The Children of Yggdrasil - IC
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				Title: <strong>The Children of Yggdrasil - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DudelRok</strong> on <strong>29-02-2012, 22:10:08</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/e1/Children_of_Ygg_5_tweak.JPG)<br></div><hr><br>The clink of china sounded as her teacup met with saucer before she lowered it to balance precariously on her knees. Ice blue eyes scanned the surroundings of the study idly, flitting everywhere -- the floor to ceiling bookshelves, the grand oak desk, the plush carpeting -- and resting anywhere but on the older woman seated across from her. Blonde hair that was a few shades lighter than her own, and the same piercing blue eyes bore holes straight into her. <br><br>"Jennifer," the woman snapped irritably, "are you listening to me?!"<br><br>Stifling her sigh with another sip of tea, she murmured meekly over the rim of her cup, "Yes, mother."<br><br>"I do <em>not</em> want you to involve yourself with these people! They're dangerous! You don't know what could happen, and meeting in person?" Her mother scoffed, "What <em>is</em> going on in that head of yours? Are you even thinking properly?!"<br><br>This time an irritated sigh did escape her lips, this conversation had been repeated on a nearly daily basis for the last few weeks. Her slip in demeanor only caused her mother's lips to purse tightly together in response. "Mother, I've already told you, these people need help and I want to help them."<br><br>"They don't need help! They're lunatics! People like that should just be locked up somewhere and kept away from society." Before she could continue with her tirade, Jenny placed her cup and saucer down on the table a bit harder than necessary as some of the milky brown tea sloshed over the side.<br><br>"Mother, please! Why can't you ju--"<br><br>Her mother promptly cut her off with a huff. "I don't see why you can't just hold your meetings over the interwebs! This isn't surgery that needs to be performed. Stop being so stubborn and just do as I say for once."<br><br>Again, she attempted to explain to her mother for the hundredth time, though there was obviously an impatient strain edging the calm tone she spoke in. "The reason why we're meeting off the net is <em>because</em> attempts at helping them online haven't produced any positive results. If anything, they may have only worsened and thus it is my responsibility to..."<br><br>"Oh hush! Why must you always be like this. You never listen to me! If your father were still around he'd..."<br><br>Darkness blinded her as her mother promptly cut her out of her channel and Jenny was left to disengage from the net with a resigned sigh. The taste of Lady Grey still lingered on her tongue though it was quickly fading, and as her eyes slowly opened, the only bookshelves that met her eyes were worn and falling apart with barely any books stacked atop their drooping shelves. <br><br>With the Interwebs dominating all facets of life, actual paper books were a rarity now. The main public library of New-New York was merely a sad rundown shadow of its former glory from centuries ago. Yet there are still the few who cling on to a dying way of life as they collect books. Most of the missing books from the library had either been scavenged or thrown in a fire for fuel during the cold winter nights. Even so, the facilities were maintained to a small degree as many used the building for shelter at night -- especially during snowy days when the world dimmed due to the layer of dark gray fluff descending from the sky, as breathing in the air outside at those times felt very much like inhaling burning charcoal.<br><br>The neighborhood was deafeningly quiet as it was mostly un-populated. Situated in the middle was the main public library of New-New York and Jenny had specifically chosen this location for its convenience. Why so convenient? Due to how vacant the surrounding area was, there was no fear of any incidents getting out of hand and innocent civilians being involved. Police were out of sight but still on call...though with the growing unease in society, there were also the few volunteers who preferred to take matters into their own hands.<br><br>Seated in the middle of the main reading room, a circle of empty chairs fanning out around her own, the blonde in her late 30s checked the time yet again. A small table of refreshments was behind her. Dr. Jennifer Hudgeworth, supposedly the best psychotraumatic therapist in the country, pulled up a blank memo and began 'typing' as her fingers moved across a virtual keyboard projecting from her small handheld device. <br><br><hr><br><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Time:</strong> 3:45 PM : December 21st, 2198<br><strong>Weather:</strong> Cold &amp; Wet. Chance of snow 48% (None yet.)<br><strong>Location:</strong> New-New York, Main City: Public Library (Largely Empty and Void of Life)<br><br>Today will be the first meeting of "Voice Counseling". Mother is still adamant on her views, but my own haven't changed either. If anything, anxiety is starting to gnaw at me as I wait for <em>them</em> to arrive. I know that many of them had been detained in prison for some time, even now the news continually reports on the government debates of whether or not high security prisons should be built. <br>&nbsp;<br>Every day, my colleagues question me and I find that I'm beginning to question myself as well. Why <em>are</em> these people acting in such a way? Is it something to do with their genetics, a mutation that has gone largely unnoticed until now? Or are they being affected by an unknown virus? If so, is it contagious? All I have are questions, and answers continually elude me. Hopefully these VC sessions will shed light on the situation before further testing takes my patients from me. Those tests are utterly abominable, even if it is for the sake of science...<br><br>It is now almost 4 p.m., they should be arriving soon. Shall log the session later and hope for the best.</span><br><br><hr><hr><br>Please keep in mind that in the year 2198, psychotraumatic therapists are a rarity. Dr. Jennifer Hudgeworth is one of the few who decided to pursue a career that had been viewed as a dying profession until recently. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Children of Yggdrasil - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DarkWorld0BrightHope</strong> on <strong>01-03-2012, 04:17:26</strong>
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				<em>Recently I was told that if I wanted to get out of detainment that I needed to cooperate with with the counseling options they were going to provide me. Between restricted movement and a chance of getting out and moving again, therapy seemed the obvious choice. Voice Counseling seemed the most viable option so I simply went with that, given how convenient it sounded.<br><br>It wasn't like I did anything wrong. I probably saved a bunch of lives with what I did. They were devious beings, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. Sure they looked cute and cuddly, that's what the enemy wanted you to think, but in truth they were sadistic bastards in disguise designed by the enemy. I was completely justified, I an a hero.<br><br>No matter. There won't be anymore of that. I did my duty, if they don't appreciate it so be it, I'll just move on and let them watch in horror as their children die.<br><br>The session was supposed to begin soon, and no one else appears to be here yet, save the counselor woman. I guess I'll just sit down.</em> <br><br>Detrius took a seat as far as he could fron the doctor, waving lightly and trying not to disturb her much. He sat there as comfortably as he could and started examining the layout of the room as he waited for others to arrive.<br><br>His entrance had been rather uneventful, he had been escorted to the facility by two of the prison guards and was told to come to this room. Nothing all that special, as there appeared plenty of security here to begin with, all in all quite ordinary.<br><br>He noticed another come in as he was rubbing his neck trying to get an itch out.
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				Post by: <strong>WendySlaveGirl</strong> on <strong>01-03-2012, 09:19:20</strong>
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				Sarah arrived in the room shortly after Detrius. She nodded to him and the doctor as she glanced around the room, trying to get a feel for what was going to happen here. She had been lucky enough to be released from jail. Her crime, while bad, didn't appear to make her dangerous, at least not like some of the others she had heard about. So she was released and allowed to live in her apartment again with the condition that she wear a tracking anklet and that she go to these meetings.<br><br>She moved to a chair roughly halfway between the doctor and Demetrius and eased down into it, smoothing down her black skirt. She brushed her bangs out of her face, and looked back and forther between the two of them, not willing to be the first person to break the silence. She wanted, no craved, a cigarette which was odd because until the gallery had burned down she'd never smoked before. She sighed softly and waited for the other arrivals.
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				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>01-03-2012, 15:33:49</strong>
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				Kenzie entered, taking in her surroundings. She had been parolled, thanks to the tracker on her ankle, and the circumstances of her crimes. It had been decided that there were...mitigating factors, in her actions. She knew what she'd done, she'd heard the evidence, even seen video from the last time.<br><br>As she walked in, she stepped out of her shoes, and left them behind. Her clothing was colorful, matching the rainbow pattern in her hair. She took a seat front and centre. She stepped up onto it, before turning around and sitting with her legs crossed to face the doctor.<br><br>She didn't care to speak first, since she had nothing to say. She didn't remember what she'd done, so, ultimately, she had no idea what her problem was, even if she knew she had one.
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				Post by: <strong>Love And Submission</strong> on <strong>01-03-2012, 20:00:59</strong>
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				Ness was third to arrive which h was rather unlike him for the most part , it was most likely the fault of those pesky guards who were transporting him to the library. Prim&nbsp; , Proper and always on time. That was the way a lawyer was supposed to be.&nbsp; <em>"A&nbsp; Library in 2198? What is this the dark ages?</em> Ness thought to himself as he bus came to a complete stop outside the aforementioned location. After being unhandcuffed by&nbsp; one of the two guards on the&nbsp; transport vehicle , Ness wiped down is blue and white pine stripped suit and made his way into the building. He smiled brightly as he took notice of the rest of the people already inside."Hello&nbsp; Everyone. My name is Nigel Wright but you can all call me Ness , How is everyone today? Doing fine despite the circumstances we're all faced with glad to hear it."&nbsp; The man in the fancy suit announced as he took a seat&nbsp; &nbsp;in the room and crossed his legs.<br><br><br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>DarkWorld0BrightHope</strong> on <strong>01-03-2012, 21:08:56</strong>
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				The man wasn't shy, Detrius had to give him that, seemed prudent to give him some greeting in return, at the least to opem up the air somewhat.<br><br>Subconciously he gripped his right wrist with his left hand and started running his thumb across the veins there as he spoke, "Detrius Harper. Hi."<br><br>That should suffice, Nigel didn't seem to care much for actual statuses from everyone so much as make himself known, so the name and a simple greeting seemed enough.<br><br>Nigel's fancy attire made Detrius a bit more self-concious of his own lack of such deliberate styling, just a pair of jeans and the only shirt he had been allowed to keep, an antique brown suede shirt that had been in his family for a couple generations he had grown fond of, and a simple plastic children's bracelet the guards allowed him to wear that belonged to his sister.<br><br>The others in the room were more interesting to him, but as they seemed to have their share of quirks judging from their choice of appearance. One looked like the spawn of the sun and an orgy of rainbows while the other seemed her exact opposite and who could easily have been the lovechild of Vincent Price and Slyvia Plath-with better complexion however. Not that knowing these people mattered, not like they'd know each other very long.
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				Post by: <strong>WendySlaveGirl</strong> on <strong>01-03-2012, 21:57:55</strong>
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				Sarah quirked an eyebrow at the stuff lawyer type. She stared at him for a moment, a bit put off by his greeting for some reason. It seemed to...rote. She looked him over. Suit, immaculate hair, clean cut. She nodded to herself. He was a serial killer. Had to be. That was why he was here. Noone could be that repressed and not snap. She bit her lip and looked at the others but decided to hold off on introducing herself since she'd probably have to anyway once the session started.
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				Post by: <strong>jayline</strong> on <strong>02-03-2012, 00:04:25</strong>
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				“It's time for the meeting, Isaac,” Officer Corey says between sips of coffee, “Subway or squad car?”<br><br>Isaac places a black rook adjacent to the white queen's bishop , “Subway, Simon. Always the Subway.”<br><br>“I forget why I ask most days,” The large officer says. A smile spreads across his dark face as gazes at the little plastic chess piece.<br><br>Isaac takes a small sketchbook off a shelf and tucks a large umbrella under his arm. Simon helps him put on his jacket and muffler, and the two step out into the hallway.<br><br>Six months of living under house arrest, no trips without police supervision. Doctor's orders. All for the best. And it has been. But it's coming to a close, and Isaac is dreading it. Everything is scaled back to an officer in the apartment to keep track of Isaac's whereabouts. To make phone calls and smoke cigarettes. To keep things punctual. Simon Corey is the only one who still accompanies him anywhere anymore. Simon is a blessing.<br><br>The subway car speeds under and through the city, hovering smoothly over the magnetized track. Isaac stares out the window as the city flashes by between gaps of darkness. Where did all the time go? And what good had he done with it? A year is still missing from his life. A small portfolio of images he'd drawn from dreams and memories were all the leads he had. Where will he sleep when the officers leave for good? The apartment is too empty for one person. Too many little sounds.<br><br>50th&nbsp;Street,” the car's speakers announce.<br><br>"That's us,” Simon says, tugging on Isaac's arm. The two step onto the platform moments before the doors close. With a slight rush of air, the subway accelerates, and disappears into the tunnel.<br><br>This group session, maybe it's the solution. Maybe it's the next step. The medication keeps Isaac's head from reeling like it had in the hospice. But, there is still that little movement at the edge of sight, the whisper at the edge of sleep. The unseen eyes boring into the back of the head.Simon opens the door of the library and pats him on the shoulder.<br><br>"I'm off, I think it's gonna be Officer Carroll tonight, so take it easy. No rush to get home.”<br><br>Isaac glances up at the black, billowing clouds above.<br><br>"Whatever the weather permits, Simon,” he steps into the library.<br><br>The room is large and empty but for the few chairs and their occupants, and Isaac is very conscious of the clack of his footsteps as he crosses the marble floor to an empty chair and takes a seat. Two women, and two men, each one's appearance contradictory to the other. Isaac gives the four a nod as he removes his muffler and folds it over in his lap.
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				Post by: <strong>Niferbelle</strong> on <strong>02-03-2012, 02:01:39</strong>
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				It was perhaps an inauspicious start that Phaedra arrived for the first session in a foul mood, having not allowed herself to get on line after lunch, knowing how easily she lost track of time and that it would be disastrous to be late. But given that she was still on administrative leave and under house arrest until such time her formal psychological evaluation was filed, there had been little to do with each hour that passed but grow restless and more resentful at how her life had been interrupted all over a simple misunderstanding.<br><br>She entered the reading room, her stride crisp and efficient, dressed in a modest grey suit and low heeled pumps and her dark hair sleeked back in a perfect ponytail with not so much as a hair out of place. She paused as she saw the people who had already assembled, feeling something that was akin to fear but that might have been excitement.<br><br>"Good evening all," she said politely, her liquid brown eyes falling on the doctor whom she recognized from an internet search done the day before. "I'm Phaedra Leitner, do I need to check in or something?"<br><br>Without waiting for a reply she moved swiftly to the nearest empty chair, having no desire to stand in the middle of the floor and be the center of attention. As she settled herself she couldn't help but muse how much Shadowplay would simply love this. Meeting in some anachronistic old library of all things, surrounded by people she knew to be deviants, all under the guidance of a doctor so old fashioned she still believed there was something to be learned from being face to face that you couldn't get from a virtual session. It was too ridiculous really and would be right up shadowplay's alley...if she were real, of course. <br><br>Phaedra cleared her throat lightly and crossed her legs, anxious for things to begin so she could get it over with.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Miss Lilly</strong> on <strong>02-03-2012, 03:18:13</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.youknowyoulovefashion.com/storage/gossipgirl/season4/0404/0404blair2.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Alice Beaumont<br><strong>Age:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;35<br><strong>Crime:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Stabbing her husband 47 times<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Outside the public library in New New York<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;No one<br><hr><br>The ancient building stood tall and imposing as Alice paused on the street in front of it.&nbsp; Looking up at it made her feel small and insignificant, and although that wasn't an unusual state of mind for the thirty five year old to be in, what was unusual was that for once, it wasn't her husband making her feel that way.&nbsp; The bastard deserved what he got, she thought bitterly to herself.&nbsp; It was just too bad that none of the wounds she inflicted upon him were fatal.&nbsp; That being said, if they had been, she'd have been unlikely to get off with just a few annoying councilling sessions.&nbsp; And the silver lining was that she never had to see him again.&nbsp; For his own safety, of course.<br><br>Checking her purse for her supply of candy, Alice popped a piece into her mouth and began climbing the steps to the main doors.&nbsp; Had the stairs been leading her downwards, she would have felt like she was descending into the bowels of hell.&nbsp; Too bad the ascent didn't have the opposite affect.&nbsp; Somehow, Alice doubted that heaven awaited inside the library.&nbsp; <br><br>She entered quietly, following the sounds of muted, awkward conversation coming from what appeared to be the main reading room.&nbsp; Smoothing the front of her coat nervously, Alice kept her eyes on the floor and almost scurried to an empty seat in the circle.&nbsp; She had no desire to get to know the other members of the group, or to have them get to know her.&nbsp; They were likely all criminals, and she just didn't associate herself with <em>those</em> kinds of people.&nbsp; She was a wife and mother.&nbsp; And besides...she had standards.<br><br>Alice leaned back in her chair and closed her eyes.&nbsp; As the Doctor hadn't yet started the session, she may as well relax for a few moments.&nbsp; Clutching her handbad tightly, the gaunt woman let herself float away.&nbsp; Sweet oblivion.&nbsp; Her favourite place to be.<br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Esoteric Myobi</strong> on <strong>02-03-2012, 07:01:10</strong>
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				One by one, the seats in the circle were slowly filled until just two were left empty. With each new attendee, Jenny cross-checked them with the profiles in her notes and quickly skimmed the information to refresh her own memory. While she did have small portrait photos of everyone on file, it wasn't a surprise to her that some of them looked different. Hairstyles changed along with people, and many of the pictures the government held weren't quite as up to date as they could be. <br><br><ul class="bbc_list"><li>Detrius Harper: 24 y/o, burned down a toy story featuring a teddy bear display</li><li>Sarah Black: 20 y/o, self-proclaimed artist, burned down an art gallery</li><li>Kenzie Autumn: 22 y/o, two assaults and an attempted murder - all involving theft and the suspected burglars in question</li><li>Nigel Wright: 24 y/o, lawyer, murder of his client/employer</li><li>Isaac Essbjörn: 29 y/o, concept artist, theft, graffiti, attempted suicide</li><li>Phaedra Leitner: 27 y/o, bureaucrat, attempted murder - slashed neck, claimed roleplay</li><li>Alice Beaumont: 35 y/o, mother, attempted murder - stabbed husband 47 times</li></ul><br>It was already nearly fifteen minutes past the appointed time, and she could clearly see that many of them were either fidgeting to leave or off daydreaming. Despite the two empty chairs, Jenny decided to begin the session. After all, the awkward silence and feeble attempts at conversation created a stifling atmosphere. At this point, she could only assume that they were either terribly late or had decided not to attend their required therapy. <br><br>Keeping the files tabbed in her handheld device, she looked up and smiled warmly at the small group around her. "So. Welcome to 'Voice Counseling'. My name is Dr. Hudgeworth, but feel free to call me Jenny. I'll be your physician for the next few weeks and am available to you at all times. You can get in touch with me at any time, and by the end of today's session I'd like to exchange contact information with each of you." Her voice seemed to echo slightly around the room and she could feel the thick layer of quiet animosity that came with all first meetings. <br><br>"Since you're all here, I'm assuming that you already know you're required to attend these sessions at least once a week. Depending on your progress, some of you may be leaving us sooner instead of later." Her eyes continually roamed from one face to the next, making sure to stop and linger on each one for a few seconds before moving on. Each person's expression was different, and each told a different story. But she didn't just want to guess at the details, she was here to hear their stories and she fully intended to do so.<br><br>She didn't bother waiting for an answer, knowing full well that more deafening silence would probably be their only response to her. After all, none of them would even be here if they didn't need to be. "Well, why don't we all start off by introducing ourselves?" As much as she hated 'ice breakers', she'd found that they were necessary...even if it made her feel as if she were back in the classroom. "Tell us your name and why you think you're here." Her eyes caught on one of them and a small smile quirked the side of her lip before she added jokingly, "And please don't say that it's because you're forced to attend." There was always one smart-alec in every group.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Children of Yggdrasil - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WendySlaveGirl</strong> on <strong>02-03-2012, 07:17:37</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://imagecache6.allposters.com/LRG/37/3749/PCCZF00Z.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Sarah Black<br><strong>Age:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;20<br><strong>Crime:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Burning down an art gallery<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;In the therapy room<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;No one<br><hr><br>Sarah shifted uncomfortably in her seat and looked around as she realized she was the first one called on. She hated being the center of attention and she sighed, fidgeting a little. "My name is Sarah Black. I'm....an artist. Not one of those...fancy ones that just throw stuff at a canvas. I paint real stuff. I also write short stories. I know I dress like a Goth and stuff but I'm not one, this is just my style." She crossed her arms over her belly in a defensive posture. "And I'm here because I...uhhh...allegedly burned down the art gallery at 15th and Broadway."
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				Post by: <strong>Lady Kitsune</strong> on <strong>02-03-2012, 07:25:50</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://fc00.deviantart.net/fs30/f/2008/181/3/9/3968dc010f0bfef5ef15f948d00095b6.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Age:</strong> <span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">18 yrs old</span><br><strong>Crime:</strong> <span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Brutally killed her father and three other for unknown reasons.</span><br><strong>Location:</strong> <span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">New York Library, the therapy room</span><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> <span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">-- --</span><br><hr><br><br><br>Winter stepped out into the cold chill of day, a day as gray as her mood.&nbsp; She let out a sigh, her breath pluming white in a cloud.&nbsp; She watched it dissipate feeling as if it was just like her life.&nbsp; Intangible and disappearing before her eyes.&nbsp; Nothing felt real anymore and she didn’t think it would ever be again.&nbsp; She turned her head, the white layers of her hair falling forward to obscure her eyes.&nbsp; She looked back at the little sushi shop where she lived.&nbsp; Or half lived.&nbsp; She worked there as well.&nbsp; It was….nice.&nbsp; The couple was like the grandparents she never knew, trusting and kind.&nbsp; They encouraged her to go to school and make something of herself.&nbsp; They were just as unreal to her as her existence.&nbsp; Despite herself, she smiled.&nbsp; They were good and that was what mattered most.<br><br>Being good helped her get parole.&nbsp; Because she was so young, the state wanted to give her a chance and this couple was willing to put up their home and give her a job as long as she continued to “reform”.&nbsp; As long as she acted “normal” she would be safe.&nbsp; Safety was relative but for now, she would take what she had.&nbsp; She swept back her hair and began the walk to the library.&nbsp; It was only a bloc from where she lived but it was cold and if she wanted to be warm again, she was going to have to make her pace brisk if nothing else. <br><br>She hugged her black pea coat tighter to body, thankful she had decided to wear boots instead of tennis shoes.&nbsp; There was slush on the sidewalk and no matter how hard she tried to avoid the puddles, she ended up in one.&nbsp; People in New York didn’t like to be courteous and walked like they owned the sidewalk.&nbsp; Her nose was growing cold and she sniffed, the cold harsh to breath in.&nbsp; A man bumped her, nearly knocking her to the ground.<br><br>“Watch yourself, bitch!”<br><br><em>Ooooo, let me at him.&nbsp; I’ll show him who’s a bitch.&nbsp; I’ll cut his fu-</em><br><br>“No,” she whispered harshly.&nbsp; Her head was down but a woman looked at her askance as she passed.&nbsp; Winter lowered her voice, barely a sound passing her lips.&nbsp; “We don’t do that anymore.&nbsp; We have to be….good.”<br><br><em>You be good.&nbsp; Good is boring.&nbsp; I’m suppose to protect you, Winter.&nbsp; How the hell am I suppose to do that if you don’t let me out?</em><br><br>“Don’t be mad.&nbsp; Besides…you keep the <em>others</em> away.”<br><br>There was a small pause of silence in her mind.&nbsp; The other voices, they were scary.&nbsp; Some she wasn’t so sure were a part of her.&nbsp; Sugar understood.&nbsp; Sugar did the things that Winter couldn’t but they both agreed that to live without trouble from the law, they had to be good.&nbsp; It didn’t matter if their task was still unfinished.&nbsp; They had to figure out why it was even necessary, even when the voices demanded her obedience.&nbsp; Sugar was strong where Winter wasn’t but Sugar was also….excessive and hard to control.&nbsp; Winter managed by letting her out every now and then but after waking up in a strange man’s bed with weird marks on her body, she kept a lid on her.&nbsp; <br><br><em>It’s getting harder.&nbsp; I think they are getting stronger.&nbsp; You have to let me out more often.&nbsp; It’s the only way.</em><br><br>“I don’t know.&nbsp; I just don’t know.”&nbsp; She had stopped in front of the steps of the library.&nbsp; The two great lions stood guard.&nbsp; Winter was suddenly shivering uncontrollably.&nbsp; If those statues had been dogs, she would have run away screaming.&nbsp; She felt Sugar’s concern and immediately tried to control herself.&nbsp; <br><br>“I-I’m okay,” she said as she mounted the steps.<br><br><em>No you aren’t.&nbsp; You are scared shitless.&nbsp; This is serious shit.&nbsp; If I feel you can’t handle it, I’m taking over.</em><br><br>Winter said nothing and entered the building.&nbsp; Her relationship with Sugar was symbiotic.&nbsp; Winter had the control but it was more a mutual agreement and Sugar listened.&nbsp; Something to do with power controls and necessity.&nbsp; She never was quite sure what that therapist was talking about but they called it schizophrenia but Winter thought more like split personality.&nbsp; Sugar was just too different.<br><br>She walked down the center of the main room, her boots echoing loudly almost as loud as her thumping heart.&nbsp; The place was practically empty and reminded her of a museum.&nbsp; It seemed kind of creepy.&nbsp; The books that lined the walls seemed more like they were staring at her.&nbsp; It just seemed like the whole place was holding its breath.&nbsp; She wanted to run to the other end of the room to the where she was meeting the lady who was suppose to help her.&nbsp; She focused her eyes on that door and but her shoes were so loud she dare not go any faster.<br><br><em>Boom.&nbsp; Boom.&nbsp; Boom.</em>&nbsp; Her anxiety grew and grew and she thought she was going to freak out.&nbsp; Everything was to loud, even her breathing.&nbsp; Her silvery gray eyes began to water in her fear, fear that was rising continuously.&nbsp; The shadows grew longer and making her start as if they reached out for her.&nbsp; Something ominous hung in the air and just as she made it to the door it felt as if something or someone was behind her.&nbsp; Her eyes widened and her breath grew ragged.&nbsp; She spun around and….nothing.&nbsp; Panic set in as if nothing was worse.&nbsp; She looked about her for a place to hide and found herself looking at her reflection in a glass covered shelf.&nbsp; She nearly screamed as it was a perfect mirror image.<br><br><em>STOP IT! Stop! Stop-</em><br><br>“Stop!”&nbsp; The word echoed loudly around the empty hall with its shelves of books and desks with little green lamps.&nbsp; She stood there with clenched fists for a moment and then she smiled.&nbsp; “I’ll take it from here, sweetie.&nbsp; I know how you hate meeting new people.”<br>Sugar pulled from her pocket a tube of red lipstick and in three quick strokes, applied the color to her lush lips expertly.&nbsp; Smacking them together, she put the tube in her pocket and unbuttoned a few buttons on the blue cotton camp shirt.&nbsp; She frowned to see a tank top underneath.&nbsp; “Really, a tank top.&nbsp; We have&nbsp; a rack with looking at and only you could find a way to look drab.”<br><br><em>Not here to sleep around.&nbsp; We’re here to find out what the hell is wrong with us.</em><br><br>“Stronger on the inside,” Sugar said, shaking her head.&nbsp; “Fine.&nbsp; Let’s see if this lady is a joke or what.”<br><br>Sugar opened the door and looked for the room.&nbsp; When she walked in, she was surprised to see there were people there already.&nbsp; Even who.&nbsp; It looked like the beginning of a really bad chick flick.&nbsp; Still she smiled, especially at the cute one.<br><br><em>Not now!</em><br><br>Sugar’s lip twitched in acknowledgement.&nbsp; Fine, she would be good….today.&nbsp; She gave the man a wink and then her red stained lips formed a rather luscious ‘O’ of surprise.&nbsp; The session had already started.&nbsp; She glanced at her watch and saw it had stopped.&nbsp; Ewwww.&nbsp; <br>“Sorry, I guess I’m late,” she said rather sheepishly.&nbsp; She took a seat near the well dressed guy.&nbsp; He couldn’t be too bad.&nbsp; She crossed her slim legs and leaned back as if she were an old hat to group therapy.&nbsp; In a way she was.&nbsp; Winter had a real problem with group settings but Sugar didn’t mind.&nbsp; Sugar liked group anything.<br><br><em>Really!&nbsp; Be serious!&nbsp; I can see what you are thinking in here!</em><br><br>Sugar rolled her eyes and looked around.&nbsp; Well, the stories should definitely be interesting.&nbsp; She looked at the girl with multi-colored hair and was a little jealous.&nbsp; Every time she tried to dye this white mop, the dye just washed out.&nbsp; Not even a hint at a bad dye job.&nbsp; <br><br>She managed to come in when the lady was asking for introductions and she wondered who would be first.&nbsp; Well, it wasn’t going to be her.&nbsp; She pulled a lollipop from her pocket and unwrapped it, the cellophane crackling and loud.&nbsp; She let the wrapper fall to the floor and then put the sucker in her mouth, rolling it back and forth.&nbsp; Someone spoke up and she leaned forward.&nbsp; Burnt down a gallery?&nbsp; Now that was interesting.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Children of Yggdrasil - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DarkWorld0BrightHope</strong> on <strong>02-03-2012, 07:38:55</strong>
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				It wasn't like there was much to say, but he did decide this was his best option after all, he felt the least he should do was amuse them. He released his grip on his right wrist and did a bit of a wave.<br>"Detrius Harper, former university student, major in history, career goal historian. Hobbies include baking and apparently vigilante justice. Detained for deliberately destroying public property for the sake of saving lives." He said stiffly, fully trying to say as little as possible.<br><br>His eyes settled upon Sarah, she didn't say much herself, but she said enough to remain interesting. The fact she spoke up first helped a bit. Detrius decided it'd be prudent to try not to give her too much attention so as to not be made to be off-guard.<br><br>He looked elswhere and landed on Phaedra, another who had previously introduced herself. She seemed a bit more of a mystery to him though not having had much time to observe her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Children of Yggdrasil - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WendySlaveGirl</strong> on <strong>02-03-2012, 07:44:17</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://imagecache6.allposters.com/LRG/37/3749/PCCZF00Z.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Sarah Black<br><strong>Age:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;20<br><strong>Crime:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Burning down an art gallery<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;In the therapy room<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;No one<br><hr><br>She watched the new girl walk in and blinked. This one appeared to be the exact opposite of her, a feeling only reinforced when she dropped the lollipop wrapper on the floor. She almost seemed like she was putting on a show, trying to act like a bimbo to draw attention to herself. Still, Sarah noticed how she seemed quite interesting to hear of what she had done. It was while she was regarding the newcomer that Detrius spoke up. She listened to his story and was intriqued. His crime was doing something that actually saved people? That didn't make sense. She suddenly realized he was looking at her and she flushed, looking away, annoyed for the umpteenth time that her blushes showed so well on her pale skin.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Children of Yggdrasil - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Miss Lilly</strong> on <strong>02-03-2012, 08:57:04</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.youknowyoulovefashion.com/storage/gossipgirl/season4/0404/0404blair2.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Alice Beaumont<br><strong>Age:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;35<br><strong>Crime:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Stabbing her husband 47 times<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;In therapy, trying hard not to be noticed<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;No one<br><hr><br>The clear, professional voice of Doctor you can call me Jenny Hudgeworth cut through the pleasant fog that Alice had been enjoying.&nbsp; To her credit, she did try hard to focus on what the woman was saying, but it was hard to stay in the here and now.&nbsp; Oblivion was more attractive than therapy, and much easier to attain.&nbsp; However, the authorities had made it perfectly clear that unless Alice participated fully in these therapy sessions, her son would stay right where he was. In foster care. That thought alone was enough to dissipate the haze that had settled over Alice's brain.<br><br>Having sat through the introductions of one Sarah Black, artist; one Detrius Harper, budding historian; and endured the sudden arrival of a girl who's colouring was reminiscent of a winters day, and who nonchalantly dropped her wrapper on the floor (it took all of Alice's self control not to rush over, pick up the piece of cellophane and throw it in the nearest trash can), she decided that now was as good a time as any to get her part in the introduction nightmare over and done with.<br><br>She sat a little straighter in her chair and cleared her throat lightly.<br><br>"My name is Alice Beaumont."&nbsp; Her voice had a dreamlike quality, soft and ethereal.&nbsp; "I'm here because my husband didn't like the way I kept the house.&nbsp; Or myself."<br><br>Losing her train of thought, the thin woman slumped back into her chair.&nbsp; It was a fair guess that Doctor Jenny would know the details of why she was here, and quite frankly Alice didn't think it was anyone else's business.&nbsp; It wasn't like any of them would give two hoots anyway.<br><br>Resisting the urge to have another piece of candy, Alice clutched her handbag tighter and waited for the interrogation to begin.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Children of Yggdrasil - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>02-03-2012, 15:08:12</strong>
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				Kenzie listened to the others with interest, though she had no idea if they were all telling the truth or not. Of course, that hardly mattered to her, she was in therapy, not for them, but for herself, it wouldn't do to live with some kind of insanity switch in her head, flicking on and off to send her into a killing rampage, when she couldn't even remember doing it.<br><br>She finally spoke up after Alice Beaumont, who expressed what she was almost certain wasn't the direct cause of her being there.<br><br>"I'm Kenzie Autumn," she said, " I assaulted three men severely, and attempted to kill the last one, I am here because I don't remember doing that."<br><br>Kenzie was, she knew, more focused on herself than the others, though some of what they'd said did seem, odd. Of course, she doubted if any of them had the commitment to the truth that she did.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Children of Yggdrasil - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WendySlaveGirl</strong> on <strong>02-03-2012, 20:25:06</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://imagecache6.allposters.com/LRG/37/3749/PCCZF00Z.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Sarah Black<br><strong>Age:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;20<br><strong>Crime:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Burning down an art gallery<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;In the therapy room<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;No one<br><hr><br>Sarah smirked as the housewife claimed she was here because of her husband. That woman was clearly the most insane person here if the odd, glazed look in her eyes was any clue. She'd got out on a limb and assume the woman was probably also the most repressed person in this fraternity of crazy. She glanced between her and the lawyer, no long sure who the most dangerous person in the room was. She listened to Kenzie's introduction and slowly nodded to herself. Sure, Kenzie was an attempted murderer but at least she said it and didn't try to hide it like she suspect Alice was doing.<br><br>As she was thinking all of this she glanced over to Detrius again, curious if he was still looking at her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Children of Yggdrasil - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Love And Submission</strong> on <strong>03-03-2012, 00:31:06</strong>
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				Ness listened intently as the rest of the group spoke&nbsp; attempting gather as much information as he possibly he could on all of them. Like&nbsp; the old saying went&nbsp; , Knowledge was power and power felt good. <em>"As for me&nbsp; &nbsp;, I apparently decapitated on of my former clients with a fire axe. I would like to have it on the record though&nbsp; that but I did&nbsp; &nbsp;successfully defend her&nbsp; in murder trial before doing so." </em> The overly confident lawyer admitted rather nonchalantly , he could care less about being a convicted a murder but being a bad lawyer? Oh no he couldn't have that&nbsp; , that was absolutely unacceptable. In fact in the short time&nbsp; &nbsp;he had spent in prison ,&nbsp; Ness had managed to overturn the convictions of two wrongfully convicted prisoners after avoiding disbarment through several underhanded back door deals.<br><br><em> " So Sarah&nbsp; is it?&nbsp; Nice name. You burned down an art study&nbsp; , Huh? You know I'm a bit of&nbsp; an&nbsp; Aesthete&nbsp; myself. I own&nbsp; a moderately sized&nbsp; Tanguy myself."</em> Nigel spoke aloud in a soft gentle tone before allowing the others to speak again. As he sat back in his chair , Ness wondered if anyone in the group would even know who Tanguy was.. They didn't exactly&nbsp; seem like&nbsp; your typical surrealist crowd&nbsp; &nbsp;, though Kenzie seemed to be rather exuberant and whimsical.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Children of Yggdrasil - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Niferbelle</strong> on <strong>03-03-2012, 19:46:21</strong>
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				It didn't take long for Phaedra to grow more disgruntled though she concealed it well beneath her cool exterior. It began with the white haired woman who was late, something Phaedra considered the worst of manners, and seemed to be treating this as singles mixer with her red lipstick and her winking at the men. Pathetic. And then the hoyden just carelessly dropped her wrapper on the floor and Phaedra's irritation grew until it was difficult not to go over there and pick it up and give the woman a piece of her mind. But the arsonist had finished her brief tale and others were starting to chime in so Phaedra merely sat and listened, fidgeting a bit with the cuff of her jacket, the only external sign of her displeasure at first. <br><br>Phaedra's full lips pursed tighter and tighter as the stories began to unfold and she began to realize exactly how crazy the people she'd been thrown in with were. Everything from vandals to murderers, all thrown together like this, without a sign of security. What were they thinking? Not only did she have nothing in common with these people, she could be in danger if one of them flipped out here. She certainly wasn't about to disclose the humiliating details of her...incident...to these freaks but she had to say something to comply with the doctor. She cleared her throat softly again.<br><br>"There is not much to say, really, about my circumstance," she began, glancing around the room as if to engage her fellow patients but without actually making eye contact with any of them. "It was a misunderstanding over a personal matter. I readily accept responsibility for my poor judgment but it was hardly a criminal matter of a nature that would warrant all this. Nevertheless, I am willing to comply with whatever the courts might require in order to be able to get back to my life." <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Children of Yggdrasil - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DarkWorld0BrightHope</strong> on <strong>03-03-2012, 22:18:12</strong>
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				<em>I wonder how many here are misunderstood, like me. What everyone sees as problems aren't really problems, they just can't see what is really going on. Just want to be loved, protected, and understood, instead of being scrutinized like freaks.<br><br>Though, there are clearly those here who are obviously screwed up. That's fine, whatever led them to this point isn't my concern, I don't know them, and I don't really want to. Their problems aren't mine, but no reason to consider them to be any worse than me when I don't know them.<br><br>I'll just play along, I did what needed to be done, no one else needs to believe the truth.</em><br><br>Most of the others he only gave a brief glance of, Phaedra and Sarah had his interest the most, in spite of his denial of wanting to know about the others here. Phaedra appeared to be rather normal compared to the rest, sure she had a dark and edgy feel but she certainly didn't appear like an oddball compared to most of the others. Sarah was cute, he had to admit, especially with how curious she appeared to be as she glanced back and forth at everyone trying to absorb all the information she could-such curiousity was to be applauded in his eyes, she'd make a fair artist with that if not a scholar.<br><br>A small smile was held back as he caught her looking his way, though it was easily replaced with an eyeroll when the most talkative one of the group quickly tried to flirt with her. Nigel seemed to like drawing attention to himself, perhaps a Type A personality, Detrius only hoped he wasn't one of those egocentric types.<br><br>A soft sigh was emitted from his lips.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Children of Yggdrasil - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WendySlaveGirl</strong> on <strong>04-03-2012, 04:40:12</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://imagecache6.allposters.com/LRG/37/3749/PCCZF00Z.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Sarah Black<br><strong>Age:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;20<br><strong>Crime:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Burning down an art gallery<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;In the therapy room<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;No one<br><hr><br>Her attention turned to Nigel when he spoke and she blinked. He was a literal axe murderer? Somehow it did not surprise her in the least. He looked.....uptight. It would seem her earlier musing on his probably nature was more right than wrong. When he spoke to her she nodded, a bit surprised, and somewhat worried that he singled her out for attention. "It was an art gallery actually and the art they hung was impressionistic and surreal. And I said allegedly, I never said I actually did it."<br><br>She glanced at Detrius and flushed when he caught her looking. She was just curious and she didn't want to give him any ideas. She quickly looked away, pretty sure she heard a sigh from her. She looked at Phaedra, extremely curious what the personal matter was. Considering why they were all here it had to have ended poorly whatever it was. She sighed softly and shifted in her chair, waiting to see who would speak up next.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Children of Yggdrasil - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Michael Corvus</strong> on <strong>04-03-2012, 06:37:14</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1191.photobucket.com/albums/z466/Corvus269/Characters/TimThomasHead.jpg)</div><div class="floatleft">&nbsp; <br><br></div><strong><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Tim Thomas</span></span></strong><br>&nbsp;<strong>Age:</strong> 37<br>&nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>Crime:</strong> Kiling 13 and injuring 7 in a grocery store shooting spree<br>&nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>Location:</strong> Arriving at the Library via police escort ---&gt; Taking a seat in the main reading room with the other&nbsp; &nbsp; "patients"<br>&nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>Tagging:</strong> NPC Armed Guards<br>&nbsp; &nbsp;<hr><br>Black snow crunched under the tires of the plain, white van as it slowed to a halt outside the once proud building that stood a sad and crumbling shadow of it's former glory. The neighborhood was vacant of people, mostly, save for the random vagrant here and there. Two armed guards stepped from the van, both moving guardedly to the back doors which opened to reveal a stocky man dressed in the finest goverment issue orange jumpsuit, the correctional facility's fashion statement for its inmates. His stoic expression was framed by brownish auburn hair, a neatly groomed beard and mustache, and steely blue eyes. Were it not for for the hand cuffs and manacles tethered to a chain about his waist, and his unfortunate attire, one might say he had a kind face, with rugged good looks.<br><br>Hopping down from the back of the van, Tim Thomas shivered against the cold as curious blue eyes took in his surroundings, settling at last upon the once majestic library. <strong>"A library? What, you want me to read you a story,"</strong> he grumbled sarcastically, a hint of humor underlining his words. His voice was a deep baritone that rumbled in his barrel of a chest with a rich and lightly textured quality. <strong>"Fine,"</strong> he huffed as he shuffled up the steps as best as his manacled feet would allow him. <strong>"but I ain't reading no fairy tales or girly books, do I make myself clear?"</strong> He gave a smug grin to the two armed guards as he moved into the grand foyer.<br><br>The sounds of his shuffling steps echoed through the empty halls as he was guided towards the main reading room of the old library, the sounds of muted voiced wafted from the other side of the door. He paused at the door as one of the guards stepped forward and opened it, leading the three men inside the room where Tim noticed the group of people gathered around in a circle as they sat in their chairs, heads turning to investigate the new guy. <strong>"Ah, this is fucking fantastic,"</strong> he mumbled to quietly <strong>"why didn't you tell me we were going to a party? I would've wore something more festive."</strong> The guard behind him zapped him with a hand held stun device sending Tim's face into an unattractive grimace of pain mixed with involuntary muscle spasms. <strong>"Ooooh... that was fun,"</strong> he grumbled through gritted teeth as he eyed the others in the room.<br><br>The armed guard who lead the way into the room approached the doctor, pulling out a small hand held device as he came to a stop beside her. <strong>"I'm sorry we're late, Dr. Hudgeworth. Traffic,"</strong> he declared bluntly as he thumbed the keys on his device. <strong>"I'm transferring his files over to you now. Sorry for the chains, a necessary security precaution. Mr. Thomas killed two more <em>demons</em> while incarcerated. Keep an eye on him. He's all yours now. Good luck Doctor, you're going to need it."</strong> With that the armed guards turned and left the room, leaving Tim standing several feet from the group and the doctor, his stoic impression firmly entrenched as he studied each person in turn.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Children of Yggdrasil - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jayline</strong> on <strong>04-03-2012, 07:02:58</strong>
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				<em>Scratch, scratch, scratch,</em> Isaac is too busy with the pencil to notice the newcomer. It slides over the paper, leaving light, wavy lines. There's a possibility this group is the key to regaining Isaac's old life, so he studies the other members, and measures their reactions to each other as their stories unfold, jotting down notes under each's respective sketch.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m0cf2ygvXy1rr28rro1_500.jpg)</div></div><br><em>Phaedra Leitner, claims misunderstanding, seems unassuming, put off by sensational people,</em> He notes the girl's posture stiffen as the others confess their crimes and adds, <em>afraid of judgement, yet keen to judge?</em><br><br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m0cf4oovxx1rr28rro1_500.jpg)</div></div><br><em>Alice Beaumont, issues with husband, also not sensationalist, seeks escape, disinterested in proceedings,</em> Isaac glances at the white knuckles clutching the handbag. <br><br><em>Why are you here, Alice?</em><br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m0cf5nm38X1rr28rro1_500.jpg)</div></div><br><em>Detrius Harper, former student, historian, destruction of property, flamboyant streak,</em> He watches the young man's eye drift between two of the girls in the circle, and adds, <em>Single.</em><br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m0cf6y4Txa1rr28rro1_500.jpg)</div></div><br><em>Sarah Black, artist, arsonist, dislikes abstraction, afraid of disapproval,</em> The girl locks eyes with Detrius for a moment, and a flush comes to her cheeks.<br><br><em>Also single.</em><br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m0cfaxbUi31rr28rro1_500.jpg)</div></div><br><em>Nigel Wright, prefers "Ness," murder, lawyer, confident, outgoing, wealthy, arrogant,</em> Isaac noted as the man listened attentively to each story, much more so than anyone else in the circle, despite his inflated ego <br><br><em>What are the many faces of Ness Wright?</em><br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m0cf9bFjDK1rr28rro1_500.jpg)</div></div><br><em>Kenzie Autumn, assault, attempted murder, seems honest, disinterested in group,</em> He examines the girl, from her numerous piercings to the vibrant hair and clothing, ending at her bare feet.<br><br><em>a woman of strong convictions.</em><br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m0cfa3zQax1rr28rro1_500.jpg)</div></div><br><em>Unknown female, bold, flirtatious, does not play well with others,</em> Isaac noted the lustful way she eyed the other men, reminiscent of some of the young women at the hospice experiencing hypomania.<br><br><em>Potentially bipolar,</em> He glances up into the woman's sultry smile.<br><br><em>Watch your back, Isaac.</em><br><br>Finally he laid out a crude sketch of the doctor.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m0cf3r4ZyA1rr28rro1_500.jpg)</div></div><br><em>Dr. Jenny Hudgeworth, psychologist, professional, hopefully experienced.</em><br><br>Isaac looks over his notes, seeking the common thread that ties the group together. As he comes out of the reverie of drawing, he notes the heavy silence in the air. He looks up at the group. Hudgeworth is looking at him expectantly. It's time.<br><br>"My name is Isaac Essbjörn, I'm here because I had a lapse of sanity and broke into a store." Isaac looks down at the floor.<br><br>"I took some supplies and used them to paint the mural on 11th street."<br><br>He closes the sketchbook in his lap and tucks the pencil away, reluctant to speak more.<br><br>"I'm hoping that these sessions can help me learn why that happened, and help resolve some issues medication hasn't."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Children of Yggdrasil - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Remiel</strong> on <strong>04-03-2012, 07:16:47</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img571.imageshack.us/img571/7646/filmnoir2.jpg)</div> <span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Drake Holland</strong></span><br><strong>Age:</strong> 35<br><strong>Crime:</strong> Aggravated assault, torture, attempted murder<br><strong>Location:</strong> New New York, Public Library<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> --<br><hr>The door screamed like an angel who had just learned why she was on the wrong side.&nbsp; A chill gust slipped into the erudite sanctuary like a stray dog, biting at the cheeks and necks of those gathered in the hall.&nbsp; A pair of dark sunglasses underneath the felt brim of a 1950s-style fedora paused in the entrance, taking in the scene.&nbsp; It looked like an Alcoholics Anonymous meeting: a nervous but well-intentioned case worker in the middle, surrounded by a ring of chairs.&nbsp; And in the chairs, bodies: some young, some old, some male, some female, some dangerous, others meek--but none of them looked particularly happy to be here.<br><br>Drake hunted in the pocket of his drab brown raincoat and produced an ancient relic of a cigarette lighter and a carton of Gold Noveaus.&nbsp; He bumped the flimsy plastic packet on the heel of his hand, dislodging one of the paper cylinders so he could pluck it between his lips.&nbsp; Cupping his hand over the end of the cigarette in a gesture borne of old habit, he flicked a flame out of the rusty steel monster, and was soon sucking on the tail of a plume of smoke.<br><br>He would have preferred to stand in the back, unnoticed and invisible, but it was clear that the single empty chair had his name on it.&nbsp; His footsteps echoed on the neglected tile as he slipped in next to the big, bearded man in the orange jumpsuit.<br><br>Drake didn't say a word until prompted to by the shrink.&nbsp; He'd missed the first round of introductions, but it didn't bother him.&nbsp; He didn't care to know these people, any more than he supposed they cared to know about him.&nbsp; Still, the court papers said he had to play nice, so that's what he did.<br><br>"Drake Holland.&nbsp; I tortured and maimed an innocent man," he said, flatly, dispassionately, in the same tone of voice one might use when recounting the day's news stories.&nbsp; He stared at the glowing cinders of his cancer stick.&nbsp; "Cut his fingers off with a cigar slicer, one by one.&nbsp; Shot him in the kneecaps.&nbsp; Was about to slit open his belly when the fuzz showed up.&nbsp; Turns out, the mook I was doing this to wasn't even the man who..." he trailed off, going stony and still as the cigarette slowly burned down in his fingers.<br><br>He seemed to recover after a few moments, and took another drag.&nbsp; "I'd gotten some bad information.&nbsp; Made a bad mistake.&nbsp; Felt awful about it.&nbsp; But they didn't care, of course.&nbsp; Locked me up anyway.&nbsp; My lawyer, though, he was good.&nbsp; Real good.&nbsp; It cost me everything I had to afford him, but he got me off on an insanity plea.&nbsp; All I had to do was six weeks in an institution, and..." he waved the cigarette, indicating the doc and the circle of chairs, "this."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Children of Yggdrasil - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Kitsune</strong> on <strong>04-03-2012, 22:46:16</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://fc00.deviantart.net/fs30/f/2008/181/3/9/3968dc010f0bfef5ef15f948d00095b6.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Age:</strong> <span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">18 yrs old</span><br><strong>Crime:</strong> <span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Brutally killed her father and three others for unknown reasons.</span><br><strong>Location:</strong> <span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">New York Library, the therapy room</span><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> <span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">-- --</span><br><hr><br><br>Sugar sucked on her lollipop. Her head cocked to the side as she listened to each story.&nbsp; Sarah, who burned down the gallery and was exchanging oh so syrupy, glances with the gorgeous Detrius.&nbsp; He seemed ambivalent but his interest was definitely peeked.&nbsp; The lady with the ponytail seemed a little stiff and angry but then who could blame the woman.&nbsp; Group therapy wasn’t exactly a mixer.&nbsp; Alice, the housewife looked like she could use a drink.&nbsp; The woman had looked ready to jump out of her seat when she had littered.<br><br><em>What do you expect?&nbsp; You’re a slob.</em><br><br>The comment only made her grin.&nbsp; Kenzie, of the awesome hair, didn’t seem to care anymore for being here than anyone else.&nbsp; The guy next her, Ness the suit, just spoke up about decapitating.&nbsp; Something she was familiar with.&nbsp; She took the red lollipop from her mouth and leaned over to him.<br><br>“Did you find that difficult?&nbsp; You know, when you get to the bone?&nbsp; I keep thinking-,” she was interrupted in her head and she made a face and leaned back, the twirling the shiny red confection between her fingers.<br><br><em>Sugar! I swear, people or not, I’m gonna take over.&nbsp; People are gonna think bad things.</em><br><br>She looked toward the window, her lips barely moving and hardly a sound passing from them. “Stop being wishy washy.&nbsp; I got this.&nbsp; Geez, I can never have fun.”<br><br>There was a mild disruption as a man in an orange jumpsuit entered.&nbsp; Sugar shuddered at the recollection of the color orange.&nbsp; Never again would she wear that color.&nbsp; She took a look at the man and liked his dark manner.&nbsp; It was different from the lawyers and everyone seemed so nice.&nbsp; Even Phaedra who was looking more irritated by the second didn’t seem as dark.&nbsp; Sugar liked dark.&nbsp; Dark was fun.&nbsp; She licked her lips as her thoughts drifted to more of her favorite fun ideas.<br><br><em>YOU are so disgusting!</em>&nbsp; It was obvious Winter had different ideas of fun.<br><br>“Oh, shut up, I’ve seen your idea of a good time and sometimes I think you are worse,” whispered Sugar.&nbsp; She was satisfied to hear the silence of acknowledgment.<br><br>She nearly missed Isaac’s intro.&nbsp; He was another yummy one and she smiled, tapping her lollipop on her tongue.&nbsp; He had seemed very engrossed in his sketch pad.&nbsp; Artists were to say the least, creative.&nbsp; <br><br>Another joined the party and she was nearly hopping with glee inside.&nbsp; Moody, dangerous men had a je ne sais quoi she enjoyed.&nbsp; She looked between them trying to figure out just which one was more distinctive in their mysterious airs.&nbsp; The man who seemed hurt by a deep loss or the man who, what did the guard say, killed demons?&nbsp; She sighed as her mind wandered once more into area inappropriate.<br><br><em>That’s it!&nbsp; We aren’t here so you can slut it out.&nbsp; I’m taking over.&nbsp; We are here for help and to be-</em><br><br>“-good.”&nbsp; The last word might have come out louder than she expected.&nbsp; Her demeanor had changed almost visibly to the eye.&nbsp; The calculated look was gone and her shoulders stiffened.&nbsp; Sugar had done it on purpose.&nbsp; She had switched them in midsentence.&nbsp; She heard the laughter in her mind echoing.&nbsp; She made a face of irritation then smoothed her features.<br><br><em>Careful, the big bad wolf might think you are a demon.</em><br><br>“Excuse me,” Winter said, her voice soft and dulcet, no longer carrying the confidence of Sugar.&nbsp; She scooped up the wrapper and walked to the trash and depositing it.&nbsp; She pulled a tissue from her pocket and wiped the lipstick from her lips.&nbsp; She knew they were still stained but at least it wasn’t in stark contrast.&nbsp; She sighed and took a deep breath.&nbsp; Turning around, she didn’t know if people were looking at her but she felt like she was on display, that they would see her evil and damn her for it.&nbsp; She sat and tucked her legs under the chair at an angle.&nbsp; Another deep breath and she spoke.&nbsp; Not looking at anyone in particular and more on the center of the room.<br><br>“M-my name is Winter,” she said, sweeping a lock of white hair from her eyes nervously.&nbsp; “I killed my father and a few others.&nbsp; They were going to hurt me….I think.”<br><br>Winter closed her eyes a moment and turned her head away.&nbsp; She didn’t want to see the looks of judgment.&nbsp; Her fingers gripped the sides of her chair, knuckles white.&nbsp; She bit her lip and heart thumping; she looked up, her gray eyes moist with sorrow.&nbsp; She never wanted to take a life but she would, she knew that now to stay alive and that was saddest of all.<br><br><em>You have to be strong, for us both to live,</em> came the mental hug from Sugar who shared in the sadness.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Children of Yggdrasil - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>FallenFeather</strong> on <strong>05-03-2012, 05:58:25</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v131/okamiyokai/Jung03.jpg)</div> <strong>Name:</strong> Jung Hua<br><strong>Age:</strong> 19<br><strong>Crime:</strong> Castrating three men and stabbing a fourth to death 42 times<br><strong>Location:</strong> Joining the therapy session in the New York Library<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> -/-<br><hr><br><br>Jung Hua managed to get paroled out of prison. Of course, it wasn’t complete freedom. A police officer stayed nearby at all time. Outside her apartment, outside her college, always outside. No one would be near her. Whenever she would go to her classes, her classmates gave a wide birth. Whenever she would be on the subway, people around her stayed away. Now she was going to this therapy session. They would stay away from her there too. <br><br>The police car stopped in front of the New York library. Jung stared out the window. The officer came around to open the door to let her out. Jung hated riding in the car, made her feel like a convict. <br><br>“You’ll do fine Jung,” the officer that let her out said comfortingly. Jung smiled at him. He was a younger Hispanic man. Officer Gonzales. He had a young wife and three kids. There was one time that Gonzales brought his three young kids to play at her apartment. Jung had so much fun caring for the children. They played hide and seek and games. It was like she had her younger sisters and brother again. But his wife found out and was furious with him. She refused to allow him to take them again. <br><br>“Thanks Officer Gonzales…” she said under her breath. The man laughed merrily. So much unlike her a father. He was a good father.<br><br>“I told you Jung, call me Rick! We’re close now. Almost like family.”<br><br>Jung kept her eyes down and didn’t respond. Instead she shuffled away from the car towards the library. She was already late due to traffic. Probably would have been on time if she had taken the subway. But Officer Gonzales decided it was too wet and cold to let a lady take the subway. <br><br>“I’ll…see you after…” she mumbled and continued up the steps. Officer Gonzales waved after her. He would be around, he had to be. The officers were always there. <br><br>The library was so quiet as the doors opened. Jung padded softly through the shelves towards the rest of the group. Despite her sneakers, her steps still echoed slightly as she walked. She wore faded and torn jeans and a plain black sweatshirt. As she entered, she took off her gloves. Jung wasn’t used to the cold despite living in New York for most of her life. Didn’t mean she liked the cold. If she could see her breath when she exhaled, it was too cold for Jung.<br><br>Jung approached the rest of the group. So many different people around here. They all looked scary. So many men. The Korean woman quickly sat down in the nearest chair. There were scary women too. She never thought women looked scary before. This one looked like she worshipped the devil. That one looked creepy with her white here. This one over here had a rainbow growing out of her skull. There was one that looked like she was secretly a monster that would bite your head off. Then there was one that reminded her of her mother. Of course, that didn’t even include the men. All of them looked like they were demons in Jung’s eyes.<br><br>Jung kept her eyes down and didn’t say a word. The girl licked her lips and fidgeted nervously. Her eyes never took her eyes from her feet. She didn’t want to see them.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Children of Yggdrasil - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Michael Corvus</strong> on <strong>05-03-2012, 12:37:49</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1191.photobucket.com/albums/z466/Corvus269/Characters/TimThomasHead.jpg)</div><div class="floatleft">&nbsp; <br><br></div><strong><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Tim Thomas</span></span></strong><br>&nbsp;<strong>Age:</strong> 37<br>&nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>Crime:</strong> Killed 13 and injured 7 in a grocery store shooting<br>&nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>Location:</strong> Standing in the main reading room with the other "patients"<br>&nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>Tagging:</strong> Isaac, Drake - Everyone<br>&nbsp; &nbsp;<hr>Tim studied each person silently for a few moments, standing as still as a statue, as his dark and brooding eyes shifted from person, to person, to person. He could think of a million different places he'd rather be, none of which was on the list handed down from the federal judge remitting him to the authority of one Dr. Jennifer Hudgeworth. Finally the silence was broken by the sound of the sketch man's voice as he explained, matter-of-fact, how he'd broken into a store, stole some supplies and painted a damn Muriel.<br><br><strong>"No shit?"</strong> Tim said with an amused tone in his voice. <strong>"Huh. That's hard core man...."</strong> he paused for a moment before adding derisively, <strong>"No really."</strong> He turned to look at the good doctor with an expression that seemed to say, <em>are you fucking kidding me?</em> But just then, almost as if in answer to his unspoken question, the door opened behind him once more followed by a cold gust of wind that gushed in from outside reminding everyone just how cold it was outside. All heads swiveled to investigate the new comer, including Tim's.<br><br>The man looked like a character straight of one of those old black and white private dick movies, <em>Sorta acts like one to,</em> Tim thought as the man moved to stand next to him. He watched as the strange man pulled out a pack of cigarettes, making a show of pulling one out and lighting it up, much to Tim's chagrin. Tim's eyebrows creased at the main in disgust, <strong>"Do you mind? Those things will kill you."</strong> He was serious, but soon the man was prompted by the doctor and he began to tell his story.<br><br>Tim's facial expression shifted only slightly during the course of the man's tragic, gory details of the crime that landed him here in this building, in this room with this group of strangers, whose stories he'd all missed due to his late arrival.<br><br>Then it was the pretty white haired girl's turn. Tim's dark, attentive eyes watched as the girl started to speak, and then seemed to have a private conversation with her self. As she glanced at the window, he notice her lips moving, but could hear no words. He cast a glance to the doctor, whose attention was also fixed on the girl. Finally she began to speak, announcing that her name was Winter before spilling her story as well of how she'd killed her own father... and a few others. <em>A few others huh? Nice bit of details there. Okay, fair enough.</em><br><br>The door opened yet again, giving entrance to the quiet and meek Asian girl. Without so much as a word, she moved like a whisper to take a seat with the others, her head cast down to the floor sending her curtain of raven hair cascading around her pretty face and obscuring her features.<br><br>Finally, there was no one left to tell there story, save for Tim. All eyes were on him and he finally rolled his eyes with a quiet groan. <strong>"Fine, fine. God spoke to me and told told me to kill the demons that roam this earth disguised as people. 'Wolves in sheep's clothing,' he said. He told me to take my Saiga, 12 gauge, semiautomatic shot gun and a three 10 round magazines into the local grocery outlet and kill all the demons. He said I would know which ones were demons, because they would be wearing red."</strong> He was very cavalier in his deliver, almost like telling everyone he walked out to check his mailbox. He paused looking at each person in turn, studying their faces for their reaction to what he'd said so far. He knew they'd all be thinking the same thing that the doctors and lawyers and jury members had thought. That he was insane. But he didn't care what anyone else thought. He knew he was working for a higher power above prosecution or reproach. He gave a shrug his his broad shoulders before he continued. <strong>"So I did. Walked right in the front door and... wouldn't you know it, Demons were every where. So I whipped out my Saiga and started popping heads. I hit a few people by accident.... that's just the nature of a shotgun, ya see, but... none of them died. Killed thirteen demons though. Not bad for a rookie, huh?"</strong> He almost smiled, proud of his feat. Then he continued. <strong>"Then he told me about two more demons in prison last month. Took care of them too, but I didn't have a shotgun this time. Had to use my bare hands. D you have any idea how many different ways you can kill a man with your bare hands?"</strong> He held up his hands as if to demonstrate, causing the chains that were tethered to the shackles around his ankles to rattle softly before dropping them again. And that was it. He'd said his piece. <br><br>Looking over to Drake, his expression was as serious as could be. <strong>"But what you did was just fucked up, man. And you got off on insanity?"</strong> He regarded the man for a moment, rehashing his story in his head. <strong>"Have you ever considered maybe you're lawyer wasn't really all that good. Maybe your just fucking insane."</strong> He turned to look at the others in the room too, his face stern as he spoke again. <strong>"You're all fucking crazy, you know that, right?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Children of Yggdrasil - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Miss Lilly</strong> on <strong>06-03-2012, 03:41:22</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.youknowyoulovefashion.com/storage/gossipgirl/season4/0404/0404blair2.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Alice Beaumont<br><strong>Age:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;35<br><strong>Crime:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Stabbing her husband 47 times<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;In therapy, attempting to ignore her fellow patients<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Tim (mentioned), Drake (mentioned)<br><hr><br>Keeping her eyes closed, Alice tried her best to ignore the stories of the other people in the circle.&nbsp; Certain phrases got through, though, and she wondered idly why she'd been put into a group of nutters like these.&nbsp; They were all obviously off their rockers - killing, maiming and torturing innocent people when all she'd done was dish out some well deserved retribution to a man who had it coming.&nbsp; And it wasn't like she'd killed him, although she had to admit that she'd been trying to.&nbsp; But only to protect herself and her son.&nbsp; Things had been steadily getting worse with Dean, and Alice was sure it wouldn't have been long until his abuse became physical.<br><br>The arrival of the big man in the orange jumpsuit roused Alice out of her numbness somewhat, and she shrunk away from him.&nbsp; He looked like he could rip a person limb from limb, and enjoy every minute of it.&nbsp; Coupled with the entry of the guy who appeared to be playing at being a private detective, it took all of Alice's will power not to open her handbag and help herself to another mint.&nbsp; Just to calm her nerves, you understand.... <br><br><em>Can we just get this over and done with,</em> she wished quietly to herself.&nbsp; There were plenty of places she'd rather be.&nbsp; And plenty of people she'd rather be with.&nbsp; This motley crew made her skin crawl.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Children of Yggdrasil - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Esoteric Myobi</strong> on <strong>06-03-2012, 07:49:37</strong>
