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| Bane the Bull Frog | Dec 5 2010, 05:35 AM Post #1 |
Well Aint That About A b*tch!?...
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Prison... A place for Criminals or the Innocent? A place of Rehabilitation or Torture? A place for Wrong Doers or Wrongly accused? Theres no way to tell anymore. Fortback prison. The most secure prison on the surface of mobius where the socially condemned are thrown, even those with no life to sustain. Prison itself has built a hierarchy of socialites. The Warden, a gentle but strong hearted fat man sat at the top with the former gang bosses who have purchased their way to the top. After that its the gaurds and officer, acting like pigs as they take advantage of their positions shared with the higher crime comiters such as rapests and murders. After such dogs comes the thieves and muggers aswell as the mentally unstable, theres no telling what they'll do. And lastly comes the Staff of the prison aswell as the pensioners and community workers. I fit in the last category, I'm nothing but a Constrution man building crap holes for my cell mates. Dont you wonder how i ended up here? Sometimes i ask myself the same thing. My name is Bane, And I am a Murderer... Okay, its been a while since i have done an Rp so bare with me... Bio-sheet Name: Age:Can be a pensioner, teenager etc. Gender: Species: What animal are you? Crime:What crime was comitted? Rightly accused:Yes/no? Alignment: Good/Neutral/Evil? Odd question, I know, But you could be wrongly accused or actually be rehabilitated. Sentence:How long are you sentenced? Former Specialities/abilities: What abilities do you possess Back-story: Explain how you ended up in the prison, can include life story if needed. You are allowed 2 characters max. According to the hierarchy every one starts at the bottom and works them selves up. Later in the story the plot will become clear and sides will need to be chosen so stay sharp. There may also be some cameo appearances by canon characters. We'll start after a few people have joined. My Bio-Data Sheets... Name: Bane Age: 21 Gender: Male Species: BullFrog Crime: 15 Assaults, Murder Rightly accused: Yes Sentence: Life/25 years Former Specialities/Abilities: Bulk up- on the brink of death, Banes body Becomes pumped with adrenaline and his muscles double in size. In this form his Speech becomes slurred and he is uncontrollable. Duration 4 posts. Shout- A mega decibal Croak that shake the heavens and the earth. Much like a sonic boom, can be a very linear attack/offense. Spring jump: Banes legs coil slightly and bend at their hinges, after a few seconds charge, he can jump nearly 30ft high. Natural ability-Being a bull frog, Bane has an extremely long tongue aswell as stretchy and damp skin. His strength is quite high as well as his jump hieght. Back-story: Bane has had a rough childhood as he was orphaned at the age of 8. Having no kin to go to, resulting in no home, Bane fell through the crack in the system making him live on the streets.Bane pick pocketed and muged people in his early teens but as soon as he hit 15 he realised his potential. After a failed Mugging, Bane was beaten nearly half to death resulting in his adrenaline shock (Bulk up). He arose much bigger and knocked out the assaulters and nearly killed half of them. After this event he took up fighting, he got a buzz out of the pain he felt and the pain he inflicted. Bane was a respected street fighter until He went to far. His last fight made him transform as he Bulk up once again into a monsterous thing, He then absolutely crushed his opponent, murdering him without a second thought. Bane then came to his senses and something clicked inside, his concious kicked in and he realised what he had done. At the time of the incident, the police immediately arrived and Bane turned himself in. Upon entering Fortback, Bane has kept to himself watching cons preform their daily duties. Not many prisoners know Bane but those who do remember him as th Street fighter who went Bonkers. Edited by Bane the Bull Frog, Dec 5 2010, 07:10 AM.
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| Bane the Bull Frog | Dec 8 2010, 03:24 PM Post #2 |
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Well Aint That About A b*tch!?...
