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Post by lorelei on Sept 8, 2012 18:26:28 GMT -8
"Sounds like a plan there Shard! Now, first order of duty, make sure this guy doesn't step on me!" She clung to the gargoyle's neck, staring up at the Tree Golem. "Um, hi there Mr. Moortimer sir... Please don't step on me!" She looked down, noticing the shackles around his ankles. "Say, that's some pretty fancy jewelry you have there on your limbs! What's it made outta?"
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Post by Helix on Sept 8, 2012 23:01:00 GMT -8
Moortimier internally rolled his eyes as the questions started coming in from the visitors. He wondered how Puck always ended up with at least a few friends when he never treats them very well, considering how he talks about them. "Girl, I've never stepped on anyone by accident. And I certainly won't be doing any of it with my jewelry." Seriously? She asked that question? She was certainly clever enough to get in here in one piece. Probably just another damn jokester.
"From what I've been told, it's a special steel with an incredibly high melting point, made for creatures like a Magma Golem. The only reason I would know is that we used to have such a dweller here, but was subjected to submersion torture and was permanently cooled off. He's just a Rock Golem now," his eyes diverted to where Jeromm was standing. "Not that I was ever quick on my feet, but I'm certainly not going far anytime soon. Unless, of course, someone might think they're strong enough to break the braces off." He hoped it might be interpreted as a challenge and maybe, who knows, he might get something out of this unpleasant visit.
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Post by lorelei on Sept 8, 2012 23:29:22 GMT -8
Meela lithely hopped off of Shard's shoulder, scrambling through the bars and into Moortimer's cell. She examined the shackles, almost dancing around the Tree Golem as she made her inspection. Finally, she ran back out and jumped back to her now favorite perch.
"Well, your fancy janglies are Adenium Steel, great for keeping things rooted in place- no pun intended. Just sub-military grade, strong enough to keep big critters like you in one spot but crappy enough to have a few weak points. Oh, and anyone with lock-picking skills could get those offa ya blindfolded." She smirked at him, her tail whipping back and forth.
"Now, once upon a time I would've offered to help you out, but I don't like your attitude. So unless you REALLY wanna get free, you can take your condescending crap and shove it where the sun don't shine!"
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Post by Rieev on Sept 9, 2012 6:04:49 GMT -8
(Actually Lorelei, Moortimier's not in a cell. Pit residence do have cells, they're along the walls, but they have a choice to leave to wander around the pit.)
"Well aren't you just a sassy little know it all?" Puck said with a smirk, patting the head of the gremlin, "Hope you enjoy being able to go small, because by the time you get back- there'll be a doctor by your cill with a collar just for you!" Puck chuckled a bit before looking at Moortimier's shackles, "And it doesn't matter if you can fix anything, they won't let you. They'd throw your tiny body into the ocean before that happened. Though, I guess a gremlin like you can swim, right?"
Something about this female gremlin amused Puck, which is why he couldn't have her die on him so soon. What people didn't seem to get at first is that the Asylum gives you a sense of freedom to do whatever you want within the limits because they want to give the inmate hope. It gives you a little hope that everything will be okay and that you can leave. But before you know it, you're strapped to an operating table and either never heard from again or disfigured for the rest of your life. They simply want to see that life disappear from your eyes as they crush your hope to pieces.
Puck shrugged and jumped into the air, before lightly sitting on one of Moortimier's branches. "And don't talk about breaking your stuff- Moort- you don't want to be sent to the Arena with Cerberus, do you? Or how about the Head Hunters? I bet they'd be fun to deal with!"
"Don't say things like that, you stupid blue fairy! Fucking Head Hunters scare the crap out of me!" screamed a nearby golem. "Get your eyes checked, man. I'm a Sandman, not some fairy."
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Post by Helix on Sept 9, 2012 9:48:10 GMT -8
"Please, like I need either of you to tell me what I can and can't do around here," Moortimier replied to Meela and Puck. "I don't want these shackles off because I think I'll be free without them. Not in the slightest. I've long come to terms that my last days are here, and whether that's tomorrow or in another hundred years is obviously not my choice. No, I just want them off to make less noise, to walk easier. That's all. I don't see any justification for being sent to the Arena because I said the same thing out loud that everyone else is just thinking in their heads. And if I ever do get sent to the Arena, it would certainly be a better ending that watching myself wither into dust." He gave himself a pause to shift his weight to both legs.
"They want us to have hope, to have fear. Deny them that pleasure, and only then have you really regained freedom."
