
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				<strong>Scientist, Carl Dodd</strong><br><strong>Carl's Personal Suite</strong><br><br>Carl started flipping through prisoner dossiers.&nbsp; He needed to find someone he could practice interrogations on, but one who didn't really mater in the long run.&nbsp; One who's brain he could turn into pudding without any repercussions.&nbsp; Of course, most of the prisoners didn't really matter, but most of them weren't hiding anything - or if they were, he'd have no idea what it was.<br><br>No, he needed something concrete to ask about, and he needed someone who didn't want to give it up.<br><br>He spent an hour or two looking through conviction files and other information.&nbsp; Finally, he stumbled on something - and it happened to be one of the women that they'd just pulled in today.&nbsp; Even stranger, the cell assignment was CD-08... Kate Bartlett's cell mate.&nbsp; That was dammed odd.&nbsp; But the woman fit the bill.&nbsp; Amelia Lightfoot was her name, and apparently, she was a serial killer.&nbsp; <br><br>She'd been convicted of 17 counts of murder, and denied none of them.&nbsp; But she was holding things back.&nbsp; According to her paperwork, detectives were unable to pin a number of additional murders on her, even though they were certain she'd done them.&nbsp; She'd refused to tell them anything more, even under significant pressure.<br><br>That's what he was looking for...&nbsp; She was holding back, and he knew what questions to ask.&nbsp; It would be a perfect test.&nbsp; <br><br>But a test of what?<br><br>He started reviewing pharmaceutical documents for drugs that might be useful, as well as other handbooks on interrogation techniques and torture methods...&nbsp; As he worked, a grin crossed his lips.&nbsp; It was technically "work", but he rather had a feeling he might enjoy himself...<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Fortress</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Misery</strong> on <strong>19-01-2010, 03:21:30</strong>
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				<strong>Guard: Aleks Popov<br>Cellblock CD17 - Cafetaria </strong><br><br>Aleks walks into the cafeteria casually looking around at the few other guards.&nbsp; He gives a respectful nod at a few of them.&nbsp; Very few he had seen during rounds, and if it was up to him he wouldn’t know even that many.&nbsp; His eye catches Anzhelika, she is about the only person in this place that he could have almost a friendly conversation with.&nbsp; Approaching her with a light smile, that quickly fades to a frown when she looks around skittishly.&nbsp; <br><br>He takes a seat to hear what has her wired.&nbsp; As she talks about the prisoners he shakes his head lightly in agreement he has thought the same thing.&nbsp; He says with a thick accent, “Anzhelika, you know we don’t get paid to think.&nbsp; We get paid to keep the prisoners from killing each other or us.”&nbsp; He rests his chin in one hand and adds, “But you are right, that freak in 08 is going to be trouble.&nbsp; I felt it as soon as I saw how she reacted during processing. Like this fucking place is a carnival!”&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>Not wanting to discuss it any further, he hates talking about he weird shit he doesn’t understand.&nbsp; Figuring he may as well chat some more since his day off is almost over and not like he has much else to do.&nbsp; He gives her a smirk, before saying , “Next time you go off to flirt with the new prisoners, if you could remember to bring me along.&nbsp; I almost ran in there in my briefs.”&nbsp; His laughs half-heartedly, “So which of those nubile ladies meets your fancy today?”&nbsp; He knows her tastes vary from one day to the next. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Fortress</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>19-01-2010, 15:08:47</strong>
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				“Really that man should be taught some manners; it is most rude of him.” Amelia tutted and shook her head. “A gentleman really should know how to behave, whoever they are dealing with.&nbsp; My father taught me that, he was certainly a one, even in grief he knew how to behave. Yes a gentleman should raise his hand to a woman.” The girl remained standing as she watched Kate. Her cold gaze was more than a little unnerving. “Would you say he suffers from anger issues…and what of the other woman, the female guard? Lust perhaps? Anyway I have time to deal with those matters….”<br><br>“A lawyer you say…how interesting, I expect your job must have been very exciting. Did you defend any exciting cases?” There was a pause as a slight spark filled Amelia’s eyes. “I mean it must be hard to defend those that you know are guilty. I wonder did you not ever consider punishing these criminals yourself? Even after you defended them.”<br><br>She moved across the room then her footfalls were light as a dancer might be, the girl was near silent even when she span on the spot to face her cell mate again. She was certainly graceful. Amelia was quiet again and still as Kate appeared to be deep in thought, she had no wish to disturb her musings, thus she looked across to the other cell and smiled. Those two looked like frightened little rabbits, just like her sister…oh dear poor little rabbits…however she had gone beyond just taking victims, there had to be a reason now. Of course the reason could be anything in the world according to Amelia Lightfoot.<br><br>“Me?” Her head tilted to look towards Kate, “Me, Ms Bartlett, why I am in here charged with seventeen counts of murder. Before you ask, yes I am guilty in the eyes of the law. I did kill those people.” The girl was completely calm about the whole matter. It was as if she was talking about some minor offence. With that said and the invitation to sit down Amelia did. “So…if I might be so bold might I ask why you are here?”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Fortress</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katy1008</strong> on <strong>19-01-2010, 21:19:41</strong>
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				<strong>Prisoner Kate Bartlett<br>Cell CD08</strong><br><br><br>Kate's brain suddenly registered what Amelia had said immediately following Popov's departure. 'Whoa' she thought to herself. 'Did she really say that a gentleman should raise his hand to woman. Nah. That one must have gotten lost in translation somewhere." But Amelia had already moved well beyond that now and Kate focused on understanding her immediate comments and more importantly the questions.<br><br>"The job is not quite as exciting as TV might represent. I mostly work... worked... on corporate crimes, or should I say <em>alleged</em> corporate crimes. And I don't <em>know</em> whether those Im defending are guilty or not. Not at the time Im defending them. I don't make that decision - that's left to a jury - even though they can be stupid at times - and at least for the time being, we work on the basis of presumed innocence. As for taking on the role of imposing punishment..." Kate chuckled a little. "I don't need to when there are places like this around for those who are found guilty. 'Soft on crime' is not generally&nbsp; an accusation that gets levied against those currently in positions of power!"<br><br>Kate had been in the company of killers before - not often, but once or twice. But SEVENTEEN? How could a girl this petite, genteel and perfectly proper woman - girl - be a killer of 17 people and seemingly have absolutely no remorse or regret. She almost seemed proud of the fact. Maybe it was the way she looked which gave her the opportunity. People make assumptions based on appearances all the time. But SEVENTEEN!? Kate was no psychologist, but 17 murders had to mean that terms like sociopath or pyschopath were more than appropriate here. Perhaps the permanent if subtle smile, the reference to this place being 'interesting' and her criticism of Popov were starting to make sense now. She struggled not to show the impact of being told so 'matter of factly' that she was now sharing her accommodation with a multiple- or serial-killer. But somehow, her sense of security was no worse than it had been seconds earlier. It seemed that pretty much everyone in this antisceptic hell-hole - and apparently people who weren't - were out to do her harm. What difference did one more person make? And at least at the moment, if she finished up being killed by her cell mate, at least Dodd would be in trouble for not getting any information from her first and Gen-Tech wouldn't get any further benefit from her incarceration. She decided that there was no point in picking up on Amelia's confession and right now... after what she had been through over the last 24 hours... Kate really wasn't particularly desperate to know the details of 17 murders or what the reasoning behind them all might have been. There can't be a sane reason for murdering 17 people. Kate moved on and decided instead to simply answer Amelia's last question.<br><br>"I didn't do anything... well nothing illegal. My crime was trying to defend a competitor of our current hosts, or should I more accurately describe them as our owners? What was it that recording kept saying? <em>'You are now the property of Gen-Tech'</em>. Dodd has pretty much told me the same thing about 10 minutes ago." Kate shook her head. "Offically though... money laundering... acessory before and after the fact to a whole range of crimes from gun running to prostitution. If you believe the prosecution - which unfortunately the jury did -&nbsp; Im senior counsel for the Mob!" As she finished, Kate's gaze followed Amelia's over to the other cell. They were quiet. Kate imagined they were having a similar conversation... maybe. She was going to be surprised though if one of the girls opposite had just admitted to seventeen murders. She shook her head again. "What other surprises do you figure they have in store for the four of us then? You think this is it? Sitting in here until we die of old age or until we decide to walk into the red out of boredom induced madness."<br><br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Fortress</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>19-01-2010, 23:02:14</strong>
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				<strong>Guard Anzhelika Nikolaev<br>Cafetaria</strong><br><br>She laughed at Aleks.<br><br><strong>"The Goth in 17 is good enough for now. But let them get to know eachother for now. No need for unrest."</strong><br>Her grey brown eyes glinstered as she looked away. <br><strong>"I'll just use these today,"</strong> she said and held up her slim hands with long and slender fingers."<br><br>Then she turned to Aleks again in a more serious matter.<br><strong>"We don't get paid to think but do we get paid enough to spend our lives trapped in this place Aleks? Alkalyk was Hell, but at least the guards were free to go. We knew what the inmates did and what we were up against. The warden tells us nothing and that creep scientist.. I swear if he gets his chance he'll do me."</strong><br><br>Anzhelika kind of expected a 'who wouldn't' from Aleks but continued again with a sigh.<br><strong>"Criminals or not, nobody deserves to die like that girl from 06 a couple months ago. Especially not at this age."</strong><br><br>She was referring to a female prisoner in her early thirties who, after a couple weeks of 'research', attacked Anzhelika and when the latter one refused to use the kill switch, the woman pressed it herself, leaving Anzhelika covered in blood, brains and eyeballs, something that had shook her more than she admitted.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Fortress</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Misery</strong> on <strong>20-01-2010, 03:15:04</strong>
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				<strong>Guard: Aleks Popov<br>Cafetaria</strong><br><br>Aleks shakes his head and laughs.&nbsp; He never fails to be surprised by her and to see her slim fingers held up.&nbsp; He replies with a joke, “I am sure they will do rather nicely.”&nbsp; His laugh faded quickly from the look in her eyes something was bothering her, and wasn’t like Anzhelika to worry about things here.&nbsp; <br><br>Had she not been so serious he would have made any one of a dozen crude comments but as it was, he simply raised an eyebrow.&nbsp; He sits back a bit before replying, “There is nothing up there that I want or wants me.&nbsp; You know I am more than happy down here.”&nbsp; He leans forward placing his elbows on the table and looks her in the eyes, “I am a military man always have been and this is no different.&nbsp; I follow orders, and know only what I need to.&nbsp; I agree the scientist is weirs and the warden I hear is a freak.&nbsp; I really do not care as long as I am paid.”&nbsp; &nbsp;Sitting back in his chair as he finishes he looks around to be sure their conversation is kept private.&nbsp; They may be employees but he had no doubt the company could make them disappear just as fast as they do prisoners.&nbsp; In the hierarchy of things there was very little that separated them from the prisoner, and that was only a door.<br><br>He had to agree with the age of some of the girls that have been coming through lately.&nbsp; They were much younger, and getting younger.&nbsp; He had not really given it much thought simply racked it up as fortune smiling on him.&nbsp; His frustration at her questions showing in his face, “Look I don’t disagree with you but what the fuck are we going to do about it? Not a thing, that’s what.”&nbsp; His face flush it was not her but questioning authority was not something he wanted to do.&nbsp; Staying out of people’s radar was very important to him and her talk was something that brings a lot of unwanted attention.&nbsp; <br><br>Standing quickly the chair screeches across the floor he gives her one piece of advice, “Be careful the questions you ask.&nbsp; You know just as well as I do that too many of the wrong questions could end you up on the other side of that door.”&nbsp; &nbsp;With that he walks quickly out of the cafeteria heading for his room.&nbsp; He needed time to think or something to take his mind off their conversation.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Fortress</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zorak</strong> on <strong>20-01-2010, 05:21:25</strong>
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				<strong>Scientist, Carl Dodd</strong><br><strong>Carl's Personal Suite</strong><br><br>Carl continued to study the various texts.&nbsp; The process was actually beginning to interest him, and he might actually have a knack for it.&nbsp; Mind games were paramount, apparently, in a proper interrogation.&nbsp; Although his English wasn't perfect, and his accent obvious, he still had a way with words, he thought.&nbsp; But like usual, these days, his time was not his own.<br><br>As much as the prisoners were the property of Gen-Tech, he was under Dad's thumb.&nbsp; Sooner or later that would stop, but for now they existed in a sort of situation of mutual need.&nbsp; So Carl put up with dad's shit, and dad put up with his.&nbsp; At the moment, it was dad's turn to take a crap... that was indicated by the buzzing sound coming from the com-pad.<br><br>He walked over to it and sighed.&nbsp; It was there again - "HARDCOPY ONLY"...<br><br>He authenticated to the pad, and it wanted more.&nbsp; Three passwords, a thumb print, and a retinal scan.&nbsp; Even the last bit about Sinclair's lawyer didn't have that level of protection...&nbsp; Whatever was in the message, it was going to be bad, annoying, or both.&nbsp; It finished printing and he read it.&nbsp; Then read it again.&nbsp; After the third read, he put it down and rubbed his temples.&nbsp; There really wasn't anyone around he trusted that much, and the instructions from his father had specifically stated he was to remain 'hands off'.<br><br>After banging his head on the desk a few times, he thought he might have a solution - it was a strange one, but what the hell...&nbsp; Someone needed to be dead, and he'd just been handed a serial killer.&nbsp; He shrugged, touched the com-pad, and sent for Popov... <strong>* Escort Prisoner Amelia Lightfoot from CD-08 to my lab and restrain on the table.&nbsp; Take an extra guard with you - she is a nut-case * </strong>.<br><br>He'd intended to "interrogate" Amelia, but now, things had become somewhat more complex.&nbsp; He began to flip through various drug references as he waited for Popov's confirmation...
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Fortress</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>20-01-2010, 14:10:40</strong>
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				Amelia had not realised her mistake in that which she had had, perhaps it was just a Freudian slip about gentlemen, or something else not that it really mattered. She watched the woman carefully, trying to see what strength of mind she had, trying to understand if this place scared her as much as it did the others she had seen. Perhaps the others were weak, or they just did not understand the significance of the experience.<br><br>“Television? Oh I am not a great fan of television I prefer to read, I do hope the Library here is well stocked, I enjoy to read, what about yourself? I am pleased I have been placed with an educated woman, I am afraid I find the ‘unwashed mass’s’ rather irritating. I realize that is not politically correct…but it appears that is the least of my crimes in the eyes of the law.”<br><br>She tilted her head then and licked her lips, “How interesting...I do not think you are lying to me on the matter of your crimes, it seems then you certainly did upset someone didn’t you? The question is what are you going to do about it. I might be able to help you but I have my own work here. The first of course is our most rude and unpleasant guard and his little friend…” Amelia took a breath, “I do hope you won’t tell anyone…however I am thinking you would rather like to repay that worthless little man for his behavior than get me into trouble...”<br><br>“Can I ask? Are you married, because if you are then you should surely be more protected…it would be wrong for you to be forced to commit adultery and I am not sure I could allow that.” She smiled innocently again.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Fortress</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katy1008</strong> on <strong>20-01-2010, 20:28:13</strong>
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				<strong>Prisoner Kate Bartlett<br>Cellblock CD08</strong><br><br>Kate decided to let the comment regarding the 'unwashed masses' pass with little more than an "each to their own" as Amelia continued talking. Kate would have been lying if she didn't have some sympathy with Amelia's point of view and she had often found herself a little exasperated at how stupid some people could be. Once or twice, her friends had accused her of becoming an academic snob and she didn't worry too much if there was a touch of truth in their comment. <br><br>"What am I going to do?" She hesitated but it wasn't really that she needed to think about the answer. "Right now... Nothing! Well, as much of 'nothing' as Im allowed to do. I need to get my bearings a little, find my feet as it were. I don't generally like to jump headlong into things unless Im fairly certain as to where Im going to land. And the staff here didn't put me in this place... well maybe one of them might have had something to do with it but I think its more likely that he just happens to be related to the person who did. And as much as I hate to admit it, Im not even sure yet if there is anything I can do. No appeal. No communication with the outside world. No chance of escape. That doesn't leave many options."<br><br>Kate smiled, laughed a little at Amelia's last question. Was it that Amelia was offering her some kind of protection or was it her objection, perhaps on religious grounds in light of her description of herself earlier, to adultery. Kate tended towards the latter rather than the former. Although first appearances would clearly lead one to question whether she could protect even herself let alone anyone else against the likes of Popov or Dodd, if they knew she had committed seventeen murders, any reasonable person would have to quickly reconsider their conclusions. But Kate was a realist. No-one was going to offer 'protection' to a complete stranger in a place like this. At the very least, you were going to find out who you could trust, who you could rely on, take some time to identify those people you might be willing to put yourself in harm's way for. No. Logic said this was an objection to adultery.<br><br>"If your analysis is correct then unfortunately my marital status is not going help. Im single. But to be fair, and whilst Id rather it wasn't the case, I don't think my being married would be something that would stop them. We "are the property of Gen-Tech" remember - at least as far as their concerned! They're going to have to do a lot to convince me of that fact." Kate paused for a moment and looked across to the other cell. "What do you think our chances are of getting access to the library... and more importantly what the hell do you think we're going to have to do first?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Fortress</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Misery</strong> on <strong>21-01-2010, 02:16:57</strong>
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				<strong>Guard: Aleks Popov<br>Cafetaria</strong><br><br>Aleks only gets a short distance from the cafeteria when he his arm computer vibrates a new message.&nbsp; He reads the message once and stops dead and reads it a second time.&nbsp; He was sorely tempted to ignore the message and claim ignorance when questioned, but that may not be a very smart career choice.&nbsp; He mumbles, "Fuck! Does know one respect a mans time off?"&nbsp; Looking up and down the hall thinking of who to take with him.&nbsp; Pulling his computer off his arm he sends a reply back to Dodd indicating that he received the message and would be there shortly.&nbsp; He sends a second message to Anzhelika, <strong>Meet me at CD08.&nbsp; Dodd wants Lightfoot.&nbsp; We are to escort.</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;His mind drifts through the possibilities Dodd would want her.&nbsp; A smile crawls on his face as he ponders some of the more unpleasant options.&nbsp; He didn't like young girls being abused, too much but from the looks of her she probably like it.&nbsp; <br><br>He dodges several guards on his route to the cell.&nbsp; He ignores every one of them, and begins mumbling to himself about how much this is beginning to suck.&nbsp; Arriving at the cell he pulls his handcuffs from his pouch and awaits for Anzhelika.&nbsp; He glances through the cell door to the two inmates.&nbsp; His eyes turn to ice when they land on Amelia, he doesn't even like looking at her.&nbsp; It wasn't that she was not gorgeous, she was but her uncaring attitude was out of place here.&nbsp; &nbsp;As far as he was concerned she is a freak and should locked away and forgotten.&nbsp; Turning to look through the cells he decides to watch the two prisoners in the cell across the hall.&nbsp; Now these ladies he is much more comfortable with.&nbsp; Leaning over the rail he simply stares with a wolf's glare.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Fortress</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>auroraChloe</strong> on <strong>21-01-2010, 06:57:55</strong>
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				<strong>Prisoner, Ella Thompson<br>Cellblock CD17</strong><br><br>Ella leaned back against the unforgiving concrete wall feeling a bit lost when the cherry guard left them.&nbsp; The small tattooed blond sharing the cell with her seemed stunned "Are you ok?"&nbsp; Ella ventured to ask and got little more than a glance which left her little choice but to stand in silence.&nbsp; When she couldn't take the dry tickle in her throat any longer she went to the sink, stainless steel, like the toilet.&nbsp; Antiseptic and cold. <br><br>Catching water in a cupped hand, she was able to alleviate the thirst that had been nagging at her before dabbing at run away drops with the rolled up towel and wrinkling her nose at the heavy metallic taste the water left on her tongue.&nbsp; Turning back to find her cell-mate seemingly staring across the block - though she couldn't be sure - Ella's gaze wandered there as well.&nbsp; She swallowed hard, the tiny blond just stood smiling with her head full of braids until the other was brought back to join her, a position Ella did not envy.&nbsp; After another drink, Ella turned to find the silent girl sitting on the bottom bunk.&nbsp; <br><br>Bunk?&nbsp; That was a generous term for the slab of plastic stuck in the wall.&nbsp; Her eyes moved up the ladder, access to the top bunk. She might possibly roll right off it's narrow stretch and it was a long drop to the hard floor; a sudden stop she could do with out.&nbsp; It was a far cry from the roomy feather topped mattress she had shared with Rich.&nbsp; Sighing, she fought back the sting of tears drawing a free hand across her brow and realized the towel and tooth brush were still clutched in the other.&nbsp; Feeling a little foolish, she released her grip to set them on the upper slab before movement outside the small space caught her attention. <br><br>The other guard was back again and waiting...&nbsp; and watching.&nbsp; Walking to the cell door to wrap her fingers around the bars, Ella offered him a tentative smile.&nbsp; "Hello there.&nbsp; I umm..."&nbsp; She licked her lips, unnerved by the look in his eye.&nbsp; "I think there is something the matter with the girl in here."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Fortress</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>21-01-2010, 17:34:16</strong>
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				Amelia was about to continue talking to Kate and answer her questions when the rather uncouth male guard returned. Oh but he amused her, more than he could ever know. She wondered just how long he could last buried alive with nothing but one straw up his nose, of course she would make sure he was strapped down in the right manner. The last one managed four hours but they were not very strong.&nbsp; The killer wondered too if he would scream as she skinned him alive just as Bart had done. <br><br>“It seems we have a gentleman caller Ms Bartlett, it is so kind of him to call on us, don’t you think…but it seems he is more interested in our neighbors obviously he has other tastes…or perhaps we scare him.” A smile passed over Amelia’s “I notice he does not like to look upon us.”<br><br>She saw the other girls over in the other cell, one of them did not look very well…this place was certainly not that which she had hoped. One had to keep such things alive before they were given the correct task. Well what could one expect?<br><br>Her attentions returned to Kate then “I do hope I might help the doctor…that or help in the laundry.” Her cold eyes shone as she considered all of the possibilities of the place. “Do you think one of the girls is unwell?” Amelia said to no one in particular.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Fortress</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katy1008</strong> on <strong>21-01-2010, 21:38:12</strong>
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				<strong>Prisoner: Kate Bartlett<br>Cellblock CD08</strong><br><br><br>Kate stood up, felt her chest tighten a little and her stomach lurched. Had Dodd found out already? Was this Popov back to drag her to that damn lab? She walked over to the barred door a little hesitantly and stood a few feet to the side of Amelia. When she picked up what Amelia was saying, she couldn't help but relax a little. Popov's interest was apparently directed elsewhere this time. <br><br>Kate laughed quietly to herself at Amelia's taunting. The idea that Popov would be scared of anyone, let alone a group of women, was somewhat amusing, particularly if he had no idea of Amelia's crimes. There was no question that Amelia was a disconcerting to say the least, possibly somewhat unbalanced but that was incredibly well hidden. It was the additional information which made her someone to be scared of. But Kate didn't believe that the guards knew the details of the inmates. And so she was sure that Popov was not scared in the slightest. But the idea of winding Popov up was amusing nonetheless.<br><br>Kate followed Amelia's gaze; watched him looking into the other cell. And then as she heard Amelia's question about the other woman, her gaze moved. She shrugged a little, raised her eyebrows in a 'Who knows' manner? Kate stared intently into the opposite cell. Had they already lost one of their number? Of the woman that had been brought in with her, was one already fading? A 25% loss and this was only the first day!