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Wow, i thought someone would have joined by now!... I guess no one likes prison RPs. |
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| Mk2 | Dec 14 2010, 06:32 PM Post #3 |
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Name: Unknown Nickname: Mk2 Age: Unknown Gender: N/A (but prefers to be referred to within a male context) Species: Cybernetic Organism Crime: 4 accounts of Murder, 3 cases of Manslaughter Rightly accused: Undetermined Alignment: Chaotic Neutral Sentence: Indefinite sentence pending a review of the rights of cybernetic organisms Abilities: Shield (Temporarily Disabled) Mk2 has the ability to create a high energy reflector shield with his left arm. The shield itself is no bigger than Mk2, hemispherical in nature and is projected a few feet in front of him, The shield can stop most projectiles of both physical and energy based weapons however it can only last for a limited period of time before it needs to recharge. Arc Hammer Force Impact System (Temporarily Disabled) A unique weapon which can be used in multiple ways. Against a single target it can either knock them back several feet in a non lethal method or completely dismember a target. when used in this way it has a moderate energy consumption and can be used multiple times before requiring a recharge. If used against multiple targets a rippling shock wave is sent out causing damage to the surrounding area as well as any of the intended targets. because of it's high energy consumption it can only be used once before a recharge is required Exoskeleton - Mk2 is a unique cybernetic organism, instead of regular cybernetic implants it is like a suit of armour encasing his body and replacing his entire skin. Muscle grafted to metal which provides an advanced amount of protection, increases his speed and his strength beyond normal capabilities. however his body still suffers with normal afflictions if his exoskeleton is ever damaged. Back Story: Case number: 11352A Charge: Murder, First degree, of: Dr Arron Smith - Scientist (Lead) Dr Charlie Summers - Scientist (Support) Stephanie Myers - Programmer Paul Gerat - Engineer (project leader) Charge: Manslaughter of: Steven Asarhi - Engineer (Support) Dr Fraia Gamesh - Scientist (Support) Lucas Flamel - Programmer The events that took place during the incident at Metropolis research station are undocumented, no physical evidence was submitted other than a singular report by soul survivor **** ****** who identified subject "Mk2" as the cause of the incident which lead to the tragic deaths of Steven Asarhi, Dr Fraia Gamesg and Lucas Flamel. "Mk2" was then seen violently attacking the remaining team, excluding **** ****** who escaped to a safe zone. "Mk2" was apprehended several days later by local authorities without a serious incident. Trial: N/A under emergency act 8.11.54 Verdict: Guilty of all charges, indefinite sentence at Fortback Prison to remain in solitary confinement Note Mk2 is a cybernetic organism as such was given temporary rights under emergency act 8.11.54 regarding sentient semi organic lifeforms, due to the lack of evidence present at this time. The company Duratech owners of the Metropolis research station have demanded that "Mk2" be deactivated and returned to them in order to rectify the fault within his systems. A formal hearing will determine the outcome of "Mk2" as well as to determine the exact rights of all cybernetic organisms for future trials. Edited by Mk2, Dec 14 2010, 06:37 PM.