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				A moment of silence answered her request as no one seemed willing to step up and introduce themselves. Just as Jenny was about to ask the person sitting next to her to begin, the girl with the purple streak spoke up. As everyone's attention shifted to her, it was obvious to all that she was uncomfortable. Her introduction was short but to the point, and it matched with the information on her file despite the added word of 'allegedly'. Before she had a chance to nudge someone else to share their story, they were interrupted with the entrance of a young girl with shockingly white hair. If she hadn't had her file, it would have taken a minute longer for her to realize that the girl was actually one of her assigned patients. <br><ul class="bbc_list"><li>Winter Redgrave: 18 y/o, handful of murders, one of which included her father's</li></ul>The new arrival caused a slight disturbance among the others. Keen blue eyes, observant from years of picking up the smallest of telltale signs from uncooperative patients, easily saw the restless fidgets, the shifting eyes, and the firm set of a jaw stirring within the group. In contrast, there were also those whose eyes were glazed over and somewhat unfocused -- possibly daydreaming or simply seeking escape --, those who stared only at the ground, and others who simply glared. Thankfully, no prompt was needed despite the small lapse as everyone took in the flirty new arrival. Detrius picked up the conversation and Jenny noted in her file <em>"saving lives"</em>. From there, the others began to slowly chime in. Some were brutally honest with the reasons for their attendance, leaving no details unspoken. Others were vague, seemingly in self-denial. There were also those who seemed adamant in their innocence, convinced that their act had been righteously done. Another was in a group all of her own, <em>"I don't remember doing that"</em>.<br><br>Jenny never spoke as they revealed their tales, simply giving them her full attention and offering small encouraging smiles. There wasn't meant to be any judgement in the session, she was merely a guide sent to listen and attempt to solve the impossible. Occasionally her fingers moved briefly across the holographic keyboard as she jotted down notes. Each person had an interesting quirk of their own and every little detail mattered. From small instinctive movements to the tone of voice, and even the words used within their explanations, she filed it away in her mind, only bothering to type out points of importance.<br><br>It was heartening to see that some interaction was slowly taking place between the group. Furtive glances at one another spoke a thousand words as each observed and judged the other. Small bits and pieces of conversation floated tentatively, but they were there...even if it was simply a fascination in the others' crimes. <br><br>Again, an interruption. Yet it wasn't the latecomer she expected. Instead, a new patient was brought in. The rattle of chains and heavy steps accompanied the infamous glaring bright orange that each attendee had come to personally know. Surprise clearly showed on her face as the guards approached her with an apology. While a part of her was saddened at what a new patient entailed -- the untimely deaths of innocents -- the doctor in her was glad to have another patient to work with. All too soon, the guards left and Jenny motioned for the newcomer to take a seat before quickly scanning over his file.<br><ul class="bbc_list"><li>Tim Thomas: 37 y/o, shooting spree in a grocery - killed 13, injured 7</li></ul> Remembering the guard's words, she added <em>killed 2 others in prison</em>. The silence that had been on the verge of melting away into quiet conversation had returned with a vengeance, and again, another graciously picked up the lost thread. She noted the incredulous looks that Isaac's story was met by, but as with others before, said nothing to correct him. He, like the others, would eventually confide in her and perhaps the rest of the group even. Jenny sincerely believed that.<br><br>Introductions were quickly coming to a close, though not quite finished yet. The doors of the library opened again, and ahh, there was the person she'd been expecting. Soon after, another new arrival quietly slipped into the circle. Again, Jenny was left flustered for a moment until she found the information in her inbox. The time stamp said 4:07, 12/21/2198. So much for her supervisor keeping her informed...<br><ul class="bbc_list"><li>Drake Holland: 35 y/o, assault, torture, and attempted murder</li><li>Jung Hua: 19 y/o, castration of three men, murder of another - stabbed 42 times</li></ul>Finally, two short introductions later -- one musing and another righteous, but both dark -- only Jung Hua was left. However, what with Tim's latest outburst tension began prickling in the air. "Please, sit down Tim." Again, a gesture to sit in one of the chairs before she continued in soothing tones. "Let's keep in mind that we're not here to judge each other, but you're all here to help and be helped." Glancing at the time, they were nearly halfway through the session and introductions weren't even done yet. But it was only the first day, it was to be expected. <br><br>"How about we take a fifteen minute break before we finish up introductions? There's some refreshments on the table," a small gesture to the table behind her, "and the restrooms are down the hall near the entrance if anyone needs it." A short pause as she took in the expressions of the group. It was more than obvious that most of them wished for nothing else than to leave. As much as she would like to oblige, she also knew that there was still quite a bit to cover. "If you'd like to leave, I won't stop you. Just keep in mind that only attending full sessions count towards your required meeting total."<br><br><hr><br>As the doctor called for a break, a soft voice whispered in the minds of the unhappy attendees. Almost like the nagging of a conscience, or a self-reassuring reminder, it seemed to whisper in their ears. "There's no need to worry," the voice said consolingly as it eased away nagging doubts. "The doctor's here to help, just as you're here for a reason."<br><br>Each word was full of well-intentioned reason, like the advice from a loving mother, a chiding wife, a reasonable sister, or an adoring daughter. "She's a friend, as are the rest of them. Meeting new people's never easy, but good friends are there for life...and friends are precious right now."<br><br>Just as it had begun without warning, the silken tones slowly wrapping around their worries and squeezing them out of existence, so it faded as quickly as it'd come. "Don't worry. This is just the beginning, it'll get better. Just take a deep breath and stay calm..."<br><br><hr><hr><br>Keep in mind that voices posted by GMs are heard by all characters, though characters can make what they want of them.<br><br>Items to be found on the refreshment table: assorted bite sized cookies shaped in cute animals from monkeys to teddy bears, deli sandwiches cut into quarters, 2 liters of soda, several bottles of water
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Children of Yggdrasil - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DudelRok</strong> on <strong>06-03-2012, 08:16:09</strong>
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				The sky grew dark with the start of a winter storm as those inside the Library gathered around the refreshment table. Again, a voice spoke within the deep confines of their minds though this was very different from the one they'd heard just moments before. It was a very distinct tone that spoke, now, and the words were very far from calm. Clearly male, and were one to guess, that subtle hint of a smoker came through. That rough scratchy noise where sounds with 'H' or 'W' may have that push. Some may even mistake it for a light growl, were they so inclined.<br><br>“Look at those people good and hard. You’re stuck with them, now.” Loud yet soft, a whispering shout, “Need to be ready, too. No telling when one of these crazies might flip their shit and try to stab you, or suddenly think fire’s a good idea.” Paranoid, suspicious, “And that doctor, something's... fishy. I wouldn’t listen to her. I’d just pretend to listen. Let her think you’re trying real hard to <em>change</em>... and when the time comes, RUN! Even if you get better, she wont let you go. She wont. Everyone here knows that. Everyone <em>here</em> knows that!”<br><br>The gruff voice had gone as abruptly as it had arrived, the silence left behind was filled with the stillness of the night as the setting sun triggered the hum of florescent lights.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Children of Yggdrasil - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DarkWorld0BrightHope</strong> on <strong>06-03-2012, 17:20:11</strong>
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				<em>Didn't we just start? Why are we taking a break now? We haven't even <strong>done</strong> anything yet. Well, maybe there is more to the session than appears, after all it is strangely named Voice Therapy. No. I won't be impatient. I have only time to gain from this.</em><br><br>Soon after he found his head being infiltrated by voices. It was, mildly irritating, as far as Detrius was concerned, almost violatory of his thoughts, although he knew he gave up his right to private thoughts the moment he decided to try and save the lives of a few hundred children. At least now he knew what they meant by Voice Therapy.<br><br>Nothing special about other voice save it crossing into what he once believed to be his own private little space. Perhaps this was just some kind of mental stress test or something to determine if he could determine between supposed *good* or *bad* thoughts. The obvious correct choice was to be agreeable with the fair Doctor's 'Voice'. It was however, such a strange method of therapy to have opposing suggestions.<br><br>Detrius shrugged the thoughts off and decided to relax a little bit more, it was just a fifteen minute wait-practically no time at all-so staying put seemed like a good idea to him. Mingling was out of the question anyhow, they were only there to 'get better' not to socialize, but a little people watching wouldn't hurt.<br><br>The others in the room seemed as uneasy about this as he had previously felt, even the more intimidating members. It was all too easy to realize just how human they seemed, ranging from the varied clothing they wore to the small quirky mannerisms they all had. Even the guy who fought demons seemed almost normal save for that. Truly, they were in a room of their peers, however screwed up each of them were.<br><br>For a brief moment, Detrius considered the possibility that he could have been sent there to save them all. It was only a fleeting thought however, he wasn't here to make friends or help anyone.<br><br><em>Perhaps there are a few books here I could read to pass the time. Perhaps something on cultural history for a change. Would any of the others prefer to do some reading instead of mingling as well? Better yet, would either of them be interested in learning more about the evolution of society as it is today? Maybe I could perhaps instead try and convince someone of how dangerous <strong>those</strong> creatures are, though I don't see how it'd make a difference at this point, seeing how we're all considered loons.</em><br><br>He shook his head and stood up, apparently being the first to do so, and headed on out back to check out a small handful of books. As he got up, he caught notice that Isaac had a few sketches sitting in his lap, drawing his curiousity.<br><br>"Hi. I'm Detrius Harper. I can't help but notice you already have a few sketches made, can I ask what they're of?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Children of Yggdrasil - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>06-03-2012, 17:57:51</strong>
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				The moment the soft voice began to speak in her mind, she was instantly alarmed. At first she thought it must have been someone speaking to her, and she turned swiftly, left, right, then she turned in her chair to look back. Finding noone, and yet still hearing the alarming, yet soothing, voice in her head, she stood, stepped back away from her chair and stood looking up and around, searching for the source.<br><br>Kenzie covered her ears, experimentally, finding that it made no difference. The voice, voices, now, were inside her head. The second one, more unstable, paranoid perhaps. She had never heard voices in her head before. Was this what she had forgotten? Was she considerably more insane that her crimes already assured her she was?<br><br>She feared she was in one of her episodes, then, the thought occurring to her that this might be a moment she would not remember in the future. She needed to get away, immediately, she thought, if the voices were going to keep talking, she feared that she might lose her self-control, and then what? She'd only ever attacked men, criminals, she hoped, but then, everyone in the room had done something, not theft, but something, and things more serious, even. Arsonists, murders, would it matter that she was like them if she was going to forget all of this and try to kill someone. The frightening thing was that she was pretty good at it, and she'd very likely succeed.<br><br>'Restroom, down the hall, near the entrance,' she thought, she needed to be away from them, and at least she could clear her head, she hoped.<br><br>She walked quickly, bare feet making very little noise against the floor, as she made her way away from the group, down the hall and into the restroom. She pushed the door open and walked inside, turning the sinks, and running the water, gathering water in her hands to splash on her face. She did so, three times, and then leant over, hoping that the voices had stopped for good, and that she'd remember this.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Children of Yggdrasil - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jayline</strong> on <strong>07-03-2012, 05:30:41</strong>
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				Isaac flips open his sketchbook with relief as soon as the group's attention shifts away. There is so much more to know, and as of yet no connection shared by the group other than the touch of madness. He scribbles down the new faces.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m0hvb6XCXx1rr28rro1_500.jpg)</div></div><br><em>Drake Holland, torture, attempted murder, nostalgic, smoker, cold,</em> To Isaac, the man looks like he's walked out of one of the detective series from the web, steeped as he is in the nostalgic garb of centuries past. Not the type to murder indiscriminately.<br><br><em>What will Drake Holland kill for?</em><br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m0hva2WyNg1rr28rro1_500.jpg)</div></div><br><em>Mr. Thomas, spree shooter, serial killer, psychopathic delusions, simple, violent, boastful, judgmental</em> <br><br>The man had chuckled as Isaac's brief account, and was less than shocked by Holland's grisly recital, but then someone so detached from humanity would find matters of torture and petty theft trivial. Mr. Thomas is the first one to give Isaac apprehension over attending these sessions. He's seen the man's look before. Eyes like those had often stared after him from the reinforced windows of the hospice's violent offendors' wing.<br><br><em>May God have mercy on his soul.</em><br><br>Isaac flips back a page to add more details to Winter, the flirtatious mystery woman from before as she recites her story, and stops. He sets down his eraser and cordons off a new section of notes for the new Winter.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m0cfa3zQax1rr28rro1_500.jpg)</div></div><br><em>Unknown female, bold, flirtatious, does not play well with others, potentially bipolar, Watch your back, Isaac.</em><br><br><em>Winter, multiple murders, meek, polite, nervous, fearful,</em> Isaac watches the girl collapses upon herself after telling her story, and adds, <em>deeply remorseful.</em><br><br><em>Who is the other Winter?</em> Isaac jots down, before turning to the silent new arrival. The doctor calls a break as he quickly takes down the woman's face.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m0hvc9HzAW1rr28rro1_500.jpg)</div></div><br><em>Unknown female, hesitant, closed-off, afra</em><br><br>The pencil drops from Isaac's hand as the voices speak to him. He clenches his trembling fist and reaches into his coat pocket for another, trying not to make a scene. He feels eyes on him, staring into the back of his head, feels the reeling, lifting sensation, the cold breath on his neck, squeezes down on the pencil until it snaps.<br><br>He sees the rainbow girl, Kenzie, stiffen and look around, step from her chair, cover her ears.<br><br>'Does she hear them?'<br><br>Before he can stand up and ask, his view is occluded by something large and brown.<br><br><strong>"Hi. I'm Detrius Harper. I can't help but notice you already have a few sketches made, can I ask what they're of?"</strong><br><br>Isaac's eyes refocus. It's Detrius. The voices and the reeling are gone. So is the girl. Isaac remembers himself and slaps the sketchbook shut.<br><br>"Just uh, some things to help me remember names. I'm good with faces, terrible with names."<br><br>He looks at the broken pieces of pencil in his hand, and tucks them into his pocket.<br><br>"Just remembered a good joke," he says with a stiff smile. He stands up, and takes a quick glance around the room, at the other patients. He smiles at Detrius and nods towards the small table of snacks and coffee.<br><br>"So, free refreshments. I, uh, recommend anything but the Cool-aid."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Children of Yggdrasil - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Niferbelle</strong> on <strong>07-03-2012, 07:10:13</strong>
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				<div class="floatright"> (http://i627.photobucket.com/albums/tt357/Niferbelle/futureponytail-1.jpg)</div><br><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Phaedra Leitner</strong></span><br><strong>Age:</strong> 27<br><strong>Crime:</strong> Attempted murder<br><strong>Location:</strong> Library Reading Room<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Tim, Winter, the snack table<br><br>Every new arrival, every new word that came out of somebody's mouth just served to at best make Phaedra feel more uncertain about these sessions and at worse made her fear for her life. Seriously, what they hell were they doing painting her with the same brush they used for multiple murderers? The brute in the orange jumpsuit alone, Thomas, threatened to set off her flight or fight instinct and upon first impression he was frightening to say the least. But she had enough of the predator in her to know that showing weakness in a situation like this would be disastrous so maintained her cool facade though when made his crack about the vandal and then pronounced his judgment that all of <em>them</em> were crazy, she bit her tongue to keep herself from putting him in his place. Literally bit it until she tasted blood but it wasn't her own blood she wanted.<br><br><em>Given me five minutes with the lunatic and I'd eat him alive...</em><br><br>She blinked, realizing she'd likely be staring at him a little too sharply and a little too long and sighed, folding her arms across her chest in exasperation at it all. By the time the shadowy man in the hat confessed to torturing someone, she could hardly be surprised any more. But the voices...those were another matter. She froze, her breath suddenly becoming shallow, then glanced around with wide eyes, trying to discern where they were coming from but somehow she knew she wouldn't see anybody's lips moving. A dizziness came over her as the words whirled around her head until she wasn't certain if they were her thoughts or someone else's. She stood abruptly and immediately attempted to get her composure back but for a moment she couldn't tear her eyes away from the white haired woman who licked her scarlet lips one minute and tried to play coy the next. <br><br>Finally once again in control of her emotions, Phaedra approached the refreshments as if it were what she intended to do all along, grabbing a water and a sandwich, figuring if she ate now when she got home she could get right on line and not have to worry about dinner.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Children of Yggdrasil - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Remiel</strong> on <strong>07-03-2012, 07:20:16</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img819.imageshack.us/img819/3311/filmnoir3.jpg)</div><strong>Drake Holland</strong><br><strong>Age:</strong> 35<br><strong>Crime:</strong> Aggravated assault, torture, attempted murder<br><strong>Location:</strong> New New York, Public Library<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Tim, Alice, Jung Hua<br><hr>Drake said nothing as the shrink spoke, electing to nurse his cigarette and stare gloomily at nothing.&nbsp; Like some of the others, this meeting served no real purpose other than to fulfill some requirement on some court papers somewhere.&nbsp; He was here to do his time, nod and smile when spoken to, and then get on with his business.<br><br>Nevertheless, he couldn't help but listen as some of the others told their stories.&nbsp; He avoided, if he could help it, looking at any of the younger women, but he couldn't help but notice Alice.&nbsp; She was so unlike the others: meek, subdued, small.&nbsp; She moved slowly, as if in a trance, or a dream.&nbsp; Drake had missed her confession, but one glance at her defeated, whipped expression told him all he needed to know.<br><br><em>Not hard to guess the story here.&nbsp; Loyal housewife, married to a louse of a man who pushes her and pushes her and pushes her until she can't take anymore and then, one day, she pushes back.&nbsp; &nbsp;Look at her.&nbsp; It's obvious she's gone away, probably to someplace deep inside her own head. Someplace safe, someplace where she won't be hurt anymore.</em><br><br>Drake couldn't help but feel a pang of sympathy for the woman.&nbsp; The world was a cold, cruel place, sometimes, where the good and virtuous suffered and the evil bastards were allowed to roam free.<br><br>The Asian girl, barely a child, had a similar expression, and probably a similar story.&nbsp; How many women were like her, Drake wondered?&nbsp; How many bastards were out there, destroying the ones that they promised to love and cherish?<br><br>A chill that had nothing to do with the cold outside ran up the back of his neck, causing him to shiver violently.&nbsp; He grit his teeth and pulled his coat tighter around himself.&nbsp; Wincing, rubbing his temples as if he had just experienced a severe migraine headache, he shook his head.<br><br><em>I'm not going crazy. I'm not.&nbsp; I'm sane. My name is Drake Holland, and I'm sane.</em><br><br>Then the penny dropped, and so did his cigarette.&nbsp; His blood turned to icewater as something somebody said--something the big guy in the orange prison jumpsuit said--replayed itself in his ears.&nbsp; <br><br><em>Marilyn used to wear red.&nbsp; It was one of her favorite colors.</em><br><br>Suddenly, he found he couldn't breathe.&nbsp; The walls seemed to close in on him. All around him were jeering faces, mocking voices.<br><br><em>Was she wearing red the night she died?&nbsp; God help me, I can't remember.</em><br><br>He stared, paralyzed, at the big man, while the abyss opened up beneath him.&nbsp; The awful silence stretched on and on, punctuated only by the dull thrum-thrum of his own heartbeat, which was deafening.&nbsp; <br><br><em>No, I need to be sure.&nbsp; I can't make a mistake again.&nbsp; I need to know for sure.</em><br><br>Then, slowly, time began to speed up again.&nbsp; Color returned to the world.&nbsp; He stepped on the glowing ashes of the dropped cigarette, snuffing out the flame.&nbsp; <br><br>"These people you killed," he said to Tim, in a casual, conversational tone of voice.&nbsp; "Sorry, these...demons.&nbsp; Were they all in the grocery store?&nbsp; Do you remember what they looked like?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Children of Yggdrasil - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WendySlaveGirl</strong> on <strong>07-03-2012, 07:28:44</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://imagecache6.allposters.com/LRG/37/3749/PCCZF00Z.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Sarah Black<br><strong>Age:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;20<br><strong>Crime:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Burning down an art gallery<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;In the therapy room<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;No one<br><hr><br>Sarah pulled her legs up into her chair and wrapped her arms around them, rocking slowly as more and more danger began to manifest around her. From the obvious, to the not-so obvious she knew that this group was mistake and that someone was likely to end up dead. It came as almost a physical release when the doctor said they could all get up. She stood and then paused, heading cocking as she heard two conflicting voices. Her eyes narrowed and darted around the room as she thought about the message from the voices. Logically one was lying and one was telling the truth, but which was which? <br><br>She bit her lip and thought about it. If the voice that told her she couldn't trust any of them was right then she was in a world of hurt and would most likely die, the only question was would she be stabbed or shot. She bit her lip and then heard yet another voice. She wanted to put her hands up to her ears and yell out "I don't understand you!" but she stopped herself. What did it mean? She thought about what the other two voices had said and reached a shaky hand into her pocket. Yes, she understood now. They had to be free. She heard the man, Drake, talking but she ignored him.<br><br>She walked calmly over to the doctor and grabbed the tablet that had her files and notes. She ran to the trash can and threw them in, before reaching back into her pocket, grabbing the matchbook she'd talked a sweet guy into giving her, lit one, tucked it in the others and dropped the whole flaming mess into the trash can, her eyes dancing as she watched the trash around the tablet begin to burn, quickly causing damage to the little computer. She muttered softly to herself. "The fire cleanses us and sets us free, only I could do it."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Children of Yggdrasil - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Love And Submission</strong> on <strong>07-03-2012, 22:23:25</strong>
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				Ness rolled his eyes and chuckled a bit&nbsp; at the voices in there head <em> "Look I don't&nbsp; know if you[ can hear me or not but&nbsp; , why do you think I care about what you say?&nbsp; I mean You're&nbsp; a disembodied voice. Am I supposed to be scared or what? You don't even had a body. What exactly are you going to do to me if I don't listen?&nbsp; Slap me around? You don't have&nbsp; arms or legs or torso. You have nothing , You are insignificant&nbsp; part of my imagination. Plus&nbsp; , Why would I take advice from any of. you three? Sure , I was convicted of murder but at least I have a&nbsp; corporeal form!"</em> Nigel thought to himself as the voices in his head were rather. They were far more aggravating then&nbsp; scary or commanding. Granted they had previously made him commit murder but he wasn't just going to give in and be a slave to a bunch of people who might not even be real. If they wanted&nbsp; his undying loyalty&nbsp; they were going to have trade something of value. Like his Loyalty for immortality or&nbsp; telekinesis.&nbsp; They were semi-magical voices ,&nbsp; right? They had to have something to give him. Maybe they could allow him to talk to other people telepathically. Now that , That would be&nbsp; a lot more useful&nbsp; then a bunch of silly advice&nbsp; Ness had no reason to listen to.<br><br><br>After giving those peculiar voices a piece of his mind , Ness's eyes turned to Sarah as&nbsp; she&nbsp; leaped from her chair and&nbsp; set the poor doctor's tablet a light.&nbsp; Yammering on about how fire cleanses the soul or some such nonsense. Nevertheless he decided to open his heat for once and slowly made his way over to the obviously shaken woman. <em>"Shhhh , Sarah. It'll be fine. It'll all be okay I promise."</em> Nigel&nbsp; said to calm the woman down with a few soft&nbsp; gentle words.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Children of Yggdrasil - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Miss Lilly</strong> on <strong>08-03-2012, 02:50:11</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.youknowyoulovefashion.com/storage/gossipgirl/season4/0404/0404blair2.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Alice Beaumont<br><strong>Age:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;35<br><strong>Crime:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Stabbing her husband 47 times<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;In therapy, trying to ignore the Voice<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Winter<br><hr><br>Not sure if she was happy for the break or not, Alice stayed in her seat, waiting until some of the others moved towards the refreshment table. The steady flow of new arrivals had kept the slight woman from slipping into her own little world again, and she had noticed a distinct change in the young woman with the white hair.&nbsp; When she'd arrived, Alice had thought she was nothing but a little slurry, intent on using therapy as an excuse to pick up a man.&nbsp; But now...well, she wasn't so sure.&nbsp; The girl had even picked up her rubbish and thrown it in the bin.<br><br><em>Poor Winter,</em> Alice thought to herself.&nbsp; <em>She's nothing but a wayward teen playing at being a grown up. If she's not careful, she'll fall in with the wrong crowd. Or worse, fall for the wrong man.&nbsp; She needs a friend. Or more to the point, a parent...</em>&nbsp; Something about Winter touched Alice, and despite not wanting to get involved with any of the people in the room, the Voice that she'd come to associate with her maternal instincts could not be ignored.<br><br><em><strong>There's no need to worry. The doctor's here to help, just as you're here for a reason.&nbsp; She's a friend, as are the rest of them. Meeting new people's never easy, but good friends are there for life...and friends are precious right now.&nbsp; Don't worry. This is just the beginning, it'll get better. Just take a deep breath and stay calm...</strong></em><br><br>Alice nodded in agreement as the Voice floated through her head.&nbsp; It was the Voice of Reason, and Alice always tried to listen to reason. Deciding that she would heed that voice and introduce herself to Winter, she rose from her chair and took a few tentative steps the girls direction.<br><br><em><strong>Look at those people good and hard. You’re stuck with them, now.&nbsp; Need to be ready, too. No telling when one of these crazies might flip their shit and try to stab you, or suddenly think fire’s a good idea. And that doctor, something's... fishy. I wouldn’t listen to her. I’d just pretend to listen. Let her think you’re trying real hard to change... and when the time comes, RUN! Even if you get better, she wont let you go. She wont. Everyone here knows that. Everyone here knows that!</strong></em><br><br>The Voice of Uncertainty stopped Alice in her tracks.&nbsp; She was sure that the different voices she heard in her head were all just different parts of her psyche.&nbsp; Manifestations of different aspects of her own personality.&nbsp; Some of them were comforting. Sensible. Helpful, even.&nbsp; Some, though, struck terror through her, and made her jump at shadows.&nbsp; She tried hard to ignore those voices, and focus just on the positive ones.&nbsp; But she wasn't always successful.&nbsp; There was only ever one thing that helped...<br><br>Alice removed a small mint tin from her handbag and popped another piece of candy in her mouth.&nbsp; Within a few minutes, the glazed look returned to her face, and she floated towards the refreshment table, forgetting for the moment that she had been about to introduce herself to Winter.&nbsp; She barely even noticed when the fire in the trashcan started, instead helping herself to several sandwiches and a bottle of water before drifting back in the direction of the other patients, an expression of pleasant euphoria on her pretty face. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Children of Yggdrasil - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Michael Corvus</strong> on <strong>09-03-2012, 04:04:05</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1191.photobucket.com/albums/z466/Corvus269/Characters/TimThomasHead.jpg)</div><div class="floatleft">&nbsp; <br><br></div><strong><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"> Tim Thomas</span></span></strong><br>&nbsp;<strong>Age:</strong> 37<br>&nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>Crime:</strong> Killed 13 and injured 7 in a grocery store shooting<br>&nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>Location:</strong> Still standing in the old library reading room.<br>&nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>Tagging:</strong> Phaedra, Drake, (mentioning Alice and Sarah)<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;<hr><br>Tim gave an annoyed roll of his dark eyes towards the good doctor as she played her roll to perfection, "reminding" them all of why they were and were not here, gathered in this dismal room with all of these miserable people... these strangers who he could care less if the dropped dead on the spot. He let out a groan at her gentle chastisement, shifting his eyes to others in the room as the doctor announced a break, mentioning refreshments and the restrooms.<br><br>Glancing towards the refreshment table, he caught the daggers that the raven haired young woman was glaring in his direction, a smirk creasing his lips in recognition of the hateful look burning behind those eyes. Instead of spouting off some smart remark, Tim simply winked at her, knowing that would probably get under her skin more than any words he might utter. She was attractive, and he couldn't help but wonder what crime she had committed that found here here today.<br><br>His attention was diverted from the pretty brunette with daggers for eyes by another pretty young thing. She a peculiar look about her, like one of those young goth types. A splash of magenta stood in stark contrast to the curtain of onyx that draped her pretty face, highlighted with dark makeup. Truth be told, there was plenty of eye candy in this room to suit Tim's vivid imagination. As he appreciated Sarah's femininity, he was distracted by casual voice of the man next to him as he asked him about those he'd killed.<br><br><strong>"Yeah, I'm pretty sure I didn't kill any of the fuckers until I was inside the grocery store, and I certainly remember that's where it all came to an end as the law dogs felt the need to taze me and then dog pile their bodies on top of mine.... bastards.&nbsp; I should sue them for police brutality. As for what they looked like..."</strong> Tim narrowed his eyes and tilted his head as he searched his memory, his eyes shifting up and to the left as though he were trying to recall what he'd had for dinner yesterday, <strong>"Crafty motherfuckers... look just like you and I. Except, <em>He</em> told me they would be wearing red.... so I knew what to look for."</strong> He stroked his chin as he watched Sarah get up and cross the room, <strong>"But there was this one that was really good. She... I mean<em> it</em> made it hard for me to pull the trigger. It looked like a tall drink of blond, leggy with really nice tits, ya know,"</strong> he answered in a cavalier tone. <strong>"But I'll be damned if she... <em>it</em> weren't wearing a red dress. That one was the hardest to do. But, it had to be done... and I was appointed the task."</strong><br><br>As he answered Drake's question he watched as Sarah strode over to the doctor's notepad. His eyebrows arched a little as she dumped the doctor's notepad computer into the trash bin, struck a book of matches and dropped them in the can. <strong>"Completely fucking nuts, I tell ya."</strong> <br><br>Looking back to Drake suddenly, a curious and annoyed look spread over the big man's face. <strong>"What'd you just say?"</strong> He looked around as though he wasn't entirely sure it was Drake he'd heard speaking. Glancing to the doctor, he wondered if perhaps this was one of her techniques for her "voice therapy" sessions; piping in different voices to suggest contradicting messages... test the patients' response to the stimuli. He half smiled at the doctor, nodding his understanding as he pointed a finger at her causing his chains to rattle in the process. <strong>"Nice one... good try doc, but you won't get a rise out of me."</strong><br><br>The third voice had him looking at everyone suspiciously, his eyes narrowing into dark little beads and his brow creasing into a deep furrow. <strong>"You're right,"</strong> he whispered, <strong>"Don't worry, Lord. I won't be fooled."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Children of Yggdrasil - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Niferbelle</strong> on <strong>09-03-2012, 04:40:00</strong>
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				<div class="floatright"> (http://i627.photobucket.com/albums/tt357/Niferbelle/futureponytail-1.jpg)</div><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Phaedra Leitner</strong></span><br><strong>Age:</strong> 27<br><strong>Crime:</strong> Attempted murder<br><strong>Location:</strong> Library Reading Room<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Ness, Sarah<br><br>Phaedra took a bite of her sandwich but chewed it with little enthusiasm. Her head was throbbing now though whether from the voices? thoughts? or just the frustration of the evening in general she couldn't say. The nervy wink from the homicidal maniac certainly didn't improve her appetite so she was in the process of looking for a place to set her plate down when her nose twitched a bit as it detected the first hint of smoke. She turned to see what in the hell could be happening now and couldn't say she was entirely surprised to see a budding fire set for no apparent reason. With this group of lunatics, anything was possible. She stared at the trash can for a moment, her expression impossible to read, as for a moment she found herself wishing the whole damn place would go up in flames. But that wasn't the front, the role she'd decided to play so practical action was required.<br><br>"Honestly," she muttered, looking down at the bottle of water in her hand before dropping her plate on the nearest table and stalking across the room. She grabbed the little goth girl firebug by the arm and pulled her roughly away from the flame, jostling the axe murdering lawyer a little in the process. She then unceremoniously poured the contents of her water bottle into the trash can, smiling grimly at the gratifying hiss it made as it hit the flames. She glanced down to see if the fire was extinguished before turning again to the girl. "Look, if you want to burn the block down and yourself with it that's no business of mine but you better damn sure be certain I'm not in the room before you light it on fire. Get a grip."<br><br>With one last sharp look to communicate that she meant business, Phaedra turned, intent on getting another bottle of water to replace the one she'd had to waste. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Children of Yggdrasil - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DarkWorld0BrightHope</strong> on <strong>09-03-2012, 17:52:34</strong>
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				The man didn't much appear to want much attention drawn upon himself at the moment, though was certainly quite polite about it. Detrius gave a curt smile to the man in return, somewhat amused by his small outdated joke. Isaac was certainly a curious fellow, he even appeared somewhat genuine.<br><br>"Wouldn't have touched the drink anyway, always too sweet for me." Detrius shrugged.<br><br>He tried to politely step away as another detail drew his attention, seeing how the one who called herself Kenzie had dashed off elsewhere. She seemed in much distress, as though she was in need of an escape or perhaps a few kind words. It was understandable to be in a panic in a room filled with known criminals-as they even seemed to consider him to be-he certainly had a bit of unease with them, the one in the jumpsuit in particular. To err was human, Detrius always thought.<br><br><em>I suppose I wasn't really going to have much chance to read any of the books regardless, given the lack of time I'd have had to read even a few pages in. If we're all to cooperate, she may just need someone to feel safe around.</em><br><br>After glancing over to note Sarah's actions, Detrius moved to head off in the direction the energetic woman went, careful not to accidentally collide with the other patients. As he turne to walk into the hallway, he heard a door swing shut, perhaps a restroom door. Sure enough, the only doors in the hallway were the doors that led outside, the door to the library reading room, and the facilities, and it didn't appear the doors leading outside could have been used so easily.<br><br>He rapped the back of his knuckles upon the bathroom door, letting her know someone was out there.<br><br>"I don't know you, and you don't know me. Now that we're here, we should try. Not asking for trust, just a chance to get to know each other."<br><br>Did he say enough, he wondered? Did his words even make any sense to her? Did it even matter?<br><br>He shook his head and awaited her response, even an angry curse would be acceptable. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Children of Yggdrasil - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>09-03-2012, 21:09:00</strong>
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				Kenzie looked up from the sink, into the mirror, hearing the rapping at the door. She didn't know who it was until he spoke. She recognized his voice, but she had no idea what he meant. Hearing voices hadn't left her much in the mood to socialize, hence her trip to the bathroom, but she didn't mind the intrusion, it distracted her from her confusion about her own sanity.<br><br>She walked back out to the door, and opened it, looking over Detrius for a moment, before stepping back into the hallway. She brushed her hair back into place, and took a deep breath.<br><br>"Thanks," she said, with a smile, adding more seriously, "I was hearing voices, and thought I might be having another episode. I didn't want to kill someone. Just in case you were wondering."<br><br>It certainly wouldn't have been the first time her commitment to radical honesty had scared someone off, if he didn't feel comfortable, but it would be the first time she'd ever had something so...insane...to say.<br><br>"You can get to know me all you like," she said, "I don't hide anything, or lie. I know that doesn't make me very normal. If you want me to get to know you, you could tell me what you actually did to get here."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Children of Yggdrasil - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Remiel</strong> on <strong>10-03-2012, 06:48:40</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img819.imageshack.us/img819/3311/filmnoir3.jpg)</div><strong>Drake Holland</strong><br><strong>Age:</strong> 35<br><strong>Crime:</strong> Aggravated assault, torture, attempted murder<br><strong>Location:</strong> New New York, Public Library<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Tim, Sarah, Phaedra, Isaac, <br><hr>Drake felt the wave of ice slowly wane, almost as if it was leaking from his feet into the ground, leaving the tepid, brackish water of both hollow disappointment and relief in its place as the big man in the prison jumpsuit explained that all of his victims had been in the store.&nbsp; He hadn't been the one who broke into Drake's house, and he hadn't been the one who shot Marilyn dead in their bedroom.&nbsp; &nbsp;And Marilyn, finally, had been a redhead, not a blonde.<br><br><em>See? I told you.&nbsp; Better to get all the facts first, to ask questions before you haul off and shoot.</em><br><br>He had to agree with the voice.&nbsp; Unlike the other three, it was one that he recognized clearly and distinctly as his own, and the only one he was prepared to acknowledge.&nbsp; The others were like...strangers, shouting at him on a crowded subway train, offering him advice when he had not asked for any.&nbsp; He dealt with them by ignoring them, but there definitely seemed to be a lot more of them lately.&nbsp; And there were certainly one or two that seemed to know how to get underneath his skin.<br><br>Fortunately, the goth girl served as a timely distraction with her display of pyromania.&nbsp; Drake watched her intently, studying her reaction to the fire, as well as her reaction when the woman in the business suit stormed over and put the fire out.&nbsp; For some reason, the act, shocking as it was, didn't surprise him.&nbsp; Everyone here, he was prepared to bet, had a few screws loose in some way.&nbsp; Heck, for all he knew, the mild-mannered-looking young man with the sketch pad was a complete paranoid schizophrenic.&nbsp; For God's sake, the lawyer type had even admitted to murdering his own client with an axe.&nbsp; <br><br>Every last one of them had their problems, and every last one of them was probably better off dead, or at the very least locked up far away from the rest of the world.<br><br>Drake simply couldn't let that happen to him until he had avenged his wife.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Children of Yggdrasil - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WendySlaveGirl</strong> on <strong>10-03-2012, 11:03:03</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://imagecache6.allposters.com/LRG/37/3749/PCCZF00Z.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Sarah Black<br><strong>Age:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;20<br><strong>Crime:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Burning down an art gallery<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;In the therapy room<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;No one<br><hr><br>Sarah blinked as if coming out of a daze and looked down at the trash can. Clearly a fire had just been put out. She looked over at Ness as he tried to comfort her and then over at Phaedra. Her gaze turned back to Ness and she took a deep breath. "I guess I can no longer use the word allegedly can I? I set the fire that just got doused in the trash can?" She cocked her head, looking at him thoughtfully. "I had you pegged as one of the more dangerously insane of us, how ironic....." She moved to her chair and sat back down, pulling her legs up to her chest and resting her chin on her knees.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Children of Yggdrasil - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DarkWorld0BrightHope</strong> on <strong>11-03-2012, 11:05:01</strong>
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				Actually did?<br><br>He thought to himself for a moment, appearing distant trying to decipher her words. They seemed, frank enough, yet, she seemed accusatory towards his own honesty. Perhaps it couldn't be helped, there was little in way for her to truly understand.<br><br>"Fair. Burnt a toy store down that held a fairly large number of..." He paused, the name just seemed too, friendly for such deceptive servants of the enemy, "Teddy Bears...."<br><br>It was difficult to produce the words from his mouth, it just made him uncomfortable even thinking of those devils. This was no time for delay, but rather honesty.<br><br>"Scared people to ensure their safety. No one hurt or dead. I saved their lives. At least their children's. The store needed to be purged of true monsters."<br><br>Like that was helpful. Everyone else sees them as cute little stuffed toys.<br><br>Perhaps... she was worried how he's see her as well. He stopped and looked at her for a moment. She was rather colorful, somewhat opposite his own demeanour,&nbsp; if not for her drastic measure and her possible dealings with schizophrenia-though it could well just be the voices from this session-she seemed a fairly, normal woman.<br><br>"If you hold sucb commitment to truth, then I suppose, you would be less willing to kill unless, something spurred you to it outside your control." This was fairly baseless, but there was a chance it might give her some comfort-if comfort was even the smart thing to do.<br><br>Detritus sat down for a bit to get more relaxed, at the moment there was no need to worry. Unless... perhaps... she was in on the Teddy Bear conspiracy... but... that really would be insane.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Children of Yggdrasil - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>11-03-2012, 17:11:48</strong>
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				Kenzie listened to his explanation and his initial explanation of why he was there seemed to make more sense. He was labouring under a delusion, she thought, one that rendered...teddy bears...monsters. It was a strange thing to contemplate. She believed that he believed what he was saying, and that was enough. She didn't need to disabuse others of their delusions, that was what therapy was for.<br><br>"I'd prefer to find out that I was willing to kill them," she said, "otherwise, I'd be out of my own control, and I'd rather be a murderer with amnesia than lose control of myself."<br><br>It came along with the territory of radical honesty that she shared her deeply personal insights in such a short conversation with someone she barely knew, but she didn't mind, she felt better for it, and always had, or she never would have taken up that particular conviction. She believed in it as a way to live her life.<br><br>"Thank you, for coming to get me," she said, "I owe you one. We should probably head back, now, I think."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Children of Yggdrasil - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Miss Lilly</strong> on <strong>12-03-2012, 04:06:03</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.youknowyoulovefashion.com/storage/gossipgirl/season4/0404/0404blair2.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Alice Beaumont<br><strong>Age:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;35<br><strong>Crime:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Stabbing her husband 47 times<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;In therapy, narrowly avoiding death by sandwich<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Winter, the men<br><hr><br>Almost completely oblivious to the activity going on around her, Alice studiously chewed each mouthful of sandwich before swallowing it and taking another. Her semi-glazed eyes slowly drifted back towards the white haired girl, and somewhere in the recesses of her mind, the woman remembered that she'd been going to make contact with the troubled teen. But why?&nbsp; What had made her think that this girl would welcome her attention?&nbsp; Alice couldn't remember, although she'd been so sure just a few minutes earlier that helping Winter was something she <strong>had</strong> to do.<br><br>Alice tried hard to focus her thoughts.&nbsp; She had always strived to be a good person. To follow those impulses and voices that encouraged her to do positive things.&nbsp; Like helping Winter.&nbsp; But everyone in this room was so...intimidating.&nbsp; And some of them were down right dangerous!&nbsp; If she got herself too involved with them, how would that impact on Anthony?&nbsp; Her throat tightened at the thought of her son, causing her to choke on the masticated food she was trying to swallow.&nbsp; <br><br>Gulping painfully, the housewife managed to dislodge the bite of sandwich without bringing it back up again.&nbsp; The resulting coughing fit brought tears to her eyes, and was only silenced by several large swallows of water.&nbsp; Breathing heavily, Alice tried to compose herself, patting away the moisture on her cheeks with a tissue she plucked out of her handbag.&nbsp; She took a long steadying breath, and sat up straighter in her chair.&nbsp; If she was going to have any hope of following instructions and helping Winter, she had to take the bull by the horns, so to speak.&nbsp; It was time to introduce herself to the white haired girl who, without guidance, may find herself in fifteen years time waking up next to a monster.&nbsp; Alice couldn't let that happen. If only there'd been someone there to help her at that age, she wouldn't have had to endure the nightmare that her marriage to Dean had been.<br><br>Putting the worrying thoughts about her son aside, Alice stood, smoothed her coat nervously, and made her way across the room to Winter, giving the men in the group as wide a berth as possible.<br><br>"Hello," Alice said softly.&nbsp; "I'm Alice.&nbsp; It's nice to meet you."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Children of Yggdrasil - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Kitsune</strong> on <strong>12-03-2012, 06:23:00</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://fc00.deviantart.net/fs30/f/2008/181/3/9/3968dc010f0bfef5ef15f948d00095b6.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Age:</strong> <span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">18 yrs old</span><br><strong>Crime:</strong> <span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Brutally killed her father and three other for unknown reasons.</span><br><strong>Location:</strong> <span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">New York Library, the therapy room</span><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> <span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Phaedra, Alice</span><br><hr><br><br>Winter felt a little relief in finally getting it out but she still bit her lip filled with trepidation.&nbsp; It didn’t matter that there were others who had killed.&nbsp; She still felt as if a weight of judgment was on her shoulders.&nbsp; Tim was right, she was crazy.&nbsp; She knew it.&nbsp; You couldn’t hear voices if you were sane…right.&nbsp; Another young woman joined the group.&nbsp; A beautiful Asian woman who seemed more scared of her shadow than anything else.&nbsp; Winter felt for her.&nbsp; She didn’t like to be in a room with so many strangers but she had told herself that she would try.&nbsp; There was something about her voices that were off.&nbsp; Not Sugar, but the others.&nbsp; They just didn’t seem a part of her.&nbsp; <br><br>When the doctor broke everything up for a break, she wondered about that.&nbsp; Did she want them to mingle.&nbsp; Her eyes darted around the room and she just wasn’t sure she was ready but then would she ever be?&nbsp; She saw Phaedra looking at her and she blinked gray startled eyes.&nbsp; The woman seemed very intimidating.&nbsp; She smiled weakly but the woman had already turned away.&nbsp; She had an odd look in her eyes and Winter wondered about it.&nbsp; She may have a hard time being around people but she was always curious about what people thought.&nbsp; There was always something about the eyes….<br><br>Suddenly, she heard a voice in her head and she winced, her body tensing.&nbsp; She slowly began to relax.&nbsp; It wasn’t Sugar but it was soothing, like a mother caressing a child.&nbsp; Slowly her muscles relaxed.&nbsp; The doctor was here to help, she had to know what she was doing.&nbsp; She rose up from her chair and moved over to the table.&nbsp; The spread was meager and she wasn’t really hungry but others were getting food and drink.&nbsp; She looked up in time to see Kenzie leave and wondered about her abrupt departure.&nbsp; Would she be back?&nbsp; If it was hard on her, was it just as hard on them?&nbsp; So many questions and probably none to answer.<br><br>She thought on the voice and wondered where Sugar went off to.&nbsp; She seemed so quiet when there was so much going on.&nbsp; “Sugar,” she whispered.&nbsp; She was met with silence.<br><br><em>I’m here.</em> came the response after a moment.&nbsp; Sugar said nothing more.&nbsp; <br><br>Winter wondered why her other self was seemed so distant suddenly but thought nothing of it.&nbsp; Sugar could be very unpredictable and yet it seemed okay.&nbsp; She didn’t want Sugar unleashed at the moment.<br><br>She picked up a water bottle and noticed one of the nice looking men leave the room.&nbsp; Was everyone leaving?&nbsp; She was about to unscrew the cap when the girl with the purple striped hair suddenly started a fire.&nbsp; It had caused a commotion and she went stock still.&nbsp; The fire’s light entranced her, as if it were a beacon.&nbsp; She stood there clutching the bottle to her chest, her breath held.&nbsp; Then the fire was gone.&nbsp; Phaedra stood over it with an empty water bottle.&nbsp; Winter looked down at the one she was holding a little too tightly and wished she could be as confidant as the her.&nbsp; She could have done that….who was she kidding.&nbsp; Except for murder, she wasn’t good for much.&nbsp; She released the breath she was holding.&nbsp; She took a swallow, not realizing how dry her throat was.&nbsp; She looked at the two men.&nbsp; Strange how to her eyes they seemed the same yet different.&nbsp; Like to shades of the same dark color.&nbsp; Not that they were the same but as if they held pain and savored it.&nbsp; Just how, she wasn’t sure.&nbsp; Thought at the moment it seemed like two cocks facing off to fight.<br><br>Then another voice reached her mental ears and she cringed.&nbsp; Fear welled up inside her.&nbsp; It was one of those voices.&nbsp; One of the ones Sugar usually held back.&nbsp; Where was Sugar.&nbsp; She wanted to hold her ears to block the sound even though it came from inside her.&nbsp; Her breath grew ragged and her heart beat grew rapid.&nbsp; She squeezed on the bottle expelling some of the water.&nbsp; “Please, please, please,” she whispered under her breath.&nbsp; Not crazy, they’re not, she thought to herself.&nbsp; The voice made her skin crawl.&nbsp; She looked frantically around the dimming room.&nbsp; Would they hurt her?&nbsp; Is something bad happening?&nbsp; She did not want to black out.&nbsp; When she blacked out, bad things happened.&nbsp; Suddenly she was facing a woman.&nbsp; At first she felt threatened but months of practice held her in check.&nbsp; <br><br>The woman was not threatening, the woman was nice.&nbsp; She had heard her story.&nbsp; Her voice had sounded determined and sweet.&nbsp; She was pretty.&nbsp; Winter told herself these things to calm down.&nbsp; When the woman introduced herself, Winter smiled tentatively and wary.&nbsp; She didn’t like the voice but she learned not to believe everything the bad voices said.<br><br>“Winter.&nbsp; It is nice to meet you,” she said.&nbsp; In a way, she was at a loss to as to what to say next.&nbsp; She was still feeling shaky but somehow the soft tone of Alice’s voice was soothing.&nbsp; “I, uhm, am very glad you were able to get away from your husband.”<br><br>The moment she said it, she realized it sounded stupid.&nbsp; She didn’t know the full story but then, her father never liked how she didn’t clean her room.&nbsp; She flushed, trying to be cheerful and smiling, but her eyes were haunted with memories.&nbsp; Where was Sugar to take her pain?<br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Children of Yggdrasil - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Esoteric Myobi</strong> on <strong>12-03-2012, 08:24:28</strong>
