[EX] The Chronicles of Crematoria- Main thread
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				Title: <strong>[EX] The Chronicles of Crematoria- Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kotah</strong> on <strong>16-12-2009, 01:11:30</strong>
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				Since the move itself is privately owned, I don't want to risk trouble by using movie images in the thread, Instead I'll give y'all some links. <br>http://riddick.wikia.com/wiki/Crematoria (http://riddick.wikia.com/wiki/Crematoria)<br>http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0296572/mediaindex?page=2 (http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0296572/mediaindex?page=2)<br><br>Dark, dank, dirty, dangerous, disgusting. A lot of D words could easily describe this place. The prison was cut out of the rock walls, the cells dug out by the prisoners that would later die in them. At one point there might have been some up keep to the place. There were stair wells, and cells, and halls, and paths, but now they were starting to decay. The place was falling apart, and even the damn walls were sweating from the heat. It couldn't be sanitary. <br><br>There are multiple levels of the society. Literally building from the ground upwards. At the top you had the guards. They lived in shambled shacks cut out of the rock and connected with cat walks and hallways closer to the surface. The only think that connected the guards to the prisoners level was a chain that would raise and/or lower the person from one level to the next. Oh, and there was one stairwell, however, that was neatly guarded by the beasts they used to keep the prisoners further in line. Just in case the big fucking guns weren't enough to keep the inmates under heel.<br><br>Below that, was the prison itself. The shambles of what once would have been the greatest max security prison there was. Not it looked like a debilitated cave with whips of dirty steam and pools of dank dirty water gathering in hot pools on the uneven floors. There were cells lining the outer walls, and they could be accessed by the cat walked that inter crossed back and forth. The lucky ones got the cells, an d since the locks had long since been broken, the prisoners had to find their own means to keep the beasts, and the savages that shared their home out of the cells. the unlucky ones were left to find homes in the crevices and rock shelves that littered the compound. If they were lucky, it would be a good remote one that was somewhat out of sight. That way they had less of a chance of being eaten, at least by the other inmates that prescribed to that. There wasn't much help for the beasts.<br><br>Liberty, well, she was a lucky one. she had been able to find a small one person cell with and intact bed. With the means of her trading between the guards and the prisoners she had gotten hold of an old padlock with which to lock the cell door closed when she wanted to leave the cell, or when she slept. The cell had old dirty and rotting cloth tossed up on the bar for a bit of privacy, and she had been able to trade for random nick-nacks to fill her little hovel.<br><br>Opening hte cell door, she quickly locked it behind herself, and hid the key on her person. It would do little good to let that get stolen. Then she proceed to walk down the catwalk, her cup of warm soup in her hand. the soup wasn't warm becasue she had the means to heat it. No, she wasn't that gifted to have her own little set up. Instead she had used a little steam duct to heat the can after she had popped the top off of it. Life was what you were able to make out of it down here, and she was good enough at what she did to make sure she didn't go hungry. She sighs as she looks out over the main commons, Her body bending forwards as she leans over the cat walk rails to look out at the other inmates. She was sweaty and dirty, jsut like everyone else. Her clothes an old wife beater that was missing one shoulder, and had a spattering of holes that covered the belly and back of it. Not to mention the dirt smudges. She had a pair of old black functional pants on as well. There were even more tears and holes int he pants, and one must wonder how in the hell she kept them on her body. At random she had old dirty rags and bandannas sew into the holes to keep the pants decent, and somewhat concealing.
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				Post by: <strong>Daimon de Broken Hearted</strong> on <strong>16-12-2009, 01:34:45</strong>
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				This prison was a one way stop they said, one of those you sold it and lived in hell. He was one of the unlucky ones, no safe little cage to keep him in, but he was best when thinking on his feet, or in a female guards break time. At 7'5&nbsp; and three fifty-five of musle, little bothered him. Reece Evros would move, through the low lit area on a cliff. His boots were not the best, but protected his feet, and his pants, overalls, without the straps upon his shoulders. He watched the going ons, the regular fights, and perched in his crevice. Blue eyes shimmered like the cats silver ones. Perhaps seeing a kindred spirit had saved him for awhile.<br><br>But her avoided them at feeding time, and most others. The merc tatt was scarred as they burnt it from him. You name the joint up until now he had escaped, only to end up in this place. No escape had been done, and if it had, he was another place at the time. Drinking his tea, he kept an eye on the guards and their little fun games. He found none fun, and avoided them if he could. He would flip down a chain, swinging to a lower level. His muscles flexing as he lowered himself. Jumping the last foot. " Nother day."
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				Post by: <strong>playfullchick76</strong> on <strong>16-12-2009, 13:05:11</strong>
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				Everyday above ground is a good day, her father had always told her, but her father had never been to Crematoria to see how wrong that could be. Here, it was safer to be under the ground than on Terra Firma where you either froze or were incinerated.<br><br>Blair sat in her own cell, that she had aquired an hour after being lowered into the prison from the guards central meeting room. Even as she was lowered down, she showed no fear. Her mind was already working,figuring out possibilities, angles, and ways out, as well as ways to survive.<br><br>The former owner of the cell that she was in had found her an hour after she had arrived. He was one who preyed on the weak,and had figured her for a weak girl. She had a lot of trouble keeping a smirk from her face as he had threatened her and forced her into his cell to have his wicked way with her. In all of 6 seconds, she had disarmed him, kicked him where it would hurt the most, then&nbsp; helped him out and over the edge of the catwalk.<br><br>He had taken the expressway down and landed with a loud splat at the very bottom of the prison<br>.And just like that, she had a home here. The guards had done nothing, but she knew that they had been watching, perhaps even making bets on how long it would take for someone to kill her.She had made at least one guard rich and happy, as&nbsp; after one prison check, she found some candy under the rolled up rags that she used as her pillow.<br><br>Blair's hair was kept short by one of her many blades that she kept on her, and she still had the pants and boots that she had on when she first arrived here. Her top hadnt lasted long, but she had made a trade with a guard, one session in bed with her for a replacement top and the knife that she had used to kill her last mining corporation exec on Dural 7.<br><br>By no means was she a whore, or informer.She just used her assets, her exotic body and baby blue eyes to get what she wanted. Men were men, and prison guards were still men. If she didnt have to risk a beating for what she wanted, then all the better, right.<br><br>Leaving her cell, she closed the door and headed down to the lower level. She didnt lock it because she didnt have a lock.plus, anyone that did steal from her would be very ,very sorry and would never do it again. Crematoria Tea was one of the few things that she did eagerly anticipate, apart from dinner time and when the bad air was swapped with fresh air from the surface.<br><br>&nbsp;She had allied herself with the more democratically-minded prisoners not long ago, and did provide them with protection in return for tea and favors from time to time. The twelve black roses on her arm told everyone there that 12 people had met their end at her hands, and she wouldnt hesitate to remind them of why she had had a 800k bounty on her head.
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				Post by: <strong>Shihong</strong> on <strong>16-12-2009, 17:01:44</strong>
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				<em>"Such little things,"</em> Flayer wheezed through his mask, voice marked by the harsh static of some unseen breathing apparatus, or perhaps an Ultravoice.&nbsp; <em>"Such small actions.&nbsp; A cut here, a stab there.&nbsp; A bit of pressure in just the right place, and then...&nbsp; Gone.&nbsp; It's always the little things."</em><br><br>The man Flayer was whispering to was in no condition to respond, mostly because his tongue was currently being devoured by a bloated, flesh-eating grub that was being forced into his open mouth, and his jaw had been broken to keep it from moving.&nbsp; He made squeaky little choking noises, like the last sighs of a mouse caught in a faulty trap that didn't quite snap the right bones quick enough for a quick and easy death.&nbsp; Flayer's thumbs were caressing his throat, cutting off just enough air to keep him from shrieking but providing just enough to keep him alive.&nbsp; An empty syringe lay inches away from his head, the adrenaline used to keep him quite awake for the entire ordeal.&nbsp; If the worm sensed his considerable distress it certainly wasn't about to show any pity, its translucent gray flesh rippling as it enjoyed its gluttonous feast.&nbsp; <br><br>Eventually the last bits of tongue had been snatched up, and Flayer began to guide the horrid little thing down the prisoner's throat.&nbsp; <em>"Take this, for example.&nbsp; Such a humble creature.&nbsp; They normally like their prey dead first, but give them a little bit of confidence and they leap at a meal with such gusto!&nbsp; They just need some encouragement.&nbsp; I like seeing the weak take charge.&nbsp; Devour the strong.&nbsp; Like you, Mister Vasquez.&nbsp; You were a very strong man once, isn't that right?"</em><br><br>Saying the man was strong was a bit of an understatement.&nbsp; The fellow was positively mountainous, made up of so much raw muscle that his skin seemed ready to blister and break at the slightest flex.&nbsp; But now his body was so completely broken and covered with lacerations that it was a wonder he was even alive at all. <br><br><em>"Power reduced to so much meat.&nbsp; But that's how it is.&nbsp; For you.&nbsp; For the others.&nbsp; For me.&nbsp; We may live as Kings or Commoners, but all must one day bow before the Conqueror Worm."</em><br><br>One last convulsion shuddered through Vasquez as the blood filling his lungs finally became too much to bear.&nbsp; His eyes lost their focus, and the man's choking gasps became a long, gurgling sigh that faded away beneath the grotesque noise of the feasting grub.&nbsp; Flayer shook his head in a way that could be construed as mournful, then hoisted himself up from the corpse's chest and forcefully tugged the barbed wire binding it in place.&nbsp; It came away roughly, taking chunks of flesh with it and rolling the body about.&nbsp; The enforcer whipped the length of it against the nearest blackened wall until most of the gore was gone, drawing forth yet more worms from unseen holes in the darkness.&nbsp; He wound it slowly about his arm as he walked away from the morbid sight, whistling a tune that came out as nothing more than harsh static.&nbsp; For Vasquez it was the end of a long and painful life.<br><br>For Flayer, it was Tuesday.
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				Post by: <strong>playfullchick76</strong> on <strong>17-12-2009, 15:33:24</strong>
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				Reaching the lower levels, she helped herself to some of the tea that the smarter and resourcefull prisoners had prepared. They were smart ones, not too good with arms, that was clear, but they had pissed off someone up high to be sent here. No, they could provide certain comforts even here.<br><br>The teas made varied from slam to slam, depending on what the prisoners could aquire or trade for, and this particular tea was quite good.<br><br>After finishing it, she ate her meal that she had kept from the other day, some kind of crustacean that tasted good once you got past the outer shell, then moved through to the warm sulpur scented water that was held by natural forces, then undressed and slipped into the water to have a bath.<br><br>As long as you could ignore the scent of sulpur, and timed your immersion right, it could be very clensing and relaxing. If you lost track of time, you could end up red all over, or worse, dead.<br><br>Savoring the water for only two minutes, all that she dared to, she stepped out and knelt down to quickly wash her clothes in the water, then change back into them.<br>She had heard screams the night before, if it even was daytime now, and tried not to think about the owner of the voice,and if he was still alive. The guard who had taken a prisoner, who she had named the beast, scared her like no&nbsp; one else ever had.<br><br>She could face the other guards well enough, and there had been other guards in other slams who had enjoyed inflicting pain on their 'guests'.But the Beast, he put them all to shame. As soon as she even sensed him in the lower levels, she was out of there and into her personal hidey hole, where even his whip couldnt reach her.
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				Post by: <strong>Zelric Miras</strong> on <strong>18-12-2009, 02:14:05</strong>
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				Yrec was laughing wildly, the scent of blood still in his clothes gave him a thrill, mostly when he leaned agains the guard nd whispered in her ear. The girl must have been new, she jumped back horrified at what he proposed. <br><br>Now he was being lowered, danging from the chain, the blade-less hilt on his hands, currently handcuffed. He looked up and grinned at the guard, the chain sped up a bit. He looked down and around him, the other prisioners looked at him, "I don't think it'd be in your best interest to get to close" he told one that was eyeing him with a knife in hand. <br><br>They dropped him off a few feet over the ground, he landed easily and got up. He moved his hands to his head and took a pin hidden in his hair and quickly unlocked the handcuffs. "Quite an interesting place..." he tought as he looked around.
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				Post by: <strong>playfullchick76</strong> on <strong>18-12-2009, 11:29:42</strong>
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				One could sense when something would happen. And the only things that stood out was feeding time, clearout time when the dogs were let loose, and when new prisoners were lowered.<br><br>Upon hearing the buzz that a new prisoner was being lowered, she moved with several of the other prisoners to watch the new one being lowered down. If he couldnt handle himself, then he would be a mummified body soon enough.<br><br>She said nothing at first, and just watched as he undid his handcuffs and regarded the small crowd that surrounded him, but not too close.<br><br>"Dont mind the Sulphur smell, you'll get used to it, among many other things here", she said, breaking the ice and speaking first.
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				Post by: <strong>Zelric Miras</strong> on <strong>19-12-2009, 04:16:48</strong>
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				Yrec looked at the 'crowd' that had assembled around him. "The welcome party? I would have expected more intimidating people here. Oh well, guess i can't complain." He looked at each face closely watching for reactions. His eyes met Blairs and smiled. "Something interest at least." he walked over and bowed his head. "Yrec Eredin, Blood if you prefer nicknames, at your service or perhaps you can service me."
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				Post by: <strong>Kotah</strong> on <strong>19-12-2009, 06:13:20</strong>
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				Remaining where she was, she watched the spectacle of the new guy being fed to the dogs. Or, rather, the new guy kicking the shit out of the dogs. Whichever. Her head tilts to the side as she raises her tin cup to her lips and takes another drink of her luke warm soup. <em>Welcome to the party.</em> She didn't to to greet him. Instead, she remained idle where she was. Her small form bent forwards as she rests her weight on her forearms against the hot metal of the rail. <br><br>She dipped her head to a bit of a nod to Blair. They had some sort of on going business, and it was a handy tool to keep friendly. Liberty was a couple levels up from them, but not so far off as to be out of a clear line of sight. <br><br>With a bit of a long sigh, she hadn't gotten much sleep last night with all the screaming, Liberty set to work. She took the last drink of her soup, tucked the cup into the black messenger bag she wore, and turned away from the rail to walk down the debilitated stairs. Someone had tried to steal her bag once, and it was a mistake that no one ever cared to make again. If the bag got stolen, the people's whose stuff was in it was taken. The people that kept Liberty in the good weren't typically the people you wanted to steal from. She made sure everyone knew that if something happened to her, or her bag, it wasn't her fault. So trying to rob the girl was something like trying to poke a rabid dog with a very short stick.<br><br>On her way down the stairs, she paused every now and then. Random men and women coming up to her to purchase a pack of smokes, condoms, toothbrushes, a new shirt, a book, or some other random item that the woman would fish out of her black bag. A morning like any other... well... Who actually knew what time it was?
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				Post by: <strong>playfullchick76</strong> on <strong>19-12-2009, 17:42:58</strong>
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				She cant help but smile as he tells her his name, then the name that works better for him here, Blood.<br><br>"I'd go with Blood, personally. If your even half as good as you make yourself out to be, you'll have to spill some", she replies and steps closer. "And, if you ask me to service you again, the only blood being spilled will be yours, so..word to the wise, dont say that to me", she adds, letting him know that she dispenses favors on her terms only.<br><br>Glancing up to the&nbsp; catwalk above her, she nodded her head in reply to Liberty. Liberty wasnt someone that she had expected to last here, but last she did. She had special skills that allowed her to get things.She could aquire hard to get items, even Blair had availed herself on her services to get a toothbrush, shoelaces, and candies from her favourite worlds from time to time.<br><br>In return, she offered Liberty her services as a protector, and watched over her whenever she could.She had 'disciplined' only one prisoner for trying to steal from Liberty.He had been sliced three times before he had even felt the pain from the first one, then had ended up spending longer than two minutes in the suphur baths, long enough to be red all over and in pain for days.<br><br>Not many could aquire things from a prison like Crematoria, and though she told herself that it was just good business, she liked Liberty, but would never admit it to anyone of course.<br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Shihong</strong> on <strong>19-12-2009, 19:27:03</strong>
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				"How many does that make it?&nbsp; You break the thousands yet, eh?&nbsp; Why the fuck the Wardens even keep you here, I'll never know."<br><br>Upon reaching the upper tiers of the prison, Flayer had been immediately accosted by another Enforcer.&nbsp; "Brass" Reynolds, aptly named for the bits of metal that had been fused directly into the flesh covering his knuckles.&nbsp; He was a well-built man with skin tainted red by too many prolonged stays in the baths, completely lacking any sort of body hair from the sulfur eating away at him over the years.&nbsp; He bore stern features for someone so young, twisted into an expression that seemed halfway between irritated and amused as he looked at the so-called "Beast".&nbsp; <br><br><em>"We all have a purpose.&nbsp; All tools.&nbsp; I happen to be a useful one,"</em> he wheezed, the dull red LED in his mask focusing carefully.<br><br>Brass sneered.&nbsp; "What good is a tool that goes off and does whatever it fucking feels like, whenever it feels like it?&nbsp; Vasquez wasn't cleared for execution.&nbsp; At least the others make their marks look like accidents.&nbsp; Ain't like the fucking trash in that pitt don't kill 'emselves all the damn time anyway.&nbsp; But you just sneak on down there like a fucking shadow, brutalize or hypnotize or whatever the fuck that wordplay is that you use to make the fuckers kill 'emselves for ya.&nbsp; Like you're acting on your own damn authority.&nbsp; You ain't the boss of this place Flayer, and a freak like you never will be.&nbsp; Hell, none of us up top are god damn flower pickers, but out of all of us you're the one stain that should be down there with the rest of the garbage, permanently."<br><br>Flayer made some sort of metallic choking noise that made Brass flinch somewhat; it was rare that the Beast laughed, and the sound was always terribly unnerving.&nbsp; It was a gross approximation of amusement, made by someone whose found humor in places that sent most men into madness.<br><br><em>"I will take your concerns under advisement.&nbsp; By the way, how is that girlfriend of yours?"</em><br><br>Brass stiffened.&nbsp; "What the fuck are you-"<br><br><em>"One eye, looks to be stabbed out.&nbsp; Lovely black locks.&nbsp; Pristine beauty marred by the pain of an uncaring existence.&nbsp; Calls herself Stiletto, sentenced for murdering an entire enclave of slavers that just happened to be under the protection of a local Monarch.&nbsp; What an unjust civilization humanity has spread across the stars.&nbsp; It's good that she has found comfort here.&nbsp; In your arms."</em><br><br>The other man looked absolutely livid; clearly the relationship was not a matter of public knowledge.&nbsp; But despite his seething rage, he said nothing.&nbsp; Even his red skin seemed pale now as he choked back some angry retort.<br><br><em>"Yes.&nbsp; Very good,"</em> Flayer continued solemnly.&nbsp; <em>"But we all lead such short, sorry existences.&nbsp; Some shorter than others.&nbsp; I will see you later, Mister Reynolds."</em><br><br>He left without another word, leaving the other Enforcer to stare after him hatefully.&nbsp; There was nothing else he could do.&nbsp; He doubted his ability to kill the Beast, and any failed attempt would at best leave Brass crippled and at worst make off with his life and the life of the only woman dear to him.&nbsp; The damnable creature known as Flayer seemed to know everything, see everything, hear everything.&nbsp; He wasn't a Warden, but he may as well have been.&nbsp; He didn't work for Crematoria.&nbsp; He <em>was</em> Crematoria, body and soul.<br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Zelric Miras</strong> on <strong>19-12-2009, 22:56:44</strong>
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				"Very well although spilled blood sounds good to me" he said licking his lips. "You know my name but i'm afraid i didin't caught yours..." he turned around in a blink of an eye and struck a man that was sneaking on him. The man fell to the floor with a seizure and a foaming mouth. "I have eyes on my back, don't try to sneak on me" he said kicking the man hard on the stomach, some blood mixed up with the foam. <br>He turned to see Blair again. "Where were we? A yes, your name? Issuing threats to someone that doesn't know your name it's not nice."
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				Post by: <strong>playfullchick76</strong> on <strong>20-12-2009, 05:32:21</strong>
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				The laugh that threatened to leave her lips was so hard to hold back. This one would certainly be part of Crematoria's fav's the way he was going, so long as he didnt become an enemy of everyone.<br><br>"Ok, I'll humor you Blood, the names Blair. And, nice takedown",she said and thought of something else.<br>"Odds are the guards are betting on whether you last the hour.That was a good start, by the way. I prefer to face my attackers, to see the fear on their faces,and let them know that their deaths are imminent", she added.<br><br>"Since youve given me some enjoyment, I'll tell you something else. Beware the Beast, you'll know him, it, when you see it.When you do, do the smart thing and evade him however you can. Thats the only bit of free information that your going to get from me, so, welcome to Crematoria", she said, then backed away and walked back up the staircase to the upper catwalk to where Liberty was watching the gathering.
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				Post by: <strong>Zelric Miras</strong> on <strong>21-12-2009, 01:02:53</strong>
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				He bowed with his arms held up to his side when he heard her laugh and reckon him, like he was being appraised on stage. "Well, Blair, i have had some practice. Myself i don't mind how they die, as long as there is some blood and i make sure they suffer." He saw the man that had tried to attack him, still on the floor, struggling to breath. "Ah, just where i had intended..."<br><br>"The Beast? I'll heed your words, at least until i meet...it." He saw her leave and then looked around. "Okay, who's next?" he asked with a grin, and pointed at the man on the floor.<br><br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Bubblez</strong> on <strong>22-12-2009, 22:36:11</strong>
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				Rae watched the spectacle from her perch as they lowered the newest criminal into the bowels of this god forsaken planet. She now knew why the worst ones were sent here. Her first day here had been hell, only her training had kept her alive this long.<br><br>Rae knew who to avoid and who could get her what she wanted. Liberty and Blair were extremely handy to know. She tended to keep to herself for the most part, as she was on a search for a killer that was supposedly housed here.<br><br>Her once nice clothing was tattered and it had come down to being a holey shirt and a pair of form fitting shorts. She had been eyeing the guards lately, trying to figure our which one she would have to sleep with to get the information she wanted. She was not above using her body to get what she wanted. Lucky for her she was unable to contract diseases or she probably would have been in a mess.<br><br>A quick nod to Liberty and Blair and she was off on her hunt, making sure to avoid the beast at all costs. He was a vile creature that she would relish killing if she ever got the chance in or out of the slam. Of course, maybe he could be bought, same as any other man. She would have to see, it might prove useful in the future to kill two birds with one stone. 
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				Post by: <strong>playfullchick76</strong> on <strong>22-12-2009, 22:53:52</strong>
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				Stopping to nod at Rae, of course she was known by another name here, she couldnt help but wonder what she's doing here. She can usually figure people out,men are easy to read, and women are as well once she got to know them. From the guard she slept with, she knows about her prisoner identity, but doesnt know that its a false one.<br><br>She doesnt act like a prisoner here, she acts more like a woman on a mission, but what. She hasnt been able to talk to her much, as she's kept to herself most of the time, but she's picked up little things. She isnt a prisoner, not a real one, which makes her incredibly brave, or incredibly stupid.
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				Post by: <strong>Shihong</strong> on <strong>23-12-2009, 01:19:53</strong>
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				The prisoner halted, every muscle in her body tensed up like springs, waiting for release.&nbsp; She cocked her head to one side, priming her feet against the moist metal surface of the catwalk.&nbsp; The woman had found herself in an abandoned part of The Slam, a place that should have rightfully been locked up tight to keep anyone from accidentally wandering into it...or to keep anything from wandering out.&nbsp; Every so often the strange and terrifying subterranean ecology of Crematoria would surge forth from unseen depths and completely overrun entire sectors of the Prison, devouring guards and criminals alike in a frenzy of gluttonous violence.&nbsp; Sector 84 was one of them.&nbsp; Ancient and decrepit, falling apart from years of disuse.&nbsp; The air was rank with the smell of monsters, but everything was silent.&nbsp; It wasn't the creatures that worried her, for she knew that she had become prey for a very different sort of Beast.<br><br><em>"Elizabeth...&nbsp; What dark places a desperate mouse will run to when the cat comes calling,"</em> a voice rasped.&nbsp; The chilling sound echoed from every direction, impossible to place in the high, hollowed out cavern.&nbsp; <br><br>Elizabeth blanched, shooting looks everywhere for even the slightest sign of her pursuer.&nbsp; She'd heard of Flayer's games.&nbsp; It wasn't unheard of for guards to use the prisoners for their own amusement, inciting them into fist fights to lay bets on or just outright screwing them when they got lonely enough.&nbsp; But only one seemed to get pleasure out of actually killing them.&nbsp; But not just killing them either.&nbsp; Breaking them down until they were nothing.&nbsp; <em>Then</em> killing them, when death had finally become a favorable alternative to living.&nbsp; This was just another form of entertainment.&nbsp; When she saw him she'd panicked like a newborn child, running anywhere her feet would take her.&nbsp; No doubt he'd unlocked the door, going so far as to risk letting those monstrosities into the rest of the complex.&nbsp; Just so she'd be all alone.&nbsp; Perfect.<br><br>"Far brighter than in the gullet of the cat," she retorted, her face set in stone.&nbsp; After a moment she hesitantly eased herself to the far end of the catwalk, crouching down and glancing to and fro with every careful movement.<br><br><em>"Too true,"</em> the voice admitted.&nbsp; It made her pause; the static was louder now.&nbsp; <em>"But to what depths will prey sink to in order to survive?&nbsp; All too often a mouse will flee from its feline enemy, only to run blindly into the mousetrap."</em><br><br>"Better to die suddenly and without warning that be toyed with for hours before a torturous end."<br><br>Silence, then; <em>"I like your perspective, Miss Elizabeth.&nbsp; Let us see how far you are willing to fall before that end comes.&nbsp; I'm eager to see if you can beat the record."</em><br><br>Elizabeth slowly turned on her heel, lowering herself down a nearby latter while keeping a careful eye on the catwalks above.&nbsp; Where ever the Beast was, it had to be above her.&nbsp; Cutting off the one chance she had at escape.&nbsp; If she really wanted to survive, she would have to somehow distract him and double back around and into a more populated section of the Slam.&nbsp; Either that or wait for a lucky break and hope one of the other guards finds the unsealed door and calls it in.&nbsp; Luck hardly seemed to be on her side now.<br><br>"Record?" she asked, touching down on the next floor.&nbsp; She took a glance over the railing.&nbsp; The crevice seemed to stretch down forever, a pitt webbed with thousands of old catwalks dug straight into the oily black rock.&nbsp; Occasionally a dark shape moved far in the distance, or a pair of eyes flashed.&nbsp; Sometimes too many eyes.<br><br><em>"I'm sorry to say that I do not have the luxury of coming up with creative new scenarios for every morsel I select, Miss Elizabeth.&nbsp; You would not be the first to be lured down to Sector 84.&nbsp; I like seeing how far each one of you can manage before getting torn to pieces by some unfathomable monster.&nbsp; Like the gladiatorial games of old.&nbsp; Some of them last days, but nobody has yet to hit the very bottom.&nbsp; It would be quite an accomplishment.&nbsp; Why, I hear this Sector connects with a tram system that goes right up to the surface!"</em><br><br>Elizabeth swore under her breath.&nbsp; Of course.&nbsp; Putting a prize like that right under her nose.&nbsp; Taunting her with it.&nbsp; But she wouldn't be fooled.&nbsp; The only thing waiting on the surface was a death by boiling heat or frigid cold.&nbsp; Even if she managed to come up during the short grace period, the only place to go would be another entrance to the Slam.&nbsp; There was no escape from Crematoria.&nbsp; Who knows how many poor fools had struggled hopelessly downwards in the hope of finding that mythical shuttle.&nbsp; That was the trick.&nbsp; Flayer wouldn't want anyone to consider that the best path out was back the way they'd come from.&nbsp; So he'd suggest tantalizing prizes down below, and threaten with death from above.&nbsp; She couldn't fall for it.&nbsp; Even if she died by the whip, she'd die with her face looking towards the heavens.&nbsp; Even if heaven was so very, very far away.<br><br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Kotah</strong> on <strong>24-12-2009, 03:49:51</strong>
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				She watched the man as Blair left him. He seemed pretty typical. It was the same show that happened most times when a new prisoner was tossed into this rotting cellar to be forgotten. Her own entrance had been a lot less violent. After her capture, and having been sold to the prison, she had bribed the warden. Instead of one single woman, Liberty had hacked the database for him, and given him 5 additional inmates. It was something handy to be able to do. The more inmate you had, the larger those little grants were. It also meant a few extra things, larger food supplies sent into the prison, it meant bigger checks for the guards. Most importantly, it meant more for the warden. IT wasn't that hard to pull off, and it was the most common exchange she made with the warden: filling up 'empty' space and making him a bit extra cash. In exchange, she wasn't tied up when she was lowered in, and she had even been able to barter for a gun and an extra clip to keep the bad guys away.<br><br>Not that she wasn't a bad guy.<br><br>She had been sent here with plenty of reason. At a young age she had shown to be quite the little hacker. At the end of her little dynasty, she had been sentenced for high treason. So, she had hacked into a few government databases and changed around some information here and there. Tax money was supposed to be used to make the people's lives better right? well, she was a person too! Alright, so becoming rich by moving tax money around, arranging for the richer parts of society to be condemned for one crime or another, tossed in prison, and having their assets seized by the government where she could take all she wanted was a bit excess... she would have gotten away with it. It's funny how it's always that one idiot friend that fucks everything up for you. No one had any idea what she was doing till one of her friends used her computer.<br><br>Not to worry tho, that friend shortly found himself wanted for several crimes of his own. Poor guy. Should have known better.<br><br>With a faint sigh, Liberty stopped her day dreaming and went back to work. She exchanged things here and there. This guy bought this,&nbsp; that girl want's that, some future deals were arranged quickly and quietly. Most people knew what she did here, and most people went through her anymore. It was just the way thing worked. She wasn't with the guards, and she was able to stay out of reach of other prisoners. <br><br>With a shake of her head at one of the men who was offering something she didn't want... She turned her attention to the nearby Blair. "Hey, got a package." She tells the woman. Then she fishes said package from her bag. It was wrapped in brown paper and it jingled happily as the woman tossed it to the other. Inside were some select candies from other planets, monthly girl things, a hair brush, a bar of soap- cheap but quite costly here, a pack of cools, and a pack of breath mints. Liberty hadn't been able to get a deal for toothbrushes in a few months now. She herself had one, but she couldn't get more yet. Some idiot had made a knife out of one, and tried to gut one of the former guards with it. It would be a while before she got more.
