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gowia
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STATUS: Sometimes it doesn’t matter too much what choice you make, as long as you make it quick and stick to it. 3 yrs ago
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Sometimes it doesn’t matter too much what choice you make, as long as you make it quick and stick to it.
3 yrs ago
Merry Easter, one and all. Happy Day if you celebrate it or, if not, I just hope it was a happy day anyways
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3 yrs ago
Just had a long weekend of travel, weddings, and hangovers. I will reply ASAP once my head stops hurting. Apologies for the delay
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You should laugh every moment you live, for you'll find it decidedly difficult afterwards.
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Remember never to step on a mans Timbs. Entirely not based.
Bio
Hey there, I assume you want to know about me so here it is...
The name is gowia (g-ow-ee-ah) or Alex. Or anything else you come up with, I'm not fussy.
I am a 25 year old male, though comfortably I'll play anything as a character.
I am a Brit born and bred and so that is my lingo, I use British words and love my slang, and if I don't seem to make sense I may simply be using English idioms that don't translate outside the rural country abodes I swan around.
I enjoy all sorts of things, I am an avid football (soccer) player and supporter, adore music, and live for a good story. I am in love with history. So you will always get a decent plot or conversation out of me on that subject.
If there is anything else you need to ask, feel free too. I swear I don't bite... much.
The name is gowia (g-ow-ee-ah) or Alex. Or anything else you come up with, I'm not fussy.
I am a 25 year old male, though comfortably I'll play anything as a character.
I am a Brit born and bred and so that is my lingo, I use British words and love my slang, and if I don't seem to make sense I may simply be using English idioms that don't translate outside the rural country abodes I swan around.
I enjoy all sorts of things, I am an avid football (soccer) player and supporter, adore music, and live for a good story. I am in love with history. So you will always get a decent plot or conversation out of me on that subject.
If there is anything else you need to ask, feel free too. I swear I don't bite... much.
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March 7th , Earth Date 6521 C.E.
9th February , Beacon Date 4 A.L.
Bridge of the 'Guardian of Eden'
Captain Darius ran his hands over the smooth alloy that made up the safety bar in front of his observation window. The ship was mere hours old and already Darius had fallen in love with it. Official reports had said that the Empire was not going to venture into space in the foreseeable future, yet here men were standing on a the small exploration ship, preparing for their first mission. It truly spoke wonders as to how far these interstellar pilgrims had come in four years. Turning around Darius looked over the bridge like a lion looking over his kingdom. Crewmen ran between stations as everyone was putting their systems through diagnostics. The haze of the blue screens gave the room a slightly eerie effect, despite their being ample light throughout the room. Perhaps it was merely the backdrop of the emptiness of space that gave Darius chills.
A light flashed and a buzzer sounded as the captain station received the final green light from the various engineering departments. Knight Lord Clarel had commissioned the Guardian of Eden as a pioneering vessel. It was equipped with strong shields, larger propulsion engines and an over clocked scanning array; though the ship did lack offensive capabilities it was the only ship in the fleet to have FTL systems. The other three ships the Guardian of Eden were moored with were smaller gunboats, designed more to harass, but nobody could produce battleships in less than two months.
Reaching forward Darius pressed down on the intercom button. Static crackled and then died down as every crew member listened to what their commanding officer had to say.
"Men and women of the Most Holy Empire of Genteli, today we go where we have not gone for some years now. This time not to find a home, but rather to ensure the safety and growth of our people. Our mission is three fold. Firstly, we are to get samples of this new mineral that our long range sensors have picked up; secondly we will set about deploying some minor drones to send us back reports as to this pulsating energy signature that we have picked up. Finally we are to set our own long range scanners on the orb that so many of you are aware of. None of our scans or exploration is too invasive and we have orders to flee before there is any chance of aggression. I know this will be a roaring success and we will return before our husbands and wives even know we are gone. That is all." There was a quiet cheer coming from the ship. It wasn't awe inspiring, but then did you really want your crew hyped up on adrenaline on what could be a very dull operation. Better to keep them positive but calm. Reaching down Captain Darius hit confirmation to the helmsmen and felt as the ship started to angle itself away from the miniature flotilla, in preparation for hyperjump. There was a flash in the observation window and Darius fell back slightly as the ship sped up. They were off.
The Heletii Estate
Helena Heletii was lounging on her balcony when the Imperial liaison arrived. Before he could speak she hushed him.
"Did you know, until only a month ago the entire western portion of my estate was covered in a mangrove that fed itself on the men I sent to map it. Thanks to the Most Holy Knight Commander's continued investment into developing the wasteland it's now the largest hydroponic farm in the planet. As such I pay back the favour with reduced prices on my yield. Suffice to say it isn't too much of a sacrifice, I'm not exactly..." The business woman gestured all around her. "...suffering here. Am I?" The Imperial liaison was about to reply, thought better of himself, and then clamped his mouth shut for the moment. He had just visited their illustrious leader and news had to be shared, when the business woman was ready of course. It wasn't long before Helena sat up and pointed at a much less comfertable chair opposite her sofa.