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				The mood shifted after the doctor proposed a break and she noted with interest the different reactions each patient displayed towards the idea. Some seemed disoriented and highly uncomfortable as eyes widened before flitting around, skin paled, and muscles tensed. The remaining few seemed perfectly at ease.<br><br>Not even five minutes into their break and the acrid smell of smoke turned heads as everyone's focus centered on Sarah. The hint of charcoal had been in the air for quite some time already, but it was to be expected with snow. Panic fluttered in Jenny's heart at the sight of the dark trail drifting towards the high ceiling. Like many of the others, she had turned her back to make use of the refreshment table. Now, she wished she hadn't. <br><br>Hurrying over towards the hunched figure, others made it there before her and she stopped instead to observe their behaviors. The initial surprise quickly faded once it became apparent that it was merely a small fire in a controlled area. She made note of those who attempted to comfort Sarah, as well as those who did nothing or looked on with scorn. Going through her mental checklist, she couldn't help but wonder if Sarah's arson attempts were compulsive or not. <br><br><em>"Nice one... good try doc, but you won't get a rise out of me."</em><br><br>Jenny blinked at Tim's accusing finger, not sure what exactly he was blaming her for. Did he think that she had caused Sarah to set the fire? Had she been the cause? Was the therapy session only further triggering her need to burn things? That nagging kernel of doubt that she had buried at the beginning of their meeting resurfaced as she questioned herself.<br><br>An angry sizzle hissed as water quenched the small fire and brought Jenny out of her musings as she noted Phaedra's actions. She appeared as sensible and matter-of-fact as the way she presented herself, a puzzling fact knowing the curious crime she had committed. The two acts -- her reprimanding Sarah and her act of violence -- were complete opposites. Obviously there was another side to the bureaucrat that she needed to meet...<br><br>As Sarah retreated to her seat, Jenny stepped forwards to examine the contents of the trash can and a brief pause was followed by a resigned sigh. A quick flash of anger was quickly muffled. <em>Well, there goes this month's paycheck.</em> Her tablet lay on the bottom, the plastic blackened and partially melted, its cracked screen stared dolefully up at her from its nest of burnt garbage. Reaching down, her fingers tentatively touched the rim of the metal basket, careful to see if it was hot, before picking it up and pulling out the small tablet. It was a sad mess of its former glory, though closer inspection showed that she could probably still retrieve some data from it. Muttering under her breath, she sighed again. "Good thing I have everything backed up at home." Losing her tablet was certainly an annoyance, but there was nothing to gain from moping about it.<br><br>Turning to face Sarah, pity welled up in her as she took in her defensive posture. At the same time, she continued to question whether or not the fire had been intentional. The garbage was still slightly smoldering and the smell was far from pleasant. Deciding to give everyone some time to themselves -- and give herself some time alone as well -- she gave a lopsided smile. "I suppose I didn't actually need that tablet anyway, but please refrain from burning anything else while you're here Sarah." Glancing down at the garbage can in her hand, she looked towards the doors as Kenzie and Detrius returned from the hall. "I think I'll throw this out somewhere else." A crinkling of her nose was clear enough as to her reason why.<br><br>Checking her watch, she looked up to see how everyone else was doing. It was a relief that the fire hadn't resulted in anything save a minor annoyance for all. "Okay, we'll be starting again once I'm back. There's no rush to finish eating though." She had no problems with people eating during discussions. A comfortable environment was important to establish. With one last smile, she turned to head out the doors with the purpose of simply dropping the can outside the room. Possibly even the restroom. Even she needed to clear her head from time to time.<br><br>As she turned the knob, opening the door, a loud CRACK! echoed ominously through the room and Jenny jumped in surprise at the sound. Looking around, nothing seemed out of order. Had it come from the hallway? Looking through the door, nothing seemed out of the ordinary either. Or was it from outside the building? A series of smaller crackling noises sounded above and looking up her eyes widened before narrowing quizzically. Parts of the ceiling had peeled away, similar to peeling paint though that was to be expected with old age and lack of proper maintenance. A web of fine cracks were spread across the ceiling above the doors and the center of it was slowly widening.<br><br>Quickly stepping backwards, she wondered if the ceiling had weakened with age and was beginning to sag. But what exactly was--<br><br>Suddenly the entire section of ceiling gave way, a charred and flaming beam crashing through in a shower of sparks and debris, pinning the stunned doctor beneath. There was no scream, the doctor merely laid beneath the fiery beam, eyes wide and disoriented with shock. The beam lay slanted across her body, only the top half of her was still visible to the group. Blue eyes slowly focused on the patients and minutes seemed to pass before her lips moved soundlessly with effort. The garbage can rolled timidly to the side and into the wall, its contents spilling out in the process.<br><br>Through the gaping hole in the ceiling, an inferno was all that was left of the upper level of the building as fire licked at the walls and quickly consumed books and furniture. It traveled down through the new opening as flames ate away at the wall and began devouring the doors, the hole in the ceiling widening as it went. Soon, another beam joined the first and the doctor disappeared from view. The smell of smoke was no longer simply from Sarah's little 'accident', nor was it the irritating burn of breathing outside as snow fell. Instead, the heat was all too real and threatening as it crackled viciously, smoke billowed up from the old building to join the dark clouds outside.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Children of Yggdrasil - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Miss Lilly</strong> on <strong>13-03-2012, 03:57:32</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.youknowyoulovefashion.com/storage/gossipgirl/season4/0404/0404blair2.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Alice Beaumont<br><strong>Age:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;35<br><strong>Crime:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Stabbing her husband 47 times<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Transfixed by the horror unfolding in front of her in the Library<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Winter<br><hr><br>Winter's statement, and the resulting blush which was likely caused by feeling like she'd said to much, made Alice smile.&nbsp; It transformed her face.&nbsp; The haunted look disappeared from her eyes momentarily, and the pretty brunette became stunning.&nbsp; Before she could respond and put the pale haired girl at ease, though, a loud crack reverberated around the room.&nbsp; Alice looked around, partly for the source of the noise, partly to see if anyone else had heard it.&nbsp; The Voices usually spoke using words, not sound affects. But then, anything was possible.<br><br>Catching sight of the Doctor looking perplexed, Alice was sure that she'd heard the noise too, although clearly she also had no idea where it had come from. Alice followed her lead and looked up, just in time to see the ceiling collapse.&nbsp; She screamed, and scurried backwards away from the carnage, pulling Winter along with her.&nbsp; Unable to drag her eyes from the terrible sight of Doctor Hudgeworth pinned beneath the burning debris, Alice clutched at her throat in panic.&nbsp; Had anyone else noticed that she was under the flaming beam?<br><br>"Help her.&nbsp; Someone help her," Alice pleaded, fear making her voice several tones higher than normal.&nbsp; She reached up and tried to turn Winter's face away, forgetting that the girl beside her was not a child, and had not only witnessed, but been the cause of, much much worse. "Don't look, honey..." she soothed.&nbsp; "Just don't look."<br><br>Alice, however, couldn't seem to stop looking, even as Dr Hudgeworth herself began to burn.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Children of Yggdrasil - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Remiel</strong> on <strong>14-03-2012, 21:30:06</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img819.imageshack.us/img819/3311/filmnoir3.jpg)</div><strong>Drake Holland</strong><br><strong>Age:</strong> 35<br><strong>Crime:</strong> Aggravated assault, torture, attempted murder<br><strong>Location:</strong> New New York, Public Library<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> ---<br><hr>The loud, staccato splintering noise caused Drake's head to jerk up, and the scream had him out of his seat.&nbsp; Unbelievably, it seemed that all Hell had broken loose.&nbsp; &nbsp;How long had the fire been burning on the story above?&nbsp; Had the place been engulfed in flames during the entire meeting?&nbsp; How was it possible that no one had noticed it?&nbsp; Shrugging quickly out of his coat, throwing it over his left arm, he attempted to use it as a flimsy shield against the heat and fire as he inched closer to the shrink.&nbsp; He could see the woman, barely, pinned in by pieces of timber and detritus from the floor above.&nbsp; He grit his teeth, and slunk forward, trying to reach her, but it was no good.&nbsp; There was no way he could get to her without being badly burned himself.<br><br>Cursing, he turned back to the group.&nbsp; "Help me find an extinguisher!" he called out. "There's got to be one around here somewhere.&nbsp; And those of you who have phones, call Emergency services!"&nbsp; He plucked his glasses from his eyes, casting wildly about for a fire extinguisher.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Children of Yggdrasil - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WendySlaveGirl</strong> on <strong>14-03-2012, 22:05:56</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://imagecache6.allposters.com/LRG/37/3749/PCCZF00Z.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Sarah Black<br><strong>Age:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;20<br><strong>Crime:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Burning down an art gallery<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;In the therapy room<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;No one<br><hr><br>The events snapped Sarah out of her daze and she rocketed to her feet. "Noooo...this is my fault! I didn't meant to! " She blinked and looked around rapidly. "I didn't light the fire upstairs, I mean the trashcan! She was carrying it when the beam fell on her!" She realized though that if she didn't remember the last two fires she might have set the upstairs on fire. She shook her head and looked at Drake then began looking around the room frantically for a fire extinquisher. "Aren't extinquishers usually in the hallways?" She looked back at the doctor then up at the fire above. "We have to get out of here or we'll all die!" She hated saying it, she hated the thought of leaving the doctor but it was true. She knew fire and the one upstairs was an inferno.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Children of Yggdrasil - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Niferbelle</strong> on <strong>15-03-2012, 03:55:35</strong>
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				<div class="floatright"> (http://i627.photobucket.com/albums/tt357/Niferbelle/futureponytail-1.jpg)</div><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Phaedra Leitner</strong></span><br><strong>Age:</strong> 27<br><strong>Crime:</strong> Attempted murder<br><strong>Location:</strong> Library Reading Room<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> <br><br>Everything took on a surreal quality for Phaedra once she flinched and covered up from the beam collapsing and she had a moment to process the shock. She felt a sort of detached empathy for the poor doctor, she wasn't entirely immune to the horror of it, but there was also something else pulsing through her. She was no firebug. She had no impulse toward arson, no thrill in seeing something burn and yet her eyes gleamed a bit as she glanced up at the gaping, burning hole in the ceiling. She felt suddenly infused with energy, the energy of chaos, the thrill of watching the order of everything so quickly, beautifully, and savagely dismantled. It was a shame about the doctor, she'd seemed well-intentioned enough and certainly didn't deserve such a fate, but remaking the world was bound to come with casualties and the doctor would just be the first of countless many. Thousands? Millions? <br><br>She shrugged out of her suit jacket then dumped a bottle of water on it before holding it up to her face as a barrier to the smoke. She moved in behind Drake as he attempted to reach the doctor, prepared to help if he had any success, but it was soon clear it couldn't be done.<br><br>"Damn," she swore softly, then touched him lightly on the back before she had to be in motion again, feeling like she couldn't be contained, feeling like...Shadowplay...dancing amid the flames of anarchy. It was intoxicating. She paused as she moved past Sarah as the girl made her observation about life expectancy and gave her a smile. "You're right! We will! I believe there should be an extinguisher back by the restrooms. Let's just hope it's still there and still functional."<br><br>She scampered back in that direction, squinting against the smoke, not planning to take more than a moment to see if one was there before seeing to the all important job of getting herself out.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Children of Yggdrasil - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jayline</strong> on <strong>16-03-2012, 07:21:39</strong>
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				A tight smile plays across Detrius's face.<br><br><strong>"Wouldn't have touched the drink anyway, too sweet for me.</strong><br><br>As the young man walks away Isaac sighs in relief. Ever since the lost year, he's run out of things to say. Must be too deep in his head, or maybe too far out of it. He gives the refreshments table a quick scan and slips in when Phaedra slinks off to the distraught arsonist across the room. He tucks a small sandwich into his pocket and leans up against the wall. He opens his sketch book and quickly jots down what the voices said. Isaac will not allow any more clues to slip from his memory.<br><br>Isaac pulls the sandwich out of his pocket and watches the others as he eats. The voices still echo in his head, and he's not about to oblige any of them until he can understand them. Where is the pixie girl from before? He was certain she'd heard them too. The others mill about warily, like members of a social club for psychopaths. Mr. Thomas leers hungrily as the detective grills him off away from the others. Alice shuffles along with a dead look in her eye. Ness soothes and Phaedra scolds. The girl in the middle looks like she could cry. The nameless newcomer remains seated.<br><br>And what of Winter, and her sensual resident? She's talking with Alice who seems to be back in the land of the living for a moment. A splash of color catches his eye, Kenzie! It looks like Detrius found her. Maybe now there's time to sort out whats going on-<br><br>Isaac's thoughts are interrupted by a loud crack, followed by a crackling groan. His eyes follow the sound to the psychiatrist, who stares up at a buckling section of the ceiling. It collapses, swallowing up the doctor and blocking off the door with a roiling wall of flame. Things seem to slow down as the fire spreads, and the others fade away, as though he were watching them at a great distance. As if Isaac were watching himself from a distance.<br><br>Isaac puts the half eaten sandwich back on the table and tucks a bottle of water in his coat pocket, slowly walks back to his chair and retrieves his things. He soaks his muffler in water and wraps it around his face. He folds up his chair, and drags it, sketchbook and umbrella under arm, to the nearest window.<br><br>The first blow only makes the glass wobble like gelatin in a mold. The second shatters it against the soggy plywood on the other side. A quick scrape with the chair and the larger shards are broken apart and swept off the windowsill. Isaac can't feel the heat of the blaze, or the cold steel in his hand. He can only watch as something, climbs up into the windowsill and begins kicking at the rotten wood. It sticks the chair into the small gap it makes.<br><br>'I'm having an episode, I'm having one right now,' Isaac tries to move, tries to reach out and grab himself, tries to scream. The thing stops levering at the window and turns to look directly at him. Isaac feels cold breath on his neck.<br><br>It's air! Isaac turns around and looks at the chair jammed into the boards, looks down at hands, his hands. There's a rush of cold air coming in from outside, and an inferno raging at his back, and a reeling feeling in his head. He starts prying at the window again, feeling it slowly give, feeling the cold steel in his hands.<br><br>"Someone, help!" he yells through over his shoulder at the others.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Children of Yggdrasil - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>16-03-2012, 08:19:41</strong>
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				As Kenzie walked back into the main room, she saw the doctor leaving with the can. Kenzi didn't pay much attention as they passed. She had fully intended to grab a drink and retake her seat, thinking that her mind had settled for a moment.<br><br>She turned to the sudden sound and rush of confusing heat and noise that accompanied the falling beam, and the revealing of the inferno above.<br><br>She looked around to see what was going on, as though there was more to learned about what had just happened, elsewhere. Still, she didn't feel panicked, rather she was, determined. Unlike many she knew, who only knew virtual crisis, or dealt with virtual problems, she'd always been very, hands on. Her crimes had been proof enough of that.<br><br>She could see that there was no easy way out, and getting out had to be the priority. Even if the doctor wasn't dead, if they didn't get out fast, their chances would rapidly decline, she thought. She pulled off her top, not thinking she had time to bother with finding something else. She opened a bottle of water and soaked it, before tying it over her mouth and nose. Then she saw Isaac's solution, and heard him yell for help. She bolted over, not having time to pay attention to anything else. She jumped up into the window sill and starts kicking at the boards, hoping to loosen or break them, to help Isaac.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Children of Yggdrasil - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Kitsune</strong> on <strong>18-03-2012, 08:10:08</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://fc00.deviantart.net/fs30/f/2008/181/3/9/3968dc010f0bfef5ef15f948d00095b6.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Age:</strong> <span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">18 yrs old</span><br><strong>Crime:</strong> <span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Brutally killed her father and three others for unknown reasons.</span><br><strong>Location:</strong> <span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">New York Library, the burning therapy room</span><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> <span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Isaac and Alice</span><br><hr><br><br><br>It is a funny thing when something extraordinary happens the world seems to play out in that weird slow motion.&nbsp; Winter was engaged in small talk with Alice and for a moment it was pleasant.&nbsp; Then she was turning her head at the sound of odd cracking.&nbsp; Her gray eyes roved upward, even as the good doctor was looking.&nbsp; The ceiling seemed to gape open like a dragon’s maw and come down upon the doctor as if engulfing her in its jaws.&nbsp; She seemed transfixed by the licking flames, the wash of heat and smoke seemingly unnoticed.&nbsp; Her eyes were on the Dr. Jenny.&nbsp; She looked into the eyes of the doctor and she was frozen.&nbsp; She watched the light go out and something inside her shifted, coming closer.<br><br><em>”Winter!&nbsp; Winter!”</em> Sugar had not been paying attention, but now she was and she was cursing inside for being lax.&nbsp; She felt the Night moving closer but she couldn’t do both at the same time.&nbsp; Save Winter, deal with Night later. <br><br>Winter snapped to when Alice made her look away, the voice like a mothers but Winter was afraid.&nbsp; She started screaming and then she was the girl who was not there.&nbsp; “Dammit!&nbsp; I leave for one second and this happens,” Sugar said, sweeping a hand through her pale bangs.&nbsp; She looked around and saw the exits blocked. “Shit!”<br><br>Before she could make a move to the windows, she saw Isaac making his way to them.&nbsp; “Good thinking, sketchboy!” she shouted and turned to follow.<br><br><em>Wait!&nbsp; Alice! She…she was nice to me.</em><br><br>“Fuck, Winter, I can’t save everyone.&nbsp; If you haven’t noticed the whole fucking building is in flames and people are looking to get out or put out the fire.&nbsp; I’m opting out, little ass fire extinguisher isn’t going to do shit,” Sugar said looking for all the world like she was arguing with herself.<br><br><em>Please, Sugar.&nbsp; We have to be-</em><br><br>“-good.&nbsp; Yeah, yeah,” she said and turned to Alice, making for the woman’s hand.&nbsp; “Come on!&nbsp; We go through the windows, lady!”&nbsp; Just as she yelled it, Isaac shattered the window.&nbsp; There was a sudden flash and then a roar.&nbsp; Sugar turned in time to see what looked like a huge sheet of flame coming for her and she froze, a scream silent on her lips.&nbsp; Even as it felt as though the heat wrapped her in searing warmth, she went dark.<br><br>“Fire can be so pretty, don’t you think.&nbsp; Winter says to be good.&nbsp; She doesn’t think I can be good.&nbsp; If you take my hand, I will help you drop over the side.&nbsp; It is not a long drop, just a short one…I promise,” spoke Night who smiled.&nbsp; The smile never reached her emotionless eyes and her voice was tinged with ice.&nbsp; &nbsp;She held her hand out to Alice as if a spider to the fly.&nbsp; “Coming, hmmmm?”<br><br><em>Night! Please…don’t do anything….bad.</em>&nbsp; Winter didn’t know if Night heard her, she could only pray.&nbsp; This was the first time in a very long time, that Winter was aware while Night was in control and Sugar always fought Night but strangely it felt empty in here.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Children of Yggdrasil - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Michael Corvus</strong> on <strong>18-03-2012, 22:40:37</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1191.photobucket.com/albums/z466/Corvus269/Characters/TimThomasHead.jpg)</div><div class="floatleft">&nbsp; <br><br></div><strong><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"> Tim Thomas</span></span></strong><br>&nbsp;<strong>Age:</strong> 37<br>&nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>Crime:</strong> Killed 13 and injured 7 in a grocery store shooting<br>&nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>Location:</strong> Still standing in the old library reading room.<br>&nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>Tagging:</strong> Phaedra, Drake, Kenzie (mentioning Alice and Sarah)<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;<hr><br><br>Tim had finally moved to sit in the last vacant chair, but not before first scooting it back from the rest of the group noisily towards the windows. Lowering his large frame into the metal chair, he crossed his thick arms over his barrel chest as much as the chains would allow, watching the others quietly. The others were busying themselves with conversation or eating sandwiches and drinking water. Tim wasn't feeling the need to eat despite the fact that those sandwiches were probably ten times better than any prison food he'd 'enjoyed.' He watched with disinterest as the doctor first reprimanded the goth girl for setting the fire before moving towards the door to store the can outside and rid themselves of the horrid stench of burning plastics and silicone. <br><br>There was a sudden, deafening crack that filled the room, causing Tim to look around for the source of the curious noise with dark, searching eyes. After a quick scan of the entire room and cursory inspection of it's occupants, Tim's eyes fell once again back on the doctor, noticing her looking up to the cracking, sagging ceiling. All at once, she was engulfed in a heap of burning and charred timber and debris. A living, breathing beast of fire prowled down from the room above, quickly consuming the immediate area surrounding it and guarding the room's only exit like a protective mother defending it's offspring.<br><br>Bolting to his feet, he immediately began surveying the room for any other means of egress. Alice screamed for someone to help the doctor but Tim was certain she was gone, and besides he was much too concerned with his own well-being. He watched as things began to move in slow motion; Phaedra came from the bathroom with a small extinguisher while Isaac used his chair to smash the tempered glass of the boarded windows. As he moved towards Isaac and the window he'd busted out, Kenzie, the rainbow-haired little girl jumped up into the window and started kicking at the boards. <br><br>He snarled impatiently, thinking how feeble her attempts would be of clearing the boards free with her scrawny legs. Reaching up a big hand, he hooked them in the back of her pants and yanked with a growl, trying to dislodge her from the window. <strong>"Get the fuck out of my way!"</strong> His words were loud and clear, matching the grimace that painted his bearded face.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Children of Yggdrasil - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WendySlaveGirl</strong> on <strong>18-03-2012, 22:48:34</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatleft">(http://imagecache6.allposters.com/LRG/37/3749/PCCZF00Z.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Sarah Black<br><strong>Age:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;20<br><strong>Crime:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Burning down an art gallery<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;In the therapy room<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;No one<br><hr><br>She hesitated for only a moment before moving quickly in the direction of Drake, Phaedra and Tim. She paused at the food and drink table, gathering a couple of sandwiches, some chips and a bottle of water and then running over to the window. She tucked the items into her purse and shrugged when she saw how the others looked at her. "Look, if we survive who knows what comes next. That fire is no accident. I didn't start it but someone did and it just happened to occur when we're here? No, someone is setting us up or trying to kill us and we need to find out who and why." She picked up one of the wooden chairs and began hitting at the board in between Tim's ramming them. She noticed with satisfaction that the boards were starting to crack. They might escape after all!
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Children of Yggdrasil - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Esoteric Myobi</strong> on <strong>19-03-2012, 06:31:29</strong>
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				Chaos erupted with the fire's thunderous entrance into the library's main reading room, engulfing the oblivious doctor beneath with a crash. A scream punctuated the room and that one sound of utter panic seemed to snap the rest of the group out of their momentary stupor. All of a sudden, the room was full of activity as everyone's minds turned to a single objective -- escape.<br><br>Drake answered Alice's cries to help the fallen doctor, only to find it impossible to venture through the debris and searing heat. Phaedra joined Drake's side, squinting through the dancing flames and smoke to the blocked hallway behind. While no fire extinguishers could be seen, her searching glance flits upon the trash can and its burnt remains against the wall of the room. The doctor's partially melted tablet had spilled onto the floor and the spreading flames were slowly making their way towards it.<br><br>Across the room, a dull thumping sound persisted followed by a call for help by Isaac. With chair in hand, he was battering away at one of the many boarded windows. A small waft of cold air blew in through a small opening as one of the chair legs poked through part of the wooden plank. Kenzie's kicks soon joined in with Isaac's chair as together they attempted to break the plank. Soon enough, it gave way and fell through to the ground below as it split in half making a small exit that the slender female patients could probably squeeze past. Even as cold air swept into the room, the scent of sharp charcoal was unmistakable as a few flurries of black snow flew in, the fire behind the group flared to life with a vengeance.<br><br>Flames that had simply been idly eating away at the wall lengthened and grew as it began spreading wildly. The heat was quickly becoming unbearable, making the blistering cold outside seem far more preferable. With the sudden growth of the flames, they seemed to burst forth with a life of its own as it greedily tried to suck in those closest to it -- Drake and Phaedra. Drake's raincoat began catching fire as the flames ate hungrily away at the flimsy cloth, the sunglasses perched on his nose were becoming far too hot for comfort as the skin beneath felt as if it were burning uncomfortably. Phaedra found herself in a similar situation as the moisture of her suit jacket was quickly drying, the smell of singed hair reached her nostrils as a stray spark landed on her shoulder and caught a strand of her ponytail before quickly spreading up and eating away 4-5 centimeters of her lovely hair. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Children of Yggdrasil - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WendySlaveGirl</strong> on <strong>19-03-2012, 06:53:11</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://imagecache6.allposters.com/LRG/37/3749/PCCZF00Z.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Sarah Black<br><strong>Age:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;20<br><strong>Crime:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Burning down an art gallery<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;In the therapy room<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Phaedra<br><hr><br>Sarah knew she was small enough to squeeze through the opening but the others were in her way. She turned to call out that they had an opening when she saw Phaedra's hair catch on fire. She reacted, working, ironically, of her memory of her small fire being put out. She ran to Phaedra and jerked the water bottle out of her purse, flipping the cap off and quickly dowsing Phaedra's hair. "Come on! We have to get out of here!" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Children of Yggdrasil - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>19-03-2012, 07:19:48</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lpwmwptLVI1qd48zvo1_500.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> Kenzie Autumn<br><strong>Age:</strong> 22<br><strong>Location:</strong> Main Reading Room<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Tim, Isaac<br><hr><br>Kenzie felt a sharp yank, as Tim's hand pulled at her pants. She felt herself pulled from the window, and only barely managed to keep herself from cracking her skull on the floor below. Tim had yelled something, but in her surprise she realized she'd barely been paying attention, it had been loud though. What was it? Out of his way, he'd said, she thought. Even so, she'd already broken open a hole in the window, a fact she only discovered as she turned back to look.<br><br>"Fucker!" she yelled at him, before being overwhelmed by the heat that seemed to shoot up in the room, the fresh source of oxygen making the fire into an inferno.<br><br>Looking at the window, it seemed like there was enough space for her, maybe a few of the others. She was good at tight spaces, good at navigating such openings, but the others...she didn't know about. The big guy, who she could remember was a raving psychopath, even for the calibre of the group, was still big, and if he was helping, she wasn't going to do anything about it, right away. That seemed like a sane response, which felt, reassuring.<br><br>She stayed low, hoping that he Isaac would be able to widen the hole enough that they could all get out. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Children of Yggdrasil - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Miss Lilly</strong> on <strong>19-03-2012, 08:52:50</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.youknowyoulovefashion.com/storage/gossipgirl/season4/0404/0404blair2.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Alice Beaumont<br><strong>Age:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;35<br><strong>Crime:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Stabbing her husband 47 times<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Seemingly trapped by flames in the reading room<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Winter &amp; Co<br><hr><br>Still completely transfixed by the horror that the therapy session had become, Alice barely noticed that Winter had left her side.&nbsp; She was still vaguely fuzzy, thanks to the unusually large number of mints she'd had since first entering the building, and the way the flames danced was just so delightfully intoxicating that she didn't want to drag her eyes away.&nbsp; In some peripheral part of her brain, Alice knew there was a flurry of activity going on around her.&nbsp; Several people were attempting to find an escape route.&nbsp; But right at that moment, escape didn't seem all that important.<br><br>The sudden increase in the size of the flames snapped Alice out of her trance as she felt the searing heat of the fire on the exposed flesh of her face and neck.&nbsp; The fire was so hungry it seemed to steal the oxygen right out of Alice's lungs, and finally a sense of self preservation started to kick in.&nbsp; What was she doing, standing here staring at the inferno? She should be trying to get out! Trying to get Winter out!&nbsp; With that thought, she realised that the troubled teen was no longer at her side.&nbsp; Her maternal instincts kicked in again, and she looked around wildly for the girl she had vowed to herself that she would help.<br><br><strong><em>“Fire can be so pretty, don’t you think.&nbsp; Winter says to be good.&nbsp; She doesn’t think I can be good.&nbsp; If you take my hand, I will help you drop over the side.&nbsp; It is not a long drop, just a short one…I promise. Coming, hmmmm?”</em></strong><br><br>Alice jumped a little at the sound of Winter's voice at her shoulder.&nbsp; Even in her half-oblivious state, she could tell that there was something very different about the white haired girl.&nbsp; The way she held herself, the tone of her voice, the look in her eyes, the way she referred to herself in the third person...they were all vastly different than they'd been just a few minutes ago.&nbsp; But then, Alice thought, everyone reacts to stress differently.&nbsp; Not thinking for even the slightest second that Winter would deliberately cause her harm, she took the offered hand and squeezed it gently.<br><br>"It should be me helping you, Winter, not the other way around," the middle aged woman responded. "After all, I'm the grown up here."&nbsp; But Winter seemed to be more in control of her faculties that Alice was, and it was easier just to follow her younger companion's lead than it was to try to think for herself.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Children of Yggdrasil - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>bubby</strong> on <strong>19-03-2012, 22:05:39</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/8a/Black-and-white-blonde-eyes-girl-hair-lips-Favim.com-66962_large.jpg)</div> <br>&nbsp;<strong>Name:</strong>Brazil King<br>&nbsp;<strong>Age:</strong>28<br><strong>Crime:</strong>Attempted patricide<br><strong>Location:</strong>Library parking lot<br><strong>Tagged:</strong>Anyone<br><br><br><hr><br><br><br>Pulling into the parking lot of the New York Library, the motorcycle (http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vKOBPSZ9L3U/TxSpF3IrqrI/AAAAAAAAJA4/Tiz6zFBjIps/s640/tumblr_lxcarzglYn1qheyozo1_500.jpg) between her thighs gave one final roar before settling down to rest. She was late, and she damn well knew it. She'd gone on the prospect that maybe if she was late enough, they'd not let her in... sorry, sessions already begun...oh well she tried ...that sort of thing. But it looked like she wouldn't even need to deal with it at all. Slowly her hands worked her helmet (http://media.screened.com/uploads/0/2800/584284-assetimg.jpeg) from her head, white dreadlocks falling free. She gave off a slight shiver, her breath misting from her mouth. Fucking East Coast winters. Cornflower blue eyes locked upon the building, and the smoke billowing forth from it. A small smirk slid across her lips as her leg lifted and swung free from her bike. Gloved fingers gripped to her helmet and she strolled closer to the front of the library, looking, checking out the situation.<br><br>Finding a bench directly in front of the place, brushing off the layer of snow that had built up, she settled within it casually. A boot settled on a dirty denim knee, her arms settling behind her on the benches back. Waiting. She'd been told she <em>had</em> to do this shit to remain out. Someone would show up eventually, someone she'd make her presence known to. Someone that would be able to get a hold of the right authority figure to let them know she had been here dammit. Wasn't her fucking fault the place had <em>already</em> been on fire.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Children of Yggdrasil - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Niferbelle</strong> on <strong>19-03-2012, 22:41:41</strong>
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				<div class="floatright"> (http://i627.photobucket.com/albums/tt357/Niferbelle/futureponytail-1.jpg)</div><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Phaedra Leitner</strong></span><br><strong>Age:</strong> 27<br><strong>Crime:</strong> Attempted murder<br><strong>Location:</strong> Library Reading Room<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Drake, Sarah, Kenzie<br><br>About the time Phaedra got back with the small fire extinguisher she'd found she realized it wasn't good for more than a paperweight but as she was yelling at Drake to forget about the doctor and just get the hell out, things went from bad to worse. She noticed Drake's predicament before her own, no doubt due to the adrenalin coursing through her, and she hit his coat with a blast from the extinguisher, hopefully putting out the flames before they could do much serious damage. She became aware of the acrid scent of burning hair and a flash of pain in her neck just a moment before she felt the cold splash of water over her head and she whirled around to face Sarah with the coiled energy of a snake about to strike. Fortunately it was dawning on her what had had happened and the anger was fading from her dark eyes so she simply gave Sarah a nod of thanks and tried to take stock of what was going on now.<br><br>The white-haired harlot and the simpering housewife were doing who knew what so she focused on the main group. It seemed a fair division of labor, the psycho going at the window like a mad bull while everybody else scrambled. She had no illusions he was doing it for anything other than his own hide, but hey, if he could make a hole for the rest of them, maybe it would do a little to start balancing out the old karmic spreadsheet. She motioned to Sarah and to Kenzie, who had the common sense to stay low. Phaedra followed suit and gestured for Sarah to get on the floor as well.<br><br>"Just keep falling back until the window's open," Phaedra yelled above the din of the flame then brandished the fire extinguisher. "I'll give us as much room as I can with this. Holland! Come one, man, look out for your own ass now."<br><br>She glanced back at the window again to see what progress was being made, ready to step in with the extinguisher there too to give them room to work if they needed.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Children of Yggdrasil - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WendySlaveGirl</strong> on <strong>19-03-2012, 22:49:08</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatleft">(http://imagecache6.allposters.com/LRG/37/3749/PCCZF00Z.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Sarah Black<br><strong>Age:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;20<br><strong>Crime:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Burning down an art gallery<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;In the therapy room<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Phaedra<br><hr><br>Sarah dropped down next to Phaedra and looked around the room. She crawled closer towards the fire extinquisher, impressed so far with the other woman's quick thinking and survival skills. She had to admit to finding it a bit ironic that she might end up dying in a fire at the rate things were going and she hoped the big guy would either finish breaking the window or get the hell out of the way so she and the other women could crawl through that opening that had been made. She poised on hands and knees, looking almost like a runner in a relay race, clearly ready to bolt through the window. A thought occured to her and she grabbed another water bottle, opened it and poured it over her own head and shoulders, not about to risk her own hair catching fire. She grabbed a couple of napkins and poured the rest over it and held them up to her mouth and nose, hoping this improvised 'mask' would give her some extra time.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Children of Yggdrasil - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jayline</strong> on <strong>20-03-2012, 06:08:23</strong>
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				Slam, slam, slam.<br><br>Kenzie is in the windowsill, hammering at the boards. Isaac follows suit, swinging at a wide sheet of plywood blackened by rot.<br><br>Slam-slam-slam-slam-slam.<br><br>The rhythm is unbroken as the two alternate blows against the board. Despite the raging inferno at his back, Isaac is calm, focusing only on the board, on the small crack forming in the middle. The people behind him, the fire, the toxic black snow that blows in from the gaps in the board, all fade away, and the room grows dark until all he can see is the crack. It widens and falls away. Isaac turns to Kenzie, but the room is too dark to see her. He feels himself fall.<br><br>Darkness, and then a gruff voice.<br><br>"Herää!"<br><br>Light and sound flood in. Above him, the convict struggles with the boards, to his sides Kenzie and Phaedra crouch low to the ground, protecting their mouths and watching.<br><br>"Smoke," he whispers hoarsely as spots wheel in his eyes. He pushes himself up, muscles protesting against a fading adrenaline rush. The fire is massive, threatening to consume the entire room. His hand brushes against the toppled folding chair.<br><br>He rises, head low, sucking in the cold air that rushes past, smelling the chemical stink of the snow on his muffler. There's a hole in the planks, big enough for the women. Looks too small for Isaac. Doesn't matter either way, the convict is blocking it off, swinging against the boards in a frenzy.<br><br>He grabs the chair again, and the arm of the nearest person, Phaedra.<br><br>"The boards, if we can't break them, I'll get him out of the way, you get everyone out of here," he manages between breathes. His mouth is almost too dry for words.<br><br>He lets go of Phaedra, and crawls towards the window, careful to avoid Thomas's powerful back swings as he draws near. There's hope yet. The surrounding boards are more substantial than plywood, but black with mold.<br><br>Isaac's body sways as he slams the chair against the boards. He ignores the rebound against his hands, the sting of the snow in his eyes, the fire that burns in his rubbery arms.<br><br>Slam, slam, slam, slam, slam.<br><br>&nbsp;The fire is hot on his back.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Children of Yggdrasil - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Loves</strong> on <strong>20-03-2012, 06:43:25</strong>
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				&nbsp;<div class="floatleft">(http://cdn1.gossipcenter.com/sites/default/files/imagecache/story_header/photos/natalie-portman-topless-ad-dior.jpg)</div> <br>&nbsp;<strong>Name:</strong>Natalie Brewster<br>&nbsp;<strong>Age:</strong>19<br><strong>Crime:</strong> acquitted of first degree murder by&nbsp; reason of insanity, residing now at Gravehaven Mental Institute<br><strong>Location:</strong> Library, Main Lobby - in case of emergency pull!<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> <br><br><br><hr><br>A living doll. That was how Natalie Brewster had been described in the press, perfection had never been so tragic they had said. How could someone with so much promise and talent commit such a dreadful act? Insanity; the poor child had cracked under the unyielding pressure of a perfection seeking monster and the insatiable greed of a wicked stage mother.&nbsp; Justice had been called for and met with a swift ruling of “temporary insanity” there was a small cry for the verdict to be turned over, after all a woman had been murdered, but the louder voice carried effectively silencing those that would string up the pretty ballerina. Another voice sounded along with those sympathetic to young dancer. The Arts had a lot to answer for! The debate had twisted in a direction that had derailed the truth, leaving the bewildered prima ballerina struggling to understand her role in the horrendous crime. Her words echoed in her silent mind “I don’t understand” the answer to her question never answered but for a sadistic laugh ringing in her ears. <br><br>Natalie stared sightlessly out of the window of the sluggish minivan that crawled through the heavy traffic. The snow, blackened with pollution, had made a mess of the roads leaving frustrated drivers to take out their frustrations sending crude gestures punctuated by the sounding of their horns, screaming their disgruntled displeasure into the crisp night air. It was only mere hours beforehand that Natalie had been vehemently protesting her transfer, moving from the comfortable single bedroom she sought solace in, to the windowless patient outing transport vehicle. It wasn’t the group therapy she had objected to, but the method of transpiration.&nbsp; Small, confined places caused the normally reserved, almost timid beauty to strike out wildly, kicking, screaming, and biting…anything to show her displeasure. Had it not been for the keen observation of the young porter and his suggestion that they simple choose an alternative vehicle, preferably one with windows; Natalie might not have found her way to the library at all that fateful night.&nbsp; As luck would have it however, one of the guards volunteered his own vehicle for use of the transport, instantly calming the troubled young girl.&nbsp; Regardless of the reason, the fact remained that Natalie was horribly late, and with the traffic causing even more delays, it would be a miracle if she made it there at all. <br><br>The Library stood stoically, like a dinosaur of knowledge, looming over the grey coated streets. Its windows welcomed only those seeking the musty smells unable to be duplicated by the stream of technology. There were those that clung to the old way of life, preferring the complete sensory experience of reading a book. The feel of the thick paper under their fingers, the smear of ink, the sound of rustling papers, and the smells…one cannot discount the rich musty smells of age and intellect. Natalie bent her head in order to look up into the night sky, still huddled in the back seat of the minivan that now sat idling by the stairs of the great building, pondering the question; would she be able to check out a book or two?.&nbsp; <br><br>“You gotta go in Nat, you are already late sweetie”&nbsp; <br><br>Doug was a kind man, one of many that worked or the Gravehaven Mental Institute that had come to care for the lost and saddened girl. The storm of words that surrounded the trial had twisted the ugly facts, leaving Natalie depicted as the victim rather than predator. It was in the sweet madness of her predicament that others had come to see her as someone in need of protection. The only question was what was she to be protected from?&nbsp; <br><br>“Natalie honey, do you want me to walk you in?”<br><br>His kindness penetrated the fog, grasping Natalie’s attention as she drew her eyes from the once majestic building, placing them firmly unto the smiling face of her protector. Her response was spoken, not by her tongue, but by the softness of her expressive honey brown eyes and the gentle shake of her head. Slipping from the van, Natalie paused only long enough to draw her coat around her body, shivering from the cold that bit her exposed skin, showing no mercy.&nbsp; The breath that stuck to her lungs, stabbed at her throat as the temperature change chilled her bones. Her nose instantly growing red from the chill in the air causing her rosebud lips to shiver with the effort to keep warm.&nbsp; The sound of the electric window winding down droned softly in the back of her mind as the sound of Doug’s voice encouraged her to keep moving. <br><br>“Go on Natalie… its warmer inside. I’ll be here waiting for you when you get back. This will help sweetness…it’ll be good for you.”<br><br>Turning slightly to glance over her shoulder, Natalie offered the kind guard a soft smile. “Thank you” she replied softly, taking comfort in knowing she would not be left alone. Her movements were, as always, graceful. Her posture carried perfectly after years of training giving her a flawlessly regal elegance that emphasized her delicate form.&nbsp; Like the perfection she had worked so hard to achieve, Natalie was the epitome of grace and refinement, yet there was a voice that whispered, constantly building the lies until her eyes grew soulless, darkening them until they became almost completely black. <br><br>Swiftly, Natalie danced up the stairs, light on her feet and with her hands buried deep in her coat pockets. The wind nipped at her heels, pushing her into the almost abandoned building, forcing her to keep her head down until at last, she was sheltered.&nbsp; Once inside she paused only long enough to adjust to her environment. The sound of her footfalls echoed through the empty hall as Natalie walked towards the grand stair case. “Hello?” she called out softly, smiling with relief to hear her voice as it had always been, rather than the gravely sound she had not recognized. “Hello?” She called again, moving closer before stopping dead in tracks. The strong smell of smoke clung to the air, causing Natalie to choke on her words. A thick scent of melted paint and scorched wood grew stronger the closer she moved to the staircase. Its bitter aroma assaulted her nostrils, a direct invasion to the rich aroma of knowledge that normally lingered. It’s sickening scent grew smug, leaving her brain to view it as nothing more than an abomination to the air, causing Natalie to choke upon its pungent fragrance, drawing a nagging cough forcing her to cover her mouth to keep it from invading her lungs.&nbsp; <br><br>Natalie fidgeted as her eyes darted around the lobby, searching for a guard or person in charge in order to alert them of the dangers…there was no one.&nbsp; She would have to seek help herself, but how? Another question…her mind was flooded with them; useless, each one of them, utterly useless. Frustration became a thick lump forming in her throat as panic began to creep into her mind, drawing the laughter that mocked and ridiculed her at every chance. Though today it would not come out the winner, for a small red box hung on the wall caught her eye, drawing her focus long enough to allow her muddled brain to register its label and function; in case of emergency, pull. Moving as quickly as she was able, Natalie reached a slim, elegant hand, grasping the silver metal lever firmly within he fingers and yanked down with all of her might.&nbsp; Instantly her hands moved to cover her ears as the fire alarm screamed out in protest.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Children of Yggdrasil - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Moon Hound Hati</strong> on <strong>20-03-2012, 16:14:31</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img818.imageshack.us/img818/2395/samatclashofthetitanslo.jpg)</div><br><br><strong>Name:</strong> Sam Washington<br><strong>Age:</strong> 28<br><strong>Crime:</strong> Beat his senior officer to death with a heavy duty stapler from the L.A.P.D.'s copy room while singing the national anthem.<br><strong>Location:</strong> Library, Main Lobby<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Natalie Brewster<br><br><br><hr><br>The stapler. That was but one of the cruddy nicknames the press had given him. They were all uninspired and humourless. Still, Sam Washington preferred them over cop turned cop killer. In the eyes of any lawman it was the biggest crime one could commit. The brutality and general insanity of his own deed continued to baffle him. How had it come to this? One minute he had been making some copies for the precinct, the next he found himself being restrained by three colleagues, staring down at the dead body of his superior officer, a bloody heavy duty stapler in hand while his lips chanted the word "justice" over and over again without his concent. It had been a stroke of luck for him in the end that the judges dictated his actions to a bout of "temporal insanity." Having a stellar record had its advantages, even in such a dreadful situation. Rather than the chair, he now had twenty years in prison. "At least you're still alive" was the only comfort here.<br><br>The van grind to a halt, disrupting Sam's train of thought as he lifted his head to face the man in prison guard unifrom seated opposite of him. Neither of them said a word as they felt the weight of the vehicle shift, its driver getting out, slamming the door shut behind him before moving towards the back and opening that one. "Get out," he said simply to the man in the orange jumpsuit, his voice betraying neither hints of compassion nor disgust; professional detachment, one could call it? Sliding across the bench, Sam's white sneakers made contact with dark asphalt, the tip brushing against half molten snow that blended in with its surroundings, having taken up a similar dark colour. That was New York for you; dark and dirty.<br><br>"Move," he was told, a rubber nightstick poking between his shoulderblades to usher him forwards to make room for the other guard. With one on each side, they circled around the van, stepping onto the dull, concrete sidewalk in front of the rather majestic looking, but obviously worn out, library. A pair of bronze lions guarded the entrance atop the staircase. Despite their obvious age, they retained their impressiveness and slight intimidation factor. There was something amiss though, as the trio were quick to note the tendrils of black smoke fuming from the upper levels of the large buildings, most of which dissipated into the smog riddled sky above. Soon a fire alarm rung loudly, the sound spilling from inside.<br><br>"Shit! The building's getting torched!" the guard to his left exclaimed, one hand moving to rest atop his balding head, an expression which clearly displayed both shock and awe plastered across his facial features. They had to do something, Sam thought. Not just stand around like cawking monkeys. That alarm didn't go off by itself. There were people inside, people that needed rescuing.<br><br>"Fuck! Shit! Get... Get Washington back into the van and call nine one one. The fire brigade better get here quick before the whole block burns down," the other guard responded, his previous composure rattled by the unpleasant surprise the burning library presented. This was probably one of the last things he had expected to happen when he woke up this morning, his mind trained for prison riots and not large fires. He moved to grab Sam's arm, but the prisoner, for the first time since his initial arrest, resisted, surprising both of the already startled guards. Driving his knee into the stomach of the guard to his right before spinning around on his heels to headbutt the other, Sam's hands swiftly reached towards the latter man's belt, ripping the keys away with all the strength his cuffed hands could muster.<br><br>Former Los Angeles policeman Sam Washington dashed up the large stone staircase, leaving the pair of stunned prison guards behind, miraculously managing not to trip even once on his way up before he threw himself shoulder first against the double doors of the front entrance. With a grunt he landed on the smooth, marble floor, skidding along its surface about three feet before coming to a halt. Looking down at his wrists, he struggled for a minute to find the right key to undo his bindings. Discarding the cuffs and keys, he pushed himself up onto his feet, rubbing his wrists unconsciously as they were now freed of their painful restraints. They had been put on him too tight on purpose, for sure.<br><br>The alarm was even louder inside, but so were the scent of smoke and burning materials. Deep inside, somewhere in the back of his mind, he could hear a tiny voice chanting "justice" over and over again. Ignoring it, Sam turned his head left and right, scanning the lobby for anyone, living or dead. A girl stood by the wall, next to a tiny red box he recognized as a switch for the fire alarm, hands clamped over her ears in an attempt to mute out the positively deafening sound which echoed through the large room. She was young, slender and beautiful. Probably no older than twenty, by the looks of it.<br><br><em>Not now!</em> He had to remind himself of the current situation for a moment, shaking those idle thoughts from his mind as he approached the young woman with a brisk pace. Placing his large, strong hand on her delicate appearing shoulder, he asked her, "Are you alright, miss?" loudly, attempting to raise his voice to a level where it could be heard over the roaring sound of the alarm. Tugging lightly, he pulled her down along with him into a crouching position. "Keep your head down! It's easier to breath that way!" His throat would surely be soar as hell in the morning if he kept this up.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Children of Yggdrasil - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Remiel</strong> on <strong>20-03-2012, 20:36:41</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img819.imageshack.us/img819/3311/filmnoir3.jpg)</div><strong>Drake Holland</strong><br><strong>Age:</strong> 35<br><strong>Crime:</strong> Aggravated assault, torture, attempted murder<br><strong>Location:</strong> New New York, Public Library<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Phaedra<br><hr>It soon became evident that the poor Doctor Jenny was doomed.&nbsp; The fire extinguisher that Phaedra had found had no chance against the inferno, which seemed to be marching across the floor like a demonic army, consuming everything in its wake and expelling a cloud of thick, dark smoke behind it.&nbsp; The smoke was causing Drake's eyes to water behind his sunglasses, and he knew that he was already in danger of succumbing to smoke inhalation.&nbsp; Quickly, he fished in his pocket for a handkerchief, and held it tightly over his mouth. <br><br>He retreated quickly, crouching to keep low, only noticing the arm of his coat was on fire when Phaedra blasted it with the extinguisher.&nbsp; Nodding somberly in gratitude, he followed her and Sarah to the opposite side of the room.&nbsp; He glanced upward at the roof, which now appeared to be cracking and bulging.&nbsp; Not a good sign.&nbsp; Once again, he wondered how long the fire had been burning--but he shouldn't be surprised, he supposed, at how quickly it had appeared to spread.&nbsp; After all, ancient books with their desiccated contents would make the perfect fuel, and he could imagine the fire spreading from shelf to shelf, devouring row upon row of irreplaceable knowledge.<br><br>His eye caught the overturned garbage can as he half-lurched, half-ran, <strong>particularly the doctor's semi-melted tablet.&nbsp; Instincts borne of many years of being a professional investigator kicked in and he scooped it up, stuffing it in his pants pocket. </strong>&nbsp; Assuming he got out of here alive, there was a chance he might be able to retrieve the data.&nbsp; He had no idea what possible use it might serve, but you never knew.&nbsp; Even trapped in a burning building with a bunch of other psychopaths, he was in the habit of being ever on lookout for clues.<br><br>He coughed behind the handkerchief and glanced at the window.&nbsp; Kenzie, Isaac, and Tim were already working at the window, and by the looks of things they had already pried off enough boards to allow Winter and/or Alice to squeeze out. The rest of the group seemed to be clustered around the window, so Drake left them to it.&nbsp; With any luck, he would be able to follow them out before the smoke overwhelmed him.<br><br>With any luck.<br><br><strong>He whirled, glancing desperately around the room for any other signs of exits, obvious or no--a supply closet, a service hatchway, even a ventilation vent--or anything else that might possibly come in handy, while he waited for the others to pull open the window</strong>.&nbsp; Sarah seemed to have the right idea, and he scooped up as many of the water bottles as he could, carrying them with him.&nbsp; He kept close to Phaedra, as the fire extinguisher she wielded seemed to be the best weapon they had at the moment against the encroaching flames.&nbsp; <br><br>He heard the jarring klaxons of an alarm go off, and nodded.&nbsp; <em>Good,</em> he thought. <em>At least someone had the sense to raise the alarm.</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Children of Yggdrasil - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Loves</strong> on <strong>20-03-2012, 21:05:05</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://cdn1.gossipcenter.com/sites/default/files/imagecache/story_header/photos/natalie-portman-topless-ad-dior.jpg)</div> <br>&nbsp;<strong>Name:</strong>Natalie Brewster<br>&nbsp;<strong>Age:</strong>19<br><strong>Crime:</strong> acquitted of first degree murder by&nbsp; reason of insanity, residing now at Gravehaven Mental Institute<br><strong>Location:</strong> Library, Main Lobby – being rescued from her own stupidity :P<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Sam Washington<br><br><br><hr><br><br>Natalie jumped, twirling on the spot to stare at the man that had come up behind her. Her wide eyes grew to a size that threatened to pop from their sockets, a direct response from the surprise of finding another living being in the doomed building.&nbsp; She moved gracefully to the floor, heeding his advice while nodding her head, acknowledging his command. Her hands still covered her ears as the shrilling alarm screamed its warning loud enough to alert most of the east coast. <strong>”There’s a fire!”</strong> Natalie called out unnecessarily, pointing out what was plainly obvious even without the piercing siren wailing in the background.<strong>”I didn’t see the smoke…it…we… let’s”</strong> she hollered taking a moment to cough as the thick, ominous smoke billowed down the staircase consuming the lobby with its inky blackness. <strong>”Let’s get out of here while we still can!”</strong> announced the young dancer, just in case her would-be-hero had a mind to go searching for any other possible occupants. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Children of Yggdrasil - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Moon Hound Hati</strong> on <strong>20-03-2012, 21:55:27</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img818.imageshack.us/img818/2395/samatclashofthetitanslo.jpg)</div><br><br><strong>Name:</strong> Sam Washington<br><strong>Age:</strong> 28<br><strong>Crime:</strong> Beat his senior officer to death with a heavy duty stapler from the L.A.P.D.'s copy room while singing the national anthem.<br><strong>Location:</strong> Library, Main Lobby - saving a young lady like a big damn hero :P<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Natalie Brewster<br><br><br><hr><br><br>His eyes followed hers, looking up the the wide staircase from which the black smoke came, the volume increasing rapidly with each passing second. The voice at the back of his mind, tiny as it was before, now bellowed loudly, almost to the point that it began drowning out the bellowing sirens. Sam wanted to listen to it, respond to that desire to climb those stairs and see if there was anyone else. While it seemed unlikely to find anyone still conscious or even alive by this point, that tiny possibility persisted, nagging at him like acid. Turning his head, he looked at the young woman again, her innocent yet slightly panicked expression tugging at the strings of his heart.<br><br><strong>"Yeah... Yeah, let's get out of here!"</strong> he responded, the voice inside his head falling silent suddenly, the cries for justice disappearing into nothingness, replaced by the roaring alarmbells. Taking hold of her small hand while telling her to keep her head low, he lead the young woman towards the double doors that formed the entrance of the library, pulling one open. Quickly they darted outside. While the air outside was polluted with smog, it wouldn't kill them as fast as the thick smoke inside would have. When the pair was about halfway down the stone steps, he stopped and turned to check on her. <strong>"Are you alright?"</strong> There was genuine concern in his blue eyes, the policeman inside him wishing to know if it could be satisfied with this one saved life.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Children of Yggdrasil - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Michael Corvus</strong> on <strong>21-03-2012, 21:27:19</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1191.photobucket.com/albums/z466/Corvus269/Characters/TimThomasHead.jpg)</div><div class="floatleft">&nbsp; <br><br></div><strong><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"> Tim Thomas</span></span></strong><br>&nbsp;<strong>Age:</strong> 37<br>&nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>Crime:</strong> Killed 13 and injured 7 in a grocery store shooting spree<br>&nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>Location:</strong> Still standing in the old library reading room.<br>&nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>Tagging:</strong> None (Mentioning Kenzie and Isaac)<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;<hr><br>"Fucker," he heard the rainbow haired girl curse him from behind before turning himself into a human battering-ram, but he didn't pay her any attention. His focus was on escaping the fiery death trap he found himself in. One small board had been broken loose, tumbling to the blackened snowbank below, but it was hardly big enough for Tim's massive frame to squeeze through. The notion of letting the women squeeze through while he stood there doing nothing, wasting precious seconds while the fire encroached ever closer with certain death never even entered his mind. He didn't give a damn about any pretense at chivalry, not when his ass was on the line. What good would that do him if he were dead? Turning his shoulder, he reared back before lunging forward, slamming his full weight into the boards again and again and again, staining the orange of his jumpsuit with the dark mold that covered the old wooden planks.<br><br>With a gush of polluted oxygen from the opening in the window, the fire roared ferociously, like a ravenous beast roaming to and fro seeking whom it may devour, scouring everything in it's path and leaving charred, smoldering death in its wake. Isaac alternated pounding the boards with a chair. Tim, then Isaac. Tim, then Isaac. Finally there was a distinct cracking sound as the rotten bit of wood surrounding the nails gave. Another slam of his shoulder sent the boards flying from the window, Tim's momentum hurling him along as well, toppling head first, somersaulting head over heels over the window seal. He landed atop one of the board in a dingy snow bank a few feet below, one of the nails burrowing into his left buttock with considerable force. <br><br>He winced in pain as the nail drove deep into the muscular cheek, though he made no sound other the that of his body landing on the ground. The bitter cold outside was in stark comparison to the raging inferno he'd just escaped, his ragged breath visible in steamy plumes as he panted from his exertion and the pain of the biting nail. Opening his eyes, he was welcomed with the sight of flames licking the side of the building one story above him as black snow fell thick and heavy. Laying on his back as he watched the flames for a moment, his attention was suddenly drawn by the movement someone else exiting the window above him and he rolled out of the way quickly, the nail stabbing into him bringing the shattered bit of wooden plank along for the ride.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Children of Yggdrasil - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Loves</strong> on <strong>21-03-2012, 22:26:03</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://cdn1.gossipcenter.com/sites/default/files/imagecache/story_header/photos/natalie-portman-topless-ad-dior.jpg)</div> <br><strong>Name:</strong>Natalie Brewster<br><strong>Age:</strong>19<br><strong>Crime:</strong> acquitted of first degree murder by&nbsp; reason of insanity, residing now at Gravehaven Mental Institute<br><strong>Location:</strong> Library, outside making her way towards Brazil, dragging Sam with her and spotting Tim! <br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Sam Washington, Brazil King (spotting Tim at the window)<br><br><br><hr><br>Doug sat in the driver’s seat of the minivan, completely oblivious to the events playing out thanks greatly to the decibel level of the music blasting from the radio, and his amused attention focused solely on the phone in his hand as he exchanged texts with his girlfriend.&nbsp; Had he noticed the smoke, now billowing from the second floor of the library, he would most certainly not have allowed Natalie to enter in the first place. And so he sat, blissfully unaware of his surroundings or the danger his ward had been in. <br><br>Once outside, Natalie took Sam’s hand, moving with him towards the side of the library towards the parking area, searching for shelter should the building collapse. She was young and inexperienced when it came to emergencies such as these and her panicked mind wouldn’t allow her to think straight. It was then she spotted a girl on a motor bike. Did she see the fire? Could it be that she was just as oblivious to the disaster playing out before their very eyes as Natalie herself had once been?&nbsp; Picking up her pace, Natalie moved towards the stranger, slipping gracefully on the grimy snow that clung to ground, totally absorbed in her intent on warning the new arrival. She dragged her rescuer along with her, clinging to his presence out of self protection.&nbsp; However, the smoke that clung to her lungs soon slowed her progress, forcing her to stop halfway between the front entrance of the library and the stranger on the bike.&nbsp; <br><br>Bending slightly at the waist Natalie took a great gulp of the polluted air, hoping to exchange one evil for another. She would have preferred the carefully filtered air that welcomed her at the mental hospital where she now resided, however, the lesser of the two evils would have to do.&nbsp; Coughing the last of the dark smoke from her lungs, Natalie wiped the tears staining her sullied cheeks and finally replied to Sam’s original query <strong>”I’m fine… I think…I was suppose to meet a…”</strong> pausing, she blushed not wanting to continue her line of thought. How embarrassing was it to admit that she was there to join a support group for unstable people? As she looked up nervously, searching for a plausible excuse for her being at the library at such an hour when she noticed the smoke pouring from the second floor windows for the first time. <strong>”I didn’t even see the smoke at first”</strong> she said aloud, more to herself than to strike up a conversation. Pointing to the girl in the parking lot Natalie voiced her concern <strong>”do you think she sees it? We should warn her…”</strong><br><br>Confusion flustered her mind, causing Natalie to receive choppy messages that made no sense. Her conscious poked at her, telling her she had been rude not to inquire upon her rescuers health. The scolding image of her mother floated in her mind making Natalie feel incompetent in her social skills. She turned to look into the concerned eyes of the stranger that had come to her rescue. As the young dancer opened her mouth to inquire about his health a small squeak burst from her lips as she was instantly sidetracked by the sudden cracking sound that echoed across the dark night. Shortly after movement grabbed her attention, forcing her terrified eyes toward the second floor of the burning building.&nbsp; Raising a shaky arm, Natalie pointed to the drama unfolding and cried out <strong>”my god there are people still inside!”</strong><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Children of Yggdrasil - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>bubby</strong> on <strong>21-03-2012, 22:37:00</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/8a/Black-and-white-blonde-eyes-girl-hair-lips-Favim.com-66962_large.jpg)</div> <br>&nbsp;<strong>Name:</strong> Brazil King<br>&nbsp;<strong>Crime:</strong>Attempted Patricide<br><strong>Location:</strong>Standing outside Library, watching the window<br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagged:</strong>Natalie, Sam, Tim, and anyone else coming out.<br><br><hr><br><br>It was fucking cold. Brazil was getting bored and stiff sitting and waiting. She worked her thick scarf over the lower half of her face, only her bright eyes showing, still keeping an eye on the front of the building. And Lo! Her boredom was abated when the Library's front doors slammed open, allowing a man and a woman to stumble forth from its maw. There was a fleeting thought on whether they might be a part of the Head group she was supposed to be in. Like it mattered. Her ass was getting cold. With a grunt she would rise from her perch, the leather of her jacket creaking as she stretched. Fingers would grasp her helmet, already turning back to the parking lot, intent on leaving. But a noise distracted her. Glancing to the side of the Library, she would hear the crunching of wood, as well as shouting, and would witness a new billow of smoke. Biker boots would crunch in the dirty snow as she made her leisurely way around the side of the building...<br><br>….just in time to see a rather burly man topple from a&nbsp; window, landing on broken boards and in a snow drift. Pursing lips beneath her scarf, she would tuck her helmet under an arm, watching he entire scene unfold from about 20 feet away. A shapely hip would cock to the side, and were any to look her way, they might see a gleam in her blue eyes that was <em>not</em> empathy.<br><br>There was also the fact she was not rushing to help...