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				Post by: <strong>Daimon de Broken Hearted</strong> on <strong>24-12-2009, 04:17:12</strong>
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				Reece watched the going ons with out care, he was used to it by now, had been in prisons for so long. He loved these panter like beings that they sent to cull out the crowding, and had made a freind in one. She was more gracefull then these people, more intellegant aswell then those men and women that tried to control them in guards. He sighed, as he walked along the lower levels, the scum even lower would fight for a bite of food, no matter what it was. <br><br>He yawned, and his eyes travelled over the women, and shook his head. Many being no more then whores in this prison, or worse when the time guards came. He smiled though, humored them with intrest. But there was none. Few held his intrest longer then a second. He would swing up to the top of some pipes and wait. It was almost time. A guard came down the walk. One that loved brutally hitting others. He would be smirking and holding a girl by her hair. Driving her head into the wall as they moved. <br><br>Slowly his hands came down. Around the chin and up he pulled the man, snapping his neck quickly. Pulling the body into the darkness. Hiding it, as he looted the body, taking all that he would need, later he would lead the creatures here, let them snack. For now, he bit the mans throat out. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] The Chronicles of Crematoria- Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>playfullchick76</strong> on <strong>24-12-2009, 09:21:13</strong>
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				Liberty always came through with the goods, Blair told herself as she took the offered package with a rare smile. Smiles were rare in a place like this, so her face rarely made a smile.<br><br>Subly opening one side of it with a knife that appeared as if by magic, she took a quick look inside but didnt take out anything. One never advertised what one had, and the contents of the bag would make her life a bit more comfortable in a place like this. Even a hell could have a bit of heaven in it.<br><br>Subly opening the breath mints, she slipped one into her mouth and sighed at the minty aroma that filled her mouth. A bit of heaven meant so much when one was in a hellish place, she said soflty to herself, then smiled again at Liberty.<br><br>"Thank you, this will make life a bit more bearable", she said to her, as her current hairbrush had so many bent or missing bristles that it was near useless, and her soap had run out a week ago.The candies were something she had missed, and to her surprise, they were from Proteon 5, a taste of the home that she missed.<br><br>"No ones been bothering you have they Liberty, you just drop their name and they'll be sorry", she said to her. She enjoyed spending time with Liberty, and watched her back whenever she had a bath, to ensure that she was unmolested, and her bag was untouched by anyone.<br><br>When one man in particular came close to them, she saw Liberty's face.That look told her that she really didnt want to talk to him, or see him. Stepping in front of her, she told him to piss off, and piss off right away.<br><br>When he didnt get the message, and even reached for her shoulder, she acted. The movement wasnt even complete before Blair's knife arm flashed up and the top of his left ear was sliced off, clean and quick, he never even felt it. It was only when he felt the blood against his neck that he realised that he had been cut.<br><br>"Unless you want to lose the other ear, take off", she told him, then smiled for the third time that day as he took off.<br>"Idiot", she said softly as she turned back to Liberty, who was no stranger to violence, or to the violence that others would do on her behalf.<br><br>"I could really use a new toothbrush. One prisoner uses one on a guard, and we all have to play for it. I dont want to have to invite a guard into my cell to get one Liberty, its demeaning", she says, yet she will if she has to.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] The Chronicles of Crematoria- Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kotah</strong> on <strong>24-12-2009, 11:06:03</strong>
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				Liberty watched the man get part of his ear sliced off with little emotion. She had made a small wince, and stepped away from him. However, that might have just been to avoid the small amount of blood that had spurted out. It was hell to get blood stains out of clothes. It was easy to tell she didn't like violence, but she understood the need for it. Not only was that guy bound to steer clear from her smallish self, it enforced an alpha-omega mind set. Established who was of higher rank. It also helped that at least 30 other inmates had seen what had happened. Enforcing that they weren't to be messed with made for fewer attacks. Few attacks meant better business. Better business meant that she could pull extra favors. It all worked out, ya see?<br><br>She nodded her head to Blair as the other woman returned to her side. She easily pretended what had happened, well... hadn't. "Yeah" she answers. "I know, a lot of people have been asking for them. I haven't been able to talk any of the guards into getting me another ship. You would think with all the weapons down here, a toothbrush would be the least of their concerns... but none of them are willing to break the rules just yet. I something in a short while, perhaps I can get him to pick you up one." <br><br>While she talked, her hands kept moving. In her short little speech she had pulled three other small packages from her bag, and tossed them to passing inmates. You only got the package it you prepaid. It was a little incentive. You didn't want people wanting your shit, you went the extra mile to make sure Liberty had what she wanted first. Other wise, your luck was with you. Blair, with that little slice, had already prepaid her toothbrush. The small girl, whom had little change of making it on her own, knew when to be generous. "I'll see if I can get you a little extra."<br><br>There was little these days she couldn't get. Somehow, once, she had even managed to bribe a guard into smuggling a pink sparkly dildo for a woman in the prison. If the woman on the eventual receiving end of the little 'gift' was willing or not, didn't matter to Liberty. It had been bought and paid for, and she wasn't the one that got it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] The Chronicles of Crematoria- Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daimon de Broken Hearted</strong> on <strong>24-12-2009, 11:25:31</strong>
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				His form lowered from the pipes, as he looked around, his eyes veiwing in different spectrums. Outlines in the dark. And moved back towards the way to his place. Feeding was well this day, weither it be cooked or not. He hated this place, but it was his prison for now. Only for this moment in time. Escape was something he heard, and only laughed at their theories. It was not easy, this place was hell in all the ways, outside beyond hell itself. But perhaps a release to those whom tried. <br><br>He whiped the blood, twirling the guards keys before throwing them into a crevice. No good would come from them, he already seen the results of that. His large form moved by two small women, and he just walked past, dropping a ring and belt. Who needed them. Usless to him. He yawned and pushed past the idiots taking goods. Payment caught you in the end. His form slipped up the chain, pulling it up with him, and reset the chain around a chip. Sharp if not nowing how to go over it.<br><br>Sitting in his spot, he let his eyes close, ears opening for the sounds. Perhaps they would feed the cats early this day.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] The Chronicles of Crematoria- Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>playfullchick76</strong> on <strong>24-12-2009, 15:32:49</strong>
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				"My thanks to you Liberty. You would think that toothbrushes of all things would be easy to get.Theres at least one firearm in here, and any normal focus would be on keeping the real weapons out."<br>."Now me, I dont like using guns, too impersonal. Now a blade, that makes someone fear you.Those mining execs, they all screamed before they died. Its up close and personal, or not at all", she said in reply.<br><br>Liberty truly was one of a kind, a wheeler and dealer, a girl with fingers in many pies. Blair was simple to understand, and revenge even simpler.She always took care to speak civily to Liberty, but she never kissed up to her.&nbsp; If she ever got out of here, she would do her best to take Liberty with her. Her skills would go well alongside Blair's own skills.<br><br>If she didnt get a new toothbrush soon, she would have to resort to sleeping with one of the guards in return for one.&nbsp; <br>"Do your best, its all you can do Liberty", she soflty added, then nodded and walked back down the catwalk with her package. She gave several men the look, the one that told them to behave around Liberty, and glanced upwards at the guards meeting room.<br><br>One had to devellop an internal clock to tell the passage of time, and a time that the cats were let out was the most important time to know.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] The Chronicles of Crematoria- Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bubblez</strong> on <strong>24-12-2009, 16:09:09</strong>
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				Rae climbed one of the ladders and moved to another level. She was in search of an inmate. She had been told he was reclusive and seldom seen. But had a knack for catching the guards and disposing of them with quick efficiency. She caught a glimpse of him before he melted away into the shadows.<br><br>Frustration welled inside her. She could see why no one wanted to be sent here. It really was hell on earth. The place stunk, and there were some very violent people or rather things in here she thought to herself. This place was unfit for human occupancy, and the warden was one sick, twisted individual.<br><br>Leaning back against the wall she closed her eyes for a moment and gathered her thoughts. She pushed off from the wall when she heard the sounds of the cats being let loose. She had learned early on that you avoided them, unless you could make friends with them. She hadn't tried as of yet, she didn't like leaving behind her friends anywhere she went, and she was not going to be ataying here any longer than she had to.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] The Chronicles of Crematoria- Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daimon de Broken Hearted</strong> on <strong>24-12-2009, 16:18:11</strong>
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				Reece would look over at the walkway they were let down, he smiled at the shifting scales of the cats, and picked out his friend. His form would be seen as he looked around, his eyes shimmering like the cats, though a soft blue. His form was hard to miss, though he was good in stealth, had learned to stay alive when things looked dark. As he moved, his eyes caught a female. <br><br>He was interested in her, she seemed to be looking to him at one time. " Feeding time. Got to love it." He smiled, blood still dotting his lips. " Come on Kitten." He spoke to her, before grabbing the chain and swinging down, to the awaiting form of Shara. She waited for him. " Got a good one for you." <br><br>He ran past the cages, and moved through shadows, stalking like the cat behind him. Pulling down her meal. He would eat with her, letting her open the chest cavity, as he picked the heart. He smiled, feasting with the pack.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] The Chronicles of Crematoria- Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>playfullchick76</strong> on <strong>24-12-2009, 16:57:42</strong>
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				Tilting her head up as she heard the announcement, then the sounds of the cats entering the prison, she raced back to Liberty and made sure that she was in her cell before getting to her own.<br><br>One could make friends with them, but you had to truly be in tune with them, and if you lost that connection, they would eat you. You only got one shot at that connection, and she had never been that curious or daring. The cats were big, mean, and hungry, but they were also beautiful as well, if you ignored the fact that they were big,hungry cats.<br><br>Spinning and rolling to dodge the first of the cats, she leapt up to one of the many chains that hung along the sides and slid down it to her level. Racing for her cell, she reached it and wrapped a strong chain tightly around the door and the side of her cell.<br><br>Once she was inside, she laid out two sticks of incense and lit them.The cats hated the scent and didnt try to get into her cell if they were burning.She didnt even like the scent, and if it smelled bad to her, then it must smell even worse to their sensitive noses.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] The Chronicles of Crematoria- Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kotah</strong> on <strong>24-12-2009, 22:39:09</strong>
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				Feeding time. Fucking great.<br><br>That slender hand of hers dipped into her bag again, this time withdrawing three sticks of the incense she sold to the inmates. She wasn't the one that had thought of that one, there had been a crinkled old man that had made the incense when Liberty had first arrived. The pair had become as close as father and daughter, and now Liberty made the incense. She didn't sell it to everyone either. No, she gave it to her friends, and if she didn't like a person... well... they were meow mix.<br><br>She dropped the stick at the bottom of the stairs before turning to trot up them. She nodded to Blair as she caught sight of the girl coming back to check on her, and gave her a thumbs up. Liberty never went far from her little lair. It was a good idea to be able to get safe quickly. The real problem was making sure she would have enough time to get the door unlocked before she ducked back into her safe haven. Hence the incense. She dropped another stick as she walked down the catwalk to her chambers. The putrid smelling smoke filling the air as she fished the key from around her neck and unlocked the door. The second it was unlocked she was locked inside away from the cats. The remaining stick shoved into a nook on the bars to prevent the cats from getting to close.<br><br>Liberty hated cats. When she was little her mam had owned about a million of them. Smelly disgusting things. Now she was stuck in a prison with giant ones that wanted to eat her. Freaking wonderful.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] The Chronicles of Crematoria- Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shihong</strong> on <strong>24-12-2009, 23:49:59</strong>
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				Yells in the distance.&nbsp; Roars.&nbsp; Elsewhere, in the prisons far too far above Elizabeth's head, the Beasts had been let loose.&nbsp; For a moment she wondered if her chances would have been better in the cell block with the other prisoners.&nbsp; At least there she could <em>see</em> the monsters.&nbsp; The light in Sector 84 was extremely poor.&nbsp; She suspected there would be no light at all, if Flayer hadn't found one of the old generators and set it working again.&nbsp; The occasional flickering lamp was a blessing, for they seemed to keep the lurking horrors at bay.&nbsp; Even the Cats didn't come this deep beneath Crematoria's surface.&nbsp; Humans were as easy prey to them as they were to the <em>things</em> down below.&nbsp; That was hardly a comforting thought, being on the very bottom of the food chain in unfamiliar territory.&nbsp; <br><br><em>"Considering your chances?"</em> the voice whispered.&nbsp; Like he could read her mind so effortlessly.&nbsp; <em>"It's not too late, Miss Elizabeth.&nbsp; You can turn back.&nbsp; Perhaps the kittens are preferable to what lies ahead."</em><br><br>Her lips curled unpleasantly.&nbsp; It wasn't the cats she had to worry about.&nbsp; One didn't spend as many years as she had only to get gutted by those beasts.&nbsp; That was a death reserved for new meat and the careless.&nbsp; No doubt he knew it too.&nbsp; He wanted her to admit what she was really afraid of.&nbsp; What she would dare encountering the Abominations of the deep in order to avoid.&nbsp; Him.&nbsp; The one man in the galaxy that had ever truly chilled her blood.&nbsp; Elizabeth had met rapists, serial killers, and more than a few contemptible monarchs in her time, but Flayer was truly the worst of them all.&nbsp; He, or <em>it</em>, was a being that had built itself up as an symbol of Fear itself.&nbsp; Every aspect of his body custom tailored to alienate and disturb.&nbsp; The skull-like mask with far too many crimson lenses for the number of eyes a person should rightfully have.&nbsp; The black cloak that seemed to suck the light right out of the air.&nbsp; The yards and yards of cruel barbed wire that she'd personally seen used to strip an entire pack of burly Cats down to their bones.&nbsp; The artificial voice that sparked and crackled with malice.&nbsp; She'd heard rumors that Flayer had slit his own throat just to have the implants installed, because just using a filter would have seemed too fake.&nbsp; She didn't doubt it.<br><br>She'd kept careful track of how many floors she traversed.&nbsp; Forty-three.&nbsp; Forty-three floors that she'd have to run back up if she hoped to survive.&nbsp; That voice was getting far too close for her liking, as were the shadows that occasionally shifted unnaturally just beyond the glow of the torches.&nbsp; So far there had been no other ways back to the surface.&nbsp; Just a long, perilous decline down endless ladders.&nbsp; The structure of the place seemed all wrong.&nbsp; For starters, there were generally chains hanging down from the ceiling.&nbsp; Secondly, there was never only one stairwell.&nbsp; Either the other one had fallen apart from neglect and abuse, or her "escort" had done some remodeling of the area.&nbsp; Peering hesitantly over the guardrail offered no signs that there would be any alternate routes to her cell, least of all any sort of lift to the surface.&nbsp; Just a pitt that could very well plunge straight down to the core of the planet, and nests littered with the bones of all the others that had come before her.&nbsp; <br><br><em>"Come now!&nbsp; Just a little bit further, Miss Elizabeth, and you will have your freedom!&nbsp; Why, you've just about beaten the record.&nbsp; Congratulations are in order!"</em><br><br>Elizabeth froze.&nbsp; The record.&nbsp; The farthest anyone had ever gotten.&nbsp; In other words, the point at which everyone else had died.&nbsp; She swore under her breath, looking around desperately for any hidden path that might bring the salvation she was in dire need of.&nbsp; Nothing but slick black rock and rusty metal.&nbsp; There was no way to go but to certain death.&nbsp; Her decision was practically made for her.&nbsp; Maybe the others had chosen to get eaten alive, but she wasn't going to die running away.&nbsp; Taking in a deep breath, Elizabeth about-faced and set about climbing--cautiously--back to the floor she'd come from.<br><br>A harsh, erratic series of the wretched gasps that Flayer called laughter rebounded off the dank walls, sending the smaller eye-covered shapes scuttling out of sight.&nbsp; <em>"Oh?&nbsp; Turning back when your goal is so close at hand?&nbsp; Choosing a different reaper, are we?&nbsp; Or..."</em><br><br>The voice trailed off, followed by an odd clicking noise that Elizabeth hadn't noticed before.&nbsp; She furrowed her brow, hesitating.&nbsp; Remembering.&nbsp; The sound that had punctuated every sentence.&nbsp; It took her a moment to realize where she'd heard the noise before, and when she did her heart skipped a beat.&nbsp; The damnable Beast's voice had proven such a significant distraction that she hadn't paid any attention to it, but now that she thought about it the crackling noise had seemed just a bit more distorted than usual.&nbsp; Coming from every direction at once, just a bit too unnaturally even in the wide, echoing cavern.&nbsp; Without another word she began sprinting, sending thundering rattles through the cave as the catwalks groaned and strained under the sudden movement.<br><br>He was speaking over an intercom.<br><br><em>"Aha!&nbsp; Yes, that's it!&nbsp; You would be surprised how many fall for this game.&nbsp; It's not terribly sporting, but it does weed out those with promise.&nbsp; The inattentive keep getting deeper and deeper until they get devoured, or..."</em><br><br>"They find the lift!" she gasped, taking a flying leap at the next latter and scrambling up it like a spider.<br><br>Another laugh, followed by a crash and muddled shrieking from below.&nbsp; <em>"Precisely!"</em>&nbsp; This time there was no click; the voice was coming from several floors below, bellowing like some abyssal machine.&nbsp; <em>"The lift that goes directly to my office.&nbsp; The fatal mistake: the assumption that I pursue from above, rather than below!"</em><br><br>&lt;to be continued&gt;
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] The Chronicles of Crematoria- Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>playfullchick76</strong> on <strong>25-12-2009, 00:38:04</strong>
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				Huddled on her bed, she watched from there as the sounds of the cats claws came closer and closer. Whichever world they came from, they were bred tough, and barely trainable.but trainable they were and perfect for a prison like this, where low tech was preferable to something more advanced that would only break down too easily.<br><br>She saw the cats come close, then shy away from her cell once they got a nose full of the incense. LIberty was safe in her cell, and she was safe in hers. She heard the cries from other prisoners, some in their own cells, and those of others who were unlucky enough to be out of safety when the cats were let loose.<br><br>Down here, life was cheap, unless you had a special skill, or could defend yourself.As she waited, she sucked on one of the candies that Liberty had brought her, a minty one that she loved when she was younger.The taste reminded her of better times, times with her father when he would come home from work with them as a treat for his daughters.<br><br>She missed him, she truly missed him.But she was in no hurry to be with him.After all, she still had work to do, some arteries to open on worlds other than Crematoria.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] The Chronicles of Crematoria- Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daimon de Broken Hearted</strong> on <strong>25-12-2009, 03:59:17</strong>
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				His hand patted the sides of the large cat beside him, as he growled at another that came close to her meal. Her hide held changing scales, and when the other came by they shifted to a red. But she was busy feasting on the guard, some unlucky bastard who had threatened her one day. Revenge for others, it was a calling. Why care? There was little of that in this man.<br><br>He yawned and sat back, as carnage was let loose in the area, screams like anyother day. Slapping her flanks again, he would rub behind her ears. " Eat well my dear." And he walked off, moving incense from the stairs as he climbed up them to find his chain. <br><br>Slowly he would ascend, and stay their at the edge crouched.
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				Post by: <strong>Zelric Miras</strong> on <strong>26-12-2009, 00:16:27</strong>
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				He had heard of the cats, he had seen them before, back at home, the one that slept nxt to his bed, but these, this were different. These were bigger, a lot bigger. He ran as fast as he could jumping from walls and climbing quickly, barely scaping from the claws. The chase lasted for at least thirty minutes.<br><br>Tired he turned right hoping to find an open cell, he didn't wanted to fight the cats, not while he couldn't get the blade from his braid. He ducked a swipe and jumped against the wall and turned left. He slammed against the wall, with little damage since he had only hit his chest. "Crap!" he muttered looking around wildly and tried to grab the blade, when the cat appeared on the entrance to the corridor. <br><br>"If anythingthat he taught me about animals work....then i hope it will now." He dropped the hilt he was cluthching and faced the cat crouching a bit to be at level with it's eyes. His arm was bleeding from a swipe but he didn't mind it. The cat responded to his movement, eyeing him, it's tail twitching preparing to pounce, it's eyes moving over his body searching for threats. <br><br>He looked at each muscle of the cat's muscle stiffen ready to pounce as it circled him, he closed his eyes for an instant, focusing on everything he could remember. He felt the body of the animalagaisnt him, the claws diggin on his arms. He opened his eyes and looked at the creatures eyes, his own eyes with a glare that had made many stand back. The lust for blood and all the violence he sought and had seen on them. The cat was frozen for a moment and then moved back, the feeling around Blood had changed from the calm one to a violent one. <br><br>The cat moved back hissing, crouching low against the floor. Blood smiled and sighed, the wounds weren't that bad so hew sat up his eyes still locked with the cats. "At least there similarly to the ones at home in that." He dropped his arms to the sides, palms up and breathed slowly and deeply. The cat moved forward and sat in front of him. He moved a&nbsp; hand and the cat sniffed it, he scratched behind it's ears and bowed his head. The cat laid down there, while he vandaged his wounds with the torn shirt and then resumed petting it.<br><br>A man came by and looked at the scene. "What the..." he muttered steeping closer. Blood grinned and moved aside as the cat jumped on the man and bit it's neck, Blood ripped the shirt of before it got too bloody. "Enjoy." he said sitting against the wall as the effort from earlier fell on him, since the adrenaline in his blood was diminishing.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] The Chronicles of Crematoria- Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bubblez</strong> on <strong>31-12-2009, 03:23:31</strong>
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				Rae climbed down the ladders to a lower level. She was on the hunt and on the run. The cats were loose up top and she wanted no part of them today. This place was getting to her already. The stench and the inmates housed here were some of the vilest thing to ever assault her senses. She had been many places but this one topped them all.<br><br>She jumped from the ladder to the chain hanging down the edge as a hungry cat jumped down and stalked her.<br><br>"Not today Kitty, go find yourself a lunch elsewhere. I have plans and they do not include being your lunch, no matter how handsome a male you might be. Go make babies or eat someone stupid." Rae said to the gleaming cat eyeing her. She saw it sit back on its haunches and look at her, as if waiting for her to give up. There was nowhere to go but down or into its hungry jaws. <br><br>Slowly she let herself farther down. It was darker here and the smells grew worse. She could only imagine how many had lost their lives down here to god only knew what. There were rumors that the Beast played with his victims down here, she could see that was most likely the case as she passed a skeleton.<br><br>As she reached the next level she swung over and landed on the rickety ladder, feeling it groaning under her slight weight she moved quickly to the ledge and hunkered down, waiting for the cats to be called back, so she could resume her quest. She had no desire to be here much longer. She knew the crew would be back for her in about 10 more days at the latest. She had much to get done and little time to do it. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] The Chronicles of Crematoria- Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>playfullchick76</strong> on <strong>01-01-2010, 02:17:53</strong>
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				Safe in her cell, she watched as the guards were lowered down through the hole in the bottom of the guards rec and meeting room to shine their lights in every direction. She only smiled at them and blew them a kiss. Upon seeing her, one of them stopped the winch and took her in, then at a nudge from his fellows, activated it again and sent them lower down.<br><br>She was memorising all of their faces, especially any new ones to the prison.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] The Chronicles of Crematoria- Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shihong</strong> on <strong>01-01-2010, 03:15:42</strong>
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				It was a stupid mistake, and she knew that it might very well end up costing her the life she'd struggled to keep for all the years since her incarceration.&nbsp; There were several elementary rules that one had to follow on Crematoria if you were unlucky enough to become a prisoner.&nbsp; The first was to find the inmates with the most influence and power and get in good with them as quickly as possible.&nbsp; Scratch that.&nbsp; The first was to <em>be</em> the one with the most power and influence.&nbsp; Elizabeth had been underground long enough to get a bit of a reputation for being the sort of woman one didn't fuck with.&nbsp; While others used their feminine traits and sex to get what they needed to survive, she took the route of strength that was normally reserved for the men.&nbsp; She had the will and body for it.&nbsp; Everyone made do with what they had, and she did not look down on her fellow women that chose a far less brutal way to live.<br><br>The second was to stay as far away from the gaze of Flayer as possible.&nbsp; It was something that should have been easy for her, considering she'd heard of him long before she was sentenced to The Slam.&nbsp; Perhaps it had just been random chance.&nbsp; Wrong place at the wrong time.&nbsp; But what was done was done: he was after her, and now that her scent was ingrained into that hideous mask of his there would be no stopping him.<br><br>So she ran.&nbsp; Each second registered separately from the next, defined only by slight changes in perception and stimulation.&nbsp; A sweaty palm hitting forcefully against a rusty rung of a ladder.&nbsp; The disgustingly moist wind against her face as she propelled herself ever upwards, like the dank breath of something monstrous.&nbsp; The wild symphony of metal clanging against metal and rock.&nbsp; The brief flashes of light from lanterns, and the sparks erupting where the Beast's massive whip cleaved through century old support beams like they were made of copper.&nbsp; She didn't dare check behind her to see how far of a lead she had.&nbsp; The only thing that mattered was constant movement.&nbsp; Thinking about anything else but putting one limb in front of the other invited disaster.&nbsp; A cyclone of destruction and demonic laughter nipped at her heels, threatening to swallow her up if she dared to pause.&nbsp; <br><br>Which made it all the most disastrous when she glanced up several flights to see another inmate hunkered down, completely oblivious to the danger below.&nbsp; Well, not completely oblivious.&nbsp; It was impossible that she had gone so long without hearing any commotion.&nbsp; But if she knew what was coming there was no chance she'd still be standing still.&nbsp; Only a second of recognition.&nbsp; Rae, was it?<br><br>"MOVE IT!" Elizabeth screamed ahead, jolting to a sudden stop as the whip nearly took her head off.&nbsp; As it was it cleaved straight through the ladder, forcing her to make a sudden leap to keep from falling to her death.&nbsp; "BEAST!" she added hoarsely.&nbsp; If the first warning hadn't done it, the second would be enough to get the Warden himself running for his life.<br><br><em>"Now now, we must all wait our turns!"</em> Flayer screeched, twirling the barbed wire expertly over his head and aiming another warning strike towards the bottom of Rae's platform.&nbsp; <em>"But I admire eagerness.&nbsp; If you wish to offer yourself up, I can hardly decline such a gracious offer!"</em><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] The Chronicles of Crematoria- Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bubblez</strong> on <strong>01-01-2010, 04:28:13</strong>
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				Rae heard the clamoring as someone came speeding up the rickety ladders below her. There were other sounds that trailed along behind the person, sounds of wire upon metal and various other sounds. Sounds that would sicken most other people.<br><br>The woman running for her life, Rae had seen her once or twice about the prison. Elizabeth, she thought. Looking farther down, she saw what made the woman run for her life. Below them was the Beast. He was a fearful looking thing, but in all that hideousness there was a beauty to all that he had undertaken to become what he was now.<br><br>"And, tell me Beast, what would you be willing to trade for me?" Rae called down to him, standing close to the edge of her platform, but not close enough for his whip to reach, yet.<br><br>She was smart and cunning. She had played with evil before, and every evil had something it desired above its own evil, a simple pleasure or something it was willing to trade for. She was curious as to what the Beasts was. She also knew that he knew more about the inmates here than even the Warden himself. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] The Chronicles of Crematoria- Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shihong</strong> on <strong>01-01-2010, 04:45:37</strong>
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				Elizabeth could scarcely believe what she was hearing.&nbsp; Was the woman attempting to <em>bargain</em> with that cretinous thing?&nbsp; Either Rae knew something she didn't, or she was woefully ignorant of the creature she was attempting to reason with.&nbsp; Humans could always be manipulated or bartered with.&nbsp; They had easily definable emotions and patterns that could be exploited.&nbsp; That was a steadfast rule that had served Elizabeth well for many years.&nbsp; But when one was dealing with a beast, one could never predict what might come next.&nbsp; There were no laws or creeds that they obeyed, and no clear cut way in which to dissuade them from the hunt.&nbsp; They were alien in every aspect.&nbsp; Utterly and undeniably inhuman.&nbsp; Attempting to bargain with something like that was like bargaining with the Devil himself.&nbsp; It could only end in death.<br><br>Apparently the woman's insane request was unexpected enough to make the Flayer pause, for the frenzied whipping slowed just enough to allow Elizabeth to make it to the floor just below Rae.&nbsp; She pressed herself against the solid metal plates, palms and feet pressed firmly in order to pounce or roll away at the slightest twitch of the Beast.<br><br><em>"Trade?&nbsp; How...curious."</em>&nbsp; Flayer rolled his shoulders, a fluid gesture that mimicked that of the predatory cats prowling even farther above.&nbsp; <em>"That would imply that you have in your possession something that I cannot merely take.&nbsp; Presumably you seek to give me something in order to preserve your own life.&nbsp; Tell me, Miss Rae: what do you have that is worth a human life?"</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] The Chronicles of Crematoria- Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bubblez</strong> on <strong>01-01-2010, 05:39:19</strong>
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				"True... I do have something or many things you cannot merely take from me. " Rae answered.<br><br>"My life is forfeit at one point in time or another, when that time comes is not up to me, so in that I have no fear. I have heard tales of you and I have seen what you can do. You take pride in invoking fear amongst everyone, a power that you can control. Is it only power that you crave? Or is there something else? Why don't you tell me what I possess that, according to you is worth a human life." she replied, not moving from her perch.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] The Chronicles of Crematoria- Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daimon de Broken Hearted</strong> on <strong>01-01-2010, 07:24:47</strong>
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				Reece smiled as he watched the carnage below, he smiled as the guards went to retreive the cats. A simple action on the chain, held him upside down, above the walkway he used to move into lower levels. The chain around his ankle, as his hands were free. Stupid guard was using his mace looking hammer to hit the cat, guiding it back up to the cage. And so enthralled with his struggle, that the over seven foot man above him in the shadowed Niche, would go unseen. At least until the guard cam under him. A new guy, loved to rape the women, and thus took the potential pussy. Something that would be unfun for the man, whom been here to fucking long. <br><br>Another guard had paid for the execuation, and so with silence, he grabbed the mans neck, hand on the mouth. And smiled as he twisted, the crunch resounding and pushing the cat onward, as if the man had hit it. Dragging the mans body into the Niche, he left the body and returned to the shadows. Always Reece was not found, unless you paid.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] The Chronicles of Crematoria- Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shihong</strong> on <strong>01-01-2010, 07:53:38</strong>
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				Flayer laughed, a harsh and terrible note.&nbsp; <em>"Power?&nbsp; Were I so simplistic!&nbsp; I confess that you have read me quite wrong, Miss Rae.&nbsp; If it were power that I craved I would have become a Lord of some isolated world, so that an entire nation of innocent people might suffer under my spontaneous whims.&nbsp; Likewise, if I only wished to sew fear into the hearts of men and women in great numbers I would rise to become a Dictator, so that billions would cower before cruel weapons of war and the threat of impending invasion."</em><br><br>Flayer shook its head and wheezed with amusement.&nbsp; <em>"No.&nbsp; To crave personal power and the fear of others is the mark of cowards, and the frail.&nbsp; I do not need more power any more than a person needs more flesh: what they are born with will suffice.&nbsp; That I am powerful is simply a fact, not some lofty goal or obsession.&nbsp; Likewise, though I have tailored myself to have a frightful image, I cannot induce fear to everyone through appearance alone.&nbsp; Everyone is afraid of something, but I cannot be everything at once.&nbsp; Take you, for example.&nbsp; You do not fear death, nor do you seem to fear me.&nbsp; That makes you an object of much interest to me."</em><br><br>'Great,' Elizabeth thought sarcastically, 'Maybe he'll forget I'm even here and reserve Torturepalooza for the Stone-Cold Bitch here.'<br><br><em>"Now as to your other question..."</em> Flayer trailed off, then punctuated the statement with a burst of static; not a laugh.&nbsp; It's meaning was indecipherable.&nbsp; <em>"Anything you could possibly give me.&nbsp; The clothes on your back.&nbsp; The rock sitting three centimeters to the left of your right foot.&nbsp; A stray button.&nbsp; I fear that mine was a trick question: anything is worth a human life, because a human life has as much worth to me as everything else in the universe.&nbsp; Which is to say, none at all."</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] The Chronicles of Crematoria- Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bubblez</strong> on <strong>01-01-2010, 16:08:59</strong>