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Fortress</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Misery</strong> on <strong>22-01-2010, 03:02:55</strong>
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				<strong>Guard: Aleks Popov<br>CD08</strong><br><br>Aleks was really hoping that she was talking to some else maybe someone that really cared.&nbsp; He already had enough problems to deal with let alone a new prisoner getting sick.&nbsp; He looks up and down the aisle seeing no escape from checking on the prisoner but he stands there for several minutes contemplating if he wants to help.&nbsp; He regrets that decision almost immediately.&nbsp; <br><br>The light voice of Lightfoot reaches his ears.&nbsp; He normally would not entertain the idea of striking a female prisoner simply because he doesn't like them, but he was certainly entertaining the idea with her.&nbsp; Afraid that if he confronted her he would do just that, and with Dodd wanting her, he really did not want to have to explain the mysterious bruises.&nbsp; <br><br>Looking down the hallways again hoping some one would show up but to his dismay he was on his own.&nbsp; Cursing Anzhelika for delaying he heads across the hall to CD08.&nbsp; &nbsp;As he opens the door, he growls, "Stand back from the door!"&nbsp; His eyes race back and forth between the prisoner that called him over, and the sick one.&nbsp; He wishes now that he would remember prisoner's names.&nbsp; Pointing to the prisoner that called him over and sternly, "You get over here." His manner was direct and efficient.&nbsp; As she nears him he barely gives her a second glance has he pulls her to the barred door and locks her there with his cuffs. <br><br>Able to relax slightly he checks on the other prisoner.&nbsp; He kneels next to her eyes dilated, and skin very white and clammy.&nbsp; He murmurs, "Shit"&nbsp; This isn't the first time he has seen this.&nbsp; Some bodies do not react well with the injections.&nbsp; Most if not all prisoners that get to this point don't make it.&nbsp; Unresponsive and almost comatose, he pulls his computer and sends a message to both the resident Doctor and Dodd.&nbsp; <strong>::We have a sick one. Send med team ASAP::</strong>&nbsp; Standing he shakes his head and releases the other prisoner from the door before directing her to stand further in the cell.&nbsp; Closing the door he glances at them both and before turning he says quietly to the prisoner standing there, "I suggest you make a friend.&nbsp; You are may very well be alone here." With that word of advice he goes back to waiting for Anzhelika but instead stands several cells down from the insane one. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Fortress</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katy1008</strong> on <strong>23-01-2010, 02:02:13</strong>
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				<strong>Prisoner Kate Bartlett<br>Cellblock CD08</strong><br><br><br>"Hey!" Kate could hardly believe it as she watched the son of a bitch walking away. She gripped the bars of the cell and strained a little to look down the corridor after him.<br><br>"You can't just call the help and then walk away and leave the poor girl on her own." She shifted her gaze across to the the opposite cell, and for a moment she caught the look of the prisoner who had raised the initial concern with Popov. She looked confused. Scared. Worried. Kate turned her attention back to the guard.<br><br>"Popov! What the hell are you doing? You can't just leave her." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Fortress</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Misery</strong> on <strong>23-01-2010, 08:12:00</strong>
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				<strong>Guard: Aleks Popov<br>CD08</strong><br><br>Aleks ignored the prisoner Kate.&nbsp; There was nothing more he could do, and frankly he didn't care.&nbsp; Walking briskly towards her he slams he hands against the bars of her cell just to see how far he could make her jump.&nbsp; He growls, "Stand away from the door.&nbsp; You!"&nbsp; he points to Amelia, "Stand by the mattress with hands in front of you.&nbsp; One hand is to hold the wrist of the other."&nbsp; &nbsp;Before they could fully comply he begins the process of opening the door.&nbsp; He looks at Amelia, "Seems our researcher would like to now talk with you."&nbsp; His smile promises that whatever awaits her will be less than pleasant.&nbsp; He would almost be willing to pay handsomely to just witness whatever will happen.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Fortress</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katy1008</strong> on <strong>23-01-2010, 10:44:18</strong>
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				<strong>Prisoner Kate Bartlett<br>CD08</strong><br><br>Kate couldn't help but jump a little, but she kept her grip on the bars, glaring at the man on the otherside. Slowly she began to let go but Popov was already opening the cell door. She stepped back a little. Her head snapped quickly to Amelia; there was still that hint of a smile playing around her mouth. 'How on earth did none of this seemingly bother her at all' Kater wondered to herself, but her mind was now racing. Was this something that Dodd did with all new arrivals - a personal meeting? Did she have something he wanted just like Kate did? Maybe everybody had something he wanted and that's how they finished up here. Or had Kate's actions gotten Amelia into trouble? She turned her gaze back to Popov and the glare returned, eyes blazing.<br><br>"What does he want with Ms Lightfoot? And surely you should be looking after the girl over there..." Kate vaguely pointed in the direction of the cell opposite. "...rather than playing Dodd's lap-dog. Or is that all you are around here? He says jump. You tug your forelock and say how high?" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Fortress</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>23-01-2010, 13:12:18</strong>
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				<strong>Guard Anzhelika Nikolaev<br>Prison Block CD</strong><br><br>When she got the message from Aleks, Anzhelika was just finishing her tea and unlike her male colleague, she didn't mind making people wait. So when she had finished her tea, and only then, did she stand up and walked to the cell block. When she arrived there, there was a little uproar. Aleks was pacing down the corridor, a med team came running around the corner and told Popov to open CD17 and the brunette from 08 was cursing at Aleks.<br><br>Without any warning she slammed her stick against the door of 08, shutting the woman up.<br><br>"Keep you attitude down you pathetic morsel. If there is to be any cursing it will be me or Popov but not some insignificant rat like yourself. Do you understand that?"<br><br>She assisted Aleks with securing Amelia and locked the celldoor as they left. Anzhelika glanced inside the opposite cellblock. Somehow those two girls seemed a lot more fragile than Amelia and the brunette.<br><br>"What's going on in 17?" she asked Popov when they were around the corner and on their way to deliver Amelia to Dr. Dead.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Fortress</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katy1008</strong> on <strong>23-01-2010, 23:57:37</strong>
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				<strong>Prisoner Kate Bartlett<br>CD08</strong><br><br>Kate had been so focused on Popov that she hadn't noticed the female guard's arrival. It was the first time she had seen her since Popov had escorted her and Amelia out after the Warden's 'welcome speech'. It was the sudden unexpected noise which made her jump. Fuck! but that was a loud noise; amplified by the hard concrete walls and echoing down the empty corridors. She stepped back slowly. Looking at this woman again, she wasn't entirely sure who was the bigger danger - her or Popov. Popov certainly had the physical presence, but as with Amelia, Kate had the suspicion that you would underestimate this woman at your peril. The verbal abuse was nothing. She had had worse pretty much everytime she had gone to see a client who had been remanded into police custody. No the words were nothing. But there was a look, and a confidence, and a bloody great big stick! Kate watched as they secured Amelia and escorted her out of the cell, securing her door behind them.<br><br>"Be careful Amelia." Kate wasn't entirely sure that Amelia needed any advice from her. Kate wondered whether she should have given the warning to her 'escorts' and couldn't help but smile at the thought of a 90lb girl taking both of them out... maybe Dodd too. The medical staff moving in the opposite cell drew her attention back to the here and now. She wasn't entirely sure who looked worse; the girl they were fussing over or the one who had indicated that her cell mate was unwell.<br><br>"Hey." She called over to her. "My name is Kate. How are you doing over there?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Fortress</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Misery</strong> on <strong>24-01-2010, 00:30:01</strong>
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				<strong>Guard: Aleks Popov<br>CD08</strong><br><br>Seeing that Anzhelika has decided to finally grace him with her presence, he grumbled over his shoulder, "Took your fucking time huh?"&nbsp; by the time he finished a light smile was on his face.&nbsp; "Oh and quite an entrance."&nbsp; He slams the handcuffs to her wrists with just enough force for them to lock as the came around.&nbsp; Pulling Amelia out of the cell by her arm, he looks to Kate with an unkind smile, "I will be back later to remind you just where you are."&nbsp; With his promise made, he closes the cell door.&nbsp; <br><br>Looking over to cell 17 before answering Anzhelika, he shakes his head and replies, "You know some just don't deal with the implant well.&nbsp; She was practically comatose when I saw her. She is the Doc and Dodd's problem now." Before heading out, he pulls his computer off his arm and proceeds to send Dodd a message indicating that they are on there way.&nbsp; With the message sent he proceeds to lead Amelia by her arm towards Dodd's.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Fortress</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>24-01-2010, 10:27:43</strong>
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				Amelia did not flinch she did not seem afraid at the veiled threats or the thought of going to see this Dodd gentleman. Why should she be? After all very little if anything made her fearful. “Don’t worry.” She said to Kate as she was dragged from the cell “I am sure he just wants to have an interesting conversation over a nice cup of tea. I expect he is a very respectable gentleman.” That slight smile remained on the slight woman’s lips, she even allowed a little chuckle fall from them.<br><br>The killer then looked between the two guards, “There is really no need to restrain me is there. For one reason, I have no desire to run; the other is that should you wish you can use that little device in my neck. Think about it though what could I possibly do to either of you, its obvious you both have superior strength anyway.” Her voice was delightful and polite.<br><br>She did however entertain herself with such wonderful images. It was a shame they took her collection of tongues from her…they had brought her such insight. Amelia walked as much as she was able gracefully and the look on her face was almost serene. The matter that Kate apparently was innocent might be a reason for her to be here. The matter was who needed to be punished.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Fortress</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>24-01-2010, 13:01:03</strong>
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				<br><br><strong>"I'd hate to disappoint you Leks,"</strong> she said with a smile at Aleks' comments on her entry and firmly took Amelia by the arm.<br>It surprised Anzhelika that the prisoner she had thought looked strongest, the Goth girl in CD-17 was actually the one dealing with it the worst. It was the perfect example that this facility was anything but normal and that even the strongest of prisoners could be reduced to rubble in an instant.<br><br>Then she focussed back on the girl they were escorting. Anzhelika was trained well but this woman had a point. There was no need for restrains. She was arogant enough to believe that she could handle Amelia should she try anything without using the implant or the computer or any weapon for that matter. It took her some willpower to ignore the young woman and escort her to Dodd.<br><br>When they got there and got her inside she looked around the lab. She undid the restrains on Amelia and pointed at the table<br><strong>"Lay down. Arms down aside your body, legs spread. Hurry up."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Fortress</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>24-01-2010, 13:29:29</strong>
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				Amelia stretched a little when the restraints were removed; she was still watching both guards with her cold eyes almost studying them. Because the killer knew she had to study people to see if the worthy or deserving of her art. It would take some time with these too, after all Amelia did not like mistakes…they were so messy and they spoilt her day.<br><br>Again her eyes passed over the lab and she was not perturbed by it. In fact she was not at all fearful even when her instructions were given. Amelia did exactly as she was told though she looked between the guards. “Again is this necessary, I have already had a medical, and it’s all very tedious. Or is this perhaps designed for torture.” The killer raised an eyebrow in an almost comical quizzical manner.<br><br>“And I was hoping for a nice polite chat…and a cup of tea. Still one can’t have everything. I would just rather whoever is performing it has experience after all I would not want to be bored now would I.” Her cold eyes hardly blinked as she spoke with her light almost melodic voice.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Fortress</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zorak</strong> on <strong>25-01-2010, 02:42:55</strong>
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				<strong>Scientist, Carl Dodd</strong><br><strong>Carl's Lab</strong><br><br>Carl entered from the other side of the lab, closing the door to his quarters.&nbsp; He'd arrived just as Popov and Nikolaev were completing the task of securing the all-too-relaxed Amelia to the table in the center of the room.&nbsp; They'd used the restraints already in place which held the arms alongside the body at the wrist, and the legs at the ankles, out to the bottom corners of the table.<br><br>He'd need more than that, but it was something he could handle on his own.&nbsp; Popov and Nilolaev were going to have a busy day, as another transport sub was arriving.&nbsp; He remembered the days when this was only a weekly occurrence.&nbsp; Now it wasn't strange to get more than one a day.&nbsp; In fact, most of the facility was now full, with the exception of the one block he'd pulled this girl from.<br><br>He pointed to the com-panel on the wall.&nbsp; "I can handle her from here on," he told the two.&nbsp; "It would appear we have new company that warrants your attention..."<br><br>As the two began moving towards the door, he looked down at Amelia, his expression was a practiced 'blank'.&nbsp; He moved then, and opened one of the many combination-locked cabinet doors that covered all four walls of the lab.&nbsp; This one had drawers behind it, and in them, additional restraints for the table.&nbsp; He began with one for her neck.&nbsp; "First things first, " he told his subject, "I'll just need to make sure you don't go sitting up on me."<br><br>The heavy nylon straps were designed to be fitted quickly and securely.&nbsp; This one went over her neck and secured it to the table.&nbsp; Sitting up would be impossible&nbsp; One might be able to twist ones head out from under it, but it would take time, and this was a temporary measure anyway.&nbsp; He was just getting started...