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Children of Yggdrasil - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>21-03-2012, 23:00:29</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lpwmwptLVI1qd48zvo1_500.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> Kenzie Autumn<br><strong>Age:</strong> 22<br><strong>Location:</strong> Main Reading Room<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>Tim, Natalie, Brazil, Sam, everyone in the reading room.<br><hr><br>Being close to the window, Kenzie saw Tim go out, she didn't have a moment to spare, but called out to the others anyway, on the off-chance they weren't paying attention to the window, which was possible, after all, there was a fire to worry about, and each other.<br><br>"Out the window, lets go!" she said, as she bolted for it. She wanted out as fast as possible, and she certainly made it happen. Her athletic form, and her natural and trained agility let her hop upon into the window, and slide out in one smooth motion, through the gap. She landed gracefully with a roll across her shoulder, and then moved quickly out of the way. The cold was the last thing on her mind, after the fire. She stood up and looked around, untying her wet shirt from around her face. It was cold, and putting it on again seemed unwise, so she tried to wring it out for a moment, before giving up and dropping it to the ground.<br><br>She coughed, the air fresher outside than in, but not by much. Still, it was a relief. She crossed her arms across her chest to keep some warmth to herself, as she felt the cold outside finally hit her. Seeing Tim, and the board that was attached to his ass by a no-doubt rusty nail, whatever pangs of sympathy she felt were eroded by a feeling of perverse satisfaction.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Children of Yggdrasil - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WendySlaveGirl</strong> on <strong>21-03-2012, 23:38:08</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://imagecache6.allposters.com/LRG/37/3749/PCCZF00Z.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Sarah Black<br><strong>Age:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;20<br><strong>Crime:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Burning down an art gallery<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Parking lot<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;-<br><hr><br>Sarah had always wanted to think of herself as a person who would be heroic in a stress situation. Calm and collected. But when Tim broke the boards and fell out and Kenzie shot out after him Sarah acted. She was already tensed in a crouch and she shot out of the window, hurtling to the snow outside and rolling across the lot, not in the graceful way Kenzie had but just because she was out of control from sheer momemtum. She slid along a patch of ice and hit her cheek on the bumper of a parked car. She saw stars but she was out! She was free! She was alive! She hopped to her feet, rubbing her cheek and still working mostly on adrenalin as she looked to see if everyone else made it out.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Children of Yggdrasil - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Love And Submission</strong> on <strong>21-03-2012, 23:55:04</strong>
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				When Ness's&nbsp; irises first glanced the gigantic fire that was brewing in the belly of the library , panic&nbsp; quickly took over and he founded himself paralyzed by fear. Ness had always been terrified&nbsp; of fire since he was kid. A camp fire got out of hand at a sleep away camp and&nbsp; &nbsp;two children died. Nigel could still hear the panic terror filled screams whenever saw a large enough fire and it was enough to shake him to his core. The young lawyer sat down in his chair , his hands shaking violently as he watched the rest of the group frantically beat down the large boards blocking the only way out. Fist he saw Tim leave , Then Kenzie&nbsp; and finally&nbsp; Sarah. Without a moment's notice Nigel hysterically lifted himself off his chair like a mad&nbsp; man and charged for the window. He could give a fuck less about the rest of the group of the moment.&nbsp; Once was close enough , he threw&nbsp; himself&nbsp; &nbsp;through the opening as hard he could , landing on the snow covered pavement with a loud thud.<br><br>Ness landed for a few moments in&nbsp; a dazed and confused heap as blood began to pour for mouth. <em>"I tink&nbsp; I roke a sooth."</em> Ness said in&nbsp; a slow deep tone&nbsp; , feeling the sharp jagged remains of a&nbsp; ruined molar. His breath still constricted by the amount of smoke he had inhaled.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Children of Yggdrasil - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Niferbelle</strong> on <strong>22-03-2012, 05:02:37</strong>
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				<div class="floatright"> (http://i627.photobucket.com/albums/tt357/Niferbelle/futureponytail-1.jpg)</div><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Phaedra Leitner</strong></span><br><strong>Age:</strong> 27<br><strong>Crime:</strong> Attempted murder<br><strong>Location:</strong> Library Reading Room<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Drake, Isaac, looking for Alice, Winter (erm, or whoever she is at the moment), Jung Hua, Detrius)<br><br>There was no small satisfaction in watching the mass murderer tumble from the window, <em>mostly</em> due to the exit he left for the rest of them but with the escape route came a fresh burst of oxygen that turned the reading room into a whole new level of hell as the flames roared in response. She was glad to see Sarah and Kenzie waste no time in bailing and pressed her jacket to her face a little closer. She grabbed Drake by the coat sleeve to make sure he saw the opening, then gestured for Isaac to follow that Ness guy and the girls out rather than waiting for her. Her eyes birning, she peered through the smoke for Alice and the platinum blonde then realized there were others that were missing as well.<br><br>"If you can hear me you need to get your ass out the window," she shouted though she was already hoarse from the smoke. She gave the fire in front of her a couple of bursts of the extinguisher, hoping it would help her get a better look at least for a couple seconds.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Children of Yggdrasil - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Remiel</strong> on <strong>22-03-2012, 05:50:17</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img819.imageshack.us/img819/3311/filmnoir3.jpg)</div><strong>Drake Holland</strong><br><strong>Age:</strong> 35<br><strong>Crime:</strong> Aggravated assault, torture, attempted murder<br><strong>Location:</strong> New New York, Public Library<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Phaedra<br><hr>It appeared that there was no other exit from the reading room--they were truly trapped.&nbsp; Still with his handkerchief clasped tight over his mouth, his other hand wrapped around the necks of two or three bottles of water, he nodded to Phaedra, frantically looking around the room for those who hadn't escaped yet.&nbsp; "Everybody get out!" he thundered.&nbsp; He inhaled too sharply, and realized his mistake when his lungs protested, forcing him to double over in a coughing fit.&nbsp; "Hey!&nbsp; You two! Move!" This was to Detrius and Jung Hua.<br><br>Racing to the window, he dropped the water bottles, and motioned to Phaedra to give him the extinguisher.&nbsp; "Hurry!" he barked, jerking his head toward the window, an indication to make a hastened exit.&nbsp; He warily eyed the approaching tongues of flame as they crept forward, devouring everything in their path.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Children of Yggdrasil - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Moon Hound Hati</strong> on <strong>22-03-2012, 15:58:00</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img818.imageshack.us/img818/2395/samatclashofthetitanslo.jpg)</div><br><br><strong>Name:</strong> Sam Washington<br><strong>Age:</strong> 28<br><strong>Crime:</strong> Beat his senior officer to death with a heavy duty stapler from the L.A.P.D.'s copy room while singing the national anthem.<br><strong>Location:</strong> Library, outside - Hesitating to leave a defenceless maiden by herself to attempt helping others<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Natalie Brewster<br><br><br><hr><br><br>His blue irises followed to where Natalie's trembling arm was pointing. The boards had been knocked off one of the windows, a group of very diverse folk piling out one by one in an attempt to flee the smoke and flames raging inside, probably close enough to lick at their heels. Sam took a step forward, then stopped, hesitating as he began to wonder what he should do. It was obvious the people could use a hand with their escape, but when he looked back over his shoulder at the young woman he had found in the lobby, bent over and coughing loudly, he found he could not just abandon her. It was his responsibility, his <em>duty</em> to keep looking after her. That was what he told himself over and over in an attempt to quell the voice of protest inside his head.<br><br><strong>"I'm sure... they'll be fine,"</strong> he said, withdrawing his taken step to return to Natalie's side, placing his hand on her delicate shoulder once more. <strong>"Let's stay here, for now. The building might collapse." </strong><br><br>They watched as, one by one, the group escaped the building via the window, landing in the dark snow below. It was a strange group, Sam thought, with one person looking even more shifty than the next. He supposed they were the other members of the therapy group he was scheduled to meet. Funny how these things turned out. Had the transport from the prison not been delayed due to some misplaced paperwork, he himself might have been jumping out of that window right now, covered in soot and ash with lungs filled with hazardous smoke and fumes. An unpleasant thought, to say the least.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Children of Yggdrasil - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Loves</strong> on <strong>22-03-2012, 17:09:08</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://cdn1.gossipcenter.com/sites/default/files/imagecache/story_header/photos/natalie-portman-topless-ad-dior.jpg)</div> <br><strong>Name:</strong>Natalie Brewster<br><strong>Age:</strong>19<br><strong>Crime:</strong> acquitted of first degree murder by&nbsp; reason of insanity, residing now at Gravehaven Mental Institute<br><strong>Location:</strong> Library, outside making her way towards Brazil, dragging Sam with her and spotting Tim! <br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Sam Washington, calling out to the others escaping the window.<br><br><br><hr><br>Natalie looked positively torn with indecision. She had grown up having all of her life choices taken from her by a determined mother who had high expectations of her only daughter becoming the toast of the ballet world, and as such she was incapable of making decision. Her eyes shifted from Sam over to a young girl with rainbow colored hair. She was shivering, standing in the chill of the winter night without a shirt making Natalie feel very guilty for having two layers of protective clothing on. Each layer, consisting of a stylish sweater and a warm wool coat, both conservative in its fashion, grew heavy under the guilt that plagued her mind until she simply could not stand it a moment longer.&nbsp; <strong>”That poor girl needs to be kept warm”</strong> Natalie commented, looking toward Sam with her honey brown eyes filled with compassion.&nbsp; <br><br><br><strong>”My driver is here…look he still&nbsp; has the van running”</strong> Natalie remarked as a kernel of an idea began to form in her mind. Slim fingers tugged at the belt that cinched around her slim waste. <strong>”Maybe we can gain their attention? We should try to coax them over. That poor girl needs my coat…we can pile as many in the van as possible to keep them warm until help arrives.”</strong> Looking around with a confused expression the young and troubled dancer turned back towards her hero and looked upon him with bewilderment. <strong>”There’s no sirens”</strong> she remarked with a voice that seemed to shiver in the cold night air. <strong>”I don’t think help is coming!”</strong> her voice grew more panicked as her body began to shiver uncontrollably. Indecision clogged her mind, making it impossible to think clearly. Natalie felt powerless, wanting to help but not knowing how, she moved closer to Sam, seeking his strength as she looked back towards the escaping strangers. Raising&nbsp; her hands above her head Natalie began to wave wildly, hoping to gain their attention as she tried to project her voice loud enough for them to hear her. <strong>” HEY! OVER HERE!”</strong> 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Children of Yggdrasil - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Esoteric Myobi</strong> on <strong>22-03-2012, 23:19:44</strong>
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				As Tim hurtled out the window --unfortunately nailing a plank onto his backside-- the cool air from the broken boards was a welcome change from the searing heat broiling the library from the inside out, but relief was momentary as the rush of oxygen was promptly sucked in and merely encouraged a roar from the fire as it seemed to billow outwards and snatched hungrily at its surroundings. The flames had managed to spread across half the room and were quickly approaching the other side, the patients trapped within could not scramble out of the small opening fast enough. <br><br>One by one, soot smudged figures tumbled down the five foot drop. Some managed to land relatively safely, others suffered minor injuries. Kenzie, the second to leap down, rolled and landed gingerly. Although perfectly unharmed from the fall, the cold assaulted her scantily clad figure. Without seeking warmth, she would soon be trading one evil for another. Sarah shot out of the window, missing the snowbank below and skidding across the icy pavement of the parking lot instead before coming to a stop by smacking against the bumper of a car -- now bruised, scratched, and disoriented. Nigel, half-crazed from fear, bolted out of the window in a mad dash. Like Sarah, he missed the snowbank, but landed solidly on the pavement with a breathless groan. Blood trickled out the side of his mouth, a broken tooth from the impact, badly bruised ribs, and scrapes along his palms being his only injuries. <br><br>Back in the inferno, Phaedra and Drake attempt to urge the rest of the group out the window. Armed with the small fire extinguisher, they make way for Winter and Alice as the young teen helped the woman through the broken planks and onto the ledge three feet below. After the two had clambered safely down to the ledge, a short hop would have landed them safely on the ground below. Before they could do that, Alice's foot slipped on the icy ledge and she tumbled down the short drop before Winter could grab her. Landing on the balls of her feet, Winter finds that Alice's right ankle is slightly twisted and tender to walk on though otherwise fine. <br><br>Glancing around, Isaac seemed to have disappeared. Just as it was about to be assumed that he'd been engulfed by the fire, a hoarse cry for help is heard off to the side. A few feet away, behind flickering flames, Isaac is seen dragging something across the floor towards the open window. As Drake rushes over to help, Phaedra shadowing behind him with her extinguisher, they help Isaac to drag the unconscious bodies of Detrius and Jung over to the opening. After precious minutes of coordinated shouting between those still in the burning room and those below in the freezing cold, Detrius and Jung are slowly lowered down and out of the window before being caught by those below. The two seemed to have suffered smoke inhalation, and aside from an angry burn along Detrius's right arm and shoulder and a similar burn up the side of Jung's left calf, they are fine.<br><br>The fire was unbearable now. Isaac quickly scrambled out of the window, Phaedra still clinging to the fire extinguisher as she attempted to keep the flames at bay. Landing clumsily below, dizzy from smoke and short of breath, Isaac is unhurt save for a short coughing fit and some singed hair and clothing. Up above, only Drake and Phaedra are left. Before Phaedra could hand him the extinguisher and hop out the window, a spell of vertigo overtakes Drake and he finds himself stumbling forwards as the floor swims up to meet him. Instead, reaching out at the last minute and one shaky step forward had the two of them falling out of the window together. Landing in the snowbank below, stunned and dazed from the sudden impact, they are left in a similar condition as Isaac. Something in Drake's pocket seemed to crunch ominously as the two landed in a heap. <br><br>For a moment, all is still as the realization of escape and safety kick in, followed shortly by a wave of relief. Everyone had managed to make it out alive, some more hurt than others but all still breathing. Heaving coughs are heard and Detrius and Jung sit up gingerly, gulping in the polluted air as they cough the smoke out of their lungs. The blaring screams of the belated fire alarm continues to shriek desperately even as oily clouds of thick smoke billow and seep through various openings of the library and into the dark sky above. It is only now that the the patients meet and notice the three lucky latecomers as Natalie frantically waves as she makes her way towards them, dragging Sam along with her. To the side, Brazil is still standing and watching events unfold expressionlessly. With everyone now gathered at the side of the library, it takes a moment before the group of misfits realize that the sound of the sirens were actually getting <em>louder</em>. Mixed in with the fire alarm, police sirens were rapidly approaching the scene. <br><br>Soon, the front of the library is surrounded by squad cars, the flashing of blue and red swiveling lights bathing the immediate surroundings. Orders are barked out as policemen file out and circle the area in an orderly fashion. The squeal of a megaphone slices through the ensuing silence, followed by curt words. "Freeze! Don't move. This is the NYPD and we are armed. We <em>will</em> shoot if necessary. Line up with your hands behind your head." A tense moment of silence, save for the continuous wailing of the fire alarm, stretches out as the police wait for the criminals to obey. Just as the policeman with the megaphone picked it up again to speak, a resounding <em>BOOM!</em> is felt before it's heard. Blasts of fire and shrapnel go flying even as people --both police and criminals-- are pushed back and sprawling from the sheer force of the explosions. <br><br>Minutes pass before anyone is able to pick themselves up off the ground. Dazed with ears ringing, a dizzying moment of disorientation prevents anyone from standing immediately. The area around the library looks eerily like a battlefield or a bombing gone wrong. The two vans that had been parked in front of the library were nothing more than burnt out husks, the interior and bottom of the vans still burning somewhat. From the parking lot, two other parked cars had exploded and were left in a similar condition as the vans. Brazil's bike, which had been parked near one of the cars, had flown and skidded across the pavement and was now a tangle of glass and twisted metal with another car. At the front of the library, the circle of cops groaned as some began to slowly stand. Those nearest the van were severely injured as the force of the blast had embedded shrapnel into their bodies, a handful most likely wouldn't make it to the hospital. The rest of the cops were shaken and regarded the cluster of criminals with both intense fear and hate.<br><br><hr><br>Suddenly a familiar voice shouted into the minds of the criminals, his gravelly smoker's voice rising an octave due to the urgency. "RUN! Run you fucking idiot, don't you know what they're going to do to you if you get caught?! Ain't never gonna see the light of day again that's what, first they'll stick you in those labs with the rest and then they're gonna..." <br><br>Even as his frantic ravings trailed off, the calm and serene whisper from before replaced it. "There's no need to run, you haven't done anything wrong. Just stay calm and do as the police say and no one will get hurt. They'll understand, they <em>have</em> to understand. And they <em>will</em>. Just give it time..."<br><br><hr><br>Still reeling from the mental onslaught, it isn't until an angry shout and an accusing finger finds them that the criminals snap back to reality. "It's <em>them</em>!", one of the cops shouted, a smear of blood smudging the side of his face. "Don't let 'em escape, get 'em back behind bars before they burn down the whole goddamn neighborhood and kill us all!" That one yell seems to send the entire area around the library swarming with activity. Officers swarmed towards the group, guns at the ready and shouting for them to get down. <br><br><hr><hr><br><div align="center">Please check out the OOC post (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=133302.msg6032965#msg6032965).</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Children of Yggdrasil - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Miss Lilly</strong> on <strong>24-03-2012, 03:36:24</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.youknowyoulovefashion.com/storage/gossipgirl/season4/0404/0404blair2.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Alice Beaumont<br><strong>Age:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;35<br><strong>Crime:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Stabbing her husband 47 times<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Relieved to be out in the 'fresh' air<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Winter, Ness, Kenzie, Isaac, Jung, Sam<br><hr><br>Slipping on the icy ledge was unfortunate, but luckily there didn't seem to be any permanent damage.&nbsp; Alice winced as she tested her weight on the injured foot.&nbsp; It looked like she'd be able to walk on it, although she thought it would be painful for some time.<br><br>"Winter, you were amazing. Thankyou for saving me."&nbsp; The woman expressed her appreciation to the girl beside her before dissolving into a coughing fit.&nbsp; She doubled over as her body tried desperately to expell the offending smoke from her lungs, attempting to replace the pungent fumes with fresh air.&nbsp; Well, relatively fresh air, Alice thought sourly as the acrid taste in her mouth was gradually replaced with the more subtle chemical flavour of New New York.<br><br>Suddenly, Alice realised her handbag was no longer in her grasp.&nbsp; Anxiety gripped her chest as she began to search wildly for it.&nbsp; Please don't let it still be inside, she thought desperately.&nbsp; She needed that bag.&nbsp; Needed what was in it.&nbsp; Darkness had fallen while they'd been in the library, and the only light source available was the fire itself.&nbsp; And blue and white flashes.&nbsp; Although in her semi panicked state, Alice didn't register what those strobing lights meant.<br><br>Finally, after crawling on her hands and knees in the snow, the agitated woman found her bag a little behind the main group.&nbsp; She must have accidentally flung it aside when she'd been pinwheeling to keep her balance after their lucky escape from the burning building.&nbsp; Checking the contents quickly, she was relieved to find everything was still intact.&nbsp; Just as she snapped the leather pouch closed, Alice was catapulted backwards. The library had exploded!&nbsp; The air was punched out of her lungs with the force of the blast, and she found herself sprawled on her back in the snow, staring up at the inky black sky, her ears ringing painfully.<br><br>Before she'd had time to recover from the impact, the familiar voice of doom invaded her head, screaming at her to run. Run!&nbsp; Alice scrambled to her feet, glancing quickly at the others to see if anyone else looked like they wanted to take flight.<br><br>"Winter!&nbsp; Winter! Where are you??"&nbsp; Alice searched frantically for the troubled teen she'd vowed to help.&nbsp; "Come on, honey...we have to get out of here!"&nbsp; She still couldn't see where the girl was, and her ankle was making it hard for her to move any faster than a shuffle.<br><br>The softer, friendlier voice of reason spoke to her just as she found Winter in the snow.&nbsp; This was the voice that Alice was more inclined to listen to, the one that made more sense to her. Most of the time.&nbsp; However, nothing in her past had prepared her for a situation like this, and the overwrought woman didn't know which way to turn.&nbsp; Run?&nbsp; Or trust that the police would believe them when they professed their innocence?<br><br>Indecision had Alice in its grasp, and she couldn't move one way or the other.<br><br>"What do we do?&nbsp; What do we do??"&nbsp; She asked no one in particular, hoping that someone....anyone!...would make a decision and tell her what to do.&nbsp; There were several people within earshot, and she looked frantically from Winter, to Ness, Kenzie, Isaac, Jung, and someone she didn't recognise, waiting for one of them to act.&nbsp; Fifteen years of having her self will whittled down left Alice almost incapable of making sound choices for herself.&nbsp; She'd do whatever everyone else chose to do.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Children of Yggdrasil - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Loves</strong> on <strong>25-03-2012, 23:34:48</strong>
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				&nbsp;<div class="floatleft">(http://cdn1.gossipcenter.com/sites/default/files/imagecache/story_header/photos/natalie-portman-topless-ad-dior.jpg)</div> <br>&nbsp;<strong>Name:</strong>Natalie Brewster<br>&nbsp;<strong>Age:</strong>19<br><strong>Crime:</strong> acquitted of first degree murder by&nbsp; reason of insanity<br><strong>Location:</strong>Outside what use to be the library, dazed and confused<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Sam and any other member of group 2<br><br><br><hr><br><em>Freeze?</em> The familiar voice that haunted Natalie’s dreams and lurked in her nightmares questioned the angry command in jest, doing so by dragging the single syllable word out drenched with&nbsp; resentment, laughing at the term chosen by the police. Natalie stood, temporarily frozen to the spot, shivering more from the terror that thickened her blood than the plummeting temperature that burned in her lungs. Her body shivered uncontrollably, despite the raging fire that steadily consumed the once great building. The chill bit into her skin as her slim fingers continued to work the belt free from her coat, slipping the material along her delicate shoulders, leaving her covered only by a thin layer of cotton. <br><br>Natalie was stubborn enough not to give up on the idea of helping the topless girl with the rainbow hair, regardless of what the uniformed officers had to say. She moved to step closer to the gathering crowd, her feet crunching over the grey, dull snow that clung to the ground. The angry noise assaulted her ears mixing with the crunch of the surrounding snow, absorbed the flashing lights, dulling them to a bothersome annoyance. Both icy-blue and yellow-white lights stained the nearby structures and where in direct contrast to the ice covered pathways that reflected the dancing strobe lights, stabbing the night air with an impressive lighting display.<br><br>Natalie’s first instinct was to pause in mid step, relaxing her shoulders as the tension escaped with a sigh squeezing through clenched teeth. When at first she had heard the emergency alarms that worked in tandem with whirling lights atop of the protective squad cars, she felt grateful that help had finally arrived.&nbsp; However that one moment of peace was soon shattered with the screaming squad cars painting the pavement with rubber as they squealed to a halt, parking haphazardly around the perimeter of the library. Even more alarming to witness were the armed men, pouring from the doors with their guns pointed at the ready. They bellowed harsh commands while displaying defensive tactics, ready to take down the dangerous criminals and send each one back into custody, keeping them from harming the good and law abiding community. <br><br>Each unkind face and pointed gun brought back the day of her arrest and, had anyone asked Natalie, the highly unjust manner to which she had been taken into custody and branded a ‘danger to society’ despite her claims of innocence.&nbsp; &nbsp;It was happening again! Everything was moving too fast, her mind was struggling to keep up. Unsure of how she was going to help the half-dressed girl she turned to the handsome stranger that had come to her rescue. Her eyes pleaded for guidance where her words failed her, and for a moment her true vulnerable soul was visible through her soft brown eyes.&nbsp; <br><br>Moments later there was a tremendous explosion. The sheer force of it threw her back off of her feet, landing on her backside, dazed and confused a few feet away from Sam. Her ears hummed with a high pitch white noise that flooded her mind, she couldn’t make any sense of what was going on. Her eyes refused to focus; the fear and panic clung in the air, so thick she could taste it, and then…the voices.&nbsp; Raising her hands she covered her ears, rocking back and forth, bending at the waist with her knees bent and her feet placed flat on the grimy snow covered ground. She almost begged for the irritating white noise to return, anything was better than the voices in her head confusing her with their demands. <br><br>Frozen with indecision, Natalie whimpered as she struggled to get to her feet. The sick feeling of being captured again had marked her actions, urging her to disregard the softer voice pleading to remain calm. Calm? How could she be calm at the prospect of being taken and again accused of something she had no part in? They wouldn’t believe her… no one believed her. Natalie’s steps, though wobbly and unsure, brought her further and further away from those dressed in uniform and distracted, reacting to the sudden explosions. Her eyes took in the scene, registering the smouldering remains of the cars, one being the van that had brought her to the library that night. Still, her fragile mind did not make the connection to the fate of her driver, that would hit her later on that night, when at last her mind stilled and the mocking voice returned to once again torture her with its laughter. <br><br><em>Run! Run Natalie…Run before they catch you!</em><br><br>Spinning on the balls of her feet, Natalie called upon her hard earned talents from years of dance instructions to keep her balance as she sped into the night like a frightened jack rabbit.&nbsp; Her long legs carried her forward, never once looking back at those she had left behind, though a small hope that managed to stay alive had pleaded for Sam to follow. Her protective instincts pushed away the angry voices that demanded she stay put. A small squeal exploded from her lips at the sound of bullets striking the brick wall of a nearby building, but she couldn’t tell how close the shot had been or even decipher if they had been meant for her, nor would she dare stop to look over her shoulder. She obeyed the voice that drummed relentlessly in her ears….<em>run, run, run, don’t stop…run!</em>&nbsp; <br><br>She wasn’t sure how long she had been running, or even where she was other than lost in the city…alone. Trembling, she pressed her body against the brick wall, panting for breath that stung her lungs. At some point she had lost her jacket, possibly during the blast as she had been in the process of taking it off at the time.&nbsp; Honey brown eyes looked up and down the dark alleyway, unsure of what her next step would be. There was no one to call; there was no one that could help her. Slowly, she slid along the wall until she came to rest upon her backside, uncaring that her beige slacks would be stained from the grime and dirt on the ground. Slim arms hugged her knees to her chest as Natalie placed her head down feeling defeated. A single tear escaped, running along her rosy cheek before it was soon followed by an ocean. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Children of Yggdrasil - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Love And Submission</strong> on <strong>26-03-2012, 01:28:33</strong>
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				The sound of approaching sirens brought a smile to Ness's bloody face. Sirens meant the law and law always brought order to a chaotic&nbsp; world. Ness&nbsp; slowly picked his slightly broken body off the blood drenched pavement and flashed&nbsp; a crocodile like smile&nbsp; to the boys in blue.&nbsp; His eyes slowly glazed over each&nbsp; of them , remembering every&nbsp; &nbsp;ounce of grease he put in there calloused palms.&nbsp; <em>"Shalom, my fellow officers of the court. I hope we are all doing well today. It's&nbsp; a shame I have to see you all again under such chaotic circumstances. I just want to start out by saying that I and my clients appreciate the fantastic job you all do , protecting this fine city and thank you for&nbsp; arriving here in an orderly and rapid fashion. We simply do not what we would do without all you fine men and women. That being said I must assert that you all put your guns down. My dare clients have just suffered a major trauma and may not&nbsp; psychologically responsible for their actions. " </em> Ness worked with his silver tongue with a&nbsp; gleeful smile on his face. His words were&nbsp; spoken with eloquent veracity , definitively&nbsp; clear and precise&nbsp; After waiting a few seconds to see how the officers reacted to his action ,&nbsp; Nigel turned&nbsp; &nbsp;and walked&nbsp; &nbsp;across the line they had all formed during their arrival. His movements mirrored those of great general Patton addressing his famous third army during the second world war. Ness stood&nbsp; firm and tall against his enemies who were currently the police.<br><br><em>"Now let's discuss the facts of the situation as they are currently. We must&nbsp; be deliberate&nbsp; &nbsp;and calculated&nbsp; in the words we choose at this point in this investigation.&nbsp; Now , To my knowledge&nbsp; you have all arrived here because from what I can decipher , the fire alarm inside the library was pulled in response to&nbsp; a small blaze inside the building.&nbsp; Now I must ask , Gentleman.&nbsp; Do you know how or when this fire started? No? Just as thought. One more , Have any of you&nbsp; actually had the time to go inside this building and discover evidence&nbsp; pointing to the involvement of&nbsp; any of the people&nbsp; standing before you myself included?&nbsp; I doubt it.&nbsp; This means that the only proof you have to hold any of us is that we were here when you were arrived but since you weren't here when the actual fire started, the idea that any of&nbsp; us&nbsp; set it ,&nbsp; &nbsp;Any accusation of such activity would be&nbsp; nothing but pointless conjecture&nbsp; and would not classify as responsible&nbsp; suspicion in any court in this fine country. Now as a Lawyer I must point out that you could bring us in for questioning BUT!&nbsp; That would be a complete waste of time and tax payer money due to the fact that each one of us&nbsp; , as&nbsp; &nbsp;legal united states citizen's have the right to remain silent. Of course this&nbsp; blatant misue&nbsp; of tax payer funds would probably end up being discussed with all the local news papers which would create quiet the dust storm at city hall which would in turn lead to&nbsp; internal affairs leaving no stone unturned as to what other misappropriations of government funds&nbsp; inside your fine station. Now that isn't something any of us would want , is it? No , It would be in all our interest&nbsp; for you to release my clients , wait for the fire department and the fire Marshall to determine&nbsp; the cause of the fire before&nbsp; even attempting to question one of us for this crime. I mean for all we know&nbsp; this fire could be the result of a faulty&nbsp; electrical wire or&nbsp; leaky gas pipe. This library is rather old after all."</em>&nbsp; &nbsp;Ness&nbsp; argued&nbsp; as a wave of euphoria spread over him again. It felt so good to be once again making legal argument , it was purpose&nbsp; in life he believed and it gave him great joy. Sometimes the results weren't as important as the vigorous debate though. Perhaps this one of those times. Nevertheless Ness would do his best&nbsp; to&nbsp; keep&nbsp; his group of cohorts out of trouble for as long as he could. He was a man of great an unflinching&nbsp; integrity when it came to&nbsp; the actual legal process. Outside of it he&nbsp; may have been a Shark but inside he was a proud dignitary.<br><br><br>Ness eyes once more lit up with a&nbsp; bit of genius as he waited for the police's response. <em>" Oh and before one of you, dares suggest to me that you got an alleged tip&nbsp; &nbsp;from some unknown caller , I want&nbsp; you to make sure that you have this call recorded and subsequent&nbsp; proof that this was&nbsp; from a credible&nbsp; witness and not some loon pulling a prank.&nbsp; I want proof they Whether&nbsp; they were actually present at the transaction. Whether&nbsp; they paid, sufficient attention to qualify&nbsp; themselves&nbsp; to be a reporter of it; and Whether or&nbsp; not they&nbsp; honestly related the affair fully as they&nbsp; know it, without any purpose or desire to deceive, or suppress or add to the truth.&nbsp; Because as we all know that is the very legal definition of credible witness.</em>&nbsp; Nigel commanded full well knowing once again that they would not have had time to fully investigate the&nbsp; crime . The simple fact of the matter was that the police did not have enough time since the event took place to&nbsp; discover enough&nbsp; credible evidence to detain any member of the group legally. Any attempt to do so would be&nbsp; a flagrant <br>violation of several laws and the very foundation of the country they all so proudly called home.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Children of Yggdrasil - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Niferbelle</strong> on <strong>26-03-2012, 01:34:16</strong>
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				<div class="floatright"> (http://i627.photobucket.com/albums/tt357/Niferbelle/futureponytail-1.jpg)</div><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Phaedra Leitner</strong></span><br><strong>Age:</strong> 27<br><strong>Crime:</strong> Attempted murder<br><strong>Location:</strong> Library Reading Room<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Drake, Tim, Sarah<br><br>Well that sucked. Phaedra lay on the hard ground, half-pinned beneath Drake, struggling to get back her breath and doing a mental inventory of all her limbs, relieved that they all seemed to be working. As soon as she could draw a breath she began to laugh and reached up to capture Drake's face in her hands, attempting to plant one on him in a moment of intense relief. Just as she was getting her shapely legs beneath her and struggling to her feet, glancing around to see who was doing the same, the ensuing explosion knocked her back on her ass. Her ears ringing, when she got to her feet again, she could see the look in the eyes of the cop and didn't need that first of two voices to tell her what was up. The second voice could go to hell, she knew how the bureaucracy worked and how easy it was to disappear into it. <br><br>"Come on!" she shouted to Drake. She was sticking with him, he had a good head on his shoulder, and would take along anybody else who would give her a better chance. Unfortunately that meant the mass-murdering asshole who at least had the virtue of being strong and potentially an excellent meat shield. Beggars couldn't be choosers not when there were only seconds between you and a future of containment. She raced over to Tim and noticing the board attached to his ass, took firm hold of it and jerked it loose. "There, now you have no excuse for not getting it in gear. Sarah! We're getting the hell out of here!"<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Children of Yggdrasil - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>26-03-2012, 02:28:17</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lpwmwptLVI1qd48zvo1_500.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> Kenzie Autumn<br><strong>Age:</strong> 22<br><strong>Location:</strong> Outside the Library<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Everyone<br><hr><br>The explosion, and she couldn't tell from where, had her splayed out on the ground face-first. Turning to look at the cops had angled here away from the explosions, and she imagined she could probably thank that turn for the fact that she wasn't blind. As she lay on the ground it felt like her mind was in overdrive. Her thoughts were fast, almost too fast, but her ears were ringing, and she was dizzy from hitting the ground. She was also feeling the cold, which was, inexplicably, far more present in her mind than the pain of the fall, or the difficulty of breathing the air outside.<br><br>She looked up, dragging her hands toward herself, and making a slow attempt to get up. Just as she did she was seeing the cops, guns drawn, coming towards them. Yelling, it looked like. She still couldn't hear, but even so, she had no doubt what they wanted. She'd been there before, the cop that had arrested her had done that same thing, same look in his eye, gun drawn, yelling. She hadn't surrendered that time, she was in a stair-well, her territory, close quarters. Here, on open ground, feeling like she'd been slapped down by an annoyed deity, and cold, her odds seemed much worse.<br><br>She let herself collapse, reaching her hands around to put them on the back of her head. Lying there, she had no idea what was going on, except in the direction her head happened to be facing. She saw Phaedra, getting up, looking like she was about to run, calling for other. She could even hear her yelling as she encouraged the others. Kenzie closed her eyes and took a deep breath.<br><br>She heard, talking, a voice from somewhere in front if her, and looked up to see Ness approaching the cops. He wasn't listening to them, obviously, but it was the kind of break she needed. She eased herself up on her hands, getting her feet under her. She had heard the voices again, but this was her own choice, she knew, her own chance to take. She was practically lying down when she sprang into a run, using her hands like a springboard, and her feet to push off. She was fast, and she had never before had a better reason to run. She saw Alice, then and looked down at her as she passed. She didn't yell, hoping that the cops wouldn't notice until she was too far gone. However she reached out, pulling at The cloth of Alice's top on her way by, bidding the woman to follow. Kenzie felt she was right, even if it came at the cost of Ness meeting the cops head on.<br><br>Kenzie would bolt as fast as she could, taking the first opportunity to break the cops' line of sight, a building, an alleyway, the next street, even.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Children of Yggdrasil - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>bubby</strong> on <strong>26-03-2012, 06:22:40</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/8a/Black-and-white-blonde-eyes-girl-hair-lips-Favim.com-66962_large.jpg)</div> <br>&nbsp;<strong>Name:</strong>Brazil King<br>&nbsp;<strong>Crime:</strong> Attempted patricide<br>&nbsp;<strong>Location:</strong>Outside Library<br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagged:</strong>Anyone, everyone<br><br><br><br>Brazil's eyes would narrow further as more people tumbled from the window, her face becoming even harder, more stoic. Yet her eyes were moving, searching everywhere, her head tilted as she listened. One gloved hand clenched to a fist, the other reaching to grasp her helmet from under her arm, bringing it down to her side. It was heavy, and now held in a very tight grip. Hard steps began to carry her towards the harried group, intent on getting at least one persons attention to ask the simple question...who was the damn shrink? As far as Brazil knew one of the people had to be the Doc, had to be the one she could report to. She had shown up, she just needed to report to the right authorities, and she could get the fuck out of dodge....<br><br>…. then she heard the sirens. And they were coming up quick. Her teeth bared as she snarled low, gripping the helmet even tighter, stopping in her tracks as the cops quickly surrounded the library, clambering out of cars. There was yelling, and guns drawn, and Brazil was whipping her head about, searching for an escape route... until there was an explosion. With a grunt she was thrown off her feet and back about five feet, landing with a whoosh of air upon her back, her fingers letting loose of her helmet to have it slide off across the snow. She was coughing beneath her scarf, working to pull herself up with her mind on her bike and if it got damaged in the blast. Up onto one elbow, a hand lifted to smooth tangled white locks from her face, feeling wet warmth on fingertips. Looking at her palm she saw a bit of blood on her fingerless glove. Must have been hit by a bit of shrapnel. Quickly her mind skidded to her bike again, and as her eyes frantically searched, her ears caught all the yelling, from all directions. From the groups, from the cops, and somewhere in it all was someone saying to not be a fucking idiot, to run, and run now, only to hear someone else be all calm and say just to chill. Shaking her head with a groan, she finally caught sight of her bike. It was done for. All the noise would fade away for a few moments as if she were in her own bubble as she stared at her demolished pride and joy, but even that didn't last long. The cops were shouting again, accusing, and Brazil just knew that there would be itchy trigger fingers. <br><br>She wasn't ready to die just yet. So with a snarl she would roll over onto her stomach, practically eating snow as her scarf fell from her lower face, and her hands would lace over the back of her head to begin her wait in silence.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Children of Yggdrasil - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WendySlaveGirl</strong> on <strong>26-03-2012, 07:56:15</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://imagecache6.allposters.com/LRG/37/3749/PCCZF00Z.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Sarah Black<br><strong>Age:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;20<br><strong>Crime:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Burning down an art gallery<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Parking lot<br><strong>Tagging: Phaedra, others in group 2</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;-<br><hr><br>Sarah had gotten lucky in alot of ways. It hadn't seemed like it at the time but when she slid down and hit her face on the side of the car it had sort of shocked her. She'd gotten to her feet and rubbed her face and had moved a few steps towards the cops when they arrived. This put the car between her and the exploding library. She had fallen over into a snow drift and managed to avoid any serious injury and she picked herself out of it. She heard the cops yelling, and she looked at the burning library. She eased, painfully, to her feet and then smiled when she heard Phaedra calling for her. She nodded and moved in her direction, glad to be with someone who wanted her and didn't blame her for this fire. Somehow she was terrified the cops would think she did it and she was starting to wonder if she had but just didn't remember. "I'm with you, let's get the hell out of here!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Children of Yggdrasil - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Remiel</strong> on <strong>26-03-2012, 08:00:29</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img819.imageshack.us/img819/3311/filmnoir3.jpg)</div><strong>Drake Holland</strong><br><strong>Age:</strong> 35<br><strong>Crime:</strong> Aggravated assault, torture, attempted murder<br><strong>Location:</strong> New New York, Public Library<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Phaedra<br><hr>Drake staggered to his feet.&nbsp; His eyes were watering, and he couldn't stop coughing.&nbsp; He'd taken in too much smoke, far too much, trying to help Phaedra haul the two unconscious berks to the window and toss them out, and now he was paying for it.&nbsp; How did the saying go? "No good deed goes unpunished"?<br><br>He felt his sunglasses fall off as he toppled facefirst onto the snow, and heard the lenses crunch as he stepped on them in his attempt to regain his footing.&nbsp; The woman--Phaedra--seemed oddly appreciative of his efforts; he was glad that someone did.<br><br>That was before everything went to hell, though.&nbsp; When the vans exploded, the shock wave nearly sent Drake off sprawling to the ground again.&nbsp; Only by grasping onto Phaedra's shoulder did he stay upright.&nbsp; After that, there was a surreal moment of silence, with only the crackling of flames and the eerie wail of the fire alarm in the background.<br><br>When he regained lucidity again, he realized Phaedra was shouting at him.&nbsp; What was she shouting? Come on?&nbsp; Where did she want him to go?&nbsp; Why not just surrender? Better than getting shot for resisting arrest, any day of the week.&nbsp; "Nnngh," he murmured, shaking his head. "Less just....less just...they're the cops," he finished, somewhat less than intelligently.<br><br>Then two things struck him at once.&nbsp; First, he felt the bulky weight of the shrink's half-melted tablet in his pocket.&nbsp; &nbsp;That alone didn't mean anything to him.&nbsp; It was just a pound or two of electronics and plastic, of value only to a woman who would never need a tablet ever again.&nbsp; &nbsp;He could take it or leave it.<br><br>But he suddenly remembered, like the icy touch of a ghost's fingers upon his brain, the third voice he had heard in the library: <em>He’s here, the one who killed her. I know it. You know it. Wont get it wrong this time... this time you’ll make sure you aren’t caught, either.</em><br><br>Suddenly the tablet was the most important thing in the world.&nbsp; If the data could be retrieved from it...he could read the profiles of each of these lunatics.&nbsp; The shrink would have their case histories, their crimes spelled out in detail.&nbsp; <strong>He could find out which was the one who killed Marilyn.&nbsp; </strong><br><br>That was the only thing that mattered.&nbsp; Everything else was unimportant.&nbsp; He didn't care if he was fleeing the scene of a crime; the only thing he cared about was finding out what the tablet had to say, so he could exact his vengeance at long, long last.