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				Rae chuckled at the statements Flayer had given. <br><br>"You and your mind games are very interesting Beast. I must say, I am quite sure you have fun filling the hours with them. So, you have said in not as many words, that my life is of great value to you. That is quite an interesting thought. Tell me, could you use and accomplice in all your doings? I have grown bored with the inmates here, I need a challenge and I want something from you." Rae replied, smiling at the great Beast. <br><br>A plan had already formed in her mind. Perhaps if she distracted him long enough, the woman below her could find an escape. She was yet again, going to be willing t trade her own life for a nother's, but hell that was nothing new to Rae. That was a day in and day out existence in her world. The only difference here, was the planet itself. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] The Chronicles of Crematoria- Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shihong</strong> on <strong>01-01-2010, 19:40:02</strong>
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				It was becoming quite clear to Elizabeth that this Rae woman was either the brassiest human in all of Crematoria, very good at bluffing, or completely and totally mad.&nbsp; Perhaps a little bit of all three.&nbsp; What could anyone possibly hope to gain by working with Flayer besides having to watch everything about yourself twisted and thrown right back at you, until all that remained was a moldering corpse for the worms?<br><br><em>"What an intriguing proposition!"</em> Flayer exclaimed, tapping his voicebox in faux-contemplation.&nbsp; <em>"However, it is not an original one.&nbsp; You would not be the first to imply that I would ever accept some sort of alliance between myself and another human being.&nbsp; Pity that is not the case.&nbsp; However, I do have a proposition for you.&nbsp; Well, actually, an ultimatum."</em><br><br>Flayer turned its head upwards, and though Elizabeth didn't dare peek down at him she could practically feel his eyes boring through steal to study her.&nbsp; It&nbsp; rested its hands in the small of its back, in the fashion of so many scientists and researchers and noble folk.&nbsp; It seemed a particularly disconcerting stance when <em>it</em> took it.<br><br><em>"I will allow only one of you the possibility of escape.&nbsp; Whichever one of you kills the other and makes it to the exit that leads back into the Slam proper will not feel my lash upon them.&nbsp; The other, well, will be quite dead.&nbsp; You have sixty seconds to make a decision.&nbsp; If you attempt to flee without fighting, I will slay both of you.&nbsp; If you attempt some sort of unified assault against me, I will slay both of you.&nbsp; If you take too long to make a decision...well, I'm sure you get the idea."</em><br><br>Elizabeth swore under her breath.&nbsp; That was the last thing she needed.&nbsp; Though she was more than capable in a fight, she had been climbing up and down ladders and walkways for what must have been hours, and the adrenaline that had sustained her was quickly draining away and leaving exhaustion and uncertainty in its wake.&nbsp; At her best, perhaps, she and Rae could have fought on equal footing.&nbsp; Now it all came down to the decision.&nbsp; Attacking Rae likely wouldn't end happily for her, but she wasn't about to just lay down and die.&nbsp; Sixty seconds.&nbsp; It all came down to sixty seconds.<br><br>With a swiftness that surprised even her she pried herself up from the floor and shot up to the one Rae was standing on, skipping nearly all the rungs of the ladder in the progress.&nbsp; Crouching in a similar stance as she had before, her hands came to grip a sharpened blade of obsidian that she'd managed to carve in secret over the past months.&nbsp; The fineness of its point would give her some advantage, but not enough.&nbsp; She doubted her accuracy with it under such conditions.&nbsp; <br><br>"So," she breathed out huskily, shooting Rae a wry smirk.&nbsp; "What'll it be?&nbsp; If you've got some plan that doesn't involve entertaining the Beast with his bloodsport and leaving a corpse for him to fuck or whatever the hell he does with 'em, I'm all ears."<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] The Chronicles of Crematoria- Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bubblez</strong> on <strong>01-01-2010, 20:52:19</strong>
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				"Ahh, I was hoping you wouldn't be into the whole proposition thing. It is rather boring and old. I figured one of your nature, would have something more creative, but I guess we all get disappointed in life at some point in time now don't we." Rae said shaking her head, as Elizabeth landed at her feet. <br><br>Looking down she winked at the woman.<br>"Of course, we simply act as if we are fighting, we might have to put a little effort into making it look more real. I will let you be the first out. I don't want the Beast taking out his issues on the wrong person. I am not afraid of him. He can't do anything to me that I can't live through, even death." Rae spoke to the woman, her lips barely moving as she spoke. No one but the woman below would hear her words.<br><br>Rae rolled into a crouch and then make a strike at Elizabeth. She hoped the woman could pass this off as real. Rae had found what she had been searching for now. It was plain that this was what had taken something form her and had no remorse for what it had done. She was going to rid the world of it or die trying and she didn't care either way.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] The Chronicles of Crematoria- Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shihong</strong> on <strong>01-01-2010, 21:09:13</strong>
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				If Flayer felt annoyed by Rae's retort, it didn't show it.&nbsp; Elizabeth doubted it did.&nbsp; It never cared what other people thought, like everyone else were nothing more than gnats buzzing uselessly about its head.&nbsp; But she allowed herself a brief instant of relief, knowing that the woman had a game in mind.&nbsp; Whether it would be enough remained to be seen.&nbsp; She nodded imperceptibly, then made ready her advance.<br><br>Rae was fast, that much was obvious.&nbsp; But this wasn't the first time Elizabeth had needed to put on an act, and she was ready for it.&nbsp; She flowed to the right, her movement lacking its usual grace but forceful enough from lack of rest to bring her out of harms way.&nbsp; As she passed she brought the knife up, the blackened blade grazing past the woman's arm.&nbsp; It was an intentionally sloppy gesture, but a convincing one.&nbsp; No doubt Flayer would guess their game if they kept it up for too long without any severe blows.&nbsp; They would need to create an opening, a precious few seconds that could be used to put at least another floor between them and the Beast.&nbsp; Only then might they manage to dodge the salvo of strikes that would surely rain down upon them.<br><br>Elizabeth turned on her heel, took the blade in both hands, then made an exaggerated stabbing gesture towards the woman's back.&nbsp; Her foot hit clumsily against the metal, shaking it and hopefully giving away her position.&nbsp; Though killing Rae would ensure her own safety, she would prefer it not come to anything so morbid as that.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] The Chronicles of Crematoria- Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bubblez</strong> on <strong>01-01-2010, 21:34:05</strong>
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				Rae felt the blade graze her skin as Elizabeth made a pass at her. She took the blow with a growling sound. It had to sound as realistic as possible.<br><br>She jumped backwards, letting her hand grab onto the nearest rung of the nearby ladder. She heard Elizabeth's clumsy manuver and she hoped up the ladder to the next level as the knife hit the stone where her head had been moments ago.<br><br>Rae laughed, "Come now Elizabeth. I expected a bit more of a fight. You can't be giving up on me already. I know you don't want to go home with the Beasty." she tossed out the barb more to infuriate the Beast more than anything. Although she knew it might help to encourage the woman to move fast and get up here.<br>"I am waiting for you dear. I want this to be a fair fight, despite the whims of our funny little friend there. He is just jealous that he has to use tools to accomplish his work. Heavens forbid he do it&nbsp; honorable like nature intended."<br><br>Rae was ready for whatever might come. She winked at Elizabeth and made sure she was close to the edge should the Beast let loose with his whip, it would catch her instead of Elizabeth. <br><br>"You are almost there." she mouthed to the woman, hoping she could see them. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] The Chronicles of Crematoria- Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shihong</strong> on <strong>02-01-2010, 00:49:09</strong>
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				A few hours ago Elizabeth would have readily joined in on the taunting.&nbsp; Anything that might pierce that armor that Flayer had so thoroughly built up around himself.&nbsp; That, and a little playful banter always made fighting vastly more entertaining.&nbsp; But while Rae had the luxury of stamina, she was far too tired to come up with anything beyond the typical roaring of combat or grunts of effort.&nbsp; She was thankful to have happened upon one of the few honorable, sane prisoners left in the Slam, rather than someone eager to slit their throat.&nbsp; If she didn't know any better, she almost believed Rae was preparing to sacrifice herself if it came to that.&nbsp; As far as Elizabeth was concerned, it wouldn't.&nbsp; She didn't enjoy owing favors, even to the dead.<br><br>Only one foot hit the ladder as she ascended, a surprising feat for someone so thoroughly winded.&nbsp; It was like she could concentrate all her power into a single limb at a time: total control of the body.&nbsp; As soon as she touched upon the next floor Elizabeth swiped her blade towards Rae's hamstrings, then immediately swung both her legs upwards in a two-pronged kick should the initial slice hopefully fail.<br><br>At their ascent Flayer remained silent.&nbsp; Hands still firmly behind his back, he stepped straight up the ladder in front of him in a display of balance that any acrobat would be jealous of.&nbsp; No physical response to the taunts.&nbsp; Just the same shallow breathing, the same penetrating gaze.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] The Chronicles of Crematoria- Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bubblez</strong> on <strong>02-01-2010, 06:05:13</strong>
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				Rae jumped back from the slice, her foot sliding on a few pieces of loose rock. She went down to one knee just in time to catch the blow Elizabeth landed her to a shoulder instead of her abdomen. A loud grunt left her lips as she took it without crying out. Damn, if the woman didn't have some umph to her kicks, even as tired as she was.<br><br>She figured they were giving Beast a decent enough show. Elizabeth was almost to the entrance back. It wouldn't be long now. Rae was vastly tired of the unending search for who or rather what had killed her family. Maybe it was that frame of mind that left her comfortable with facing death in any form, be it natural or the face of the demon below.<br><br>She let out a kick with her other leg, a lousy attempt at trying to kick Elizabeth's feet out from under her, but it also aimed the other woman closer to where she needed to be. One way or the other, Rae was going to get her out of here. Hopefully in the one piece and not many.<br><br>"Go." she said, just barely audible about the grunts and groans of the two women as they made half hearted attempts at each other.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] The Chronicles of Crematoria- Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daimon de Broken Hearted</strong> on <strong>02-01-2010, 12:33:49</strong>
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				Stealing the things from the guard, he placed the things in his own private spot, sell them later of use them as trade for a good fuck. It mattered little, hardly any woman worth such an act was here, and toothless women the worst. He smiled as he took the guards keys and threw them down into the lower level. " Have fun." He told the inmate whom took it like he had found gold. Silly idiot would get three inches before another killed him. If half the killers would team up, perhaps they could take the guards down slots enough for their other members to forge an alliance to escape. But again seems full of stupidity. <br><br>He yawned as he sat, eating a kidney, the organ was raw, but his healing process would kill any infections or disease, it was his peoples skill. Something others used to create cures. He smiled, as he looked for a woman. Perhaps he held something they would love to spread those lips or legs for? <br><br>His hands used the shock stick from the guard. And looked through his items.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] The Chronicles of Crematoria- Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kotah</strong> on <strong>03-01-2010, 02:07:25</strong>
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				She poped the lock open once it could be deemed 'safe nough' to do so. Her hands still trembling. She fucking hated cats. Why did she have to sent to a damn prison with cats? The house ones were bad enough. She paid little attention to other people as they came out of their cells. She just locked hers, and started trotting off to her little meeting place. She needed to get there fast if she was going to get the things that she wanted. <br><br>She hopped the last few stairs on the case she was on, took a left, right, right, left again, more stairs, and then she was there. She nodded to the guard, her breathing a little heavy as she slowed down to a walk. Man, why did it have to be so damn hard to breath here? She wasn't exactly out of shape, but it was like trying to breath through wet sheets when she ran. As she stood panting, the guard flipped open a little lap top computer and set it before her. "make sure my son get's into a good collage" is all he says, and then he leans against the wall. <br><br>Liberty set to work, cracking open the files on the boys grades and the like. It took maybe an hour. After the hour had passed, the man's son was still no brilliant light in the dark, however, those little behavior problems were off his record, and he was a 'b' average. It would get the guy into a good collage after he graduated here in a couple of weeks. She closed the lap top, stepped back, and waited a few seconds for the guard to look over what she had done. When he was finished, he held his hand out for the list that Liberty had made.<br><br>"Oh, and I need a toothbrush, real bad... just one. The person won't do anything with it but brush her teeth, just get me one." This, of course, leaded into a debate. In the end, Liberty rolled her eyes, lifted her shirt to flash the guard, and a toothbrush was on it's way. She replaced her shirt, turned, and started walking her happy ass back towards her cell. It had been a pretty good day for dealing, and she had a few more deliveries to make. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] The Chronicles of Crematoria- Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>playfullchick76</strong> on <strong>03-01-2010, 03:22:52</strong>
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				Only when she saw the big cats race up past her cell and to the next level did she relax. Once a day this happened.Soon the guards level would rise up to pop the cork, as they put it, to replace the sulphur stinked air with fresh air from the surface. Her sanctuary was mid-level,meaning that she still got good air, and had enough time to reach her cell when the cats came calling.<br><br>Once the guards were up and she heard the faint sound of the doors closing, she blew out the incense and put them back where they were.They were good for&nbsp; another week at least.After that, she would have to procure some from Liberty. She only wished Liberty could make something that smelled better to her, but just as bad to the cats. Beggars cant be choosers, she had realised a long time ago.<br><br>Exiting her cell, she talked to her closest cellmates to see who had bought the farm. A few had, but of those, all but one were people she didnt speak to, so it was of no great loss to her that they were red stains on the catwalks or in the rough hewn areas on the levels below.<br><br>Re-entering her cell, she took out several lengths of metal, none longer than her hand, and carried them down to the lower levels, to the bathing areas.To the side of that, was another one, where crustaceans, like lobsters would come to feed on the nutrients in the water.They were one of the few things that thrived here and were good eating if you could spear one.<br><br>She closed her eyes, but didnt sense the beast. He was clearly sleeping, if he even slept, or was busy with some other unfortunate prisoner. Assembling her fishing arrow, she knelt down and waited. Only by being very still would they come close to you.They were lighting quick and you had to be very good to spear one.<br><br>She waited an hour, not moving a muscle before one approached her side to feed. Once it was close enough,she let go of the rubber that held it against her, allowing it to spear into the water and into the shell of the crustacean.<br><br>Smiling happily,she drew out the arrow with her catch on it, then dared any of the nearby prisoners to try to take it from her. When none of them dared to, disappointing her, she hit its head with a rock and carried it up&nbsp; to Liberty's cell.<br><br>She stopped outside her cell and peeled away the shell with a special blade that she had.Fresh lobster was a treat&nbsp; here, and as she rested, she offered Liberty some as she returned after meeting with someone. The arrow sections was one past trade that she had&nbsp; made with Liberty, something that coudlnt be made on Crematoria.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] The Chronicles of Crematoria- Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daimon de Broken Hearted</strong> on <strong>03-01-2010, 18:35:46</strong>
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				He yawned as he looked over the items and grabbed one, a package with a few little items of upkeeping. His large form then moved as he swung down, flipping a nice backflip to the lower level. He moved there was supposed to be a woman whom could get things going. And while he trusted no one, he might aswell try there. And he would find this Liberty's cell and stop out front of it. <br><br>Blue hair and eyes shimmered in the shadows he kept to , so much better then out in the open. And he waited there against the rock wall beside it. His hand held the package ans the boots, of the last guard killed, his belt aswell, hung now around Reeces back. ALong with a few weapons the guard favored. And a bottle of liqour, one never knew when a party might come. Or use it for another ocassion.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] The Chronicles of Crematoria- Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zelric Miras</strong> on <strong>04-01-2010, 06:58:41</strong>
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				Blood had found a suitable spot to watch the guards fighting to get the cats into their cages. "Funny, want me to try" he called. He jumped down and the cat he had been with earlier jumped beside him and moved to the cage, the other eyed Yrec and then the one that went inside the cage and followed it. "Your welcome!" he called gleefully as he jumped back into the pit behind him, grabbing hold of a ledge and landing close by. He chuckled as he walked into the shadows, a muffled scream was heard and shortly after he came out with a new shirt to replace his bloodied and torn up one. "This will do for now." he muttered, whistling as he headed for his cell.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] The Chronicles of Crematoria- Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kotah</strong> on <strong>05-01-2010, 20:16:21</strong>
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				She passed person after person on her way back to her cell. Every now and then, she had to stop and hand over some goods. Here and there she would receive something, only to turn around and hand it out to someone else that she had a deal with. It took time, but eventually she was climbing the stairs to her cell. <br><br>Her own cell was in the upper cell blocks, less people there. However, it was a lot harder to get around from there. Less safe because there were fewer people to defend you. However, when you had a cell full of stuff people wanted, you wanted to be tucked away a bit. It was also annoying that she had to walk through most of the open areas of the prison to get back to her little hidey hole. There were a lot of people to pass.<br><br>She sighed as she started to climb the stairs. She'd had a good day, and the day wasn't even really over yet. However, she wasn't going to be dealing anything else out for the rest of the day. Now she was going to go back to her little area, and chill with her friend and protector. They had a great deal going between them, it helped that they also got along so well. Really, Liberty would do a lot of the things she does anyway, Blair was like... her best friend. <br><br>Speaking of Blair, Liberty dipped her head in a nod to the woman she she approached, and grinned at the sight of the giant lobster the woman had caught. "You know, you gotta be the best person I've ever seen handle those." she tells her friend. Then her gaze drifts over to the man that was also waiting outside her cell. "Sorry, I'm closed for the day. If you want a deal you'll have to come back tomorrow." She eyed him for a moment as she walked to her cell and popped the lock. <br><br>She disappeared inside for a few seconds, the door being closed behind her. She didn't let anyone inside her home. There was risk involved there that she wasn't willing to take. IT was the same reason she wrapped some people's orders, and the same reason she kept blankets over the cell bars. People didn't need to know what she kept inside her small space. With the door shut, she tossed her bag on the cot, and proceeded over to a small table. There she gathered a shaker of butter flavored popcorn salt- it wasn't as good as putting butter on the lobster, but butter would go bad here fast. Then she gathered three hard plastic plates, the kind that are supposed to be disposable. However, the plates were slightly bent and deformed. Thus they gave the impression they had been washed over and over in the hot water that was in surplus around this place. She gathered three forks, not knowing if the man was planning to join their meal, and two cups. She only had two. <br><br>The door popped back open only wide enough to allow her to slip back out into the little otherwise empty catwalk. "Did ya heat her up already?" She asks Blair as she crosses her legs at hr ankles, and drops herself to the catwalk floor with her legs crossed. Her back keeping the door to her cell closed. The stuff she gathered filling her lap as she looked up at the man and woman.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] The Chronicles of Crematoria- Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zelric Miras</strong> on <strong>05-01-2010, 21:09:14</strong>
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				Yrec saw Liberty go by, handing packages as she went. She seemed to have some influence perhaps having her close might be of his interest. He followed her idly, just making sure he didin't lost her but still looking around. <br><br>He saw greet Blair and smiled to himself. He climbed to where they were through the wall without much efforts. He was used to it, sometimes they had to go up and down pits like this when he was in the mine. <br><br>"Good day, ladies, sorry if i interrupt." he said with a slight bow, some irony was present in his voice. "It's a lovely place we have here." He saw Liberty preparing for a meal, he had eaten something already, so he sat on a stone somewhat off and leaned on the wall, but still close enough to talk without raising his voice.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] The Chronicles of Crematoria- Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daimon de Broken Hearted</strong> on <strong>05-01-2010, 21:15:51</strong>
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				Reece sighed as she spoke of being closed for the day. He was not one to wait, and instead he did not move an inch. He looked to her. He would narrow his eyes at the other woman, but it was more to get a better look. <br><br>He held the package in his hand, and would rest there. He was far from letting the day end. But he would respect them so far. HIs large form moved with grace when he wanted, but also it was as unmoving as a statue. One not afraid of the things in here. He had seen worse, on other planets, been commisioned to catch them. Beast and man alike. He held his hand out and he smiled. As he tossed a flattened disc. As it landed by the girl sitting, there would be an eyeball attached. <br><br>The man above them falling dead, as he was listening in. He then reached in his pocket and pulled out a plastic fruit, shaped like a lemon. Inside was some lemon juice, he placed beside her. " First is free, second costs." As he had heard her say.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] The Chronicles of Crematoria- Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>playfullchick76</strong> on <strong>05-01-2010, 23:40:45</strong>
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				Giving Liberty a proud smile, she held it up a bit. "Its all in the wrist, and you have to be patient, let them come to you. When your ready to learn and come down to where they rest, I'll show you how to do it", she says to her, then waits outside, keeping away anyone who even looks like theyre about to enter Liberty's cell or disturb her.<br><br>Part of the reason for the discount on the shaft was that Blair would share anything that she killed with it with Liberty.She would have done it anyway though, to tell the truth.<br><br>She heard her going through her cell for something, probably plates to eat off, and forks to eat with. Blair didnt have too much visible in her cell.She would only accumilate stuff when she was far from Crematoria, until then, she wouldnt accumiliate too much, even though Liberty could get her trinkets from home if she asked.<br><br>Smiling again as Liberty came out of her cell with three plates, Blair wondered if she was inviting a mystery guest to dine with them.<br>"Heat her up. I did, but not for very long. It doesnt taste very good if its too hot though",she tells Liberty, then turns the lobster over and starts to cut out the warm, succulent meat with a knife specifically for it, and places some on two of the plates. The underside had already been weakened by her shaft arrow, and was easy to cut open that way.<br><br>There was no way to preserve food like this down here, so everything had to be eaten. The hard shell of the lobster could be used for a kneepad or elbowpad, once she had prepared it,but she would see if Liberty had a use for the shell though.<br><br>"Are we having someone else for dinner Liberty', she asks her and cuts out sections to place on her own plate, then lighty coats it with the butter flavored salt, which gave it some extra taste.<br>"Yummy", she says with a smile, then raises a small peice to Liberty and takes a bite of it.<br><br>Perhaps plate number three was for the new guy standing close by, a welcome to Crematoria meal.Blair only needed enough to eat. If Liberty wanted it shared with him, she wouldnt argue.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] The Chronicles of Crematoria- Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shihong</strong> on <strong>07-01-2010, 09:32:09</strong>
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				This Rae woman truly was far from the sort of person Elizabeth expected to find in the Slam, especially after all the years spent in the dark.&nbsp; Self sacrifice was not a common virtue to be nurtured in such a hostile environment, where everyone's ultimate goal had long since degraded from escape and freedom to mere survival.&nbsp; It took a special sort of individual to keep that sort of flame alive in their hearts, even in places where the fires had long since gone cold.&nbsp; That Rae was new to the prison surely played some part, but few criminals would willingly be so suicidally willing to save another's life.&nbsp; Especially since most of the prisoners were there because they had taken lives in the first place.&nbsp; No, this one was different.&nbsp; Law enforcement perhaps, before Falling from grace.<br><br>Not that such things mattered presently, when every little movement counted.&nbsp; Apparently she still had some kick left in her, if Rae's flinches were any indication.&nbsp; It boosted her own resolve to know that even on the brink of collapsing she was a capable fighter.&nbsp; Resolve was the one thing she needed most.&nbsp; A few open-palmed jabs towards the shoulder in an attempt to spin her 'partner' around and make her escape all the more convincing, then, grabbing the rungs of the ladder, a flip feet-first to the next level that would have made a gymnast proud.&nbsp; The throbbing in her head and limbs was unbearable, but it was a burden she had to deal with.&nbsp; Any more fighting and she wouldn't have the strength of body or will to move on.&nbsp; It was Flight or Die, and she hadn't spent so many years training just to end things so unceremoniously.&nbsp; If she was to die in a pit, it would have to be considerably more dramatic than this.&nbsp; With far more explosions, preferably.<br><br><em>"Tell me, Miss Elizabeth,"</em> the Beast shrieked from below, <em>"Is cowardice the mark of the Weak or the Wise?"</em><br><br>The games were over.&nbsp; Out of the corner of her eye she saw the Flayer nearly disappear, its movement so fast that it became a gray blur that latched onto the central pillar of the cavern.&nbsp; With a dexterity normally reserved for insects the horrid thing scrambled up the rock, its limbs twitching in ways that would have surely broken the bones of any normal man.&nbsp; The rest she did not see, but upon reaching the same level as Rae the Flayer would promptly kick off from its precarious perch and land across from the other woman into a crouch that emphasized the unnatural arch of its spine and shoulder blades.&nbsp; The weighted end of its whip scraped against the floor, a heavy lump of black material carved into a lethal hook.&nbsp; Even a flinch towards the ladder would surely bring it swinging down upon Rae's skull.<br><br><em>"You fail to disappoint me, my pet.&nbsp; If you had actually listened to me and killed her, I would have killed you.&nbsp; Congratulations.&nbsp; All too often do the desperate follow orders like sheep, if they think it will help them to survive."</em>&nbsp; Flayer's largest eye focused keenly on the woman, while the other four smaller ones seemed to rove about the vast space constantly.&nbsp; <em>"Though, you aren't desperate.&nbsp; You are not aimless.&nbsp; Every word and every movement has purpose.&nbsp; No doubt you are here for a reason that has nothing to do with a criminal background."</em><br><br>Silence, then a slow painful creaking as Flayer straightened up to his full, imposing height.&nbsp; Every bone in his body seemed to crack at once, perfectly trained to cause listeners as much discomfort as possible.&nbsp; <br><br><em>"So to you, I pose a question.&nbsp; If you answer truthfully, to the very best of your ability and without vagaries, I will allow you to escape without pursuit.&nbsp; Lie, and I will lock every entrance to this Sector and leave you to things far worse than the cats that drove you here.&nbsp; And I will know if you're lying,</em> he insisted gravely.<br><br><em>"What is your Ultimate Purpose in coming here?"</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] The Chronicles of Crematoria- Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bubblez</strong> on <strong>07-01-2010, 14:58:49</strong>
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				Rae took the jabs from Elizabeth with grace and she watched as the woman escaped and then The Beast scrambled up to her level. She stood still as she got her first, up close and personal look at him.<br><br>He was hideous but also in a sense beautifiul. She moved slightly, stretching her aching arm. <br><br>"You are correct in your deductions. I am not here due to a criminal background. I am in a sense somewhat like you, not in looks and probably not so much in character. However, the need to punish someone for a wrong they commited against a family is my purpose, both in here and out there. I could be using your assistance if you would be willing. I would even let you do the torturing if you like, in fact I would give you almost anything you wanted in exchange for your help, even my life if you require it of me. I want to find the person and make him pay." Rae looked him dead on, not flinching, hardly breathing, nut not scared. She would face anything head on, if death was the result then it was fated to be. She wasn't crazy but as he had said she was determined.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] The Chronicles of Crematoria- Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shihong</strong> on <strong>08-01-2010, 06:04:10</strong>
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				Flayer laughed, and the gluttonous crackling somehow seemed more grim than usual.&nbsp; <em>"So Justice is your prize.&nbsp; Well, Miss Rae, if it is Justice you seek then you need merely look around you."</em><br><br>The Beast swept its free arm out theatrically, as though introducing the hellish surroundings to the woman for the first time.&nbsp; <em>"Crematoria is the burning heart of Justice incarnate, consuming evil and burying them where the good people of the galaxy will never have to gaze upon them again.&nbsp; If the one that wronged you is here, then they have surely been punished already."</em>&nbsp; A slight twitch of the head as the darkness beyond the light of the nearest lantern writhed with movement.&nbsp; <em>"Unless an eternity spent in the Slam is not enough to sate you?&nbsp; The Law and its Ivory Courts are not enough to satisfy the hunger throbbing within.&nbsp; You wish to kill this person.&nbsp; Slowly.&nbsp; Horribly."</em><br><br>Though muffled and warped, one could almost sense a smile behind the voice now.&nbsp; <em>"And you want me to help you in this task.&nbsp; To make your vendetta my own.&nbsp; A Deal with the Demon to ensure your own success.&nbsp; Perhaps you are more desperate than I thought, my dear."</em><br><br>It paused again, becoming so silent that the shapeless hordes could now be clearly heard, slinking out from their ancient holes.&nbsp; One could sense their hesitation, as though the only thing keeping them at bay was the human monster staring Rae down.<br><br><em>"Very well, Miss Rae.&nbsp; I will assist you in your revenge.&nbsp; But the payment will be a steep one.&nbsp; For the death of the one who has wronged you, I will accept nothing less than your life.&nbsp; Nothing less.&nbsp; Once accepted, you cannot go back on your word.&nbsp; Do we have a deal?"</em><br><br>Flayer held his hand forth towards Rae, waiting for her own.&nbsp; It was the glove wrapped with barbed wire, and even in the low light one could see the gleam off its metal blades.&nbsp; A contract to be bound in blood.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] The Chronicles of Crematoria- Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bubblez</strong> on <strong>08-01-2010, 14:33:56</strong>
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				"<em>NO, this place is not enough for me. Here he can survive and thrive even. For what he did, the Ivory Courts were far too lenient. This monster deserves a fate far worse. Desperate or Determined, either way, it is what it is. Revenge plain and simple I suppose. My life it is then. But one question before I agree to this deal with you. What is your name? I don't like having to call you the Beast, even if you are one, it is not fitting to address a partner that way."</em><br><br>The fading light gleamed off the razor blade edges upon his gloves. Rae sighed, it was always a deal in blood. No one took another persons' word these days, but in a place like this it probably wasn't worth it. She raised a finger and traced one of the edges like a lover, caressing it and lavishing attention upon it. It reminded her of one of her fathers knives he used to carry. A drop of blood welled upon her finger as she waited for his reply.<br><br>She thought back on her life and found nothing that was truly worth living for and trying to break a deal. Death was always imminent and she feared it not. In a sense she welcomed the release from the daily task one called life. It was monotonous at best and only once in a great while was it exciting and worth the air it took to breathe. Maybe she had always lacked enough challenge in her life, something to inspire her to keep living.<br><br>Grabbing the barbed glove, she shook it and squeezed, letting the barbs sink in deep. Knowing he of all people would understand the significance of the gesture. Time was of the essence now and it was ticking away the longer they spent letting the creatures of the dark watch and wait for them.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] The Chronicles of Crematoria- Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shihong</strong> on <strong>09-01-2010, 00:15:44</strong>
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				Flayer returned the gesture, clutching her hand like a vice until the blood flowed around his fingers.&nbsp; The scars would be a constant physical reminder of the bond Rae had decided to accept.&nbsp; A painful one.&nbsp; But for all the Beast's tricks, it was well known that he had a peculiar habit of sticking to his word.&nbsp; Likewise, it was equally well known how skilled he was at twisting his words, much like the malevolent djinn of Earth's antiquity.<br><br>It paused for a moment, crimson lens staring at human eyes.&nbsp; The first show of hesitance.&nbsp; <em>"Jack,"</em> it whispered hoarsely, with just a faint hint of wonder.&nbsp; Like it was a word long forgotten, dredged up from times that no longer mattered.&nbsp; But as quickly as the moment came it was gone again, and Rae was released from the creature's mutilating grip.<br><br><em>"I suggest you start running, Miss Rae,"</em> Flayer hissed, spinning her about as casually as one might swat a fly.&nbsp; <em>"Spilled blood makes them restless, and I fear I cannot escort you to the door.&nbsp; Do be sure to lock up on your way out; there are certain things the Warden doesn't like the prisoners having to deal with.&nbsp; Things that would make even the largest cat cry with fear.&nbsp; I will contact you later.&nbsp; Try not to die, hmm?"</em><br><br>With that he was gone, flipped over the balcony and vanishing into the shadows below.&nbsp; The instant he left the air was rent by feverish yelps and gluttonous howls, and the darkness was illuminated by more sickly green eyes than there were stars in the sky.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] The Chronicles of Crematoria- Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bubblez</strong> on <strong>10-01-2010, 02:53:14</strong>