"What does Antonius say?"
"Ma'am, his Most Holy has a wish to halt such expensive spending on planetary expansion. Currently the Hive is suffering no shortages and exterminating all life here may not be as prudent as first thought. As such he informs you that whilst the subsidies for your guards and endeavours into stopping the jungle from reclaiming land, the bursary built to provide the resources to expand your estates will no longer exist. Instead the money will be taken to invest into a new spaceport, to replace the current shambles of one we have. These are his Holiness's words verbatim, Ma'am." For a moment Helena was silent. Standing she walked to the edge of her balcony and looked over the heavily industrialised agricultural ventures. Her estate had been one of the first constructed and currently supplied half of the population with their nourishment. But there was only so much land she could take before other business men would see her as too greedy and look to pen her back. No. Her fortunes would have to expand into space. Turning she addressed the liaison, knowing he would bring this message to the Most Holy Knight Lord Commander Antonius.
"Most Holy, your decision is a wise one that I understand. If I may have a new proposition, my fortune is more than enough to support me and I have a very hefty profit margin with my agricultural pursuits alone. I would be more than happy to begin the sponsorship of more interstellar ventures. For twenty five percent of the business generated on this new Spaceport I will donate twenty five percent of the cost of construction, once a final number has been confirmed of course." With that Helena waved her hand and the liaison signed off. After reading it back Helena confirmed it and the liaison left. Sighing she walked back into her office and signalled that her clerk could begin sending in the meetings of the day. The liaison's arrival signalled the latest she could possibly lounge for and now she needed to work.
The Hall of Records
Researcher Gillis watched as the code sprawled across the screen. Each one and zero built his hope further as he unraveled the secrets that had been lost in the damaged servers from landfall. However just as his script was about to make sense of the data, something corrupted it's work and the memory dump would halt, reverse and he would have to start again. As the number got further this time he almost jumped up to celebrate, which would have disturbed the other researchers in the room. But then, like before, the script and data were corrupted and Gillis just sank into his own hands. Going over the script once more he couldn't see where his mistake lay. Suddenly one of the Overseers came and watched over his shoulder, hovering a fat digit over the screen her spoke quietly.
"You're script is designed for our current gen servers. These are running at least two generations behind us. If you want it to work you are going to have to replace this section of code to include an emulator. Otherwise the server wont recognise it and will eventually send you back to step one." Gellis' eyes went wide and he begun typing like a man possessed. He had supposed to go home a number of hours ago, but this work was engrossing him and if he could unlock this server, his wife wouldn't miss one date night too much. By the time the other researchers had given up for the night Gellis was running his script a final time. The code trailed in slower this time as his script performed the extra action. After a few breathless moments the code stopped and the numbers froze. Then the screen buzzed into a large folder full of blueprints, history files and old space maps. It was all too much for Gellis and he simply sat there, mute. A whole hall of researchers and he had found a the script that may crack the unreadable servers. Of course engineers would need to use this on the servers that had been physically damaged, but the ones they simply hadn't unlocked had all become available. Running from station to station he hooked them into a local network and begun to introduce his script to each server, using the collective processing power of the hall to have them all going at once. The sun was rising when Gellis' wife arrived at the hall and found her husband asleep on the floor.
9th February , Beacon Date 4 A.L.
Bridge of the 'Guardian of Eden'
Captain Darius ran his hands over the smooth alloy that made up the safety bar in front of his observation window. The ship was mere hours old and already Darius had fallen in love with it. Official reports had said that the Empire was not going to venture into space in the foreseeable future, yet here men were standing on a the small exploration ship, preparing for their first mission. It truly spoke wonders as to how far these interstellar pilgrims had come in four years. Turning around Darius looked over the bridge like a lion looking over his kingdom. Crewmen ran between stations as everyone was putting their systems through diagnostics. The haze of the blue screens gave the room a slightly eerie effect, despite their being ample light throughout the room. Perhaps it was merely the backdrop of the emptiness of space that gave Darius chills.
A light flashed and a buzzer sounded as the captain station received the final green light from the various engineering departments. Knight Lord Clarel had commissioned the Guardian of Eden as a pioneering vessel. It was equipped with strong shields, larger propulsion engines and an over clocked scanning array; though the ship did lack offensive capabilities it was the only ship in the fleet to have FTL systems. The other three ships the Guardian of Eden were moored with were smaller gunboats, designed more to harass, but nobody could produce battleships in less than two months.
Reaching forward Darius pressed down on the intercom button. Static crackled and then died down as every crew member listened to what their commanding officer had to say.