&nbsp; <br><br>He looked up.&nbsp; Half of the cops were injured or reeling on the ground; the other half were busy arresting others of his group.&nbsp; No one happened to be looking his way at the moment.<br><br>He glanced down the nearest alley and, after a moment's indecision, bolted, sprinting as fast as his legs would carry him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Children of Yggdrasil - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Moon Hound Hati</strong> on <strong>28-03-2012, 15:14:35</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img818.imageshack.us/img818/2395/samatclashofthetitanslo.jpg)</div><br><br><strong>Name:</strong> Sam Washington<br><strong>Age:</strong> 28<br><strong>Crime:</strong> Beat his senior officer to death with a heavy duty stapler from the L.A.P.D.'s copy room while singing the national anthem.<br><strong>Location:</strong> Library, outside - Disoriented and confused<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Natalie Brewster and any other members of team 1<br><br><br><hr><br>It was unexpected sight for even a former cop such as Sam to see so many patrol vehicles pull up onto the parking lot with smoking tires and blaring sirens, the white and blue lights atop the cars illuminating the darkened surroundings almost more than the raging fire inside the library. He had not thought his guards would have called down half the New York police department, but in hindsight it would have been obvious, given present company which had jumped out of the building's window. There was at least one other orange jumpsuit wearer such as himself among them. Two convicted killers... Yeah, you <em>would</em> want back-up for that.<br><br><strong>"Freeze! Don't move. This is the NYPD and we are armed. We will shoot if necessary. Line up with your hands behind your head,"</strong> a voice among the blue uniforms demanded, his volume dialed up many times through a megaphone, immediately silencing any other person by way of verbal intimidation. There was no way out, even if Sam <em>wanted</em> to flee. The New York police officers had them surrounded on all sides. Slowly raising his strong arms, he placed his hands behind his head in orderly fashion, knowing the drill almost by instinct <del>&nbsp; &nbsp;</del> though the glove was on the other hand now.<br><br>As he began to lower himself unto his knees, it happened. It came out of nowhere, taking Sam by surprise and thoroughly rattling his nerves and senses. A large explosion occurred, knocking him onto his side as bits and peaces of debris flew by, some of which wounded him with small cuts and bruises. His eyes watered as he closed his eyelids shut, attempting to shield his only source of sight from the heatwaves which washed over his body in the wake of the explosion as his ears, despite the loud ringing it now heard, picked up the sound of a painful, metallic wail, followed by a short tremble of the concrete beneath his body. It took him more a long while to get back onto his feet, his vision still blurry as the world was still spinning lightly, causing Sam to stumble against something. Crying out in pain, he jumped away from the burning car. Pain seared through his hands, the palm of either having received some damage from short contact with the heated metal.<br><br>Wiping dirt from his eyes with the sleeve of his jumpsuit, the twenty-eight year old man tried to orientate himself. Many others were in a similar state of confusion and disorientation. He had lost sight of Natalie and there were strange voices speaking inside his mind, distracting him by haressing him with reasons why he should or should not flee. As he turned to look for the young woman he'd come to concider as one he needed to protect, a cop, bleeding heavily from his forehead, shouted and pointed in their direction. What was left of the group of New York police officers began to charge, lifting their weapons while barking orders to get down on the ground.<br><br>Stumbling into a patch of black snow next to the parking lot, Sam's body acted on its own, moving on instinct rather than mind. There was no choice now. He couldn't risk having this pinned on him. Having attempted to "flee" from the two guards who had brought him here, Sam was in a seriously bad position. While unconstitutional, the state of New York still very much enforced the death penalty. Sam doubted he'd be able to dodge the bullet a second time, so the only way to go from here was to run as fast and far as his white sneaker covered feet could carry him. He ran across a deserted street, making small zig zag motions in an attempt to avoid any gunshots aimed his way. The orange jumpsuit made him a big, easy to spot target for sure. <br><br>It was surely the longest four lane street he'd ever crossed. His heart raced wildly as his breath formed small white clouds in the night sky. The seconds it took to reach the end were slow and agonizing. Sam needed find cover and fast. Dashing into a narrow alleyway between buildings, he took the nearest turn he could find, breaking line of sight with any potential armed persuers for a moment. He didn't stop though, even as his lungs began to burn and the adrenaline pumping through his veins began to fade. His focus lay with but a single objective; escape.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Children of Yggdrasil - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Michael Corvus</strong> on <strong>30-03-2012, 02:26:10</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1191.photobucket.com/albums/z466/Corvus269/Characters/TimThomasHead.jpg)</div><div class="floatleft">&nbsp; <br><br></div><strong><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"> Tim Thomas</span></span></strong><br>&nbsp;<strong>Age:</strong> 37<br>&nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>Crime:</strong> Killed 13 and injured 7 in a grocery store shooting spree<br>&nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>Location:</strong> Outside the burning library ---&gt; random alley way.<br>&nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>Tagging:</strong> Phaedra, Drake<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;<hr><br>Grimacing with the pain of the board that was nailed deeply into his butt cheek, Tim clamored to his feet atop the grimy, dingy snow bank on which he'd landed. The thick, solid gluteus maximus muscles flexed as he shifted from his hands and knees into a standing position, causing the board to move and the nail to tilt, biting even deeper into the meaty flesh of his rear. <strong>"Son of a BITCH,"</strong> he bellowed thunderously, twisting his torso in an attempt to pry the board loose, but the chains on his wrists denied him the simple luxury of reaching behind his back. <strong>"Oh that's just fucking great,"</strong> he complained further, waddling away from the burning library. <strong>"Someone wanna help me out here and get this god damn board out of my ass?"</strong> He waddled gingerly away from the burning building, trying his best not to flex his wounded flank, a task that proved near impossible when one was walking. Each step felt like a monumental needle was being jabbed into his butt, causing the large, bearded man to wince quietly in protest.<br><br>Suddenly the sounds of sirens joined in chorus with the high pitched squeal of the fire alarm and low droning sound of the ravenous fire, the alternating red and blue strobes of the police vehicles painting their ominous display over everything in the surrounding area. Tires screeched as the vehicles skidded to a halt around them forming a loose barrier of sorts. Men in blue poured from those vehicles, guns drawn and yelling frantically for them all to put their hands behind their heads. <strong>"FUCK YOU!"</strong> It wasn't the smartest thing he'd ever done, curse at seemingly a whole precinct of armed police, all waving their guns in his direction. <strong>"Aww shit,"</strong> Tim mummbled. He knew that look on their faces. He'd seen before when he was stationed overseas; they were scared, and they had guns drawn on them. That's never a good combination.<br><br>The voices whispered in the back of Tim's mind, first the rougher sounding one telling him to run. Tim's instincts agreed with this voice, he wanted to get the hell out of there. Now! The second voice began softly whispering and Tim growled. This voice was annoying, sounding all peaceful and submissive. <strong>"Shut your trap, bitch,"</strong> he mumbled to himself. He took a step back and the nail bit deeper, reminding him of its presence. He wanted to run, but... the chains. He wasn't sure how far he would get, but he had to try. He wasn't about to go back to prison... or worse, not without a fight.<br><br>Suddenly, there was an explosion that sent them all through the air. Tim managed to turn, his hands breaking his fall before skidding on his stomach. Instantly, his combat training kicked in and he covered his head with his hands for a moment until the pinging of shrapnel and debris faded. He jumped to his feet, the adrenaline dulling the pain of the board nailed to his ass. The board... it was gone. Glancing behind him, he flashed a toothy grin to Phaedra as she said something about getting it in gear. <strong>"Thanks darlin."</strong> He liked her. She had spunk. The ringing in his ears slowly faded as Tim noticed the ruined, charred shell of a few cars near the burning building. Police officers were staggering back to their feet and Tim knew it was now or never.<br><br>There was a little slack in the chains around his ankles, not enough to allow him to sprint, but enough to permit a quick, awkward looking shuffle. He noticed Drake bolt down an alley way and he took off behind him, running as fast as his chained feet would take him. Glancing back over his shoulder from time to time to check for pursuit, he didn't notice anyone following. He'd lost sight of Drake, unable to keep up with those damned chains preventing him from running. For a big man, Tim had deceptive speed. Sure he couldn't keep up with some of the smaller people, but he could get around much quicker than one might assume by his size. He ducked into the next alley way that he came across, pressing his back to the wall as he panted, catching his breath. Where were the others? Had he lost everyone? He needed to lose these damned chains. <strong>"Fuck... now what,"</strong> he said between panting breaths <strong>"Think, Tim.. THINK."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Children of Yggdrasil - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Miss Lilly</strong> on <strong>30-03-2012, 05:09:34</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.youknowyoulovefashion.com/storage/gossipgirl/season4/0404/0404blair2.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Alice Beaumont<br><strong>Age:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;35<br><strong>Crime:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Stabbing her husband 47 times<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;In the snow outside the library, unsure of what to do...<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Winter, Kenzie, Sam<br><hr><br>Still kneeling beside Winter, Alice didn't notice Kenzie take flight until she felt a sharp tug on her shirt.&nbsp; She glanced up and saw a brightly coloured blur streak past her.&nbsp; It looked like the rainbow haired woman had made her decision, and a quick glance back at the police convinced Alice that it was the right one.&nbsp; She doubted that they would believe a word any of them said, and the Establishment had made it perfectly clear what would happen to them if therapy failed.&nbsp; Making her own choice, the timid woman tugged urgently on Winter's arm. <br><br>"Come on, Winter," she pleaded with the white haired girl. "We have to follow Kenzie.&nbsp; You know what will happen if the cops get a hold of us!"<br><br>Finally managing to get the youth to her feet, Alice half dragged, half carried her towards the alley Kenzie had disappeared down.&nbsp; The stranger in the orange jump suit sped past them without stopping to help. Fear and adrenaline lent the slight woman more strength that she thought possible, and she soon reached the darkness and relative safety of the narrow passage.<br><br>"Kenzie," Alice whispered loudly.&nbsp; "Kenzie, where are you?&nbsp; I need help with Winter!"&nbsp; Her eyes hadn't yet adjusted to the dark, and Alice couldn't see more than a few feet in front of her in the back street which was devoid of street lamps.&nbsp; Panic was starting to set in, and Alice wanted nothing more than one of her mints, but her hands were full helping Winter.&nbsp; "Kenzie, please...are you there??" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Children of Yggdrasil - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jayline</strong> on <strong>01-04-2012, 07:11:07</strong>
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				Isaac wheezes on the ground, wrapping more layers of his muffler around his mouth to keep the polluted snow from his throat. The black stuff pricks the back of his neck as it thaws. He pushes himself up onto his feet and stumbles over to the wall opposite the library. He leans against the cold bricks and pants until the spots clear from his vision. He hears the approach of sirens. The police lights reflect off the snow like neon on wet asphalt. Officers pour into the street, weapons poised to fire.<br><br><strong>"Freeze! Don't move. This is the NYPD and we are armed. We will shoot if necessary. Line up with your hands behind your head."</strong><br><br>Isaac lurches away from the wall, and begins to raise his hands. A blast sounds, something slaps his arm.<br><br>Isaac's eyes burn, he opens them, blinks, his vision is blurred. Around him, the other patients are beginning to stand up. He slowly rises, blinking stinging snow from his eyes. Small fires burn in the street, officers on the ground groan. Isaac stares at the fire in a daze, waiting for the ringing to clear from his ears. Suddenly, two familiar voices ring out in his head. Isaac stiffens, clenches his fists, and stares past the officers until the voices pass.<br><br><strong>"It's them! Don't let 'em escape, get 'em back behind bars before they burn down the whole goddamn neighborhood and kill us all!"</strong><br><br>For a moment, Isaac freezes as the officers close in. Something sticks out. A lone figure off stands by one of the burning vans. Detective Fernis (http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m1sa06p8gJ1rr28rro1_500.jpg) is studying Isaac, scratching his beard and puffing on a recently lit cigarette. He looks Isaac in the eye and smiles, pulling out a small flask from his jacket. He takes a pull from it, and his smile twists, a bit of black liquid runs from his lips. He mouths a single word.<br><br>"Run."<br><br>Isaac pivots on the spot and sprints, unaware of anything but the pounding of his heart.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Children of Yggdrasil - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Esoteric Myobi</strong> on <strong>02-04-2012, 04:14:41</strong>
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				At the angry outburst, a handful of the officers responded immediately by running towards the group with guns at the ready. The rest were still struggling slowly to their feet, ears ringing from the blast as several sported new cuts and gashes. Those who were not so lucky remained on the ground, some groaning and others deathly silent. <br><br>As Alice looked around, desperately racking her mind for answers, Natalie, who had been farthest from the blasts, stood rooted to the spot like a startled deer. As the police approached, she suddenly spun on her heel and dashed towards the back of the library and into the shadows even as Ness began his casual chat with the gun toting officers. <br><br>With the police's attention focused on Ness, the rest of the criminals were beginning to stir as they too began to rise to a crouch. The dizzy ringing of ears didn't fade even with a firm shaking of the head, replaced only by the shrill shrieking of the fire alarm and the silent roar of flames spewing from the broken library window. One by one, the same thought seemed to flicker past their minds. <em>Escape.</em> Whether it was from pure instinct, or a simple reasoning of what would happen after being caught was hard to say. Maybe it was a mix of both.<br><br>Phaedra sprang to action immediately. Urging those nearby her, a quick jerk of the offending board that had attached itself to Tim's buttocks and she was off racing in the same direction that Natalie had sprinted to. Drake and Sarah followed with little hesitation, Drake quickly catching up to Phaedra with long strides even as Sarah lagged behind slightly. Detrius, clutching his injured arm, scurried after them with wide eyes, events occurring far too quickly for him to fully register upon waking. <br><br>Laying flat on the ground with hands over her head, police had taken this is a sign of surrender and were focusing on the remainder of the group. Though seeing how one by one, people were flitting off into the night, Brazil decided to try her luck as well after seeing Tim shuffling towards escape awkwardly as fast as his cuffs would allow him. Pushing up to her feet, her legs carried her past Tim as she slipped into the closest alleyway and ran blindly ahead.<br><br>Having run several blocks, winding in and out of alleys, Phaedra suddenly spots Natalie's hunched figure squatting between garbage cans up ahead. Further down a few feet, the back door to a deli can be seen. Although locked, the door looks old. Old enough that enough pressure placed in certain spots might just tease it open.<br><br>Back two blocks from where Natalie, Phaedra, Drake, and Sarah are, a hand suddenly shoots out to grab Brazil's arm from one of the alleys. "This way!" The hoarse hiss belongs to Detrius as he motions in the direction that the others had gone. Tim, who had just barely kept Brazil in sight, rounded the corner as the two continued following Phaedra. It may have simply been instinct that kept everyone together as they followed each other, or sheer adrenaline hadn't left them enough time to make a rational decision. With the threat of police following on their heels at the front of their minds, the comfort of being in a group helped to ease some anxieties. <br><br><hr><br>Back at the side of the library, smoke continued to billow ferociously out of windows even as the raging inferno lit the hazy sky a ruddy red the color of rust. A handful of police surrounded Ness as he paced and spoke as if still in court. Some looked uncertain, others glared at him with hardened eyes. "What the hell's he doing?" One murmured whisper to another. "He thinks he's in court or something..." <br><br>A sharp bark from the megaphone snapped everyone to attention. "What're you just standing around there for? Arrest them already goddammit!" Backs straightened and guns were trained on the pacing lunatic even as they exchanged uncomfortable glances with one another. Excluding the abnormal behavior, the lawyer seemed harmless. "Someone shut him up already."<br><br>The muscle in Detective Connell's jaw worked as he watched the pacing lawyer. Soot covered, scratched, and bleeding from the mouth, his now wrinkled suit seemed laughable to the detective as he compared him to the overly confident and perfectly dressed sleazeball from memory. Connell had worked with Ness plenty of times and he'd always felt greasy afterwards. Now, he strode forward and with a swift crack, brought the butt of his gun down against the side of Ness's head. A sense of satisfaction brought a grim smile to his lips even as he watched the smug grin leave Ness's face as he sunk down to the snow covered pavement, momentarily stunned with a new bloody gash on his forehead.<br><br>During that time, Kenzie had taken off, ducking behind parked cars before sprinting across the four lane street and to the safety of the plaza on the other side. Despite her sorry lack of clothing, adrenaline kept her going even as the cold nipped along bare skin and threatened to take it through frost bite. Alice, emboldened by Kenzie's brief encouragement, pulled the dazed Winter's arm over her shoulders and hurriedly guided them behind the nearest car in the parking lot. Ness, stunned and bordering on unconsciousness, felt a sharp pain to his sides as one of the officers decided to test his resistance with a kick. Satisfied that the lawyer was down, they flipped him onto his stomach and wrenched his arms back and the click of cool metal wrapped around his wrists as they tightened his cuffs.<br><br>Having reached the edge of the parking lot, it was pure luck that saw Alice and Winter across the wide street and duck behind the nearest building without drawing the police's attention. Kenzie, hearing Alice's soft cries for help, doubled back to help her carry Winter. By now, the number of criminals left had dwindled drastically. One of the officers in Ness's group glanced around, only to see the injured Jung still on the ground nearby gazing up at them with terrified eyes and Isaac still wheezing and stunned to the side. Bright orange slipped past his periphery and his head snapped in that direction to see the hunched figure of Sam hurrying through the parking lot. Cursing loudly, he pointed at Sam. "They're getting away! Over there!"<br><br>Immediately, they followed, only two officers left behind to drag Ness into one of the squad cars. Gunshots rang out into the night, one of them clipped Sam's thigh, slowing him enough for one of the officers to catch up and tackle him from behind. After a short struggle -- during that time others had past them having spotted Alice and Kenzie struggling with Winter between them -- Sam found himself with his wrists cuffed as he was led back towards the library. <br><br>Seeing Jung being led to the squad car with Ness inside, Isaac's eyes widened as he caught Detective Fernis's eye. Yet his reaction came too late, as he pivoted and sprinted blindly ahead...straight into the waiting arms of the officers bringing Sam back. Behind them, the three ladies found themselves in a similar situation as they made the trek of shame across the street.<br><br><hr><br>Minutes passed as the chaos finally seemed to melt into some semblance of order. The officer with the megaphone was presumably in charge as he continually cursed about the loss of the rest of the criminals. Half of the squad broke away to comb through the streets for the missing fugitives as the other half, having secured the criminals with cuffs and pushed them into squad cars, broke away from the library and headed towards the station.<br><br>Soon, the area around the library was eerily quiet as only the crackling of fire snapped in the darkness. Later, the fire department would arrive to put out the library ruins. The surrounding area continued to crawl with officers as they searched the streets and alleys in pairs.<br><br>In the meantime, those who had been captured eventually found themselves within a familiar room. Having filed through the police station, an exchange of a few curt nods between officers and a sliding door made of cold steel hissed open quietly to greet them. The room beyond was small and cramped, judging from the number of cots available it was only meant for four people. A quick glance and it was easy to see that they were in one of the high security rooms that had been recently built. The door slid shut behind them with a loud click and a gentle whir of mechanisms. Through the wall of reinforced glass, the prisoners within watched hopelessly as the officers retreated down the hall. It was only a matter of time until their next judgement came...and this time it was guaranteed that they wouldn't have to suffer through any therapy sessions.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Library Area Map</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div align="center"><br>Just to give everyone an idea of where they're at during certain parts of the post.<br><br>(http://i802.photobucket.com/albums/yy305/EsotericMyobi/RPs/LibraryAreaMap.png)</div></div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Children of Yggdrasil - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>bubby</strong> on <strong>02-04-2012, 06:30:33</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/8a/Black-and-white-blonde-eyes-girl-hair-lips-Favim.com-66962_large.jpg)</div> <br>&nbsp;<strong>Name:</strong>Brazil<br>&nbsp;<strong>Crime:</strong>Attempted Patricide<br>&nbsp;<strong>Location:</strong>In alley chasing after the Group<br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagged:</strong>Tim, Detrius, following Natalie, Phaedra, Drake,and Sarah<br><br><hr><br><br><br>Brazil watched the goings on through slitted eyes just over a ridge of dirty snow around her face, cold seeping into her clothes in places. Half the cops were on it, the other still out cold... or even dead. That brought a thrill. Fuckers. She noted however, that seemingly since she had been the only one to go down when ordered, she was being ignored for the most part. She had witnessed at least half of those that had tumbled from the burning library take off, and her gleaming gaze lingered upon the form of Tim as he shuffled off with a clank of chains, the last of the bunch.<br><br>That pretty much did it. If that ape could dare to run even while chained.... all cops eyes seemed to be pinned to the others they had captured, as well as a mouthy fuck who got pistol whipped, and her mind was made up. Without a word Brazil was up and taking off like a shot, following in the wake of the rest&nbsp; of the small group she had seen. She would rush passed Tim, panting speech he might hear in her wake. <strong>“ Better get those off convict. They'll hear your clanking ass!!”</strong> Another burst of speed, ready to take off <em>that</em> way down the alley, when out of the shadows an arm shot out to grab her and yank her close. Even as the offender began to speak, hissing <em> “ This way!”</em>, Brazil's hand curled into a tight fist, and quick hard jabs began around the mans head and face; blood would spurt as her knuckles connected with his nose, surely causing damage. Quickly he was ducking away from her, hands up in surrender, pointing in the direction Phaedra had run. Snarling low, Brazil would lunge at Detrius fist raised again to punch him between the eyes. Yet the sound of Tim's chains clanking in the alley behind them changed her mind. All that fucking noise and the cops would surely follow! <strong> “ Touch me again and I'll cut off your fingers and carve out your eyes asshole..”</strong> she would murmur low, staring deep into his eyes before snorting and turning from him, taking off down the ally after the rest of the group. Oddly enough it didn't enter her mind as to <em>why</em> she was choosing to remain with people she didn't know at all. It just seemed...correct. Maybe she could get some fucking answers finally..
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Children of Yggdrasil - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Loves</strong> on <strong>05-04-2012, 21:28:25</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://cdn1.gossipcenter.com/sites/default/files/imagecache/story_header/photos/natalie-portman-topless-ad-dior.jpg)</div> <br>&nbsp;<strong>Name:</strong>Natalie Brewster<br>&nbsp;<strong>Age:</strong>19<br><strong>Crime:</strong> acquitted of first degree murder by&nbsp; reason of insanity<br><strong>Location:</strong>Outside what use to be the library, dazed and confused<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> everyone in group 2 that are close enough to her in the alley to hear her shout<br><br><br><hr><br>With the palms of her hands pressing against her ears, Natalie tried in vain to tune out the frenzy of activity that assaulted&nbsp; her from all angles. The angry commands from the police bounced off the grimy brick walls, echoing through the narrow alleyways. The sounds swam around her, forming mostly unrecognizable words, but the tone behind each one clearly indicated the panic and anger that boiled in the veins of the men in blue.&nbsp; An all too familiar voice urged her to get up, to run away and seek out a secure hiding place or risk being found by those that would see harm come to her. Scared and alone, the young dancer got to her feet, plagued by the insistent commands that rang out inside of her mind, and tentatively stepped away from her hiding place. Her vision blurred the images that haunted the dark alleyway, leaving her unable to comprehend the shadowy figures that moved with purposeful intent towards her. <em>”Run Natalie! Go now! They’ll catch you and throw you in a small windowless room for the remainder of your days…you know you wouldn’t survive that!”</em> the voice mocked, seething with repugnance. Tears welled in her pretty brown eyes and spilled across her soft, grim covered cheeks, giving her the look of a helpless fawn, lost and confused. <br><br>She spun on her heels and blindly stumbled down the alley, desperately trying door after door, pleading with each one to grant her access and shelter her from the immediate dangers that amplified her panicked her disposition . Natalie’s frustrations grew with each plea cruelly denied, resulting in an uncharacteristic show of temper as she kicked at the stubborn slabs of wood and steel.&nbsp; All seemed lost until she reached the rear door shielding the deli from unwanted guests. Unlike the others that had stubbornly remained stoic in their refusal to allow the desperate young woman refuge, this one showed signs of giving. <em>”Don’t be stupid girl! Call to them! You can’t break it down yourself!”</em> Nodding her head silently agreeing to the voice that had commanded her actions Natalie turned towards the advancing figures and screamed, her voice broken and horse, stinging her throat in its desperate plea. <strong>”THIS WAY! I CAN’T GET IT OPEN MYSELF….HELP ME!”</strong><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Children of Yggdrasil - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Michael Corvus</strong> on <strong>06-04-2012, 01:06:09</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1191.photobucket.com/albums/z466/Corvus269/Characters/TimThomasHead.jpg)</div><strong><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"> Tim Thomas</span></span></strong><br><br><strong>Age:</strong> 37<br><br><strong>Crime:</strong> Killed 13 and injured 7 in a grocery store shooting spree<br><br><strong>Location:</strong> Outside the burning library ---&gt; random alley way.<br><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Drake, Brazil, Detrius, Natalie<br><br><hr><br>Pressed against the cold and filthy brick of the antiquated building, Tim willed himself to breath as quietly as he could manage while softly panting to catch his breath. He wasn't terribly out of shape, but he wasn't exactly a young buck anymore either and the chains that restricted his movement caused him to run in such a way that required much more physical exertion that would otherwise be necessary. <em>I need to get these chains off,</em> he thought irritably. Dark eyes hastily scanned his surroundings in search for something, anything that might aid in their removal, or least to sever their linking together and thus freeing his legs and arms from their restrictive confinement. But their was nothing in the area that would be of use for such a task, only garbage bins overflowing with rubbish.<br><br>He heard a voice, an unfamiliar voice belonging to a woman calling out for help with opening a door. Carefully peering around the scuffed corner of the grimy old alley he'd ducked himself into, Tim saw a white haired woman wearing leather running in his direction. She was unfamiliar as well, and didn't look like a cop but if she was, Tim was confident he could take her out without much of a fuss. He pushed himself from the cold and grimy wall and shuffled as fast as his chained limbs would carry him, running in the direction where he'd heard the call for help come. His thoughts were that if he could get that door open, it would get him out of the open, out of sight and buy him some time to find a way to remove the chains. He also reasoned that he'd have a much better chance of finding tools to remove those chains inside somewhere than outside, not to mention the fact that he would be inside, out of the freezing cold.<br><br>As he shuffled down the alley, the platinum haired woman passed him by, uttering hateful words of... wisdom? Her words and her passing him by both made him angry, as evidenced by his intimidating scowl. <strong>"No shit, Sherlock,"</strong> he growled in frustration. <strong>"Unless you got a key or a hacksaw tucked away somewhere..."</strong> he continued, but went quiet when she ran on ahead, too far for her to hear the rest of what Tim had to say. He heard a male voice in the darkness up ahead calling quietly, "this way," followed quickly by the distinct sound of fists against someone face. As he continued to shuffle at top speed, the darkness gave way to Brazil as she punched Detrius one final time in the face, which was not bleeding. He scoffed at the sight of the woman handing the man his ass and the poisonous threats she spat at him afterwards. <strong>"Better shut that fucking mouth, bitch. They'll hear your yappin' ass,"</strong> he whispered spitefully as he passed the two, shaking his head as he glanced to Detrius, as if to say, <em>"You just got owned by a woman, you pussy."</em><br><br>He checked each alley that he passed, searching for the owner of the voice who had called for help, figuring he would know her when he saw her struggling with some door or window. It wasn't long until he saw a pretty young thing trying with all her might to force open a locked door that appeared as if it had seen far too much use and the passing of time. He had paused at the junction as he assessed the situation, taking stock of his surroundings. He didn't recognize the girl at all, but she was petite, pretty, and she looked scared half out of her mind as she struggled with the door. Had he the full use of his legs, his combat training would have lead him to kick the door near it's weakening hinges, freeing it from it's moorings and allowing them entrance. As it were, Tim was forced once again to resort to using his body as a battering ram. <strong>"I've got this,"</strong> he said confidently. <strong>"You might want to stand over there,"</strong> he suggested, nodding his head to the far side of the alley, away from the door. Shuffling with as much speed as he could muster towards the door, Tim turned his shoulder at the last minute, slamming into the door with brute force and shearing the steel lock through the old, decrepit wood and sending the door flying open. He stumbled inside, falling face first on the hard floor inside with an audible <strong>"OOOF!"</strong> The door was still in one piece and connected at to the frame, though it would no longer catch when closed.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Children of Yggdrasil - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Niferbelle</strong> on <strong>06-04-2012, 01:34:38</strong>
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				<div class="floatright"> (http://i627.photobucket.com/albums/tt357/Niferbelle/futureponytail-1.jpg)</div><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Phaedra Leitner</strong></span><br><strong>Age:</strong> 27<br><strong>Crime:</strong> Attempted murder<br><strong>Location:</strong> Alley<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Drake, Tim, Sarah, Natalie, Brazil, Detrius (if he's there)<br><br>She would never admit it -- if she did, people might think she was crazy or something -- but she was having the time of her life although she knew she'd feel a hell of a lot differently about it if she'd been back there with those who looked like they were going to get nabbed. She initially ran by the brunette who was hunkered down between a couple of garbage cans, not recognizing her from the meeting, but as the young woman started to follow them and then called out for help Phaedra began to think she was connected somehow. She was obviously afraid, and not of them though she should have been, and Phaedra considered the deli door she had passed for a moment then reached out to grab Drake's arm.<br><br>"We can cut through the deli over to the next street. And maybe there'll be something inside we can use to get psycho killer out of his chains. He's slow enough as it is," she said and gestured for Sarah, too, to turn back. She jogged back to where the woman had been wrestling with the door, seeing that Tim was already there and arriving just in time to see the door splinter open from his bulk. "So much for trying to hide what door we might have gone in. Come on, in you go." <br><br>She gestured for the brunette to duck inside while she waited to see what Drake and Sarah were going to do and eyed the blond stranger, wondering where the hell she'd come from.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Children of Yggdrasil - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WendySlaveGirl</strong> on <strong>07-04-2012, 12:00:09</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatleft">(http://imagecache6.allposters.com/LRG/37/3749/PCCZF00Z.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Sarah Black<br><strong>Age:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;20<br><strong>Crime:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Burning down an art gallery<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Parking lot<br><strong>Tagging: Phaedra, others in group 2</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;-<br><hr><br>Sarah just sort of followed the others for the moment. She was out of her league but when Phaedra suggested they get whatshisname out of his chains Sarah waited until after the door was open. She sidled closer to Phaedra and whispered quietly to her. "Are we sure unchaining him is the smartest move Phaedra? He is, as you said, a psycho killer. I, for one, can't take him..." She said it very quietly, so quiet even Phaedra would have to strain to hear every word. There is no way she wants him to overhear her!
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Children of Yggdrasil - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Remiel</strong> on <strong>07-04-2012, 20:45:46</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img819.imageshack.us/img819/3311/filmnoir3.jpg)</div><strong>Drake Holland</strong><br><strong>Age:</strong> 35<br><strong>Crime:</strong> Aggravated assault, torture, attempted murder<br><strong>Location:</strong> New New York, Public Library<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Phaedra, Tim, Sarah, Natalie, Brazil<br><hr>"I'm inclined to agree," said Drake, filtering in behind Sarah.&nbsp; Despite Phaedra's insistent tugging, Drake had no particular compunction to stick together with the others.&nbsp; He wanted one thing and one thing only--to flee the scene, and return to his office where he could attempt to salvage the tablet.&nbsp; He <em>needed</em> to know what was on it, so that he would know, once and for all, the identity of Marilyn's killer.&nbsp; Anything else--everything else--could go hang, for all he cared.<br><br>And so, as Tim battered down the back door of the deli, Drake chose in that moment to go the other way.&nbsp; Unfortunately for Holland, however, fate sometimes has other ideas than men, and Drake quickly found that the alley had, after a sharp turn, ended in a dead end: nothing but faded and crumbling brick met him, sealing off his only egress.&nbsp; &nbsp;With a frustrated snarl, he turned back to the way he had come.&nbsp; At the far end of the alley, where it intersected with the street, he could see the distant hues of flashing red and blue.&nbsp; To return to the library would be unthinkable.&nbsp; That left, then, only one option: the deli.<br><br>He wasn't happy to find himself still in the company with the other poor berks and bints once again, but it appeared that there was no choice.&nbsp; "I'm inclined to agree," he said, responding to Sarah's assessment of the wisdom of freeing Tim.&nbsp; He looked the man directly in the eye.&nbsp; Although, as Tim had by his own admission could not have been Marylin's killer, Drake bore him no particular ill will, there was a reason that he alone was clad in an orange jumpsuit and they were not.&nbsp; Drake said as much.&nbsp; "There's a reason that our friend is in an orange jumpsuit and we are not," he said, coolly.&nbsp; "Perhaps he's planning on breaking our necks the first chance he gets.&nbsp; Are you, big guy?&nbsp; Is the voice in your head telling you that we're all demons?"&nbsp; He surreptitiously glanced around the group, to check if any of them were wearing red.<br><br>Drake was no stranger to a curbside fistfight or bar-room brawl, but he had no illusions whatsoever about his ability to engage Tim in a one-on-one matchup.&nbsp; The man was built like a bull, for heaven's sake.&nbsp; Perhaps, if he'd had his piece on his person, he'd certainly feel a lot safer. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Children of Yggdrasil - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Loves</strong> on <strong>08-04-2012, 18:26:31</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://cdn1.gossipcenter.com/sites/default/files/imagecache/story_header/photos/natalie-portman-topless-ad-dior.jpg)</div> <br><strong>Name:</strong> <span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Natalie Brewster</span><br><strong>Age:</strong> 19<br><strong>Crime:</strong>&nbsp; acquitted of first degree murder by&nbsp; reason of insanity<br><strong>Location:</strong> Inside the Deli<br><strong>Tagged:</strong>&nbsp; Tim, Phaedra, Sarah, Brazil and Drake (mentioning Sam)<br><br><br><hr><br>Natalie jumped at the sound of the deep, rough voice that ordered her to stand back and away from the door that she had been unsuccessful in opening. She stumbled back into the alley, hugging her torso tightly as she held her breath watching the orange clad stranger use his brute strength to force the door open, searing the splintered wood from the ancient hinges. Her right hand moved to cover her lips as a soft gasp of surprise caught in her throat. Natalie looked upon the scene with wide, startled eyes, unsure if she should go to him and assess the damage he might have caused. Fear and indecision had once more robbed her of an initial response. Natalie had lived her life being told what to do and when to do it by her mother and malicious dance instructor. She was simply incapable of making a decision for herself, or at least, not without some guidance.<br><br>As if her dilemma was answered by the gods, a striking dark haired woman that she recognized as a member of the fire escapees from the Library arrived, toting with her another young woman and a man dressed in a trench coat. The dark haired woman signalled for Natalie to enter the deli, thus ending her dilemma and bringing a simple solution to her indecision. She would simply follow the others into the relatively safe deli and take the much needed time to recoup and try to come up with a plan of action. Tentatively she stepped into the dark store, pausing near Tim, again struggling with the choice to help him or not.&nbsp; Her heart urged her to bend at the knees and try her best to help the hulk of a man to his feet, but there was something about him that had her mind screaming for her to step away. <br><br>Unable to make the easy choice, Natalie stumbled back further into the room and pressed her body against the long counter. Her hands fumbled in the darkness seeking anything she could use as a weapon while the others discussed the big guys fate. They obviously knew something about him that Natalie was ignorant of, and it didn’t make her feel safe.&nbsp; After all she didn’t know anyone in the room, anyone of them could be dangerous. She never considered that they might be thinking the same thing about her; after all, she wouldn’t appear to be able to hurt a fly to anyone. Okay, so she murdered her dance instructor in cold blood, but technically she had been acquitted of the act, deemed temporarily insane and had been under the care of doctors ever since. Natalie silently whimpered, wishing Sam had escaped with her. Her eyes widened in fear as the man in the trench coat asked the orange jumpsuited stranger if he was seeing them as some kind of threat. Panicked, her fingers fumbled in the drawers, desperate now to find something to defend herself with.&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Children of Yggdrasil - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Moon Hound Hati</strong> on <strong>09-04-2012, 01:58:37</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img818.imageshack.us/img818/2395/samatclashofthetitanslo.jpg)</div><br><br><strong>Name:</strong> <span style="font-size: 16pt;" class="bbc_size">Sam Washington</span><br><strong>Age:</strong> 28<br><strong>Crime:</strong> Beat his senior officer to death with a heavy duty stapler from the L.A.P.D.'s copy room while singing the national anthem.<br><strong>Location:</strong> From alleyway to parkinglot<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Group 1 (mentioning Natalie)<br><br><br><hr><br><br>Sam cursed out loud as he realized his plan to escape had indeed proved impossible from the start. Zig zagging didn't help a whole lot in a narrow alleyway, a stray bullet grazing his thigh. Falling face first into the cold dirt and grime which covered the ground of the dark and dank corridor when one of the policemen tackled him, his thoughts actually wandered somewhere other than his own current situation. His thoughts went out to young Natalie and how he had failed her as a protector, a (former) lawman. She had easily been the most innocent soul of the whole bunch present in the parking lot minutes ago, judging by first impressions anyway, and thus the one who needed him the most. It would have been a small opportunity to receive a little redemption for killing his senior officer, no matter how rotten the man's soul might or might not have been in the end.<br><br>...But he had screwed up, clean and simple, losing sight of the brunette when the explosion happened. Was she alright? Was she alive? Sam should've never let go of that small, tender, warm hand, he thought as he was held down by almost half a dozen New York police officers, cuffed securely before being yanked onto his feet and dragged back the way he had ran so hard from. His head hung low in defeat and his fleshwound stung like a bitch, his spirit faltering as the realisation washed over him; it was over. He was going to die now. End of the line. Game over. No way out. Time to fry in the chair.<br><br>Arriving at the parking lot, most of the smoke and dust from the explosion had been cleared by the cold winter breeze. The scene before still resembled a warzone. He was lead over to one of the largely unharmed NYPD squadcars, pushed into the back and properly secured. He wasn't wearing that puke orange jumpsuit because it was the latest fashion, after all. Staring out the vehicle's window, he wondered again if Natalie was safe.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Children of Yggdrasil - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>12-04-2012, 20:28:49</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatleft">(http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lpwmwptLVI1qd48zvo1_500.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> <strong>Kenzie Autumn</strong><br><strong>Age:</strong> 22<br><strong>Location:</strong> Prison Cell<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Group 1<br><hr><br>It wasn't so much the walk back to the squad car that annoyed her, it was that she'd gotten caught. It left her in a sullen mood, feeling worse for Alice, who she'd encouraged to run with her. She should have known it wouldn't be possible to get away if she went back for them, and she always would. She had a hard time leaving someone in a crisis, especially someone like Alice.<br><br>She didn't bother speaking to the cops, answering whatever procedural questions they had honestly, and filing into the cell with the rest. She went to sit on the nearest cot, still quiet, eyes down-turned. She still had no shirt, which would've seemed like a definite danger, were it not for the fact that they hadn't be put in with other people in lock-up. She wasn't convinced that made her safe, but at least they were all in the same boat.<br><br>She crossed her arms over her chest and leaned back against the wall, unwilling to be the first to speak. Their situation looked bad. Hers perhaps more so, given that she run, though she wasn't sure a trial was really on the minds of authorities. She wanted a way out, but unfortunately, even for people like her, a jail cell was a tough spot to get out of. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Children of Yggdrasil - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>bubby</strong> on <strong>13-04-2012, 20:59:16</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/8a/Black-and-white-blonde-eyes-girl-hair-lips-Favim.com-66962_large.jpg)</div> <br>&nbsp;<strong>Name:</strong>Brazil King<br>&nbsp;<strong>Crime:</strong>Attempted Patricide<br>&nbsp;<strong>Location:</strong>Deli<br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagged:</strong>Everyone in the Group <br><br><hr><br><br><br><br><br>Brazil would merely smirk to herself as she heard Tim's responding growl. So snarky! Poor chained up man.<br><br>She caught the eyes of Phaedra and the momentary confusion within them, the woman obviously surprised at the sight of her. She ignored it. Moving up the alley a bit further, she had indeed had much the same idea as Drake, intent on simply moving along on her own. But she too was stymied. Therefore, as&nbsp; Tim made his oh so manly effort to force open the deli door, she lingered within the shadows, her gaze sweeping over this group of people she was being forced to contend with. The rest filed in behind Tim even as he fell heavily upon the floor, and she listened as Drake waxed poetic about the dangers of the man in orange. She would snort silently, a boot falling heavily right by Tim's head as she simply stepped over the convict, moving further into the deli, blue eyes scanning the interior. Funny how people automatically think someone in chains, someone big and burly would be the most dangerous. Fuck, people were stupid. <br><br>Closer to Natalie she would move, cocking a grin as she watched the precious little flower begin fumbling to open a drawer, obviously seeking a weapon. Softly Brazil would speak as she moved alongside the girl, leaning close real quick to mumble. <strong>“ Oh yeah..good idea. Big bad convict might want a piece of you!”</strong> She would grin a toothy grin at the obviously frightened woman before moving away again, searching. Unbeknownst to the others, Brazil was already armed. Tucked within each boot was a sharp knife. Deeper into the deli she would move, already ignoring the rest again. There had to be another door out. One door in a establishment like this was against fire code... this thought quickly brought a burst of delighted laughter from her. Oh the irony!