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				Rae took the handshake with grace, painful though it might be. <br><br>She watched as he remembered a lifetime before her very eyes. He had been lost so long in his current name and occupation that he had almost forgotten who he had been before. In her soul she felt pity, but none would show on the exterior. She knew that would be fatal for her if she let him know.<br><br><em>"Indeed, I shall run. I will lock up and I look forward to hearing from you. Dying is not on my list of things to do yet. That remains in your hands alone, you hold my life for whatever it is worth. Jack"</em><br><br>She watched as he flipped from the balcony and the noise grew as he exited. She headed up to the prisoner levels, locking the door behind her. The creepy eyed things had watched her, but strangely made no move, perhaps they knew the Beasts wrath would be upon them if they did, or maybe just surviving what she had was the key. Who really knew though. She had merely decided to whom she would die to. Nothing more. But, he didn't realize what she had in motion. No one did. <br><br>Rae smiled to herself and went to join the rest of the inmates for the time.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] The Chronicles of Crematoria- Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Odin</strong> on <strong>11-01-2010, 17:54:16</strong>
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				Odin tightened his leather studded gloves on his hands, and clenched his fists, before looking down over the railing. He pushed the gate open, and walked out on to the catwalk, then looked back at the gate as it swung shut. Back again, to keep the peace. He walked down the stairwell, and looked at the beasts in the cages. He reached in, and petted the first one, before retracting his hand and starting down into the prisoners quarters.<br><br>The various blades were strapped to strategic positions on his body. Each were easy to grab, and could easily execute at least five moves on an opponent. He carried an array of other items in his pouch which hung from his left hip, and a hammer that swung from his right. He used that to slam against the railings for the prisoners. He hated to see unsuspecting victims attacked by the dogs which the guards would occasionally let off for entertainment. Judis didn't approve at all of it, so more often than not, warned the prisoners of the incoming creature. His tight black leather helped him blend in, but his hair made him stand out. Silver caught any form of light, at any angle. His wrists and ankles were reinforced armor, due to the fact he'd been mobbed once or twice down here. Thought, generally, he was good to the prisoners and they were good to him.<br><br>This time, however, he had more sinister intentions. A prisoner had killed one of the few guards Judis actually got along with, and this was a vengeance visit. Judis traveled down the levels, remaining silent, before arriving at the cell he was looking for. The man lay there, on his bed, asleep. Judis' lip curled, and he looked down at the man in disgust. He grabbed him by the shirt, and threw him out of the cell, against the railing. This was an example.<br><br>Judis drew a blade, and grabbed the man by the face. Forcing his head back, Judis issued several stabs to the throat, sending out spurts of blood. The man gurgled, as Judis looked to several faces that were watching. He took a step back, and released the man, who clutched at his throat. Judis allowed him to suffer for a moment, before raising his hammer and slamming it into the mans head, compacting his skull and killing him instantly. Judis then booted him in the chest, sending him tumbling to the ground below.<br><br>"This is what happens to those of you who kill one of us. You take someone from us, we will take everything from you" he bellowed, looking at several prisoners watching him. "The rules are changing now. Those who kill will suffer fates close to death, but not near as satisfying" he told them, straining his vocal cords as loud as he could. "Those of you who think you are protected, are not. I Will take you in your sleep. I Will take you when you eat. I Will take you when you are vulnerable, and I will take anyone who tries to stop me" he announced, and waited a few moments, establishing what he'd said, before heading towards the guard station once again.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] The Chronicles of Crematoria- Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zelric Miras</strong> on <strong>11-01-2010, 23:08:10</strong>
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				Yrec heard the warden's voice and smiled. "Time to meet the boss..." he said and hoped to a ledge, moving along the wall with ease. He sat perched on a ledge overlooking the path to the office. "Hey, you are the boss here, nice speech by the way. What if such event of injuring a guard is done in self defense? In the short time i've been hear i've heard interesting things..." <br>Yrec had a twisted sense of reality, but he wasn't a fool, he kept his distance, ready to move to a higher ledge if needed. With all that equipment it would be very difficult to clmb the rock wall. He also needed to know the rules of this place, and those who enforced them.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] The Chronicles of Crematoria- Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shihong</strong> on <strong>11-01-2010, 23:25:55</strong>
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				<em>"Boss?&nbsp; How quaint that anyone would believe a Warden would dare to sully his hands with the blood of the worthless,"</em> a voice gurgled and cracked from over Yrec's head.&nbsp; The Flayer stood silhouetted against the flickering lights of the floors far above, nearly a shadow but for the bone white gleam of his body armor and the glare off his lenses.&nbsp; After a moment of inspection it seemed to ignore the prisoner's presence entirely, though its hand had since drawn uncomfortably close to the whip at its side.<br><br><em>"Of course, the prisoners do not have the right to self-defense in the Slam.&nbsp; Not against those in authority, as Judis well knows.&nbsp; However, you would do well to retain some ounce of subtlety, Mister Furion.&nbsp; Not that your blunt methods do not have their place, of course."</em><br><br>Flayer leaned over the railing several floors above and stared that unblinking stare of his, arms crossing behind his back.&nbsp; <em>"But if you keep speaking so loudly of the vengeance you will wreak against those who dare to kill guards, there may be those who begin to ask when <strong>your</strong> time will come.&nbsp; Why, I do think you've set a record for the most guards killed by a single person in the Slam.&nbsp; Some might consider that odd, you <strong>being</strong> one.&nbsp; Of course, perhaps that's none of my concern."</em><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] The Chronicles of Crematoria- Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>playfullchick76</strong> on <strong>11-01-2010, 23:39:57</strong>
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				Blair could sense it in the air, someone was about to die. Standing up from their Lobster dinner, she walked to the end of the catwalk and looked down to see a body fall from the edge of a lower one, down and down until it hit with a loud splat.<br><br>She had to admire the guards technique, simple and efficent,and done with a knife as well.This guard had skill, and would need to be watched, although she&nbsp; would defend herself against any guard who thought they could force themselves on her without her permission.<br><br>At the sound of the Beasts voice, she turned her head to look up, then felt a stab of fear inside her heart. Her knives were out half a second later and she was already scounting exits. Even though she was sure he had already had his fun, one could never be carefull here.<br><br>Although the more the Beast talked, the more she realised that he was sated, and was only talking for the guards benefit, not anyone elses.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] The Chronicles of Crematoria- Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zelric Miras</strong> on <strong>12-01-2010, 03:53:11</strong>
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				"The Beast is out of his cave" he tought grinning. "What i luck i have two celebrities in a day!" Yrec tought outloud with a light chuckle. <br><br>"I wonder, which of you have the most...let's say power in here. Perhaps fear would be more appropiate, don't you think?" Yrec called down the last part, seeing how many prisioners flinched from the presence of Flayer. <br><br>"I've also heard plenty of you, The Flayer if i'm not mistaken...yes that's how they called you." Yrec was quite comfortable in his perch on the wall, still he moved a bit lower and also away from Judis, he wasn't interesting in trying his luck against neither of them, at least, not yet. <br><br>"Mister Furion is it? Now i know your names, that's good." Yrec nodded, a wide smile on his face. "How rude of me, i am or was Yrec Eredin, pleased to make your acquaintance." His eyes wandered from Flayer to Judis, watchful of their moves. This was beggining to be an interesting...chat.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] The Chronicles of Crematoria- Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Odin</strong> on <strong>12-01-2010, 12:12:25</strong>
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				Judis had enemies in here, there was no doubt about it. And The Flayer was right. It was only a matter of time before he was killed. Whether as a guard, or a prisoner here. Stopping to listen to what the inmates had to say, he looked up at the Flayer. Eyeing him up and down, Judis did feel somewhat intimidated about being down here. Not specifically of any prisoner, but of all. Should he fight with one of the stronger prisoners, he'd be too weak to fight off the other prisoners which would seek to rid of Judis and his ways.<br><br>"I Assure all of you, I'm the highest officer you'll see come down here. Most of the cowards pay people like me to come down here" he declared, to Yrec. "To you, I am the boss. And be glad of that, because I have a conscience." he voiced. Really, he didn't know the warden, and didn't want to, but if the inmates felt that the warden just didn't care, they'd be less likely to mess up down here.<br><br>Judis came to state a point, and wasn't about to ramble off topic because it may lose impact. "I Assure you, Yrec, if I am given the order to seek you out, there wont be a chance for self defense" he declared, then looked at the more inmates gathering. Damnit. He hated spending too much time down here, because the more time you spend down here, the more attention you get.<br><br>"And for the record. I Don't kill guards. I Kill criminals, and scum" he told the Flayer, watching the crowds slowly growing. "And if you are one to keep track of such things, tell me, how much is the pot on me now?" he asked, looking from person to person. "You all want me dead, so how much is it?" he furthered, glimpsing around from inmate to inmate. It was a reminder of how many people had tried and failed to kill him down here, and worked as sort of a scare tactic. <br><br>Judis began walking to the higher levels, putting more distance between the lower inmates and himself. He cursed himself for allowing these people to distracting him, and keeping him down here this long.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] The Chronicles of Crematoria- Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zelric Miras</strong> on <strong>12-01-2010, 17:37:49</strong>
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				"Ok, you are the boss.Now that that's stated... You shouldn't go you'll find an angry mob!" Yrec called chuckling and leaned against the wall, waiting for both Judis and the Flayer to leave before going back to where he was. "And don't worry, you won't hear much about me." <br><br>Yrec looked at the group that had gathered. If they were as bold to go up against the Flayer..."Bunch of cowards" he muttered shaking his head. He took out the bladeless hilt and played with it for a while, tossing it up and catching it, mostly thinking.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] The Chronicles of Crematoria- Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>playfullchick76</strong> on <strong>12-01-2010, 17:46:44</strong>
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				This guard was indeed interesting. He was callling the prisoners out, something that no guard had done before. Blair was sure she could handle him,but only when she was sure she had the upper hand. Up there, they ruled,but down here, this was their world. <br>The guard would have to be carefull that he didnt bite off more than he could chew.<br><br>"The pot on you, its pretty high. Theres little separating you from&nbsp; a prisoner sent here. Only difference is that you get better rations, and sleep more comfortably', she called to Judis,then twirled her blades in her hands as he came into view.<br><br>He could handle himself with a blade, but was he armed, that was the question, she asked herself as he came closer. He had to know why everyone was here, including her. He also had to know that she had only killed one or two prisoners here, none of which would be missed.<br><br>Smiling as he came closer, keepig his gaze everywhere, she took in his bold stance, and his well hidden fear. "I confine my killing to people outside this prison, to embezzling mining execs, but if the pot gets any bigger, I just might change my policy", she told him, then bowed slightly and gestured for him to go past her.<br><br>She would give him a free pass, for now, but if he got too uppity, she,or someone else, would deal with him. While he moved, she kept an ear out for Flayer, if he showed himself within whip-range of her, she would be out of there in a flash and to her closest hideyhole.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] The Chronicles of Crematoria- Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Odin</strong> on <strong>12-01-2010, 18:39:47</strong>
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				Judis stopped infront of the girl, and looked at her, before glancing up and down her, sizing her up. His gaze returned to the ground infront of him, but before he could say anything, the inmates began banging objects against metal. A sign to any guard who was down here for too long. His eyes shot wide, and he quickly grabbed for his blade, drawing it half from his sheath. Turning his head to the side, and looking at the more inmates climbing and banging, he looked to the girl, narrowing his eyes. He jumped up against the railing, and kicked backwards, lifting himself to a higher catwalk. The inmates roared with laughter, and began shouting various things, mostly "Run piggie run". Judis ignored it, and used as many shortcuts up a few levels, and heading quickly for the exit.<br><br>By now, most of the inmates had joined in on the slamming, obviously intimidating Judis. Some guards had already lined the gate, ready to race down to assist Judis should things turn nasty. He hated being taunted out of the slam like this.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] The Chronicles of Crematoria- Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>playfullchick76</strong> on <strong>12-01-2010, 19:04:05</strong>
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				She said nothing else, nor did she take part in the metal banging tradition. She merely stood there, almost daring him to make a move at her, and kept her knives ready in case he did.<br><br>But the lound melody of metal against metal clearly scared and unerved him, as he ran for it and climbed up the railing, to reach an upper level and ran for it,like a scared child.<br><br>Laughing soflty,she slowly walked to the edge of the railing to a point where she could see the exit, like a beacon to any who would dream of escape. She watched as Judis ran for it and looked down at the mass of prisoners all jeering him and taunting him.<br><br>Knowing that he can see her from up there, she merely smiles again, then runs a finger against the side of her neck,against the jugular thats there, telling him that if they meet in anger, thats where she'll cut, to deal the fatal blow.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] The Chronicles of Crematoria- Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zelric Miras</strong> on <strong>12-01-2010, 20:54:54</strong>
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				Yrec jumped down from the ledge. "Safey and fun are better when there are more" he muttered chuckling. "Hi...Blair was it?" he said waving and moving over to where she was.<br><br>He saw the inmates move away and return to what they were doing. The quick uproar caused by Judis presence faded just as quickly. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] The Chronicles of Crematoria- Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shihong</strong> on <strong>12-01-2010, 21:50:46</strong>
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				Flayer watched Judis's retreat silently, no doubt enjoying the fear in the bold man's eyes as he realized that he did not have the power to back up the threats he had made.&nbsp; He mimicked Blair's mock-bow as the guard ran to the safety of the floors above, a short wheezing chuckle melding into the chorus of rattling metal and jeering prisoners.&nbsp; But as soon as Judis was out of sight he turned on the grime-ridden masses below and fixed his eyes upon them.&nbsp; At once the air went silent, their resolve fading as quickly as it had risen and forcing them back into the shadows below.&nbsp; Judis was but a man, and hardly better than some of the more brutish criminals detained within the Slam.&nbsp; Flayer was something else entirely.&nbsp; <br><br><em>"Be wary, my children, that you do not become as bold as dear Mr. Furion.&nbsp; While he must bolster his confidence by spitting in your faces of his supposed skill, I need not tell you what <strong>I</strong> am capable of."</em><br><br>A few of the other lingering men and women disappeared at that, afraid of being picked out now that the throngs had faded away.&nbsp; Immediately he focused on the pair of Yrec and Blaire, though he remained just beyond the range of his whip.&nbsp; For the moment.&nbsp; <br><br><em>"As for you, Mr. Yrec: there are no celebrities on Crematoria.&nbsp; Just men and beasts.&nbsp; And <strong>you</strong>, Miss Blaire!</em>&nbsp; Flayer's mouthpiece clicked several times, admonishing her. <em>"With your seniority I expected better!&nbsp; An actual threat against a guard?&nbsp; Why, if I believed in solidarity amongst those with authority I might feel inclined to <strong>punish</strong> you."</em><br><br>Flayer went silent for a moment, allowing the tension to rise slightly.&nbsp; Then it laughed, high and cold and jittering.&nbsp; <em>"I jest, of course!&nbsp; Meat like that needs to learn its place, wouldn't you agree?&nbsp; I look forward to the day when Mr. Furion no longer has the protection of his position to reassure him.&nbsp; I think, for your little display of confidence...I will remember your name,"</em> it decided.<br><br>That was it.&nbsp; The phrase dreaded most by any prisoner in the Slam.&nbsp; The reason Flayer was avoided was less to keep from getting whipped and more to assure that it did not have the time to commit names and faces to memory.&nbsp; If he remembered you, that was just the beginning of a new obsession.&nbsp; Everyone knew what happened if Flayer found you interesting.&nbsp; The worm-eaten man on the bottom floor was a testament to that.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] The Chronicles of Crematoria- Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Odin</strong> on <strong>12-01-2010, 22:22:35</strong>
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				Judis watched the monitor, feeling rather annoyed over the incident. He was, in truth, the kindest guard in the station. He never attacked a prisoner without good reason. Yes, he had struck innocents, but only to hide what he was really doing. He took food where it was needed. He protected women from being raped. He stepped in when prisoners were taking beatings from guards, and they still had the hide to do that. There again, noone knew the truth of what he was really doing. He'd always find some way to hide his kindness towards the prisoners, so well that sometimes even the prisoner he helped didn't know it.<br><br>He watched the monitor, then snickered, watching the prisoners gathering and laughing. He knew this place was his grave, but he didn't care. He really had little regard for his own life. He only took this job here because his daughter was put in here, and not even he could protect her from the cruel fate that became of her. Blair caught his eye, and he watched her for a moment, even stilling the camera from turning and rotating. There was only one, and it was on the bottum of the guard station.<br><br>He recalled the cut-throat like gesture she'd given him, right before he left the below. She wanted him dead, which really didn't phase him. No matter what he did, it was only a matter of time. His eyes flashed, back to the moments just passed...<br><br><em>Judis stopped infront of the girl, and looked at her, before glancing up and down her, sizing her up. His gaze returned to the ground infront of him, but before he could say anything, the inmates began banging objects against metal. A sign to any guard who was down here for too long. His eyes shot wide, and he quickly grabbed for his blade, drawing it half from his sheath, and gripped the arm of the watch. Turning his head to the side, and looking at the more inmates climbing and banging, he looked to the girl, narrowing his eyes. He jumped up against the railing, planting the watch on a small pocket in the front of her jeans, and kicked backwards, lifting himself to a higher catwalk.</em><br><br>A watch served little purpose to anyone in crematoria, since looking at it only made time go even slower. However, there was one man in Crematoria, who would collect all sorts of items. He'd trade with people, scavenge from the dead, and even barter with the guards. He had quite a collection, including his guard dog... Which was initially a cat from the prison that the guards traded to him. He collected watches, and this watch would fetch quite a price with the old man.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] The Chronicles of Crematoria- Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zelric Miras</strong> on <strong>12-01-2010, 23:07:49</strong>
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				Blood nodded at Flayer as he left. "Rather an interesting fellow don't you think?" he asked looking at Blair. Although he seemed confident he still was worried about Flayers words, drawing attention from such a character...was not wise, still wise was not what he was known for being. <br><br>Yrec shrugged and picked up a stone chip from the floor. "Interesting i might have an use to this. Well, time to do something more than losing time. I will see you around Miss Blair." he said somewhat mocking Flayer's tone. He jumped back down the pit and clutched to the wall jumping down to the next ledge, searchng the walls for a similr stone.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] The Chronicles of Crematoria- Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>playfullchick76</strong> on <strong>12-01-2010, 23:40:12</strong>
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				The cut throat gesture was only to scare him. She would never kill a guard unless he did something wrong down here, but he didnt know that, and if that kept him from striking out at anyone that didnt have it coming, all the better.<br><br>Still, she would like to talk privately to him the next time they met. Maybe pass on a message to him via Liberty to tell him that she admired his technique in dealing with said prisoner, but he could have been dealt with by his own kind, quietly before chow.For him to kill a prisoner so publically, was risky, even for a guard. Would she use her skills to save him if he got in trouble down here, maybe, if only to prevent reprisals against the prison population.<br><br>The beast at least could get away with it. Once he spoke up, the entire prison level went&nbsp; quiet.Even Blair said nothing as he spoke. He was amused almost, but one could never tell with him.<br><br>Hearing that phrase from him, remembering her name, she felt a chill go through her body. Catching the beasts attention was never a good thing. She would not back down or show fear though, that would only give him a victory and cause him even more amusement, and increase his power.<br><br>She was a senior prisoner here, one could say.Perhaps she had been rash, but what else was one to do to pass the time.<br><br>"If I wanted him dead, he would be,and if it makes you feel any better, your stll the better killer", she calls up to the Beast, telling the truth and hoping to appeal to his ego at the same time.<br><br>Once she's sure he's vanished as quickly as he arrived,she turns to Blood. "Yes he is, quite the character here, the only star, if you listen to him", she replies and notices him moving away. "Take care and avoid getting killed Blood", she tells him, then sits back&nbsp; to continue her lobster meal.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] The Chronicles of Crematoria- Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zelric Miras</strong> on <strong>12-01-2010, 23:51:11</strong>
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				"My, my, what a coincidence" said Yrec walking behind Blair and to the wall. He ran his fingers along it and saw some of it flake. "Yes, just what i needed..." He took the hilt and rammed it against the wall, seeing that it didn't cracked he smiled. <br><br>"By the way, have a nice meal." he said to Blair placing the hilt on a make shift holder on his hip. He waited for Liberty to show up, perhaps she had what he needed, although on what he could give as an exchange...he still hadn't tought about that.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] The Chronicles of Crematoria- Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shihong</strong> on <strong>13-01-2010, 02:18:33</strong>
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				Elizabeth had since made her way back to the hidden crevice that served as her home, a bubble left over from when the caverns making up the Slam had first vomited themselves up from the core of the world.&nbsp; It was dry and free of worm burrows, and the crack leading into it was too thin for the cats or the larger prisoners and guards to slide through.&nbsp; Being able to slip into places she didn't belong was a skill she prided herself on.&nbsp; Being able to dislocate her bones when necessary just made her job easier.<br><br>She sat in the center of the basin, surrounded by various torches and makeshift lamps she'd managed to steal from fellow inmates and guards over the years.&nbsp; The light reflected off the obsidian walls and set the entire space aglow, only the barest sliver of light visible from the outside.&nbsp; At hand were all the possessions Elizabeth had to her name.&nbsp; Smuggled items mostly, and reminders of a past life.&nbsp; Others were gifts from another prisoner, a reclusive woman named Stiletto that had been there even longer than she had.&nbsp; Rumor had it she had a thing going with one of the guards, making it all the easier to get contraband down to the cell blocks.&nbsp; It was undoubtedly true; a woman used what she had to survive, and Stiletto had managed to retain a miraculous beauty despite all the scars she'd racked up from abuse from her 'caretakers'. <br><br>Rae was like her, finding methods that didn't involve flaunting sex around to all the slabs of meat.&nbsp; There was a strength to her that wasn't fueled by desperation.&nbsp; Assuming she had managed to escape the Flayer behind her, that woman would be the sort of person to ally herself with.&nbsp; It paid to get close to those that still retained an ounce of humanity, especially if they possessed skill.&nbsp; They'd both be on the Beast's list now.&nbsp; Teamwork might very well be the only chance they had to avoid death by the whip.<br><br>---<br><br>Flayer sat in his quarters, alone.&nbsp; The only lights came from the dozens of screens circling his head; he did not need any other light.&nbsp; There were no furnishings.&nbsp; No visible possessions.&nbsp; Not even a chair.&nbsp; Just a featureless room carved straight into the rock.&nbsp; It suited the Beast perfectly.<br><br>Most enforcers were given access to one or two cameras, designated areas for them to keep careful watch of.&nbsp; Flayer had plugged into all of them.&nbsp; The Warden wanted results, and he was more than capable of keeping track of every little detail in the entire facility.&nbsp; His windows into the minds of all the little men and women that provided endless entertainment.&nbsp; A feature <em>not</em> meant to be accessibly by him was the speaker system, one that he thoroughly enjoyed using once the prisoners had gone to bed and their suggestible minds were frail from exhaustion.&nbsp; It was truly remarkable what a constant whisper could do to a sleeping mind.&nbsp; How a person could be twisted into a paranoid wreck after months and months of endless chattering.&nbsp; Flayer's closely guarded secret.&nbsp; Most prisoners simply thought they were going mad, hearing voices.&nbsp; The distinctive crackle of the Beast's voice was utterly filtered out.&nbsp; A perfect mask.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] The Chronicles of Crematoria- Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Odin</strong> on <strong>13-01-2010, 09:25:11</strong>
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				Judis returned to the monitor station sometime later, and watched the prisoners for some time. The bell rang, and the cages sprung open, releasing the cats into the prison once again. Judis hated when they did this. Some guards would break peoples legs or such, to make escaping even harder for the inmates, and place bets. But none gathered around the monitor when Judis was there. Though he was just a normal guard, he was one of the highest trained here, and was given the respect he deserved. Even the captain of the guard listened to Judis.<br><br>He waited some time, allowing the cats to move down into the lower levels, before walking down to the gates, and stepping into the prison system. Two large men moved along behind him. They were guards, but also tamers, keeping the cats out of places they didn't belong. The two men were well equipped and skilled, but still moved very cautiously through the catwalks - unlike Judis, who walked on with a purpose. He'd killed two of these cats before to assert his dominance over the pack, and knew no cat would attack him. The tamers were there because they could handle the cats, and Judis would need someone to watch the door.<br><br>Judis had a lot of blades with him, and a pistol which was secured to his hip firmly. He didn't use firearms a lot, but it didn't mean he couldn't. He glimpsed over the railing, at the cats chasing prisoners, and those prisoners who were lucky enough to have a safe place. He spotted his destination, and narrowed his eyes.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] The Chronicles of Crematoria- Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>playfullchick76</strong> on <strong>13-01-2010, 12:20:11</strong>
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				Lifting her chin up at the sound of the loud buzzer, and the 'feeding time' call, she spun to Liberty and got her back into her cell. She locked it for her, then gave her the key and the plates, then raced down towards her cell. She was holding one of the plates with her portion of mega-lobster on it.<br><br>The cats may eat it, but by god she had speared it, and she was going to eat it,she vowed to herself as she reached it. Quickly opening the door,she closed it behind her and lit the incense right at the foot of the bars.<br><br>Moving back to her bed, she curled up on it and could only wait.She heard the cries of the unlucky prisoners still out there, then saw the cats race past.They were big from this angle, which is why she knew to never attempt to approach them.<br><br>Once the trailing guards has passed, she relaxed and took out her hairbrush to brush her short hair back. No guards had ever entered her cell during the cat run, so no one was more surprised than her as she heard her cell door open.<br><br>She spun around with her longer knife in hand, ready to chase out whoever it was, then stopped as Judis stood there.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] The Chronicles of Crematoria- Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Odin</strong> on <strong>13-01-2010, 13:07:29</strong>
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				Judis travelled down the catwalks, and past all the prisoners that were hiding, holding their doors shut, or running for their lives. He found Blair's cell, and grabbed the lock. Slamming his hammer down, he busted the lock off, then pushed the door open and stepped inside. The door swung shut behind him, and he looked over his shoulder, as one of the tamers that was following him put up a makeshift curtain against the bars. He listened to him walk off, then looked over at Blair, narrowing his eyes slightly.<br><br>He threw the busted padlock on the bed next to her, and slipped his hammer back into its place on his armour. He drew something from his pouch, and threw it down on her bed next to the padlock. It was a replacement lock - thicker and tougher than the one she'd just had. He eyed her knife for a moment, then looked to her eyes. His hands remained by his side, showing he didn't come here to do something he'd need to defend himself over, or need a weapon for. Although, he had killed without weapons before.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] The Chronicles of Crematoria- Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>playfullchick76</strong> on <strong>13-01-2010, 13:21:38</strong>
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				What was he doing here, and in her cell no less, she asked herself.This was something that she would fight over but she sensed that he wasnt here to fight. He didnt stand like someone who was there to fight her and pin her down to rape her afterwards.<br><br>Noticing the curtain that one of the tamers puts over her cell door, she fears that this is her 'punishment', for what she did before. He's here for payback and to show everyone that he can strike at anyone, at any time, even Blair.<br><br>"Gee, thanks. So, how is this going to go, are you going to overpower me and claim me, or, are you just going to kill me Judis", she says, then makes her knife vanish again and crosses her arms underneath her rising breasts.<br><br>Her fingers trace against the black roses tattooed on her arm, twelve mining execs taken by her blade, a visible sign that she wasnt sent here for jaywalking.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] The Chronicles of Crematoria- Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Odin</strong> on <strong>13-01-2010, 13:40:38</strong>
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				He walked towards her, and leant down, picking up a lantern from next to her bed. He put the flame out, then threw it hard into the metal bars on the side of her cell, then turned back to her, his hair falling into place. "Were I here to kill you, I'd have just brought a cat to your cell and locked you in with it" he said simply. "If I crave a woman, I offer myself, not claim her" he told her, then looked to the glass laying in a small heap where he smashed the lantern. Drawing a torch from his guards belt, he sat it on a ledge that poked out from the rock. <br><br>"I'm not here to harm you, at all" he stated, allowing his eyes to wander back down to her. "Thats already been arranged" he said, not being too specific incase someone was still listening. "The mining corp heard that you're not dead, and so some of the guards have been offered quite a sum for you to be killed" he told her. "You spoke of my time coming soon, I guess its ironic that yours comes before mine, isn't it?" he asked, watching her. Hoping she'd be smart enough to know that he was really warning her. "Just goes to show your pretty little head is worth money even when you are in the slam" he said. "Alot like mine. I'm not even in here and there is a price on my head, you're not even out and there is a price on yours" he told her. "Difference is, I'm going to make it" he told her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] The Chronicles of Crematoria- Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>playfullchick76</strong> on <strong>13-01-2010, 14:10:53</strong>
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				Standing very still, she sighs as he breaks one of her lanterns. This was just not her day",she says to herself, and turns back to face him.<br><br>"Do you know what i had to aquire to trade for that lantern, but I guess im wasting my breath arent I", she says again and waits for him to make his point, whatever that is.<br><br>"This days just full of disappointments isnt it. I get on the Beasts radar, and now the Mining corp has put a price on my head,great.So why are you telling me this, its not out of the goodness of your own heart, I'm sure, so why, I have to wonder", she asks Judis, but makes no move to attack him.<br><br>"We all have to face the Reaper someday, sooner or later. It seems that my date with the Reaper is sooner than yours. I'm guessing your telling me this so that you can get first dibs at the contents of my cell, or..is there another reason why. Or do you just like to boast when your on top", she says, and sits back on her bed to pick at her lobster.<br><br>"I'm guessing you want some of this as well",she asks him and offers it to him, as if he wants some, he'll take some whether she likes it or not.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] The Chronicles of Crematoria- Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Odin</strong> on <strong>13-01-2010, 14:28:22</strong>
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				"Trust me" he said, leaning down, placing his face inches above hers. "I Don't need to boast" he told her, smirking. "You'll know when I'm on top" he told her, placing his hand on her knee, but also checking if she'd noticed the watch he'd planted on her yet. Pressing it into her leg, he sighed mentally. Tomorrow she could trade it.<br><br>He drew away again, walking to the side of her cell. "I'm not here to take the food from your mouth, Blair" he told her, simply. "I'm just here to point out you told me you were going to kill me, and here I am, telling you of your certain demise" he said, then looked over at her. "Ironic, no?" he said.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] The Chronicles of Crematoria- Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zelric Miras</strong> on <strong>14-01-2010, 03:57:31</strong>