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| Animeniac | Dec 15 2010, 03:16 AM Post #4 |
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(This RP sounds awesome, sorry I didn't get here sooner) Name:Damon Age:21 Gender:male Species: Ferret Crime: He killed a crowd of people, about 15 people. They tried him for murder, but he plead Manslaughter. Rightly accused: Yes Alignment: Typically Evil Sentence: Life Former Specialities/abilities: He can breathe out a highly poisonous fog, if inhaled it will kill within 5 minutes. A poisonous spit that if directly enters the bloodstream(through a cut of if directly ingested) will kill in about the same time. The spit is slightly corrosive, if it hits skin, it rubs off the very top layer, though not break the skin. It will destroy an eye if it hits though. He has hardened and pointed his fingernails, allowing him to climb any dirt or rock wall. Also painful to be slashed with. Back-story: He refuses to talk about his childhood, as he lived with a good family before he became aligned with causing chaos everywhere he went. If people ask what happened to his parents, he says they died, leaving out the detail that it was he who killed them; He was put away because of his killing a group of about 15 people. The police arrested him in the same spot as the murdur was commited, he hadn't moved. When the jury tried him, they accused of murder. He plead Manslaughter instead. |
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| Bane the Bull Frog | Dec 15 2010, 08:44 AM Post #5 |
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(Both accepted. Mk2; i love the bio brilliant structure. Rocker; nice touch with the poison spit.) Great now we can start... Bang, Bang! The officer smacked against the cell bars to rattle the mind of the ever-so-drowsy Bullfrog who lay in the cell bed. "Wake up, Amphibian. Time for you to make some crap holes". The purple skinned, orange necked being rolled off of the bunker and rose to his feet. He put a loosley buttoned shirt on and wore some rusty yellow gloves. He then grabbed his shovel and face the cell door. "Open the door, i'm ready to do my duties" Bane grumpled reluctantly. "Sorry i didn't catch that" the officer provoked the frog. "i'm ready to do my duties... sir" Sighed the purple male. The gaurd chuckled, he then proceeded with open the caged door and letting Bane on his way. As Bane walked, the officer went to another gaurd and laughed, "Pfft, he aint got no bite too him. No wonder a murderer like him is working like a dog. Bane hunkered as he walked through the corridor. The violent prisoners shouting abuse at each other and at him. The word lingered in Banes head, "Bane the bullfrog?, more like Bane is Bull Sh*t" "Street fighter my Ass, this guys a 2 fit punk". His head rattled as he reached the construction ground. "Bane, Bane!, snap out of it" Another worker pleaded. He came back to his senses, He looked at the four gates that surrounded the prison and he inspected the watch towers where snipers were at the ready. Bane then grabbed his shovel and pummeled it into the ground. Another prison day... |
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| Mk2 | Dec 15 2010, 11:46 AM Post #6 |
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KABOOM The fire filled the room, engulfing every little piece of space. It swallowed the three surrounding people, their cries of anguish echoing above the sound of crackling and exploding plastic, before they too died down leaving the eerie silence of death. Mk2 looked at the scene unaffected by the blast or the following fire, just an onlooker to a situation he could have helped. Finally he called out for help, yet no sound could penetrate the intense noise the fire now made as it burned the room down, the fire now raging began twisting and started to grow a form of it's own. Mk2 backing into a corner away from the intense flames as they morphed together into a figure, it's eyes black as midnight as it stared directly at Mk2 with an expressionless face. The flame figure approaches Mk2 in the corner bellowing demands in an incomprehensible language, as it got to Mk2 it raised it's fist and struck! Mk2 awoke within the confides of his cell, if he had skin he would have awoken in a cold sweat. The nightmare still echoed in his mind as he stared directly at the florescent light in the ceiling. He rose from his bed wondering what the time was, not that the passage of time had any meaning in this place, he was here for eternity, or at least until someone decided that he should be deactivated. Mk2 chuckled to himself "deactivated" he said out loud. If I were a machine I would simply be disposed of, but because I am both man and machine they no longer know what they should do, the heart of a man, the face of a robot. Mk2 toyed with the notion of this and his impending trial wondering what the verdict might be. The shutter to his door cell flicked open to revel a set of eyes staring at him Mk2 met his gaze with the cold blank stare of his own bionic eyes before the shutter was closed again. "It's awake, and talking to itself" called the guard from behind the door, presumably to another guard. "Damn thing creeps me out" a distant voice responded As the two carried on their conversation Mk2 laid back down again and desperately tried to think of anything other than the dream that haunted him earlier on. |