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Children of Yggdrasil - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Michael Corvus</strong> on <strong>16-04-2012, 00:24:11</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1191.photobucket.com/albums/z466/Corvus269/Characters/TimThomasHead.jpg)</div><strong><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 16pt;" class="bbc_size"> Tim Thomas</span></span></strong><br><br><strong>Age:</strong> 37<br><br><strong>Crime:</strong> Killed 13 and injured 7 in a grocery store shooting spree<br><br><strong>Location:</strong> Inside the Deli.<br><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Drake, Brazil, Natalie<br><br><hr><br>Rolling over onto his back with a groan, it dawned on Tim that he had become the human battering ram, much to the chagrin of his throbbing shoulder and wounded butt cheek. <strong>"That's it. The next time something needs bustin' down, I'll watch while one of <em>you</em> sacrifice your body."</strong> Deep blue eyes watched Natalie as she moved past him and he was taken aback for a moment by the pensive look in her eyes. He could clearly discern that she was torn, struggling with herself about something, though he had no idea what that something might be. She was a pretty young thing whom Tim enjoyed looking at, but there was something in that brief moment when she looked at him that softened his tough exterior, something that Tim was not at all accustomed to. She soon moved away and began to rummage through some drawers. His attention had been on Natalie until a booted foot fell heavily next to his head. Glancing up suddenly, he was met with the image of the white-haired biker chick as she moved towards Natalie. <br><br>He hadn't even noticed that some of the others had taken it upon themselves to discuss whether or not to free him of his chains, as though they had a say in the matter, until Drake addressed him outright. Sitting up, Tim struggled against the chains to get back to his feet; not an easy task when your wrists and ankles are shackled together. Finally regaining his feet, Tim stretched to his full height, a venomous smirk on his face as he stepped closer towards Drake. <strong>"Do you honestly think these chains,"</strong> he held his fists up before him, <strong>"could keep me from snapping your neck right now... if I wanted to, little man?"</strong> He bared his clean, white teeth in a sinister looking, toothy grin. <strong>"Are the voices in your head telling you that, cause if they are then your voices are as fucking insane as you are."</strong> He glanced dangerously to Phaedra and the others gathered close by who had been sharing in conspiratorial whispers and glances. <strong>"As for me wearing an orange jumpsuit...&nbsp; do you really think you're in a position to be passing judgment, Mr. <em>'brutally torture and murder the wrong person?'</em> At least I made it quick and painless... even for demons."</strong><br><br>He heard Brazil trying to scare Natalie by making him sound like a monster and he turned to face the two women, looking directly at Natalie first. <strong>"Don't you worry none, sweetness. I ain't gonna hurt you none."</strong> He tossed a quick wink to the young woman before glancing to Brazil as a smirk danced across his features. <strong>"You... you're a mouthy one, ain'tcha? Who the fuck are you anyway? Where did you come from and what the hell are you doing here?"</strong> He paused for a moment, rolling his neck from one side to the other causing a series of cracks to echo quietly inside the small deli. <strong>"Are you the one who started the fire that nearly toasted us all alive?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Children of Yggdrasil - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WendySlaveGirl</strong> on <strong>16-04-2012, 05:31:01</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatleft">(http://imagecache6.allposters.com/LRG/37/3749/PCCZF00Z.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Sarah Black<br><strong>Age:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;20<br><strong>Crime:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Burning down an art gallery<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Deli<br><strong>Tagging: Phaedra,Tim, Brazil, Natalie others in group 2</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;-<br><hr><br>Sarah listened as Tim accused Brazil of starting the fire. For a moment she wanted to join in, to point out that the woman was already outside when they all came out, here and the other one with her but she held her tongue. She was a smart young woman and she knew once accusations flew it would only be a matter of time until someone accused her. She knew she hadn't done it, then again, she was pretty sure she hadn't burned down the art gallery either. She eased past Tim into the deli, just happy to be indoors and looked around. Rather than seeking a weapon she walked to a fridge and pulled out a loaf of french bread, she tore it and began to put ham on it, realizing she never had gotten around to eating. After dressing it up with mustard, onions, pickles and cheese she turned to face the others as she took a bite. "Tossing around accusations won't help us. The cops will do that anyway. We just need to figure out two things. One, was the fire an accident and two, if it wasn't why was it lit?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Children of Yggdrasil - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Remiel</strong> on <strong>16-04-2012, 06:58:19</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img819.imageshack.us/img819/3311/filmnoir3.jpg)</div><strong>Drake Holland</strong><br><strong>Age:</strong> 35<br><strong>Crime:</strong> Aggravated assault, torture, attempted murder<br><strong>Location:</strong> New New York, Public Library<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Sarah, Tim, Natalie<br><hr>"Perhaps someone wanted to kill us all," said Drake, wryly.&nbsp; Collectively, they certainly were a motley crew of misfits, criminals, and psychopaths; and he could see why a vigilante do-gooder might take it upon himself to rid the world of what he certainly would deem the dregs of society.&nbsp; Who, realistically speaking, would miss Tim?&nbsp; Who would miss Drake?&nbsp; Come to that, who would miss Sarah?&nbsp; The only person who intrigued Drake out of the sorry group was Phaedra, who seemed the most "normal".&nbsp; However, there had to be something wrong with her, as well; or else she wouldn't have been there in Dr. Shrink's "therapy" session.&nbsp; And then there were the two new additions, the pretty young girl and the motorcycle dyke.&nbsp; How did they get mixed up in this? Were they just in the wrong place at the wrong time, or were they latecomers to the ill-fated session?<br><br>"Or perhaps they just wanted to kill one of us," he pointed out.&nbsp; "You have to admit, there's no end to the list of possible candidates.&nbsp; The owner of the art gallery, perhaps, Sarah? One of the boyfriends of the people you gunned down, Tim? Or..."&nbsp; he glanced at Phaedra, drew a blank, and decided to move on.&nbsp; <br><br>"Which brings us to you two."&nbsp; This was to Natalie, as Brazil didn't seem exactly approachable at the moment.&nbsp; "What's your story?&nbsp; Are you part of our misanthropic menagerie?&nbsp; I'm Drake, by the way.&nbsp; Big guy is Tim.&nbsp; The goth girl is Sarah, and the businesswoman is Phaedra.&nbsp; Between us, we're all arsonists, killers, and thugs."&nbsp; He grinned; that is to say that one side of his mouth tilted upward.&nbsp; Without his sunglasses, Drake was a rather unremarkable personage, a veritable study in the character of the Down-and-Out Washout: with his loosened tie, his stained shirt collar, his old, weatherbeaten fedora, and his knee-length raincoat, he looked like something ripped out of a 1950s pulp fiction novel.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Children of Yggdrasil - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WendySlaveGirl</strong> on <strong>16-04-2012, 15:45:39</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatleft">(http://imagecache6.allposters.com/LRG/37/3749/PCCZF00Z.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Sarah Black<br><strong>Age:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;20<br><strong>Crime:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Burning down an art gallery<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Deli<br><strong>Tagging: Phaedra,Tim, Brazil, Natalie others in group 2</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;-<br><hr><br>Sarah thought on Drake's words and added only an "Alleged" when he mentioned their various crimes. Still, she turned curious eyes to Natalie and Brazil, wondering what they might be here for, what their stories were. She realized she needed to be quick on her feet and trust no one but especially the men since both of them were killers. She absently finished her sandwich while she waited to see what Natalie would say in answer to Drake's query.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Children of Yggdrasil - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Moon Hound Hati</strong> on <strong>16-04-2012, 21:10:35</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img818.imageshack.us/img818/2395/samatclashofthetitanslo.jpg)</div><br><br><strong>Name:</strong> <span style="font-size: 16pt;" class="bbc_size">Sam Washington</span><br><strong>Age:</strong> 28<br><strong>Crime:</strong> Beat his senior officer to death with a heavy duty stapler from the L.A.P.D.'s copy room while singing the national anthem.<br><strong>Location:</strong> Prison Cell<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Group 1<br><br><br><hr><br><br>Sam was feeling restless. It wasn't something that happened too often, but right now it had him pacing him back and forth along the re-enforced glass wall that kept him locked up <del>&nbsp; &nbsp;</del> along with several other, unfamiliar faces <del>&nbsp; &nbsp;</del> inside the concrete box. Though he'd already spent some time in jail after murdering his senior officer, it still felt foreign and surreal to him, seeing the world from the other side. To be honest, he preferred a set of iron bars over this glass wall; the latter made it feel like a closed box, inducing a faint sense of claustrophobia on him.<br><br>What would happen now, Sam wondered. After being questioned <del>&nbsp; &nbsp;</del> or interrogated, depending on wether or not you were wearing bright orange PJ's <del>&nbsp; &nbsp;</del> they had all been put in this cell, cooping too many people in one small room. The cop in him wanted to slap them on the wrists for such blatand disregard for standard regulations, but then he reminded himself why he wasn't wearing a badge anymore. It was damn depressing. Sam had answered what he could, but many of his replies were scoffed at and brushed off as lies. His word seemed to have little worth these days. <br><br>His silvery eyes wandered around the room. There was no way out, all things present either bolted to the floor or too weak to cause any damage to the wall, and the possibility of the electric chair was a frighteningly real possibility with every passing second. It wasn't showing directly in his manners or expression, but the nerves were starting to get to him. A man who doesn't fear death has either nothing to lose or has lost everything already. When the frustration and fear began to boil over, he expressed them by slamming his fist into the glass wall, which didn't budge an inch, only causing a mild sense of pain to rush up the man's arm. <br><br><strong>"Fuck..."</strong> he muttered softly, leaning his forhead against the smooth, cool surface of the transparent material.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Children of Yggdrasil - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Loves</strong> on <strong>16-04-2012, 22:07:33</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://cdn1.gossipcenter.com/sites/default/files/imagecache/story_header/photos/natalie-portman-topless-ad-dior.jpg)</div> <br><strong>Name:</strong> <span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Natalie Brewster</span><br><strong>Age:</strong> 19<br><strong>Crime:</strong>&nbsp; acquitted of first degree murder by&nbsp; reason of insanity<br><strong>Location:</strong> Inside the Deli<br><strong>Tagged:</strong>&nbsp; Tim, Phaedra, Sarah, Brazil and Drake<br><br><br><hr><br><br>Locating a weapon wasn’t as easy as she had hoped, without the aid of the overhead lighting it was near impossible to see what objects were stored in the long drawers of the counter to which Natalie had been standing. Her finger wrapped around an object that could have been anything, and for a moment a feeling of elation flooded her psyche. However the cold steel slipped from her fingers the moment she became startled by the sound of a feminine voice confirming her private fears.&nbsp; <br><br>“ Oh yeah..good idea. Big bad convict might want a piece of you!” <br><br>The young dancer tensed, taking a moment to realize that the voice that had mocked her was not originating from within, putting the fear of yet another voice developing inside her delicate mind to rest. Abandoning her search for the time being, Natalie watched curiously as the blonde moved away. Only once Brazil had moved far enough away from the trembling brunette, did Natalie allow herself a moment of composure, releasing the breath that she had been holding.&nbsp; <br><br>The moment the large man dressed in orange rose from the floor, Natalie knew her choice to abandon her search for protection was a mistake.&nbsp; He was huge and terrifying. His claim to the man wearing the trench cloak did not go unnoticed, drawing Natalie’s eyes to the chains that bound his meaty paws at the wrists. They should have made her feel secure, however with his warning they suddenly looked to be made of papier-mâché.&nbsp; The scream that echoed in her mind remained silent upon her tongue as the only sign of fear burned in her soft brown eyes.&nbsp; It was only when Tim accused the trench coat wearing man of hearing voices that Natalie began to wonder just how much she had in common with this odd group of misfits.<br><br>Her attention was stolen with the sudden influx of light that highlighted the dust particle in the air as its sliver stabbed the darkness, bringing some clarity where there had been nothing but uncertainty. The fridge had been opened by the young girl that had followed the stunning brunette into the deli. Natalie’s eyes focused on the silver steel serving spoon that rested upon the counters surface and sighed. It certainly was not much of a weapon, but with the light came the realization that these people were not as menacing as she had once thought. Though a voice whispered that she was still not to trust them. <br><br>She had stayed as silent as a mouse during the entire exchange, hoping to be forgotten or ignored. However, it would seem the others had other intentions. The first to address her directly had been the blonde she had seen outside of the library, though Natalie had found no comfort in the other woman’s delight in scaring her. The next to address the frightened young woman was the man in orange. It was odd, for a man so large and deceptively scary; he had been the kindest in the group so far, even causing her to blush as he winked before turning his attention to the blonde stranger.&nbsp; <br><br>"Don't you worry none, sweetness. I ain't gonna hurt you none."<br><br>Natalie offered Tim a small but grateful smile that pulled stubbornly at the corners of her lips and flashed for a moment in the depths of her soft brown eyes. Any comfort that had warmed her soul soon vanished when the trench coated man began to speak. <em>Why does he have to keep talking about killing?</em> Natalie asked&nbsp; herself to which her only response was a pointedly sinister chuckle that stemmed from the recesses of her mind. It wasn’t long before Drake had turned his questioning onto Natalie.<br><br>"Which brings us to you two." <br><br>Natalie visibly jumped at his words. She knew they were all in the dark, but with his attention now directed upon her she felt as uneasy as she would have had he placed a heated spot light on her, demanding she tell the truth. <br><br>"What's your story?&nbsp; Are you part of our misanthropic menagerie?&nbsp; I'm Drake, by the way.&nbsp; Big guy is Tim.&nbsp; The goth girl is Sarah, and the businesswoman is Phaedra.&nbsp; Between us, we're all arsonists, killers, and thugs."&nbsp; <br><br>Natalie glanced over her shoulder at the blonde wondering if she was going to respond, or more hoping that would be the case.&nbsp; However, it seemed Drake was determined to have Natalie respond as he continued, introducing each member of their disparate crew. <strong>”My name is Natalie. Natalie Brewster”</strong> pausing, the young dancer waited to see if there were any signs of recognition. Her trial had been splashed about the internet and news. It was rare that another living soul didn’t put the pieces together the moment they learned of her name.&nbsp; <strong>”My doctor had arranged for me to join a therapy group. The one in the library…”</strong> again a pause, though this one was more for her benefit. It suddenly became apparent that had she been early or on time she would have been trapped in the fire along with each one of these strangers. <strong>”I don’t have much of a story. I didn’t do what they accused me of…I wasn’t sent to prison…they…they say there’s an imbalance…”</strong> Embarrassed, Natalie hung her head before continuing softly <strong>”I also hear voices…but I swear…I didn’t kill her. I…I honestly don’t remember what happened.”</strong> Almost as a second thought Natalie turned her gaze upon Drake and willed him to believe her next statement. <strong>”I didn’t set the fire. I came late and didn’t notice the building was on fire until I was inside. I tried to help! I…I pulled the fire alarm!”</strong> As if she was afraid they would not believe her, Natalie turned her pleading gaze upon each member <strong>”I tried to help you! Honestly!”</strong><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Children of Yggdrasil - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Niferbelle</strong> on <strong>17-04-2012, 00:30:49</strong>
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				<div class="floatright"> (http://i627.photobucket.com/albums/tt357/Niferbelle/futureponytail-1.jpg)</div><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Phaedra Leitner</strong></span><br><strong>Age:</strong> 27<br><strong>Crime:</strong> Attempted murder<br><strong>Location:</strong> Alley<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Group 2<br><br>Once entering the deli Phaedra stayed in motion, looking for anything they might use to do something about the mass murderer's chains. She just smiled to herself as they all argued about whether or not to keep him chained up, knowing that they'd already made the choice when they made the decision to run. As she searched she watched the others, especially the newcomers, trying to get a handle on what she had to work with. Drake had a level head, obviously smart, he was a keeper. Sarah was a little timid but she was useful with a little direction and certainly didn't seem the sort to cause them any problems. Tom was, well, a loutish fuck but they needed his brute strength for now and could also be counted on to do some things maybe the others, herself included, didn't have the stomach for. <br><br>That left the platinum blond, who seemed tough enough but clearly had no intention to look out for anybody but herself. That, of course, made perfect sense and Phaedra wouldn't hold it against her but it also meant she couldn't be counted on for shit and that she could maybe be kind of a loose cannon. That left the pretty brunette, Natalie, who was confessing her own screwed up past and yet seemed entirely too spineless to be good for much of anything. She probably wouldn't be able to catch up when they got on the move again anyway. It was then the voices kicked in again and Phaedra's brow furrowed as she once again turned her gaze to each of her current companions in turn but when Phaedra was in this state of mind, she didn't let anybody tell her what to do, not even mysterious voices and she'd already decided what she thought they should do and that was stick together.<br><br>"Relax, sweetheart," she said to Natalie as the girl began to panic, perhaps thinking they were all going to turn on her as the arsonist. "Nobody thinks you started the fire. Folks, listen, I'm not sure how much any of us should trust the other, getting back to the big guy's chains here, but for now we're in it together and I think it's in everybody's best interest if he's more mobile, yeah? Some of you might be thinking about ditching the rest of us, and that's your choice, but we have a hell of a better chance figuring all this out together. That's what I think anyway. It's like the only way the gazelle survives is to stay with the herd, they lose that, and it's hello cheetah bait."<br><br>She hadn't really <em>meant</em> it when she said nobody suspected Natalie. Other than the blond, the rest of them had all been in the library together so they could vouch for each other a little. The two new girls were the more likely suspects as far as Phaedra was concerned but she wasn't worried about that right now, it was most important just to stay one step ahead of the cops.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Children of Yggdrasil - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Miss Lilly</strong> on <strong>17-04-2012, 04:13:28</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.youknowyoulovefashion.com/storage/gossipgirl/season4/0404/0404blair2.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>Alice Beaumont</strong><br><strong>Age:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;35<br><strong>Crime:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Stabbing her husband 47 times<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Rounded up and re-incarcerated with the rest of her group<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Group 1<br><hr><br>Thankful for Kenzie's help with Winter, Alice started to think that maybe, just maybe, they'd managed to get away. She had no idea what had happened to the rest of the motley crew, and truth be known, she didn't much care.&nbsp; All that mattered to the middle aged woman was that Winter was out of harms way.<br><br>Just when it looked like they were safe, the bright orange jumpsuit of the new guy attracted the attention of the authorities, and all too soon Alice, Kenzie and Winter were cuffed and dragged back towards the library.&nbsp; Thrown unceremoniously into the back of a squad car, Alice sat quietly with the other women, her head hung in shame. Would the nightmare that had become her life never end?&nbsp; Tears slid down her flushed cheeks as the distraught woman silently cursed the police for taking her handbag away from her. She needed it. Now more than ever.<br><br>After a short ride in the police car, she found herself in the lockup, jammed into a cell which was too small to comfortably cage a group of their size.&nbsp; Alice took a seat on the cot next to Kenzie, encouraging Winter to join them.&nbsp; The two younger women were the closest thing she had to friends in this mess, and if they could offer each other comfort and support, perhaps things wouldn't feel so bad.&nbsp; And on top of everything else, she was starting to feel jittery. Looking out for Winter and Kenzie might help her ignore that. At least for a time.<br><br>The sudden sound of pliable flesh connecting with immovable shatterproof glass drew her attention to the man in the orange jumpsuit, whom she still didn't know.&nbsp; Wondering where he'd come from, a voice suddenly spoke to her.&nbsp; <em><strong>"What'd I tell you? Fire. Lots of fucking fire! Must've been one of these...Voice Therapy weirdos that did it. Who else could've, huh? You think your damn grandma burnt the place down? It's probably the orange bastard, he wasn't even in the library."</strong></em>&nbsp; Alice gasped softly at the realisation that the voice could very well be right.&nbsp; The stranger could be the one responsible for them being rounded up like cattle and thrown into jail.&nbsp; He'd appeared out of nowhere, after the library had gone up in flames.&nbsp; Had he been upstairs as they were all in the therapy room?&nbsp; Had he set the fire with the intent of killing them all?&nbsp; What kind of a monster would do that?<br><br>Another softer, more reasonable voice cut through her musings.&nbsp; <strong><em>"There's no way to tell who or what started the fire. All you can do is be grateful that you got out of there alive. It may have been a freak accident for all you know. In such an old building like that, the place was practically falling apart to begin with."</em></strong>&nbsp; Alice moaned with confusion.&nbsp; Both voices were, as usual, potentially correct.&nbsp; But which one to believe?&nbsp; Alice glanced at the rest of her companions, letting her eyes settle on each face for a time, trying to glean a sense of guilt or innocence from each one.&nbsp; It was pointless, of course.&nbsp; If one of them was guilty, there was a good chance the perpetrator wasn't even aware of what they had done.&nbsp; Therapy had shown that selective amnesia had certainly been a theme shared by a good many of them, although not by Alice.&nbsp; She remembered, even relished, each blow she had struck against the man who had treated her no better than a slave for all those years.<br><br>Eventually coming to the realisation that she didn't have enough information to consider any of the group truly guilty, although she was still wary of the men, particularly orange jumpsuit, Alice decided to put her trust in the Voice of Reason.&nbsp; She sighed softly, the tension in her body easing slightly.&nbsp; Yes, they were incredibly lucky to have gotten out alive, and she'd even managed to get Winter out of harms way.&nbsp; Almost, anyway.&nbsp; She took the hands of the girls on either side of her and gave them a reassuring squeeze.&nbsp; "We'll be alright," she murmured softly.&nbsp; "We didn't do anything wrong, and they can't possibly prove that we did.&nbsp; We'll be okay."&nbsp; She was trying to convince herself as much as she was Winter and Kenzie.<br><br>The man in the orange jumpsuit continued to lean against the glass as Alice sized him up once more.&nbsp; The thought of speaking to him, even just to ask his name, caused her chest to tighten almost painfully.&nbsp; But the harried woman knew that if they were going to get out of this pickle, they'd have to work together. And they couldn't continue to call him "orange jumpsuit".&nbsp; She cleared her throat softly, before working up the courage to address him.<br><br>"Hey..." she began, her voice already cracking.&nbsp; She swallowed and tried again.&nbsp; "Hey, you.&nbsp; You in the jumpsuit." Alice was pleased to hear that she sounded less timid than she felt.&nbsp; "What's your name? And how did you get thrown in here with us?"&nbsp; Holding her breath, Alice waited to see if he would even respond to her, and what that response might be.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Children of Yggdrasil - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Esoteric Myobi</strong> on <strong>17-04-2012, 06:00:30</strong>
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				<hr><div align="center"><strong>Group 1</strong></div><hr><br>The group of misfits looked even more bedraggled and pathetic than before. With more than half of them injured one way or another, everyone wore a sullen expression on their faces as their capture sank in. Sam's thigh throbbed where the bullet had grazed him, blood darkening the bright orange of his pants as the rough cloth stuck to his skin. Nigel was conscious again, having come back to his senses sometime during the short ride in the squad car. The gash on his forehead was no longer bleeding, leaving a mess of dried blood matching the dribbling trail down his chin from his lost tooth. Jung's burned left calf looks as awful as it had just minutes ago, the pain still searing whenever she tries to put any pressure on it. Next to Jung's horrible burn, Alice's twisted ankle was nothing. Having used it recklessly during her attempt at escape, Alice's ankle was now visibly swollen. Out of the group, it seemed that Isaac -- who was no longer coughing -- Kenzie -- who had been tossed a spare shirt from the lockers and was no longer shivering -- and Winter had come out nearly unscathed.<br><br>As they were escorted to their cells, a glimpse of the clock on the wall read 6:18. Currently, the group was in the basement of the station, seated within the jail cell at the end of the hall -- the only high security cell the station had. Two other cells were next to them, only empty cots stared out through the iron bars. Apparently, only the seven were lucky enough to grace the station's cells tonight. The front of the hall had a small booth for the officer on duty and stairs led up to the entrance floor where the offices and visitor's lounge were situated. Archives and an interrogation room were in the basement with the cells as well. A door beneath the staircase led to a small locker room.<br><br>Instead of bringing the prisoners to the interrogation room one at a time as they were brought in, the group had simply been shoved roughly into their cell. The minutes ticked by in a dejected silence as the individuals within the glass and concrete box sat lost in thought. A few were seated on the cots and others were slumped on the ground with their backs against the wall. Was it self pity, despair, anger, or simply a slow shock settling in as they dwelled on their current situation? Sam's punch to the glass broke the heavy silence, yet it resulted in nothing but a soft resounding thump that attested to the clear wall's solidness. His soft curse cut through the quiet even as muted laughter could be heard from down the hall.<br><br>There was no telling how much time had passed as the seconds felt like minutes and the minutes seemed to melt into hours. Eventually, booted footsteps could be heard approaching from down the hall. A slot in the metal door opened automatically before the officer even arrived, the controls were probably located at the guard booth. A plastic bag was tossed in through the slot, the cop called out an affirmative back down the hall and it promptly closed. Grinning scornfully through the glass, he made a tsking sound as he looked them over. There was no pity in his eyes, only a deep satisfaction at seeing them imprisoned. <br><br>Turning with a wave of his hand, he walked back down the hall even as he spoke over his shoulder. "You guys are lucky, y'know that? Bread from Rosetta's is always good, even if it's a few days old." The contents of the plastic bag had spilled out onto the floor. Three buns wrapped in individual packages had slid out across the smooth cement, two bottles of water rolled around aimlessly.<br><br>As the group processed the amount of food, the gravely voice cooed soothingly in their minds. It was a vast difference from the usual sarcastic comments and furious roars that the attempt at easing their minds only stirred more unrest. "Don't worry, it's fine. You'll get out of here soon enough, they'll let you go before you know it. They have to. You didn't do anything wrong, and they've got nothing to prove you guilty." The voice cracked near the end, and with it the entire facade fell apart as it broke into raucous laughter. "HAH! As if! You're fucking screwed is what you are. Good job taking one step closer to the grave."<br><br>"Don't listen to him." The female snapped, "They <em>will</em> let you out, because they <em>don't</em> have anything to prove you guilty. Anything could've set that place on fire. <em>Anything</em>. And the doctor's death was purely accidental, they can't blame that on you. Just be patient. As the old saying goes, patience is a virtue." Her argument sounded weak and feeble next to the smoker's and yet, it sparked a small flash of hope.<br><br>All too soon, the regular thump of footsteps returned and the same officer was soon standing in front of their cell door again. However, this time three others stood behind him. A lopsided grin curved his lips. If not for the hardness in his eyes, he could have been considered attractive. In a light conversational tone, he asked, "How was dinner?" The door to the cell slid open and the three muscled cops filed in, one of them roughly grabbed Winter's wrist and tugged her forcefully off of the cot and away from Alice and Kenzie. The other two stood on either side of the cell door, hands on their weapons, bodies tensed and ready for action if required. Still standing outside, the first officer glanced at the buns lying miserably on the ground, one of them now flattened in its plastic with a visible boot print, and tutted regrettably. "Ahh, haven't eaten yet eh?" To Winter, he smiled as she was dragged out of the cell. The guard's grip on her arm was like a vise and he paid no heed to her furious resistance. "Well, seems you'll have to have your share later. Better hope your friends save you a bite."<br><br>Once Winter had been removed from the cell, the two officers followed and the doors slid closed again. The sound of footsteps retreated down the hall along with Winter's fierce struggles and angry screams demanding her release. Smiling warmly at the group even as he glared at them with cold loathing, he waved and followed the others. "Don't you worry about her. She'll be back in no time...probably." It seemed that Winter had been the first pick of the litter to experience the interrogation room. Or at least that's what was presumed. There was no way to know what exactly was going to happen to the white haired girl. They could only hope that she would soon be rejoining them in the cell...or perhaps she had been the truly unlucky one of the bunch and was meeting with their unknown fate first. Would it be a life imprisonment? Solitary confinement? The death penalty? The crushing reality of their fate bore down on any fickle hope of getting away with a lighter sentence. <br><br><hr><div align="center"><strong>Group 2</strong></div><hr><br>Detrius started in both surprise and pain as Brazil's fist became acquainted with his face several times, all without his express consent. Most stung as they glanced off his face, and soon his arms as he shielded himself, but a lucky blow and a sickening crunch brought tears to his eyes even as his nose began spurting blood. So much for trying to be helpful, he certainly wouldn't make the same mistake again. Cursing, he pinched the bridge of his nose, attempting to straighten the fractured bone and save himself a crooked nose. The effort only blinded him with more tears. Grinding his teeth from the pain, he turned blindly towards the sound of heavy footsteps as Tim passed with the clank of metal and stumbled after the sound to the rest of the group.<br><br>By that time, a loud bang and a dull crashing thud sounded as Tim managed to shove open the back door of a ramshackle deli only to land on the ground in an unseemly heap when the door suddenly gave way. The back door of the deli creaked noisily closed behind them with a tired groan as the ragtag group filed in, a sliver of light still trailing in from the alley. Thanks to Tim ramming the door open, it no longer closed entirely by itself, standing slightly crooked as it sagged down due to one of the hinges coming loose. As Natalie rooted blindly through the drawers, the cold steel handle of a hacksaw found its way into her grasp. Dropping it in her surprise, the jagged blade ripped through the soft flesh of the palm of her hand even as it clattered onto the ground. <br><br>The dim lighting that the dark alley had provided soon changed to nearly complete darkness broken only by the small blips from nearby electronic appliances. Green numbers showed 6:18 on a digital clock. The night was still young, yet outside the faint but constant wail of sirens sang out restlessly as the police cruised the streets. Occasionally, the crackling of a hand radio's static could be heard passing through the alleys. Breaking into the deli had been a close call. There was no doubt that the streets would be crawling with feds until morning. <br><br>A low buzzing hum from the refrigerators broke the short spans of relative silence among the group. One side of the deli was taken up with the usual expected shelves of chips and the like, followed by dark refrigerators with rows of assorted drinks lined up neatly behind the glass doors. Two small tables and sets of chairs made the small deli's standing space even more cramped. The other side was the darkened display case for the deli meats, cheeses, and other dishes. Behind the counter was a small kitchen and grill, a large steel door led to the freezers and it became evident that the deli was a butcher shop as well.<br><br>Bright light suddenly sliced through the darkness of the store as Sarah opened the refrigerator. Having left the fridge door wide open to provide enough light to make her sandwich, a small staircase at the side near the back door could just be made out. Upstairs, the group would find a small office, sparsely furnished. A worn cot, a small desk and chair, and an ancient computer were the only things in the room besides a single file cabinet in a corner of the room. A sliding door with frosted patterned glass near the back opened into a bathroom the size of a tiny closet, so small that it would be a tight squeeze for the men. Besides a toilet and sink, it seemed to double as a shower stall as a shower head and knobs were situated along the wall above the toilet. <br><br>On the cot, a large set of crinkled clothes -- a blood stained apron, a shirt stiff from sweat, and a pair of shorts -- and a musty towel had been thrown carelessly. They were the perfect fit for a large, heavyset man. The computer at the desk turned out to be an old desktop, so old it was practically an antique. Further investigation would show that several additions, such as a slot to read a micro SD memory chip, had been made to it so that it could perform the simplest of functions. While internet access was available, the connection was so slow it required the patience of a saint to wait for simply the home page to load completely. On the other hand, it seemed that simple programs such as reading files, worked just fine albeit slower than a more up-to-date computer. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Children of Yggdrasil - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>bubby</strong> on <strong>18-04-2012, 19:48:35</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/8a/Black-and-white-blonde-eyes-girl-hair-lips-Favim.com-66962_large.jpg)</div> <br>&nbsp;<strong>Name:</strong>Brazil King<br>&nbsp;<strong>Crime:</strong> Attempted Patricide<br>&nbsp;<strong>Location:</strong> Deli <br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagged:</strong>Entire Group<br><br><hr><br><br><br><br><br><br><br>Brazil was strolling around slowly, her eyes looking about everywhere, taking in information. She watched as Natalie cut herself on a hacksaw. She slid her eyes over Sarah and Phaedra slowly. Sarah seemed much like Natalie, not important. Phaedra... different story there. The woman held herself well.&nbsp; No wilting flower there. As Sarah opened the fridge, intent on eating, not a bad idea really, she noted a stairwell. Was that an exit? Most likely not.. unless there was a fire escape...<br><br>… then everyone started speaking, beginning with Tim. Slowly her head would roll to set her bright gaze upon him as he tossed his accusation out there. A few leisurely steps she would take in his direction, hands clasping behind her back as she met his eyes. She would smirk as he rolled his neck, doing much the same, she too cracking a few bones. She would stare hard at Tim even as Sarah mentioned not blaming anyone, and Drake asked who she was as well. Finally she would speak, turning from Tim to move towards Natalie again, smiling wide as she came quite close to the girl. <strong> “ I was on my way to the shrink group. I was supposed to be right where all you people were. They say I'm just a crazy as the lot of you. Good thing I was late it seems...”</strong> Grabbing the hacksaw she would toss it to the floor at Tim's feet before turning away from everyone again, headed to the bottom of the stairs. Staring up into the darkness, she would listen as everyone else spoke as well, Natalie spewing on about how she was a helper! She was a good girl! Oh poor little thing! Snort. Brazil did pause at the mention of hearing voices though, glancing over her leather clad shoulder, eyes narrowing. Tim had mentioned demons... Drake was handing out names and information, and she would stare at him momentarily before just shaking her head, and not responding.<br><br>...Then Phaedra was taking on a leader role, talking about sticking together. Though she hadn't even wanted to be stuck with these people in the first place, the woman was right, to a point. The sounds of the chase could be heard echoing through the alley, sirens, the crackle of radios. She caught note of the time and sighed a bit. It was going to be a long night. Grunting to herself she left the others to their own devices and made her way up the stairs to explore further.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Children of Yggdrasil - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Niferbelle</strong> on <strong>23-04-2012, 06:49:06</strong>
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				<div class="floatright"> (http://i627.photobucket.com/albums/tt357/Niferbelle/futureponytail-1.jpg)</div><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Phaedra Leitner</strong></span><br><strong>Age:</strong> 27<br><strong>Crime:</strong> Attempted murder<br><strong>Location:</strong> Alley<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Group 2<br><br>Phaedra was all motion, her first goal finding a box of condiment packets that was full and heavy enough to keep the door more or less closed. It wouldn't pass a close inspection but at least someone just casually passing by wouldn't see the door gapping open. Glancing around she noticed the stairs and crossed the room to run up them lightly and have a look. Finding the apartment was a stroke of luck and she took in every detail she could though her gaze rested longingly on the computer for a long moment. She felt a pang, a brief surge of her pulse until she realized the computer would be useless for what she wanted, and she found herself thinking too much about what was happening in the virtual world she'd come to think of as home. She frowned and shook it off, after all, wasn't she actually <em>living</em> now? Did she really need the distraction?<br><br>Whether she needed it or not, this piece of shit was the same as not having a computer at all. Her purpose regained, she was back down the stairs and regarding the oddball group. She noticed the hacksaw dropped at Tim's feet and wondered if he could handle it with his hands bound and also took in Natalie babying her hand a bit like she injured herself.<br><br>"Hey, there's an apartment upstairs. Not much up there but a dinosaur of a computer and some clothes, big enough for killer here though so at least we can get him out of the orange," she announced. She nodded at Natalie's hand. "There's a bathroom too, you can get that cleaned up. Killer, let somebody get your hands free then you can work on your own damn leg chains..."<br><br>She glanced at Natalie's hand in passing again, this time seeing a hint of blood, and Phaedra stood transfixed, her perfect white teeth biting slowly and deeply into her lip.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Children of Yggdrasil - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Remiel</strong> on <strong>25-04-2012, 01:26:39</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img819.imageshack.us/img819/3311/filmnoir3.jpg)</div><strong>Drake Holland</strong><br><strong>Age:</strong> 35<br><strong>Crime:</strong> Aggravated assault, torture, attempted murder<br><strong>Location:</strong> New New York, Public Library<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Natalie<br><hr>Drake winced as Natalie dropped the hacksaw and flinched in pain.&nbsp; In the light of the refrigerator that Sarah opened, he could see blood welling up on the palm of her hand.&nbsp; He fished in his pocket for a handkerchief--fortunately, it was clean--and pressed it into Natalie's good hand.&nbsp; "I'd wash that cut, if I were you," he advised her.&nbsp; The hacksaw blade didn't look rusty, but you never knew.&nbsp; The wound didn't look particularly egregious, but there was always the chance of infection.<br><br>He watched as the blonde woman--who he had either correctly or incorrectly labelled in his mind as the "motorcycle dyke"--ascended the stairs, followed by Phaedra.&nbsp; Between the blonde woman and Natalie, the two of them had confirmed his suspicions: that they should have also been part of the group that had met in the library, but had, for whatever reason, arrived late.&nbsp; It also explained the fire alarm.&nbsp; At the time, he had been glad that someone (Natalie, as it turned out) had raised it; but in retrospect, it had probably been a mistake.&nbsp; It had summoned the cops, who had immediately arrived on the scene with guns drawn.&nbsp; Drake had no idea what had happened to the other members of their group that hadn't escaped.&nbsp; Probably they had been tossed into the clink.&nbsp; Oh well.<br><br>"I'll go look for a first aid kit or some gauze or band-aids," he told Natalie.&nbsp; Suddenly, however, something she had said came into clear focus in his brain.&nbsp; He had heard her when she said it, but hadn't been paying attention, distracted as he was with Tim.&nbsp; Now, however, it seemed important.&nbsp; He whirled on her, staring into the young woman's face.&nbsp; "Wait--did you say that you heard voices? In your head?"<br><br>As if right on cue, the voices in Drake's own head started talking. As usual, they gave conflicting advice: one trying to fan the flames of suspicion and paranoia, the other reassuring and encouraging.&nbsp; He grimaced, touching his temple, trying to shut them out.<br><br>Once they were quiet again, he returned his attention to Natalie.&nbsp; "What kind of voices do you hear?&nbsp; How many?&nbsp; Does one sound gravelly, deep and rough, like a man who smokes cigars?" He studied her reaction intently, intensely.&nbsp; He had always been afraid that he was going insane, that the voices were a symptom of his mental health unravelling.&nbsp; But if the others could hear them as well, then that meant that something else was going on, something with far more sinister implications.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Children of Yggdrasil - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WendySlaveGirl</strong> on <strong>25-04-2012, 05:29:18</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatleft">(http://imagecache6.allposters.com/LRG/37/3749/PCCZF00Z.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Sarah Black<br><strong>Age:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;20<br><strong>Crime:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Burning down an art gallery<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Deli<br><strong>Tagging: Phaedra,Tim, Brazil, Natalie others in group 2</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;-<br><hr><br>Sarah had been about to go upstairs but she paused. She'd heard Natalie too but she'd been distracted at the time and she gasped when she heard Drake ask Natalie about the voices. She paused as she heard her own voices and crossed her arms over herself as she walked closer to Drake and Natalie. "One says nice things and to trust people. The other is suspicious and tries to get me to do bad things..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Children of Yggdrasil - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Loves</strong> on <strong>29-04-2012, 06:54:24</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://cdn1.gossipcenter.com/sites/default/files/imagecache/story_header/photos/natalie-portman-topless-ad-dior.jpg)</div> <br><strong>Name:</strong> <span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Natalie Brewster</span><br><strong>Age:</strong> 19<br><strong>Crime:</strong>&nbsp; acquitted of first degree murder by&nbsp; reason of insanity<br><strong>Location:</strong> Inside the Deli<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Brazil, Phaedra, Drake, Sarah<br><br><br><hr><br>Natalie seemed to shrink back as Brazil moved closer. The blonde seemed to take great delight in announcing her status as a crazy person, though Natalie had her doubts. There was something about the blonde, perhaps it was her strength or her confidence. Whatever it was, it gave Natalie cause to believe that the woman before her was more in control of her mind than the average Joe on the street.&nbsp; <br><br>Still cradling her hand Natalie had yet to register the blood that had grown from a dribble and was now steadily trickling from the open wound. It trailed its crimson zigzag path along her flawless skin, across her palm, and down her forearm to pool at her elbow, forming tiny teardrops of blood. Honey brown eyes marking Natalie’s surprise met those belonging to Phaedra as she suggested making use of the bathroom to clean a wound. Looking down at her hand, Natalie was somewhat shocked to see the blood staining her arm <strong>”I’m bleeding?”</strong> she questioned softly, her voice showing surprise while she stated the obvious.<br><br>Her attention was stolen from the cut when Drake moved closer, pressing his handkerchief into Natalie’s palm, encouraging her to clean the cut much as Phaedra had done. Offering him a grateful smile, Natalie covered the soft cloth with her uninjured hand and pressed down at the open wound to try and stop the bleeding.&nbsp; She watched, hypnotised as the white cotton was soon painted with the crimson flow of the blood. Growing paler by the second, Natalie wavered on her feet as flashes assaulted her mind, replaying the day of the incident. She hadn’t remembered how the blood had gotten on her hands that day either. Nervously she looked around, terrified there might be another badly beaten body lying by her feet. <br><br>It was only Drakes curiosity over the voices that Natalie had confessed to hearing that had the young dancer focusing on the situation at hand. Nodding her head she agreed with his assessment. Her pretty brown eyes clouded over with confusion as she began to wonder how Drake knew of the conflicting influences that freely messed with her sanity on a regular basis. <strong>”How did you?”</strong> she asked with a tone in her voice that showed more backbone than she had done previously. Turning towards Sarah as she too confessed to hearing similar voices Natalie’s eyes grew in astonishment. <strong>”You hear them to?”</strong> she gasped, speaking in a broken whisper, her voice cracking under the stress of the past few hours.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Children of Yggdrasil - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Michael Corvus</strong> on <strong>30-04-2012, 09:12:07</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1191.photobucket.com/albums/z466/Corvus269/Characters/TimThomasHead.jpg)</div><strong><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 16pt;" class="bbc_size"> Tim Thomas</span></span></strong><br><br><strong>Age:</strong> 37<br><br><strong>Crime:</strong> Killed 13 and injured 7 in a grocery store shooting spree<br><br><strong>Location:</strong> Inside the Deli.<br><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Group 2<br><br><hr><br>Tim's eyes found Natalie and the hacksaw she had dropped to the floor, illuminated by the light that was into the room by the open refrigerator door. Quickly making his way towards the frightened young woman, Tim was intent on getting his hands on that hacksaw and no one was going to get in his way. <strong>"Gimme that,"</strong> he said sternly as he reached down to pick it up. Without hesitation, Tim set to work hacking through the chains that bound his feet, cutting them close to one ankle until the blade sliced through, then he set about cutting the chains close to the other ankle. With his feet free and clear to run, he felt a lot better about his chances, though he still had to get his hands free. As he set the blade to the chains around his left wrist, he listened as Brazil and then Natalie explained their stories. The sawing came to a stop when Natalie mentioned voices and he looked up at her in stunned silence, not giving voice to the question that echoed in his mind. And then, as if they had heard the comment and wished to chime, the voices in his head began to speak again, bringing his focus back to Brazil with narrowing eyes as she disappeared up the stairs. <strong>"Someone may want to keep an eye on her. I don't trust any of you as far as I can throw you and I don't think it's a good idea to let anyone out of our sight right now... not until we're in the clear."</strong><br><br>Drake and Sarah seemed just as stunned as he had at Natalie's mention of hearing voices, but when Sarah said she heard them as well and then Drake described one, Tim's head turned suddenly towards Drake with a wide eyed expression. <strong>"Fuck me,"</strong> he whispered in mid stroke of saw the chains from his wrists. <strong>"No fucking way,"</strong> he said louder this time, walking freely over to Drake and Natalie. His dark brown eyes darted guardedly between the two, finally focusing on Drake as he described the voice. <strong>"You... you hear God too?"</strong> Just then, Sarah began describing the second voice, the new voice he'd started hearing recently. The second voice only confused him, for two reasons; the first reason being that it seemed to always contradict the first voice, but the other reason was the one Tim was really having trouble with. The second voice seemed more like how he would think God to be, calm, trusting, forgiving. He snarled in frustration because it brought into question if he had really heard from God or not, and if he hadn't... all of those people that he killed, were they really demons?<br><br>Tim glared at Sarah for a moment before his eyes drifted off into space as he considered the meaning of all this and the possible implications it held for him. Suddenly, his stern, hard expression cracked, giving way to a glimpse of horror at the realization that perhaps he actually had done those monstrous things they said he had done. His respiration increased as visions of those he'd shot and killed in the grocery store flashed in his mind, and he backed away from the group, backing himself against the far wall as the whole scene played out in his mind. <strong>"Oh God,"</strong> he muttered softly as the hacksaw fell from his hand, clattering on the floor as Phaedra came down from the apartment, announcing it's contents to the group, though her words were lost to Tim. <strong>"Oh God..."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Children of Yggdrasil - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Moon Hound Hati</strong> on <strong>30-04-2012, 20:53:35</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img818.imageshack.us/img818/2395/samatclashofthetitanslo.jpg)</div><br><br><strong>Name:</strong> <span style="font-size: 16pt;" class="bbc_size">Sam Washington</span><br><strong>Age:</strong> 28<br><strong>Crime:</strong> Beat his senior officer to death with a heavy duty stapler from the L.A.P.D.'s copy room while singing the national anthem.<br><strong>Location:</strong> Prison Cell<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Group 1<br><br><br><hr><br><br>The wound was beginning to itch. Unfortunately, as he moved around impatiently, the blood drenched cloth of his bright orange jumpsuit kept grazing against it. It caused the annoying stinging sensation to continue endlessly, adding to his already irritated state. Sam wished they'd at least given him some paper towels to keep the blood from staining his clothes further, but he wasn't willing to test the NYPD's patience right now; not with his record, at least. Taking a deep breath, he attempted to calm himself, his thoughts too scattered and chaotic.<br><br>A voice derailed his train of thought. It was a shaky, female voice. Turning his head, his eyes focused themselves on a middle aged woman. She probably looked the most out of place here, among the captives stuffed in a too small cell. The questions she asked weren't exactly ones he felt like answering. Or rather, he wondered what her angle was. Those weren't the sort of things you'd just ask without any sort of motive or without trying to imply something. Taking a deep breath, he responded slowly, giving the woman a steely gaze in the process. <strong>"Sam Washington. I was supposed to attend the therapy group session, but I ran late... By the time I arrived, the building already had smoke spilling out of it,"</strong> he told her, stopping briefly halfway to gasp lightly, feeling the wound sting again.<br><br><strong>"And you are?"</strong> he asked in return. Before he got an answer though, a guard tossed them some old bread and a snide remark. This place certainly wasn't scoring high on his list when it came to hospitality, that much was sure. Right now Sam wasn't really feeling hungry, with death looming as near as it was. The thought of the chair was truly terrifying him. How could he have messed up so much? Where did it go wrong, he wondered. Turning to the glass wall, he stared at the faint reflection of himself. <br><br><em>"Fuck. It's her fault that you're stuck here. Jesus, fucking, Christ. Time in jail hasn't taught you a mother-fucking-thing. How the fuck did you end up in jail? By harping on some bitch you don't even know and following her around. Now the cops think you did this. Fucking fantastic. The only way to get out of here is with your ass frying in the chair."</em> The voice inside his head had appeared out of nowhere, without warning, leaving Sam to blink in confusion as his mind to slowly process the words. It was blaming Natalie for his current situation. What absolute tripe. How was this the fault of a young girl? Had it not been Sam himself who knocked down his guards, stole the keys to undo the cuffs and dash inside in an attempt to be a big damn hero? His first partner during his time on force, an older, more experienced LA cop, had told Sam many times he had a "saving people thing" and, while admirable, might some day become his undoing. Guess the man was right then, wasn't he?<br><br>A new voice appeared. It was a familiar, but certainly not welcome, voice of a male, a smoker by the sound of it. <em>"Don't worry, it's fine. You'll get out of here soon enough, they'll let you go before you know it. They have to. You didn't do anything wrong, and they've got nothing to prove you guilty."</em> The voice cracked near the end, and with it the entire facade fell apart as it broke into raucous laughter. <em>"HAH! As if! You're fucking screwed is what you are. Good job taking one step closer to the grave."</em><br><br>The taunt was followed by a second voice, which attempted to dispute the smoker's words. <em>"Don't listen to him."</em> The female snapped, <em>"They will let you out, because they don't have anything to prove you guilty. Anything could've set that place on fire. Anything. And the doctor's death was purely accidental, they can't blame that on you. Just be patient. As the old saying goes, patience is a virtue."</em> Her argument sounded weak and feeble next to the smoker's.<br><br>Sam shook his head furiously, trying to shake off the voices as if they were bugs in his hair. He knew it wouldn't help cure his insanity, but at least it helped him distract himself from their annoying presence as a light headache began to settle in. His reflection was beginning to look worse for wear, skin looking a tad pale and little red tears having formed in the white of his eyeballs. He really needed some sleep, but the voices, pain, and fear of his impending doom wouldn't allow him to rest.<br><br>The celldoor was yanked open and a group of police officers entered the cell. Helplessly Sam watched as one of the women <del>&nbsp; &nbsp;</del> a younger woman, not the middle aged one who had approached him a few minutes ago <del>&nbsp; &nbsp;</del> was grabbed and hauled off. All his instincts told him to act, step forward and tell them they should leave the girl alone, to not harm her. However, his mind protested, preventing his body from doing more than stand there with tightly formed fists which shook with anger and annoyance. "I'm in deep enough shit already," his mind argued. If Sam wanted to avoid the chair he'd have to act like a very, VERY good boy now. Just shut up and look the other way. Be a goddamn coward...
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Children of Yggdrasil - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DudelRok</strong> on <strong>02-05-2012, 01:20:15</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> <span style="font-size: 16pt;" class="bbc_size">William</span><br><strong>Age:</strong> 17<br><strong>Crime:</strong> Wrong Place, Wrong Time<br><strong>Location:</strong> Prison Cell Opposite Group 1<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Group 1<br><br><hr><br>Outside the plastic of that one particular cell, soon after the woman with white hair is dragged off to God-knows-where, the shout of a boy,“This isn’t fair!” sixteen or seventeen at the sound of him, is heard down the hallway. Shuffling and clear sighs of protest echo off the empty walls. “I didn’t fucking do anything!” Clearly unhappy about the situation he finds himself in. “Get off me!” Dragged by the collar of his dingy gray sweatshirt by a fairly large police officer. A large police officer, with very little manners or grace, who jerks the child about as if the kid little more than a talking doll.<br><br>Moving past that odd-group behind their clear cell wall, the young man seems rather out of place. Sweatshirt actually a hoody, stained with splotches of bright orange, a similar tint upon his fingers and dirty nails. Jeans that were worn and slightly frayed fitting firmly to his waist looked like they’d not been washed in months. Shoes with their laces missing, once a great pair of sneakers now covered in stray marks of paint. Yellow and green shining through quit loudly, but there is that matching orange to go with the rest of this good-fellow’s outfit. “This is fucking retarded! I was just painting! That’s not worth a night in fucking jail!”<br><br>“You were caught helping known felons escape the scene of a crime.”<br><br>“I don’t even know what that means!”<br><br>“Some time in here might help you figure that out, William.”<br><br>Bared metal door, bars large and lacking space to fit much more than an arm or leg through, opposite those who were otherwise present. A loud buzz, then a click, the cell door pops open and the street-painter is quickly tossed onto the cold concrete within. The officer closes the cell, signals to someone up near the hallway door and leaves after it’s clear that the kid wont be getting out too soon. Scrambling to his feet, the one within the cell quickly gets up and goes to the bars that closed behind him moments ago. Shaking cage walls violently and cursing aloud. “This is bullshit! I want a lawyer! I didn’t do shit! You fucking pigs just picking on me!”<br><br>It takes a little while of this before the new cell-block member even realizes there are other people around him. Of course, seeing them behind that high-tech cell, one of those that had been broadcasted on the News-Feeds for months, it wasn’t difficult to figure out who was in there. “Ah! What the fuck? You’re right here! You are right fucking here!" Arms gesturing, pointing and waving around almost as if suffering madness. "How could I help you fucking escape if you’re right fucking here!?” Turning to yell down the hall. “Fucking police fucking brutality is what it is!” Straining, William’s face turns red as each word seems covered in spit with the amount of saliva that is forced out in his rage. “It’s a real thing, you fuckers!”<br><br>Spent, leaning head against cold metal, William groans and mumbles to himself. The words are quite and difficult to hear, especially for those across the hall. However, something can be made out. At the very end of a brooding self-monologue, three words ring quite clear. “I’m screwed, man."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Children of Yggdrasil - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>02-05-2012, 20:05:51</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lpwmwptLVI1qd48zvo1_500.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> <strong>Kenzie Autumn</strong><br><strong>Age:</strong> 22<br><strong>Location:</strong> Prison Cell<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Group 1<br><hr><br>Alice's words, though very much close and something like comforting. Even when Alice took her hand, Kenzie was very much not in the room with them. Or rather, she was inside her own head. Her free hand moved up, stroking her temple, as she sort of gently rocked back and forth. The voices never seemed to stop. Contradicting each other, talking about the others, talking about her. She had no idea what to do. She couldn't think with all the talking in her head, and she was trying to repeat a mantra to herself. <br><br>'I'm not going crazy,' she thought, 'not going crazy.' She wasn't entirely sure if she was lying to herself, but her commitment to honesty hadn't really required her to think much about self-deception. She thought it better, for the moment to stay quiet, try to avoid the voices, try to banish them, and hopefully regain some internal peace and quiet. Dealing with her present situation seemed impossible anyway.<br><br>Kenzie looked up again only when the door opened, and the officers came for Winter. Kenzie had no idea what that meant. She looked around, looking out into the hall through the clear cell door to where a young man was being brought in. She had no words for him. She had no seen him before. Who was he, and why was he being put in there? The answers seemed to come as quickly as the question. For helping them? He hadn't been there, and he certainly hadn't been helping. So, what was his connection? A plant maybe? This thought occurred to her first. Put a snitch in with the real criminals to get information out of them. Again, staying quiet seemed like the prudent course of action, though he seemed a bit young to be put to work trying to get information from them, Kenzie wasn't about to take chances.<br><br>She watched the young man nonetheless, more concerned with him than the injured man in the orange jumpsuit. She was taking it upon herself to ignore even the most reasonable suggestions that the voices provided. 'Come to your own conclusions' she told herself.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Children of Yggdrasil - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>bubby</strong> on <strong>03-05-2012, 21:20:31</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/8a/Black-and-white-blonde-eyes-girl-hair-lips-Favim.com-66962_large.jpg) </div> <br>&nbsp;<strong>Name:</strong> Brazil<br>&nbsp;<strong>Crime:</strong> Attempted patricide<br>&nbsp;<strong>Location</strong> Deli<br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagged:</strong> Group 1<br><br><br><hr><br>Phaedra had made her way passed Brazil in the stairwell, apparently quite eager to see what was upstairs, even more so then she. A brow would loft as she shifted closer to the wall, allowing Phaedra to go up. Brazil paused within the stairwell to continue to listen to the conversations going on down below. They were all speaking about voices. Her lead would lower, hands shoving deep within the pockets of her leather jacket as she closed her eyes, listening to everything. Phaedra rustling around upstairs, and those gathered below talking. <br><br>Voices. She had heard them too. They had warned her about her father. Sick fuck. She'd had too! The voices had <em>told</em> her what he was going to do to her! Her hands would clench to fists within her pockets, and she would whip her head up as Phaedra made her way back down the stairs to the group below, blue eyes narrowing and staring at the back of the woman. Tim was speaking on watching out for her, and she would snort softly to herself. Gathering her composure and cool demeanor about her like armor once again, Brazil made her way up the stairs and into the room, gazing about. While everyone was making friends downstairs, she went into the small bathroom, turning on the water to splash her face. Sighing softly, running wet hands back through white tresses, she would turn her attention to the computer. She had noted the file cabinet, but bypassed it to plop wearily into the chair, staring at the ancient electronics, eying the added memory chip port. She wondered what the point of having such an old piece of technology would serve. Especially a deli owner.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Children of Yggdrasil - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Miss Lilly</strong> on <strong>04-05-2012, 08:58:00</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.youknowyoulovefashion.com/storage/gossipgirl/season4/0404/0404blair2.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>Alice Beaumont</strong><br><strong>Age:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;35<br><strong>Crime:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Stabbing her husband 47 times<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Inside a high tech cell, comtemplating life.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Group 1<br><hr><br>Alice opened her mouth to introduce herself to Sam, but before she could say her name, a guard threw them some bread and water along with a snide remark or two.&nbsp; She watched as the bottles of water rolled out of the bag, one coming to rest near her feet.&nbsp; Not willing to risk that the contents hadn't been tampered with in some way, she didn't retrieve the wayward bottle, despite the fact that she was beginning to develop a thirst.&nbsp; And besides, without something to wash down with the water, what was the point?&nbsp; The semi-constant fog was starting to lift, and Alice found that she didn't like it. Not one little bit.<br><br>Again, she tried to tell Sam her name, but this time she was interupted by the conflicting voices in her head.&nbsp; Alice closed her eyes and rubbed her temples in an attempt to banish them, but to no avail.&nbsp; The two argued as they always did, the result being a familiar dull ache behind her eyes.&nbsp; Alice was tired of trying to sort them out, of trying to decide which one to follow.&nbsp; For now, it didn't matter who she listened to. It seemed her destiny was not her own, and the authorities would do whatever they liked with her.&nbsp; A single tear slid down her cheek as she thought of her son. Would she ever see him again?&nbsp; She could feel her hands trembling as they held on to the younger women.&nbsp; If only she had her bag...<br><br>Suddenly, the door opened, and a hard faced officer grasped Winter roughly by the arm, dragging her off the cot and towards the opening in the glass wall.&nbsp; Alice grabbed for her, but was too slow, and before she had time to react further, the door slid shut behind them, and the girl she'd promised herself she'd protect was marched down the corridor and out of sight.<br><br>"No!&nbsp; Winter!!" Alice protested feebly, her voice panicked.&nbsp; She pressed her face to the glass of the cell, trying to see where they were taking the troubled young woman.&nbsp; Winter was putting up a good fight, but was no match for the officers that had her in their grip.&nbsp; Alice watched as she disappeared, a sinking feeling filling her chest.&nbsp; <br><br>She turned and trudged back to the cot.&nbsp; First her son, and now Winter.&nbsp; It seemed that anyone Alice came to care about was taken from her, suddenly and violently.&nbsp; Was she being cursed for what she did to her husband?&nbsp; Despite the fact that the man had subjected her to years of secret abuse?&nbsp; The distraught woman was so caught up in her own thoughts, that she didn't even notice the arrival of the youth across the hall.&nbsp; She sank down next to Kenzie, her head hung low, completely devoid of fight.&nbsp; Perhaps she should confess to torching the library.&nbsp; Surely they'd sentence her to death. And with death would come peace.<br><br>Unless the Voices waited on the other side..... <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Children of Yggdrasil - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Niferbelle</strong> on <strong>09-05-2012, 03:33:55</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"> (http://i627.photobucket.com/albums/tt357/Niferbelle/futureponytail-1.jpg)</div><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Phaedra Leitner</strong></span><br><strong>Age:</strong> 27<br><strong>Crime:</strong> Attempted murder<br><strong>Location:</strong> Alley<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Group 2<br><br>It took some time for Phaedra to tear her eyes away from the spectacle of Natalie's blood but when she realized they'd been talking about hearing voices it was enough to snap her out of it. She wasn't willing yet to admit she too heard them too but she found it very telling she wasn't alone.<br><br>But what was up with Killer? He looked like he'd seen a ghost, maybe a lot of 'em, maybe about as many as there had been laying dead in that supermarket. That was the problem with following authority...<em>any</em> authority. As soon as you relied on somebody or something else to tell you what was right or wrong, you were on the way to being mindfucked. She felt impatient again, as if all this talk was just going to be counterproductive. <br><br>"Folks, if you want to be chatty, I suggest we take it upstairs," she said and strode over to where Tim had plastered himself back up against the wall to pick up the hacksaw. "You gotta snap out of it, big guy. I'll help you get these chains off but you need to get a grip. Can you get up the stairs or do we need to get the chains off first?"&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Children of Yggdrasil - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WendySlaveGirl</strong> on <strong>09-05-2012, 07:03:34</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://imagecache6.allposters.com/LRG/37/3749/PCCZF00Z.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Sarah Black<br><strong>Age:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;20<br><strong>Crime:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Burning down an art gallery<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Deli<br><strong>Tagging: Phaedra,Tim, Brazil, Natalie others in group 2</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;-<br><hr><br>Tim's glare scared the hell out of Sarah and she slowly backed away. Luckily he seemed to quickly get wrapped up in his own little monologue calling on God. Sarah tried to keep the smirk off of her face as she was pretty sure that if there was a God he wasn't on their side. She slowly crept upstairs, afraid to draw the attention of the big crazy man and found a quite place to sit down. She stared off into space as she thought about things. She rummaged around the office and grabbed a pen and paper then began making a list of things that she needed answers to.<br><br>1) Why do at least some (probably all) of us hear 2 voices?<br>2) Do the voices tell each of us the same things?<br>3) <span class="bbc_u">What do the voices want?</span><br><br>She underlined number 3 as it felt really, really important.<br><br>4) Can they control us? Is any of this our fault?<br>5) Who set fire to the library?<br>6) Why is it only us that hear the voices?<br><br>She stared at her list, nibbling on the end of the pen as she did, her mind racing with the implications...