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Fortress</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>auroraChloe</strong> on <strong>25-01-2010, 05:38:27</strong>
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				<strong>Prisoner, Ella Thompson<br>Cellblock CD17</strong><br><br>The man was abrupt and had Ella shackled to the bars of the narrow doorway before she knew it, watching wide eyed as he gave the thin blond a cursory going over.&nbsp; His low curse did not escape her notice while she waited expectantly for an explanation.&nbsp; When he went for the thing on his arm, she tensed thinking he might push a button for their implants, but instead he sent a message.&nbsp; Her relief was brief as she stood deep in the cell rubbing at her wrists gently.&nbsp; <em>"I suggest you make a friend.&nbsp; You are may very well be alone here."</em><br><br>Before she was able to digest that, a medical team arrived behind another guard she'd never seen before.&nbsp; This tall burly fellow smiled at her before spinning her around and pushing until she was out of the way facing the far corner of the small cell.&nbsp; When she craned her neck to catch a glance at the medical team, he tapped her shoulder with a thick black stick and Ella curled her lips into her mouth to quiet the fearful "eep" before turning her gaze back to the blank wall, she hoped he couldn't see the trembling.&nbsp; The voices around the bunk were low and she was only able to hear reference to the implant and "never can tell" and some medical jargon. <br><br>The departing medical team pushed the 'sick' girl out on a light weight gurney as her guard said "alright then.&nbsp; You're on your own, at least for a little while."&nbsp; Ella wondered if she would get another cell mate or if this girl would recover and be brought back but the team was well away, as the guard locked her in again; the soft click of the door echoing through her.&nbsp; Moving quickly to the bars she called out to him "Hey..&nbsp; &nbsp;please..." <br><br><em>"Hey."</em> Her attention drawn across the way, Ella was relieve to see it was the dark haired woman speaking to her, the sane looking one.&nbsp; &nbsp;<em>"My name is Kate. How are you doing over there?"</em>&nbsp; <br><br>Straining to keep her voice low, she called back across the aisle.&nbsp; "My roomie had something go wrong with that thing they shot into our necks.&nbsp; A bad reaction or something.&nbsp; I guess it happens sometimes."&nbsp; Another glance down the hall as the retreating team turned a corner Ella again wondered if the girl would be back.&nbsp; Perhaps making a friend was a good idea after all.&nbsp; "uh.. " With her arm through the bars she gave the woman an awkward wave, "I'm Ella...&nbsp; and i wish i could say it's nice to meet you."<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Fortress</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Misery</strong> on <strong>25-01-2010, 06:27:46</strong>
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				<strong>Guard: Aleks Popov<br>Carl’s Lab</strong><br>Looking over to Anzhelika with a frustrated look in his eyes,&nbsp; Aleks held his tongue when Dodd mentions&nbsp; that Anzhelika and he would need to run escort again for another prisoner.&nbsp; Walking out of Dodd’s lab he looks over his shoulder to Anzhelika , “This is starting to become a pain in the ass.”&nbsp; &nbsp;The day has been far more active that he cared for.&nbsp; &nbsp;He simply wanted to stand guard and have an uneventful day.&nbsp; It felt like the company was getting sloppy with their subjects that fell sick from the testing.&nbsp; Nothing will stay a secret forever.&nbsp; At some point a bleeding heart will get in the right position and then all hell will break loose.&nbsp; Blame it on Anzhelika to fill his head with conspiracy stuff.&nbsp; <br><br>Walking next to Anzhelika he mentions, “Do you know who we are to be picking up?&nbsp; I only received a new prisoner.&nbsp; Things must be getting desperate to do an entire run for just one person if you ask me.”&nbsp; The processing and docking area just a short walk he continues, "and what do you think Dodd is planning for the freaky one there?"&nbsp; &nbsp; He knew he was asking to many questions and should consder shutting his mouth, but seemed asking the questions made him feel better.&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Fortress</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>25-01-2010, 08:49:27</strong>
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				<strong>Amelia Lightfoot, Prisoner <br>Carl Dodd’s Lab</strong><br>Still Amelia was relaxed as she was strapped down she remained so looking back at the scientist with her own cold killers eyes. She was certainly not afraid of him or at least was showing no fear. Amelia was no fool and she was sure that the man intended something he considered unpleasant for her, but it had to be remembered that many deities or children of deities had to suffer before they truly ascended.<br><br>She almost appeared to be pleased. “Sir, its very kind of me to invite you too your laboratory. Perhaps the first time you did it might have been better to discuss matters over a nice cup of tea. In a civilized manner…still I suppose one cannot expect such refinement in a place like this. I might add though as I said to the guards there is no need for restraints…perhaps it is a fetish that those that work here have?”<br><br>She paused from speaking for a moment and offered a polite smile as she considered the matters of unnecessary restraints as a final comment Amelia believed it was a good idea to mention the matter of the ‘staff in this facility. “I am afraid I find your male guard a little boorish, though both he and the female do require more study would you not say?”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Fortress</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zorak</strong> on <strong>25-01-2010, 15:07:13</strong>
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				He didn't answer her at all, but found her attitude interesting.&nbsp; She was trying very hard to appear and remain calm, despite what she thought was about to happen to her.&nbsp; He knew that the facade would crack soon, but at the moment, her lack of resistance was making it easier for him to properly secure her.<br><br>Using a pair of surgical scissors, he cut her dress from the neckline, all the way down to the bottom and pushed the cloth off to the sides and exposing the entire front of her body.&nbsp; Returning to the drawers, he removed a number of straps, and began securing her more tightly.&nbsp; The first went over her arms and across her torso, just under her breasts.&nbsp; Combined with the cuffs still holding her wrists, that would keep her arms at her sides as well as her back firmly against the table.&nbsp; Two more straps went around her thighs just above the knee and were secured to either side of the table.&nbsp; These kept her legs well secured, as well as prevented her from bringing them together in any way.<br><br>Moving back to the wall, he opened another set of doors.&nbsp; Behind these, was a cart on wheels, which he pulled out.&nbsp; It was clear that the laboratory, though apparently completely empty, save for the table and lamps above, was well stocked - the equipment was simply hidden behind the locked doors that made up all four walls of the sterile looking chamber.<br><br>He moved the cart to the table, and positioned it to her right, just behind her head.&nbsp; One at a time, he attached small electrodes to her forehead - six in all - that were connected to a device atop the cart.&nbsp; A final strap went over her head, holding the electrodes in place and securing her head to the table quite tightly.&nbsp; Once in place, he removed the strap over her neck, as that was superfluous now that her head was secured.<br><br>Another trip to the wall and a third cabinet was opened.&nbsp; This one was lined with bottles of various drugs, along with syringes, IVs and other such paraphernalia.&nbsp; He selected a bottle, and filled a syringe with the liquid inside, then returned to his subject.<br><br>"I know you like to hear yourself talk.&nbsp; You will be doing a lot of that soon, as well as making other sounds."&nbsp; He brushed her hair back, giving him access to her neck - which he swabbed with cold alcohol before jabbing in the needle, and injecting the contents.&nbsp; "So before we begin, I wonder if you know exactly why you are here..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Fortress</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>25-01-2010, 18:09:51</strong>
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				<strong>Amelia Lightfoot, Prisoner<br>The lab</strong><br><br>Still Amelia appeared untroubled by the whole affair, her near blank expression almost matched the mans though hers was somewhat more serene as was the smile that still passed across her lips. The whole undressing activity seemed pointless to, still one had to give the people their pleasure.<br><br>All of his activities were met with complete indifference, he would do what he needed to then it would be over, either she would ascend or she would return to her work on earth, thus the killer saw no need to become distressed. It was all about power it seemed, who could blame him, the situation in this place was most apparent.<br><br>Even the needle did not distress or upset the killer, neither did the electrodes, “Well yes you are right I do like to have conversation, though it appears only those incarcerated have learned the ability unless its anything to do with threats. I do hope that you are different. I must admit you have gone to a great deal of trouble for me.”<br><br>“I have absolutely no idea why you have asked me here, though it is a pleasure to be here. Please if it is your pleasure I would be interested to hear it. Though really all this paraphernalia …is a little too much don’t you think?”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Fortress</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zorak</strong> on <strong>25-01-2010, 20:32:07</strong>
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				<strong>Scientist, Carl Dodd</strong><br><strong>Carl's Lab</strong><br><br>Carl wondered how much this woman would be able to continue her little act once the drug kicked in, and her... treatment... began.&nbsp; He'd injected a good quantity of an experimental drug based on benzodiazepine.&nbsp; It wasn't as strong a sedative as the drugs it was based on, but it had the effect of weakening concentration and causing mild confusion.&nbsp; Gen-Tech was planning to sell it to the government as a "truth serum", though it hadn't proved out.&nbsp; It seemed to do a better job of weakening the thought processes and making the subject more susceptible to suggestion.&nbsp; Of course, in its own way, that could be used to drive out the truth - but there were better ways, and the government wasn't buying.<br><br>"Little lady..." he told her "All 'this' will be more than necessary in a short time.&nbsp; I'm sure you'll agree.&nbsp; But to be honest, I am going through a good deal of trouble for you.&nbsp; But it's purely by necessity...&nbsp; You see... I have a job for you..."<br><br>He opened another cabinet and removed another cart.&nbsp; This was one of his own design - he'd used it a number of times in the past, though, hardly for the purpose to which he would employ it today.&nbsp; This one he positioned near the other, but at the center of the table - a jumble of wires hung from it's side.&nbsp; He started with the grounds - two round pads about an inch in diameter each.&nbsp; They were self adhesive, attached to green colored wires, and he put them on her belly to either side of her navel.<br><br>The next two, a red and black wire, ended in medium sized alligator clips.&nbsp; He attached one to each of her nipples being certain they gripped most securely...
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Fortress</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katy1008</strong> on <strong>25-01-2010, 20:57:16</strong>
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				<strong><strong>Prisoner Kate Bartlett<br>Cellblock CD08</strong></strong><br><br>Kate smiled and pushing her arms through the bars she rested herself against them.<br>'I know what you mean. But you know what? My dad always says you got try and look for the positive in every situation.Of course, Im pretty sure he didn't have this kind of shit hole in mind when he said that, but..." She shrugged and her smile broadened. <br><br>Compared to her own room-mate, Ella looked relatively 'normal'. But Kate knew enough not to take things on appearances. Who would have thought someone who looked as sweet and innocent as Amelia was a multiple killer? The only thing that really made you think she was a little detached from reality was the fact that she didn't appear to have anything other than a pleasurable reaction to the circumstances in which she now found herself. Ella on the other hand clearly knew she was in trouble and she looked like someone trying to hide the fact that she knew it. Kate had seen it before in some of the clients she had and she didn't think Ella was trying to intentionally create some impression of vulnerability - why the hell would you need to do that in here? So, maybe Ella was exactly what she seemed. <br><br>Kate's smiled disappeared. "Did you guys get a chance to talk at all? Did you find out her name? That... meathead... that took Amelia... I heard him say something about it being the implants..." Kate's hand moved unconciously to the back of her neck. "... not always... that people don't always react well to them... physcially. Like you say, it's hardly surprising really. To be honest, if I think about it too much, Im not sure Im gonna react too well... mentally. Its been a hell of a day huh?"<br><br>Kate let her head drop forward a little, resting on the bars and she closed her eyes. Could anyone possibly imagine how much one's reality could change in one day? Her mind drifted a little and she wondered how Amelia was doing? Was she getting her conversation over a nice cup of tea? Kate wasn't so sure? As a little panic and fear began to fester inside her at the prospect of her next conversation with Dodd, she shook her head, stopped her mind wandering any deeper and opened her eyes. She looked back towards the opposite cell and forced a slight smile back onto her face. "So, how come you wound up in here?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Fortress</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>25-01-2010, 22:19:16</strong>
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				<strong>Guard Anzhelika Nikolaev<br>Carl's lab - Enroute to docking station</strong><br><br>"Have a nice day yourself," Anzhelika sneered at Dodd as her and Aleks left the lab and closed the door.<br>"If I had one I'd tell that thick bastard to suck my dick."<br><br>She slowly regained herself at the steady but firm pace they walked in and turned her attention back to Aleks. <br>"Well you know what they say Leks. There is no rest for the wicked, I just wish they would give us some rest."<br><br>It was indeed odd to have a submarine dock for one prisoner, especially since the other blocks were all full. The new prisoner would have to be put in a cell alone in the block of the girls.<br>"Fuck me Aleks I know nothing about it. Dodd seems to see you as the main guard or he's just a fucking racist who thinks women should serve under men. I never get info but seeing how everybody is probably off, this new prisoner needs to get 'welcomed' by us."<br><br>With that she meant that all the procedures of undressing the prisoner, attaching the chip and the welcome talk would have to be done by Popov and her. Something she didn't look forward to at all. Anzhelika was agitated as she wanted to bring a visit to the girls to at least give them a little comfort but with this new prisoner things were getting really tight on her schedule. Most likely the lights went out immediately after the new one was locked in and she did feel the strain of the day already.<br><br>"I don't know what he does to her, but if I were him, I'd torture that bitch until she was begging me to rape her, than rape her and throw her in solitary until she begged me again and again and again. What's it with you asking questions anyway. Weren't you the one who was being paid not to think?"<br><br>She was rather tall herself but Aleks was one of the few men she actually looked up too. Both literally and figurative. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Fortress</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Misery</strong> on <strong>26-01-2010, 04:01:35</strong>
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				<strong>Guard Aleks Popv<br>Carl's lab - Enroute to docking station</strong><br><br>Aleks could not help but laugh and shake his head, "Damn why don't you tell him what you really think. Shit."&nbsp; &nbsp;At least he wasn't the only one that felt like they were taking one for the team here.&nbsp; <br><br>His mind wanders on her comment on no rest for the wicked.&nbsp; <em>Oh I am only getting started</em> he thinks to himself but chooses not to share that though.&nbsp; Instead he murmurs to Anzhelika with a dark smile, "Who the hell did we piss off for this?"&nbsp; &nbsp;His thoughts turn questioning again.&nbsp; Getting lost in thought he only hears part of what she says.&nbsp; "Me?! the only thing I am is his fucking bitch.&nbsp; He yells jump and I asking how fucking high?&nbsp; I don't know anything other than I take girls into his lab and half the time I bring out babbling idiots."&nbsp; <br><br>A faint smile crosses his lips as she goes on about how she would deal with the likes of the freak.&nbsp; He rather liked the thought of her being one of those babbling idiots.&nbsp; Although the rape was enticing but he left that simply as a thought in a dark corner of his mind.&nbsp; "I don't know all this shit has got me thinking more than I should.&nbsp; You know me and thinking, like oil and water.&nbsp; Doesn't mix."&nbsp; <br><br>Quickly changing the subject.&nbsp; "When we get this bastard off the sub, how 'bout you read him the welcome speech and I welcome him more personally?"<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Fortress</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Merdoroli</strong> on <strong>26-01-2010, 05:27:51</strong>
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				Atreyu groaned as his eyes fluttered open. "Oh. God. What happened?" he asked no one in particular, not remembering where he was or what had happened for a minute. Then the pain in his wrists reached his brain and he started to remember. He was hanging limp from his wrists that were attached to the ceiling of the sub going to prison. He'd been caught and he was screwed. He stood up with another groan, taking the weight off his hands with were hurting like all hell. He was surprised to find one eye wouldn't open all the way and it was then he remembered it all. One of the bastard guards had thought he was complaining too much when they loaded him so they had whacked him upside the head with the butt of their gun and knocked him right out. <br><br>"Bastard." Atreyu muttered under his breath as he looked around, the blow has hit him right under his left eye and it'd nearly swollen shut. He could hardly see through it now and he feared it's only get worse without some ice.That wasn't good, the heat spectrum eye was fun and all but basically worthless in his opinion. He needed his other eye to do almost everything.<br><br>He looked around at the sub, seeing past the cold metal to the driver in front of him, the fished out and the prison coming up. It was easy to spot, the facility was much warmer than the surrounding water. He watched the sub dock and felt the jarring of the sub as it happened. "God dammit" He muttered, less happy with the situation by the second.<br><br>Atreyu felt the cuffs on his wrists start pullin' him forward and new this was the end of the line, he was in prison for life and there'd be no escape till the day he died. He pulled on the cuffs slightly but he wasn't ever very strong and the cuffs didn't even slow down. He sighed as he gave in to his fate and stopped struggling. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Fortress</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>26-01-2010, 13:11:39</strong>
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				<br>Again Amelia just watched the man still cool and calm, why would she fight, this was obviously part of her learning curve on the way to ascension. If it turned out to be false then there would be suffering in this place as was right….as was <em>her</em> right. If this scientist did not know who she really was…he soon would.<br><br>Again there was no flinching as other equipment was attached to her, even the clips upon her nipples caused very little reaction to that calm angelic face. She sighed a little though. “I am most privileged it seems Sir, for all this trouble, I can’t imagine why though.” A smile passed her lips again. Perhaps he did in fact know who she really was.<br><br>“So this …job? I of course I am assuming its not cleaning the lavatories, or helping with the Women’s Institute jam stall, or whist drive.” Her voice remained innocent. She even widened her eyes it was hard to believe the horrible crimes she had been accused and convicted of. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Fortress</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zorak</strong> on <strong>26-01-2010, 15:53:25</strong>
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				<strong> Scientist, Carl Dodd</strong><br><strong> Carl's Lab </strong><br><br>Carl took a moment then, to put on a pair of latex gloves before taking up the 2nd set of black and red wires - these too ending in alligator clips.&nbsp; He attached them to her pussy lips, left and right.<br><br>Her attitude throughout the processes was bizarre.&nbsp; But then, this woman was a serial killer so her behavior, though unexpected, was clearly due to a very deep psychosis.&nbsp; Had he cared one bit about it, he might have thought to spend more time talking to her, but at the moment his only reason for conversation with her was to pass the time while he made preparations for the first step in what he hoped to be a successful conditioning program.<br><br>There were two more leads remaining, another black and another red.&nbsp; the ends lead to a metal cylinder with rounded ends about one inch in diameter and about 2 1/2 to 3 inches long.&nbsp; He put some gel on it - a combination lubricant and conductant - then unceremoniously pushed it up into her vagina.<br><br>He checked her pupils with a flashlight, if the drug wasn't working yet, he would expect to see some evidence of it soon.&nbsp; Turning back towards the drawers, he removed a pair of odd looking devices - They looked like metal rings with some sort of mechanism attached.<br><br>"There," he said, only partly to her, but mostly just to himself.&nbsp; "Just a few more items, and we'll be ready to start our little game..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Fortress</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>27-01-2010, 15:35:04</strong>
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				<strong>Amelia Lightfoot: Prisoner<br>The Lab</strong><br><br>Amelia still remained calm she watched all the processes and took in the equipment that he was using, as well as watching the man himself, She did not flinch or struggle in fact the killer perhaps took some perverse delight in deciding on what punishment if any would be fitting for this man. Already there was a number of idea’s but of course like the guards Amelia had to be completely sure on the correct manner of the lessons he must learn.<br><br>There was no reaction as he fastened the other clips to her pussy lips and even less when he inserted the item into her vagina. It appeared though that the killer was unlikely to have been sexually active. If she had it was rare.<br><br>“Games you say, now that sounds most intriguing. I again am assuming that this is not chess or go, which is rather a shame. Might I ask you a question…do you have a problem with your sexuality? I mean all this equipment is…well…” There was a sigh “I find these shows of power a little tedious, still I am sure you have your reasons. We all have our reasons don’t we.” Her cold eyes met his.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Fortress</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zorak</strong> on <strong>27-01-2010, 15:57:40</strong>
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				<strong>Scientist, Carl Dodd</strong><br><strong>Carl's Lab</strong><br><br>Carl almost laughed at her complete lack of understanding with respect to his activities.&nbsp; She thought he was trying to exercise "control" over her.&nbsp; Well, he was, just not in the way she thought - but he answered her last question with a smile, "Yes, we do."<br><br>The rings, he placed into her eyes.&nbsp; It forced the lids to remain open.&nbsp; Whatever her eyes were directed at, she would see.&nbsp; At the moment, they were just looking at the overhead lights, which he now moved into position.<br><br>One of the lamps was not connected to the others - smaller - he moved it closer, and turned it on briefly to ensure it aimed directly at her now forced-open eyes.&nbsp; He left it off, however, choosing instead to return to the cart and the device connected to her body.&nbsp; The display from her forehead monitor showed a fairly even waveform.&nbsp; He turned a couple of dials, operated a couple of switches, and sent a strong pulse of electricity through the wires leading to her breasts...