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| Animeniac | Dec 15 2010, 06:46 PM Post #7 |
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The calm of the Prison is painful to watch... Even when there is an uprising, the quell is stopped quickly by the guards. I grow weary seeing this day to day. Then again, they keep me seperate from most others. Good thing to. If they treated me like half the petty villans in this wretched place. Thier anger, potential for making chaos, is destroyed at least. Some have even turned into good samaritans. Damon laughed at the thought. Good samaritans out of these great and violent people. Then he remembered, these villans turned good when let out, IF let out, would go for the cause of the calm. The idea made him furious. Here he was, bound by chains forged of steel. The locks around his wrists, bound behind his back. Trapped in a steel lined jacket. To top it all off, he was hung from the cieling, feet dangling a foot off the ground. He'd never felt so honored. They'd placed him in maximum security, with real villans. He had done nothing great compared to these, but he had a habbit of being very... violent. Around some of the petty criminals, he would gnash and claw at other prisoners, almost killing on one occasion. Too bad the guards came to stop it. They had to use 2 electric sticks to get him off the prisoner. When he came to, he was bound, like this, hung up like clothes out to dry. He also had a bad habbit of breathing his poison when not getting enough room in the work area or in a cell. However, to his great sadness, none had died. The guards, after these events, made him his own muzzle, clamping 50 pounds down on his jaw for the work day. Speaking of work, here comes my muzzle... "How you doin' Damon? Hanging in there?" The guard laughed. Damon simply opened his piercing grey eyes, staring at the guard. "Sheesh, can't take a joke can ya?" the guard said, lowering him from outside the prison cell. Before he entered, he dawned a gas mask. He walked up to Damon, securing the muzzle. When he was sure it was safe, he released him from the chains, but not the jacket. The jacket covered his hands, hiding his claws. "You know all the procotions to take, don't you?" The guard hardly aknowledged him. Yet another day of wasting away, working in this cave. The guards come out and give a shout, to those who don't behave. Calm reigns, as of now, as I'm locked in these chains. But that askew, for on the morrow, Chaos shall ensue. Damon smiled. |
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| Bane the Bull Frog | Dec 16 2010, 03:25 PM Post #8 |
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Well Aint That About A b*tch!?...
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Bane started reminicing about his fighter days... He was in a ring surrounded by maniacal people all roaring with exitement. The crowd consited of petty thieves and drug dealers all betting to win some cash. With bane in the ring was another fighter readying up for his fight. Suddenly a bell rang, declaring the round start. The two fighters seemed evenly matched. Bane swung his massive fisted arms at his foe only to be blocked. The fighter then repeated the same actions for Bane to simulate the same reactions. However, due to a lucky punch bane went to the ground swiftly, putting him in a state where he has little grasp of life. The crowd consisted of different reactions, some booing yet some cheering. But as the fighter celebrated his victory, he took no notice of the knocked out bane. Bane's body started shivering, developing into violent shaking. He suddenly stopped but in a flash his muscles inflated 4x the size they normally are. He rose to his feet with his mouth hanging open. His giant shadow was cast over the opponent, catching their attention. As soon as the foe turned a giant fist pummeled into his cranium... Bane suddenly snapped out of it from the sound of the hustle of the gaurds. "what's going on down there?" he asked his co worker. "looks like they got themselves a hard-2-handle guy in solitary" one of them said. "they also have a new cyber inmate who caused an uproar earlier" another construction man babbled. "Welcome to fortback, where every one is fudged" giggled another worker "Yeah..welcome.." Bane repeated reluctantly. |
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| Mk2 | Dec 16 2010, 07:06 PM Post #9 |