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Children of Yggdrasil - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Remiel</strong> on <strong>09-05-2012, 08:55:44</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img819.imageshack.us/img819/3311/filmnoir3.jpg)</div><strong>Drake Holland</strong><br><strong>Age:</strong> 35<br><strong>Crime:</strong> Aggravated assault, torture, attempted murder<br><strong>Location:</strong> New New York, Public Library<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Group 2<br><hr>Drake stomach dropped as each person in turn--first Sarah, then Natalie, then Tim--admitted to likewise hearing voices in their heads.&nbsp; Phaedra was playing it cool, but her lack of surprise gave him a suspicion that she, too, was afflicted by them as well.&nbsp; &nbsp;Either that, or she was in on the whole thing.&nbsp; Was Phaedra in league with the shrink?&nbsp; &nbsp;Drake gave her a cool look, studying her carefully.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>On the one hand, it was something of a relief to find out that he wasn't going insane.&nbsp; Check that: rather, it was something of a relief to find out that he <em>wasn't the only one</em> who was going insane.&nbsp; It meant that whatever sickness he had was not his own, but that it was being forced upon him by an external agent.&nbsp; <br><br>On the other, however, it meant that someone, somewhere, was doing this to him.&nbsp; &nbsp;He felt the hairs rise on the back of his neck, and he felt overwhelmed by a sudden wave of nausea.&nbsp; &nbsp;He glanced at Tim, and actually felt a pang of sympathy for the big guy.&nbsp; As ignorant and self-deluded as he was, it was easy to see why the man would misinterpret the voices as commands from God.&nbsp; Who would fuck with a man's mind like that?&nbsp; And why?<br><br>Drake found himself growing very angry.&nbsp; He&nbsp; found himself urgently craving a smoke, and shoved his hand into his coat pocket for his pack of cigs.&nbsp; When it touched something hard and plastic he forgot, for a moment, what it was.<br><br>The shrink's tablet.&nbsp; Drake had salvaged it from the trash after Sarah had set it on fire.&nbsp; Suddenly, he found himself very much wanting to know what secrets it held.&nbsp; &nbsp;"I've got to get home," he muttered to himself, turning to the doorway by which they had all entered.&nbsp; <br><br>Just as he did so, however, he heard the crackle of a police walkie-talkie in the alley outside, the dispatcher's voice relaying information on it.&nbsp; "Shit," he swore.&nbsp; Getting caught by the fuzz seemed now less attractive than ever.&nbsp; Glancing at Tim and Natalie, Drake indicated, with his eyes, the staircase.&nbsp; &nbsp; Perhaps if they were lucky,&nbsp; the cops wouldn't notice the big gaping hole in the back of the store.<br><br>Quickly ascending the staircase, he found the blond woman who had yet to give her name in the studio office above, inspecting what appeared to be an obsolete computer.&nbsp; It looked like someone could barely use it to access the Internet, and little else--if they were lucky.&nbsp; Still, at least it seemed to have a micromemory stick drive, the perfect peripheral for accessing the data from a tablet PC.&nbsp; Drake flipped it over, and scratched at the casing with his nails until he was able to open the back cover.&nbsp; The memory stick was miraculously intact.&nbsp; He pried it from the tablet,&nbsp; put it in the card reader, and turned on the PC.&nbsp; Impatiently, he watched as green walls of BIOS text ground past him.&nbsp; At last, the system's OS initialized, a little indicator on the bottom of the screen indicating that he tablet's memory card was recognized.&nbsp; Flushed, his heartbeat pounding in his ears, he double-clicked on the little icon.<br><br>And was promptly greeted with a password entry screen.<br><br>"Shit," he swore again.&nbsp; "It's encrypted."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Children of Yggdrasil - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Loves</strong> on <strong>11-05-2012, 16:51:20</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://cdn1.gossipcenter.com/sites/default/files/imagecache/story_header/photos/natalie-portman-topless-ad-dior.jpg)</div> <br><strong>Name:</strong> <span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Natalie Brewster</span><br><strong>Age:</strong> 19<br><strong>Crime:</strong>&nbsp; acquitted of first degree murder by&nbsp; reason of insanity<br><strong>Location:</strong> Inside the Deli,&nbsp; bathroom, second floor<br><strong>Tagged:</strong>&nbsp; Group 2<br><br><br><hr><br>Natalie’s eyes filled with confusion as she watched Tim back away. He seemed to go from scary and intimidating to a man lost in his own personal hell. Her heart broke at the sight, willing her to go to him and aid in his comfort. However her mind refused to obey. Frozen once again with indecision, she pressed firmly onto the open wound on her hand and winced from the pain that shot through her arm, reminding her she had her own issues to deal with.&nbsp; <br><br>She noticed Drake’s silent signal for her, along with the others, to move from the deli kitchen to the upstairs. She didn’t know how much better it would be to hide on the second level than it was to stay on the first, but she moved towards the stairs regardless.&nbsp; Her intentions were to find the bathroom and take care of the cut on her hand as best as she could. Only after would she force herself to think of her next move. <br><br>Whether she stayed with the group or headed out on her own, Natalie knew without a doubt that staying hidden in the deli with a busted door while the police combed the immediate area was just as much of a gamble as heading into the darkness alone. Gracefully, she climbed the staircase leading up to the darkened hallway, lost in her own thoughts. She couldn't help but wish Sam was with her. She hoped, wherever he was, that he was safe. <br><br>Without a word she moved straight for the bathroom, flicking on the light in order to look through the cupboards, collecting items to aid in treating her wound. Turning on the water she placed her shaking hand under the stream, biting down on her lip and wincing at the stinging sensation that bit at her nerves and torn skin. Silently she cleaned her wound, adding a cream she found to help prevent infection before applying a large Band-Aid and wrapping her palm with a white soft sterile cloth.&nbsp; <br><br>Looking up into the mirror Natalie paused in her ministrations. The reflection that looked back at her was startling. Gone was the peaches and cream complexion that had been the back drop to striking features such as warm, honey golden brown eyes and a gentle smile. In its place was a white, pale version of herself, marked with dirt and tears and...blood.&nbsp; Her once warm and caring eyes now showed an innocence and vulnerability that stirred her insecurities.&nbsp; She found&nbsp; herself longing for the mental ward that had kept her safe and hidden away for months. <strong>"I never should have left my room"</strong> she mumbled softly. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Children of Yggdrasil - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DudelRok</strong> on <strong>11-05-2012, 17:22:05</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> <span style="font-size: 16pt;" class="bbc_size">William</span><br><strong>Age:</strong> 17<br><strong>Crime:</strong> Wrong Place, Wrong Time<br><strong>Location:</strong> Prison Cell Opposite Group 1<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Group 1<br><br><hr><br>Muttering and pacing in that cell. Trying to figure things out. Trying to add it all together. How was William going to get out of this? How'd he get in it? Not like the guy was breaking any laws. Well, nothing bad enough to be tossed alongside <em>those people.</em> They didn't look like crazy murdering psychopaths, though. Hell, one of them looked like his mom. Acted like a mom, too. Protective. That <em>Winter chick</em> didn't look like the older woman but, hey, there really wasn't any telling.<br><br>"Your kids gone." William spoke up after it had grown silent. "I heard them say they're taking you guys somewhere. Some kind of facility." Sighing. "Threatened me with it, too. Some place where they cut you up when you're still alive." The kid spoke like he was speaking the truth. Tone was flat and serious. If this was a lie, it was being repeated as fact. "We're basically in the same spot, now, if those police bastards have their way." Some grumbling under his breath, curses. "So I guess we should at least know each other's names." Reaching out of the bars to shake his hand with the air. "I'm William. Friends call me Will. <span class="bbc_u">No one</span> calls me Willy."<br><br>"They caught me painting a wall with my tag. Dragged my ass in here saying I'd helped some murders escape. I remember some people running past me but I hardly call that fucking <em>helping</em> anyone." Next was a curious question, "One of y'all set the fire?" Eyes glancing at Sam. "I see orange, here, has been in the system before." Head then gesturing in Kenzie's direction. "You got a punk look. Any number of reasons you're here. My bro got picked up last week just for <em>looking suspicious.</em>" Pointing to Alice suddenly, her state in things the most confusing. "Soccer mom I don't get, though. That's weird."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Children of Yggdrasil - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Michael Corvus</strong> on <strong>15-05-2012, 04:22:55</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1191.photobucket.com/albums/z466/Corvus269/Characters/TimThomasHead.jpg)</div><strong><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 16pt;" class="bbc_size"> Tim Thomas</span></span></strong><br><br><strong>Age:</strong> 37<br><br><strong>Crime:</strong> Killed 13 and injured 7 in a grocery store shooting spree<br><br><strong>Location:</strong> Inside the Deli - First floor<br><br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Natalie, Drake, Phaedra<br><br><hr><br>Tim was lost in thought as the gruesome scene replayed in his mind, reshaping the memory of <em>"god's work"</em> into pure carnage. Tim's eyes welled up with tears of horror and guilt as he saw each face as clearly as the day he had struck them down, snuffing out their lives with a simple squeeze of a trigger. Though his face was an undecipherable visage of stoicism, his eyes unmistakably declared his anguish and sudden self-loathing. Images of his ex-fiance and his young daughter flashed through his mind and he wondered how many wives and daughters, sisters and brothers, mothers and fathers he'd slain that day. How many people would never see their loved ones again because of him? How many poor souls had he truly shattered in his foolish endeavor to purge demons from this earth? <em><strong>I</strong> am the demon,</em> he thought as he closed his eyes, unleashing a string of remorseful tears that streaked down his cheek in silence. <strong>"I should be destroyed."</strong><br><br>His eyes found Natalie's, recognizing a glimmer of sympathy and... perhaps understanding. <strong>"How could this have happened? How could I be so easily fooled? How could I do such an unspeakably evil thing and then so trustingly believe I'm the hand of God? I was a good man, honest and faithful. I ..."</strong> His voice was a desperate plea, as if hoping she could give him the answer to his questions, but he knew there were no answers to quell his torment. His shoulders slumped as he lowered his head with a heavy sigh. <strong>"There is no God. There is no heaven... but there is a hell, and a special place is reserved there for me. I deserve it."</strong> He didn't bother trying to lower his voice as he admonished himself; he could think of nothing but those innocent people he'd slain. He deserved any punishment they deemed fit to administer. <br><br>Glancing up to Phaedra, his expression was anything but scary; confused, ashamed, desperate, lost maybe, but certainly not scary. He blinked a few times in response to her question about his chains before he glanced down to his ankles. <strong>"I... I can't... I... no... no, you should leave me in these chains. I deserve to be chained up and locked away. You're not safe around me. I'm... something's wrong with me."</strong><br><br>As if on cue, he heard the crackle of police radios and he tensed at first, catching Drake's subtle gesture as he indicated the stairs. Natalie moved quietly followed by Drake, but Tim stood still, shaking his head just as the others disappeared up the stairs, all save for Phaedra. <strong>"No... I deserve whatever they do to me. I can't put anyone else in jeopardy. I never meant to hurt anyone."</strong> Tim was really starting to crack under the pressure of the realization that he'd murdered thirteen innocent people. Determined to put an end to the continued injustice of his existence, he turned from the stairs to face the door they'd came in through. He was no longer the same Tim everyone had met when this whole debacle had begun. <strong>"I've gotta do the right thing and turn myself in."</strong>&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Children of Yggdrasil - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Moon Hound Hati</strong> on <strong>18-05-2012, 01:04:15</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img818.imageshack.us/img818/2395/samatclashofthetitanslo.jpg)</div><br><br><strong>Name:</strong> <span style="font-size: 16pt;" class="bbc_size">Sam Washington</span><br><strong>Age:</strong> 28<br><strong>Crime:</strong> Beat his senior officer to death with a heavy duty stapler from the L.A.P.D.'s copy room while singing the national anthem.<br><strong>Location:</strong> Prison Cell<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Group 1<br><br><br><hr><br>Oh God... Seriously?<br><br><strong>"Look, <em>kid</em>,"</strong> Sam began as he pushed himself away from the glass wall, turning to face the young would-be detective. Lightly he folded his toned arms over his chest, attempting to ignore the damn stinging he was feeling emitting from the flesh wound on his thigh. It was still hurting like a bitch. Because of that he wasn't really in the mood to let this young man's behavior slide. <strong>"It's not a good idea to talk so bluntly about someone who's wearing an orange jumpsuit like mine and is within hearing range. If they're not cuffed or has a set of cold steel bars separating you from them, well... Let's just say, were I a lesser sort of man, like the ones I used to put away, you'd already be spitting out your own teeth. That's not a threat; that's just how things work with criminals and psychopaths. But then again, I doubt you'd be having such a big lip if you were in this cell and not in that one."</strong><br><br>Moving along the plastic wall, he stopped when he stood pretty much opposite of William, peering down at the young man with his blue eyes from across the hallway that separated the cells. Normally Sam was more relaxed and friendly towards most others, but the combination of constant pain and thoughts of the chair weren't really too good for his mood. Continuing, he said, <strong>"And right now, you're as much a suspect as the rest of us when it comes to lighting the fire. You claim you were just committing a minor offence, but maybe you're just talking out of your ass. Pointing fingers at just about everyone else is a common tactic to try and make yourself look less suspicious. So, who knows, maybe you're the one who started all of this."</strong><br><br>A silence fell. Sam glared down at the young man for a long moment before shrugging lightly and walking back to the his previous spot along the transparent wall of their small prison cell, peering aimlessly down the hallway on other side, trying to see what the guard on duty looked like, though he had no idea why he was bothering with that. It was becoming eerily tempting to bash his head against the smooth surface of the wall to distract himself from the pain, but he knew fighting pain with more pain wasn't the best first aid. Noting the faint reflections of the other occupants of the cell, he added as a final note, as an attempt to make sure the others weren't taking the "little detective's" words too seriously, <strong>"Oh, and you shouldn't believe everything you hear. 'Some place where they cut you up when you're still alive?' This isn't a cheap horror flick or a world war two Nazi concentration camp, <em>kid</em>."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Children of Yggdrasil - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Esoteric Myobi</strong> on <strong>21-05-2012, 21:25:08</strong>
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				<hr><div align="center"><strong>Group 1</strong></div><hr><br>Time passes for those behind bars and plastic walls, the night rolls on. Down the hall, unseen by those within cells, the clock read 11:18. A little earlier on, the sound of officers trudging down the stairs and the banging of metal doors in the locker room could be heard shortly followed by a round of hearty farewells and friendly claps on the shoulder. As the night shift -- made up of a scant handful of yawning cops nursing steaming styrofoam cups of watered down coffee -- took over, quiet slowly resumed. <br><br>Those unfortunate enough to find themselves within cells were left to once again dwell on their own thoughts. By now, Sam's wound had stopped bleeding as a different kind of irritation took over -- the occasional itch of healing. Alice's ankle, while no longer swollen, was still tender to the touch.&nbsp; The mood was gloomy to say the least, and with the newly added William to the ranks of those up shit’s creek, despite his distance from everyone else, the surroundings seemed more crowded. Yet perhaps there was a slight twinge of envy as the teenage rebel lounged in his cell without worry of sharing his space. The tap of shoes slowly approached the cells and soon that feeling of claustrophobia was made worse by a guard, a very particular guard. <br><br>The familiar face of the handsome officer that had removed Winter earlier stood before the reinforced glass again, sardonic smile plastered in place as cold eyes scanned over the miserable faces within. While obviously off duty, he was no longer dressed in the smart blues of the NYPD but wore the black of security. Embroidered along his lapel in gold thread was the single word <em>Eden</em> in scripted italics. The look in the man's eyes seemed to be those of one who enjoyed tormenting the helpless. If anything, he seemed a much more fitting candidate for a crazed psychopath than the others seated in the crowded cell.<br><br>Where his eyes landed, a chill seemed to go up the spine of the person he scrutinized. There certainly weren't any good intentions forming in his mind. Eyes flicking down to the untouched bread and water, he smirked. "Decided to enjoy your meal with that girl? So sweet and considerate of you all. Too bad she won't be coming back to join you. Sexy lil' thing like that..." Again, his eyes went around the group, lingering a moment longer on the women, specifically on Kenzie...or was that her imagination? "Don't you all worry though," as he spoke, his words seemed aimed directly at Alice, "pretty girl like that'll receive plenty of tender love and attention. Right now she's probably enjoying her own private room with pristine white sheets." A pause, and then a slow smile. "Or she's paying the price." What that price was, he made no intention of revealing specifics.<br><br>"Just a shame I didn't get to play with her before she was taken away." Tongue darting out to lick his lips, his sneer curled up into a satisfied grin even as he nearly shivered with relish at a beautiful memory. "Ahh, but her screams..." His eyes, darkened with lust, practically fluttered shut in delight. "Even through the speaker box they were lovely." This time, his almost dreamy smile seemed directed towards Sam. "Heard you used to be a cop. You know what I'm talking about, right? Bet you would've liked to have heard it too, huh? Though I doubt you could've heard it from here." A light chuckle, the memory seemed to have put him in a particularly good mood.<br><br>Tsking smugly, his tone was light and teasing. "Ahh, don't give me that look. You'll be having a touching reunion soon enough...some sooner than others." Again, his eyes went back to linger on Kenzie. "And this time I'll make sure to get a taste first." The sneer had returned to his face, and with a mock salute to Sam and a friendly wave to the others, he turned on his heel and left. Whistling a merry tune, it seemed as if his interest in the group and his side visits to them were simply everyday business. <br><br>Save for the sound of a television playing down the hall from the guard's desk, the prisoners were left to their own thoughts. Eventually quiet resumed as the night shift took over and readied themselves for yet another uneventful night...or so they thought.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Children of Yggdrasil - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>bubby</strong> on <strong>22-05-2012, 21:42:58</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/8a/Black-and-white-blonde-eyes-girl-hair-lips-Favim.com-66962_large.jpg)</div> <br>&nbsp;<strong>Name:</strong>Brazil King<br>&nbsp;<strong>Crime:</strong> Attempted Patricide<br>&nbsp;<strong>Location:</strong>Upstairs in deli<br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagged:</strong>Natalie, Phaedra, Drake, Tim <br><br><br><hr><br><br><br><br><br><br>Brazil had let her eyes drift closed momentarily as the voices that drifted up the stairs turned into a low drone. As she sat there, she began to tremble. Yet before anyone could see it, her hands clenched, her jaw worked as she gritted her teeth, and after taking in a deep breath, she would let it out in a whoosh just as Natalie made her way within the room, straight to the bathroom. Blue eyes would open, just slits really, watching the young girl. Shaking her head a bit, running long fingers through her platinum unkempt hair. That girl was a walking target. No clue how to deal with the real world.<br><br>Finding herself a bit more in control, she listened again, hearing Phaedra talk about everyone going upstairs. How the hell were they all supposed to fit in there? Ah well, didn't matter. If they all trooped up here then Brazil would simply go back downstairs. Too many damn people that she didn't even know, stuck here with them due to circumstances beyond her control. Cruel, cruel world. Snorting to herself, her attention was grabbed by Drake as he emerged from the stairwell, and looked directly at the computer. He seemed to not even really notice her as he slipped alongside her, fiddling with a half burnt tablet in his hands. Scooting backwards in the chair that emitted a strained squeak, Brazil would watch in silence, yet now, were any to look deeper, there would be a gleam in her eye. She too watched carefully the computer screen as it booted up slowly, lofting a brow as as the password screen blinked again and again, and Drake spoke up.<br><br><em> " Shit.... it's encrypted..”</em><br><br>Grunting softly, her timbre low, she would slide in the chair in front of the screen. <strong> “ Here..let me..”</strong> She did not offer an explanation, yet there was a heated determination upon her lovely features. She had not asked for reasoning on where the tablet came from, nor who it had belonged to. It seemed like she didn't care, nor needed any info. Her fingers began flying over the keyboard, full lips pursing as she tried again and again. She spoke again, mumbling to herself, seeming to forget Drake was right next to her. <strong> “ Fuck... if I had my things I'd crack this in a second... this will take time..”</strong> In the background she could still hear talking, and she heard very well Tim going off. Big brute suddenly seemed to gain a conscious. She heard also his need to go turn himself in. She did not pull her eyes from the screen, nor her fingers from the keyboard, still working to break the password, speaking again to whoever might listen.<br><br><strong> “ Someone better stop our convict. His sudden burst of 'feelings' is going to get us all behind bars..."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Children of Yggdrasil - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>26-05-2012, 08:15:35</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatleft">(http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lpwmwptLVI1qd48zvo1_500.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> <strong>Kenzie Autumn</strong><br><strong>Age:</strong> 22<br><strong>Location:</strong> Prison Cell<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Group 1<br><hr><br>The approach and arrival of the officer brought Kenzie's attention to him, though she didn't know what to make of him at first, his opening his mouth made his intentions clearer. He was taunting her, all of them, and enjoying it. His eyes seemed to wander, and onto her more than necessarily, she thought. Sphere was a snap decision made, somewhere in the part of her mind that controlled survival. She smiled at him, just a little, while still looking overwhelmingly unhappy, she gave the little look that said, without words, 'I understand what you want, and I might just give it to you."<br><br>His suggestion that he would be taking something extra for himself was enough for Kenzie. She kept her eyes pointed up at him when he wasn't looking at her, and turned them down and away when he did. The kind of thing designed to frustrate men like him with a bit more desire than she suspected he already had. For her, perhops, for anyone, more likely, but men like him only had so many people in their power, so it would end up being someone, regardless. <br><br>It did not escape her that her non-verbal signals we're dishonest, but she couldn't bring herself to see it that way. She was manipulating him, or she hoped she was, and in the end, the truth was always there, provided he'd be able to understand it. <br><br>Kenzie watched him go, and she pulled away from Alice without a word, standing up and moving to lean on the glass. She could handle herself, she thought, and the situation certainly wasn't improving. The talk of screams only encouraged her to consider her options. She just needed an opening, she was good at exploiting those.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Children of Yggdrasil - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Niferbelle</strong> on <strong>26-05-2012, 21:59:57</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"> (http://i627.photobucket.com/albums/tt357/Niferbelle/futureponytail-1.jpg)</div><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Phaedra Leitner</strong></span><br><strong>Age:</strong> 27<br><strong>Crime:</strong> Attempted murder<br><strong>Location:</strong> Deli, downstairs<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Tim<br><br>Phaedra found herself agreeing with Platinum Blondie upstairs much to her surprise but Psychokiller was a mess and they needed him to snap out of it. Blah, blah, blah...God, heaven,. hell...as far as she was concerned, he wouldn't be in this predicament if he hadn't believed in that junk in the first place and this was no time for an existential meltdown. She forced herself to swallow her exasperation and take a different approach.<br><br>"Hey, I get it, it's a lot to process," she said softly, even laying a hand on his burly shoulder. "But here's the thing, what happens to you now, that affects the rest of us. And those group sessions, they were our last resort before prison, you know? And maybe you should be there...that's for you to decide, I won't judge...but some of us, we didn't do what we were accused of, or even if we did, our crimes weren't nearly so severe. I didn't kill anybody, Tim. I didn't torture anybody or set anything on fire...I don't think prison is where I belong. I have a good job, I contribute to society..."<br><br>As she spoke she felt herself becoming Phaedra Leitner, Mindless Bureaucrat again, and it made her feel nauseous and yet, Phaedra Leitner, Mindless Bureaucrat had years of experience mollifying upset customers and she could treat Tim like just one more. <br><br>"Here's what I'd like to do Tim. I'd like to get those chains off you, you don't need them if you're going to turn yourself in anyway, do you? And then if you can just give the rest of us a little time to get our heads together and move on, then you can do whatever you want. How does that sound?"<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Children of Yggdrasil - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WendySlaveGirl</strong> on <strong>29-05-2012, 15:38:11</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatleft">(http://imagecache6.allposters.com/LRG/37/3749/PCCZF00Z.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Sarah Black<br><strong>Age:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;20<br><strong>Crime:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Burning down an art gallery<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Deli, upstairs<br><strong>Tagging:&nbsp; group 2</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;-<br><hr><br>Sarah considered going to help Phaedra but she still remembered the glare Tim had turned on her earlier. No way was she attracting his attention again. As far as she was concerned he could snap again at any moment and murder all of them. She set down her pad and watched Brazil trying to crack into the datapad. She flushed as it occured to her that if she hadn't done what she had things might be easier. In the back of her mind she still wondered, had she caused the fire somehow? Had she killed the doctor? She closed her eyes and pushed those thoughts away. She'd remember it right? Besides, she was in the library too!<br><br>She opened her eyes again and took a deep breath then leaned forward and intently watched Brazil's work, trying to keep her thoughts from circling around the question that haunted her.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Children of Yggdrasil - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Esoteric Myobi</strong> on <strong>01-06-2012, 17:21:51</strong>
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				<hr><div align="center"><strong>Group 2</strong></div><hr><br>Inside the deli, the wanted group of escaped convicts were slowly coming to one realization -- they were all hearing something within their minds. Yet despite the similarities and the desperation for answers, to know that they <em>weren't</em> crazy after all, a kernel of doubt still lingered. Were they hearing the <em>same</em> voices? Were those voices saying the same things to everyone? Or was it...was it just another coincidence that wasn't actually a coincidence after all? <br><br>In Tim's haste to remove his chains, his grip on the hacksaw slackened as his mind plunged into panic and confusion at the discovery. As his faith in his God wavered, his vision seemed to blur even as he stumbled backwards before leaning heavily against the wall. The hacksaw fell from his hands, scratching along the skin of his wrist before falling to the ground in a clatter. Unfortunately, old and misused as the hacksaw was, lack of proper care and maintenance had finally taken its toll as the handle separated with a splintering of wood. While using it was still possible, it would now be difficult and awkward to do so.<br><br>Upstairs, the computer hummed and whirred loudly, working far harder than it ever had before. It seemed ready to shut down for good at any moment despite Brazil's relentless tapping against the keys as she fed it one complex equation after another. While the technology was archaic to say the least, with enough time and effort anything is possible...or so they hoped. Yet while effort seemed to flow from Brazil's concentrated gaze and into the screen, time was ticking away as she carefully built programs and demanded operating functions that the device was obviously not built for. <br><br>The time shown on the corner of the monitor read 11:18 PM when a DOS window suddenly popped up on the computer screen. The word Eden was slowly scripted out in beautiful calligraphy over the screen in gold. Underneath the logo, a message appeared:&nbsp; <br><br><div align="center"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Welcome, Doctor Jennifer Hudgeworth. Please select the files you wish to view.</span></div><br>As the DOS screen disappeared, it was replaced by a rather common desktop. Icons for E-mail, Web browser, Word processor, etc. were lined up neatly along the perimeter. It seemed utterly normal, save for a single folder that was situated right in the middle of the screen -- Yggdrasil. Upon opening the folder, there were only two files inside. Another folder labeled "Voice Counseling Profiles" and an .exe file named "CoY". <br><br>Opening the "Voice Counseling Profiles" brought a list of thumbnails on screen, each thumbnail a picture of someone. Scrolling down, it seemed that there were about 50 files in the folder. Near the bottom of the list, a group of familiar faces showed up as members of the current group peered back at them through the monitor. However, a few other faces were also familiar -- the faces that had been plastered all over the news and internet weeks and months ago when the strangely violent occurrences had begun. <br><br>There was no doubt that this was a list of possibly all of the psychotic sociopaths that had caused the government to scramble for new high security cells and tighten security. This may literally be a list of every supposed 'crazie' in the city, or possibly even the country, with details of how each of them ticked. The answers to any secrets the others may have hoped to keep, the things that had been left unsaid during the tragic counseling session, all of it could very well be a click away. The fears and desires of the others -- of <em>themselves</em> even -- were patiently sitting on the desktop and waiting to be revealed. It could easily be imagined that the doctor also had a compiled list of each person's triggers, the full extent of their crimes, and their success rate with other types of therapy or medication before they had been brought into voice counseling.<br><br>Everything was glaring Brazil and Drake right in the face, and yet upon opening a file at random their hopes were dashed as a message box popped up.<br><br><div align="center"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Warning!</strong><br>Unregistered computer:restricted access</span></div><br>Hitting 'OK', it quickly became apparent that they could only view the bare minimum of each file. Name, Age, Date of Arrest, and a short summary of their offense were all they were able to see for each person. Apparently, viewing the files in their entirety required syncing with a registered computer in order to prove ownership of the memorystick. They quickly came to the same conclusion for the strange .exe file, which wouldn't open at all. Despite all of Brazil's efforts, the same warning continued popping up, followed by:<br><br><div align="center"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">Please sync with your registered computer to open these files.</span></div><br>Scrounging through the rest of the desktop showed nothing of importance, though it did give more insight into the life of the recently deceased doctor. It seemed that everything was either carefully kept under lock and key on the desktop, or the doctor didn't have much of a life as even her emails seemed ordinary and her calendar was practically empty. Could it be that they were missing something and the answers to some unknown question were right in front of them? Or could it be that what they sought truly was hidden and they simply lacked proper access to it?
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Children of Yggdrasil - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WendySlaveGirl</strong> on <strong>01-06-2012, 17:46:42</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatleft">(http://imagecache6.allposters.com/LRG/37/3749/PCCZF00Z.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Sarah Black<br><strong>Age:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;20<br><strong>Crime:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Burning down an art gallery<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Deli, upstairs<br><strong>Tagging:&nbsp; group 2</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;-<br><hr><br>Sarah saw the change on the screen and how Brazil and Drake tensed up. She hopped up and ran over to the screen, her heart pounding with excitement. She frowned softly at what she saw on the screen and even more so when Brazil was denied entry to the files. She bit her lip thoughtfully and glanced at the other two. She took a deep breath and looked at them. "Am I the only one getting a weird feeling from this? Why did she make these files so encrypted? What is Yggdrasil? What is COY?" She paused and nibbled on her lip. "I think we ought to go to either her house or her office and see if we can get this to work now, I want to know what's on these files that she has so well protected. What do we know about our late doctor anyway?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Children of Yggdrasil - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SeriousMoonlight</strong> on <strong>03-06-2012, 20:02:36</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/tUYqW.jpg?1)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> <strong>Mara Vida</strong><br><strong>Age:</strong> 26<br><strong>Crime:</strong> Sawed a woman in half onstage during a magic show (literally)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Prison cell next to group 1<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> All of Group 1<br><hr><br>Well, she'd cocked that up.<br><br>Unsure exactly what to do with Mara after her arrest, and not deeming her dangerous enough to go in one of the high-security cells that had been rapidly filling up with no explanations in sight, the guards had placed her in a lower-tech one. Of course, she knew she belonged in a high-security cell - all her horrified remorse and choking sobs had been her most masterful performance yet, and that combined with her excellent lawyer was able to secure her place in somewhere a bit more lax. <em>Be a good thing,</em> she'd told herself, <em>don't break out of here. Whatever you do, don't break out. If you stay in here, you'll get to talk to the police and tell them that you didn't <strong>really</strong> mean to bisect a woman, no, and that you didn't stop until the buzzsaw was midway through her torso because you were just surprised. They'll listen.</em><br><br>Five minutes later she'd thought of an escape route and waited patiently for her opportunity to try it out, which didn't take long. After a week of courteousness, good behavior, and acting completely trustworthy to the guards, they'd given her a few more privileges than some of the other prisoners, including a part-time job working in the kitchens after her claim that she loved to cook (she didn't). On her lunch break, she smuggled a can opener into the restroom and cut through the ceiling, hauling herself into the roof and crawling along until she found a way out, running for the hills. Mara had been free for about a week, laying low and trying to stay out of sight. Until today – it was bad luck that did her in. Picking up groceries at a convenience store, she looked up at the clerk and recognized him immediately. Her former manager, the man who handled all of her stage performances and bookings. The expression on his face was a mix of shock and fear, and she knew her freedom had been short-lived.<br><br>"Oh," was all she said before he pushed the alarm under the counter and she was promptly tackled by an officer on his dinner break.<br><br>And now she was being dragged down a hallway by her arms, the scrawny tomboy fighting back against the guards for everything she was worth. The thought of being locked up again was too much for her to bear, and she kicked and screamed as she was unceremoniously thrown into a high-security cell. "Try getting out of here, Houdini," one of the guards scoffed as he shut the door and the two men left her. <em>Fuck!</em> Mara immediately began examining every inch of her cell. There had to be some way to get out. She didn't have anything on her aside from the clothes on her back - a white tanktop and a pair of black jeans. They'd taken her coat, and replaced her sneakers with laceless shoes. Smart thing, too, as those laces would have been damn useful. <br><br>Noticing that she was next to a group of other people, she looked at them curiously, the normally charming illusionist unsure of what to say for once. Finally she settled on a timid, "Hello." Her voice was accented, an unusual hybrid of New England and the United Kingdom.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Children of Yggdrasil - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>bubby</strong> on <strong>03-06-2012, 21:22:17</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/8a/Black-and-white-blonde-eyes-girl-hair-lips-Favim.com-66962_large.jpg)</div> <br>&nbsp;<strong>Name:</strong>Brazil King<br>&nbsp;<strong>Crime:</strong> Attempted Patricide<br>&nbsp;<strong>Location:</strong> Upstairs in Deli<br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagged:</strong>Sarah,(Drake)<br><br><hr><br><br><br><br><br>Brazil had quickly become lost within her task, eyes locked upon the screen, fingers flying over the keyboard. The only sign that she was pleased with her progress when the screen blinked and the the Doctors name flashed there was the barest curl at the corner of her mouth. She was in her element now. Scrolling through what was there, she wouldn't even blink as faces both familiar and not so much eased over the screen. She was simply taking in all the info she could, and quickly. Three words screamed at her.<br><br>Voice counseling profiles.<br><br>What the fuck? 'Voice' counseling? Was that a new name for listening to a doc spew on at you about what <em>issues</em> you might have? Shaking her head a bit she let that part go, even as she continued perusing over what the computer was offering.... until the warning came up. Her eyes would narrow as her mind worked, pondering on what it exactly was they had found. Something was up, that was obvious. Her lower lip would be pulled into her teeth, blue hues dancing over the files again, until a rather annoying head was shoved quite close to hers, and questions were spouted off right next to her ear. She would freeze as her personal space was so severely violated by Sarah, taking in a slow, shaky breath, whispers dancing in her thoughts. <br><br><em>That pesky little girl! She must think you're stupid. Like you couldn't have figured that out yourself. Bah! Annoying little thing.</em><br><br>Very... VERY annoying little thing. Not turning her head, Brazil's voice would be low and dangerous when she spoke to Sarah, her eyes remaining closed as the hand upon the mouse clenched so tight a cracking of plastic could surely be heard. <strong> “ If you don't back the hell away from me right the fuck now, I'm going to smash your face into this computer screen. Then you won't have to worry about so many questions hurting that little fucking brain of yours will you...”</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Children of Yggdrasil - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Remiel</strong> on <strong>04-06-2012, 02:16:45</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img819.imageshack.us/img819/3311/filmnoir3.jpg)</div><strong>Drake Holland</strong><br><strong>Age:</strong> 35<br><strong>Crime:</strong> Aggravated assault, torture, attempted murder<br><strong>Location:</strong> 2nd floor, Deli<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Brazil, Sarah<br><hr>"Easy there, Blondie," said Drake, gently steering Sarah away from Brazil and stepping between the two women.&nbsp; "We don't need to be fighting each other."&nbsp; His attention, however, was mostly focused on the computer screen.&nbsp; His eyes flickered back and forth over the pixellated letters, searching for some meaning there, daring for it all to make sense.&nbsp; He was not surprised at all to encounter the names and pictures of everyone in their sorry group--and when he encountered Blondie's profile picture, he made a note to remember the name, "Brazil King", if only because it seemed like a rather unusual name--but what <em>did</em> astonish him was to discover, intermingled with the names and faces of those he had met quite recently, were others, people he hadn't met but who had appeared recently in the news.&nbsp; <br><br>The girl who had apparently hacked off her legs and left arm, who had disemboweled herself&nbsp; with a knife and who had managed to paint the interior of her room in her own blood before dying.&nbsp; Drake distinctly remembered seeing photos of the girl--as she had been previously, of course--when the macabre story had been all over the media and the Internet.&nbsp; Cute, smiling, looking like just another typical teenager with a bright and promising future ahead of her.&nbsp; It was the gruesome nature of the apparent suicide that had arrested Drake's attention.&nbsp; Who could do that to herself?&nbsp; What sort of madness would drive someone to do something like that?&nbsp; And yet, here she was, in the shrink's files, just like himself and the others.<br><br>There was more.&nbsp; The man who beat his mother to death with a toaster.&nbsp; The wealthy stockbroker who had gone off the rails one day and had broken into his girlfriend's home and used a pair of pliers to rip out all of her teeth.&nbsp; &nbsp;The boy who bashed his baby brother's brains out with a baseball bat.&nbsp; All strange cases, all in the news--and all of them here, right in front of Drake's eyes.<br><br>Drake felt sick.&nbsp; His stomach convulsed, and acid burned in his throat before he was able to choke it down.&nbsp; The fact that all of those people were here, along with Drake and the rest, was a very ominous sign.&nbsp; Together with the voices that everyone seemed to be hearing, it pretty much confirmed his suspicion that someone, somewhere, was fucking with their minds.&nbsp; But why?&nbsp; Why would anyone possibly want to do something this evil, this depraved?&nbsp; Who would do such a sick fucking thing to a bunch of strangers?<br><br>Suddenly, Drake knew that his time was running out.&nbsp; How long would it be until it was him on the news?&nbsp; How long would it be until he was found in a room full of dead bodies, or until he cut himself into pieces, like the girl had?&nbsp; &nbsp;Months? Weeks? Days?<br><br>"We've got to get into these files," he croaked.&nbsp; "We have to figure out what's going on--who is behind all this--and stop it.&nbsp; Blondie, can you find an address in there?&nbsp; Can you find out where the shrink lived?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Children of Yggdrasil - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elias</strong> on <strong>04-06-2012, 04:33:36</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Simon<br><strong>Age: </strong>27<br><strong>Crime:</strong> Killed his father<br><strong>Location:</strong> Prison cell next to group 1<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> All of Group 1<br><br>All our times have come<br>Here but now they're gone<br>Seasons don't fear the reaper<br>Nor do the wind, the sun or the rain..we can be like they are<br>Come on baby...don't fear the reaper<br>Baby take my hand...don't fear the reaper<br>We'll be able to fly...don't fear the reaper<br>Baby I'm your man...<br><br><br>Simon would never forget this song, not even when he was old and grey, and not because it was one of the greatest classic hits of all time... Which it was, or because he had fucked for the first time to this song, he would remember it forever because its the song he turned on and up just for his old man. Yeah Simon had sung along and even danced to this song over and over it was soul piercing man. It made him sing to god above and the devil below and oh fuck was it amazing.<br><br>Valentine is done<br>Here but now they're gone<br>Romeo and Juliet<br>Are together in eternity...Romeo and Juliet<br>40,000 men and women everyday...Like Romeo and Juliet<br>40,000 men and women everyday...Redefine happiness<br>Another 40,000 coming everyday...We can be like they are<br>Come on baby...don't fear the reaper<br>Baby take my hand...don't fear the reaper<br>We'll be able to fly...don't fear the reaper<br>Baby I'm your man...<br><br>It was than he heard it, the door click open, his pops, his dad the man who had raised him came home, and he turned it up even higher "Hey Dad, dont fear the reaper!" The old man chuckled and shook his head at his son. He moved to sit down in his favorite chair, the place he sat every day he got home and Simon just jammed along.<br><br>"Don't fear the reaper." He danced all the way to the couch where he grabbed the sledge hammer... "Don't fear the reaper." A quick look of shock on his fathers face when he saw the massive tool.<br><br>Love of two is one<br>Here but now they're gone<br>Came the last night of sadness<br>And it was clear she couldn't go on<br>Then the door was open and the wind appeared<br>The candles blew then disappeared<br>The curtains flew then he appeared...saying don't be afraid<br>Come on baby...and she had no fear<br>And she ran to him...then they started to fly<br>They looked backward and said goodby...she had become like they are<br>She had taken his hand...she had become like they are<br>Come on baby...don't fear the reaper<br><br>Crunch one good swing and he was gone, tears running down the eyes of Simon as he watched his father bleed out... "All our times have come."<br><br><del></del><br><br>It had been a week since than and Simon had done nothing but drink and fuck but eventually he was caught, the swat barged in and surrounded him, he never made a move. He just stared and when he felt his head hit the linoleum he knew he deserved it, even if he couldn't remember anything but those voices... and the remains of his father... What the fuck had happened?<br><br>He had been dragged up and into the prison, without so much as a trial he tried to explain he heard voices that it wasn't him anything that could help them understand, but he was given no kind words and chucked into the cage with the rest. When they left his steeled toed boots struck the metal of the door in frustration he turned around and found himself face to face with Mara...
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Children of Yggdrasil - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WendySlaveGirl</strong> on <strong>04-06-2012, 18:27:42</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatleft">(http://imagecache6.allposters.com/LRG/37/3749/PCCZF00Z.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Sarah Black<br><strong>Age:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;20<br><strong>Crime:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Burning down an art gallery<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Deli, upstairs<br><strong>Tagging:&nbsp; Brazil, Drake</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;-<br><hr><br>Sarah had been trying desperately to ignore the voice in her head but Brazil's reaction only confirmed what it had been saying. She frowned, making a mental connection about voice files but Brazil's outright hostility caused her to swallow her words and not reveal anymore of her thoughts. She retreated to the corner of the room after Drake moved her aside, and crossed her arms over her middle, doing her best to be small and inconspicuous. She stared at Brazil's back for a moment then looked away, not willing to provoke the psycho bitch anymore than necessary.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Children of Yggdrasil - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Loves</strong> on <strong>04-06-2012, 20:46:40</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://cdn1.gossipcenter.com/sites/default/files/imagecache/story_header/photos/natalie-portman-topless-ad-dior.jpg)</div> <br><strong>Name:</strong> <span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Natalie Brewster</span><br><strong>Age:</strong> 19<br><strong>Crime:</strong>&nbsp; acquitted of first degree murder by&nbsp; reason of insanity<br><strong>Location:</strong> Inside the Deli,&nbsp; moving from the bathroom to the small office, second floor<br><strong>Tagged:</strong>&nbsp; Group 2, Sarah, Drake and Brazil<br><br><br><hr><br><div style="text-align: justify;">Natalie was unaware just how long she had been staring at her reflection in the mirror. She had zoned out and become lost in her own mind. It wasn’t the best place to be. It was filled with insecurities and harsh whispered insults and always, at the back of her mind, was a deep voice urging her to commit acts she would have never considered before. The image of the girl in the mirror haunted Natalie. It wasn’t the smiling, pretty face she was accustomed to. Instead it was the image of a young woman beaten down by life. Her once sparkling, honey brown eyes were now steeped in sorrow, an emotion Natalie feared that could never be comforted. She wasn’t the same girl she had been only a few months prior. She wasn’t even the same girl she had been a few hours prior, before the fire. That girl still refused to believe she had taken a life. This new girl, the one with the haunting eyes, the one filled with sorrow, that girl was standing on the edge of madness.&nbsp; She had a voice buried in her conscious telling her to hurt those around her, and what was worse, she had listened to it!&nbsp; It was only a matter of time before it commanded her to strike again. <br><br>A gasp caught in her throat, brought forth by a sudden piercing sting that shot through her arm, causing the timid brunette to glance down at her trembling hands. When had she reached for a glass? Natalie had no memory of doing so, not to mention squeezing it so hard that is shattered in her hands, lodging a sliver of glass into the palm of her hand.&nbsp; Her mouth dropped open, forming a soft o-shape, as she watched, fascinated with the dribble of blood running over the bright white fabric of the protective bandage.&nbsp; Natalie continued to watch as the droplet of blood flowed over onto the shell of the sink, running in a tiny narrow rivulet. Her eyes widened when it suddenly swirled, creating elegant letters in large calligraphy shapes. She knew what she was seeing was impossible. She knew it had to be a trick of her mind, yet she was unable to turn away. The stream of blood moved as fluidly as ink, forming letters that soon formed a single word. “Murder” <br><br>The cry for help that followed came in a slight delay as Natalie first opened her mouth releasing a silent scream. The sound of terror, frustration and confusion slowly built into a screech, a screech that tore through her tight throat and rushed through her ears like a speeding train. Reacting through instinct, Natalie reached for the taps, turning the faucets viciously, almost breaking the hot water handle in her haste. She submerged her hands into the flow of hot water and began scrubbing, showing her tender skin no mercy. <strong>”I didn’t kill her! I didn’t kill anyone!”</strong> she mumbled repeatedly as she continued to scrub at the blood staining her skin and the once white fabric of the bandage. Her caramel colored eyes widened in panic as the red stain grew, coating every inch of her red, sore hands. <strong>”NO! NO! NO!”</strong> Natalie whimpered, nearing hysteria, determined to wash the blood from her hands.<br><br>Had anyone come to her aid they would have been as confused as she would soon be. For there wasn’t a single blood stain on her fingers, her palms, or the bandage now soggy from the punishing treatment.&nbsp; The glass that she had thought to have broken was made from cheap plastic, and remained on its side upon the bathroom floor where it had fallen when she had accidently dislodged it from the tiny counter. The incident, like many she had experienced since the the day she had been found holding the blood covered steel rod, would remain a mystery, brought on by the stress of her situation, or so the doctors had kept telling her. However, no one could ever explain the haunting, and evil laughter that rang out whenever the voice chose to use her mind as its personal playground.<br><br>Shaken, Natalie clung to the edge of the sink, her knuckles turning white with the effort, and took in a deep breath, filling her lungs with the steam that clung to the air in clouds of moisture. No one had come running at the sound of her scream leaving Natalie to wonder if she had even released the terror from her lungs at all. Perhaps the others simply did not care? Closing her eyes, Natalie pushed away from the sink and with trembling legs, walked down the short hallway towards the small office where the others were gathered.&nbsp; Quietly she stood within the doorway, holding her hand; cradling it with the other and watched Brazil, Drake and Sarah crowd around the computer screen. </div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Children of Yggdrasil - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Niferbelle</strong> on <strong>05-06-2012, 03:05:35</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"> (http://i627.photobucket.com/albums/tt357/Niferbelle/futureponytail-1.jpg)</div><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Phaedra Leitner</strong></span><br><strong>Age:</strong> 27<br><strong>Crime:</strong> Attempted murder<br><strong>Location:</strong> Alley<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Tim, Drake, Brazil, Sarah, Natalie<br><br>Phaedra let loose a martyr-like sigh as Tim just totally lost his shit despite her best attempts to keep him calm and rational. The hacksaw getting busted was the last straw and she gave it a kick in disgust.<br><br>"Fuck it," she said wearily and tried to get in his face enough to get his attention though he was freaking out. "You pull your ass together or you're on your own."<br><br>One more glare then she trudged up the stairs to see what the rest were up to. She was a bit surprise to see Drake and the blond hovering over the computer like they were actually trying to use it.<br><br>"Psychokiller downstairs is losing it. We could use a bruiser but I think we might need to jettison his ass, we can't afford to babysit," she announced and moved a little closer but there were bodies blocking the screen. "What are you two trying to do with that old dinosaur? And why do we want to know where the shrink lived?"<br><br>She took in the room. Sarah seemed jumpy again for some reason and Natalie was coming out of the bathroom looking like a basket case. Honestly, she was over trying to play scout leader.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Children of Yggdrasil - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Moon Hound Hati</strong> on <strong>06-06-2012, 23:47:20</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img818.imageshack.us/img818/2395/samatclashofthetitanslo.jpg)</div><br><br><strong>Name:</strong> <span style="font-size: 16pt;" class="bbc_size">Sam Washington</span><br><strong>Age:</strong> 28<br><strong>Crime:</strong> Beat his senior officer to death with a heavy duty stapler from the L.A.P.D.'s copy room while singing the national anthem.<br><strong>Location:</strong> Prison Cell<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Group 1<br><br><br><hr><br><br>Sam's mood wasn't taking a turn for the best that night. Usually he was a good boy, a honest to god boy scout many have called him, both friend and foe alike, but this day was bringing out the worst in him. The bleeding had stopped, but now the itching and a fear that the wound might reopen should he move around too much were rattling his nerves. The comments from the taunting cop from earlier and the wild stories of the would be boy detective in the cell across from theirs weren't helping either. To top it all of was the impending sense of doom the possible death sentence hanging over his head provided.<br><br>The police officer which had dragged the young woman from their cell earlier returned, bringing with him more taunts. One of them was directed at Sam, who narrowed his blue eyes at the man. <strong>"I didn't know the line between cops and crooks had become so blurry,"</strong> he responded with disdain. Sam should have known better than to let a creep like that get a rise out of him, but right now he's patience had been stretched too thin to care. Turning away slowly, he decided to simply ignore the guard. He was not in the mood to deal with this sort of nonsense. He wanted to lay down and sleep a bit, but the healing wound kept him awake. Hopefully it wouldn't get infected.<br><br>Two new prisoners joined them in holding cells; a boy and a girl. Sam guessed they were about his age, maybe a little younger. Both didn't seem to happy about their incarceration <del>&nbsp; &nbsp;</del> but then again, who in their right mind would?<br><br>Shuffling over to one of the concrete walls, the ex-cop slowly sank down to the ground, closing his eyes as he rested his back against the cold, dead gray mass. Altough he wasn't able to sleep for more than a few minutes at a time, it was probably best to stack up as many of those short sessions as he could. No doubt he'd need what strength he had later, for the interrogations. That certainly wasn't a headache he was looking forward to. The New York police department really seemed to be out for their blood after what happened at the library. Didn't matter wether or not the one actually responsible for the fire and the subsequent explosion was among them; they wanted someone to take the fall for it, fast. It was a cheap tactic favored by the corrupt and the lazy.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Children of Yggdrasil - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Miss Lilly</strong> on <strong>11-06-2012, 04:59:50</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.youknowyoulovefashion.com/storage/gossipgirl/season4/0404/0404blair2.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>Alice Beaumont</strong><br><strong>Age:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;35<br><strong>Crime:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Stabbing her husband 47 times<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Still incarcerated, fighting the shakes.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Group 1, William, Mara, Simon<br><hr><br>The vaguely annoying voice of William was easy enough to ignore, and Alice did so.&nbsp; She had no vested interest in him, and as such he wasn't in her circle of concern.&nbsp; She glanced up when Sam responded to the youth, but didn't get involved - partly because she didn't care, but also because she was now concentrating on quieting the shakes that had recently started.<br><br>Her attention was captured, however, by the returning of the guard who'd dragged Winter away.&nbsp; When he alluded to what had happened to the young girl, Alice's eyes filled with tears once more.&nbsp; <em>Poor Winter</em>, she thought to herself. Nothing the girl may have done deserved that kind of treatment, and Alice felt hate for the guard well up inside of her.&nbsp; A hatred akin to that which she had felt for her husband.&nbsp; It was all she could do not to leap off the cot and throw herself at the glass in a desperate attempt to get at the monster.&nbsp; She imagined plunging a carving knife into his sneering, hateful mouth. Into his chest. Into his crotch.&nbsp; Watching the look of shock and fear spread across his face as he realised that his evil thoughts of defiling Winter would be the last ones he'd ever have.<br><br>Alice didn't move, of course.&nbsp; The scene played out in her mind, but she didn't act.&nbsp; She couldn't.&nbsp; Not only was she behind thick perspex and devoid of a carving knife, but she wasn't that kind of crazy. She wasn't.&nbsp; The "soccer mom" personae that William saw was how she liked to think of herself.&nbsp; Certainly not a crazed psychopath capable of cold blooded murder.&nbsp; Sure, she'd done those things to her husband, but that had been brought on by years of abuse.&nbsp; She wouldn't have done it otherwise.&nbsp; Right?<br><br>Completely lost in her inner musings, Alice barely noticed when Kenzie left her side.&nbsp; It wasn't like she'd sworn to protect the rainbow haired girl, although she did feel more motherly towards her than she did to William.&nbsp; But she wasn't Winter.&nbsp; Kenzie could look after herself, Alice thought.&nbsp; She was strong. Tough.&nbsp; She didn't need mothering, and to be honest, with the current depth of her inner turmoil, Alice didn't feel much like a mother at the moment anyway.<br><br>The two newcomers across the corridor didn't register with Alice either.&nbsp; She was in pain.&nbsp; Emotional, and physical.&nbsp; Dammit, she needed her pills!&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Children of Yggdrasil - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DudelRok</strong> on <strong>17-06-2012, 09:04:50</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> <span style="font-size: 16pt;" class="bbc_size">William</span><br><strong>Age:</strong> 17<br><strong>Crime:</strong> Wrong Place, Wrong Time<br><strong>Location:</strong> Prison Cell Opposite Group 1<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Group 1<br><br><hr><br>"Blah blah blah, I'm a big shot behind a giant pane of glass," Is all William heard from Sam. The words going in one ear and out the other. So much for being nice, huh? Throwing allegations around like that, the prick. They were all in the same situation, and this included William. What was the point and purpose to being so aggressive when the olive branch of peace, and such, was stretched out?<br><br>Will turned himself away from the group, "Whatever you say, jumpsuit," since they didn't seem all that interested in making friends at the moment. The addition of two more being tossed into yet another cell didn't bode well for the situation, either. The situation was getting worse by the minute, additionally so when the guard marked with "Eden" upon his chest showed up to taunt and sexually harass everyone behind the plexiglass. The young boy did his best to keep quiet and pull back so as to not draw attention to himself.<br><br>"What a creepy-ass, mother-fucker," William blurted out boldly once certain the guard was gone, "You okay over there? What the fuck... that guy. I'm not looking forward to being shipped out, or staying here. We need to get the hell out of here!" Of course at this moment it was like a monkey shaking the cage - nothing was going to happen. "Hey! New people," Will abrupt addressed the two others who had recently joined the incarcerated, "I'm William," A formality, "Got any ideas on how we're getting out of here? Did you see that guard, man? Holy shit! We can't stick around."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Children of Yggdrasil - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>bubby</strong> on <strong>17-06-2012, 20:54:13</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/8a/Black-and-white-blonde-eyes-girl-hair-lips-Favim.com-66962_large.jpg)</div> <br>&nbsp;<strong>Name:</strong>Brazil King<br>&nbsp;<strong>Crime:</strong> Attempted Patricide<br>&nbsp;<strong>Location:</strong> Upstairs in Deli<br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagged:</strong>Everyone upstairs<br><br><hr><br><br><br><br><br><br><br>Blue eyes would follow Sarah as the girl went and sulked in the corner where she belonged, and with a grinding of her haws, Brazil flicked her heated gaze back to the computer screen before her. She too was confused, skimming over the tales of horror, the violence, the utter craziness. Yet perhaps her confusion was different from the others. She simply wanted to find this damn shrink so she could get whatever piece of paper would free her from all this shit. No more cops, no more running. <br><br>Drake was slightly behind her, playing the hero for Sarah, apparently having chosen 'blondie' as her moniker. She found herself grinding her teeth even more, knuckles whitening, even as Drake asked if she was able to find the doc's address, calling her blondie again. Closing her eyes momentarily, taking in a breath, she continued to fly her fingers over the keys, inputting code after code in the attempt to gain access to the doctors private residence. From her periphery she noted the princess coming out of the small bathroom, and from behind her she heard Phaedra come into the upper room, making note on how the convict was losing it, and asking why they needed to know where the doctor lived. Brazil did not answer the question, more intent on what she was doing.<br><br>Click, clack over the keys, until the screen flashed and she saw it, there before her eyes, and possibly Drake's, was the address they were seeking. In a split second Brazil read it and filed it away, and then without warning, shoved the monitor off the desk where it crashed to the floor. Electronics flashed and popped, the monitor now useless as she turned to Drake. <strong> “ Brazil..”</strong> .. was all she said before shoving past him, working her way to the window.<br><br>She had the address now. Drake might have seen it before she destroyed the monitor. Either way she could give a shit. She could make it to the doctors herself, once it was light again, and the cops had thinned, and get the woman to give her the get out of jail free card she needed..<br><br>...right?