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				Yrec heard the bell and grinned, "Time to feed my pet?" he said to himself. He raced down to the lower levels, he knew of certain critters that lurked there, and were quite easy to catch. Certain no one was looking he took a piece of mineral he had carved from the stone earlier and fitted it into the hilt, it fitted perfectly. He used it to kill two of those and sat down, waiting for the cats.<br><br>&nbsp;"Maybe i can make another friend." Blood mused while shelling the creature and leaving only the flesh. Soon enough the cat tracked him down by his scent, some blood, most likely from an inmate in his muzzle. Yrec offered the meat to it and took some of the other. He watched the cat eat and petted it absent mindedly.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] The Chronicles of Crematoria- Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shihong</strong> on <strong>14-01-2010, 07:55:18</strong>
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				Flayer decided to keep a very careful eye on Judis.&nbsp; His boastfulness had proven embarrassing, entertaining though it may have been.&nbsp; It reflected poorly on the Enforcers as a whole to have such a respected individual make such a fool of himself in front of the prisoners.&nbsp; For starters, Furion was just the sort of figure that the other guards could rally around in a time of crisis.&nbsp; He was chivalrous in a place that mocked such naive concepts, and ensured that his fellows did not succumb to depravity without paying the price.&nbsp; The man was a convenience that the Beast preferred to keep alive, so that <em>it</em> would not have to step in and keep the other Enforcers in line himself.&nbsp; It had far more important things to do than discipline rapists with authority complexes.&nbsp; Chief among them being the assurance that the prisoners never became willful and organized enough to try and take over the facility.&nbsp; Fear was a potent deterrent, as was pain.&nbsp; And none but the Flayer could truly show another what a fate worse than death really was.<br><br>The creature's largest lens focused on the secret camera within Blaire's cell.&nbsp; The Warden preferred keeping the prisoners in the dark as to how closely they were being monitored, opting to put plenty of more obvious cameras about to keep their attention.&nbsp; The Slam was more than just a convenient hole in the ground, after all.&nbsp; For all its dinginess it was still considered one of the most high tech prisons in the known Galaxy.&nbsp; The fact that Crematoria would burn or freeze anyone on its surface was just an added bonus to security.<br><br><em>"Why Mister Furion, you big softy..."</em> it whirred gently to itself, caressing the screen floating before its eyes.&nbsp; <em>"Looking for love in all the wrong places, perhaps?"</em><br><br>It only served to make the Flayer's interest in Blaire all the more potent.&nbsp; That sort of fraternization with the prisoners was officially prohibited, but it was a hollow rule that few guards actually followed.&nbsp; But while most were content to take their fill of women (or even men) that caught their eye, there was the occasional one that sought something a bit deeper than mere sex.&nbsp; Like Brass, for instance, and his raven-haired diamond in the ruff.&nbsp; <br><br>Flayer's other eyes quickly darted about, but they did not find the prize they hoped for.&nbsp; Reynolds's one-eyed seductress, Stiletto.&nbsp; A point of interest for the Beast that had gone off the grid months ago, perhaps fleeing into one of the abandoned Sectors.&nbsp; Occasionally she would be spotted in the Slam proper, bartering strange wares that could not have possibly been scavenged from wreckage in the lower parts of the facility.&nbsp; She had clearly found some other method of smuggling things into the prison, but even <em>it</em> could not hazard a guess as to where that exit might be.&nbsp; Moreover, there was the matter of who was bringing her things to begin with.&nbsp; It was a dangerous situation.&nbsp; The woman would only need to squirrel away a few guns to bolster the courage of her fellows.&nbsp; It would have made a more human guard frozen with paranoia.<br><br>But Stiletto's hunter was no mere human guard.&nbsp; And that was precisely why she would ultimately fail.&nbsp; Brass Reynolds would need to be dealt with and interrogated soon, before the situation became potentially serious.&nbsp; If a riot did break out, the staff would suffer unacceptable casualties.&nbsp; It would be quelled, with Flayer's assistance, but the wound on the prison's reputation would never be healed.&nbsp; Pests needs to be snuffed out before they spread disease.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] The Chronicles of Crematoria- Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kotah</strong> on <strong>14-01-2010, 11:27:39</strong>
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				Liberty had sat quietly through the whole scene with the guards. As far as the shown emotions, she did very little other then give a roll of her eyes as others rushed to the railing to see what was up. She liked to stay well out of the lime light. That, and she didn't really care what was happening to the prisoner near by. Truth was, the guard should have left it be. The man would have gotten what was coming to him in one way or another. However, the dramatic way he handled it, while angering some, also seemed to leave an impression on some of the lower level scoundrels that lived in these murky depths. the low rate criminals that filled up the nooks in the walls. They might actually think twice about going after people they should think better of going after.<br><br>All and all, the guard was a good guy. Liberty knew he had his heart in the right place. So, it hadn't gone as well as the man might have hoped, but still. He was a nice guy. Liberty often dealt with the man when she could. He was one of the nicer guards. <br><br>The sound of the beasts voice, however, now that almost made the poor girl wet her pants. She started eating much more quickly as the beast made himself known only a few levels up. If she looked up, she would have been able to see right up his coat. She did not look up. <br><br>Then, the next thing she knew, Blair was jerking her to her feet, and making sure she was locked safely in her cell. Feeding time? Oh! That jerked her back into some awareness. She hurried over to her sale bag and grabbed a couple sticks of her incense. She lit both of them, and walked back to the bars to pull aside one of the thin blankets there. One stick was dropped directly outside her cell, and the other she tossed over the railing to give the lower level people a bit more time to get back to their cells. She also shoved one unlit stick into Blair's hand before the woman could take off. She wanted to make sure her friend got home safe.<br><br>Fucking cats. She fucking hated Cats.<br><br>Shuddering, she took a peek upwards through the bars to where the voice of the beast had come from. Hopefully he didn't see her. She was pretty good about staying under the radar when it came to crazy mother fuckers that like to make you bleed to death very slowly. It was a good skill to have.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] The Chronicles of Crematoria- Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>playfullchick76</strong> on <strong>15-01-2010, 11:57:02</strong>
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				He couldnt just be here to warn her. Still, the warning was welcome, and would let her know that trouble was coming, that she would have to fight hard to hold back.<br>Against regular prisoners she could, and had, held her own, but against guards, with better toys and access,she would struggle to survive.<br><br>Running wasnt something she could do here, nor would she even if the possibility was offered to her. The Beast would only hunt her down if she did that,and he would enjoy it a lot more.<br><br>The incense stick from Liberty was welcome and that was on one of the shelves, ready to use when she needed it.<br><br>"Kill you, Judis, if I wanted you dead, you would be. What I did was just a gesture,a promise that if we ever meet in anger, thats where I'll cut. You have skill with a knife, and I admire people with that skill.Plus,most guards here are sadists. But you arent, I think I read you wrong", she admits to him, then feels a strange weight against her body.<br><br>Her hand finds the watch and subtly hides it. A small smile and nod to him lets him know that she's found it.<br><br>'Yes, it is ironic isnt it.&nbsp; You know, I wasnt always like this, a killer. I had a family, prospects for a good and honest future.But you already know why I'm here and what I did, dont you. You probably looked up my file the minute you arrived", she says, but feels no shame about opening up to him.<br><br>"So what can I do to avoid certain death. I cant pay them off,and I cant run", she adds and&nbsp; removes both quick reach knives, to let him know that she wont kill him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] The Chronicles of Crematoria- Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Odin</strong> on <strong>15-01-2010, 12:04:28</strong>
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				Looking back to the curtain, he sighed heavily. "I Had family once..." he told her, frowning. "But this place took it from me" he told her, just touching on the subject, seeming to drift a little when he spoke about it. He hated this place, but remained to stop the same fate becoming of another prisoner.<br><br>"You fight" he told her. "Just because you can't kill them, it doesn't mean you can't kick the absolute screaming piss out of them" he told her, simply. "Its the rule in all groups... You grab the biggest, meanest looking one there and start throwing punches... And you don't stop until he hits the ground" he told her. "They are just like the prisoners... If they think you can handle yourself, they'll more often than not retreat" he explained.<br><br>"The only thing you have to fear are shockrods" he told her. "They don't leave a mark, but they weaken your muscles... Get hit with one enough, and you are a heap on the floor" he said, then looked up at her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] The Chronicles of Crematoria- Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>playfullchick76</strong> on <strong>15-01-2010, 13:12:15</strong>
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				From the look on his face, his family meant a lot to him, but he didnt open up and she didnt press him. Its not as if they were lovers. perhaps fuck-buddies if he was so inclined.<br><br>"I do fight, I know the fight rules of Crematoria, official and unofficial, but you put it so clearly. We'll see what happens when they come. I'll fight like a cornered rat when it comes to it, dont get me wrong", she tells him and thinks of the shock rods.<br><br>They are the guards main weapon and their main defence. "I'll beware of them even though I've rarely seen them brought out into the prison proper", she says and senses that out of the guards, he's the only ally in that camp.<br><br>"So if you give me some advance warning, I can have it play out in a place of my choosing", she says as the idea comes to her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] The Chronicles of Crematoria- Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Odin</strong> on <strong>15-01-2010, 13:18:45</strong>
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				"Take that to the junk collector" he told her, motioning to her pocket. "I'm sure you can find a few things of use within his masses of stuff" he said, nodding slowly. "Just be aware, that watch is something that he wants" he told her, watching her. "Its worth a fair bit to him" he explained.<br><br>Judis never carried a shock rod, but he did feel asthough having one of her own may her help. "It doesn't matter where you run, you can only fight them off for so long before they simply let the cats out... Find somewhere that you only have to fight one guard at a time, and has an decent way of dealing with the cats.<br><br>He looked over her, almost admiring her, before looking back to the curtain. "Its best if you pretend this talk wasn't what it was... With everyone. Nowhere is private, so don't breathe a word" he told her, knowing that someone, somewhere, would be no doubt listening.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] The Chronicles of Crematoria- Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bubblez</strong> on <strong>15-01-2010, 13:26:38</strong>
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				Rae had watched the entire proceedings from her ledge. It was interesting to see what one person who loved someone would do. Perhaps Judis was down there to make a point to the others about the guard, but the more she watched him, she knew what he was doing. Much the same as herself, looking for someone and finally finding them. No the question was what did he want Blair for. <br><br>Rae decided to watch him closely and find out. It was at least a mild interest for her before she would cease to exist. Funny thought was she really wasn't scared to die. She had nothing to live for. Some might think he suicidal for making a deal with the devil in here, but she didn't care. It was a means to an end of lifelong pain and suffering.<br><br>The cats were let out yet again, but Rae was no longer running form anything, and strange as it would seem, the smell of where she had been and what she had been in contact with made them shy away. One in particular caught her gaze. It had a slight limp in its back leg, probably from a beating. THe cat was less cautious and made a point to sit and stare at her. She smiled, the cat reminded her of her. Chuckling she pulled out a piece of jerky she had stashed and tossed it to the cat. <br>"I'm not coming up there to be your lunch, I'm just as smart as you. So, eat that and be happy or go on and leave me alone." she said softly to the cat. It looked at her cocking its head as it listened. Slowly it sniffed the meat then began batting it around. Rae was doomed, the cat was mental. Go figure she would find the crazy one in here. Par for the course. <br><br>The bell sounded for the cats to go back, with one last look over the ledge it dropped the meat back to her and went back to its cage, snarling at the others as it went. "Amazing animals,"she thought to herself.<br><br>The other guards that were plaguing the women here needed to be taught, that no was no and to respect it. Maybe that would be her newest goal, while waiting, A million thoughts whirling through her mind, she found herself walking towards Blair's cell absently.<br><br>What would he want with Blair, at that both of them. Judis, it was clear to see cared, The Beast on the other hand, who really knew. It was probably more of a mind game that he was playing with her, trying to freak her out, cause her to do something stupid. Lord only knows.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] The Chronicles of Crematoria- Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>playfullchick76</strong> on <strong>15-01-2010, 14:51:09</strong>
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				"You didnt have to do that, but, im gratefull to you for doing it",she says as she takes another look at the watch. She could trade this for a baton, and extendable one, or something to make life more pleasurable here.<br><br>"I know of places lower down, where its close quarters fighting territory, and some areas that I can hide from the cats. Im just worried that by avoiding them,and the cats, I'll become trapped in one of the Beasts traps. I'll just have to be carefull wont I", she tells him and thinks on her chances of survival.<br><br>Killing the cats just wasnt right, nor was killing the guards,so she had to drive away both parties, but without causing death. That was tricky, not trying to kill andhold back.<br><br>Grinning at his request for her not to talk about this conversation, she took another look at him.<br><br>"I'm sorry, I didnt get your name, and your not taking liberties with me", she says loudly&nbsp; for anyone close by to hear even if they werent trying to listen in. Her last sentence should throw off any prisoners nearby, as well as the other guards as well.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] The Chronicles of Crematoria- Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Odin</strong> on <strong>15-01-2010, 14:56:28</strong>
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				He watched her for a moment, then sighed. He'd hate to see her still fall victim to the guards, but knew that they were going to set up traps for her. They would position someone at the entrance to the lower levels, just so she couldn't go down there.<br><br>"You'll get whats coming to you" he declared, then pulled her door open, and ripped down the makeshift curtain. He tucked it under his arm, then started up towards the guard station. He passed a few prisoners that had already come back out after the cats.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] The Chronicles of Crematoria- Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>playfullchick76</strong> on <strong>15-01-2010, 15:33:16</strong>
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				She was more at risk here, she knew, but she woudlnt fear the guards, or flinch. She would do her best not to kill the guards, as it would only lead to a crackdown on the prisoners and the few rewards they could get.But she would leave them with some deep cuts and bruises for daring to try to kill her for profit.<br><br>Watching as Judis bought her act, then sounded like the hated her and left, she watched him go, then relocked her cell door.<br><br>"As if my life could get any more complicated", she said to herself, then settled back onto her bed to finish her lobster. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] The Chronicles of Crematoria- Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kotah</strong> on <strong>17-01-2010, 01:16:34</strong>
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				<em>Fucking cats. She really fucking hated cats.</em> She sighed in deep relief as the Whistle blew that called the damn cat's back to the cages they belonged in. The tamers started to herd them, and the cat's were quickly being put away. <br><br>She remained curled up on her bed for a short while after the cat's had been called away. You never knew if there was a straggler. Then she pushed herself upright, and slid to the edge of her little cot. It would figure that she would get sent to a prison guarded by an animal she was terrified of. <br><br>It took another short while before she was able to force herself to her feet, and walk to the entrance of her cell. The bag was left behind, she wasn't in the mood to be dealing with the random people passing things here and there. She would take new deals, but she was going to wait till tomorrow to hand out. she turned the combo, and stuck her little key in to pop the lock. Thank you locks. <br><br>Then she sighed a bit as she stepped out. A brown paper bag had been left by her cell. She lifted it to look inside. It was nothing special. A toothbrush, two small tubes of toothpaste, a handful of bars of soap like you would get at a hotel, a pocket package of q-tips, a small bottle of body spray- again like you would get at a hotel, some chocolates, an orange, and a handful of rubber bands. Pretty much, all stuff you would steal from a hotel. No need to guess where they had come from, the name of the place was on it all. She stood in the cell door, tossing a couple of things on her tiny desk- the q tips, a couple of rubber bands, and one of the toothpaste tubes.<br><br>Then she pulled the door shut, locked it, and headed to Balir's. She had expected the guard to take a bit longer with the order. She had also expected a bit better quality of stuff to had come in. However, the guard she had spoken to last wasn't the brightest of them, but he tended to be the fastest at getting what Liberty threw at him. Down some steps, across a catwalk. Nothing special here. <br><br>The only thing slightly out of the norm was that she seemed to shake hands with the guard that had caused the fuss earlier. Judis was neatly given the paper with a list of supplies that was needed for the women in the prison.&nbsp; Cheap emergency contraception for the girls, tampons, condoms, hydrogen peroxide, bandages, Tylenol, Robitussin,&nbsp; and other things that people needed for day to day first aide. Pretty much it was generally accepted that if the Robitussin and Tylenol couldn't save you... you were fucked.<br><br>Then she continued to Blair. "Heya, chicka, I got's something good in."
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] The Chronicles of Crematoria- Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>playfullchick76</strong> on <strong>17-01-2010, 02:01:35</strong>
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				The trouble she was in was no regular trouble.That she could deal with, this was something else. They were deliberately targetting her.Still, when the time came, she wouldnt back down, she would fight, with every bit of her skill and heart.<br><br>Blairs voice shook her out of her calculating mental state and made her lift her head.The sight of liberty brought a smile to her face and she let her into her cell.<br><br>Something for me", she says, then gasps as she sees the toothbrush that she produces.<br>"I dont know how you got that, but thank you for it", she says and gives her a quick hug. 'Your a lifesaver, you truly are Liberty". And she was, if she truly did die at the hands of the guards, Liberty was the only person here that would truly miss her.<br><br>Holding up the toothbrush, she unwraps it, then rubs some toothpaste on it and begins to clean her teeth.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] The Chronicles of Crematoria- Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zelric Miras</strong> on <strong>17-01-2010, 04:33:51</strong>
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				Yrec got back with the cats, having to struggle a bit to keep up with them while they returned to their cages. "Soon it will be harder for this two to return...And that might be my key outside" he muttered, he stopped a bit before the cages and saw the cats run in, he didin't wanted to attract the caretakers attention. <br><br>He moved back to the lowest levels, he had 'coaxed' information from the flayer's traps from another inmate so he did his best to avoid them. He moved slowly looking at the rocks around him. "I know it must be around here..." examining each rock, mostly with touch since the light was somewhat dim down there. <br><br>He felt his fingers touch what he was looking for and grinned. "This will work for an exchange..." he muttered and quickly glanced around, in the darkness no one would see what he was doing but it would still be dangerous to have something lurk on him. He undid his braid and took out the blade that was hidden within it and used the diamond edged blade to carve the stone twice, making it almost soundlessly. He used the sword to slash quickly at what come close, if it was a guard or inmate, with the sharpless side. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] The Chronicles of Crematoria- Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Odin</strong> on <strong>22-01-2010, 09:28:38</strong>
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				Judis got clear of the facility, and looked at the piece of paper. Heading straight to the supplies computer, he put in what they needed, ordering double for it all. He didn't need all the money he just had come in, so he could afford much more. He stretched upwards as he stood, then headed for the monitoring station. A few guards were gathered in there, and he looked to the monitor, frowning. "Whats going on?" he asked, looking to the others. "New girl" one of them said, emphasizing the gender and smirking, before receiving a glare from Judis.<br><br>Judis turned, and walked into the lower deck that was put in, to lower the criminals. He looked around, then at the poor little thing. There was a guard with his tongue halfway down her throat and a hand on her breast, as her arms were chained up. Judis walked over and grabbed the man, throwing him towards the control panel. "Hey, asshole, wait your..." he froze when he saw Judis. Judis just glared at him. He reached over, and fixed the girls shirt, then sighed as he took a few steps back.<br><br>No way was she going to survive down there. The floor opened, and she let out a cry as she was forced to hold her own weight, her arms shaking. Judis looked away, as the girl began lowering down. He headed back to his quarters, going to get some sleep, not wanting to watch her arrive down there, already knowing what happened to girls like that.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] The Chronicles of Crematoria- Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Odin</strong> on <strong>22-01-2010, 09:49:38</strong>
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				Jemma spat to the side, then glared at the guard before looking to the one that had saved her. The floor went out from under her, and her weight jerked on her arms. She cried out, then looked down. She began to lower, as the bells began ringing, bringing attention to the small form slowly lowering into the prison system. Jemma looked around, at the inmates, each having sinister looks on their face, some even walking down with her, or racing to the bottom. She looked up, at the chain, then down to the floor. She was <strong>Fucked</strong>.<br><br>Reaching the ground, the cuffs released her, dropping her to her feet and starting to wind back up. The first guy ran towards her, with a bear hug, which she ducked, and ran towards the catwalk. The next guy swooped at her ankles, which he missed. She went under the arms of another guy, and up the ramp, ducking under a railing and jumping to another one. She climbed around level, using the stairs, then sidestepped another guy, who tried the bear hug as well. She ran along the catwalk, then was slammed against the wall by a rather large looking man. He grabbed her by the throat, and pulled her forward, before slamming her against the wall again, her vision going blurry. She would actually love to pass out right now. Then she wouldn't feel anything.<br><br>Unfortunately for her, it was Mallistion, or 'Big Mal', one of the most connected criminals in Crematoria. Outside, he was, in fact, part of a large rebellion group. Her hands gripped at his wrist, but his other hand remained untamed. It went straight for her, pushing into her underwear. She rolled her hips away, but he brought them straight back, applying pressure to her. She closed her eyes, wishing someone would kill her. Hell, hack at her neck with a rusty, blunt pen knife, but she knew he wasn't the only man that was after her. There was a small crowd around her, that watched as the man grabbed at her inside her underwear. She struggled, but was easily restrained. All she could do was try to hold back each arm with her hands, but got absolutely nowhere in doing so.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] The Chronicles of Crematoria- Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shihong</strong> on <strong>22-01-2010, 11:17:00</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v296/rcburner/Stiletto.png)</div><br>It was just the briefest flash.&nbsp; A body clad in leather, leaping past one of the cameras.&nbsp; One of the few that didn't possess a blind spot that could be taken advantage of by the majority of human beings.&nbsp; Flayer leaned forward, eyes roving over the panels, scrutinizing them for another hint.&nbsp; There.&nbsp; The glimpse of a face.&nbsp; A beautiful one, skin gray, missing eye, raven hair.&nbsp; No doubt about it.&nbsp; Stiletto.&nbsp; But why now?&nbsp; It mattered little to him.&nbsp; He could not allow her to pass through his territory so easily.<br><br>---<br><br>How many minutes did she have?&nbsp; Two?&nbsp; One?&nbsp; Was her life to be measured in seconds?&nbsp; Hours?&nbsp; Days?&nbsp; Or would it end the very next moment, torn from her grasp before she had the chance to scream out?&nbsp; It would have to be enough.&nbsp; New meat was hard to come by these days, and the last thing the woman needed was for another woman to be broken down to a hollow shell and left out for the cats or Flayer to play with.&nbsp; What she needed was someone fresh.&nbsp; Someone as of yet untouched by the horrors of Crematoria.&nbsp; Of course, this new girl was barely more than a child.&nbsp; But she was still human inside, and that was a precious thing that should not be lost so easily.<br><br>Stiletto reached the edge of the growing crowd and scowled, her yellowed eye burning a hole in the backs of them until one of them turned around and noticed her.&nbsp; His eyes went wide, as though he were looking at a ghost, and he immediately stepped aside and began nudging his would-be-rapist buddies.&nbsp; She passed wraith-like through the prisoners, untouchable.&nbsp; One of them seemed to grow enough nerve to try and play a game of grab ass--probably to spur the others into taking her down as well--only to find two of his fingers broken in her grip before he'd managed to get them below her waist.&nbsp; The others went silent as the idiot ran off nursing his wounds.&nbsp; They were right to be wary, and it wasn't just because of the woman's enigmatic reputation.<br><br>The stunrod slammed down on Big Mal's head with an audible crack, the sudden burst of energy sending sparks into the air and singing the brutish man's hair.&nbsp; Once to the crown, twice to either temple, then six quick jabs to the kidneys.&nbsp; A wild blur of electricity arcing over his unprotected back.&nbsp; Her face remained placid, the low light casting deep shadows across her gray skin.&nbsp; Even if such brilliant strokes didn't knock him out, the fact that the stimulation to his abdomen would no doubt cause him to void his bowels would be more than enough to take the fight out of him.<br><br>She rose her sharpened heel and kicked him bodily aside, using the man's own weight against him.&nbsp; "Shove off.&nbsp; If you all are so desperate for companionship, find a woman that wants some attention.&nbsp; Or better yet, get used to the idea of your own hands before I decide to cut them off.&nbsp; Anybody touches her will wish they were dead.&nbsp; That clear enough for you, or would someone like to get sodomized by a few thousand volts?"<br><br>Stiletto pointed the stunrod at the crowd and shot off sparks for emphasis, her good eye roving over the sea of faces and daring them to make a move.&nbsp; Only when her threat had sunken in completely did she cock her head in Jemma's direction and offer her hand.&nbsp; "Get up.&nbsp; I have little time to waste, and you need to find a cell of your own."
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] The Chronicles of Crematoria- Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Odin</strong> on <strong>22-01-2010, 11:28:12</strong>
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				<strong>"Careful boys, there's a handsome bounty on both their heads"</strong> one of the watching prisoners shouted, giving them a slight moral boost. <strong>"And the little ones a virgin"</strong> he added quickly, causing the men to move in a little more. <strong>"Come on! She can't hit you all!"</strong> he shouted, and then began banging a metal cup. Attacking Big Mal - one of the biggest heads in the prison, had its upsides, and downsides. His connections, were a downside. They also began banging, sending out waves of clanging. "No I'm not!" Jemma cried, scurrying to her feet and hiding behind the woman.<br><br>The alarm bell rang, for the cats, and the prisoners were out in the open. Too panicked to realize the cats only just went back in, they bolted, leaving Jemma and Stiletto untouched. Jemma looked up, then around. "Whats going on!?" she cried, confused already, and she only just got there. It was obvious someone had set off the alarm for them... Someone cared... And any woman who knew Judis would know it was him. No other guard would show her that mercy, as they'd have pots and such on this kind of subject.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] The Chronicles of Crematoria- Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shihong</strong> on <strong>22-01-2010, 11:44:46</strong>
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				Stiletto only smiled as the alarms began to blare, glancing up into the shadows far overhead.&nbsp; It had been a risky gambit, but one that ultimately paid off.&nbsp; Not that she hadn't had other means of dealing with the crowd, but supplies were scarce and she preferred not to waste certain bits of contraband that she'd collected over the years.&nbsp; The stunrod was just the least alarming among them.<br><br>"What's going on is that we have a friend in high places.&nbsp; I believe you've already met.&nbsp; Normally that alarm means you'd better get your ass in a cage.&nbsp; There are far worse things than horny men in this place, and they're liable to tear you limb from limb.&nbsp; I do hope you're a cat person."<br><br>She gestured to the woman with her hand and immediately set off at a brisk and cautious pace, eye shifting wildly in search of something.&nbsp; Only when things seemed safe did she begin speaking again, and even then she didn't look Jemma in the eyes.&nbsp; "You may call me Stiletto, if you wish, though names mean very little here until you've proven that you can survive long enough for them to matter.&nbsp; You have very much to learn and I have very little time in which to tell you, so I'll have to leave you in capable hands until I find another chance to break in here.&nbsp; There are two very important rules that you should keep in mind above all others.&nbsp; The first is keeping your cell locked whenever you're inside it outside it, to keep the cats and men out.&nbsp; The second is to never draw any sort of attention to yourself, lest you draw the ire of the Beast."<br><br>The name seemed to set her on edge, and she halted on the catwalk to listen.&nbsp; Silence.&nbsp; She went a bit more quickly now, reminded of how little time she likely had.&nbsp; "He's an Enforcer.&nbsp; You'll know him when you see him.&nbsp; When you <em>hear</em> him.&nbsp; The others will only rape you if you're lucky, maybe kill you if they're the rough sort.&nbsp; So long as you maintain solidarity with the female prisoners and with Judis, the guard that set the alarm off, you won't have much to worry about there.&nbsp; The others listen to Judis.&nbsp; But the Beast answers only to the Warden, and the Warden doesn't keep him on a leash.&nbsp; If he gains an unhealthy interest in you, it would behoove you to simply kill yourself and deny him the pleasure.&nbsp; There are things you can do to a person that are far worse than simply killing them, and he knows them all."<br><br>It wasn't long before they arrived outside of Blaire's cage, where she and Liberty were holed up.&nbsp; The woman smiled crookedly at them, rapping on the door with her knuckles.&nbsp; "Long time no see, Liberty!&nbsp; Blaire.&nbsp; Got some new meat that's gonna need someone to get her set up down here.&nbsp; Can I rely on you two?&nbsp; I don't dare stay long.&nbsp; They officially declare me a fugitive yet?
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] The Chronicles of Crematoria- Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>playfullchick76</strong> on <strong>23-01-2010, 10:46:19</strong>
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				Blair watched from up top as the new fish was lowered down. By the gods she was young, she wouldnt last an hour here, no, less than that, she thought to herself.<br><br>The crowd of&nbsp; eager, sexed up male prisoners gathered around her and pounced as her feet touched the ground proper.Then she was lost from sight, lost among the prisoners. Blair sighed,there was nothing she could do for her now, even she didnt dare interfere, not with so many.<br><br>Then she saw someone she hadnt seen in a while, a long while in fact,Stiletto. She smiled and watched from overhead as she waded in and took out Big Mal with a stolen stunrod.She herself was carefull when dealing with him.Both respected each others abilities and rarely ever fought.<br><br>She was sure she would be mobbed, stunrod or no stunrod, but the siren sounded, clearing out everyone but the new girl and Stiletto. Running at the sound was a survival mechanism that everyone had learned to cultivate.She ran like everyone else and placed her incense sticks outside the door, but when no cats came bounding past, fearsome and snarling, she realised that there had been either an equipment malfuncation, or a hand on the siren on purpose.<br><br>It had to be Judis, oh he was good, she told herself, then blew out the sticks and placed them back on a shelf. She and Liberty relaxed until she heard footsteps outside on the catwalk, then got up as she saw who it was. It was the new girl, with Stiletto.<br><br>"Stil, this is an honor. You're missing alright, but strangely, no ones volunteered from up there to go fetch you down here",she said, then welcomed them in.<br><br>"And who might this be, with the scared look on her angelic face.Sure, I can take her off your hands for a while, toughen her up, or try to", she said,and gave Stiletto a peice of lobster for the road.<br><br>"Savor it and stay safe", she said to Stiletto, then drew the new girl close to both her and Liberty."So, what did you do, and why", she asked her and offered her part of her lobster as well, as she had to be hungry after her long journey to Crematoria.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] The Chronicles of Crematoria- Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Odin</strong> on <strong>24-01-2010, 03:32:26</strong>
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				Jemma shook and trembled, still in shock, not really paying attention until she was spoken to by Blair. She looked up, and shook her head. "No, I... I Didn't do anything..." she said, the innocence clear in her eyes and voice. "I-I... I Found some people dead in my fiance's conference room... Then the police came and before I knew it, I was... Here" she said, closing her eyes and pulling her knees up against her chest, ignoring the offer of food.<br><br>"I Don't belong here" she muttered, placing her forehead against her knees. "I'm going to die in here, just l..." she ceased, and began rocking a little. "Those men out there..." she looked up at the cage entrance, then to Blair. "How long before they come in here? Four girls in one place..." she said, then fought tears. She eyed the bars, then glimpsed at the woman that had saved her. She thought about telling them who she was, but anyone who'd been there a while would remember her name from a previous prisoner. She started thinking of a lie for a name... Anything. How could she survive in here, though? Become the bitch of the biggest, toughest, most scary guy in here was the only thing she could think of... The beast?