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Asleep or awake, it didn't matter in solitary confinement. ... ... ... SMASH SMASH SMASH The sound of something heavy being hit into the door echoed around the small room, Mk2 disengaged from his debug mode, engaging all the drivers required to move his outer mechanical shell, reactivating his multi spectrum optical sensors and advanced audio perception. As he sat up there was a pause, small servo motors made odd noises as self diagnostic checks finished their start-up sequence. Mk2's optical sensors activated as if he was opening his eyes to revel a guard standing over him staring at him with a quizzical look. "AH Mr.... Mk2 is it?" A rather odd looking gentlemen walked into the cell with two guards standing behind him, the guard staring at Mk2 slightly surprised by the sudden entrance of the gentleman stood to attention. The odd looking man wore a tweed jacket with leather elbows, a faded white shirt that was more grey now and had a button missing, he had white hair and a thick white moustache and was carrying a suitcase that looked older than him. The man bent down to look at Mk2 and was met with an expressionless gaze. "Er... Mr Mk2 can you hear me?" He reached out his hand to gently knock Mk2 on the head to see if he was paying attention, however before his hand reached the cold metallic body Mk2 grabbed his wrist and held it firmly in place. The guards shocked at the sudden movement rushed in to help the man, modified batons drawn in case things got ugly. "Now now gentlemen we wont be needing any of that" the man responded in a cheerful manner and he smiled at Mk2, who released his grip, the man rubbed his wrist as he spoke. "Now yes erm.. I'm your appointed lawyer James, James Cartwright, the state felt responsible to appoint you someone considering the circumstances" Mk2 sat in silence and there was an awkward pause in the room "... erm right as you well know there is currently a rather large legal issue about your rights as a cyborg, the company, er... " He paused to open his brief case and flicked through some papers gently muttering to himself about having it somewhere, before pulling out a piece of paper and shutting the case. "Ah yes here we go, the company Duratech has put forward the request that you be deactivated and all cybernetic implants and exoskeletal systems be returned to them, however as we understand it the cybernetic implants make up roughly 50% of you and you require it as a life support system as well... if i understand this correctly" For the first time Mk2 responded with a gentle nod, it's true these implants and exoskeleton were keeping him alive, was that why he had undergone the transformation? suddenly the thought dawned on Mk2 what was I before I become this? "Right... so we can't just have them deactivate you and remove the parts as that would kill you off! There hasn't been capital punishment here in many years and we're not about to start now! This is where I come in, i'm attempting to convince the court that you are still mostly human and that instead of deactivating you, Duratech should keep your life support system active as a minimum, everyone has the right to be alive Mr Mk2! Though current negotiations have been... difficult, and their arguing that you signed a waiver stating that in the event of an accident resulting in your death they are legally exempt from any repercussions. Which they are trying to use to their favour within this situation. " Mk2 rose from his bed standing to meet James on the same level, his exoskeleton shimmering in the florescent light "WHAT DO WE HAVE TO DO THEN?" his voice was synthesised in an awkward manner, a forced voice, an unnatural tone that struck a discord "erm... i'm not sure yet" James sighed an awkward silence filled the room again "anyway leave that to me to figure out!" James sparked up with a slightly more enthusiastic tone, and with that he turned around and left, the guards escorting him out and locking the door behind him, Mk2 still standing in the room now all alone. "I'M SCREWED" he said out loud |
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| Bane the Bull Frog | Dec 17 2010, 04:13 PM Post #10 |
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Bane finished his working day and decided to retreat to his chamber so he could gather his thoughts. As he walked up the cell's corridors he could hear a whispering sound. Bane paused and he shuffled towards the the wall he could see a strange gaurd talking to an inmate. The gaurd seemed nfairly new as he didn't equipt the right equiptment, such as the baton, the inmate on the other hand was an Italian man. Leone carlony, the gang boss of a chain of the Italian mafia. He practically run the lower quarter of the cells. Bane thought nothing of the event, "pfft, the bosses live comfortably through fear. Prison isn't a place for comfort it's a place for rehabilition" Bane whispered outloud. "Well for some of us it's home," an old man aproached bane, putting his hand on his shoulder. "Being here for so long, it changes judgemnt of the real things in life in such away that it all has to be joint as one" he carried on, "this