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Fortress</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>auroraChloe</strong> on <strong>27-01-2010, 19:30:04</strong>
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				<strong>Prisoner, Ella Thompson<br>Cellblock CD17</strong><br><br>The young woman didn't think she would find a silver lining anytime soon, still she was able to smile drawing from the other woman's seeming confidence.&nbsp; It had been a while since anyone apart from the state appointed lawyer even spoke to her outside of grunts and commands so this conversation was a pleasure of sorts.&nbsp; "My Dad sure didn't either."&nbsp; The smile faltered with a quick sting of tears, the memory of her broken hearted father in the courtroom still raw.&nbsp; Swallowing a hard lump, Ella brought her attention back to Kate.&nbsp; "Yeah, a hell of a day..." <br>&nbsp;<br>Loosening a hand from the bar, she wondered about delayed reactions as her fingers slipped under her hair to touch the still tender spot at the back of her neck .&nbsp; "... and she didn't say a word that i got to hear...&nbsp; and Anzhahh... Anzhahhleeka didn't ever say our names."&nbsp; Helpless, Ella felt a strange twinge of guilt at being unable to name the girl and unsure if she'd even be seen again.&nbsp; Though there was no envy over Kate's peculiar cellmate, the prospect of being alone wasn't so appealing either.&nbsp; Always well loved and cared for, even Rich had kept her in a pampered cocoon, she had never been on her own.&nbsp; Suddenly the short distance between their cells felt like a saving grace, a sliver of silver.&nbsp; <br>&nbsp;<br>"I wound up here...&nbsp; by mistake."&nbsp; She was sure all prisoners said that, but in Ella's case, everyone knew the truth of it; her lawyer, the police, the judge.&nbsp; Expecting to see doubt in the woman's eyes, she sighed remembering that she couldn't turn on Rich if she had wanted to.&nbsp; She was kept in the dark about his dealings and knew nothing more than that they smoked a little weed and had a few parties over the two years she'd been with him.&nbsp; <br>&nbsp;<br>"I mean the drugs were there .. in my car..&nbsp; but they weren't mine.&nbsp; I know it sounds lame...&nbsp; "&nbsp; The prosecution had hoped to press him into some sort of confession to 'lighten' her sentence.&nbsp; With the gun coming into evidence the stakes got higher and at the last minute Rich backed out of the deal claiming the gun was a plant.&nbsp; Unbeknown to Ella the physical she received recording and reporting her perfect health was not standard practice and soon after her trial was rushed to completion, her sentence to a corporation owned prison a shock to everyone.<br>&nbsp;<br>"The police said they were my boyfriend's and he could save me, but i don't know... "&nbsp; Chewing at her lip Ella's blue eyes clouded with the memory of his forelorn apology in the courtroom as they took her away after the sentencing.&nbsp; "It all happened so fast...&nbsp; &nbsp;"&nbsp; Pausing to take a deep breath, she looked directly into the others eyes, "I can believe the drugs were his, but the gun... I don't know.&nbsp; There was an evidence mix up so it came late into the trial and...&nbsp; Rich..&nbsp; he was loving and... fun loving."&nbsp; The memory of her lover and the life they shared softend her expression only briefly; reality wasn't allowing for sentimentality.&nbsp; "i know he lied about the drug dealing stuff, but... i just can't believe he used a gun.&nbsp; ever."&nbsp; <br>&nbsp;<br>Unknown to Ella and the police Rich did have a gun secreted away in his home, he dealt with some serious players in the drug world after all and some of them knew where he lived, but the gun 'found' in her car was not his at all.&nbsp; He wondered why they bothered planting a gun when there was a 'no tolerance' drug law already in place.&nbsp; When Ella was taken into police custody one guard took particular note of her youth and health and made a call.&nbsp; The girl would do time regardless how deep her involvement was so the spotter was more than willing to make a bit of money off her tragic circumstances.&nbsp; The gun was to ensure a long enough sentence to qualify her for corporate prison.&nbsp; Hello Gen-Tech.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Fortress</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katy1008</strong> on <strong>28-01-2010, 11:48:54</strong>
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				<strong>Prisoner Kate Bartlett<br>Cellblock CD08</strong><br><br>It was a story Kate had heard before. Even if it had only been related to her personally by the 'victcim' once or twice, she had heard similar stories retold to her through other defense attorneys. Kate listened, noting the changing expressions on the girl's face. Either she was a very good actress or... she was indeed exactly what she seemed. Kate didn't say anything as Ella relayed her pityful tale other than to note that "There seems to have been quite a few mistakes made recently". <br><br>Maybe this guy Rich was exactly what she had always thought him to be; maybe he was a complete shit. Either way it didn't matter. Telling Ella that maybe the guy wasn't the white knight she thought certainly wouldn't make her feel any better. And maybe, it was just his own fear that had made him keep his mouth shut when he'd had the opportunity to help her out, take the heat on her behalf. Maybe his lawyer had told him that there would be nothing gained. That's what Kate would have told him. Ella had the drugs in her possession; she had the gun in her possession. Had there been no gun, his confession might have gone a long way to helping her, but nothing that he could say would have affected the outcome for her, once they had found the gun.&nbsp; Had she been Ella's lawyer, the late arrival of the gun into evidence would have been the thing to challenge. Even on the few facts that Ella had relayed, that sounded deeply suspicious. But again, telling Ella what should have happened, telling her what might have been wasn't going to change where she was now and would possibly only make her feel a lot worse.<br><br>"Look, you don't know me from Adam. We've had half a conversation and the idea right now that any of us are gonna trust anyone ever again is almost unimaginable. But, from what I've been told... the trick is to *think* your way think your way through this... up here." She lifted her left hand, brought it to her temple and tapped against the side of her head with her forefinger. "Dont get me wrong. Except for a couple of speeding tickets, I've never broken a law in my life and up until today my only experience with the... state's hospitality... has been as a visitor. But one thing I did learn is that you gotta get your head in the right place, otherwise you're gonna drive yourself insane. Dont think about the things you had, about the people you loved, as things that you've lost."&nbsp; Kate could feel the pricking sensation at the back of her eyes; she clenched her jaw, closed her eyes for a moment and shook her head just a little before looking back at Ella. She forced a smile onto her face. "Either forget about them or...or use them. Somewhere you can escape to... in your head. Close out all this crap and just... take yourself back to something good and warm and decent." Kate suddenly laughed and she felt her eyes glass over but not enough for a tear to fall. "Actually doing it of course might be somewhat more difficult than talking about doing it. And Im not sure that the half dozen or so people who told me that that was the 'trick' ever found themselves in a place like this. But... thinking about what I've lost, and about what should have been... about how this should *never* have been allowed to happen... That's just going to make me feel sorry for myself and it's not going to help." Kate sniffed, stood up, and brought her hands to the bars, gripping them firmly. "They can tell me a million times that I "<em>am the property of Gen-Tech</em>" but if I don't believe it, then its not true. They can tell me again and again that who I am... what I am... that that person doesn't exist any more. That "that's who I *was*... that's what I *was*... but if I refuse to accept that... in my head... they can't make it true." The broad smile appear again and Kate chuckled. "That's the theory anyway. Could be complete bullshit. But... well it seems to be working for my cellmate - she certainly isn't seeing this place in the same way we are... her head is *definitely* somewhere else!" Kate cast a look along the corridor down which Amelia had been led and wondered... for a moment... before stopping herself again. She looked back to Ella and shrugged. "Certainly no harm in trying it, huh?"&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Fortress</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>28-01-2010, 12:30:49</strong>
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				<strong>Amelia Lightfoot: Prisoner<br>The Lab</strong><br><br>It was not entirely easy to tell if the drugs were working, yes she was more relaxed perhaps but the woman’s focus appeared to remain. She did try to blink at the somewhat bright lights but that of course was a very natural reaction under the circumstances. This man was relatively interesting considering he was just human. He deserved more study than some of the others. However even though Amelia was restrained and in such a compromising position, she still believed she was far higher on the food chain. <br><br>“Those lights are a little bright Sir but we all must endure I suppose.” Her voice was perhaps a little changed, but it still had a relatively crisp quality, but that could have been due to her accent. <br><br>Her body did briefly react to the shock to her breasts and her brain obviously noted it, but it appeared to be more of irritancy or a distraction than anything else. “I am sure you are a busy man, can we just get on with this. Much as I like games this one is more than a little tiresome. Out with it…what is the job you want me to do.” <br><br>Amelia may well have been strapped and drugged but in her own mind she was still the one in power. <br>
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				Post by: <strong>Zorak</strong> on <strong>28-01-2010, 16:10:48</strong>
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				<strong>Scientist, Carl Dodd</strong><br><strong>Carl's Lab</strong><br><br>He just ignored her comments completely, noticing only the slight change in her speaking patterns.&nbsp; He didn't have the lights turned up bright yet, but once everything was ready, they would be.&nbsp; This was the part of the activity he was actually looking forward to - he was curious about this woman, and her attitude.&nbsp; Everyone had a breaking point, that was fact.&nbsp; What hers was, is what was going to find its way into his notebook.<br><br>The shock he gave her caused her to move, but she didn't seem to find it all that distressful.&nbsp; He wrote down the voltage to note his starting point, and decided - based upon her initial response - to begin the test by doubling the voltage.&nbsp; He adjusted the machine accordingly, then sent another jolt to her breasts - his eyes carefully watching her response. <br><br>Her body would tell him what she felt - even if her mouth didn't.&nbsp; But sooner or later, she'd loose her fine control, and that was something that Carl was looking forward to seeing...
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Fortress</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>30-01-2010, 09:39:52</strong>
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				<strong>Guard Anzhelika Nikolaev<br>En route to docking station</strong><br><br><br>"How about we give him the welcome speech en route to the processing facility? We get him or her chipped up and you get to 'welcome' him or her all you like. I want to check on the girls."<br><br>Quickly they walked to the sub station and sighed when she saw the prisoner was a male. A beaten up one.<br><br>"Oh great, seems like the introductions have already been made," she hissed at the submarine guards as she took over the prisoner. The submarine guards weren't known for their great control of temper and this was the proof of that once again.<br><br>"Alright mister. Welcome to Gen-Tech. You are now property of the corporation. I'm miss and this here is mister," she said pointing to Aleks. She was so much better at this whole welcome speech thingy than the warden was. <br>"Mister will give you a short tour around the facility after you are processed. Please take off all your clothing and follow us."<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Fortress</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Misery</strong> on <strong>31-01-2010, 10:39:07</strong>
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				<strong>Guard Aleks Popov<br>Docking Station</strong><br><br><br>With a knowing grin, "I am sure you simply want to check on them."&nbsp; Shaking his head as he walks into the processing facility his smile grin slowly turns to a frown when he sees the condition of the new prisoner.&nbsp; <br><br>Looking at her, "Damn those guys need to learn to control their fucking temper some. Bastards!&nbsp; What the hell can I do with this?"&nbsp; Still pissed off he stands there with a stone look on his face as she finishes with the welcome speech.&nbsp; He notes it was a hell of a lot butter than the warden had done earlier in the day and much shorter.&nbsp; <br><br>Unsatisfied at how fast the prisoner was moving, although with his sour mood there would be no satisfying him at this point.&nbsp; He grabs the prisoners arm and drags him bodily to the table and ripped any remaining clothing from his body.&nbsp; Aleks pulls the restraining straps to the point they are visibly digging into his skin.&nbsp; Satisfied they were excruciatingly tight he leans down to whisper in his ear, “You will learn fast that when one of us guards tell you to do something you will do it and do it quickly.”&nbsp; Stepping back as the enormous needle injects the control implant. <br>&nbsp;<br>Releasing the restraints he throws the prisoner his drab gray pants and shirt with directions to dress quickly.&nbsp; The look in his eyes spoke clearly to the prisoner that if he did not move fast enough there would be waiting punishment. While the prisoner dressed he says, “What you were implanted with was a control chip.&nbsp; We can easily cause pain, or kill you with a push of the button.&nbsp; As we walk to your assigned cell you will see lines painted on the floor, cross them and die.”&nbsp; With the niceties out of the way he restrains the prisoners hands and grabs him firmly by the arm and leads him out of the processing center. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Fortress</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Merdoroli</strong> on <strong>31-01-2010, 22:54:45</strong>
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				"If he's mister then why'd you call me mister?" Atreyu asked the woman who'd labeled herself miss. He was glad she'd labeled them that way though, he had trouble telling gender with his right eye, well, when people were facing him he had trouble. Pretty easy to tell a girl from a boy when you're looking from the side but when looking straight at them he had no way of telling if either of them had breasts or dicks. <br><br>"Wait what? My clothes? But I like my clothes." He complained shortly, hoping for one of them to say something about why he needed to take his clothes off, but instead 'mister' just ripped his clothes off and tied him to a table. Atreyu didn't fight the pull, there wasn't a point, he could easily tell 'mister' was way stronger than himself but he did pull on and test the bonds after he was sat there, wondering why he'd been tied up so tightly, and naked. He opened his mouth to voice just such a question when the needle stabbed him causing his question to be replaced by, "Ow! What the hell was that for?!"<br><br>He was glad to be back off the table as he got untied and even more glad to be told to get dressed, he didn't like being naked. The getting hit with something soft thing had confused him until he got the instruction to dress. Then he put two and two together, bent down to root around for his clothes, and started dressing slowly, like a blind person. Mainly because he couldn't see the clothes at all, they didn't have any heat and were thereby invisible to him. So too was 'misters' glare that told him to hurry it up. When warned of the lines of paint on the floor Atreyu froze, "Wait what? Painted lines? What if you can't see the lines?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Fortress</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>01-02-2010, 11:49:45</strong>
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				<strong>Amelia Lightfoot: Prisoner<br>The Lab</strong><br><br>&nbsp;Amelia just lay there her cold eyes remaining on her torturer at least as much as she was able too from her position and the drugs. Still the young woman was calm, as if her mind was completely elsewhere. She had believed that here she must finish her journey into hell in order to bring her earthly father back. Perhaps she did, yet things were moving far more quickly it seemed. Yes her incarceration was making that happen. <br><br>Already the killer had been studying those around her here and those just in passing. Everything really did have to be right and done in the right order. None of these people realized just how meticulous she was.<br><br>She remained silent; it seemed this man did not listen even if her heard. The woman’s body jolted slightly as it would under the circumstances. Her brain registered the shock but again there was little reaction there. Did he not understand Amelia had died before and been reborn, that she had survived much because of who she was. This was nothing more than irritation.<br><br>After some time she spoke again, “Can we not just get to the matter at hand, and forgo the pleasantries.” <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Fortress</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zorak</strong> on <strong>03-02-2010, 20:18:39</strong>
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				<strong>Scientist, Carl Dodd</strong><br><strong>Carl's Lab</strong><br><br>Carl made a few notes, watching the readings that came from the device that monitored her brainwaves.&nbsp; His subject was accustomed to pain, apparently, or had a fairly high threshold.&nbsp; It was nothing he hadn't seen before, and the drug was likely having an effect on her as well - but he always started things with lowest intensity first, as it made tuning things easier if he had a baseline.&nbsp; Still, the shock was causing muscle contractions only, and perhaps a slight sting.&nbsp; He turned the intensity up again, again doubling the currently set voltage.<br><br>The device had enough power in it to actually cause death, though he'd never go near that level - at least not without a reason.&nbsp; She was still speaking, apparently an attempt to unnerve him, or more likely, focus her own attentions away from what he was doing to her.&nbsp; She likely expected him to become impatient and begin beating her - perhaps even, she was hoping he'd kill her.&nbsp; Today wasn't her day for either, though.<br><br>He pushed the control button, and sent another, significantly more powerful, jolt into her nipples.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Fortress</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katy1008</strong> on <strong>04-02-2010, 11:42:31</strong>
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				<strong>Prisoner Kate Bartlett<br>Cellblock CD08</strong><br><br>Ella had been silent for a while. Kate finally decided that she wasn't going to say anything - that maybe she was lost in her own memories. <br>She looked around the cell for a moment. It didn't take long to realize that it was little more than a white box. There was nothing with which one might occupy oneself.&nbsp; She climbed onto her bunk, lay down and stared up at the ceiling.<br>'So this was it! Life from now on! Nothing more than existence in isolation." She sighed deeply and closed her eyes.