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] The Chronicles of Crematoria- Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>playfullchick76</strong> on <strong>24-01-2010, 04:09:04</strong>
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				My god, she looked like she would collapse at any moment,Blair realised. Whatever she had done, or someone thought she had done, it had to be bad.<br><br>"So, you were set up, by your fiance, or someone else high up.Well, for whatever reason that your here, you need to cultivate a strong mental attitude. You have to be strong, stronger than you ever thought you could be, or you will not survive here".<br><br>'They wont come in here, they know better,I've maimed more than one stupid prisoner for entering my cell unbidden. Moving to sit next to her, she wrapped her arm around Jemma and rubbed her shoulder.<br><br>"Firstly, your safe in my cell.Secondly, you&nbsp; need to be strong, wipe away those tears, they serve no purpose here. Also, you need to have a skill, something, anything that makes you usefull. My help and protection isnt free", she adds and continues to try to comfort her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] The Chronicles of Crematoria- Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Odin</strong> on <strong>24-01-2010, 04:25:21</strong>
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				Jemma listened to the girl, sobbing lightly here and there, wiping tears as they passed her cheek bone, and ultimately feeling sorry for herself. She began thinking of a skill, or something, that she could offer someone for protection. She looked past the bars, at the inmates walking past, peering in, then turning after a few steps and passing again.<br><br>Jemma sobbed loudly again, crossing her arms on her knees and burying her face into them. "I'm gunna die here, aren't I?" she said. She highly doubted there was a way out. Her fiance was rich, and her family was dead. Noone could argue her case for her... She whimpered a little, as she remembered what had happened when she first arrived.<br><br>How long would they do that to her? Until she was dead? Until a guard broke it up temporarily? Then what? She was a prisoner, and a guard wasn't going to be posted to just protect her... Could she never leave this cage again? What was there out there anyway? Death and pain... "Judis..." she said, after a long time of silence.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] The Chronicles of Crematoria- Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>playfullchick76</strong> on <strong>24-01-2010, 04:50:23</strong>
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				"Whether you die or not depends on you. If you give up inside, then your just a walking skeleton. But if you keep hope and life alive in there", she says as she rests her finger against her chest, "Then you will live and stay sane".<br><br>She would need to work overtime to keep this girl quiet and clear, she realised, then held her against her and let her tears flow, coating the sleeve of her top.She needed to get this out, she sensed.She needed to cry, to adjust.<br><br>"Judis, what about him. He's a guard here,and one of the nicer ones", she replied and looked into her eyes. "Oh, him, he was the one that hit the cat buzzer, he'll do his best to look out for you", she said and held her tight.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] The Chronicles of Crematoria- Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shihong</strong> on <strong>24-01-2010, 09:03:12</strong>
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				Stiletto lingered for a moment longer, some long lost remnant of her own humanity welling up at the sight of the sobbing girl.&nbsp; She shot hard glances at the few inmates that had figured out that the cats were not coming, her hand wrapped around the hilt of the stun rod and threatening a repeat performance of Mal's humiliation.&nbsp; "It seems like you have things well in hand, Blaire.&nbsp; I'll be back as soon as I'm able.&nbsp; I've come into the possession of some contraband that you might find useful.&nbsp; For now, make sure this one stays safe.&nbsp; She may very well be the only pure thing on the entire planet, and I would be loathe to see her tainted beyond repair."<br><br><em>"Like a flower growing mournfully in the wake of a lava flow, powerless to stop the hellish flames from wresting the beauty from its petals and turning its stem to ash."</em><br><br>The woman flinched.&nbsp; She'd stayed too long.&nbsp; In the years since her incarceration her ears had become so acute that they could hear the worms digging&nbsp; deep within the walls, but even they were not enough to sense <em>him.</em>&nbsp; She tilted her head only slightly towards the abominable voice, yellowed eye pinpointing him on the walkway just above and to the left of the cell.&nbsp; His hands were behind his back, and he loomed over the side of his perch like some twisted vulture overseeing a hunk of carrion.&nbsp; At the sight of him Stiletto forced herself to smile.<br><br>"How kind of you to join us, Flayer.&nbsp; I was just telling your new guest about you.&nbsp; My dear," she said tightly, eye flickering towards Jemma, "The Beast."<br><br>Flayer bowed at his cue, eyes turning to scrutinize the distraught young woman hiding behind the bars.&nbsp; <em>"My most sincere welcome to you.&nbsp; I apologize that I was not able to see you down to a cell in person, but it seems as though Miss Stiletto has taken it upon herself to help you in my stead.&nbsp; How generous of her.&nbsp; You are in very capable hands."</em><br><br>What happened next was a blur, but all at once Stiletto's left arm was pulled forcefully from her side and suspended in the air by the lengths of barbed wire digging straight through the leather armor and into her flesh.&nbsp; The woman cried out and pulled back instinctively, only tightening the blades and spilling blood upon the floor.&nbsp; The rest of her body was coiled and ready to spring away, only held in place by the steel grip of his glove upon the taught wire.<br><br><em>"My thanks, Miss Stiletto.&nbsp; You have proven a most gracious host in my absence, but I do believe I may take it from here."</em> he said in an almost apologetic way, as if he did not enjoy inflicting such punishment.&nbsp; <br><br>She stared daggers at him, then at the stun rod still nestled in her grip.&nbsp; Her eye twitched as she maneuvered it carefully towards the wire, the tip pulsing with energy...<br><br><em>"But what's this?&nbsp; Why Miss <strong>Stiletto,</strong></em> he nearly hissed, jerking his arm and breaking Stiletto's with a painful crack that forced the air from her lungs.&nbsp; The rod fell from her weakened fingers, sparking as it clanged against the steel floor.&nbsp; <em>"A gift?&nbsp; For me?&nbsp; Why, I am simply touched.&nbsp; So touched, in fact, that I am going to let you go along your merry way.&nbsp; I'm sure we have plenty of catching up to do later."</em><br><br>Another hard tug and the barbed wire dug its way through Stiletto's flesh and off of her arm, leaving gaping cuts in its wake.&nbsp; It must have been excruciating, and the amount of blood draining from her body must have weakened her immensely, but the moment she was no longer tied to the Beast the woman was running out of sight and past the few brave prisoners that had decided to watch.&nbsp; A few of them went after her with sordid grins, but soon her steps could no longer be heard echoing in the distance.&nbsp; She was gone.<br><br>Flayer walked purposefully around to the steps, rather than simply leaping down to Blaire's cell, wrapping the wire back around his arm as he did so.&nbsp; Pieces of flesh still clung to the cruel blades, and he flicked them off as he went.&nbsp; By the time he stood before the bars it was wound up tightly again, and he peered carefully at the three woman within.<br><br><em>"I must apologize for that unsightly display, but I fear she brought it upon herself.&nbsp; Just because one is in prison does not mean one should be able to break the law, wouldn't you agree?&nbsp; Then again, any manmade law can be broken in the interest of maintaining the one <strong>natural</strong> law.&nbsp; The Law of Survival."</em><br><br>The Beast nestled his hands against the crook of his spine and focused his attentions on Jemma.&nbsp; <em>"I wonder.&nbsp; My dear, as one who has not broken any laws before, yet has somehow had the misfortune to end up in this facility, what would you be willing to do in order to Survive?&nbsp; I dare say you are a rare prize, for nearly everyone that finds themselves imprisoned in the Slam deserves to be here.&nbsp; Justice served.&nbsp; Why, the very woman that now comforts you is a cold-blooded murderer herself.&nbsp; Before she came here it was for pleasure, but now she is one out of necessity."</em><br><br><em>"So I must ask you: how long until you are forced to commit the very crime you were wrongfully imprisoned for?"</em> he asked, cocking his head to one side like a wolf inspecting a curious piece of meat.&nbsp; 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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] The Chronicles of Crematoria- Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>playfullchick76</strong> on <strong>24-01-2010, 09:42:21</strong>
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				She had always admired Stiletto's wily mind and knack for survival down here.She seemed to flourish on Crematoria, unlike so many others who fell and never woke up again.<br><br>"I'll keep her safe and pure, I promise", she said, then jumped as she heard the Beasts voice. Why was he back so soon, why, she asked herself,and silently wills Stiletto to run now, before his barbed wire whip found a part of her anatomy to bite into.<br><br>Damn, she thought,and winces as she toyed with him, and was too slow to dodge the barbed whip that spun down and wrapped around her arm painfully.<br>Wincing, she doesnt dare say anything, as the Beast is the one thing that terrifies her, and if she says nothing, maybe he wont turn his attention to her.<br><br>She can only imagine how it must feel, and watches the blood flow from the barbs and onto the catwalk. The sound of the stunrod dropping seems to echo through the prison, and that action seems to sate the Beast, as he releases her instantly.<br><br>The pain from her broken arm must be agonising, but she doenst hang around or collapse, no, she's out of there, sprinting away and evading the other prisoners who think that they can catch her.<br>She knew the bowels and levels of the prison well, and was out of their sight in seconds,.<br><br>That only left the Beast. The stunrod was a tempting targetr, but she didnt dare go for it, and neither did any of the other prisoners, who left it alone as if it was a coiled poisonous snake.<br><br>She heard his footsteps, ominous as they were coming closer to her, to her cell. He would only have that whip around her waist if she ran, so she stood her ground, unwilling to leave Jemma to whatever fate he had in mind.<br><br>As soon as he faced her cell and looked in, she felt her heartrate go up. Her breathing got quicker and she found she just couldnt look him in the eyes, if they even were his eyes.<br>He had never done this before, delibrately walk down and peek in,as if this was his own personal zoo for him to enter and take from.<br><br>As soon as he spoke, she held her closer and didnt let her get a good look at him.She didtn need that image tormenting her nightmares. But even she coudlnt look up at his face. His words were directed at Jemma, then when she refused to let her look, he mentioned her, oh so casually as only he was capable of.<br><br>"I never killed anyone that didnt have it coming. I regret none of it, and I'm only sorry I couldnt kill more", she soflty says and hopes that if he forces his way in, she can have her knives out and hurt him before he can get that whip around her and take her to his torture chamber.<br><br>"She wont become like me, I wont let her. Say what you want to me, but, leave her out of it", she says softly and notes that Liberty says nothing.The Beasts moods were impossible to predict. He may find that amusing, or it may anger him. If this was her time to die, or become his next victim, she would face her fate.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] The Chronicles of Crematoria- Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Odin</strong> on <strong>24-01-2010, 09:57:57</strong>
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				Jemma was in shock, at what had happened as she arrived and what had happened now. She curled in a ball, as he spoke, then looked up at him, after some time. She looked surprised by him, but didn't quiver with fear. "I Know who you are" she said, then stood up. "You're one of them!" She said, growing rather angry, and increasingly brave.<br><br>"One of those dirty scum bags that was there!" she cried, pointing at him. "You just sat and watched, you filthy fucking pervert!" she cried out, tears welling in her eyes. "You could have done something! She was only a little girl!" she said, then stomped her foot. "She didn't deserve to be in here, and she didn't deserve what happened!" she told him, shaking with anger, fear, and sadness. "How could you just sit, and watch it happen!? HOW!?" she cried out, obviously very emotional on this subject.<br><br>"Judis should have... Should've... Killed you!" she said, breaking down now as the events of the day were taking their toll. "She was innocent... And you let them take her life... Judis should've... Should've killed you... For... Letting them do what they did" she said, her words broken with sobs. "For letting them do what they did to... His... Little girl..." she muttered, loudly enough for everyone in the cell, and the man, to hear.She then collapsed to her knees, her body shutting down after taking so much punishment, mentally and physically.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] The Chronicles of Crematoria- Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>playfullchick76</strong> on <strong>24-01-2010, 10:05:54</strong>
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				Even she didnt dare to talk to the Beast like that.She was either incredibly brave, or incredibly stupid, or both.<br><br>From her tone, she's furious and recognises the Beast, but from where.But he doesnt seem angry, merely amused at her outbursts.<br>As soon as she stops yelling and crying, and collapses, Blair is on her, picking her up and placing her on her bed.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] The Chronicles of Crematoria- Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shihong</strong> on <strong>24-01-2010, 10:22:58</strong>
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				Before Flayer could even dignify Blaire with a response to her willful declarations, Jemma had begun ranting.&nbsp; Ranting as only one recalling some traumatic memory could.&nbsp; Visions of some old wound that clawed at her mind and warped reality into something altogether more hideous than it already was, confusing the present with the past.&nbsp; For the first time the Beast seemed genuinely confused, a confusion that was matched only by his steadily growing fascination.&nbsp; <br><br>He said nothing.&nbsp; Only stared with those placid, unyielding lenses.&nbsp; After a moment of watching the broken young woman as she quaked beneath some remembered tragedy, the Beast bent over to pick up the stun rod and attach it to his belt.&nbsp; Then, alarmingly, he slid his arm between the bars, gripped the heavy padlock between his fingers, and applied pressure.&nbsp; The very thing that Blaire had scavenged to ensure her privacy was never invaded yielded beneath his strength as though it were made of clay, the metal exterior collapsing in upon itself as its spring-loaded guts poured out through the warping keyhole.&nbsp; The creature wrenched it away easily, then slid the door aside with a resounding clang.<br><br>The candles in the cell went out at his approach so that the only light streamed in from his back, shrouding his form in blackness and turning it into something altogether primal; a living shadow, a demon made real.&nbsp; His red eyes steadily brightened in the dark, enhancing the hideous guise.&nbsp; Truly this was no human that stood before them.&nbsp; Not anymore.<br><br><em>"Give her to me,"</em> he ordered, extending his hand with an upraised palm.&nbsp; <em>"I wish to speak with her.&nbsp; Privately."</em><br><br>His other hand reached into a compartment at his waist, and from it he held something out to Blaire.&nbsp; A new lock; a heavy electronic one made of some strange black metal.&nbsp; A keycard was already slotted into it.&nbsp; Payment for the girl.&nbsp; She could of course refuse it and keep the girl.&nbsp; But this was another of the Beast's cruel little games.&nbsp; Refusal meant that the cell would no longer have a lock, and the moment he left the prisoners would be swarming at the chance to get at three beautiful young women.&nbsp; A sadistic ultimatum: would she be willing to trade the girl, knowing that she may die horribly, to ensure her own survival, after declaring so forcefully that she would protect her?<br><br><em>"Make your choice."</em><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] The Chronicles of Crematoria- Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>playfullchick76</strong> on <strong>24-01-2010, 12:05:52</strong>
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				This was her worst fear come true, the Beast was in her home, her cell.She had nowhere to run,nowhere to hide, not in here. He could do anything, take her, or Liberty.<br><br>Her heart pounds so fast she's surprised that it doesnt beat right out of her chest.But she wont back down.If this is to be her moment, she beg for her life.No, she will face her fate.<br><br>She's sure that he's come for her, as his eye is on her, then she stops as he instead offers her a lock, one that she could never steal or trade for.All she has to do is give up the new girl to him.<br><br>"And,,what would you do to her, you would kill her, or worse, torment her until she wishes for death. Give her to you, or risk my own death".<br><br>"No, I do want a lock like that, but not at the expense of her life", Blair states, and continues to shelter Jemma.<br><br>The only question now was what would the Beast do.Would he take her by force,or find some other devious way to get his hands on her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] The Chronicles of Crematoria- Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Odin</strong> on <strong>24-01-2010, 12:13:02</strong>
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				Jemma sat up, and looked up at the beast wearily. She shook her head, and used Blaire to climb to her feet. "I'm okay" she told the girl, then looked up at the beast. She carefully took the padlock from the gloved have of the beast, and handed it to Blaire. "I'll be back" she told her, more to comfort herself. She moved past the beast, out to the railings, knowing that there was no prisoners around, but not really caring now if one had gotten her anyway. She deserved it.<br><br>Jemma turned, leaning against the railings, her knees feeling weak as she watched the flayer. Her eyes felt so heavy, but she looked around, alert, not being taken by surprise. She wasn't risking her neck, and so the urge to survive kept her awake. She struggled to breath a little, due to the thick atmosphere of this place, and her condition. She felt as though she was going to pass out, but needed to maintain consciousness. Sure, the flayer was big, scary, and mean, but she wasn't about to anger him. He could have taken Jemma, and knocked Blaire and the other girl unconscious, and left the door unlocked. So, if he did have bad intentions, they were only for Jemma.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] The Chronicles of Crematoria- Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shihong</strong> on <strong>24-01-2010, 12:43:31</strong>
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				The Flayer made a small staticky sound of disapproval at Jemma's sudden recovery, but didn't make a point of attempting to torture Blaire further.&nbsp; The woman had made up her mind anyway, so the test had not been a total waste of time.&nbsp; Before leaving the cell he turned to stare back at Blaire, a movement that was almost serpentine in the way it twisted his crooked spine and shoulders.&nbsp; <br><br><em>"I fear your sense of camaraderie is woefully naive in this place, Miss Blaire.&nbsp; Had you failed to give me the girl and she had not proven so willing to go with me, I would have simply left your door open.&nbsp; I fear the other prisoners are not nearly so compassionate as you.&nbsp; Your moral victory would have ended with all three of you used until you were nothing more than sobbing pieces of meat.&nbsp; You would do well to think more practically in the future."</em><br><br>With that he strode off, cloak flaring behind him.&nbsp; He placed his hand on Jemma's shoulder and guided her off at his side.&nbsp; The eyes of the other prisoners wandered after her, no doubt trying to imagine what awful fate awaited the girl at the hands of the dreaded Beast of Crematoria.&nbsp; His hold on her was surprisingly gentle though, which was no doubt a small comfort after being manhandled so many times in the past hour.&nbsp; <br><br>After navigating a labyrinth of hallways, passing through several security gates guarded by well-armed Enforcers, and traveling up an elevator for what seemed like at least a mile, Flayer had led Jemma to a sterile white room with a table and two chairs at its center, one on either side.&nbsp; The walls buzzed annoyingly, lit by unseen florescent bulbs just behind the surfaces.&nbsp; He graciously pulled one out for her before stalking to the opposite side and sitting down himself.&nbsp; His spine arched, as it was wont to do, as he rested his arms on the tabletop and steepled his fingers just in front of his mouthpiece.<br><br><em>"Comfortable?&nbsp; Good.&nbsp; Now...&nbsp; Miss Jemma, is it?&nbsp; I must declare, it is a terribly rare thing for people imprisoned here to speak to me directly with such harsh tones.&nbsp; I fear that you have me at a loss.&nbsp; That must be corrected."</em><br><br>After a brief pause he continued, eyes roving over her face carefully.&nbsp; <em>"It is often said that first impressions mean everything when it comes to our perceptions of the world around us and the people in it.&nbsp; So I wish to ask you a question.&nbsp; Though you have already declared me to be many unkind things; what do you think of me, Miss Jemma?"</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] The Chronicles of Crematoria- Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Odin</strong> on <strong>24-01-2010, 12:52:54</strong>
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				Jemma was surprised her legs had carried her this far, honestly. She hardly remember the trip down, and didn't know her way back up. But, she could remember guns, so assumed there was no way back out. Her eyes drifted up, and she stared at him, listening to him speak before clearing her throat. She was in yet <em>another</em> interrogation room. She looked physically weak, but managed to speak.<br><br>"Nothing good" she said, her throat dry and hoarse. She cleared it, then sat up a little. "You speak so highly of yourself... And you strike fear into the hearts of all the prisoners..." she said, then rubbed her eyes with one hand, before looking back to him. "Why is it... That even though you could have stopped those things from happening... You didn't? You wouldn't have to fear retribution... You wouldn't have to fear the prisoners striking out against you... You could have stopped it" she finalized, then sighed and licked her lips slowly.<br><br>"I Don't know you on a personal level, but from what I've heard from you... And from what I've seen of you... You're just some guy who appears to go off the straight and narrow to hide his own form of heroics" she said. "Yes, you take people from down here and do god knows what... But this is a high security prison... You're killing people that deserve it" she told him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] The Chronicles of Crematoria- Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shihong</strong> on <strong>24-01-2010, 13:40:51</strong>
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				Flayer looked at Jemma for a long while in total silence, allowing the buzzing of the lights to fill the void.&nbsp; Then a great shudder ran through his body, slow at first, then growing until it seemed to consume him utterly and a great shrill series of gluttonous, static-filled cries echoed out from his helmet.&nbsp; As she was new to the prison it would likely take the girl a few moments to realize the cacophony for what is was; laughter.&nbsp; The Beast had never laughed so forcefully in the presence of a prisoner, never filled the air with such hideous, unbridled mirth.&nbsp; He banged his fist on the table and clenched it, head shaking back and forth from the sheer hilarity of it.&nbsp; And then, all at once, he stopped, straightened, and looked her right in the eyes as though nothing had happened.<br><br><em>"An interesting hypothesis, in its own way.&nbsp; You take me for some high-minded pseudo vigilante that unleashes their own brutal form of personal justice upon the guilty, perhaps spurred on by some traumatic event as a youth where my parents were gunned down in an alleyway.&nbsp; Cute."</em><br><br>Flayer slowly got to his feet, pushing the chair in and stalking around to Jemma's back.&nbsp; As if on cue the lights began to dim, until twilight reigned and the man's form became blurry and insubstantial.&nbsp; He brought his face right beside her ear, so that all the intricacies of his synthesized voice would be heard.&nbsp; <br><br><em>"You knew someone that came here, once.&nbsp; Someone innocent, like you claim to be.&nbsp; A loved one, perhaps.&nbsp; Someone untainted by the sin of Murder.&nbsp; And, like you almost were, she was ravished and torn to pieces.&nbsp; The men that used her never asked her name.&nbsp; They never talked to her.&nbsp; They simply held her down and violated her, again, and again, and again.&nbsp; To them she was never a person.&nbsp; She was a thing.&nbsp; A lump of warm meat that provided pleasure.&nbsp; They never <strong>knew</strong> her, like you did.&nbsp; And by the end, there was nothing left to know.&nbsp; To escape the pain her mind shattered, until she truly was nothing more than an object.&nbsp; A tight hole for them to fuck and nothing more."</em><br><br>He backed away after a moment, letting the horrible words sink in.&nbsp; <em>"How could I forget?&nbsp; It is a rare thing for us to receive anyone so young as that.&nbsp; Justice is blind, and often makes mistakes.&nbsp; And though <strong>we</strong> know them to be mistakes, we are but slaves to the very laws that send the innocent to Hell.&nbsp; Luna,"</em> he whispered, his harsh voice softening with something akin to reverence.&nbsp; <br><br>The Beast put his hand on the woman's shoulder, and this time the grip was anything but comforting.&nbsp; <em>"I could have stopped them from raping her.&nbsp; I could have simply said a single word and all of them would have fled like impotent mice.&nbsp; A declaration from me could have ensured that she remain untouched, forever free of their taint.&nbsp; But I didn't.&nbsp; I watched, from afar, as she was defiled and broken into something only barely recognizable as human.&nbsp; Why?&nbsp; Why would anyone do such a thing, you ask me."</em><br><br>Again he lowered his gaze to her face, fingers digging into her collarbone.&nbsp; <em>"I am an expert on the Human Condition, Miss Jemma.&nbsp; Every day there are millions across the stars dying right before the eyes of those who have the power to save them, and they do <strong>nothing</strong>.&nbsp; Out of fear or cruelty, it matters not.&nbsp; I am called a Beast, because I am looked upon with such fear that others cease to consider me a human being.&nbsp; But that is a delusion.&nbsp; I have merely taken the worst qualities of Humanity into myself and perfected them.&nbsp; I am feared because when they see me, they stare into the Black and find their own eyes staring back at them."</em><br><br><em>"Why did I stand aside and watch as the woman you loved was reduced to nothing?&nbsp; I allowed it to happen, Miss Jemma, because I wanted to see something truly Beautiful die."</em><br><br>Flayer straightened up, his spine cracking unpleasantly as the full weight of the confession crashed down upon her.&nbsp; Then, with a sort of nonchalance that was as tactless as a punch in the jaw, he asked; <em>"Could I offer you a drink?&nbsp; Water, perhaps?"</em> 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] The Chronicles of Crematoria- Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Odin</strong> on <strong>24-01-2010, 14:01:35</strong>
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				She listened to him, as much as she could, and didn't even feel the hand on her shoulder. She'd known what waited for her here, and she hadn't taken her pills, so her body was beginning to shut down. Soon, she'd go into shock, and her body would double back on its self. It'd be sharp, and painful, but it would kill her within a few hours. Better than the fate of her lover, Luna. She shook her head, once he'd asked her if she wanted something to drink.<br><br>"I'm fine" she said, then cleared her throat. "I'm fine" she said, louder this time. Sure, he could torture her, but the more damage and pain her body took, the easier it'd be to shut down. "I Never said... You were a vigilante" she said, closing her eyes. "There again, everyone here is a criminal" she said, then coughed, stinging her throat. "How can you not be a vigilante? And while you may have fear and control here, you've got to remember... You live in a crappy little prison, on a crappy little planet in the middle of nowhere" she said.<br><br>Purposely, she tried to stay of the topic of Luna as much as she could. "I've known love, and I've known the pain of losing it" she said. "I'm not trying to be romantic, or... Whatever" she hoarsely made out, then cleared her throat. "But I don't care how much pain you can inflict on me, I deserve it" she said. "You don't need to make me beg for death, because I've been on my knees for it for a while now" she said, then would've collapsed forward, if he hadn't been gripping her so firmly.<br><br>"If you don't kill me, Judis will..." she said, then seemed to struggle with breaths for a second, before sitting up straight. "Or go ahead... Break my hands... Break my back... Break my jaw, just like they did to her... And put me out there..." she said, shaking her head. "I'll be dead soon anyway" she finalized.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] The Chronicles of Crematoria- Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shihong</strong> on <strong>24-01-2010, 14:27:38</strong>
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				Flayer shushed her, stoking his free hand against her cheek in a mockery of compassion.&nbsp; <em>"Such astute observations, my child.&nbsp; Anywhere else and <strong>I</strong> would be the target, and all the nations of the universe would see that I was killed or institutionalized.&nbsp; Thus I am as much a prisoner here as you are.&nbsp; But unlike you, such a life suits me all too well." </em><br><br>He laid her gently against the table, brushing her hair aside before walking to the nearest wall and pressing his hand upon it.&nbsp; After muttering into a speaker a previously unseen compartment slid open a few minutes later, containing a glass of water and a small bottle with a twist cap.&nbsp; He brought both over to the girl and put them down in front of her, then pulled her back up straight.<br><br><em>"I am afraid that you mistake me for something altogether crude, Miss Jemma.&nbsp; I have no plans to brutalize you.&nbsp; In fact, under my watchful eyes I will ensure that no lasting harm comes to you.&nbsp; <strong>Furion.</strong> Of course,"</em> he said suddenly, the name clicking.&nbsp; <em>"Strange that he would save you, if my assumptions are correct, but I suppose he did not want Miss Stiletto to be caught in the crossfire of his revenge.&nbsp; But you needn't fret.&nbsp; Should Mister Furion attempt anything, I will be sure to...berate him."</em><br><br>He laughed briefly, then took a gentle hold of her chin.&nbsp; <em>"Now, as I was saying.&nbsp; I have encountered your type before.&nbsp; You welcome death, and in welcoming it you believe that any torture I may concoct is laughable.&nbsp; You <strong>crave</strong> torture because you wish to feel die in agony for your sins.&nbsp; You want everything to <strong>end.</strong>&nbsp; There is only one punishment fitting for someone that wishes to die.&nbsp; It is my solemn vow, Miss Jemma, that you will survive in the Slam for the rest of your sentence.&nbsp; As your torture I bestow upon you the gift of Life.&nbsp; May you have a long one."</em><br><br>Letting her go for a moment he would open the bottle, revealing the pills within.&nbsp; <em>"Unfortunately for you, The Slam is quite thorough in its medical examinations.&nbsp; We wouldn't want you to go without your medication, after all!"&nbsp; </em>&nbsp; He plucked out just enough of the small red and white capsules and handed them to her.&nbsp; <em>"I suggest you take them willingly.&nbsp; I will make sure to help administer your treatment on a daily basis, Miss Jemma.&nbsp; I dare say I cannot fully trust you to take the recommended dosage by yourself."</em><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] The Chronicles of Crematoria- Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Odin</strong> on <strong>24-01-2010, 14:41:51</strong>
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				She listened to him, then took the pills, frowning. "You can't stop him" she said, shaking his head. "Once he reads my file, he'll know who I am, and he'll kill me..." she said, then looked down at the pills. "Luna was all he had" she said, before tossing the pills into her mouth and downing them roughly. "Kill him, maim him, lock him down here for as long as you want, that man isn't human" she said, shaking her head.<br><br>"Back when Luna was just a girl... Her mother was raped and killed in the war... Judis joined the war, and fought til the last day..." she said, then looked down. "I Condemned Luna to the same fate... Don't I deserve death?" she asked, frowning lightly. "You'll need to kill Judis to stop him" she said, then looked around the room as the pills began to kick in already. "Its me that deserves to die, anyway... Atleast he has a purpose" she said.<br><br>"So what now?" she asked, looking up at him. "You throw me on the table and have your way with me?" she asked, looking to the table. "Its only going to happen anyway, you and I both know it... Every man up there knows I'm a virgin, and every man knows I can't fit... Regardless of how badly you threaten them, its going to happen" she said, then shook her head. "So do it" looking up at him, and climbing to her feet. "You're the biggest and baddest, don't you deserve the prize?" she said. "Isn't that what you're all about?" she said, looking him up and down. "Being top dog? Having a feared name? Being in everyone's nightmares?" she asked.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] The Chronicles of Crematoria- Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>playfullchick76</strong> on <strong>24-01-2010, 15:11:21</strong>
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				The girl is either suicidal, or has some angle that she knows will save her,Blair tells herself and fingers the lock that Jemma handed her. It was indeed strong and unbreakable, and the keycard in it was like any lock used in the guards area.<br><br>"I'm as surprised as you are Liberty.She has to have some angle, something on the Beast that she knows will convince him to spare her", she said and settled back onto her bunk. If she saw Jemma again, she may not be recognisable, physically or mentally.<br><br>"You think I should have done it, handed her over",she asked Liberty, and knew that some may be listening on the speakers.She didnt want to end up like the others, like rabid animals willing to do anything for another hour or day of life. <br><br>She still kept a bit of her humanity secure inside her, in a place that no one could&nbsp; touch or rip out.it was that humanity that had told her to protect Jemma and she was unwilling to jettison it just to satisfy the Beasts ego.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] The Chronicles of Crematoria- Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shihong</strong> on <strong>24-01-2010, 19:50:08</strong>
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				Flayer shook his head slowly.&nbsp; <em>"Now I'm not one to play counselor, but if my theory is correct, and this Luna was sent here due to a crime you committed, that is no fault but her own.&nbsp; Now, you could make the argument that it was your inaction that allowed her to take the fall.&nbsp; But if you had come forth and admitted your involvement in the crime, they would not have believed you.&nbsp; For you would have spoken desperately and unconvincingly, and they would have taken <strong>you</strong> to be the one that was attempting to go in <strong>her</strong> stead.&nbsp; I can only imagine that, when Luna told the courts that she was guilty of the crime, she spoke with the ultimate conviction of one that is willing to do anything in order to preserve the life of something she loves."</em><br><br>But at the next series of questions the Beast physically recoiled, his voice taking on a measured revulsion.&nbsp; <em>"Don't speak of such lunacy!&nbsp; I am many things, Miss Jemma, but a raper of women is not among them.&nbsp; I have no interest in touching you in any manner that could be construed as sexual.&nbsp; Furthermore, you are mistaken when you assume that my word carries so little weight.&nbsp; If I tell them to keep their accursed dicks in their pants, they will do so.&nbsp; I am <strong>always</strong> watching.&nbsp; If I need to castrate every uncouth male in this entire complex, I will do so in the interest of keeping you from being hurt.&nbsp; Is that clear?"</em>&nbsp; <br><br>He took her chin between his fingers again, caressing it with his thumb.&nbsp; <em>"Yes.&nbsp; Like a flower, preserved under glass for eternity.&nbsp; A bit too poetic?&nbsp; But you have my word that anyone that dares to mar you will very much wish they hadn't."</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] The Chronicles of Crematoria- Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Odin</strong> on <strong>25-01-2010, 03:43:28</strong>
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				"Don't get all high and mighty with me" she snapped, feeling rather unafraid of him. She was, infact, trying to have him hurt her. To prove that even he would strike out against his own word, and that other prisoners would as well. "Not raping women is a moral high ground, you're still a pathetic lowlife" she growled, then pulled her shirt open. "So come on" she said, looking up at him. "Its not rape if I'm telling you to do it" she said, snickering. "Or aren't you man enough?" she said.<br><br>"Big bad feared cyborg scared of the feel of a woman?" she asked, now purposely trying to insult him. "Wait until everyone up there hears about that" she said. "You can drag people down, tear them limb from limb with your bare hands, but is afraid of a little girl like me?" she said, then turned her face away from him. "Or is it that you're not human?" she asked, then laughed a little. "That must be it" she said, then pulled away from him, walking to the wall and leaning her back against it, watching him.<br><br>"I Don't care what you think you can do to protect me, its not going to happen" she said. "Are you really going to step in and kill guards?" she asked, watching him carefully. "Because, you know, you'd have to kill quite a few... They only come down in packs, and with intentions... So when the guards come down for me, where will you be?" she asked. "Once everyone sees that Judis is against me, they'll come for me, regardless of whether you're watching or not" she said, then closed her eyes and bowed her head. "Besides, you'll probably just watch them do to me what they did to her" she said, folding her arms across her open shirt and bare stomach.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] The Chronicles of Crematoria- Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shihong</strong> on <strong>25-01-2010, 05:07:13</strong>
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				<em>"What is this unwholesome obsession with killing?"</em> Flayer muttered, a hint of tired exasperation bubbling forth.&nbsp; <em>"There is no moral high ground, for each individual is ultimately a nation unto themselves with an entirely subjective morality.&nbsp; We all have our creeds, the tenants that we abide unwaveringly by even when the world itself is turning to dust beneath our heels.&nbsp; I do not rape because I gain nothing from it.&nbsp; One rapes both for physical pleasure and the knowledge that they are forcing another human being to submit to their will.&nbsp; It is all about control, something that I already possess." </em><br><br>The Beast slowly walked to her side, bending over so that they might speak face-to-face.&nbsp; <em>"I understand you, Miss Jemma, and in understanding you I already own you in ways that a rapist could only dream of.&nbsp; But to answer your question; I have never killed a guard.&nbsp; Nor do I plan to.&nbsp; Your Angel of Death, Judis, on the other hand has slain quite a few.&nbsp; From my perspective that makes him a criminal, while from his it makes him a paragon of justice and a protector of women.&nbsp; I know him.&nbsp; He will not allow the guards to do to you what the inmates did to Luna.&nbsp; Hatred is a powerful stimulant.&nbsp; Only by killing you with his own two hands will he finally be sated."</em><br><br>His hand cupped Jemma's cheek, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear.&nbsp; The glove nearly enveloped the size of her head; the touch was almost compassionate, in a twisted sort of way, but one couldn't help but remember that those same fingers had previously crumpled an iron lock like a ball of paper.<br><br><em>"There is something you should know about me, Miss Jemma.&nbsp; I do not do repeat performances.&nbsp; I allowed Luna to die precisely because I knew that she was innocent.&nbsp; Hers was a purity that you can never match, now that your hands are besmirched with blood.&nbsp; It was an undignified end, but she met it as gracefully as she could.&nbsp; In her short stay on Crematoria, she did not say a word.&nbsp; And as she was lowered into the Pit, the hordes of prisoners convulsing below, that woman turned to look at me.&nbsp; And she smiled.&nbsp; When I recovered her body at the end of the week, nearly unrecognizable beneath the filth and bruises, that smile was still on her face.&nbsp; Serene.&nbsp; All the artists in the universe could not have crafted anything so bitter and beautiful as her face on the seventh day."</em><br><br><em>"You, on the other hand,"</em> he said after a moment's pause, the emotionless mask mere inches from her face, <em>"Are something altogether ugly.&nbsp; You are weak.&nbsp; So weak, in fact, that you cannot even take your own life.&nbsp; You crave punishment, to feel as Luna felt so that you might pay the price for your crimes.&nbsp; Miss Jemma, I do not claim to be a noble being.&nbsp; I have no delusions about what I am.&nbsp; I am a <strong>monster.</strong>&nbsp; But you?&nbsp; You are something far lower than that.&nbsp; You are a coward and a fool.&nbsp; The woman you loved willingly gave her body and her life so that you may continue to live unscathed, yet here you are.&nbsp; If you die, her sacrifice will have meant nothing.&nbsp; Perhaps I should take you to her grave, so that you might spit on it.&nbsp; I assure you it would be no more insulting than what you're trying to accomplish now, goading me into striking you down."</em><br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Odin</strong> on <strong>25-01-2010, 05:24:22</strong>