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Children of Yggdrasil - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Remiel</strong> on <strong>21-06-2012, 11:31:54</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img819.imageshack.us/img819/3311/filmnoir3.jpg)</div><strong>Drake Holland</strong><br><strong>Age:</strong> 35<br><strong>Crime:</strong> Aggravated assault, torture, attempted murder<br><strong>Location:</strong> 2nd floor, Deli<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Brazil, Natalie, Phaedra<br><hr>Drake clutched white-knuckled at the back of Brazil's chair as she clicked through the Voice Counseling Profiles.&nbsp; <strong>Doctor Jennifer Hudgeworth. Eden. Yggsdrasil. CoY.</strong>&nbsp; All of these names, Drake felt, were important.&nbsp; All of them were pieces in the great puzzle, the overall mystery.&nbsp; &nbsp;He tried to read as much of it as he could, whatever it was that was on screen, but Blondie was simply moving too fast.&nbsp; He growled, frustrated, on the verge of telling her to slow the fuck down.<br><br>He was dimly aware of Natalie, in the bathroom, screaming about something or other; in any other circumstances, perhaps he would have felt compelled to help.&nbsp; But nothing she could possibly have had to say was more important than this.&nbsp; This was proof that <del>they weren't crazy</del> that they hadn't started out crazy, but that someone, or some<em>thing</em>, was driving them insane.&nbsp; This was evidence that they were all puppets, living chess pieces in a macabre and sinister game.&nbsp; <br><br>And their time was running out.<br><br>Natalie was spared only a single glance to make sure she hadn't slit her wrists open, that she wasn't bleeding from the throat.&nbsp; She needed a knight in shining armor, someone to put his arm around her and tell her everything was going to be okay.&nbsp; &nbsp; And Drake, unfortunately, couldn't be that man.<br><br>Then he was aware of Phaedra, telling them all that the big guy downstairs was losing it.&nbsp; <em>What are you two trying to do with that old dinosaur? </em> she was asking. <em>And why do we want to know where the shrink lived?</em><br><br>Drake turned his suspicious stare on her.&nbsp; <br><div align="center"><span class="bbc_u">She hadn't admitted to hearing voices.</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>she was in on the whole thing</strong></span></div><br><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 16pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>DrAk3 h1s5eD b3tW3#n hi5 T3Eth, r#Ach(D OUt t0 t4r0tTlE HeR...</strong></span></span><br><br>...and then remembered that he had seen Phaedra's file in there, as well, among the others. <br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Name: Phaedra Leitner<br>Age: 27<br>Personality Traits: Repressed, Detached, Intelligent<br>Fears: Finding out she really is soulless. Ending up like her mother, abandoned and alone and so buried by crushing bitterness that even the relief of fantasy is lost to her. Being without her virtual game world.</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><em>(Don't give in to paranoia, or it'll destroy ya.)</em><br><br>"It's...we're all in there," he said, recomposing himself, sucking in his breath slowly, the madness fading from his eyes.&nbsp; "All of us.&nbsp; Whatever's going on, whatever's happening...the shrink knew something about it. "<br><br>He was about to say more, but was interrupted by a terrible crash as Brazil shoved the monitor to the floor.&nbsp; He whipped back in shock as the display bounced past his feet, the LCD cracked.&nbsp; "What the FUCK?" he roared, as the blond woman stomped past him.&nbsp; With Phaedra distracting him, he hadn't been able to see the address.&nbsp; And clearly, given the current state of the ancient monitor, he wasn't going to get any more information here.&nbsp; He started after Brazil in shock, only having the presence of mind to stop and retrieve the tablet's data card from the antiquated drive.&nbsp; "Seriously, what the fuck was that?&nbsp; You do realize we're all dead unless we figure this thing out, right?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Children of Yggdrasil - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Esoteric Myobi</strong> on <strong>27-06-2012, 07:05:13</strong>
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				<hr><div align="center"><strong>Group 1</strong></div><hr><br>With the officer's departure, the prison cells slowly resumed its slow and even pace of silence. It seemed as if luck was finally with them and the day's excitement had come to an end. Down the hall, only the strained echoes of the television could be heard, broken by the occasional soft chuckle or startling guffaw from the officer on duty. <br><br>Eventually, those who were lucky enough to find the welcoming arms of sleep nestled into the silken caress of dreams -- pleasant, unpleasant, and unknown. The others, restless with their own thoughts and possibly the occasional whisper within their minds (imagined?...or not?), sleep was a luxury they could not find. <br><br>Slowly for some, and quickly for others, the hours ticked by and now only the drone of the television could be heard. Overnight, Sam's unbearably itchy wound was now a solid scab that seemed a few days old at least. Alice's twisted ankle seemed just a part of a bad dream, her ankle feeling good as new. Like Sam, Jung and Nigel's wounds were in a similar condition. <br><br>Suddenly, a low groan of metal and a familiar hiss break the slumbering quiet of the early morning. A resounding <em>click!</em> seems deafening, and the following silence stretches out endlessly in anticipation...only to be broken by a soft whir of mechanisms as the door to the high security cells slide open. Across the reinforced glass cells, William's cage for the night stood silent in response. The lock in the door refusing to budge an inch despite how the high security cells were now completely open.<br><br>Before the prisoners could speculate on the malfunction of their cells, the smug smoker's voice jarred sleepy and tired minds awake. "Well whaddya know. Guess ya better get your ass outta here while you can, eh?" The small moment of wonder in his tone is quickly replaced with a sneer. "And I was just wrappin' my mind around the idea of you frying in the chair..." <br><br>The soothing mother-like voice wove through the remnants of the smoker's sniggering. "I know it's tempting, but if you leave now what good will it do? You'll have lost any chance you had at claiming innocence. Run now and you'll have labeled yourself guilty without a doubt."<br><br>As always, the conversation...if it could be called that, was brief. Like two sides of a conscience weighing out the pros and cons of the situation. In the meantime, William, who is unable to hear any such voices and has always forever questioned his own conscience, was slowly rousing from a night of fitful sleep. <br><br>The clock down the hall reads 6:00 AM, the hushed ticking of its seconds accompanied by the soft and steady snores of the officer at the desk. The morning shift would soon be arriving in a few hours, though there are always the occasional early birds who arrive far too early for their own good. <br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Reminders</div><div class="spoiler_body">As seen in the previous post (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=133407.msg6312976#msg6312976), there is a locker room beneath the stairs at the end of the hall. It can be assumed that the locker room door is unlocked (and possibly some lockers as well), though there is always the officer at the desk to get around first.</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Children of Yggdrasil - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Esoteric Myobi</strong> on <strong>27-06-2012, 08:55:33</strong>
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				<hr><div align="center"><strong>Group 2</strong></div><hr><br>With tempers flaring and patience in short supply, the tension in the air never seems to fully dissipate for those hiding within the ramshackle deli. Their search for answers had only resulted in more questions, and now that the decrepit monitor lies broken and shattered on the floor, gleaning more information from the doctor's tablet was impossible...just as how escaping the vicinity at the moment was impossible. Despite the hours that had passed since the initial frenzy of activity at the library, the occasional crackle of police radios can still be heard from the streets and twisting alleyways. <br><br>Unable to pass the time scrutinizing and attempting to crack open more files, the group could do nothing more than settle into an uneasy silence and eventually sleep visited some while evading others. Due to how small and cramped the office upstairs is, even sharing space and the one smelly cot in the room, some may find themselves trying their luck on the first floor instead. <br><br>Eventually, the night's long hours passed uneventfully and the darkness outside slowly lightens to a drab foggy gray -- typical weather for New-New York. The soft neon glow of the digital clocks on the deli read 6:00 AM. Outside, the intermittent bursts of static that haunted the night are slowly being replaced by the sounds of morning traffic. For those who decided to rough it out on the uncomfortable floor of the deli instead of the ratty carpet of the office, another sound could soon be heard joining the steady rumble of traffic. <br><br>An off-key tune of high pitched whistles alternating with deep throated humming approached the deli. The jingling of keys accompanied the broken melody, and the silhouette of a man can be seen through the frosted glass of the deli's front entrance. Detrius, who had found himself estranged from the others and opted for the isolation of the first floor, stirred from his slumber at an insistent honking of a horn outside. The night had left him with a bloodied and broken nose, and the morning showed that while slightly crooked and bruised, there was amazingly no swelling. Blinking sleep from his eyes, he freezes at the sight of the shadow of the man at the door. Upon hearing the keys being inserted into the door's lock, he scrambled up onto his feet and dashed towards the stairs, practically tripping over the broken hacksaw in his haste. Taking two steps at a time, he pushed open the door of the office before hissing, "Wake up, someone's coming."<br><br>As the others woke, Natalie would find that the deep gash across her palm had nearly healed -- only a thin cut remained. The scratch along Tim's wrist had disappeared without a trace. <br><br>Downstairs, the man jiggles the lock a bit before the door creaks noisily open. A booted foot steps heavily inside, the hardwood floors groaning their protest with each step. An older gentleman, wearing a bright red shirt, shuffles his way into the store before closing the door and flipping the 'Closed' sign to 'Open'. Judging from the dirty clothes in the office, they fit the heavyset man perfectly. It could safely be assumed that he was the owner of the dilapidated deli. <br><br>The creaking and groaning of the floorboards could be heard from upstairs. Suddenly, an eerie silence falls. Did the owner notice their presence? Was the refrigerator door left open from Sarah's midnight snack? Had he seen the open drawer from Natalie's rummaging? Or was it simply the broken hacksaw lying on the ground? Just as suddenly as silence fell, it resumed. Yet before the group could take a breath of relief, the booted footsteps were now trudging steadily up the stairs...
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Children of Yggdrasil - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Miss Lilly</strong> on <strong>02-07-2012, 06:11:56</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.youknowyoulovefashion.com/storage/gossipgirl/season4/0404/0404blair2.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;<strong>Alice Beaumont</strong><br><strong>Age:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;35<br><strong>Crime:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Stabbing her husband 47 times<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;In jail, trying to sleep.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Everyone incarcerated<br><hr><br>Way too jittery to sleep, Alice none the less tried. To lose herself in the oblivion of slumber would be all kinds of wonderful, but it just wouldn't happen. She needed her pills, and was in a world of hurt without them.&nbsp; It was only the presence of her cell mates that stopped her pacing and climbing the walls all night.<br><br>The one advantage of being awake was that Alice knew as soon as the cell door slid open.&nbsp; Initially, she thought she was hallucinating.&nbsp; It wouldn't have been the first time she'd imagined something and thought it was real.&nbsp; And then the voices started. Bickering, as usual.&nbsp; Alice tried to ignore them - they certainly weren't above trying to trick her.&nbsp; She knew that the only way to be sure was to check for herself.&nbsp; After tiptoeing over to the clear wall, and trepidatiously venturing a few centimetres into the corridor, she was convinced that this was no dream.&nbsp; She was free.&nbsp; <strong>They</strong> were free.<br><br>For the first time in hours, Alice was shaking for a reason that didn't involve her addiction.&nbsp; She hurried back into the cell, quietly shaking the other inmates awake.&nbsp; They had to get moving. This could be their only chance for freedom.&nbsp; And Alice couldn't shake the feeling that if they stayed here in jail, they were doomed.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Children of Yggdrasil - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Niferbelle</strong> on <strong>12-07-2012, 02:18:32</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"> (http://i627.photobucket.com/albums/tt357/Niferbelle/futureponytail-1.jpg)</div><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Phaedra Leitner</strong></span><br><strong>Age:</strong> 27<br><strong>Crime:</strong> Attempted murder<br><strong>Location:</strong> Alley<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Drake, Brazil, Sarah. Natalie<br><br>Phaedra hadn't wanted to sleep. There was too much to do, too much to keep track of...not to mention the most important thing which is that she was with a bunch of strangers who were crazy and hearing voices. Who knew what their invisible friends might tell them to do to someone who was asleep and vulnerable. That she was hearing voices too was of course beside the point. She knew she wasn't going to do anything impulsive or stupid because of them but couldn't say the same about the rest of them. Yet the day got the better of it and eventually her eyes drifted shut and she dozed.<br><br>She felt a little confused upon waking to Detrius' quiet warning. She was both herself again and yet not herself, more akin again to the cold, officious woman who'd arrived at group than the confident adventurer that the chaos had unleashed. She was on her feet almost immediately, glancing around the room in alarm, already approaching the door when she heard the sound of the footsteps on the stairs. She looked to Drake then pointed at the door in alarm though there didn't seem to be anything they could do about being discovered. Panicking a little, she took up a position against the wall near the door, wanting to be the last thing the guy saw when he opened the door.&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Children of Yggdrasil - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>12-07-2012, 06:20:10</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lpwmwptLVI1qd48zvo1_500.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> <strong>Kenzie Autumn</strong><br><strong>Age:</strong> 22<br><strong>Location:</strong> Prison Cell<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Group 1<br><hr><br>Kenize had been sleeping, a dreamless sleep, perhaps because she was not very deep asleep, waking up silently every ten or twenty minutes by the recognition that where she lay was all <em>wrong</em>, her companions unusual, and her situation looking grim. To be awoken by Alice was strange, and she had almost opened her mouth to speak when she opened her eyes enough to see the open door. She immediately saw why she was awoken silently, and she tried to make as little noise as possible as she got up.<br><br>The open door was an opportunity, but if they talked too much, someone might check in on them, and that would be the end of it. She could hear snoring, and knew immediately that the guard would be sleeping at his post. A good sign, she thought. She checked the clock and realised it would probably be too early for a new shift, if that was the case, there was a chance of escape, and to find a new shirt before leaving. <br><br>Kenzie thought for a moment, and then, as quickly and quietly as she could, removed her shoes and socks, taking a few steps across the floor of their cell to make sure she wasn't making any noise. Socks were often preferred, but if it came to fight, they'd ruin the friction between her feet and the floor. Barefoot, the dust on on the floor and its smooth surface would mean that she would make almost no noise at all, if she moved carefully.<br><br>It might have been obvious, what she was planning. She had no notion that she was going to wait for the others. They weren't a team, and as far as she knew, they might not all want to leave. However, despite the argument going on between the disembodied voices in her own head, she viewed her own choices as fairly narrow. Whatever was going on, it wasn't the legal process, and she had no intention of subjecting herself to it.<br><br>She put a hand on Alice's shoulder, and moved close so she could whisper in her ear.<br><br>"I'm getting out of here," she said, just barely breathing the words, "keep everyone quiet, and I'll go take care of the guard..."<br><br>With that, Kenzie left the cell, walking deliberately, and slowly, making as little noise as possible. She started to make her way down the hall toward the sounds of snoring. She had no idea how she'd have to take care of him, but she knew she probably could. Police were trained, but not as well as she was. If she got close enough before he awoke, she could kill him fairly easily, but she'd have to wait to see if it was possible to avoid doing so. Not that she cared much for his life, but it would be better for her, if she could restrain him, but that would depend on keeping him quiet. Still, she'd have to wait and see what could be done. Her time making her way down the hall was the first time she'd ever wanted whatever it was that made her do what she'd done to take over again. She hadn't had these thoughts when she'd done that, or she couldn't remember having them. A little bit of ice cold brutality, would help her escape immensely. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Children of Yggdrasil - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WendySlaveGirl</strong> on <strong>12-07-2012, 21:14:18</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://imagecache6.allposters.com/LRG/37/3749/PCCZF00Z.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Sarah Black<br><strong>Age:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;20<br><strong>Crime:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Burning down an art gallery<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Deli, upstairs<br><strong>Tagging:&nbsp; Phaedra, anyone upstairs</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;-<br><hr><br>Sarah had oddly enough fallen asleep pretty easily. Ever since she was a little girl she had been lucky enough to be the type of person who could nod off no matter what situation she was in. The downside was that she was a heavy sleeper and so it took her a bit longer than Phaedra to wake up. She stood slowly, blinking, rubbing at her eyes and froze when she realized what the sounds on the stairs were and Detrius's words penetrated her foggy brain. She glanced around and saw Phaedra look at Drake then point to the door. She frowned, worried that Drake would attack whoever was coming up the stairs. <br><br>She only had a few moments and she took a breath, a desperate plan forming. She undid the top buttons on her shirt and did her best to make her smallish cleavage look a little more impressive. She mussed her hair and quietly spit into her hand. She reached up and used the spit to make her eye makeup wet and dragged it down. Her eyes weren't red but she hoped whoever was coming up wouldn't notice. She also hoped it was a guy as he'd be more likely to be distracted than a woman would. She moved quickly to the door and opened it, stepping out and moving down the stairs. She mostly closed the door behind her but left it cracked just enough that the others would be able to hear. When she saw the man coming up the stairs she did her best to look terrified (which wasn't hard) and gave him a pleading look.<br><br>"Mister, I'm sorry I broke in here but there were some scary people out and about last night and I wanted a place to hide. Please, I'll find a way to fix any damage I did or anything I broke." She let her voice catch like she was on the verge of tears and gave him her best pathetic, scared young woman look.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Children of Yggdrasil - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DudelRok</strong> on <strong>14-07-2012, 13:55:13</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> <span style="font-size: 16pt;" class="bbc_size">William</span><br><strong>Age:</strong> 17<br><strong>Crime:</strong> Wrong Place, Wrong Time<br><strong>Location:</strong> Prison Cell Opposite Group 1<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Group 1, Kenzie specifically<br><br><hr><br>Perhaps one of the few who got a full nights sleep was William. Being locked up for the night was not exactly a new thing for William, and neither were threats, but some of those threats were so much worse than normal. Evil, so William thought to himself in a dream, felt inappropriate to what these policemen where. Demonic, so did William continue in his way, was closer but gave too much power. So, if one was to argue it, maybe William's rest was not the best it could be.<br><br>Of course a nights rest is only as good as morning breakfast, so that meant a horrible night sleep as there was no breakfast. There was only an echo of clicks and then whispers. The word "escape" fluttered itself to William's ears and the once sleeping teen woke like a dead man being blasted with a bolt of lightning.<br><br>“Huh, what?” Eyes still heavy as the fog of sleep clouded the sight in that way, “What’s going- Oh, what the fuck!!” Quickly standing and running to the bars of his cell, William shot a very harsh glare to the now escaping group. “That’s bullshit,” A harsh whisper, but really a yell under his breath, “You’ll find a way to get me out or I’m screaming my fucking head off. I’m not getting stuck with more blame of more shit I didn’t do! I’ll fucking do it. You know I can get loud. I’ll rattle my cage and shit fire if I have to.” William continued from there, using a few choice expletives and curses based around the motif of sex and feces.<br><br><br><hr><hr><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Group 2</span><br><br>MEANWHILE, in a Deil/Butcher Shop, an older gentleman who just so happened to own said Deli/Butcher Shop was met with what appeared to be a crying young lady with cleavage apparent, who was of a certain alternative style. At first there was anger, but tears and breasts do things to a man. “Come to Uncle Saul, and he’ll get everything straightened out.” The large deli-owner reached out and took the poor thing’s wrist, guiding her back down the stairs. “We’ll call the police together and explain everything so that you don’t get in trouble, and I get my door repaired by my insurance. How does that sound?” Saul’s eyes squinted, and grip upon Sarah tightened, “Or you’re lying! Are you lying, sweet-thing? Sweet little one’s shouldn’t lie!”
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Children of Yggdrasil - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Remiel</strong> on <strong>15-07-2012, 01:42:07</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img819.imageshack.us/img819/3311/filmnoir3.jpg)</div><strong>Drake Holland</strong><br><strong>Age:</strong> 35<br><strong>Crime:</strong> Aggravated assault, torture, attempted murder<br><strong>Location:</strong> 2nd floor, Deli<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Brazil, Phaedra, Sarah<br><hr>Drake had been about to follow Blondie down the stairs out into the alley.&nbsp; Her little temper tantrum with the monitor meant that she was the only one who knew where Dr. Hudgeworth lived.&nbsp; While he may or may not have been able to extract the information from the tablet's data card,&nbsp; he couldn't afford to take the chance.&nbsp; So it meant that, like it or not, Blondie was stuck with him until they could break into the shrink's office or house and get some goddamn answers.<br><br>However, he froze when the sound of a police C.B. crackled up from outside, the chatter inaudible except for the occasional cop code.&nbsp; He shuffled over to the nearest window and peeked out; to his dismay, he saw the telltale discs of light as sections of the alley were lit up by flashlights.&nbsp; Frozen by fear, he could do nothing but wait as the cops inevitably drew closer...<br><br>He waited.&nbsp; And waited.&nbsp; And there was still no footstep in the deli below, no barked order to come out with his hands up.&nbsp; &nbsp;What the hell was going on?&nbsp; Did they not see the bashed-in door, the yawning hole?&nbsp; Drake was left to simply wonder in bewilderment.&nbsp; He felt like a man on the ocean on a life preserver, safe from the sharks around him but nevertheless trapped by them, forced to wait and float as he watched the telltale grey fins circle around...and around...and around...<br><br>He wasn't even aware that he had nodded off until he noticed the dreary grey light of day filter into the tiny room.&nbsp; Had he seriously fallen asleep?&nbsp; Yawning, rubbing his eyes, he staggered to his feet.&nbsp; Apparently he had been dozing against the wall, slumped against it in a sitting position.&nbsp; He couldn't remember passing out, and that distinct lack of memory chafed at his already frayed nerves.&nbsp; He glanced at some of the others, who were also appearing to be in various stages of waking up.<br><br>"Wake up," said Detrius. "Someone's coming."&nbsp; And, sure enough, there was the telltale of the rattle of a key in a lock--obviously the <em>front</em> door--followed shortly by the sound of footsteps.&nbsp; Was it the police?&nbsp; No, Drake couldn't hear any more radio chatter or sirens.&nbsp; Then he saw Phaedra mouthing something and pointing to the door, which confirmed it.&nbsp; They were about to be discovered.<br><br>Driven to action by panic, he quickly looked around the room for a weapon.&nbsp; The only thing available seemed to be an ancient glass lamp, a relic, kept more for novelty value than for its ability to illuminate.&nbsp; Drake ripped off the lampshade, jerked out the cord, and held it by the stem, wielding it like a club.&nbsp; It was an unwieldy weapon, but it had a good solid metal base--with force, it could easily bludgeon someone's skull in.&nbsp; He stood by the opposite side of the door from Phaedra, ready to smash the thing over the head of whoever came through.&nbsp; &nbsp;He had no grievance against the deli's owner, but he simply couldn't be discovered.&nbsp; Not until he knew what the fuck was going on with the voices.<br><br>Fortunately, the goth kid had a much better idea.&nbsp; &nbsp; She mussed herself up, smearing her makeup, and pushed past him.&nbsp; Drake&nbsp; heard her spin her sob story, and found himself genuinely impressed.&nbsp; For a moment, he felt the butterfly of hope flutter within his rib cage.<br><br>Unfortunately, the guy didn't appear to be buying it.&nbsp; &nbsp;The butterfly shriveled and died, and he tightened his grip on the lamp.&nbsp; &nbsp;He held his breath, waiting to hear what Sarah said next.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Children of Yggdrasil - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>bubby</strong> on <strong>15-07-2012, 03:33:46</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/8a/Black-and-white-blonde-eyes-girl-hair-lips-Favim.com-66962_large.jpg)</div> <br>&nbsp;<strong>Name:</strong>Brazil King<br>&nbsp;<strong>Crime:</strong> Attempted Patricide<br>&nbsp;<strong>Location:</strong> Deli <br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagged:</strong>All of Group 2<br><br><br><hr><br><br><br>Brazil had sat out the night staring out the window. First she had been standing, all stoic and unmoving, but eventually she'd had to admit that she was so very tired. Her legs had dared to give out on her, and she had sunk down to settle at the floor in front of the window, knees drawn up, chin resting atop, arms wrapping around her legs. And though she was so very tired, and she knew the others around her had dozed throughout the night, sleep had alluded her completely. <br><br>Insomnia wasn't new to Brazil.<br><br>She tried so very hard to shut the thoughts off in her mind, but the voice wouldn't shut the fuck up. Normal, but so very... murderously annoying. So it was that the night passed for this odd duck, not really belonging with this group, but so very enmeshed now. About half way through the night, still staring out the window, she had begun to mantra to herself the address that only she had seen. She was forming an escape plan, one that meant simply bolting from this fucking hole and leaving these pathetic bits of humanity behind, especially Drake. He was the main one she was worried about. The goth girl was too stupid to understand what had happened, but Drake had been right over her shoulder the moment she had gleaned the Doc's information. And so her mind was still stuck on exactly what her next move was going to be, until her reverie was broken by the sound of an arrival..<br><br>Her head whipped up, and with her legs protesting she rose from her perch, instantly alert. As it had through the entire night, her mind was simply on how the fuck she was going to get out of the deli, even as it seemed that the others of the group had their own ideas on how to deal with the new situation. Phaedra was trying to get Drake to post by the door with her, and Sarah? Stupid bitch decided to go all slut. Really? Tits and tears? Brazil slid her eyes between Phaedra and Drake as every but of her instincts screamed to react, even as her ears caught the words of the obvious deli manager. He was dangerous. He was going to hurt the stupid girl. He was calling Sarah a liar..<br><br>With a growled curse Brazil would make her decision. Sure strides would carry her into the small bathroom, the same one the princess had been in the night earlier. Without another thought her fist would connect with the mirror, shattering pieces into the sink with a crash. The biggest slice would find itself within a bloodied fist, and 'Blondie' was streaking passed Drake and Phaedra at the door, tearing down the stairs towards Sarah and the man who had the girls wrist. With a yell Brazil launched herself at the fat man, taking in his wide eyed surprise even as one hand grasped him by his shirt front, and the other clutching the broken piece of mirror slammed it into one of his oh so surprised eyes.<br><br>Blood spurted, blood flowed. The man screamed and fell back, Brazil falling alongside him only to scramble up again. With a quick glance over a leather clad shoulder, blue eyes surrounded in thick blood, she would glance at Sarah, then whoever was watching from the top of the stairs. Without a word she dashed out the door, once again a certain address dancing through her mind.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Children of Yggdrasil - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>18-07-2012, 05:14:38</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lpwmwptLVI1qd48zvo1_500.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> <strong>Kenzie Autumn</strong><br><strong>Age:</strong> 22<br><strong>Location:</strong> Corridor Between Cells<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Group 1, William<br><hr><br>Kenzie put her hand to her forehead when she heard William speak. She moved over to his cell as quickly as she thought she could, quietly.<br><br>"Shut the fuck up," she breathed, "I'll try to get you out. But if you get us caught with your big mouth, nobody is going anywhere."<br><br>She'd said it, as a promise, at least in her own way of speaking, so she knew she'd have to do it. She imagined there was probably a door release control somewhere, their door had opened so the cells had to be automatic in some way. Also, she hoped the guard would have a key, in any case, she needed to be sure William would be quiet before she tried to take care of him.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Children of Yggdrasil - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DudelRok</strong> on <strong>22-07-2012, 17:03:02</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> <span style="font-size: 16pt;" class="bbc_size">William</span><br><strong>Age:</strong> 17<br><strong>Crime:</strong> Wrong Place, Wrong Time<br><strong>Location:</strong> Prison Cell Opposite Group 1<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Group 1, Kenzie specifically<br><br><hr><br>Eyes squinting, William wasn't sure he entirely believed Kenzie's words, but the young guy was left with little option but to deal with the situation as it was given to him. "You fucking better," William started out, pointing accusingly at Kenzie, "I'm in this shit with the lot of you crazies," That same finger quickly gesturing to the others, "And I ain't gonna let you throw me under the fucking bus."<br><br><hr><hr><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">GM Notes</div><div class="spoiler_body">---Kenzie should be stealthy enough to sneak up on the guard, but one wrong move will mean a fight and the guard has strict orders to use any means necessary. The guard would pose little problem for Kenzi should she try and subdue him, but if approached incorrectly the guard may awaken and alert others, however few others there may be.<br><br>---Brazil's hasty actions stir the curiosities of a cop posted nearby who slowly works his way to the Deli entrance after hearing the deli manager's gurgled his last words for help. Sarah's wrist is bruised. The freshly fallen soot-like snow will make running and walking tricky, ice has accumulated in many places. Brazil can not risk walking to her destination, especially since it is so far, and must seek out the trains that wind through the city. Luckily, a Sky-rail Station is 3 blocks away. Unluckily, that station is an obvious camping spot for police.</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Children of Yggdrasil - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Loves</strong> on <strong>23-07-2012, 18:14:11</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://cdn1.gossipcenter.com/sites/default/files/imagecache/story_header/photos/natalie-portman-topless-ad-dior.jpg)</div> <br><strong>Name:</strong> <span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Natalie Brewster</span><br><strong>Age:</strong> 19<br><strong>Crime:</strong>&nbsp; acquitted of first degree murder by&nbsp; reason of insanity<br><strong>Location:</strong> Inside the Deli,&nbsp; the small office, second floor<br><strong>Tagged:</strong>&nbsp; Group 2, Sarah, Drake and Brazil<br><br><br><hr><br><br>Natalie had remained quiet during the computer search. Her mind had been consumed with the images of what had taken place in the bathroom. She knew it had to be a hallucination, though that didn’t seem to help ease her worried mind. First voices and now she was seeing things? Maybe…just maybe she was going crazy. Natalie couldn’t help but wish she was back in her small room with the bars on the windows and the doors that locked from the outside. Sure, she was contained but at least she wouldn’t harm anyone. Besides, that’s what they did to crazy people right? <br><br>Moving to a corner of the room, Natalie slid against the wall, falling into a tight ball with her hands wrapped around her bent knees. She pulled them close to her body forming a tight ball and rested her head on her knees. She wouldn’t cry, not with the tough looking blonde in the room to ridicule her for showing signs of weakness.&nbsp; Natalie might be crazy but she wasn’t stupid. She knew how people perceived her.&nbsp; She had been taken care of all of her life. Every choice for every detail down to what she would be wearing each morning had been taken from her. Not because she was incapable of making a choice. Natalie simply hadn’t been given the chance to think for herself, and now with the voices controlling her every thought, it seemed she might never get the chance to show exactly what she was capable of.<br><br>Those who underestimated her, labeling her from appearance alone, would never see the strength of her will. She was a dancer and a damn good one. That took strength in both body and mind and a commitment that many would have not have had the presence of mind to carry out. Dancing had been her entire life. It was all that she knew. Natalie had been more surprised with the turn of events leading to her arrest than the people that had thought they knew her. She was once looked upon with admiration for her superb dancing skills and now, now she was pitied. <em>Poor Natalie, sweet child couldn’t take the pressure. She was pushed too hard from such an early age. It was only a matter of time.</em>&nbsp; Were they right? Had she been a ticking time bomb? The questions never seemed to stop, building higher and higher until there was nothing left for her to do but to close off her mind and drift into the sweet numbness of unconsciousness. <br><br>Natalie wasn’t sure how long she had been asleep but the morning had not brought with it clarity or a bright side to the situation she had not found herself in.&nbsp; Her worried brown eyes took in the others, noting the tension in Phaedra and Drake. Brazil looked as pissed off as she had the night before and Sarah….what was she doing? Natalie watched as the goth girl worked at creating the image of a frightened and helpless girl. She couldn’t help but wonder if Sarah had been the best one out of them for that role. Natalie was the performer. She was the one that looked the most innocent. <em>So say so!</em> <br><br>Natalie moved as if to stand, paused and then slowly got to her feet. By the time she had made up her mind to suggest she go instead, Sarah had left the room and was already talking to the invader, or were they the invaders? Natalie’s mind was so muddled by the time the man began accusing Sarah of lying she couldn’t tell what was up and what was down. <em>That should have been me! Had I just gone instead he would haven’t had a doubt in his mind that I was telling the truth!</em><br><br>To make things worse Brazil stormed out of the room, disappearing to god knows where. <strong>”I don’t think she’s going to make things much better”</strong> Natalie whispered as she moved closer to Drake. She paused half way across the room and gasped, realizing for the first time that morning that there was another member missing from their ragtag group. <strong>”Where’s the big guy? What if they know? What if he told them!”</strong> She could feel the panic rise, taking over what little reasoning she had left inside her mind. Acting on the instinct of flight, Natalie bolted for the door. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Children of Yggdrasil - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Remiel</strong> on <strong>23-07-2012, 21:40:15</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img819.imageshack.us/img819/3311/filmnoir3.jpg)</div><strong>Drake Holland</strong><br><strong>Age:</strong> 35<br><strong>Crime:</strong> Aggravated assault, torture, attempted murder<br><strong>Location:</strong> 2nd floor, Deli<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Brazil, Natalie<br><hr>Drake tensed up, readying the lamp as he took a breath and held it.&nbsp; &nbsp;He had nothing whatsoever against the gentleman who owned the place, but he couldn't be allowed to raise the alarm.&nbsp; He simply couldn't.&nbsp; There was too much at stake, now; finding out what was happening was simply too important.&nbsp; He would certainly regret it, but he had to make sure the old man was out of commission.&nbsp; With any luck whatsoever, Drake would simply knock him unconscious, and he would suffer nothing worse than a concussion.&nbsp; Of course, Drake knew that this sort of thing rarely ever worked the way it did in the movies, and there was a chance that a blow to the skull would, well, kill him.&nbsp; Drake hoped not; he was no killer.&nbsp; He wasn't.&nbsp; He couldn't be.&nbsp; He simply couldn't.&nbsp; Once you surrendered yourself to that abyss, there was no turning back: you were damned.<br><br>Leave it to Blondie to make the decision for him.&nbsp; When she shattered the mirror, the loud, violent noise made him jump, and he stared at her accusingly.&nbsp; "Are you out of your <em>mind</em>?"&nbsp; he grunted at her as she stormed past.&nbsp; What was she--oh no, no, she couldn'tpossiblybeabouttodowhatitlookedlike OH GOD.<br><br>"Jesus! Jesus Christ!" he moaned as the guy went down, screaming, spurting blood all over the place from his ravaged eye socket.&nbsp; He stared at Brazil in complete and utter horror.&nbsp; The bitch had just <em>stabbed</em> the old man without a second thought.&nbsp; In the <em>eye</em>.&nbsp; Okay, sure, there was a fine line between what she did and what Drake himself was going to do, but holy shit!&nbsp; She'd done it without hesitation, without thinking, to an old man who was assuredly someone's husband, someone's father, maybe even grandfather, whose only crime had been being in the wrong place at the wrong time.&nbsp; A cold ripple surged down his spine as he continued to stare at the blond woman, realizing that she had just outed herself as a stone-cold killer.&nbsp; Had she succumbed to the subliminal brainwashing?&nbsp; Was she only the first among them that would do so?&nbsp; Or was she a psychopath bitch from the get go?<br><br>In shock, he staggered forward.&nbsp; The poor old guy was bleating and whimpering now, his face a bloody mess.&nbsp; Drake wanted to do something for him, but had no idea what.&nbsp; &nbsp;He was likely beyond all help.&nbsp; "Hang in there," he whispered.&nbsp; "I'll call an ambulance."&nbsp; &nbsp;It was dumb, but what else could he do?&nbsp; The fellow was likely a goner.<br><br>A new thought struck him; what if someone else came into the shop?&nbsp; The door was likely unlocked now.&nbsp; Say a customer entered the store, saw the store's owner lying on the ground in a pool of blood, surrounded by a handful of strangers.&nbsp; He knelt down, slipping his arms underneath the man's arms, tried to drag him out of view.&nbsp; There had to be a pantry, a closet or something.&nbsp; He glanced at Natalie as she bolted past.&nbsp; "The door! Lock the door!" he implored her.&nbsp; <br><br>Meanwhile, Blondie was storming out.&nbsp; "Hey!" Drake shouted.&nbsp; "Don't you fucking go anywhere!"&nbsp; he snarled.&nbsp; Ice cold killer or not, she still was the only one with the vital information.&nbsp; She could not be allowed to leave them behind.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Children of Yggdrasil - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WendySlaveGirl</strong> on <strong>23-07-2012, 22:35:31</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://imagecache6.allposters.com/LRG/37/3749/PCCZF00Z.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Sarah Black<br><strong>Age:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;20<br><strong>Crime:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Burning down an art gallery<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Deli, upstairs<br><strong>Tagging:&nbsp; Drake, rest of group 2</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;-<br><hr><br>It all happened so fast. Sarah was pretty sure that the man was going to try to blackmail her into sex. She didn't want to do it but the alternatives were a lot worse. Oddly, her biggest worry was what the others would think of her. Then Brazil was there. At first Sarah was glad. Brazil wasn't so bad after all. She was going to tell the man to leave her alone! But...then blood, screams of pain and Brazil ran past. Sarah looked down at her wrist in a daze, she could still feel the man's grip there. She blinked as Drake walked up and grabbed the man. She heard his orders to someone else but she stared at the man in shock. She shook her head, snapping out of her daze and made a decision. She moved quickly to the man and ripped one of his sleeves off. She glared at Drake then reached down and pulled the sliver of glass out of the man's eye socket. He was bleeding a lot but maybe...<br><br>She wrapped the torn piece of the man's own sleeve around his head, then took his hand and put it over the ruined eye. "Hold it on. Try to slow the bleeding. I'm sorry....I never wanted this..." She turned then and walked to the kitchen. She grabbed a small knife, wrapped a rag around the blade,&nbsp; and slid it into one of her boots then looked back over her shoulder. "Come on, we can't let her get away, she has the information and doesn't give a shit about us or anyone else. She'll leave us..." She turned then and followed Brazil out of the door. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Children of Yggdrasil - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Moon Hound Hati</strong> on <strong>23-07-2012, 23:58:39</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img818.imageshack.us/img818/2395/samatclashofthetitanslo.jpg)</div><br><br><strong>Name:</strong> <span style="font-size: 16pt;" class="bbc_size">Sam Washington</span><br><strong>Age:</strong> 28<br><strong>Crime:</strong> Beat his senior officer to death with a heavy duty stapler from the L.A.P.D.'s copy room while singing the national anthem.<br><strong>Location:</strong> Prison Cell<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Group 1, Kenzie, William<br><br><br><hr><br>Seated in the corner of the cell, with his shoulder leaning against the transparent wall separating the prisoners from the freedom they wished for, was a barely sleeping Sam Washington. The constant concerns over his fate, as well as the prickling pain of his fleshwound, kept pulling him back just as he was about to doze off. He could do with a cup of coffee now to ward off this drained feeling, but prisoners weren't usually granted such small luxuries <del>&nbsp; &nbsp;</del> especially if they're in the high security cell and already convicted once for a serious felony.<br><br>A low groan of shifting metal, followed by resounding click, caught his attention. Raising his head, he raised his heavy feeling eyelids to discover the door to their cell to be wide open. Hearing voices in his head again, he simply blinked and remained seated, unsure if this was just a nasty dream or reality.<br><br>His cellmates took note of the same event, slipping out into the hallway quietly one by one. Deciding it was now or never<del>&nbsp; &nbsp; </del>or rather, the electric chair, Sam scrambled to his feet. With a barely suppressed, anxious breathing, he poked his head out into the hallway, looking left and right to see if there were any policemen about. When all seemed clear, he fell in line with rainbow-haired girl and the whiny, snotnosed boy from the cell across the hall.<br><br>The girl went ahead, with the promise of disabling the unaware guard up ahead. Sam didn't stop her. He couldn't do it himself right now. He'd surely grunt in pain by accident if he tried to approach the policeman. Hopefully she wouldn't screw things up. Going back to the cell wasn't too appealing.<br><br><strong>"If you don't quit your whining soon I'll run you over with that bus myself,"</strong> he hissed at William. If only his former colleagues back in LA could see him now. Little of the man once nicknamed the boyscout among policemen was present inside Sam Washington right now. It was funny how quickly dire circumstances could bring out a whole nother side in a man.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Children of Yggdrasil - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PeacethatPowerbrings</strong> on <strong>24-07-2012, 02:08:15</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lpwmwptLVI1qd48zvo1_500.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> <strong>Kenzie Autumn</strong><br><strong>Age:</strong> 22<br><strong>Location:</strong> Corridor Between Cells<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Group 1, William<br><hr><br>Kenzie put her finger up to her lips, and then put out her open palm to indicate that the rest of them should be quiet, and remain where they were. While she was fairly certain their noise thus far had caused no alarm, she needed them to be as quiet as possible as she made her way toward the guard. She started walking, fairly deliberately, and quietly, making sure to move slowly enough to avoid touching the cells on either side, or making an undue noise with her feet.<br><br>It would not take her long to approach the guard. She would need to think quickly, she knew, once he came into view. There were a few ways of quickly and quietly disabling an opponent, especially one taken by surprise, but not all of them were possible in all situations.<br><br>It was the first time she could remember consciously considering doing great physical harm to someone. It occurred to her that it would be far better were the guard not to wake up again, once she'd dealt with him, but killing him would change the situation, she thought, even if he was a person whose existence she didn't care for. William was another problem, seemingly erratic, but not necessarily unreasonable. Their escape, she knew would likely have condemned him, even if his coming along seemed to hurt their chances of getting out undetected. 'Bridges when you come to them,' she said to herself, creeping forward.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Children of Yggdrasil - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Loves</strong> on <strong>24-07-2012, 07:10:18</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://cdn1.gossipcenter.com/sites/default/files/imagecache/story_header/photos/natalie-portman-topless-ad-dior.jpg)</div> <br><strong>Name:</strong> <span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Natalie Brewster</span><br><strong>Age:</strong> 19<br><strong>Crime:</strong>&nbsp; acquitted of first degree murder by&nbsp; reason of insanity<br><strong>Location:</strong> Inside the Deli, watching a man bleed to death isn't pretty<br><strong>Tagged:</strong>&nbsp; Group 2,&nbsp; &nbsp;Drake <br><br><br><hr><br><br>Natalie came to a skidding stop in front of the door. She could have ripped it open.&nbsp; She could have escaped and taken her chances outside in the dreary morning that, in all honesty, did not look much different from the grey, depressing night she had somehow lived through.&nbsp; She could have left like Brazil and now Sarah, but she didn’t.&nbsp; Letting out a long and weary sigh Natalie extended a shaky hand and turned the lock and deadbolts as Drake had requested before moving quickly towards the windows to pull the shades low, keeping curious eyes from peering in. <br><br>Padding cautiously back into the kitchen, Natalie refused to look at man bleeding for fear the voices might go off on some crazed rant. Instead she focused on Drake. <strong>”I …I locked the door and pulled the blinds. But...what...what if someone gets suspicious? I mean, if the store is normally open and it’s not… won’t they call the police anyway?”</strong>&nbsp; Nervously Natalie stood, wringing her fingers and nibbling on her bottom lip. She couldn’t help but wish for Sam for what seemed the hundredth time since they had been separated. <br><br>Her soft brown eyes filled with compassion as she finally gave way to her consciousness and looked down upon the older man. Though she had to soon look away, unable to deal with the blood, Natalie had felt remorse for Brazil’s actions. <strong>”Maybe…”</strong> Natalie began, quietly offering an option that might help them as a group to escape the shop before suspicion landed on their doorstep. <strong>”Maybe he has a car? We should look for his keys…if he came to work using a car we could….borrow it.”</strong>&nbsp; She was unable to bring herself to admit that they would in fact be stealing the car. Natalie’s suggestion wasn’t all that bad when compared to the violent attack Brazil had handed out, but it was still wrong. <br><br><strong>”We could phone or an ambulance before we leave….maybe…maybe he might make it if they reach him in time. If we had a car we could find the others, or get there first?”</strong>&nbsp; Wherever there might be, Natalie wasn’t all together sure. The only thing she knew was that she was alone with Drake in a deli with a man bleeding to death and should someone find them, they would be left holding the bag. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Children of Yggdrasil - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Niferbelle</strong> on <strong>26-07-2012, 08:01:23</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"> (http://i627.photobucket.com/albums/tt357/Niferbelle/futureponytail-1.jpg)</div><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Phaedra Leitner</strong></span><br><strong>Age:</strong> 27<br><strong>Crime:</strong> Attempted murder<br><strong>Location:</strong> Alley<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Drake, Natalie<br><br>Phaedra had wanted to stay out of sight but when everyone else rushed downstairs, she had a momentary panic of being left behind and followed suit. She almost wished she hadn't at the sight of the man bleeding from the eye and of the blonde and Sarah running out of the building. At least Drake was still there and this Natalie girl appeared to be keeping her wits.<br><br>"Yes, we should call an ambulance for him when we leave," she agreed, almost primly, standing in the doorway as if loathe to enter the room and the drama therein. "If he has a car and we take it, the cops will trace us with it."<br><br>She looked at the overweight deli owner again, unable to look away from the suffering. Or the blood. Even if he'd been about to try to take advantage of Sarah, who had been very clever in her approach, there were better ways to handle it."What on earth is wrong with that woman? I hope Sarah is careful. Perhaps we should let blondie go her own way, we don't need the trouble she brings. Or was she the only one with a line on information?"<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Children of Yggdrasil - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DudelRok</strong> on <strong>27-07-2012, 17:31:42</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> <span style="font-size: 16pt;" class="bbc_size">William</span><br><strong>Age:</strong> 17<br><strong>Crime:</strong> Wrong Place, Wrong Time<br><strong>Location:</strong> Prison Cell Opposite Group 1<br><strong>Tagged:</strong> Group 1, Kenzie specifically<br><br><hr><br>"Fuck you, Orange." That's all William had to say to Sam, and Sam's bullshit wasn't going to stand. William didn't trust these people, especially Mr. Orange. That guy not only seemed like the type who really would throw Will under said bus, but had directly threatened exactly that. No, not today! William was <strong>not</strong> going to be stuck behind metal and watch these assholes escape with the full knowledge that when the morning shift took over for the overnight that there would be all kinds of hell to pay. William would make these people get him out by following through with his threat. "Hey, guy! Guard! GUARD! THEY GOT OUT!"<br><br>Quickly, then, back to a whisper as the guard William addressed quickly sat up and placed hand to weapon holster, did words get spoken, "Now find the damn open button and let me out or I'll scream even louder." Amusingly, it was as if William knew Kenzie would have no trouble in dispatching the guard, as there was still that assumption of escape to his tone.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Children of Yggdrasil - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WendySlaveGirl</strong> on <strong>29-07-2012, 19:21:57</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatleft">(http://imagecache6.allposters.com/LRG/37/3749/PCCZF00Z.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Sarah Black<br><strong>Age:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;20<br><strong>Crime:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Burning down an art gallery<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;Deli doorway<br><strong>Tagging:&nbsp; &nbsp;group 2</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp;-<br><hr><br>Sarah paused as she realized the others hadn't come out of the door. She sort of assumed they'd all flee but they weren't. She could still see Brazil, she had the information but..well, saying Brazil was dangerous and unpredictable didn't come close to describing the situation. She hesitated then moved back to the deli door and poked her head inside. "Guys? Are we leaving or what? I'm...uhhh...not sure I'm going alone with blondie." She shivered as she looked over at the deli owner whose day had definitely gotten bad in a hurry!
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Children of Yggdrasil - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>bubby</strong> on <strong>01-08-2012, 22:30:11</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/8a/Black-and-white-blonde-eyes-girl-hair-lips-Favim.com-66962_large.jpg)</div> <br>&nbsp;<strong>Name:</strong>Brazil King<br>&nbsp;<strong>Crime:</strong> Attempted Patricide<br>&nbsp;<strong>Location:</strong> Alley outside of deli<br>&nbsp;<strong>Tagged:</strong> Drake, Sarah (rest of group)<br><br><hr><br><br>The bark of Drake's order for her to stop did cause Brazil to do that, if but momentarily. She skidded on the dirty ice to a stop just outside the deli door, in the alley, whipping around to glare. She'd barely heard the words everyone had spoken, for her mind was on one thing right&nbsp; now.<br><br>Getting the fuck out of the goddamn rat trap the was in.<br><br>Her eyes would rake over all she could see within the door, her mind racing. Had they not heard what the bastard had said to Sarah? Had they not seen the gleam in his nasty eye, the leer on his disgusting mouth? Brazil knew that leer, those words, that filthy intent. She'd taken care of the last one, and now she'd done the same here. Removed lecherous bastards from the face of the planet. The fact that the others weren't getting it at first made her want to scream at them, make them understand...<br><br>… but the sound of police radios instantly broke through the red haze of rage in her mind, gritting her teeth as her bloodied hands curled into fists. Pointing a finger at Drake she would hiss out a retort.<br><br><strong> “ FUCK YOU! You don't get to tell me what the fuck to do dickwad!”</strong><br><br>Throwing her hands in the air, glancing over her shoulder to the end of the alley and freedom only to turn back and glare at everyone again. One more try. <br><br><strong> “ Don't you all get it? We can't stay here! It's a fucking trap! I'm fucking leaving. If you want to follow me then fine, but I swear I'm not going to babysit any of you!”</strong><br><br>Why had she just done that? Even she didn't know. One part of her thought she'd be better off getting through the maze of cops by herself, the other pondered that working together would be more prudent. She was confused and pissed, and just wanted this nightmare to be over. With a snarl, Brazil would turn away from the deli and those gathered within and scramble down the alley, knowing that the state of the streets wouldn't allow her to make it on foot. <br><br>She had to make it to the train station.<br>
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