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				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>04-02-2010, 14:46:11</strong>
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				<strong>Amelia Lightfoot: Prisoner<br>The Lab</strong><br><br>Amelia’s mind was elsewhere now, she had studied enough of the room and though this doctor certainly needed more study, he was making it a little difficult, with his distractions. He was an interesting subject none the less. So very interesting… The killer did wonder how many he had damaged or even hurt in the name of his false god, for indeed she was sure that this man did not truly understand faith as she did. Yet then so few did.<br><br>Of course her slim body jolted with the shock for it was a physical reaction to such an intense experience. It did register on her brain patters too. Still there was no reaction in her eyes, neither did she cry out or scream. As the gentleman did not appear to want to talk Amelia was then silent, instead she concentrated on more pressing matters, first she needed to find about her those close to her vicinity. Yes they had to be studied first then her investigations needed to be taken further. The woman Kate would give her the false witness, she would tell her…but that was for later, still at least the killer would have a name.<br><br>Amelia lay there still impassive. Whatever was happening in her head or body appeared unreadable. If she felt pain it did not show.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Fortress</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>04-02-2010, 21:40:19</strong>
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				<strong>Guard Anzhelika Nikolaev<br>Escorting Prisoner</strong><br><br><br>Anzelika yanked his arm back roughly.<br><strong>"Next time you're trying to be smart remember who it is you're talking too. I can make you blind and suffer like you can not imagine with a single push on a button. Be smart and shut up."</strong><br><br>She rolled her eyes and looked at Aleks.<br><strong>"Secondly, if you cannot see the lines you are probably not worth living and you are better off dead."</strong><br><br>With that she left Aleks and the new prisoner for their little tour around the facility and she made her way to the other new prisoners. When she got there she found Ella lying on her bunk and Kate on the other side just sitting there. Carefully she unlocked the door of Ella's cell and stepped inside.<br><br><strong>"Don't get up. I'm just here to check on you. I heard about your cellmate.... I'm not sure if you want to hear it but... most of them don't make it out of the comatose state."</strong><br>Then she stepped inside fully and laid a hand on Ella's arm and slid a chocolate bar under her pillow with the free hand.<br><br><strong>"I'm not your enemy... remember that."</strong><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Fortress</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>auroraChloe</strong> on <strong>05-02-2010, 05:45:16</strong>
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				<strong>Prisoner, Ella Thompson<br>Cellblock CD17</strong><br><br><br>Kate's words had turned her thoughts inward, still hearing but finding her 'something good and warm'.&nbsp; It was a trick and Ella wondered why she couldn't stay there all the time, in that someplace that wasn't here, wasn't Gen-Tech.&nbsp; The answer to that came when she realized how lost she got in that someplace.&nbsp; The bars across the aisle were empty and for a moment Ella's heart skipped with fear until gripping the bars on her own door and straining to see into the narrow space she made out Kate's form on the top bunk.&nbsp; Relaxing the white knuckle hold and she stepped backed into the space behind her. <br><br>Top bunk was as good choice as any, though the ladder up was awkward;&nbsp; it would not be a fun drop if it ever came to that, but it was harder to get to.&nbsp; She lay on her side with her bare feet nearest the cell door, for some reason it felt safer to her.&nbsp; After tugging the plain gray dress down as far as she could, Ella lay with a hand under her cheek and tried not to drift back to that safe, warm place that wasn't any where near Gen-Tech.&nbsp; It wouldn't do to zombie out like that too often. <br><br>In the quiet cell block she heard the small group's approach.&nbsp; This was probably the woman with the permanent smile. They had taken everyone else away today so when the colorful guard showed up at her cell door the young woman tried not to look afraid.&nbsp; Then with her palm warm against Ella's arm, the woman's kindness was both welcome and unsettling.&nbsp; Blinking quickly to keep the sting of grateful tears at bay, her gaze from the top bunk level with the guard's she spoke slowly and softly stressing the ZH <strong>" Thank you, AnZHelika...&nbsp; &nbsp;are... are you hear to take me away now?"</strong> Ella swallowed hard, dreading the answer.&nbsp; &nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Fortress</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Misery</strong> on <strong>06-02-2010, 09:20:41</strong>
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				<br><strong>Guard Aleks Popov<br>Escorting Prisoner to Cell</strong><br><br>Aleks gives head a shake as he watches Anzelika walk away.&nbsp; With a smile on his face he looks over at the prisoner left with him, “I don’t know what the fuck you can see and really don’t give a shit.&nbsp; If you are unable to see the red lines then you have a problem that you need to figure out.”&nbsp; With that he jerked roughly the prisoners arm and proceeded to walk him briskly to his cell.&nbsp; Aleks didn’t feel the need to explain the lay out of the building.&nbsp; As far as he was concerned if the bastard can’t see there is no sense wasting breath explaining where everything was.&nbsp; <br><br>Giving the prisoner another hard jerk to motivate him to move a little faster, unsatisfied he adds, “Get your fucking feet moving, damn is it that hard?”&nbsp; Walking faster almost dragging the prisoner at this point, he grows nearer to his cell.&nbsp; Walking past the two female prisoners cell he notes Anzelika is sweetening up the female prisoner that had the sick cellmate.&nbsp; He makes a note to start remembering some of the names just to differentiate from one prisoner to another.&nbsp; <br><br>Arriving at cell CD05 he slams the new prisoner hard against the wall as he enters the code and biometrics necessary to open the door.&nbsp; Looking over at the man in front of him and turns looking at the rest of the cells filled with women.&nbsp; “What the hell are you to be here with all these females?&nbsp; You some freak?” he shakes his head, “With how today has been, it would not surprise me.”&nbsp; &nbsp;Grabbing the prisoner bodily he throws him roughly into his cell.&nbsp; “Welcome to your room in hell.” He gives one the male prisoner toothy smile before slamming the cell.<br><br>Finally , able to head back to his own quarters, passing the two new female prisoners, without the weird one around, he lingers for a few moments before picking up his pace to head back to his rooms.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Fortress</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Merdoroli</strong> on <strong>08-02-2010, 04:33:31</strong>
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				"Yah well you try seeing in heat vision for a day, then we'll see if you're in such a hurry to walk when a red damned line could be anywhere." Atreyu was going slow because he was staring at the ground trying to find some indication of a red line, terrified he'd be walking, cross a line, and suddenly die. It wasn't quiet the way he wanted to go out. <br><br>When he got to the cell he felt like a blind man, it's mighty hard to see a cot with heat vision, he in fact had the wrong wall entirely at first. The toilet and sink were a bit easier to notice as the pipes running to them were lit up. He nearly hurt his foot walking past the seat for the desk, he hadn't expected that to be in there and it surprised him completely. He was glad to at least know his surroundings though, and know he could walk around freely without fear of death.<br><br>He sat down on his cot and sighed before wondering if his shirt would make a good ice pack if he took it off and found some way to hold a bit of cold water in it. He nearly did it, thinking whatever it took to get the swelling on his eye down as soon as possible was well worth it but then stopped, thinking better, the system probably had rules against him walking around shirtless while he used his shirt as an ice pack and he didn't need to get into any trouble on his first day. So he laid back and sighed, wondering what came next.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Fortress</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zorak</strong> on <strong>09-02-2010, 19:02:56</strong>
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				<strong>Scientist, Carl Dodd</strong><br><strong>Carl's Lab</strong><br><br><br>He watched his subject with interest.&nbsp; The signals her brain was receiving were sufficient for his needs, despite her refusal to cry out.&nbsp; At this point, most of his subjects would have let out a slight yelp, or given a sharp intake of breath.&nbsp; The voltage he was sending wasn't sufficient for 'torture', which was not his immediate intent - though what he had in mind for the girl would work either way.&nbsp; But her resistance interested him, so instead of leaving things as they were, he decided he'd entertain himself with a little experimentation along the way.<br><br>He adjusted the dials on the remaining connections up to eight times higher than his test position - for the average woman, this would have them screaming and thrashing about so loudly, they'd loose their voices within a half hour and have nasty bruises at all the restraint points.&nbsp; The ones leading to her breasts and pussy lips would send painful jolts, while the probe inside her vagina would send out pleasurable sensations.&nbsp; They were all keyed into a small computer program that included one of the lights above the able.<br><br>He moved the lamp forward so that it was aimed directly at her face.&nbsp; With her eyes held open by the metal clamps, she'd not be able to look away.&nbsp; The brightness of the lamp would ensure proper tearing, however, he placed a few thick, lubricating drops in her eyes just in case.<br><br>He activated the program and stepped back.&nbsp; The lamp began to strobe brightly, and the electric shocks started.&nbsp; The shocks would alternate between her pussy and breasts until the sensors on her forehead detected a compliant state, at which point the pain would stop, and the pleasure start.&nbsp; It would continue back and forth that way until she'd completely accepted the program.&nbsp; That program was coming from the flashing strobe.&nbsp; Although her eyes wouldn't be able to see it, the flashes from the light were actually images being sent in rapid bursts.&nbsp; Speakers in the table near her ears were sending white noise, interspersed with an audio program she also wouldn't be able to detect.<br><br>It would likely be hours before the program took hold, and the computer would page him when it was finished.&nbsp; He hoped, for her sake, that her psyche wasn't so strangely bizarre that the program didn't work - because if that was the case, she'd probably emerge from the process after the 24 hour maximum either catatonic, or needing a straitjacket... but time would tell.&nbsp; In the end, she'd do what he wanted her to do, and likely, enjoy it all the same.<br><br>He left her then, and returned to his room to contemplate his other problem - that of Kate Bartlett - while his subject on the table "enjoyed" her subliminal programming.&nbsp; He'd have to destroy the program when he was done, of course.&nbsp; If anyone found it, there would be some serious trouble for him.&nbsp; The images of the Warden interspersed with scenes of bloody disembowelments coupled with the voice-track of her name interspersed with "kill", "die", "evil" and "blood" would likely cause some problems if they ever left his lab.&nbsp; Dad wanted Warden Taylor dead, and Amelia Lightfoot would do the job for him.&nbsp; Amelia was already serving a life sentence - another murder really wouldn't affect things much for her - maybe some time in solitary.&nbsp; He chuckled as he worked the com-pad to ensure all the doors to his lab were properly sealed, and sat at his desk, watching her through the closed-circuit feed...
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Fortress</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>10-02-2010, 09:18:55</strong>
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				<strong>Guard Anzhelika Nikolaev<br>Cell Block CD17</strong><br><br><br>Anzhelika placed a comforting hand on Ella's shoulder.<br>"No. I'm not here to take you away."<br><br>She felt emotions overwhelming her and decided that was not something she would allow the prisoner to see. Never have a bond with the prisoners. Statistically the chances of prisoners actually serving their life sentence were under 30% and most of them would actually die, one way or the other, within the first five years. The colorful guard let out a sigh and took her hand back. Slowly she turned around and walked to the cell door.<br><br>"You don't belong here," she then whispered and locked the door behind her. <br><br>Just as she had left the cellblock she heard Aleks and the new prisoner behind her and she smiled at the ignorance of the prisoner and Aleks' subtle ways of making things clear to him.<br>She looked at her watch and found it was almost dinner time but before that she wanted a nice hot shower. When she got to her private quarters, one she had decorated with antique looking furniture to make it feel like home as much as she could she quickly undressed and stepped into the hot shower, washing off all the thoughts about the prisoners.<br><br>An hour later she was on her way to the cafetaria in a simple pink sweatpants, a white top and some colorful socks, hoping she would meet up with Aleks for some intellectual talk.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Fortress</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>11-02-2010, 11:15:24</strong>
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				Amelia of course made some sort noise and did take one sharp intake of breath, her body did make involuntary jolt and yet again her brain responded to the electrical shocks that were being forced though her somewhat petite body. However still that was the only outward reaction. For the young killers mind was focused elsewhere, she had always had focus, well at least ever since she knew who she was, who she really was. This pain, this ‘torture’ was nothing more than another revelation to her, after all there had been so many like her that endured worse before their final ascension.<br><br>The strange thing was that had the scientist offered some information on this potential victim and made sure that the tools were in place then none of this would have been necessary, still he likely did not understand the nature of the beast or what she was.<br><br>There was indeed compliance in her mind, in her reactions, but that nothing to do with the torture or the images it was as Amelia imagined an innate understanding of the situation, one could not really know if this was enforced or subliminal, though the girl would believe it was merely another sign, that she was above humanity and the law. That she was divine. <br><br>Amelia did not react to the pleasure either, or at least her brain did not react in any different way as it had to the pain. She was now above such base instincts. She had to be in order to finish her work.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Fortress</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Misery</strong> on <strong>12-02-2010, 04:23:04</strong>
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				<strong>Guard Aleks Popov<br>Personal Quarters</strong><br><br>Arriving at his quarters his first order of business is to clean up.&nbsp; En-route to the shower, he stops by the kitchen and pulls out a hidden bottle of scotch.&nbsp; He slowly pours himself a liberal shot over rocks.&nbsp; Circling the scotch through the ice he takes a sip and head back to get a shower.&nbsp; &nbsp; As he enters the bathroom he immediately sets the water to warming up.&nbsp; While the water warms, he removes his clothing.&nbsp; Standing in front of the mirror he stares at the number of scars that trace across his body.&nbsp; Running his fingers along one of the longer ones he remembers back to the cause.&nbsp; With the steam beginning to obscure his view it brings his thoughts back to the present. <br><br>Quickly finishing his shower, he dresses in some jeans and a plain white t-shirt.&nbsp; Finishing the last of his scotch in one gulp.&nbsp; Wincing as it slides down the back of his throat. Looking back into the mirror he growls at what he sees looking back.&nbsp; He suddenly throws the glass into the sink sending shards of glass flying in all directions.<br><br>Needing to get out, he storms from his quarters and heads to the cafeteria.&nbsp; As he walks he slows his breathing&nbsp; calming himself as he goes.&nbsp; It had been a while since his mood grew so dark so quickly.&nbsp; He attributes it to the conspiracy theory conversations with Anzhelika earlier.&nbsp; Maybe he can find her and they can continue their conversation.&nbsp; After that he may need to pay one of the female prisoners a visit.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Fortress</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>auroraChloe</strong> on <strong>16-02-2010, 23:57:56</strong>
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				<strong>Prisoner Ella Thompson<br>Cell Block CD17</strong><br><br>&nbsp;<br>Slowly releasing the breath she was holding, Ella searched the pretty face of the guard and wondered at her motivations.&nbsp; While Anzhelika had been friendly enough during the initial tour, the tenderness she showed now was unexpected.&nbsp; The unofficial visit continued to surprise the girl on the bunk, raising her to an elbow as the other woman moved away.&nbsp; &nbsp;The young prisoner stared at the place where Anzhelika stood to deliver her parting whisper even after the guard went off for places unknown.&nbsp; <br><br>She realized the voices outside her cell were yet another prisoner and not the return of Kate's odd cellmate.&nbsp; It did not sound like this new arrival got the same consideration she herself had and catching the sight of the guard who delivered the new tenant, she wasn't at all surprised.&nbsp; He was big and broad with dark eyed look that slid over her leaving a chill.&nbsp; Slightly stunned Ella tore her glance away, swiveling to sit with her bare legs dangling off the side of the plastic slab, wondering at the strangeness of this prison fortress...&nbsp; and its strange mercies.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Fortress</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zorak</strong> on <strong>18-02-2010, 13:17:18</strong>
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				<strong>Scientist, Carl Dodd</strong><br><strong>Carl's Lab</strong><br><br>The programs had run for several hours.&nbsp; On the closed circuit, he'd watched as Amelia had twitched, silently, for all that time.&nbsp; It was clear that there was something very <em>wrong</em> with the woman, and in interested him.&nbsp; At some point, after her work for him was complete, perhaps he'd take some time to study her in more detail - maybe find out exactly how much it would take to make her scream.<br><br>But that wasn't the point of this particular exercise.&nbsp; According to what her brainwave patterns were doing, it appeared as if the subliminal programming was having an effect.&nbsp; Whether the woman was aware or not, sane or not, her subconscious at least was able to determine the difference between punishment and reward.&nbsp; Everything he'd studied up to this point gave him no reason to believe that the woman wouldn't carry out the program when the opportunity came.&nbsp; But time would tell.&nbsp; If it didn't work, he'd have to figure out something else, and that - quite probably - would be even messier than this.<br><br>As he entered the lab, he studied her.&nbsp; Her eyes were red, not having been able to blink for hours had taken its toll.&nbsp; He put a few medicinal drops into them, then turned off all of the equipment.&nbsp; He removed the metal clamps holding her eyes open, then the other wires.&nbsp; He cleaned everything carefully with alcohol and neatly put the equipment away before he called for a guard.<br><br>From the looks of her, regardless of what mental state she was in, the electric shocks had certainly taken some toll, and he doubted she'd have her strength back without a good night's rest.&nbsp; Not bothering to re-dress her, he called for a pair of guards.&nbsp; It was late, and the two he'd come to rely on recently, Aleks and Anzhelika, were off duty.&nbsp; No matter, there were others more than capable of dealing with this one.&nbsp; He'd called two guards though, no reason to take chances.&nbsp; When they arrived, the instructions were simple - Take the subject back to her cell and dump her there along with a fresh uniform.<br><br>He sighed then, and as the guards began to unstrap Amelia from the table, his thought turned to food.&nbsp; Not wanting to hide in his quarters for the night, he headed to the cafeteria... maybe there would be something good on tonight...
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Fortress</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>20-02-2010, 09:23:04</strong>
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				Of course Amelia was not comfortable after all the wires and clips were removed however she still endured it with the same cold silence that she had during the ordeal. Time would tell if indeed she had been programmed, it was likely but perhaps she would have murdered the warder anyway.<br><br>When the killer was thrown into the cell she politely thanked the guards with that perfect English accent, it was then she straightened her hair and tidied her braids. If she had lost any of her calm inside it was impossible to see on the outside. She was still like porcelain. Finally Amelia dressed herself in her new uniform. Only after she felt that she was once more tidy and presentable did the young woman speak, it seemed her eyes were red and that perhaps she was blinking a little more than usual but that was the only difference in her demeanor.<br><br>“Well that was an interesting experience, yes that would be the correct word to use I believe.” The killer however did look somewhat washed out “I am rather tired after my little chat with Doctor Dodd. I hope you wont feel that I am lacking in manners by going to lie down?” After all politeness was extremely important to Amelia. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Fortress</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>20-02-2010, 10:27:53</strong>
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				<strong>Guard Anzhelika Nikolaev<br>Restaurant</strong><br><br><br>It had been a strange day with a few very unusual happenings. A new prisoner arriving alone, being put in the same block as the girls. The young girls and the strange interest in the laywer and her cellmate. Anzhelika had ordered a portion of pasta and when it finally came, Aleks had arrived and she began eating like she was starved.<br><br>They both talked about nothing in particular, desperately avoiding the conversation about the strange things that were going on.<br><br><strong>"Aleks could you do me a favor,"</strong> she finally said when they were both finished with their dinner. <strong>"When you pick a girl, please leave Thompson alone."</strong><br><br>Somehow she felt for the girl, no matter what she had done to end up here, and she wanted to protect her. She shook her head and stood up from the table and left the room. In stead of going to her private quarters she walked straight to block 17 and noticed how Amelia had returned to her cell. Too tired and emotional to make a sharp remark she ignored Kate and Amelia and unlocked the celldoor of Ella. <br><br>This was so wrong but for one night, nobody would notice. It often happened that guards took the prisoners to their quarters for pleasure and fun. Anzhelika sighed and looked at Ella. <br><br><strong>"Come with me please."</strong><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Fortress</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katy1008</strong> on <strong>20-02-2010, 22:05:46</strong>