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				"You know nothing of me" she said quietly, turning her face from him. "And you knew nothing of her" she said, shaking her head. "Perhaps you should take pride in the fact you watched two lives wasted" she said, then clenched her teeth as she waited a moment, fighting tears. "Luna and I wanted a child to raise of our own... She was two weeks in before she was sent here" she said, then moved away from him. "Not that it matters to you" she said, shaking her head. "You don't care" she said, now putting the table between them as she sat in the chair he'd previously sat in. She put her head in her hands, and stared at the table.<br><br>"You've done nothing but cause pain all your life... Why should that matter to you? It doesn't" she said. "Why should the loss of someone else mean anything to you?" she asked. "Why drag me down here?" she asked. "To play mind games with me? To waste my time?" she furthered, then shook her head, before wiping a single tear from her eye with her finger tip. "Its cruel of you to rub Luna's fate in my face... My punishment waits for me... I Know the moment I emerge from here Judis will strike me down" she said. "And how can you strike him down?" she asked. "He's better than you, in every way" she said. "You give a fitting punishment to rapists... Judis grants them swift death..." she shook her head, looking up at her. "There again, rape isn't bad in your books, is it?" she asked, then looked away from him. "Oh wait... Forget I said anything" she said.<br><br>"I Don't care anymore... Its like talking to someone with a personality... This and that doesn't matter to you, so why bother talking?" she asked, shaking her head. "Bringing me down here had no purpose... At all... Besides to fill your pathetic little curiosities that you could have asked up there" she said, now swinging in the dark, trying desperately to anger him. "You don't care if I die" she said, shaking her head. "At all. So why should me getting myself killed be of your interest?" she asked. "I'm yet to see any form of a... Compassionate or caring side" she said, then looked up at him. "If I want to end my life, I'll do it" she told him, flatly. "You and I both know its the easiest thing to do in this facility... High catwalks... Those beasts... Other criminals" she said. "Hell, I could just not eat or drink" she said. "Strike out at a guard, they'd kill me for that" she said. "Once they're done using me..." she said, then laughed coldly. "Not that you care for that" she said, looking away from him again.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] The Chronicles of Crematoria- Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shihong</strong> on <strong>25-01-2010, 05:51:15</strong>
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				<em>"You may make all the declarations you wish, but your words are hollow.&nbsp; If you were truly capable of killing yourself you would have done so a long time ago.&nbsp; But you wanted to be judged for your sins, so you managed to come to the very Hell that Luna condemned herself to in your stead.&nbsp; Even so, nothing has changed.&nbsp; Though you assure me that you want to die as Luna did, the fact remains that when you were lowered into the Slam you <strong>ran away.</strong>&nbsp; You struggled against them and tried to escape their groping hands.&nbsp; Because deep down you wish to continue living.&nbsp; You don't want to admit it, but the truth is written all over your face."</em><br><br>Flayer came up behind her, placing his hands on her shoulders and keeping her seated.&nbsp; <em>"I care about you, Miss Jemma.&nbsp; I truly wish to see you live to a ripe old age, unmarred by the lustful attentions of others.&nbsp; It is not out of compassion, but at the end of the day my reasons for wanting to help you mean absolutely nothing.&nbsp; Though you are not as pure as Luna was, being guilty of a most heinous crime, the similarities between you are there.&nbsp; I will not allow you to take the easy way out.&nbsp; You cannot escape from your actions so easily.&nbsp; If you truly wish to honor your lover's name then you will continue to live.&nbsp; Living shall be your punishment, for not a day goes by that you are not tormented by visions of the past."</em>
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				Post by: <strong>Odin</strong> on <strong>25-01-2010, 06:15:08</strong>
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				She jolted a little, at his words, then looked up slowly, directly forward. "Then what are they?" she asked, frowning a little. "If it doesn't matter why you care about me, then you should have no problems with telling me" she said, wanting to know what exactly he was saying. "Is it that you're attracted to me?" she questioned. "That I'm your trophy?" she asked. "That every time people see me, and want me, they'll think of you?" she furthered. "What is it?" she asked, then looked forward.<br><br>"I've been told by hundreds they cared about me... They'd take a bullet for me, or stick up for me when people put me down... Only one has ever proved it" she said, then closed her eyes. "If you care so much of my survival, why was it Stiletto that saved me?" she asked, swallowing rocks as she thought back to those moments. "You were just as prepared to watch me suffer the same fate, what changed your mind?" she asked, frowning, trying to understand what his motives were.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] The Chronicles of Crematoria- Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shihong</strong> on <strong>25-01-2010, 06:47:23</strong>
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				Flayer chuckled, squeezing her a bit.&nbsp; <em>"My, what a clever girl you are.&nbsp; Perhaps we are more alike than I thought.&nbsp; Under my protection you will be untouchable.&nbsp; The moment anyone thinks about taking you for their own they will think of me, and all the horrible things I will do to them if they attempt to sully you.&nbsp; You will be avoided and feared as if you were an extension of myself.&nbsp; Furthermore, thinking that <strong>I</strong> have deflowered you, you will no longer be such a rare prize."</em><br><br><em>"Of course, that isn't my reason.&nbsp; It just happens to be an added perk.&nbsp; But aside from ensuring that you do not cheat your sentence by falling into an early grave..."</em>&nbsp; He paused for a moment, reflecting on something.&nbsp; <em>"You remind me of something that fled from my gaze quite a long while ago, as did Luna.&nbsp; It was not until later that I began to realize what that was, and by then it was much too late.&nbsp; But not for you, my dear.&nbsp; You do not know this, but it is a rare thing for Stiletto to show her face within this facility.&nbsp; My respect for her is limitless, and through her willingness to risk her own skin for yours I realized that you should be kept intact.&nbsp; So I swear to you, Miss Jemma, that I will keep you from harm to the best of my abilities, and woe unto those that manage to slip through my grasp and touch you against your will."</em><br><br>The Beast straightened himself, releasing Jemma from his iron grip and walking off to the side.&nbsp; <em>"Now, do cover yourself.&nbsp; There is no dress code here in the Slam, but to be quite frank I find it terribly indecent to expose yourself in such a manner."</em><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] The Chronicles of Crematoria- Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Odin</strong> on <strong>25-01-2010, 08:45:06</strong>
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				Jemma buttoned her shirt when she was told, frowning and looking to the beast. He was in love with Stiletto? She looked away from him, shaking his head, then slowly stood. "I Think you will find that you share a lot with Judis" she said, finishing the last button. "Maybe you should bring him in here and talk to him" she told him, then looked to the floor. "I Think you'll be amazed at what that man has been through" she said, then laughed coldly. "That's how I know that not even you can protect me from him" she said, thinking back to some time.<br><br>"If you want to protect me from Judis, that's fine, but trying to fight him wont get you anywhere" she told him. "You work on people's assumption of what you do... He works on people underestimate him... Ask yourself... If he really feared the inmates here, would he come down here alone? I've heard stories from the other guards..." she said, then looked a little upset. "Don't underestimate him, Flayer, he's been through a lot" she said.<br><br>After waiting some time, she looked over at the beast. "Can I go now?" she asked, wanting to go back up and sleep, thinking that prisoners disappearing like that wasn't irregular, but not wanting her new friends to worry about her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] The Chronicles of Crematoria- Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shihong</strong> on <strong>25-01-2010, 09:14:56</strong>
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				<em>"I do not underestimate anyone, Miss Jemma.&nbsp; Least of all Judis.&nbsp; Everyone here has a past, and I hardly expected him to be any different.&nbsp; When the time comes I will have words with Mister Furion, of that there is no doubt.&nbsp; I am not so foolish as to think that man can be dissuaded with threats alone.&nbsp; It takes a very brave sort of man to walk amongst his enemies and spit in their faces.&nbsp; Though, perhaps not a very intelligent one."</em><br><br>He casually pressed another unseen button in the wall, the door sliding open.&nbsp; <em>"A guard will escort you back to your cell.&nbsp; Discussed your current situation, and the order to ensure you come to no harm is quickly spreading through the prison.&nbsp; Unlike Mister Furion, I am not one to make bold speeches before slavering crowds."</em>&nbsp; The Beast tapped the side of his helmet, suggesting that he had been conversing on a private channel.<br><br><em>"Our little chat has been most enlightening, my dear.&nbsp; We will be seeing much of each other from now on, to ensure that you are given your medication.&nbsp; Perhaps I will prepare tea next time, and a more comfortable room.&nbsp; Pleasant dreams,"</em> he said graciously, taking a polite bow before exiting the room with a flourish of his coat.&nbsp; By the time Jemma would follow after there would be no sign of him; just a rather impatient looking guard.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] The Chronicles of Crematoria- Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Odin</strong> on <strong>25-01-2010, 09:22:12</strong>
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				Jemma looked around, and sighed, before heading back to the surface. Her pale skin broke through the darkness, and the guard ensued behind her. She looked up, at the shocked faces of the prisoners, who simply watched her walk back up from the Beast's lair. She looked up high, at the guard's gate, then back to the prisoners. Sure she would be gunned down by Judis at any moment. He was an amazing shot, she'd seen him fire before. <br><br>Jemma slowly began her way back to the cell she'd been taken to before, surprised when no one grabbed and pulled at her. She at least expected a grab on the ass, but nothing. Which made her wonder how many people did actually come from down there. She passed the spot she'd been trapped earlier, and stopped for a second, looking to the wall, then sighed. She was so close, and would be a shell if Stiletto hadn't saved her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] The Chronicles of Crematoria- Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shihong</strong> on <strong>25-01-2010, 09:58:43</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v296/rcburner/TattooBlondeWomanphoto-1.jpg)</div><br><em>"Unbelievable.&nbsp; The Beast has a bitch?&nbsp; Didn't even think he had the proper equipment left for that.&nbsp; Is it even possible for a <strong>thing</strong> like that to feel horny?&nbsp; Though it was asexual or something."</em><br><br>Elizabeth woke up in a daze, voices echoing faintly through the invisible crack in the wall that led to her makeshift quarters.&nbsp; Unconsciousness had come suddenly, dreamless and safe.&nbsp; Against all odds she was still alive.&nbsp; Exhaustion still gripped her, but there was a new energy pulsing within that kept her mind from fading back into blissful sleep.&nbsp; It pulsed in her chest, a primal exhilaration.&nbsp; The joy of Life.<br><br>She stopped, and listened.&nbsp; Flayer, the same Flayer that shunned all human contact unless it was at the end of his whip, had taken a whore for himself?&nbsp; Elizabeth's face tightened with worry.&nbsp; She had thought Rae had been fast enough to escape right after her, but perhaps the Beast had had other ideas in mind for her.&nbsp; The prospect of being used in such a way by that monster was almost more sickening than being tortured to death by him.<br><br><em>"Shit, and it was the new girl too.&nbsp; I even heard she was a <strong>virgin</strong>, if ya can believe that.&nbsp; Damn, woulda liked me a piece of that!&nbsp; First Stiletto swoops in outta fucking nowhere like some kinda superhero, then Flayer his fucking self brands the chick.&nbsp; As if Judis and his white knight complex wasn't bad enough."</em><br><br><em>"Buncha fucking killjoys.&nbsp; Hey, at least the cyclops bitch got what was coming to her.&nbsp; Nearly got her arm pulled clean off by that whip.&nbsp; I tell you, the things I would have done if I'd gotten my hands on her...&nbsp; Fuck, waste of a perfectly good cunt.&nbsp; Probably worm chow by now."</em><br><br>The voices faded off, leaving Elizabeth to her thoughts.&nbsp; On the one hand it seemed as though Rae had probably managed to escape, meaning she still had a combat-worthy ally to fall back on.&nbsp; But the news of Stiletto made her heart clench up.&nbsp; She was the one connection to the outside world that could be relied on.&nbsp; If she died there would never be any hope for escape.&nbsp; Not for any of them.&nbsp; <br><br>"Shit," she hissed, getting to her feet.&nbsp; It just wasn't in her to stay cooped up all day, even as tired as she was.&nbsp; Remembering her little sparring against Rae got her blood pumped up.&nbsp; If she could pull moves like that on the verge of collapse, a few hours rest would leave her more than capable enough to prowl around.&nbsp; Finding Rae seemed like her best course of action, though she was wary about getting close to the woman now that Flayer's attention was angled her way.&nbsp; Still, she wasn't a coward.&nbsp; There was something about Rae that she took a liking to, a power than was rare to find in any female down in the Slam.&nbsp; They could both handle themselves in a fight, and that was worth something.<br><br>When the coast was clear she wriggled her way out of the wall, then cracked her bones back into their proper places before taking a look around.&nbsp; The air smelled tense.&nbsp; Fear and sweat in abundance.&nbsp; Clearly something exciting had happened during her little nap.&nbsp; Of course, the arrival of a virgin woman would be enough to get everyone riled up.&nbsp; She'd need to be careful.&nbsp; The pent up arousal was almost palpable, though there weren't many prisoners wandering about now.&nbsp; Just a few weak strays taking their chances while the stronger and superstitious sort paced in their cages, waiting for the unwholesome taint of the Beast to fade away.<br><br>---<br><br>Within Rae's cell, a whisper would seem to call out from the metal and stone.&nbsp; It was uncharacteristically even, soft, and almost melodic.&nbsp; At first the words meant nothing, but gradually did they increase in intensity until the message could just barely be made out.<br><br><em>"Miss Rae...I believe it is time we had a little chat."</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] The Chronicles of Crematoria- Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kotah</strong> on <strong>26-01-2010, 21:41:08</strong>
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				Liberty only grinned at her friend as she popped one of the chocolates into her mouth.<br><br>Then all fucking hell broke loose. Never a dull moment in this place was there? A new girl was being lower into the fray. Wonderful. Liberty watch emotionless at what happened next. The girls attempted Rape. Liberty had seen it happen before. She wasn't going to put her neck out there to get broken. She, herself, had absolutely no means to save the girl. She knew that. Then stiletto made her appearance, and Liberty instantly smiled. Focus on the good. If the girl had gotten ganged to death, it wouldn't have mattered, but now she was safe.<br><br>For a few moments.<br><br>When the girl join them in Blair's cell, Liberty just kinda stood at the back, offering the girl a kind smile. She was going to have to warm up to the girl before she started handing out treats, but it wasn't beyond her to do so. Her hand dipped into her pocket to withdraw a chocolate, and well... the beast showed face. <br><br>Liberty, suddenly, was very happy that she had remained in the back of the cell. She stayed, hopefully, just out of notice. When you couldn't fight, it was a good idea to be able to fade away from attention. <br><br>When the two left them alone, her attention shifted to Blair. "We don't know her. You should have handed her over." To call Liberty jaded was putting it lightly. Her hand lifted to rub at her forehead as she stood there. "I'm not saying I didn't like the girl... but... you know?" She shuddered as she paced in the cell for a few moments. "You can't save every girl." she mutters under her breath as she walks to the bars. <br><br>Then she brightened greatly. "HEY!" she pops off, "You made it." She tells the new girl... what was her name? Jam? Jane? She slid out side of the cell, looking around for a few seconds before she turns her attention back to the new girl. "I'm Liberty." she offers, suddenly feeling akward. Liberty would have handed the girl over on her first breath, if it would save herself, but that didn't mean they couldn't be friends now right?&nbsp; She points towards her cell. "I'm that way, I take care of things. You stop by... right? I'll get you some stuff that cane make this.... easier."<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] The Chronicles of Crematoria- Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bubblez</strong> on <strong>27-01-2010, 00:06:06</strong>
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				The events had happened swiftly. One moment she had been sitting in her cell making out a map in the stone, and the next all hell broke lose. The poor girl being lowered down and then attacked. Rae had been unable to get out of her cell fast enough before the males swooped down upon the fragile creature. The next thing she knew, the fated Stiletto had shown and saved the day. Although the Beast had managed to land the woman a hard blow. But she still won and the girl had lived for now. Rae wondered what would happen to her when The Beast took her, but it was no use to go after and fight him about it. She had seen his mind and the way it worked and she was learning.<br><br>Heading back to her cell she continued her work until she dozed into a dreamless slumber. <br><br><em>"Miss Rae...I believe it is time we had a little chat."</em><br><br>Rae started from her slumber and crouched low, ready for a fight. It was programmed into her to be ready at all times. The voice registered in her head and she leaned back on her heels.<br><br><em>"Very well, when and where?" </em>she replied quietly, she knew he would hear her, he was probably even watching her. It was a good thing she had nothing to hide. Her cell was as sparse as her life, she kept that which she needed always on her person, that way it would never be taken unless she was killed.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] The Chronicles of Crematoria- Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shihong</strong> on <strong>27-01-2010, 07:54:59</strong>
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				<em>"Immediately.&nbsp; The lower levels, by the volcanic vents.&nbsp; No one will dare stray far from their cages so soon after the Cat Alarms have gone off, false or not.&nbsp; Do not keep me waiting."</em><br><br>---<br><br>By the time Rae would get all the way to the bottom of the Pit, Flayer would already be seated at the edge of a pool.&nbsp; This place wasn't the bathing area, where prisoners could occasionally manage to scrub away a week or two's worth of filth and stench in volcanic hot springs.&nbsp; Those were a bit better hidden, much to the relief of the female inmates that wished to avoid being taken advantage of.&nbsp; Not that many were foolish enough to bathe alone these days.&nbsp; Especially not today, when all the male prisoners were sporting wood and on the lookout for a voluptuous target.&nbsp; No, the pools here were nothing but chemicals, home to particularly stubborn forms of life with thick armor and faceless heads.&nbsp; The Beast sat on the rim of one such pool with his legs crossed and hands folded in his lap, acting as though he were unaware that a good hard push would send him tumbling into the acidic murk behind him.&nbsp; <br><br><em>"So good of you to join me, Miss Rae.&nbsp; I do hope your hand has stopped bleeding.&nbsp; I cannot wait to see the scars; they should be absolutely breathtaking!"</em> he mused, leaning a few inches towards her.&nbsp; <em>"Of course, I did not simply call you here to check up on your health.&nbsp; We have made a deal, and I wish to see it through to the end.&nbsp; You say that there is someone here in the Slam that you wish to see mercilessly tortured to death.&nbsp; So I have two questions to ask you.&nbsp; Firstly:&nbsp; Why?&nbsp; And secondly:&nbsp; Who?"</em><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] The Chronicles of Crematoria- Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Odin</strong> on <strong>27-01-2010, 09:20:31</strong>
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				Jemma looked up, from her deep thought, at the girl Stiletto had taken her to see. "Jemma" she said, offering a small smile. "That sounds..." she trailed off, her eyes raising to the higher catwalks. Her heart jumped, as she spotted Judis looking straight at her. She froze up, and stared at him, before noting the large rifle sitting against the railings right next to him. She looked to the girl, and moved to the side a little, trying to position another catwalk between her and Judis. "What was I saying?" she asked, frowning. "Oh, yes, that sounds great... I Could use some things, but I don't have much to offer" she said, shaking her head.<br><br>She bit her lip, then looked up, and Judis was gone. She looked around, trying to spot where he had moved to, but failed to locate him. She glimpsed to each of the dark spots of the higher ground, then looked back to Liberty. "I'm sorry" she said, knowing she seemed distracted. "Ummm... Yeah, I really only just got thrown in here, so... I Don't have anything to trade..." she said, biting her lower lip. "Unless you take sexual favors" she said, then smiled, seeming half serious. She needed supplies.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] The Chronicles of Crematoria- Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bubblez</strong> on <strong>27-01-2010, 14:28:11</strong>
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				Rae moved with purpose through the slam. A few large leering males moved towards her with the purpose of getting what they had lost out on. She glanced warily around at the group that was surrounding her. She sighed, why did they always think they could take what they wanted. She found the ring leader and headed for him first. A quick kick to his belly and and an uppercut ot his jaw left him blubbering on the floor. A few brave others tried their luck but she soon set them straight with a few well aimed kicks and punches. She was amped and tired up by the time she reached him.<br><br>He was sitting at the edge of the pool. He looked at peace. She hoped that he found some at different points in his life.<br><br>She sat across from him in one fluid movement. She assumed a meditation pose and waited. The wait was not long.<br><br><em>"So good of you to join me, Miss Rae.&nbsp; I do hope your hand has stopped bleeding.&nbsp; I cannot wait to see the scars; they should be absolutely breathtaking!Of course, I did not simply call you here to check up on your health.&nbsp; We have made a deal, and I wish to see it through to the end.&nbsp; You say that there is someone here in the Slam that you wish to see mercilessly tortured to death.&nbsp; So I have two questions to ask you.&nbsp; Firstly:&nbsp; Why?&nbsp; And secondly:&nbsp; Who?"</em><br><br>" I wish I had a name, only a brief glance of a face. I've been trying to find out. They why is simple I suppose, more of a vengeance than what the world gave him for taking my family from me and making me into a glorified merc." she answered honestly.<br>"I had hoped perhaps if I gave you the description you might know him."
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] The Chronicles of Crematoria- Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>playfullchick76</strong> on <strong>27-01-2010, 15:22:47</strong>
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				Liberty's thought processes were all too familiar down here.Survive no matter what, and dont ever try to be a hero.She was aware of them, but there was something about Jemma and Stiletto's plea that had told her to do her best to keep her safe and pure.<br><br>Both terms had no place down here in Crematoria,a&nbsp; place of suffering and pain.Yet, you could flourish here if you knew how it worked.Sticking up for Jemma had its risks, but there was a reason for everything, one just had to find it.<br><br>"I did what I did, but she had other ideas.She thinks she can bargain with the beast, but she cant, no one can", she said, then paced the cell as well.She held onto the lock, then used it to secure her cell from the inside.<br><br>Finding it a perfect fit, she coudlnt stop a smile from appearing on her face as her cell would be secure no matter what.The lock couldnt be broken by crowbar or hand, and she could definatley sleep easier with it on.<br><br>She didnt expect to see Jemma again so soon, and definately not without whipmarks or broken bones.<br>"Wow, Im,, I dont know what to say, your..alive..and unmarked, how", she asked as like LIberty, she gaped in shock.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] The Chronicles of Crematoria- Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kotah</strong> on <strong>27-01-2010, 20:56:13</strong>
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				The girl didn't have anything to trade, Liberty smiled. "everyone has something... even if you don't know it yet." She tells the girl. She paused the conversation, about the same time as Jemma was looking away, to watch as Blair secured her new lock. It was nicer then hers, but hers had the number dial and the key. "Nice" she tells her friend.<br><br>Then she turned her attention back to Jemma. "This I offer as a sign of good faith. Not every girl..." she let the thought drift off. Instead she nodded pointedly to the half dressed girls that were sauntering about the lower levels. Many of them didn't even take the men to a hidden area to do what they were going to do. The girls that had embraced the idea that they could lay on their back and get by. Most of them died fast. Disease got them, or they got pregnant and were put down by a man, or they died in labor. They never lasted more then a year or so, and Liberty didn't deal the special stuff to them. She wasn't going to save them. They were a waste.<br><br>"Anyway, I'm up three levels. Go down the left catwalk, and there be a cell with blankets." She tells the girl, her foot steps already taking her in that direction. The other women could either follow or not. "There's a couple of empty cells up there, but they'll be hard to defend. You would probably do better to find someone that can share theirs. Then you can take turns keeping watch." The whole time she talked she kept walking. She was going to need her bag anyway. It was time she set to work before she started pissing people off.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] The Chronicles of Crematoria- Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Odin</strong> on <strong>27-01-2010, 21:06:26</strong>
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				Jemma looked around, then headed after Liberty. "Well, apparently the beast is looking after me" she said, then looked around. "But I think he is playing mind games with me" she said, frowning lightly. "Making me feel safe so it hurts even more when they get me" she said, then sighed and shook her head, spotting Judis for a second, but then he was gone. "Damnit..." she said, then her eyes darted around the catwalks.<br><br>If Judis did intend to strike her down, surely he'd have done it by now? Maybe there was something else? Jemma shook her head, and looked to a male that was eying Liberty, his mates all doing the same. Jemma felt her heart pick up, as the men eyed the girls as they walked. She felt asthough it was a stupid move for them to travel together, and cursed mentally. She glimpsed around, and caught vision on Judis... No... Was that him? It moved too quickly. She sighed, and shook her head, then looked up. There he was.<br><br>"Does Judis always stalk the catwalks like that?" she asked. "With such a big gun..." she said, then glimpsed around. "And watch people like that?" she asked, feeling Judis' gaze on her still, asthough it was burning through her. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] The Chronicles of Crematoria- Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shihong</strong> on <strong>27-01-2010, 22:10:04</strong>
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				Flayer wheezed, drumming his fingers together absentmindedly.&nbsp; <em>"I suppose you wouldn't need my help if you had substantial information to go off of.&nbsp; Very well, Miss Rae.&nbsp; Give me every single detail that you have burned into your memory.&nbsp; Not just the face, but his gait.&nbsp; How he went about his actions, if you can manage that.&nbsp; Everything is crucial.&nbsp; If he is truly in this facility then I will know him."</em><br><br>He cocked head head back for a moment, gazing idly at some formless thing writhing in the pools.&nbsp; <em>"Another question.&nbsp; When we find this individual, what do you expect me to do with him?&nbsp; No doubt you will wish to lay your own hands upon him for what he has taken from you.&nbsp; What part do you see me playing?"</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] The Chronicles of Crematoria- Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bubblez</strong> on <strong>28-01-2010, 03:06:44</strong>
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				"Indeed Jack. I would like to inflict upon him the pain he caused me, but then again, that would only make me as vile a creature as him. I must think on it. I came to you as you are basically the law in here. Where I was someone on the outside to be reckoned with, in here I am looked at as nothing more than a criminal. Be that as it may, here is what I remember of him;<br>Tall, about 6'2", long dark and lanky hair, slight of build, I am probably more substantial than he is now, about 170 pounds, has a limp in his left leg, assorted tattoos about his body, I believe the report said he had a remarkable one on his left shoulder, daggers and roses for every life he took, and a single X for the one that escaped him. I believe he has a beard now. All in all a rather undesirable person by looks, but perhaps more so in spirit." Rae answered.<br><br>"And yes, the scar should be rather intricate and memorable for me." a smile played about her lips as she thought of the design which it would bear and the small amount of time it would be for her to admire it. Soon her life would be forfeit and she could rest forever. Death was a welcomed friend in her life, she had escaped it as a child but now it was upon her again.<br><br>"So, I heard you took the newest inmate as your own. There is much talk of it already. I hope she is that which soothes your soul in this dark place. Why did you pick here to work and live?" she inquired.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] The Chronicles of Crematoria- Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shihong</strong> on <strong>28-01-2010, 03:43:46</strong>
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				Flayer's mask made several small clicks and whirrs, as though the gears turning in his mind had suddenly become audible.&nbsp; A keener mind might pick up on the possibility that it wasn't his thinking, but a small noise of discontent.&nbsp; His neck cracked sharply to one side, then he rolled his head back around his shoulders until it was once again facing Rae.<br><br><em>"An exceptional description, Miss Rae.&nbsp; I would have to be blind to not know exactly who you are talking about.&nbsp; However, there is one small detail.&nbsp; You are never to use that name, in my presence or otherwise.&nbsp; That individual no longer exists.&nbsp; It is long dead, and not coming back.&nbsp; Otherwise you may call me whatever you wish to."</em><br><br>In a fluid movement he kicked himself up onto the thin stone rim bordering the acid basins and began prowling along them on the balls of his feet.&nbsp; His hands folded behind his back and held up the ends of his coat to keep them from dipping into the toxic fluid.&nbsp; <em>"Carlson Wernthrup, aka Pesticide, aka Leadfoot, aka Mister Jangles.&nbsp; Unfortunately for you, Miss Rae, as detestable as this man is I fear that I am not currently able to touch him.&nbsp; He is no prisoner.&nbsp; Though morally reprehensible he has somehow wormed his way into becoming an Enforcer in this facility, likely because it is a fairly simplistic job that a man with a limp can easily excel at with proper backup at his disposal.&nbsp; This will require some...creativity on my part, as I do not kill Staff as a general rule.&nbsp; I do love a challenge."</em><br><br>Stepping down from his precarious perch he strode over to Rae and loomed overhead, as he was wont to do.&nbsp; <em>"As for that other matter; you are correct.&nbsp; I have indeed taken a fledgling under my wing.&nbsp; I assure you, it is not out of compassion.&nbsp; She is a bit of a test, actually.&nbsp; A test for a far more exciting subject that I have been concocting.&nbsp; Though I cannot speak for my soul, I predict that I will enjoy myself immensely."</em><br><br><em>"My reasons for working here are my own, though I imagine some of them are quite obvious.&nbsp; Why limit myself to such a small place when I could easily travel the galaxy and terrorize countless others as a guard of royalty, or perhaps an assassin that sews fear into the hearts of their victims?&nbsp; The answer is fairly simple.&nbsp; Out in the vast cosmos there is no Order.&nbsp; Nothing concrete.&nbsp; Everything is changing.&nbsp; But here, I have complete control over every variable.&nbsp; This entire prison is an ongoing experiment.&nbsp; Perhaps I will grow tired of it someday and move on.&nbsp; Perhaps.&nbsp; For now it is enough that I am here, that you are here, and that Mister Wernthrup is here."</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] The Chronicles of Crematoria- Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>playfullchick76</strong> on <strong>28-01-2010, 16:48:26</strong>
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				"Judis, oh yes, he loves to watch over us,a Dark Angel&nbsp; and protector to some. I misjudged him before, which I dont usually do.So, he is one to look out for. if the beast is looking out for you, or sounds as if he likes you, then its for his reasoning, and part of his games".<br><br>"He plays a lot of games down here. Maybe the guards just dont provide enough amusement for him,and he has to compensate by tormening us. Like trading you for that lock, to test me out. I either passed or failed,with him its hard to tell",she adds, then listens as Liberty fills Jemma in on a few more things about life here.<br><br>"You can share my cell for a while if you want, until you find a secure one of your own. I woudlnt count on the Beast to keep you safe forever, so cultivate some trusted contacts down here, and have a plan B, just in case things go bad", she tells her, telling her what she needs to know.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] The Chronicles of Crematoria- Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Odin</strong> on <strong>28-01-2010, 17:13:40</strong>
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				Jemma listened to Blair, then smiled at her. "I Appreciate the offer, but you'd gain nothing by having me in your cell" she said, shaking her head. "Like I said to Liberty... Unless you take sexual favors, I've got nothing to..." she frowned, looking up at Judis as he fiddled with something in his hand, then looked back at her. "To trade..." she said slowly, then looked around.<br><br>"A dark angel?" she asked, frowning lightly. "That does kind of sound like Judis, but why just stand around all day with a rifle? Surely the prisoners would do things anyway?" she asked, then wondered if he had been watching her get mobbed earlier. "What about the other guards? Are there any like him?" she asked, frowning.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] The Chronicles of Crematoria- Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bubblez</strong> on <strong>28-01-2010, 19:38:33</strong>
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				Rae was seeing red. A man like that was allowed to be an authority figure. It wasn't right. But then many things in life were not.<br>Taking a deep breath she calmed herself, before she did something rash and rather reprehensible. <br><br>" Are you willing to listen to a suggestion?" she asked.<br><br>"I have a thought in regards to this matter, and it might make it somewhat more interesting for the both of us. A bit of a game you might say. Who is the better killer type game? What would you think about posing that sort of a challenge to him. Of course I could offer that one to him, but I would fear Judis might get involved if he hears of it. I imagine you and him already have enough of a beef with each other." Rae mused aloud, while she thought.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] The Chronicles of Crematoria- Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shihong</strong> on <strong>28-01-2010, 20:42:44</strong>
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				Flayer clicked rapidly, both from his mouthpiece and joints.&nbsp; <em>"An intriguing notion, but also a tasteless one.&nbsp; I am not a homicidal maniac, Miss Rae.&nbsp; Though he is an insufferably crafty man out of necessity, given his disabilities, Wernthrup is likely to take that as permission to slaughter indiscriminately.&nbsp; I cannot abide by <strong>another</strong> Enforcer that thinks they have the right to kill prisoners as they please.&nbsp; Judis is problematic enough.&nbsp; Nor do I consider him nearly worthy enough to challenge outright.&nbsp; I only offer such honors to people that I deem my equal, or out of respect.&nbsp; Neither apply to him."</em><br><br><em>"I have my own methods for dealing with fellow Enforcers that displease me.&nbsp; I cannot promise swiftness, but I <strong>can</strong> promise that by the time I am through with him he will be begging to run down here and into your open arms.&nbsp; And, when all is said and done..."</em> he trailed off, leaning over Rae and raising her chin with one finger.&nbsp; <em>"You will be mine, as per our deal."</em><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] The Chronicles of Crematoria- Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kotah</strong> on <strong>28-01-2010, 21:32:18</strong>
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				Liberty fell silent as the other two continued to talk. She was running through lists in her mind. One the way to her cell, they passes a small cell. The bars had been bent out of shape in one part. "This one is empty, the last person in it got the cat's pissed and they found a way to him..." she let that thought drop off as well. There were some dark grimy stains on the walls, but other then that it had been picked clean of all but it's simple cot. The cot was left becasue it was connected to the wall. "But, be careful, it's hard to live on these upper levels. You gotta be able to get up here fast..."<br><br>Then she was walking again, down the catwalk, and up a small set of steps to her own cell. Once they arrived, Liberty made quick work of the lock. She then hooked it in her pant's pocket and pulled the door shut as she dissipated inside. Of course, like always, she left them standing outside.<br><br>Once inside the cell, she worked as fast as she could manage. She bent next to her own cot, and pulled out a pillow case, an inflatable pillow, and a blanket. She shoved the latter two into the pillow case, and started milling around like she was shopping. She grabbed a plain black comb, a couple of rubber bands, one of the small bottles of hotel shampoo, a handful of tampons, a handful of condoms, and then she moved to her desk. She looked at the new toothbrush, and sighed. Her own toothbrush was getting old. It took several moments for her to reach out and grab the toothbrush to add to the loot bag pillow case. Then she moved to a hamper and pulled out a pair of faded panties, a wife beater, and a pair of cloth shorts- red. As a last moment addition, she grabbed a handful of the little candies she had and tossed them into the bag. <br><br>After much rustling inside, Liberty popped the cell door and stepped out. "You want to hurry and find a place, don't show your stuff to anyone..." She tells Jemma lightly under her breath. She kept the bag hidden from possibly prying eyes by hiding it between their bodies. <br><br>"As for a trade, I have something in mind, but give me a bit..." She tells the other woman. "I'll let you know when the time is right."