place has become my home, hell, sanctuary and my nightmare. Such things shouldn't be bought together or els life falls apart and there is no reason, no light to keep us going" the old man pointed at leone carlony and the now sweating gaurd,"He took the liberty to make the prison hell for the gaurd if orders aren't followed while making this place a sanctuary for himself. This just shows prison can affect prisoners and gaurds alike." the old man paused, he looked Bane in the eye. "Rehabilitation used to mean 'being fixed' but now it seem the defintition has been changed to breaking a mans chance in society. I have seen people come in here and stay un changed for years yet some who changed right away. But nearly all of them assume there role in prison but you, bane the murderous street fighter, deny your place in prison. Some people see crime as a state of reputation and you committed one of the most, if not the most, deadly of crimes yet you keep to yourself." The old man smiled, "I don't think you came broken, you came fixed. Your just simply a misplaced toy that needs to be found." the old man started walking away while speaking, "I wish there were more like you, humble till the end" Bane stared at the back of the man,"Humble?, so they call killers that too huh?" Bane sighed. The mans noble word hit deep in bane even though he denies it making making sense. He then realised the gaurd had dissapeared and leone carlony lying on his bunker. "What are you looking at, frog?!" the boss shout noticing Banes glaring eyes. He just ignored him and carried on to his bunker. |
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| Animeniac | Dec 17 2010, 09:21 PM Post #11 |
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I really grow tired of this place. It makes me sick just thinking about staying in here any longer with these petty criminals... What I need is to show the guards who's REALLY in charge... We out number them by who knows how many...Damon thought to himself while being escorted back to his cell. It was a long walk back and he had plenty of time to figure a plan. He had observed the guards all day, not really paying attention to work. He saw all the guards had started getting a little bigger around the middle, over time of course, which led to thier current working state. Laziness. The guards over the years had been timing out earlier, leaving the newer, more inexperienced guards, more active guards, escort him back. Usually they had 2 people escorting him, each with a very nice pistol and a shock stick. But today, he noticed the guard to be escorting him back had an older version of the shock stick, not quite as powerful, and an older revolver, six-shooter. So they leave the work of escorting me to the lackey? How dare they get so sloppy with thier work. Or have I been that willing to go with thier program that long? Have I become another unknowing follower of the Calm? His own thought stung him. Damon, the Toxic Shadow, a follower of the Calm? He would have snarled if not for the muzzle. That's when he decided that tonight was the night he showed them who really ran the prison. He was going to rally the prisoners. As he was being escorted by the lackey, he noticed a few other things. This lacky was given only the set of keys to the cells, his muzzle, and the mechanism to raise and lower him. Also, unlike most of the lackeys, he was fairly confident, he did not seem nervous. Infact, he seemed confident... TOO confident. When they arrived at his cell, Damon had thought of a few ways to get rid of the guard, but they all depended on which restraint he took off first. The guard unlocked the cell, walking in with him. The guard then reached up and unlocked his muzzle. Wrong move. Damon had already breathed a small puff of purple smoke into his face. The guard withdrew a few inches in disgust. "Your breath is God-Awful! Oh, man!" The man drew it out a bit, making a joke out of it. 5 minutes, and he's dead. I just have to draw this out long enough. "Yeah, it is." Damon said. "Mind lending me a toothbrush?" The guard regained his senses, starting to lock him into his raising mechanism. As he was about to lock him in, the poison finally hit his veins. He dropped dead. Damon laughed, taking his keys. He gathered his chain, now knowign when it may come in handy. Now, to find a small melitia. Damon allowed himself to smile his first in a long while. |
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| Bane the Bull Frog | Dec 18 2010, 05:18 PM Post #12 |