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				<strong>Prisoner Kate Bartlett<br>Cellblock CD08)</strong><br><br>How long had she been asleep. She leaned over the bunk a little - the one below was still empty. What the hell was Dodd's doing to her for all this time? Kate shuddered a little at the recollection of the lab and decided that she really didn't want to dwell on the possibilities. As she pulled herself back up, she glanced casually across the empty stark corridor - Ella was still there. She lay back down slowly and stared at the ceiling. <br><br>Kate had always been a people watcher. It could be surprising and distracting at times... funny at others. But there was nothing funny in anything that she had seen over the last few hours; whatever sleep she had had certainly hadn't been a rejuvenating sleep and she had awoken into the same nightmare.<br><br>She closed her eyes again and saw images from earlier replaying in her mind. She had watched as the female guard had entered Ella's cell, lifting herself onto her elbow, watching, making sure that nothing bad... not that she could have done anything whatsoever to have prevented it. But then that didn't seem to be the purpose of the guard's visit. They had spoken quietly to each other. Kate saw Ella's expression relax just a little. Kate slowly let out a breath that she hadn't even realized she was holding. Then something had interrupted her view... she readjusted her vision... <br><br>The meathead had come back. Did he ever speak to anyone without bullying them or harassing them. Maybe that was a prerequisite for the job.&nbsp; Before Kate had really appreciated properly what she had seen, the corridor was empty. He had been half dragging someone...&nbsp; She had jumped off the bed, moved to the cell bars and looked up the corridor, but the prisoner had been put into a cell on the same side as her, so she couldn see very little. Had Popov grunted something about it being a man. She definitely heard the groan and the thud as the body hit the wal shortly followed by the slamming shut of the cell door. <br><br>Kate glared at Popov as he walked past. "Son-of-a-bitch" she muttered to herself, barely audible. He walked past and disappeared out of her line of sight. She turned and climbed back onto the bed. <br><br>What was that crap she had been spouting forth to Ella. Where was her safe place in her mind right now? She closed her eyes fighting against the pricking sensations behind them. But then they opened with a start. The door to her cell was being opened. Amelia was back. Kate slowly eased herself up again.&nbsp; She stared wide eyed, her mouth open a little. "Shit" she whispered. "You look... Can I do anything..."<br>Kate watched as Amelia acted as if nothing had happened... her poise... her voice... It was only the reddness around her eyes... "Of course I won't consider it impolite... Do you need..."<br><br>Once again Kate was distracted. She looked back over her shoulder, to see the female guard back, opening Ella's cell. Now she found her attention torn between the woman in front of her and the woman across the corridor. <br><br>"Where are you talking her?" Kate directed her question at the female guard. "Don't you think you've had enough sick pleasure today? Just.... just leave her be huh? Tell Dodd to fuck with himself for a change!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Fortress</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>auroraChloe</strong> on <strong>23-02-2010, 03:52:05</strong>
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				<strong>Prisoner Ella Thompson<br>Cell Block CD17<br></strong><br>Ella sat for a while with her feet dangling and wondered what tomorrow might bring before slipping off the edge of bunk.&nbsp; It wasn't that far of a drop after all; lowering herself until she couldn't hold slowed the decent.&nbsp; From only a few inches her bare feet hit the the cold, hard floor with a muted slap.&nbsp; Moving to her barred exit over the short distance of smooth, chilly surface she wondered when they might get shoes and socks.&nbsp; The grey sack and rough cotton panties wouldn't be much against cold nights and that flat rectangle and thin bit of material could be barely be called a pillow and blanket let alone keep her warm.&nbsp; Sighing, she looked up one way then the other, before checking the cells across the way.&nbsp; Kate was laying down, and the new prisoner was quiet and out of her line of vision. <br><br>She heard them before she could see them, one set of footfalls echoing in the vacant walkway as yet another guard brought back the little blond in braids.&nbsp; It was an easy transaction for the most part as the returning prisoner was no less strange but rather subdued.&nbsp; The two women spoke quietly after the guard left.&nbsp; Ella would have called out, but heard another set of steps approaching, lighter and faster moving.&nbsp; Surprised to see Anzhelika again her heart skipped with fear when the cell door opened, "But you said... " and Kate's voice carried over with words that only added to young Ella's apprehension.&nbsp; Wide eyed she took a step back. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Fortress</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>24-02-2010, 15:04:49</strong>
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				<strong>Amelia Lightfoot<br>CD08 Cell Block</strong><br><br>“I look?” Amelia asked politely again with little or no emotion, “Ahhh yes my eyes and other parts of my anatomy are a little uncomfortable, but it is something that one must endure within the process which I must complete. We all have our forty days in the desert we all must be reborn after the most terrible yet exquisite sensations.” She knew because indeed the killer had performed some rather interesting if disturbing murders in her own learning curves.<br><br>“I think Doctor Dodd is a lower being he needs to try and show his power, he does not frighten me. Thus he has no power. I believe he does have some rather extreme mental problems though.” This was said without irony or humor, and it was rather something one might say in passing which in its own way may be disturbing after all she had killed a number of people. <br><br>Amelia lay down then listening to that which was happening around her. “Did I miss much…am I right in thinking there is a new prisoner here.” The killer stopped then and seemed to try to get comfortable on the bed and she leaned over to look at her cellmate. “So what do you think …how do you think we might deal with the lower beings that run this place? You are a lawyer; you will know the crimes…the sins …that each one carries on the skin.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Fortress</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>24-02-2010, 22:52:56</strong>
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				Anzhelika stepped into the cell and closed the door, leaving it open just a bit, just in case.<br><br>"I'm not taking you to any place bad," she whispered to Ella. <br>She could understand the confusion of the prisoner and tried to comfort her by reaching out a hand.<br>"I could use some company tonight. You can stay with me."<br><br>For a guard towards a prisoner she was really showing a lot of sensitivity but hoped she had already showed enough that would make Ella respect her as a guard. At dinner she had wanted to bring Ella to her private quarters for sexual things but now that she was here, reaching out her hand for Ella, she just wanted to be around her and try to comfort the girl as well as she could. <br><br>In her quarters she had comfortable chairs, books, foods and drinks, everything Ella could not have in here but the only problem was, Ella didn't know that. Still holding her hand out, she smiled at Ella.<br><br>"Unless you want to stay here."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Fortress</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>auroraChloe</strong> on <strong>25-02-2010, 04:43:46</strong>
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				<strong>Prisoner Ella Thompson<br>Cell Block CD17 </strong><br><br>The guard's body language kept the prisoner at ease enough so that when she stepped fully into the cell, Ella did not flinch or draw further away. <br><br>"Unless you want to stay here." <br><br>"No!"&nbsp; The rushed whisper coupled with a quick shake of her head.&nbsp; She didn't want to stay here, not at all.&nbsp; She wanted to be far far from here.&nbsp; In her own bed.&nbsp; In her own apartment.&nbsp; No where near hard plastic bunks and metal toilets and four too close walls.&nbsp; No where near GenTech. <br><br>Ella looked from the proffered hand up to the earnest, pretty face.&nbsp; "Won't you get in trouble if the Warden finds out?"&nbsp; She whispered conspiratorially.&nbsp; Stepping closer, she raised her hand though was not quite ready yet to slip it over top the other woman's, instead wondering again at the motivations of such kind attentions. <br><br>The rumored horror stories on the outside, the frightening words of welcome just hours ago; it made no sense.&nbsp; Her mind scrambled a moment for possibilities.&nbsp; First, they were nearly the same age and even from different origins young women had similar interests.&nbsp; Second, the guard was naturally friendly; Ella knew that when she brought them through the initial tour from the intake area.&nbsp; And finally, who knew how often the staff were able to get out of this place.&nbsp; <br><br>Perhaps this girl with the power to hurt at the tip of a slender finger was a different sort of prisoner in this fortress under the sea.&nbsp; Perhaps they all were...&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>The nod was barely perceptible as a slightly trembling palm slid over the waiting upturned one.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Fortress</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katy1008</strong> on <strong>25-02-2010, 10:48:51</strong>
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				<strong>Prisoner Kate Bartlett<br>Cell Block CD17</strong><br><br>Kate's gaze shifted between her cellmate and the events which were transpiring opposite. Her frustration grew as she realized there was nothing she could really do to help either Amelia or Ella, particularly Ella. The voices from cell opposite were hushed; soft. The guard did not seem to be acting in the way she had previously. Maybe she wasn't here to take Ella to the clutches of Dodd. The body language between the two of them suggested that some kind of invitation had been given... and accepted. And as the two of them walked out of the cell, Kate thought Ella's 'rabbit caught in the headlights' look had softened a little. Maybe she was going to be ok. Maybe the guard had some shred of humanity and common decency which so far appeared to be lacking in this facility. <br><br>Kate turned her attention back to Amelia. At least she could talk to Amelia, although she couldn't help being a little surprised by Amelia's demeanour. Physically she looked like hell, yet she continued to speak as if nothing had happened. And there was something disurbing in the way she described her recent experiences. "...terrible, yet exquisite...". Kate was puzzled but she focused on what else Amelia had been saying. She stood up and walked across to the steel sink. There was one or two small paper cups on the side which suggested that the water from the taps would be drinkable. She lifted a cup and, after letting the water run for a few seconds, she half filled it and returned to the bunk.&nbsp; Holding it out for Amelia, she sat down on the stool a few feet away from the lower bunk. <br><br>"Not sure if you want to risk drinking it, but it's all we have Im afraid. I imagine the room service here is pretty dismal and so a large scotch is probably out of the question." Kate smiled a little.<br><br>"You didn't miss much at all here, but you're right... we have a new guest. Popov brought him. He's a couple of cells down. Looked like someone might have had a little fun welcoming him to his new home too. I don't know whether it was Popov who did it or not..." She shrugged a little. "... but GenTech already seems to have made its mark on him. Im not sure why we have male company. I haven't seen the two guys who came in with us since the Warden's did her thing; I assumed there were male and female blocks or corridors. Maybe they're full. I don't know. I imagine GenTech and the good doctor aren't particularly selective. And somehow, Im not sure that forty days is quiet enough to satisfy our current hosts. In fact, if you can convince me that Im only going to have to get through "<em>forty days and forty nights in the wilderness with the beasts</em>", my mood will improve considerably." <br><br>She sat back a little on the stool, leaning against the wall behind her. "And I think Dr Dodd might be our devil come to <em>seduce us into sin with cunning questions</em>. Im not sure referring to him as a lower being does him justice... and..." Kate paused for a moment and sighed, looking directly at Amelia. "I don't mind admitting, he scares the crap out of me! The trick then is trying not to let it show I guess." <br><br>Kate forced a smile. "As for the other two... I don't know. The female guard... the one with the Russian name... I don't know." The smile disappeared and was replaced by a look of confusion as Kate glanced back across to the now empty cell opposite. The guard had seemed very different a few moments ago compared to how she was when they arrived. Kate shook her head and turned back to Amelia. "Popov? Clearly he is here for his brawn. I don't know if it was him who beat the crap out of our new neighbour or whether it was someone else - I didn't get a close enough look at the guy to see how fresh the injuries were. And I don't whether Popov has any kind of brain to go with that brawn. If he not; if he's just the hired muscle who enjoys being a bully and a sadist, he's going to be harder to deal with. Some brainless beefcake pumped up on steriods is unlikely to be able to see reason and willing to display any degree of decency."<br><br>"The Warden... who knows?" She shrugged again. "Doesn't really seem to give a shit about anything except the smooth, economic running of her facility. Fairly senior position though for someone relatively young. So the question is whether she is an incompetent who slept her way to 'success' or whether she's got here through intelligence and/or manipulation. I suspect that if you dont cause her any trouble, do what your told when your told, she might be willing to make life a little easier. Make trouble for her and maybe not.... <br><br>"And then there is the good doctor. You had the pleasure of his company longer than I did. Do you know his father owns this place... owns GenTech? He... his father... pretty much a recluse and a twisted son-of-a-bitch to boot. Obsessed with privacy and money and power. My albeit incredibly limited knowledge of psychology would lead me to believe that there was no a lot of love displayed or emotional support provided for the young Karl. And by the look of you, and that lab of his, I'd say he is considerably more twisted than his dear old Dad.<br><br>"What all that means for us..." Kate laughed lightly. "... I have no idea." <br>&nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Fortress</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>25-02-2010, 11:44:39</strong>
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				<strong>"The Warden is too busy to notice. She cares about the 'normal' wing of the prison, this blocks are none of her concern since you are in for life. It's the doctor we should worry about but than again, I'm a female and he's male. I'm not too worried."</strong><br><br>She said it with a smile to calm Ella down and when the girl finally locked her hand, she gave it a soft squeeze.<br><br>They walked down the corridor, her footsteps echoing through the steel and Ella's barefoot steps making that funny sound barefeet make on cold concrete.<br><br>When she opened her private quarter she herself let out a sigh of relief. Her classic furniture and warm colors were always a relief to be in and even the window (with a view on the ocean floor) cheered up her mood. She looked around her and quickly pushed Ella inside and closed and locked the door behind her.<br><br><strong>"I need some company Ella and you look like you can use some too."</strong><br>She walked to the kitchen and took out a bottle of soda and two glasses and poured some for Ella. When she had put the glass down and told Ella to take a seat she disappeared into her bedroom and came back with a simple pair of sweatpants and a pair of socks.<br><strong>"Here this might keep you warm."</strong><br><br>She sat down next to Ella and took off her shoes and jacket.<br><strong>"Listen Ella I know this is all a bit weird for you but in all honesty, I don't agree with anything that happens here. Doctor Dodd is a strange man and I have no idea what it is he does. Nobody has. I'm sure you have done something wrong that deserves punishment but in no way it could be bad enough to be here. You can sleep with me tonight and I will do my best to make you as comfortable as I possibly can."</strong><br><br>Suddenly those feelings of lust popped back up again and she stood up walking to the kitchen again.<br><strong>"Do you drink coffee?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Fortress</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>25-02-2010, 17:41:23</strong>
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				Amelia looked at the woman that had been imprisoned with her in this place that was supposed to be hell. It appeared that none of the people really knew hell as she did. None of them had traveled it many levels none of them had heard the calls and the screams, would any dare to traverse its true majesty for but one soul as she had.<br><br>The killer blanked out for a while as her memories brought such beautiful images and the fools who had tried to catch her. She had only been caught because it was necessary. Finally Amelia turned to look at the woman and her cold smile returned. “Oh he is not the seducer, he merely would love to be that role, he would love to be the Dark Lord, but trust me to look into his eyes one can see what he is. Do not fear him. For I believe he has fear…it is just finding out what it is.”&nbsp; She certainly had conviction behind her voice and it was obvious she was afraid nothing here.<br><br>“Ahh yes the male guard, he too is fearful I think I would love to show him true terror, I expect you too would get some pleasure from that too. For he is a bully and should be punished.” Amelia wondered if indeed Kate had been send to her for a reason. “How would you feel about being a part of my work, my mission?” The killer tilted her head and licked her lips, her face so innocent and her intentions so bloody, at least to those that did not understand. “It may take time but I trust you, and believe you are a most intelligent and thus we have been placed together for a reason.” Amelia was certainly captivating in her speech as well as her appearance. Even if there was always something rather cold about her.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Fortress</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katy1008</strong> on <strong>26-02-2010, 00:45:39</strong>
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				<strong>Prisoner Kate Bartlett<br>Cellblock CD017</strong><br><br>Kate stared at Amelia. At the cold smile. At the lack of outward emotion in her words and in her expression.&nbsp; She thought back to the earlier conversation they had had about how they each came to be in this place.<br><br>"I guess that would depend on what you considered your mission to be." She paused for a moment, not in the expectation of an answer, but rather to make sure she chose her words carefully. If the mission was indeed what Kate thought it was, she did not want to find herself as an objective to be overcome. But she thought that maybe she knew enough about her new room-mate to realize that any kind of obfuscation or attempted deceit in her answer was not going to work. Kate took a deep breath and hoped that she wasn't about to make a new enemy. There were enough of them in this place; she didn't need to be sharing a cell with one more.<br><br>"Im not a killer Amelia. At least not yet. And Im not looking to be one. If this place turns me into that, then I am no different to the people who put me here and the people I would now seek to condemn. You and I are products of a different set of experiences - not better or worse - just different and so... I guess I walk a different road to you. Maybe I would get some momentary pleasure from seeing Popov or Dodd... particularly Dodd... get some just desserts... but it would indeed be momentary. And with Popov... I don't know yet... is it right to judge a man on so little. They are after all products of their own experiences as well and if I condemned them so quickly, wouldn't I have to do the same to you?"<br><br>The hint of a smile began to emerge across her face. "Of course, if we keep having days like today, those new experiences might change my current state of mind." Then her face became serious again.<br><br>"I will say this though... I wont betray your trust. I might try and persuade you as to an alternative mission, but I wont betray you. As they seem to want to keep us within these four walls, I see no reason as to why our conversations should not remain equally confined." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Fortress</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>auroraChloe</strong> on <strong>28-02-2010, 04:56:03</strong>
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				<strong>Prisoner Ella Thompson<br>Cell Block CD17 to personal quarters of Guard Anzhelika Nikolaev</strong><br><br>A tentative smile was returned as Anzhelika squeezed her hand.&nbsp; As they moved from the cell block to the personal quarters, Ella realized more time must have passed than she'd realized; the halls were empty but for the two girls and a muted echo of the guard's boots.&nbsp; Relieved to arrive at and then pleasantly surprised by the guard's quarters she sat taking in the surroundings, "i don't mind a little company...&nbsp; oh!"&nbsp; Her curiosity was shifted to the clothing pressed into her hands."&nbsp; The temperature was well regulated, but Ella hated the gray sack they'd given her so after a brief hesitation she slipped the soft pants on. <br><br>Listening as the other woman spoke about the doctor and the strange goings on within the walls of the fortress, Ella stood to hike up the 'dress' before tying the drawstring around her waist.&nbsp; Settling back on the couch, she was able to relax just a little bit more.&nbsp; "thanks...&nbsp; i feel a little bit more like myself.&nbsp; this sack is not at all stylish."&nbsp; Plucking at the think cotton material, she flashed her new friend a grin. <br><br>"I do... did...&nbsp; haven't had coffee in ages it seems.&nbsp; Not since.. i.. "&nbsp; <em>Not since before her arrest.</em>&nbsp; Rich had insisted on buying whole coffee beans and a memory surged to the surface... inhaling deeply the aroma of fresh ground beans.&nbsp; Ella began to follow at a slower pace, detouring to the thick glass holding back the ocean.&nbsp; There she took a moment to crane her neck looking out, wondering how far they were from the surface.&nbsp; Finally moving to watch the other woman in the kitchen, Ella thought about her surprisingly frank statements from just moments ago.&nbsp; The words held a hint of the ominous but the Ella just couldn't feel as frightened here in the comfort of Anzhelika's suite. <br><br>"Who is Dr Dodd?&nbsp; Does he examine everyone?"&nbsp; She couldn't help her curiosity as she stepped closer.&nbsp; "Can i help?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Fortress</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zorak</strong> on <strong>01-03-2010, 14:43:20</strong>
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				<strong>Scientist, Carl Dodd</strong><br><strong>Cafeteria</strong><br><br>It was on the late side, most of the staff had already eaten.&nbsp; Carl grabbed a few pieces of bread, and some meatloaf (at least, it looked like meatloaf - what passed as meat these days was often at least half soy) then found his favorite table in an obscure corner, between the kitchen service door, and the recyclers.&nbsp; Nobody ever wanted to sit there because it was noisy and smelled a bit from the recyclers - but the positioning was perfect for him - he could see just about everything going on, and nobody really tended to look in his direction.<br><br>People were scattered - just a few occupied tables.&nbsp; Popov and Anzhelika were, as usual, seated together.&nbsp; He rubbed his chin.&nbsp; He would have to act quickly, and Popov was probably the most likely candidate - he was trustworthy, and followed instructions to the letter.&nbsp; He also didn't ask questions.&nbsp; It wasn't good though, who he was keeping so much company with.&nbsp; Anzhelika he didn't trust... there was something about her that rang wrong.&nbsp; At some point, he thought, she was going to end up on his table...<br><br>He finished his meal quickly, and made his way back to the living area.&nbsp; Instead of going to his own quarters, he detoured into a supply area, then closed the door.&nbsp; Walking to the ever-present com-panel, he entered a back-door access code - one he'd never used, and likely, would never use again.&nbsp; The com-panel responded with an administrative display, and he used it to link the one in the supply area, with the one in Warden Taylor's quarters.&nbsp; A few taps later, and he sent out the message.&nbsp; It would quite clearly appear to have come from the Warden, and even if someone dug VERY deeply, the only thing they'd ever find was the use of an admin code - which was something only the Warden should have been able to do anyway.&nbsp; No - this one wasn't going to trace back to him, and it wouldn't harm Popov either, though it was possible he might be asked about it sometime in the future - the guard wouldn't have any information to add anyway.<br><br>The message went out then... "Aleks... please bring prisoner Amelia Lightfoot from her cell to my personal suite.&nbsp; The door is unlocked - simply let her in, then leave us."<br><br>Another few taps on the panel while it was in administrative mode quietly, and without fuss, unlocked Warden Taylor's door.<br><br>Carl reset the panel to normal mode, then took a few bags of snacks from the shelves - if someone had seen him, he'd at least have a reason to have been in the supply room - then made his way back to his quarters.<br><br>He crossed his fingers... if Amelia, for some reason, didn't kill the Warden Taylor, then the Warden would be somewhat angry.&nbsp; She'd never be able to trace the activity to him, but she'd likely take it out on someone.&nbsp; As he entered his private area, there was a familiar vibration and the sound of a docking notice - A supply sub had docked.&nbsp; Carl checked the manifest quickly and found nothing of interest - just the standard supply update... and Dean Anderson returning from his yearly vacation...