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] The Chronicles of Crematoria- Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bubblez</strong> on <strong>29-01-2010, 02:32:06</strong>
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				&nbsp;<em>"And, when all is said and done.............You will be mine, as per our deal."</em><br><br>The words rang in Rae's ears, but she neither cringed or made a move. <br><br>"Yes, I will be all yours to do with as you see fit. I welcome the day when he learns his lesson and goes running, albeit from you or me. Perhaps you should tell him, his X is running around here in this very prison, see if he can find me." she replied looking into the many sets of eyes that looked back at her. She had no fear, only a respect for the man behind the creature.<br><br>"You may no longer be Jack in your mind, but somewhere inside you still have a piece of him. We all carry who we were and who we are now inside us forever. We only try to forget them. " she replied.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] The Chronicles of Crematoria- Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Odin</strong> on <strong>29-01-2010, 09:35:31</strong>
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				Jemma smiled at the girl, thankful for her kindness. "Thank you so much, I swear I'll find a way to pay you back" she said, then glimpsed around, and like a lightning bolt had struck her, she jumped back. There was Judis, standing just a meter or two away. She watched him, motionless, as he moved forward and took the pillow case from her. He stared intently at her, then opened the bag and began looking through it. He glimpsed at Liberty, and to Jemma's surprise, handed the bag back. She moved a little behind Liberty, and Blaire, as though trying to escape Judis.<br><br>Judis drew a small bag, from his hip, and offered it to Liberty. "These aren't the supplies you asked for... These are to cover half of what you gave Jemma" he said, handing her the bag. He reached behind himself, and drew a shock baton, watching Liberty, then looked at Jemma, then Blaire. He glimpsed at the guards gate, then looked back to Blaire. "They are up there planning it now" he told her. "I Suggest you return to your cell and take that new padlock off, unless you want it broken" he told her, offering her the baton after testing a few charges for it. He also gave her a second battery for it. <br><br>Judis looked to Jemma, then to Liberty, then to Blaire. "I Suggest all three of you stay low tonight..." he said. "The guards were all issued a large bonus, and that included some luxuries... Such as alcohol and drugs" he told them, then folded his arms. "They know where each girls cell is... So don't be in them" he told them, then looked around. "Warn the other girls, or don't... The higher ups put me on hangar duty... I Wont be around to protect you" he told them, then started back up towards the guards gate. "Be careful" he told them.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] The Chronicles of Crematoria- Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>playfullchick76</strong> on <strong>29-01-2010, 14:46:52</strong>
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				Liberty had Jemma's attention, so Blair walked with them and told Jemma about the slam and just what it was like.She couldnt sugarcoat things, and didnt.That wouldnt do her any good in the long run here.<br><br>She truly didnt know just what Liberty had in her cell, only that she had what people needed, or could get it.She would never search her cell or break into it, she liked her too much, and that would have been an unforgivable breach of trust.<br><br>When Liberty emerged from her cell and gave Jemma the bag, Blair was confused.Liberty would have given the girl to the Beast wthout any question, but here she is, giving her some of what she needs, with payment postponed for now.She's full of surprises, she thinks to herself, then senses someone near them, Judis by the subtle scent.<br><br>"Woah, for real", she says as Judis quickly gives her a shockrod, just like the one that Stiletto was divested of, and puts it in a safe place on her person with the same speed as she makes her knives appear and reappear.<br><br>"Thank you, your a good man,and I was wrong about you before. If your in trouble down here, I will back you up", she tells him, then listens to his warning.<br>She sighed as she heard that it was open season on Blair and the other girls with her.Drugs would only urge the guards to do things that they normally woudlnt do, so she would have to strike harder to bring them down.<br><br>"I'll warn the others,they may beleive me or not. You've done a lot already, just by warning us", she said, then thankd him again and left to stop at each girls cell to warn them about the guards impending drug and alcohol binge.<br><br>After warning all that she can, she returned to her cell and took off her new padlock. She's already planning what she's going to do, and puts on a long sleeved top and jacket.Hiding her shock baton in the sleeeve, where she can reach it if need be, along with the second battery, she returns to Liberty's cell. "Both of you should either be prepared to hide, or&nbsp; to escape and evade when they come", she tells them, then asks them to come down to her cell when theyre sure of what they want to do.<br><br>Placing a cup of water near her cell door as she returns to it, she's already planning a shocking awakening for the first guards to try to get to them tonight, then a chase that should have them tired and asking for more money next time.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] The Chronicles of Crematoria- Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kotah</strong> on <strong>29-01-2010, 18:38:42</strong>
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				Liberty jumped a little when Judis showed up. Concern flashed on her face for a brief moment as she glanced to Blair. Then she simply took the bag that Judis offered and ducked her head for a few seconds. When she looked up again she looked between the pair of women. "I'll be right back"<br><br>With that she ducked back inside her cell. She grabbed the bag she normally carried around, and went to her bunk to dig around for a few seconds. In her rush, she left the cell door open so that if anyone looked they could see a bit of the stuff she had stashed inside the little cell. What would surprise them most, if they looked in, was that Liberty had just fished a nice gun from under the bed, as well as a box of bullets and shoved both into the bag.<br><br>Then she grabbed a few other little things, and walked out of the cell again. She dipped Judis a little nod and followed Blair to her cell. "I know a place we can hide..." she mutters under her breath to the two women. "it's where I meet the guards, they wouldn't expect us to hide there."
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] The Chronicles of Crematoria- Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Odin</strong> on <strong>29-01-2010, 18:48:29</strong>
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				Judis caught Jemma's arm, before she could move, and handed her a small box, then smiled a little at her, before moving through a small cave up to the higher levels. She simply stood there, then opened the box. She shut it again quickly, then tucked it up her shirt, before moving to Blaire's cell. "I Think I'm going to see if the beast is willing to take me in..." She told them, then looked from each girl. "Please, don't let anything happen to you..." she said, then smiled at each.<br><br>She started her way down to the lower levels, thinking if she couldn't find the Beast she'd atleast be able to hide in the darkness. Jemma's heart sped up a little, as she heard someone... Or something... Moving in the darkness around her. Maybe this wasn't such a great idea? She slowed, glimpsing back, then walked deeper. "Are you there?" she asked, surprising even herself when she was actually hoping it was him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] The Chronicles of Crematoria- Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shihong</strong> on <strong>30-01-2010, 00:59:58</strong>
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				<em>"The only remnants of Jack are in scraps of flesh and sinew, and crumbling photographs.&nbsp; I highly suggest not dredging up a past that is no longer relevant."</em>&nbsp; Flayer straightened up with an audibly creak, then tilted his head off to the side.&nbsp; <em>"I also suggest not staying in your cell tonight.&nbsp; In her unfathomable wisdom the Warden has decided to give the Enforcers a bit of a raise and access to intoxicants.&nbsp; After the little event with the new child they will be more than a little anxious to get their hands on any woman they can find.&nbsp; Particularly the strong ones like you, that they have yet to take for their own.&nbsp; Be on your guard.&nbsp; This exchange is over."</em><br><br>With that he dipped into the shadows and disappeared amongst them.&nbsp; Gone without a trace, and leaving Rae to her thoughts.&nbsp; Elsewhere he would come across a far more surprising sight, which he quickly eluded and passed.&nbsp; With a silence reserved for the grave he came up behind Jemma, leaned over, and wheezed heavily into her unsuspecting ear.<br><br><em>"Having difficulties, Miss Jemma?"</em> he queried, looming in such a way as to make all eight feet of him seem even larger than usual.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] The Chronicles of Crematoria- Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bubblez</strong> on <strong>30-01-2010, 04:44:36</strong>
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				"Very well. I will heed your words for the night." she answered, not bothering to move when he left. They guards could try, but they would not succeeded. She would kill them all or die trying at any rate. She idly wandered if Wernthrup would be on the loose. Now there was one she would like catch alone. She could think of all manner of things she would like to do to him. She rubbed her hands together as she thought. There wasn't a chill in the air, but a shiver went down her spine. Perhaps if they were in groups tonight, it might just be best to hide out here, some place they would never look, it was too close to where the Beast was known to frequent, and they all feared him, if no one else.<br><br>She sat for the rest of the night, her back against the wall and in the shadows. A noise startled her awake and she did not move as she tried to figure out what she was hearing.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] The Chronicles of Crematoria- Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Odin</strong> on <strong>30-01-2010, 10:17:11</strong>
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				Jemma jumped, as she heard him, and turned to face him, looking up at him, then down to the ground. "Difficulties? I can't see in the dark..." she told him, then looked around, the extremely dim lighting bothering her. She had been scared of the dark until she was around 8, but down here, there actually were things to fear in the darkness.<br><br>"I... The guards are getting drunk and high tonight... I Can't defend myself..." she said, then looked up at him. "Please... Let me stay down here tonight" she said, then realized he was probably just amused by how pathetic she sounded. Her eyes returned to the floor, and she bit her lip. "Its just you said you didn't want anyone to... Touch me and... They're guards, and they're not in their right minds..." she said, then sighed, thinking she'd only managed to waste her time coming down here.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] The Chronicles of Crematoria- Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>playfullchick76</strong> on <strong>30-01-2010, 15:00:28</strong>
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				Her plan is to wait for the first ones, then wet the metal catwalk outside her cell, then add a bit of electricity from the shockrod.If any of them still wanted a peice of her after that, she would introduce them to her knives and cut some chunks from them.<br><br>"You do, I'm glad to hear that, as my plan involves a bit of violence..ok, a lot of violence and a lot of luck.But if I can avoid a confrontation with the guards, high, drunk or both, I will", she says just as soflty and figures that discretion is the better part of valor.<br><br>After putting anything irreplacable in a sack, she holds onto it, then notices the gun that Liberty shows her. Her only reaction is a proud smile and a slight nod of her head.<br><br>"Ok Kit Carsen,lead the way", she soflty says and follows her out.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] The Chronicles of Crematoria- Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shihong</strong> on <strong>30-01-2010, 17:10:19</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Flayer chuckled, a noise that one never quite got used to, like sandpaper scraping against broken glass.&nbsp; <em>"So eager to survive, now that another has offered their hand?"</em><br><br>The Beast placed a hand on her back, instructing her to follow at its side.&nbsp; <em>"I fear that nowhere will be safe tonight, though there are those that consider themselves quite comfortable in their little cells.&nbsp; I fear that the Warden was a bit shortsighted when she decided to bestow the twin gifts of drugs and alcohol upon the Enforcers.&nbsp; Though I do suppose it is her job to maintain morale, just as mine is to annihilate it.&nbsp; For the prisoners, of course."</em><br><br>Though the darkness seemed to consume everything about them, Flayer guided the two through an otherwise unnavigable labyrinth of tunnels and acid pools as though it were bright as day.&nbsp; The fluidity of his movement suggested more than night-vision at work.&nbsp; There was such confidence in the creature's step, the myriad paths memorized perfectly.&nbsp; With light gone time seemed lost, and scarcely a few minutes of silence passed before the glare from overhead lights blinked to life overhead.<br><br><em>"I would hate for you to think that I am <strong>coddling</strong> you, Miss Jemma, but you will spend the next few hours in a holding cell.&nbsp; Under my supervision.&nbsp; Of course, nobody is to be informed of that last part.&nbsp; As far as the Enforcers are concerned you are being detained in Solitary Confinement under my orders.&nbsp; Alone.&nbsp; Consider this a test.&nbsp; I will lock you into your little box, and you may rest as needed.&nbsp; Then I will see who comes calling for you in my supposed absence.&nbsp; It seems the easiest way of gauging whether or not Mister Furion has recognized you yet.&nbsp; Rest assured that you will not be in any danger."</em><br><br>Leading her into a considerably smaller and darker room than the interrogation chamber from before, Flayer would guide her to an improvised bed and gesture for her to lay down.&nbsp; <br><br><em>"Comfortable?&nbsp; Not all prisoners have the luxury of bedding.&nbsp; Enjoy the feeling of a soft pillow under your head while you still can, Miss Jemma.&nbsp; There will be many long, cold nights ahead of you.&nbsp; Now, unless you have questions, I will take my leave.&nbsp; I must inform the other Enforcers of your presence, and make it known that I will not be tending to you."</em><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] The Chronicles of Crematoria- Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Odin</strong> on <strong>30-01-2010, 17:24:57</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Jemma walked with him in complete silence, taking in everything he said in. She finally entered the room, and laid down on the bed, watching him as he spoke, then sighing softly. "What if guards come down here?" she asked, using the opportunity to ask questions. "Then there is just no place for me to run" she said, thinking the hallways in here seemed one way only. "Are you really protecting me, or did you lead me down here and put me in a tomb?" she asked, wondering why he was really being nice to her. She bit her tongue on a million other questions, instead allowing him to answer the questions she had given him and let it go.<br><br>Judis walked back through the gates, and found the guards gathered around the crates, shouting and whooing. Upon spotting Judis, they all silenced, and avoided looking at him. "Don't do anything you'll regret" he said, then walked to his chambers, gathering a few things and heading towards the hangar, hearing them once again begin shouting as they opened the crates. They had all been waiting for Judis to leave first.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] The Chronicles of Crematoria- Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shihong</strong> on <strong>03-02-2010, 22:58:12</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Flayer shook his head, swatting away her worries with a flick of his hand.&nbsp; <em>"Miss Jemma, if I truly intended to put you in a tomb then I assure you that the Slam has plenty of places better than a cell in Solitary Confinement.&nbsp; My intentions are both pure and just.&nbsp; Any guard that comes in here without my permission will have to answer to the Warden herself, and I assure you that <strong>her</strong> wrath is not something to be taken lightly.&nbsp; You will be safe here."</em><br><br>Another wave and the lights in the room dimmed to a more comfortable level for sleeping, and the Beast's form became increasingly hard to discern in the darkness.&nbsp; <em>"I hope that is all.&nbsp; I can sate your curiosity further later, if you desire to ask more of me, but for now I have my own duties to attend to.&nbsp; Pleasant dreams."</em><br><br>Right before the woman's eyes her would-be guardian seemed to vanish, though his form appeared briefly outlined as the far door open and closed behind him.&nbsp; Jemma was left alone to her thoughts and a silence that she likely hadn't been able to enjoy for many days now.&nbsp; Perhaps now she could finally get some real rest, free of fear or worry.&nbsp; Of course she would be unaware of the unread and encrypted message still lurking in Judis's private terminal, a message that would reveal certain facts about her identity that would be better left unknown.&nbsp; For now the Enforcer would be kept busy, no doubt attempting to restrain the guards from forcing themselves on women that had not been warned of the impending shipment of drugs and liquor.&nbsp; But what might happen later was anybody's guess...
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] The Chronicles of Crematoria- Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bubblez</strong> on <strong>05-02-2010, 02:41:37</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Rae tired of sitting in the dark soon. She was not one for inaction in the face of adversity. Garnering her courage and her weapons she began to make her way back up to the cells. It would not be fair to leave the other women unprotected, they had not all been trained like she had. No matter that the training had been of the worst sort, it had done it's job and now she faced her fears head on and with out much of the fear she had before. They could never take her soul from her, maybe her heart and maybe her body, but not the part that made her her.<br><br>She crept along the walls, staying out of sight of the inmates, making her way towards Liberty and Blair's cells. She wanted to make sure they, amongst others like Elizabeth were alright and out of danger.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] The Chronicles of Crematoria- Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zelric Miras</strong> on <strong>06-02-2010, 00:47:40</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Smiling at his work, Yrec hid the blade in his braid again and moved up to his cell. He didin't knew how long he had been down there but he accomplished what he wanted. Two stone knives glitened in his hand, both were tougher than steel and sharper, "Good enough to pierce steel armor" he muttered grinning. <br><br>He glanced around and moved up the levels through the dark passages, he had been there before and despite not being ble to see in the dark that well, his other senses made it almost innecesary. He went inside his cell and closed the door, a good sleep was somewhat needed.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] The Chronicles of Crematoria- Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kotah</strong> on <strong>22-02-2010, 01:05:55</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Liberty followed her friend back to her cell, she paused here and there to warn the random woman she passed, but she didn't go out of her way. In fact, she even let a few women slide past ehr on the way. <br><br>Once they were ready, Liberty turned to lead Blair through the prison, she moved as fast as possible to get well out of the way. With a quick final look around, she ducked into the small abandoned room that she met with the guards at. There was a little empty desk, a table, and little else in the room. In fact, there wasn't even really a door to speak off. <br><br>"This is it" she offers, then walk over to the desk to sit, her forearms resting lazily on the faded surface as she looks around the room. Her gun still tucked away inside her bag.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] The Chronicles of Crematoria- Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>playfullchick76</strong> on <strong>22-02-2010, 15:18:17</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Blair didnt know what to expect when Liberty lead her into a room, but one that she clearly knows.She was hoping for a hidden room, where they could..like..hide. This room didnt even have a door to hide the three of them from sight.<br><br>"This is your bolt hole..ok, so we sit here and..stay out of sight.Do any of the other guards know about this room", she asks Liberty and nervously paces with&nbsp; a shock baton and knife in hand.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] The Chronicles of Crematoria- Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bubblez</strong> on <strong>27-02-2010, 15:03:03</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Rae slid along the walls like a shadow, only occasionally would you see a flash of her hair. She watched and waited with baited breath as a pair of guards passed her hiding spot. They were well drunk and higher than a kite. She frowned at the lack of discipline they had. How could this be legal and right. The warden should be taught how to run a prison better than this. At least in her world, there had been order and honor amongst their ranks.<br><br>She moved from the shadows and trailed along behind them to see where they were headed. <br><br>"Ha. Did you know there is a room that the little tart that does the exchanges with guards?" one of the men joked with the other.<br><br>"Maybe we could make use of it. Ya know, take em in there and have our fun and then drop them off the railings." the other replied.<br><br>Rae was almost seeing red, how dare they think their lives were worth more than anyone else's. She moved stealthily and made her way closer. They continued to talk vile things and had decided to go there in hopes that someone would be hiding there.<br><br>She prayed liked hell no one was, but if so, she could take them out without killing them, although perhaps they deserved it. Rae had hoped to find the nasty guard that had killed her family, but it seemed he wasn't out and about in this neck of the woods, well at least not yet anyhow.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] The Chronicles of Crematoria- Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kotah</strong> on <strong>18-03-2010, 04:49:48</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The little tart is still sitting at the desk, looking over at Blair as she keeps her bag secure in her lap. "Only a couple of them, but I don't think they would come here. It's kinda out of the way." And she was proven wrong only seconds later when she heard a noise out on the catwalks. "Then again, I may be a fucking idiot." she mutters mostly to herself as she pushes to her feet, and scoots the chair back into the desk. It would figure that with a prison full of women out int he open, the guards would come and barge in on the two in the room back in this tunnel. She has been having shitty luck, and it all started with getting caught.<br><br>She shakes her head as she settles the bag on the desk, and reaches inside to withdraw her gun. Yeah, that's right. She may be a tart, but she had no intention of fucking around. Then she went about arranging herself just so. The hand holding the gun moving to conceal it partially behind her thigh, as well as scooting around to the other side of the desk. The guards would have to look under the desk, and around her to see the gun. <br><br>"Just stay quiet." she mutters to herself after all was said and done. "They may not be coming here." Hey, everyone needed a little hope.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] The Chronicles of Crematoria- Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>playfullchick76</strong> on <strong>19-03-2010, 16:02:29</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Blair didnt want to kill if she could avoid it, as killing guards had consequences, only if her life was at stake would she sink her knife into an artery. Still, she had no intention of rolling over and letting them ghost her after having their fun with her, and Liberty meant a lot to her, she would be violated just like her, of that she had no doubt.<br><br>Lifting her head up as she heard the sound of someone on the catwalk outside, she sighed as Sods law was clearly in effect. Things were about to get all fraced up. Deciding to hide her weapons, to lull them into a false sense of security, she hid her shockbaton under her top, so she could reach it by pulling it from behind her back, and hid her knife where she could reach it in less than a second.<br><br>"They may pass us by, lets hope they do", she whispers to herself and crosses her fingers to hope for favourable luck. Moving to stand by Liberty, she glanced at her and stood ready for anything.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] The Chronicles of Crematoria- Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bubblez</strong> on <strong>20-03-2010, 03:16:19</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Rae was on the mens heels and they still had no idea. How people like this could get to be guards was beyond her, they all needed a good lesson in stealth, not to mention good morals. But then again, she doubted it would be her to teach them, perhaps Stilleto, or maybe even the Beast.<br><br>As they reached the doorway into the hiding area and went for the women, she jumped forward and knocked their heads together. She chuckled at the sickening crunch of bones and smiled at the ladies in there.<br><br>"Care to join in the fun ladies, I would hate to keep it to myself, and considering what they were wanting to do to you, I would suggest getting your hits in now." she said by way of a greeting...
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] The Chronicles of Crematoria- Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>playfullchick76</strong> on <strong>21-03-2010, 01:57:23</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Ready and waiting for a guard to enter, so she could shock him and appropriate his weapons, she held back when she&nbsp; saw that it was Rae.<br><br>Glancing at Liberty, she was as surprised as her as Rae knocked her head against hers, then LIberty's.&nbsp; Falling to her knees and pressing a hand to her forehead, she picked up her shockstick, set it to the lowest setting, then swung it at her.<br><br>Not enough to knock her out, but just enough to&nbsp; bring her to her knees and keep her unsteady for quite a few minutes.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] The Chronicles of Crematoria- Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zelric Miras</strong> on <strong>21-03-2010, 02:08:37</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Blood woke up with a start hearing movement outside, his hand swiftly moved to the blade he had carved a few hours earlier. Noticing it was an inmate walking by, he relaxed and sat to sharpen the blade he had hid in his braid.<br><br>The stone made gentle scraping sounds as he grinded it against the blade, muffling it somewhat with a rag he had recovered from a corpse that the cats left behind.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] The Chronicles of Crematoria- Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bubblez</strong> on <strong>11-04-2010, 15:16:18</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				(Just in case I was misunderstood, Rae was banging the guards heads together, not the girls)&nbsp; ;D<br><br>Rae moved back from the room as the women lookedf ready to fight with her as well as the guards. That was the way of life in here, you never knew even if you did help if you would get danger in return. She slid backwards out of the room and moved swiftly down the catwalk. She paused when she saw Blood as they called him working on a knife.<br><br>"You might want to keep that handy, especially if you are in a killing mood. The guards are moving about freely tonight and they make wonderful prey when they are drunk. Have a pleasant evening Blood." with that Rae jumped from that cat walk to the next and sped down to a lower level where she could think. <br><br>It was irritating to know she had to wait on the Beast to provide her with the opportunity to see and deal with that damn guard who should be down here instead of up there. She wasn't sure how long she had until the team tried to come back for her. She needed to get word to them that she wouldn't ve going back. She would be dying down here in the bowels of hell. Maybe they woud take her remains home and set them free in the breeze so that she would be free when she was truly gone.<br><br>With those thoughts in mind she began formulating a plan how to get up into the communications rooma nd get a message out.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] The Chronicles of Crematoria- Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>playfullchick76</strong> on <strong>12-04-2010, 16:10:19</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				(oops, i misunderstood, my apologies)<br><br>She was expecting to deal with the guards, but Rae beat her to it and took care of them nicely. She could tell that they werent dead, just unconscious and unable to have any fun for a while. In case Rae wasnt quite done, she had her stockstick ready. She didnt know Rae quite well enough just yet. Before Blair could say anything about her technique, Rae was gone again.<br><br>Going after her was a bad idea, but she planned to seek out Rae tomorrow when fun night for the guards was over and congradulate her. She knew good technique when she saw it, after all.<br><br>"Ok, that was sudden. Hopefully theyre the last ones for the night, but if not, just be ready for anything",she told Liberty, then knelt down to rip the guards tops for material to bind their wrists together behind their backs.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] The Chronicles of Crematoria- Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zelric Miras</strong> on <strong>12-04-2010, 16:46:06</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Blood raised an eyebrow at her comment. He was indeed in a killing mood, as always, but taking out guards wasnn't intelligent. At least not here, maybe in the lower levels, in the dark caves, make it look like the cats did it, but not right now. He raised the blade, the base between his eyes, the tip pointed at her. "Seems it is ready...I see, thank you for the heads up. Be careful too perhaps such an appealing lady would be a more attracting prey than myself." he called, watching her move away and saw her jump down. <br><br>"Ineresting folks indeed..." he muttered while he braided his hair again, hiding the blade inside. He would rather if it wasn't removed from him, if it could cut the hard rock below, perhaps it could give some damage to the plating the guards used in their uniforms. He took out the stone blade he had carved before and a smaller chip of it. He began carving a hole for the peg, so he could use it with the hilt. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] The Chronicles of Crematoria- Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Odin</strong> on <strong>13-04-2010, 16:42:17</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Judis stopped at the small panel on the wall at the dead end, and reached forward, putting in a code and releasing the lock. The secret door pressurized, before slowly opening. Looking in at the two girls and the downed guards, he was relieved. Blair and Liberty... He assumed they'd come here, and was glad they did. Glimpsing from Blair, to Liberty, he smiled softly. "Want to see the sun set?" he asked them.<br><br>Sun set would mean taking them pretty much outside. Something no guard would do. The door was meant for one thing and one thing only... It lead into the room that the gas charges were released... The room they were standing in was actually intended to release deathly gas into the prison.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] The Chronicles of Crematoria- Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>playfullchick76</strong> on <strong>15-04-2010, 17:19:45</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The guards would come through that doorway,she was sure of it, so sure, that she didnt watch her back. The sound of something opening up behind her surprised her,something that didnt happen here too often. Spinning around, she held her weapons,ready to use them to prevent a violation or assault to her person.<br><br>One look at the guards face, Judis', told her that he wouldnt harm her. Lowering her weapons, she smiled at Liberty and moved closer to Judis.<br>"I wasnt sure if I would see you today, or tonight. Its so hard to know if its day or night out there, not that it matters", she said matter of factly and just knew that she could trust him.<br><br>"See the sun set, I havnt seen a sunset in.. I dont know how long its been, hell yes", she said and hid her weapons on her person, then took Liberty's hand in hers and led her towards Judis.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] The Chronicles of Crematoria- Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Odin</strong> on <strong>15-04-2010, 18:24:10</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				When the girls passed him, he moved aside, hitting the close button on the panel once they were out of the jail system. Several seconds passed, before he moved passed them and began slowly walking through the passages. He was obviously in no rush to return them to the prison system. A short field trip would be an amazing experience for the prisoners, but also a horrible tease.<br><br>"The sun moves so quickly on Crematoria... If you went off day and night here, you'd die of lack of sleep" he commented, a small frown playing at his features. "But this place seems to revolve around death" he said, then shook his head before turning down a dead end, and opening the small panel on the wall. The door opened, and Judis took the girls on to the small platform overlooking the vast burning plains of Crematoria. The drop was steep, obviously only a storage area or emergency escape route.<br><br>He looked over the scene before him, before turning to check the reaction of the two girls, seeing the outside world for the first time in... God knows how long.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] The Chronicles of Crematoria- Main thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>playfullchick76</strong> on <strong>17-04-2010, 17:54:05</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Why was Judis doing this. To gain friends in the prison perhaps, or to just feel like he was doing a good thing. They would have to return to the prison proper, making that part the hard, teasing part. But she wasnt going to say no to this. Not many did good things here, Crematoria wasnt a place of hope, it was a place of death, and nothing would change that.<br><br>Keeping up with him, she took in as many details as possible, not missing a thing. She mapped out the route, in case she ever found her way here by some means. Staying with him as he lead them to what looked like a dead end to her, he surprised them by opening a panel, which made a hidden doorway open up. Glancing at Liberty, she guided her in with her and stopped on the platform.<br><br>"By all the old gods, this is incredible", she said, amazed at the sight before her. Neither of them had seen the outside of Crematoria in many years. Despite the scarring to the planet, it was almost beautiful, the way the sun shone down, oh the sun. She missed seeing the sun, feeling the heat against her skin, warming her.<br><br>Tears of joy brimmed in her eyes, which she rushed to wipe away before anyone saw them.<br><br>
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