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Post by Helix on Sept 9, 2012 9:57:38 GMT -8
"Guys seriously, stop fighting!" Shard stepped in between Meela and Puck, which was easy since she remained on his shoulder. "There's no need to resort to threatening each other." They both kept baiting at Moortimier, which honestly Shard wanted to stay out of because the tree golem looked like the brawler type.
"But don't you think that at least having hope gets you to the next day, Moort? I mean otherwise, why haven't you just gone to the doctors and let them off you and get it over with? If you're not afraid, then why haven't you tried to break out? It would be like one last great hurrah and see you later bastards, and you could stick it to the man! That would make sense, right?" To Shard, it just seemed so simple. It would just be so much easier to get the pain over with when you knew it was already over. But if you had hope, you always let yourself see something so much brighter on the horizon. How could you be inbetween?
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Post by Helix on Sept 9, 2012 21:17:28 GMT -8
"I can see where you're coming from, but you're looking at it far too two-sided," Moortimier replied. "What gets me through the day? Anger, usually. A sort of sense of vengeance. What keeps me from escaping? I'd say laziness is the best way to put it. I think it pisses off the higher-ups knowing that there are people that they'll never be able to change. If anything you certainly have a role model of the type right in front of us," he scoffed, gesturing at Puck. "Have they ever even sent you to the doctors before?" he asked rudely, wondering if this bozo has even been called out for his shit before.
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Post by lorelei on Sept 9, 2012 22:55:35 GMT -8
"Of course I can swim! I'd be a failure if I couldn't!" Meela grumbled, hoping she wouldn't be called out on that. In truth, her number one fear was drowning, and she had never learned how to swim. As the war of words raged on between Tree Golem, Gargoyle, and Sandman, she sat back and thought about what they all had said. If hope is the only thing that gets these people through the day, then it looks like I came here just in time. Maybe everyone back home saw me as a failure, but this might be my chance to do something good for someone other than myself for once! Hmm, Meela the Mediating Aviator... That did have a nice ring to it! But first, she had to get everyone around her to accept that idea. She sighed, looking at each of them in turn.
"Honestly, I don't think you're looking at it the right way. Hope is only there for those who have no choice in their fate. You can only dream on of a better day when you've given up fighting. That's not how I roll here. I make my destiny, I leave nothing to chance, and I sure as hell don't just sit back and watch my life pass me by without doing anything to ensure I survive!"
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Post by Rieev on Sept 10, 2012 0:34:10 GMT -8
Puck let out a snicker at Moortimier's question. "Of course I've been to the doctors, Moort. We have to go at least once a month, remember?" Puck shifted a little bit as he sat on Moortimier's branch, crossing both his arms and legs now. "And it's not like they do much to me. I remember the first few months they had me in here- masked bastards couldn't do a thing to me. You see, you folks might not know this- but Sandmen are not exactly easy to kill. Watch,"
Puck lifted his left hand and proceeded to to push it through one of Moort's branches, the sharp wood going right through it. If one would look close enough, you could see sprinkles of blue sand falling down. Pulling his hand out, Puck showed them the hole that was made in the center of his palm. "See, my kind basically turns to sand when we're harmed, and we can put ourselves back together as long as we don't get wet." Puck's right hand slide against the hole on his left, and the hole was filled back with sand, putting it back to normal.
"Yup, they pretty much stopped messing with me. And sure I got called out for my attitude, but it's not like they can report me or anything. I didn't kill anyone, and I'm just having fun! I tell ya', I rather be in here than out there, after all. I don't need hope or shit like that to get through my day, I just want to have a good time and this place has given me just that."
Puck let out another sigh, uncrossing his legs and kicking his feet, "Now let's move onto something else. This 'hope' bullshit is making me sick. Look, if you have the guts, good for you. Just be ready for those guts to get spilled all over."
"PUCK!"
Puck almost fell over when he heard his name being called from a distance. Catching his balance and turning his head upward, he could faintly see Oberon calling from above. "YO, OBE, WHAT'S UP!? DID YOU GET THE BAR FIXED!?" Puck shouted back.
"Get back up here, you idiot! If you're not back into your cell before sleeping hours are called, Cerberus is going to have my head!"
"HAH! I BET HE'LL TEAR OFF YOUR WINGS TOO!" Puck yelled back.
"Stop shouting and get your asses up here! All three of you need to get back before-!"
The sound of an intercom rang through the Asylum.