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Fortress</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>02-03-2010, 23:29:29</strong>
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				<strong>Guard Anzhelika Nikolaev<br>Private Quarter</strong><br><br>In the far corner of the Fortress Anzhelika had made coffee and poured some into a mug and placed it on a wood and golden ancient looking tray. She then put her own mug and some coffee and milk on it and added a roll of biscuits and walked back to the 'livingroom' and put it down. <br><br><strong>"Dr Dodd sort of runs the dark side of this facility. There is the warden, who runs the prison side and Dr. Dodd runs a different part. They say he does some research. I don't know what he researches but the people that he takes usually don't end up too well."</strong><br><br>She pondered for a few moments and then sat down herself. The girl was pretty and looked so innocent. She wasn't wearing the socks Anzhelika had given her yet. Anzhelika looked at the pair of socks and bit her lip softly.<br><br><strong>"Why are you here? I mean... what have you done to piss somebody off enough for him or her to send you here?"</strong><br><br>Carefully she took one of Ella's legs and started to slowly get the socks onto her guest, hoping Ella wouldn't freak out too much.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Fortress</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>03-03-2010, 14:22:44</strong>
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				<strong>Amelia Lightfoot<br>Cell CD17</strong><br><br>“Oh I don’t really get pleasure in killing, well saying that if it is particularly fitting or artistic I suppose I take a little pride in my calling. I find I suppose I release people from that which is keeping them from either ascending or descending. I must to evolve.” Amelia appeared completely serious as she spoke. “I do not even know if either Doctor Dodd or Mister Popov are actually a part of my plan. I will fine out soon enough; I will be given the sign.<br><br>“I suppose my work is not unlike yours, in some ways anyway, we both search for truth we just have different methods. I must say I have a lot of respect for you. It a shame that you found yourself here. Unless like me you are here for a reason.” The smile returned. Amelia was certainly and attractive young woman, physically flawless, yet it was the rather darker inner part of her that might be disturbing.<br><br>“Be sure I will do my utmost to make sure you do not suffer as I must.” The killer reached out a smooth pale hand to Kate touching her cheek. It was not a sexual gesture it was something else something far deeper. “You are too kind about others too generous, and I thank you for your discretion. Time will tell I think as to what this place will do to you and if indeed you will become reborn.”&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Fortress</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Misery</strong> on <strong>05-03-2010, 04:11:24</strong>
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				<strong>Guard Aleks Popov<br>Restaurant </strong><br>Aleks sat in the restaurant for a considerable amount of time after Anzhelika had exacted a request for him to leave Ella to her.&nbsp; Had that request come from anyone else he would have wished them good luck, but he respected Anzhelika more than any other in this forsaken place they call a prison.&nbsp; He felt comfortable talking to her and usually their thoughts were along the same line.&nbsp; As it were he gave her what she wanted and he would leave Ella alone.&nbsp; At least for now anyway.&nbsp; <br>After drinking several scotch on the rocks, he thinks of the other prisoners.&nbsp; &nbsp;With Ella no longer available to him, he ponders the other two new female prisoners.&nbsp; With the attention Kate and Amehlia were getting from Dodd he thinks it might not be wise to approach either.&nbsp; Of course, that was if Amehlia was even sane and he did not get chills running down his spine every time he looked at her.&nbsp; Kate on the other hand, there was some interest Dodd has in her and he had no desire to dwell on what that was,&nbsp; Anzhelika would be better to think through that.<br><br>Walking blankly through the halls of the prison heading towards his personal quarters he receives another communication.&nbsp; Surprise crosses his face as he reads the message.&nbsp; As the surprise fades curiosity sets in.&nbsp; Why would the warden wish to see Amehlia now he wonders.&nbsp; Turning on his heel he heads to her cell.&nbsp; A shudder runs through his body at the thought of having to escort her again.&nbsp; With grim resolve he walks quickly to her cell.<br><br>Quietly stepping to Amehlia and Kate's cell he watches for Amehlia hand slide along Kate's cheek.&nbsp; As she finishes he bangs his fist on the cell door to quickly gain their attention.&nbsp; &nbsp; Still blurred from the drink, he quietly says, “Amehlia, the Warden would like to see you.”&nbsp; As he finishes he opens the cell door.&nbsp; Again just above a whisper, “Please place your hands in front of you, wrists crossed.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Fortress</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katy1008</strong> on <strong>05-03-2010, 22:57:18</strong>
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				<strong>Prisoner Kate Bartlett<br>Cellbock CD17</strong><br><br>Kate stared at Amelia, but it was a soft stare, almost a sympathetic one. She wasn't entirely sure she believed it when Amelia said that she didn't enjoy killing. And she found it hard to accept that their 'work' was much the same. If Amelia thought that in killing, she was pursuing some quest which was rightous and good, it seemed clear that a hospital would have been a much more appropriate facility.<br>Kate was surprised by Amelia's touch. The movement itself didn't surprise her; there was nothing threatening about it. Quite the reverse. But the physical touch itself was soft, gentle, warm. Something completely at odds with her past crimes and also the hard unfeeling image she had been portraying before.<br><br>Kate's thoughts were suddenly interrupted by the bang on the cell door. She looked round expecting to see Anzhelika, that having been the way she announced her arrival earlier. When she saw Popov, she felt her stomach knot a little. As he indicated that the Warden had wanted to see Amelia, Kate's gaze quickly switched to Amelia. A pained, helpless look appeared on her face. She looked back to Popov and stood up as he opened the door. Kate's fought back a shouted criticism and questioning of his actions - that hadn't exactly proved too successfull up to now.<br>"Pop... Mister Popov. Can't you give her a break?" She asked softly, almost pleading with the well built man who towered above her. "Don't you think she's had enough today." Her plea became almost a whisper matching his request for Amelia to hold out her hands. As he lifted his to place the restraints on her wrists, Kate placed a hand softly on his forearm. "Please. Can't you just... give her a break?"<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Fortress</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>auroraChloe</strong> on <strong>06-03-2010, 08:12:28</strong>
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				<strong>Prisoner Ella Thompson<br>personal quarters of Guard Anzhelika Nikolaev</strong><br><br>The smell of fresh coffee cheered the young prisoner considerably as she watched her unlikely companion with great interest.&nbsp; The apartment was furnished in rich, warm colors and heavy, intricate furniture.&nbsp; Anzhelika, so far from home, had brought home here it seemed.&nbsp; "Research?&nbsp; That must be why they gave me a physical before... " &nbsp;Ella made a face remembering the uncomfortable examination she had to submit to before her trial was even over; every test, swab, and sample providing evidence of her perfect health.&nbsp; <br><br>Taking a seat as the hostess settled the coffee service, Ella was about to ask more about the doctor when Anzhelika spoke; simple questions prompting several expressions across the face of the convicted girl.&nbsp; "No tolerance laws." &nbsp;It was nearly that simple, "... and my boyfriend was... maybe he still is even... a drug dealer.&nbsp; I never knew so it wasn't anything i had contr..." &nbsp;Ella's brows raised when the girl began putting the socks on her.&nbsp; Considering the prisoners weren't yet given shoes she supposed it was another generous gesture and tried to relax. &nbsp;"umm.. yeah...&nbsp; so.&nbsp; i think i might have gotten less time if the gun never came into evidence.&nbsp; After that my lawyer just gave up."&nbsp; <br><br>Memory taking her back, the state appointed lawyer was hopeful that Rich would deal for her but after the gun was found Rich refused and the woman's shoulders seemed to slump in defeat.&nbsp; When the present finally pulled her back, a curious expression wrinkled her brow , "Funny thing, she seemed very surprised at the sentencing.&nbsp; Now that i recall, she went very pale.&nbsp; She may have said 'i'm sorry' but i was a little dazed myself so..." &nbsp;<br><br>Wiggling her toes inside the sock, Ella smiled. &nbsp;"Cozy"&nbsp; Several questions of her own came to mind, after a few beats she asked one, her voice soft and wondering, "Do you miss your home Anzhelika?" &nbsp;She imagined the answer was yes, but still wanted to hear the girl's answer, wanted to know why she chose to even been in a cold, sterile place like The Fortress. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Fortress</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>08-03-2010, 09:44:54</strong>
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				<strong>Amelia Lightfoot<br>Cellbock CD17</strong><br><br>“Why a delightful pleasure to see you again today Mister Popov, you are always a welcome visitor in this cell I am sure Miss Bartlett agrees with me. We would offer you refreshments; however you see we are a little lacking on that front.” As always the young woman voice was so polite and rather chilling. Yet is seemed strangely complete with her most doll like face. Certainly the girl was beautiful but more like some marble statue than a true and breathing person. It was hard to imagine her as human, perhaps by now Amelia did not even believe she was human any more in deed the way she spoke it was apparent.<br><br>Miss Barlet or do you prefer Ms, really don’t fight on my behest, I am sure I will be able to deal with any situation, and with the most pleasant Mister Popov as my guide I shall be safe with in these halls.” She smiled and licked her lips, “Though I must say sir the restrains are a little unnecessary, I will be no trouble for you.”<br><br>Her attentions passed between the two, “My goodness but it appears I am very popular this fist day does it not, I cannot really imagine why yet we all have our crosses to bear.” Amelia smiled again and stared Popov right in the eyes, her own still a little bloodshot, though there was certainly something troubling about them, they were ice, it was as if he was a subject, as if he were prey not the other way round.<br><br>“So lead on my good man, do you think I look appropriate to meet the warden? I would have no wish to offend.” <br><br>“Goodbye Kate, I am sure all will be well, I think you worry too much.” Amelia had already decided in her rather fractured mind that Kate was someone that should not suffer…thus she would not.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Fortress</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>08-03-2010, 10:11:42</strong>
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				<strong>Guard Anzhelika Nikolaev<br>Private Quarters</strong><br><br>Anzhelika had almost gotten the second sock on Ella's feet when the young woman asked her the question. She flinched and stopped with the sock. After she stood up she walked to the window almost as if looking into the big blue darkness would somehow make things easier. <br><br>"I don't think I miss home," she then said and walked back to her chair and sat down with the coffee in her hands.<br><br>"I've been a prison guard for all my life. Not just your average prison but the Alkalyk in Kazakhstan. Living standards were so poor that the suicide rate was incredible. Tough guys slicing their own throat because they could not take it anymore. People starving themselves, carving themselves up... anything to escape that prison. I took my work home with me. When I got this offer, I took it because I thought it would be a better place than Alkalyk."<br><br>Anzhelika sighed and smiled sour. <br><br>"Guess I was wrong. I never had a place I called 'home' so I don't think I can miss it."<br><br>Desperate to change the subject she looked at Ella again.<br><br>"I only have a single bed so I hope you don't mind sharing it with me."<br><br>At this point her mood had dropped so far that she would probably tie Ella to her bed anyway should she say no, but she felt she owed it the girl opposite of her. The escape plan would come later, when Ella completely trusted her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Fortress</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>auroraChloe</strong> on <strong>11-03-2010, 00:13:57</strong>
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				<strong>Prisoner Ella Thompson<br>personal quarters of Guard Anzhelika Nikolaev</strong><br><br>Shifting on the couch, curling her socked foot under her, Ella let her gaze follow the troubled guard.&nbsp; The story was bleak, her imagination couldn't do justice to the tragic squallor.&nbsp; Anzhelika was just so young to be a prison guard 'all her life'.&nbsp; About the time Ella was giggling with roommates in a college freshman dorm, this girl was already guarding the worst sorts of society, enduring a brutal, depressing realitiy.&nbsp; With no place she called home.<br>&nbsp;<br>The painful twist in her chest a reminder of two loving homes; sure the first disowned her and the second led to her current circumstances, but she couldn't deny the good stuff.&nbsp; Perhaps this Russian girl had a few good parts too.&nbsp; Something that kept her sane, kept her warm and generous.&nbsp; Stifling a soft sigh, Ella wanted to ask more about family, it would have been nice to know the girl had brother or sisters to cushion all the hard angles.&nbsp; Ella would have changed the subject just with the look on the other girl's face, if she hadn't done it with her question.<br>&nbsp;<br>The suggestion of sharing a bed bubbled up a surprising laugh, "I haven't had a sleep over since before high school.&nbsp; Damn.&nbsp; That was forever ago."&nbsp; &nbsp;As her mind wandered back the smile slowly waned; bittersweet memories calling back the threatening sting of tears.&nbsp; Reaching for the cup still on the tray, she happily sipped at the rich black coffee, the bitter flavor a welcome distraction and watched her hostess curiously.&nbsp; Ella paused her study of the pink-streaked blond.<br>&nbsp;<br>"Anzhelika?" &nbsp; The unfamiliar name was getting easier to roll off her tongue, still her voice was soft and warm.&nbsp; "Are you so friendly and kind to all the prisoners here?&nbsp; I mean the candy, the warm clothes, " &nbsp;Illustrated by a brush of fingers over covered thigh, she went on with a teasing wiggle of toes, "the one sock."&nbsp; &nbsp;Having heard the sharp tongue used on someone else she was certain it wasn't the case.&nbsp; Maybe befriending prisoners was the guard's 'good stuff', the place she went to keep herself sane.&nbsp; <br><br>Switching the cup for the sock, the unknowing guest shifted her seat to pull the warm material over her bare toes waiting for an answer.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Fortress</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>11-03-2010, 09:48:41</strong>
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				<strong>Guard Anzhelika Nikolaev<br>Private Quarters</strong><br><br>Anzhelika let out a giggle. <br><strong>"Usually I give my guests two socks, so really I'm not <em>that</em> nice to you."</strong><br><br>As she watched Ella get on the other sock herself she sat back and drank her coffee.<br><strong>"I'm friendly to those who I think deserve it. Your cellmate would have been another one I would be friendly to. Maybe that brunette in the cell opposite of you is nice too but that freak in her cell gives me the creeps. I can't be warm and friendly to prisoners on the blocks. Nobody would take me serious anymore so when you are back in your cell and I give you an order, you'd better just follow them."</strong><br><br>She had an escape plan she'd been working on for months now. It felt like that for her as well. Escape. She was pretty convinced that a prison guard in Dr. Dodd's cellblocks would not just be able to resign and go back home. Wherever that was. This girl sitting in her private quarters would come with her and having Kate with her would come in handy as a lawyer and some legal advices. Anzhelika sighed at the thoughts but decided not to tell anything yet. Not on Ella's first day. She wouldn't want to give false hopes.<br><br><strong>"You are too pretty to be in a cell like this,"</strong> she then blurted out, blushing as she realised what she had said.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Fortress</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>auroraChloe</strong> on <strong>15-03-2010, 23:00:18</strong>
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				<strong>Prisoner Ella Thompson<br>personal quarters of Guard Anzhelika Nikolaev</strong><br><br>The giggle seemed more appropriate for a young pink haired blond than the sober uniform of a guard and Ella smiled at the lovely sound.&nbsp; A flash of wondering about how often the guard actually hosted guests was set aside for later.&nbsp; Nodding in agreement about the odd behavior of Kate's cellmate, Ella couldn't fault Anzhelika's advice.&nbsp; She shouldn't expect favoritism, and wouldn't.&nbsp; The young prisonor only hoped her treatment didn't lean to far the other way in an effort to appear non-favoring.&nbsp; <br>&nbsp;<br>Settled back on the couch with her stocking feet tucked under her bottom, she was about to confirm her understanding of the situation when the guard spoke in a burst and blush.&nbsp; Blushing lightly, Ella, who knew she was a pretty girl, was momentary speechless.&nbsp; As daddy's little girl, she was a pretty princess and Rich often looked forward to the beautiful babies she'd make, but never - not ever - did she expect to hear it inside the walls of the Fortress.&nbsp; <br>&nbsp;<br>"Anzhelika... " A soft murmur, not a denial of false modesty, but more of a aural caress, a subtle thank you.&nbsp; A sincere smile hopefully put the guard at ease as Ella gained a bit of insight into the other girl.&nbsp; The beautiful and nice things she surrounded her self with was the 'safe sane place', the cushion against the harsh sterileness of this god forsaken prison.&nbsp; Becoming another bit of cushion wasn't as unnerving as it might have been.&nbsp; With all the time to think over the past several weeks, she had come to a similar conclusion about Rich.&nbsp; She was the antithesis of his drug dealing life, that is why he kept her clueless, kept her clean.&nbsp; <br>&nbsp;<br>"<em>You</em>, based on my limited prison guard expertise, are much too pretty to be a guard.&nbsp; Besides, I didn't see the judge much concerned with how i was looking."&nbsp; Ella gave a resigned shrug before reaching for the cooling coffee, a sudden twinkle lighting her blue eyes.&nbsp; "If only you were the judge at my trial, Anzhelika.&nbsp; Then neither of us would be in this place."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Fortress</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Misery</strong> on <strong>18-03-2010, 03:03:12</strong>
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				<strong>Guard Aleks Popov<br>Cell Block CD17</strong><br><br>Aleks gaze turns to Kate as she finishes speaking.&nbsp; He lets his gaze linger a little long looking her up and down slowly letting his look clearly show that it was more than simply a passing glance.&nbsp; After what seems an eternity he returns his gaze back to Amehlia, “I am sorry, protocol dictates that you be handcuffed when being escorted. Now please hands in front wrists crossed.”&nbsp; His tone resigned to the task at hand.&nbsp; With all that has occurred today, he simply wanted this over with and get back to his private quarters.&nbsp; &nbsp;His thoughts drift back to Anzhelika, and their conversation.<br><br>Slipping the handcuffs onto her wrists he motions her to exit through the still open cell doors.&nbsp; As he exits the cell he glances back towards Kate again before shutting the cell with a slam.&nbsp; With his hand resting on Amehlia’s forearm he quickly escorts her to the Warden’s private quarters.&nbsp; His mind ponders the strange request as it is not very often that the Warden takes interest in a prisoner let alone one that has only just arrived.&nbsp; &nbsp;Lost in thought he only barely recognizes that they have arrived to their destination.<br><br>Placing his palm onto the biometric scanner the door quickly flashes green and the door opens.&nbsp; Turning Amehlia to face him he quickly removes the handcuffs.&nbsp; “You are to wait in there for the Warden. Mind what you touch, this is her personal quarters.&nbsp; She has….quite a temper.” With that he motioned her to enter, and immediately upon her entry the door slid quickly shut.<br><br>Once the door was fully closed, he sent a quick message to Dodd informing him that Amehlia has been delivered to the Warden’s personal quarters.&nbsp; With his task complete he makes a quick time back to his quarters.&nbsp; With any luck he can get a few hours of needed peace.&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Fortress</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>20-03-2010, 12:04:15</strong>
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				<strong>Anzhelika Nikolaev<br>Private Quarters</strong><br><br>She let out a smirk at what Ella had said. <br><br>"The life of a young in a forsaken town in Kazakhstan isn't exactly easy. I had to take care of myself in a household with a drunk father and five violent brothers. They all worked in the prison and the only option I had was to follow them."<br><br>Her hands could no longer lay idle and she placed one on Ella's knee.<br><br>"If I had been your judge I would still have followed the rules. If you did something wrong you need to face the consequences. No judge on earth would have send you here since this place is top secret."<br>The guard let out a sigh and gently squeezed Ella's knee.<br><br>"You are bought, like a product, somebody paid money to get you here like everybody else. Most prisoners leave this facility dead or mentally insane. Those who don't leave are used for research like they are stock."<br><br>The fury in her voice was clear when she said this.<br>"I'm leaving this place soon Ella. Forever. And you and Kate are coming with me."<br><br>There, she had said it. Whether it was smart or not, she didn't care. Ella seemed to be an okay girl and still the lust raged inside her. Quickly she drank her coffee and tried to find any reaction on Ella's face.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Fortress</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katy1008</strong> on <strong>20-03-2010, 13:54:22</strong>
