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STATUS: For the same reason it was able to gather its power, I will not bow to it. Freedom is for everyone; not just the loudest voice. 7 yrs ago
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For the same reason it was able to gather its power, I will not bow to it. Freedom is for everyone; not just the loudest voice.
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7 yrs ago
In the wise words of Ebeneezer Scrooge: "Bah humbug."
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7 yrs ago
Sometimes, "cheap" is the most expensive thing you can do.
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7 yrs ago
Back in the RP Pool. If you have an idea (and it's not 100% smut) messag me! ^_^
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7 yrs ago
If you can't support your argument...you don't have an argument.
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I return from a long hiatus, in the hopes that roleplaying has once again returned to the art of inclusive storytelling. Prove me right and I will stay. Prove me wrong and I will go.
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That's unfortunate. Well, I hope you are able to get things going. Good luck to you.
Unless that's what I want you to think.
I think we all know what my vote will be. >_>
I'm good with it.
Yeah, I know that feeling. I can be a bit wordy sometimes. It's a curse.
I am also available to bounce ideas off of. TitanPad is great for that.
Kirra, understood. I wouldn't expect you to read all that on a phone.
Kirra, understood. I wouldn't expect you to read all that on a phone.
I was going to ask about that. When I click the OOC, I get taken to a blank page. I have to hit "previous page" to get to the actual posts.
"I'd take it easy on them," Ranae had said. She went on about comic books, earning a moment of confusion from Sam's furrowed brow. Then she mentioned the two key words which always got her attention: Guinea Pigs.
It did not take long for her to put two and two together. In this instance, it added up to manipulation, extortion and possibly murder. Whomever they were, they intended to hold their captives until such time as they either proved useful or without value. Despite Sam's own subconscious screaming in her mind that she was without such value, she intended to give them no reason to suspect that. If they believed there was something to be gained by keeping her alive, she intended to play on that misconception for as long as possible.
But something else troubled her. Ranae had used very specific wording in her response to the man. She seemed to imply that they were somehow altered; that they were in some way different than when they had come to be captives in this hidden place. Sam did not know in what way, but the woman seemed adamant about it and she could find no reason for her to lie. So what had changed?
Sam thought back on the events of the last week. It had been out of the ordinary only because she had escaped captivity by the mental hospital, but was otherwise as she expected things to be. The only point she could lay odds in favor of being the common denominator was...
Of course!, her thoughts echoed within her mind. The crash. We were all present for the crash. But why is this important? What reason is there to keep us, if that's the only thing we have in common?
She dwelled on Ranae's mention of a change. She had said that the event 'gave' them something. What did she mean? Could it have been something to do with how sick she'd felt for the last week? Aside from a lungful of burning rubber and gasoline fumes, she could think of no reason why a simple crash could have affected her enough to be put into quarantine.
But then there were the drawings. They were simple at first, but gained in both complexity and frequency over the course of the last seven days. At times Sam was not even aware of when she'd drawn them, or even if she had. She would turn the page in her journal, fully intending to write another entry, only to find these meaningless scribbles splashed across her only outlet. Now that was different. Only a week ago, Sam had no ideas about art or self-expression. Now she was to believe she was a latent artist in full bloom?
Fat chance, she thought bitterly. Something stinks here, and it isn't the crash.
It did not take long for her to put two and two together. In this instance, it added up to manipulation, extortion and possibly murder. Whomever they were, they intended to hold their captives until such time as they either proved useful or without value. Despite Sam's own subconscious screaming in her mind that she was without such value, she intended to give them no reason to suspect that. If they believed there was something to be gained by keeping her alive, she intended to play on that misconception for as long as possible.
But something else troubled her. Ranae had used very specific wording in her response to the man. She seemed to imply that they were somehow altered; that they were in some way different than when they had come to be captives in this hidden place. Sam did not know in what way, but the woman seemed adamant about it and she could find no reason for her to lie. So what had changed?
Sam thought back on the events of the last week. It had been out of the ordinary only because she had escaped captivity by the mental hospital, but was otherwise as she expected things to be. The only point she could lay odds in favor of being the common denominator was...
Of course!, her thoughts echoed within her mind. The crash. We were all present for the crash. But why is this important? What reason is there to keep us, if that's the only thing we have in common?
She dwelled on Ranae's mention of a change. She had said that the event 'gave' them something. What did she mean? Could it have been something to do with how sick she'd felt for the last week? Aside from a lungful of burning rubber and gasoline fumes, she could think of no reason why a simple crash could have affected her enough to be put into quarantine.
But then there were the drawings. They were simple at first, but gained in both complexity and frequency over the course of the last seven days. At times Sam was not even aware of when she'd drawn them, or even if she had. She would turn the page in her journal, fully intending to write another entry, only to find these meaningless scribbles splashed across her only outlet. Now that was different. Only a week ago, Sam had no ideas about art or self-expression. Now she was to believe she was a latent artist in full bloom?
Fat chance, she thought bitterly. Something stinks here, and it isn't the crash.
Upgrade, present and reporting!
By the way, I totally volunteer for the sneaky stuffs. You got a door you can't open? I'll crack it. Got a file you need read? It's all me. By the way, have you recently tested facility security systems? I think I can help. ^_^
By the way, I totally volunteer for the sneaky stuffs. You got a door you can't open? I'll crack it. Got a file you need read? It's all me. By the way, have you recently tested facility security systems? I think I can help. ^_^
I don't understand why multiple nested hiders aren't already a thing. Blah. Anyway, two nested hiders is better than one, eh? Let's be thankful for what we have.
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