"Attention all Guards, Sleeping Time is approaching. All inmates must be in their cells within 30 Minutes. I repeat, all inmates not in operation must be in their cells in 30 minutes. Inmates found outside their respective cells after time is up will be dealt with personally."
"Well, it's time for bed." Puck stood up, keeping a steady balance on Moortimier's branch while he stretched. "Hey, big guys, you mind if I use you for a sec?" He asked the giant creatures in front of him. If you strained your ears, you could hear a faint "Oh no" coming from some of them. "I'll see you guys upstairs! Woohoo!" Puck got himself ready before he jumped off Moortimier, and continued to jump on the other Pit inmates in an effort to get some leverage. He even used some of the flying guards that were up in the air to help him get to the top.
Grabbing onto the railings, Puck pulled himself up, coming face to face with Oberon. "Hey, Obe, you see that-" Oberon didn't let Puck continue talking, as he instantly grabbed the Sandman by the neck and pulled him up. "I am seriously this close to just leaving you with the Hellhounds." He said through gritted teeth.
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Post by lorelei on Sept 10, 2012 14:55:55 GMT -8
"Hmph, showoff." Meela glanced over at Moortimer. "Welp, it's been a pleasure Big Guy, but looks like we gotta skedadle! C'mon Shard, time to go back to our cozy dorms." She hopped off the Gargoyle's shoulder, scurrying up the stone walls that lined the Pit to reach Puck. As she pulled herself over the top railing, she expanded her body once more, landing in her full height.
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Post by Helix on Sept 10, 2012 15:50:41 GMT -8
This bratty little punk thinks he can just go and sit up in his branches whenever he wants, but one day, one day! If only he could actually be punctured and not turn to sand (a demonstration Moortimier has had to be a part of several times before) because Puck's fun would have certainly been over quick. Luckily his guard and the sleeping hours alarm went off to cut their conversation short. There seemed to always be an abrupt end to their meetings.
"Good riddance, all of youse," Moortimier said, waving off the three of them. He turned around and headed straight back to his cell, where Habhara his guard had been watching the whole time.
"We need to find you a hobby," Habhara said, holding open the massive cell door with keys in hand for the grounded chain.
"I think I've found one in those new punks that Puck found. I have a feeling I'll see them again."
"Let's hope it's not anytime soon, for everyone's sake," his guard sighed.
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Post by Helix on Sept 10, 2012 15:58:13 GMT -8
Shard watched Puck and Meela scurry off and reach the top of the Pit in no time. He was about to crouch down for liftoff, but he suddenly realized how his subconscious still hasn't forgotten how to fly. Damn it all! He'd have to use the stairs, muttering to himself the entire way about this and that. There was a huge commotion in the Pit behind him as the large and heavy creatures were being herded back into their cells. There must be a lot more camaraderie down here, he thought to himself.
"You still are kinda short in your full size," he teased Meela when he finally got to the top.
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Post by Rieev on Sept 10, 2012 16:10:38 GMT -8
DAY ONE, END
All inmates must be moved to the Cells for Sleeping Hours. Please move your characters into the Cell thread. When they are done with their business during nighttime, they are allowed back into the Main Storyline. If they survive.
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Post by Rieev on Sept 15, 2012 21:21:19 GMT -8
DAY TWO: BEGIN Your characters are still sleeping in their cells. It is nearly 6 AM and the guards are getting ready to wake up their respective inmates. All inmates in Cell Blocks A, B, and C are assigned to certain jobs by their guards- and they MUST do them. - Puck- Office- Paper Sorting
- Shard- Operating Room- Disposer
- Moortimier- Outside the Asylum- Cleaning Shoreline
- Meela- Women's Bath- Cleaning
- Ayaka- Operating Room- Disposer
- Midori- Women's Bath- Cleaning
At 8:00 AM your characters MUST move to their respective Thread where they must perform their job until they complete it. Their guard will determine whether or not they are allowed to leave.
If your character is not assigned a job, they are free to roam around with their guard- but they must not interrupt others' work.
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Post by Helix on Sept 15, 2012 22:23:28 GMT -8
Moortimier woke up early, as usual. He slept soundly but never as well as he could be if he were in a forest. Sinking your roots into soil was the real way to get an amazing night's sleep. His guard Habhara had not yet arrived, knowing that Moort woke himself up early so the guard could get some extra sleep. He was always so much more stressed out than Moort. The only downside to that is that he tended to be the last to exit his cell, always in time to do his work of course, but never early enough to get to cafeteria before the rush. So he waited.
"Ten months, two weeks, and four days," he muttered. "The year's approaching faster than expected."
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