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				Kate watched a little open-mouthed as Popov closed the cell-door and he and Amelia disappeared. She sat down hard on the edge of the lower bunk and let out a breath that she hadn't even realized she had been holding. <em>So much for trying to appeal to his common decency. </em>She rested her elbows on her knees and her head fell forward into her hands. She closed her eyes. <br><br><em>What state was Amelia going to come back in this time? Could she survive whatever it was the Warden had in mind for her? Maybe it was just a quiet chat? Perhaps this was something that they would all have to go through as part of their 'induction'? Maybe this time she would get her cup of tea this time... And what was that look from Popov?</em> <br><br>Kate shivered a little; not sure whether suddenly there was a chill in the air or whether it was remembering Popov's long visual inspection of her. She shook her head and brought herself back to her immediate reality. She was alone now. Her cell was empty. The cell opposite was empty. Maybe Ella and Amelia were gone for good and all she had to look forward to by way of contact from now on was Dodds and the company of the guards between the cell and wherever Dodds wanted her. She swallowed hard at the thought of that next meeting; she couldn't imagine any way that that was going to be a good time. Surely Dodds couldn't be so stupid and gullible as to just pass on the list of drugs she had rattled off. And if he had been... actually that might make things even worse. He'd look stupid and gullible to whomsoever he had passed the information on to, presumably whilst attempting to show how good he was in getting key information quickly. <br><br>But then there was the new arrival. She listened; couln't hear anything but the low hum of either the facilities generators or heating system. She stood up and moved to the cell door. Leaning against them, she looked at least in the direction of the cell a little further along the corridor.<br><br>"Hey. Hello.... how are you settling in in there? My name is Kate."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Fortress</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Merdoroli</strong> on <strong>22-03-2010, 20:30:25</strong>
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				<strong>Atreyu Dremmacks<br>Cell block CD-10</strong><br><br>Atreyu heard someone yell from across the way but it took him a second to realize she was talking to him. When he did figure it out his sat up and groaned before walking to the door of his cell, his hand outstretched to find the bars before he ran in to them. He could see the being across the way, he assume she was a girl since she said her name was Kate but he couldn't make out her body shape from here so it was really just a guess. <br><br>"You're allowed to settle in here?" He asked back, "I was under the assumption 'settling in' means you get at least semi-comfortable. And this place is definitely anything but comfortable. In fact I get the feeling these people take pleasure in making a person uncomfortable."<br><br>He rested his head slowly against the bars, feeling more tired by the second and really wishing he had a pack of ice, he thought that'd fix his eye in minutes. As it was he didn't think it'd get better for a day at least. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Fortress</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>23-03-2010, 16:18:21</strong>
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				<strong> Amelia<br>at the Warders Rooms</strong><br>Amelia looked at the large male guard and turned to smile at him as she walked without trouble. She looked so small, delicate and what one would consider fragile. There was something very precious about her as if she were made if fine porcelain rather than flesh and bone. The young woman licked her lips then and tilted her head. “I saw the way you looked at the lovely young woman in my resting place.&nbsp; I do hope you did not have lustful thoughts that you intend to act upon. After all you are aware as to what happens to those that behave in such a manner?” Her eyes glazed over for a moment as memories of her path trickled into her head.<br><br>“Oh my we are here now, thanking you for escorting me, though I really don’t believe I would have been in any danger.” Still Amelia showed no fear and was exceedingly polite, even offering a polite incline of the head as she walked into the chambers of the one that had summoned her. <br><br>The killer believed that this woman, this warder was indeed a sinner…it might take a little time though provide the right punishment, still Amelia could be very creative and she had ‘good’ and all that was enlightened on her side.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Fortress</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>auroraChloe</strong> on <strong>26-03-2010, 21:28:18</strong>
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				<strong>Prisoner Ella Thompson<br>personal quarters of Guard Anzhelika Nikolaev</strong><br><br><em>The tales this girl must have to tell.</em>&nbsp; With an internal shudder she set the coffee back on the table.&nbsp; It had grown bitter as it cooled unlike the hand on her knee.&nbsp; <br><br>Having known the tender affections of a family and a lover both, there was no initial shock at the contact but Ella saw as the guard went on a certain light in her pretty eyes.&nbsp; A look that sought something more from her than friendly interaction.&nbsp; The prisoner's brow furrowed as Anzhelika went on; she could hardlly believe the impassioned words.&nbsp; <em>So, the stories on the outside are true?</em>&nbsp; Everyone had heard vague ghost stories of horrors suffered behind corporation prison walls.&nbsp; Shaking her head in disbelief, Ella shifted slightly, subtly disengaging from the guard's grip with out too much trouble.&nbsp; <br>&nbsp;<br>"You can't be serious."&nbsp; She stood then, the dishwater gray dress falling around the borrowed sweat pants as she soundlessly padded around the couch.&nbsp; Ella studied the other girl's face, her mind rejecting the story on it's surface, but deep down she wasn't so sure.&nbsp; There were many things in the face framed in gold and pink.&nbsp; Could a lie be one of them?<br>&nbsp;<br>"Research?&nbsp; You make it sound like mad scientists run this place, Anzhelika."&nbsp; The fingers of one hand twisted and pulled at the fingers of the other, a nervous habit from long ago.&nbsp; "It's insane what you say.&nbsp; There are laws... regulations.&nbsp; and..." A hand snaked up behind her neck to find the small puncture so recently created there.&nbsp; She paled a little staring at the other girl and swallowed a growing lump of fear.&nbsp; "I can't go far."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Fortress</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>27-03-2010, 00:32:10</strong>
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				Anzhelika's feelings were soon dashed and doused as Ella stood up and started pacing around. <em>You shouldn't have told her... that way she was yours...</em> She let out a sigh and sat back in her chair again and switched on the radio to listen to some classical music. <em>But she has the right to know... she has to prepare..</em><br><br>"Ella you are an innocent girl and you don't know much about the world outside your comfort zone. The prisoner across your cell, Kate Bartlett, she is a laywer. She knows . I will invite her soon and talk about my plan. She can help us when we get out. She <em>has</em> to.."<br><br>The prisoner was right to be afraid of the chip in her neck but Anzhelika smiled.<br><br>"The chips only work to the remote closest by. While you are here, no remote works on you because mine is closest. If you stick with me, nothing can happen."<br><br>Anzhelika had already given up on doing anything and stood up and swung open the door of the tiny bedroom. This too was cozy decorated and even had some curtains against the blank wall to at least fake a view. Sighing, she closed the curtains and swung the sheets back. It was a very comfortable and soft bed and she padded the mattrass.<br><br>"You can sleep here tonight. I'll take the sofa." <br><br>With that she took a blanket from the closet and undressed herself safe for the underwear and brushed her teeth. She told Ella she could use the toothbrush and everything she needed in this small 'house'. With a final, almost apologetic look, she curled up on the sofa and waited for the movement sensor to turn off the lights when Ella was in bed.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Fortress</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katy1008</strong> on <strong>27-03-2010, 12:15:06</strong>
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				<strong>Prisoner Kate Bartlett<br>Cellblock CD17</strong><br><br>Kate found herself smiling a little. At least he was alive and lucid she thought to herself. Sounded pretty sane too. She released her grip on the cell bars, turned her back to the side wall and slide down until she was sitting on the floor in the space between the bottom of the bunks and the bars.<br><br>"'Comfort' is relative I guess. But I agree, the certainly haven't made it easy. What's your name? How are you doing? It looked like you got a fairly rough welcome from someone. What did you do to bring yourself to the attention of our current hosts?"<br><br>There was silence. Kate mentally smacked herself. She might well want to have some perfectly ordinary contact with another human being, but maybe he didn't... at least right now. <em>'And what do you go and do?'</em> she asked herself. <em>'Throw a deluge of questions out at the poor guy when maybe he just wants to lie down and go to sleep.'</em><br><br>"Sorry. I didn't mean to... If you want to get some sleep, just say so and I'll just keep quiet."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Fortress</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Merdoroli</strong> on <strong>28-03-2010, 20:49:00</strong>
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				<strong>Atreyu Dremmacks<br>Cell block CD-10</strong><br><br>"I'm Atreyu. And you? I'd say it's nice to meet you but, to be honest, since I've got to be in jail to meet you I'd rather prefer we hadn't met. Do you mean what landed me here or what got me this black eye? 'Cuz the black eye thing is just because I've supposedly got a smart mouth." Atreyu did mostly want to sleep but he thought he'd have plenty of time for that later and this may be his only chance in a while to meet other people.<br><br>"No no, it's fine. I enjoy talking, got me a black eye today but it's still fun. How about you? What's your name and what got you stuck in this place? If you don't mind me asking of course." He was just trying to make conversation but he realized why someone was in jail might be a bit too personal.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Fortress</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>29-03-2010, 16:58:23</strong>
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				Amelia walked into the Warders private chambers and looked about, the woman was not waiting for her and that was really rather rude, even if she was the warder. The killer narrowed her eyes, and rolled her slender shoulders in their sockets. She sniffed the air going into predator mode, after all this was a chance to punish someone who deserved it. For this woman certainly did. Amelia stood for a moment and considered just the right punishment given the obvious lack of tools and possible lack of time.<br><br>First Amelia found a letter opener and some scissors, they would be useful because they were a part of what was needed so was the heavy statuette that may become necessary. These were just a part of it the killer decided on an eye for an eye…and thus as this woman had fed in many ways from those around her so she would feed them.<br><br>Amelia could hear the shower and smiled it would make so much less mess so after gathering a plastic bag, some sharp implements, tape,&nbsp; and the statue&nbsp; she entered the shower. Obviously she was not expected and so the blow to the head worked suitable, and then the bag over the head. The killer found the panic on a face, followed by the ecstasy most pleasurable. It aided her own soul in its purpose.<br><br>Now came, the more intricate matter. The woman had lady razors which would have to do for the skinning process. Something larger would be needed for the cutting up of joints for the kitchens. Amelia sang soft songs as she worked; it was a religious experience for her. Even covered in blood as she skinned the woman alive the killer was calm and unafraid well alive as long as the air held in the bag. She would shower later in the Warders bathroom once her work was finished.<br><br>Now it was time to find heavier implements to make that special meat, for all of her victims to enjoy. Well at least after the coat hangers were made into make do meat hooks. After all bleeding her would make the meat more tender.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Fortress</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>auroraChloe</strong> on <strong>12-04-2010, 15:20:09</strong>
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				<strong>Prisoner Ella Thompson<br>personal quarters of Guard Anzhelika Nikolaev</strong><br><br><br>Mumbled protests about the sleeping arrangements were quashed as the pretty guard ushered the prisoner into her bed.&nbsp; In the quiet darkness, disturbing bullets of information ricocheted around Ella's mind; <em>the property of Gen-Tech - Doctor Dodd is a strange man - leaving this place - I suggest you make a friend - research like they are stock - coming with me - sleep with me tonight - dead or mentally insane - stick with me, nothing can happen - somebody paid money to get you here...</em><br><br>When sleep finally over took her, it was full of disturbing dreams that tossed and turned through the night, until morning when she came awake slowly in the comfort of Anzhelka's bed.&nbsp; Ella lay under the cozy, warm covers for a time as the fog lifted slowly.&nbsp; Growing anxious to start the day the girl finally slipped out of bed, soft lighting coming on as her stockinged feet hit the floor.&nbsp; Moving quietly to wash her face and brush her teeth, a permission she'd hesitated on taking advantage of the night before, she also brushed her hair before leaning close to peer into the mirror taking note of the darkish circles under her eyes.&nbsp; <em>... used for research like they are stock ...&nbsp; </em><br><br>Ella swallowed hard, pushing the disturbing thoughts to the back of her mind as she moved to the kitchen to start coffee, peeking over at the form on the couch.&nbsp; She didn't want to read too much into her luck at sleeping in a comfortable bed rather than that hard plastic shelf in her cell.&nbsp; The guard, she realized, had wanted more from her than a partner in escape, but had chosen to be gracious instead of forcing the issue.&nbsp; Ella knew the spunky blond could have done just that so the tender mercy was appreciated.&nbsp; <br><br>Keeping as quiet as possible, she looked out the heavy glass window while the coffee brewed, wondering if the water was as cold and silent as it seemed.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Fortress</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zorak</strong> on <strong>14-04-2010, 14:44:22</strong>
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				<strong>Scientist, Carl Dodd</strong><br><strong>Carl's Personal Suite </strong><br><br>One would have thought there would have been an alarm of some sort.&nbsp; There were more than enough ways to tell the com-pads you were in distress.&nbsp; It was the bio-filters in the ventilation signal that eventually kicked up warnings.&nbsp; They were there to detect airborne nuisances like bugs, water vapor, or other particulate matter that could spread disease.&nbsp; Carl supposed that "blood" fell into that category - though it was something that nobody really expected to find in the air vents.&nbsp; <br><br>He supposed that if anyone knew it was blood that had triggered the alert, they might not have been so quick to enter the Warden's quarters.&nbsp; The long and short of it, was that when the maintenance people opened the door, they took to closing it again rather quickly.<br><br>Guards were dispatched, and a blood covered - no, blood "soaked" - Amelia Lightfoot seemed quite calm and almost "chirpy" as she was escorted to solitary confinement without much issue.&nbsp; Carl himself hadn't seen any of the "carnage" yet, as he was locked in his quarters, along with the rest of the staff.&nbsp; The Fortress had gone into a lock-down as soon as the bio-filters detected something was wrong, and the only people who could open or close doors at the moment, were maintenance and guards on-duty.&nbsp; Off duty personnel and other staff were going to be staying where they were for a few hours yet.<br><br>With nobody in charge, Carl had been the appropriate "go-to" and he was busy enough coordinating guards and cleanup crews from his desk.&nbsp; He had no particular desire to go looking at the Warden's quarters.&nbsp; Once everything was cleaned up, he'd have to deal with Amelia in some way.&nbsp; Of course, he'd also have to inform his father of the unfortunate events.&nbsp; Hopefully, his own role in the fiasco would result in the prize of less contact dear-old-dad.&nbsp; He crossed his fingers.<br><br>It was early morning.&nbsp; Most of the guards he knew were locked in their own quarters, so he was dealing with the overnight staff - and the brain trust, it was not.&nbsp; He sighed... it was going to be a long day...
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Fortress</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>28-05-2010, 12:50:32</strong>
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				<br>((Just seeing if this is still alive... jump in when you're still up fer this game))<br><br><br><br><br>Anzhelika woke up from the beeping of her wrist band and the smell of fresh coffee. The message on her wristband was not very good.<br><br><em>.."Facility lockdown. Code red. Updates to follow"..</em><br><br>She muttered a curse and tried the door of her private quarters. As expected, it was locked and she let out a sigh. There was a big risk now. If anybody was opening her door and would see Ella with her in her room, she would be in troubles with the Warden.<br><br>"Something happened Ella. We're in total lockdown. All prisoners are locked in and all the off duty guards cannot leave wherever they are."<br><br>She had had one lockdown before in her time here. A prisoner tried to escape and opened the submarine hatch. The facility went to lockdown and the poor sucker drowned himself as the airlock was flooded and he couldn't get out. <br><br>"Did you sleep well?"<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Fortress</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Misery</strong> on <strong>10-06-2010, 03:36:30</strong>
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				<strong> Guard Aleks Popov<br>Hallway between Cell CD-10 and Warden's quarters </strong><br><br>As the alarm explodes through the hall, all exterior doors lock down.&nbsp; Not one to typically work this shift he had turned off his communicator after letting Dodd know the prisoner was delivered.&nbsp; Expletives explode from Aleks lips, "God Damnit!!....Son of a bitch!...." <br><br>Turning several times to see the night guards running around in apparent confusion, he grabs the nearest one, "What the fuck is going on?" he practically screaming over the noise of the alarm.&nbsp; As the guard fills him in that excessive amounts of blood were systematically detected in the Wardens quarters, his skin instantly turns white, and sweat quickly fills his palms.&nbsp; &nbsp;Shoving the guard away he quickly launches himself to the direction of Dodd's quarters.&nbsp; &nbsp;His mind races as he walks, <em> What the fuck did he do? Did he just deliver the Warden's death to her doorstep?</em>&nbsp; The anger swelled within him as he grew closer to Dodd's quarters.&nbsp; He swore to himself he would find out what the hell was going on, even if he had to beat it out of Dodd.&nbsp; <br><br>Arriving at Dodd's quarter he quickly realized he was also locked down.&nbsp; With full resolve he had no problem with waiting patiently for the lockdown to end.&nbsp; Propping himself comfortably against the far wall from the quarters door.&nbsp; He stood there to all appearances fully relaxed but he was anything but relaxed.&nbsp; Every muscle in his body tense and tight ready to jump through the door at the slightest glimpse of opening. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Fortress</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>auroraChloe</strong> on <strong>10-06-2010, 19:09:35</strong>
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				<strong>Prisoner Ella Thompson<br>personal quarters of Guard Anzhelika Nikolaev - <span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">LOCK DOWN &nbsp;</span> </strong><br><br>The beeping drew the girl at the window from her reverie to watch her hostess curiously.&nbsp; Anzhelika seemed to mask her concern quickly, so Ella let it alone for the moment.&nbsp; She smiled wanly, the smudges of poor sleep evident under her blue eyes.<br><br>"Not so much really.&nbsp; Lots of things whirling through my mind, strange dreams..."&nbsp; The new prisoner had heard some disturbing information all told.&nbsp; Stocking feet carried her soundless to the kitchen area where she stated the obvious.&nbsp; "I took the liberty of making coffee.&nbsp; I hope you don't mind.&nbsp; Cream and sugar?"&nbsp; She poured out two cups waiting for Anzhelika's reply.<br><br>"Does this kind of thing happen often?&nbsp; This lock down?"&nbsp; Ella was amazed by her own 'matter of fact' tone.&nbsp; Before the horror of the past weeks, she'd never been a worrier, instead taking life as it came, doing her best to be decent in it.&nbsp; Keeping her voice nonchalant, she arched a brow.&nbsp; "Should i be worried about not being in my cell?"&nbsp; She almost said 'we' knowing staying here the night before was far from protocol.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Fortress</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>11-06-2010, 14:36:07</strong>
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				<strong> Amelia Lightfoot, Solitary. </strong><br><br><br><em>I will sing you one O<br>Green grow the rushes O<br>What is your one O<br>One is one and all alone<br>And evermore shall be so<br><br>I will sing you two O<br>Green grow the rushes O<br>What is your two O<br>Two, two the lily white boys<br>Clothed all in green O<br><br>I will sing you three O<br>Green grow the rushes O<br>What is your three O<br><br>Three, three the rivals<br><br>Four for the Gospel makers<br><br>Five for the symbols at your door<br><br>Six for the six proud walkers<br><br>Seven for the seven stars in the sky<br><br>Eight for the April rainers<br><br>Nine for the nine bright shiners<br><br>Ten for the Ten Commandments<br><br>Eleven for the eleven that went to heaven<br><br>Twelve for the twelve apostles</em><br><br>Amelia Lightfoot did not seem upset at her new confinement for it gave her a chance to plan and consider her list, that long list that needed to be completed soon, because her own soul was in jeopardy, the young and slight woman knew that she had to be able to escape both his place and hell. Perhaps this was hell, now that was interesting. <br><br>This she sang to herself and made her plans, the alarms and shouts the light even the darkness did not trouble her, why would it Amelia had her plan, she had her mission and thus all was well. So after walking a little and singing the killer sat down still in her blood stained clothes and continued to entertain herself. Why should she be afraid? Amelia really did believe she had a very special purpose.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Fortress</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Misery</strong> on <strong>13-06-2010, 05:41:31</strong>
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				<strong>Guard Aleks Popov<br>Outside Dr. Dodd's quarters</strong><br><br>Aleks' patience was beginning to wear thing after waiting for Dodd for forty-five minutes. Tired of waiting and his anger swelling with each minute that passes he pushes himself from the wall that he had been leaning on.&nbsp; Walking straight for the door he begins banging very hard on the door yelling, "Dodd get your fucking ass out here! Dodd, I know you can hear me, what the hell is going on?"&nbsp; He waited silently for some form of reply or the tell tale signs of footsteps nearing the door.
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