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Bane lay in his bed, pondering on the mans words. "Humble?, what could he mean?" Bane then heard jingling of keys and some heavy breathing. He peered through the bars only to see a skinny gaurd holding cell keys in one hand while grabbing a muzzled furry being with the other hand. Bane sharply stared at the muzzled captive, the look in his eye gleamed as if he were happy in the position he is in. Bane lay his head down again,"I guess he's the hard-to-handle guy". Bane's thought was interupted by a feint horrible stench. "phwah!, what is that smell?" he once again peered through the unlocked gate only to notice the gaurd lying on the floor with the new inmate hanging over him jingling the keys. Banes face stayed unchanged as emotions grew within him. He felt the need to do something. Noticing his feeling he remarked "I think I know what the old man was on about" he rose to his feet and pulled open the bars. He approached the high maintence cell, "Hey!, buddy. You wanyt to hand those keys over or would rather be put down" he threatened the untame prisoner in hopes of doing the right thing. In hopes of keeping to the expectation of being 'humble'. |
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| Animeniac | Dec 22 2010, 03:10 AM Post #13 |
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Damon turned around, trench coat making a swoosh sound as it cut the air. He looked at Bane, putting on a maniactic smile. This little frog would be his first act of inturupting the Calm. Though, he could not decide in which way. Should I kill him as a first act? Yes, i should. Then again, he did bend the bars of his cell. Maybe it's best to investigate a little first. He tied a knot at the end of the chain, only one link away from the tip. With it, he went around slamming it against the ground, cell bars, doors, anything to make a noise. Soon all the prisoners of that section were up. The waking prisoners were not happy, to say the least. "Hey, what the hell's the idea jacka**." Damon looked at him. "I just need a little information is all, and you seem ready enough to talk." Damon slipped the other end of the chain through the bars sneakily. "Well I ain't telling you nothin'." he said. His face slammed against the bar, neck breaking with a loud crack. He let the man fall and turned around, every prisoner eyeing him. "Now, would anyone like to talk?" All the prisoners started yelling at once. He caught words like wimp, softie, dead meat. He also caught his name somewhere in the mess. He looked at Bane once again. "You've been taken by the Calm, you don't deserve the freedom I offer" And he lashed out with the knot in the chain, swinging it across at Bane's left arm. |
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| Bane the Bull Frog | Dec 22 2010, 10:46 AM Post #14 |
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Bane helplessly watched the fuzzy maniac Kill a fellow prisoner for not answering his questions. He was not shocked at all, as if he has witnessed sacrafice before. Damon then spoke of him not deserving freedom because he has become apart of the 'calm', imediatley after the ferret threw a knotted bundle of chain through the bars at Bane. Bane lifted his left arm and let the chain wrap around, he then clenched the end of it, resticting the ferret. "Freedom should only serve those who have earned their place in society". The racket that the prisoners made from the mans death had already alerted the gaurds. The gaurds started lining up just at the corner of the corridor, a safe distance away. They held back and winpered because they feared the strength of Bane and the high maintenence, Damon. Even the gaurds feared what damage these 2 may do. Bane then tightend his grip on the chain and attempted to pull the maniacal Ferret through the bars. He knew that Damon wouldnt come quietly. Edited by Bane the Bull Frog, Dec 22 2010, 10:54 AM.
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| Animeniac | Dec 23 2010, 09:46 PM Post #15 |
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Hydrocity Act 2
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Damon saw the move Bane made. A very good one, he admitted, but there were bigger problems at hand. he let the chain go and let Bane do with it as he pleased. He got out his keys, seeking the most violent prisoners at a glance. He opened door after door, telling them he would help them get out if they held the guards. After most guards had been held back by the released prisoners, he let another go and went back to Bane, dangling the keys in front of the cell. "If you think I'm going to let you go after what you said, you are horribly mistaken. Society is a lie. An illusion. Freedom has always been there, it's the laws to keep people in order that I have a problem with. Those laws are the Calm. As a fighter of it, I plan to break them and ultimately destroy them." Damon looked at the increasing need for more prisoners to hold the guards. "Look, I'm feeling merciful today." He said. "The Calm put you in here, now it's your turn to fight back and get out. We can take any guards that come through that door way. The only reason you aren't in a high maintenance cell, from what I heard, is because of your reform." He unlocked the door. "Fight them for your freedom or fight me for spite. Choose." He threw his arms out, waiting for an answer. |
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