"Men and women of the Most Holy Empire of Genteli, today we go where we have not gone for some years now. This time not to find a home, but rather to ensure the safety and growth of our people. Our mission is three fold. Firstly, we are to get samples of this new mineral that our long range sensors have picked up; secondly we will set about deploying some minor drones to send us back reports as to this pulsating energy signature that we have picked up. Finally we are to set our own long range scanners on the orb that so many of you are aware of. None of our scans or exploration is too invasive and we have orders to flee before there is any chance of aggression. I know this will be a roaring success and we will return before our husbands and wives even know we are gone. That is all." There was a quiet cheer coming from the ship. It wasn't awe inspiring, but then did you really want your crew hyped up on adrenaline on what could be a very dull operation. Better to keep them positive but calm. Reaching down Captain Darius hit confirmation to the helmsmen and felt as the ship started to angle itself away from the miniature flotilla, in preparation for hyperjump. There was a flash in the observation window and Darius fell back slightly as the ship sped up. They were off.
The Heletii Estate
Helena Heletii was lounging on her balcony when the Imperial liaison arrived. Before he could speak she hushed him.
"Did you know, until only a month ago the entire western portion of my estate was covered in a mangrove that fed itself on the men I sent to map it. Thanks to the Most Holy Knight Commander's continued investment into developing the wasteland it's now the largest hydroponic farm in the planet. As such I pay back the favour with reduced prices on my yield. Suffice to say it isn't too much of a sacrifice, I'm not exactly..." The business woman gestured all around her. "...suffering here. Am I?" The Imperial liaison was about to reply, thought better of himself, and then clamped his mouth shut for the moment. He had just visited their illustrious leader and news had to be shared, when the business woman was ready of course. It wasn't long before Helena sat up and pointed at a much less comfertable chair opposite her sofa.
"What does Antonius say?"
"Ma'am, his Most Holy has a wish to halt such expensive spending on planetary expansion. Currently the Hive is suffering no shortages and exterminating all life here may not be as prudent as first thought. As such he informs you that whilst the subsidies for your guards and endeavours into stopping the jungle from reclaiming land, the bursary built to provide the resources to expand your estates will no longer exist. Instead the money will be taken to invest into a new spaceport, to replace the current shambles of one we have. These are his Holiness's words verbatim, Ma'am." For a moment Helena was silent. Standing she walked to the edge of her balcony and looked over the heavily industrialised agricultural ventures. Her estate had been one of the first constructed and currently supplied half of the population with their nourishment. But there was only so much land she could take before other business men would see her as too greedy and look to pen her back. No. Her fortunes would have to expand into space. Turning she addressed the liaison, knowing he would bring this message to the Most Holy Knight Lord Commander Antonius.
"Most Holy, your decision is a wise one that I understand. If I may have a new proposition, my fortune is more than enough to support me and I have a very hefty profit margin with my agricultural pursuits alone. I would be more than happy to begin the sponsorship of more interstellar ventures. For twenty five percent of the business generated on this new Spaceport I will donate twenty five percent of the cost of construction, once a final number has been confirmed of course." With that Helena waved her hand and the liaison signed off. After reading it back Helena confirmed it and the liaison left. Sighing she walked back into her office and signalled that her clerk could begin sending in the meetings of the day. The liaison's arrival signalled the latest she could possibly lounge for and now she needed to work.
The Hall of Records
Researcher Gillis watched as the code sprawled across the screen. Each one and zero built his hope further as he unraveled the secrets that had been lost in the damaged servers from landfall. However just as his script was about to make sense of the data, something corrupted it's work and the memory dump would halt, reverse and he would have to start again. As the number got further this time he almost jumped up to celebrate, which would have disturbed the other researchers in the room. But then, like before, the script and data were corrupted and Gillis just sank into his own hands. Going over the script once more he couldn't see where his mistake lay. Suddenly one of the Overseers came and watched over his shoulder, hovering a fat digit over the screen her spoke quietly.
"You're script is designed for our current gen servers. These are running at least two generations behind us. If you want it to work you are going to have to replace this section of code to include an emulator. Otherwise the server wont recognise it and will eventually send you back to step one." Gellis' eyes went wide and he begun typing like a man possessed. He had supposed to go home a number of hours ago, but this work was engrossing him and if he could unlock this server, his wife wouldn't miss one date night too much. By the time the other researchers had given up for the night Gellis was running his script a final time. The code trailed in slower this time as his script performed the extra action. After a few breathless moments the code stopped and the numbers froze. Then the screen buzzed into a large folder full of blueprints, history files and old space maps. It was all too much for Gellis and he simply sat there, mute. A whole hall of researchers and he had found a the script that may crack the unreadable servers. Of course engineers would need to use this on the servers that had been physically damaged, but the ones they simply hadn't unlocked had all become available. Running from station to station he hooked them into a local network and begun to introduce his script to each server, using the collective processing power of the hall to have them all going at once. The sun was rising when Gellis' wife arrived at the hall and found her husband asleep on the floor.
@RyanTadashi thats fine ot just comes across as a very well crafted weapon. If it is that rough i will allow it :)
@Ammokkx Well give your character some life, have them be in the city doing something and then they come across a flyer that advertises the meet. Maybe she is doing some bouncer work in a bar in the city. See the flyer and decides to set out and make a name.
@RyanTadashi Character looks fine however I am going to need you to explain how you got your weapon since it is fairly specialist.
@Blackwidow Good to hear, hoping people get posting soon.
@Blackwidow Good to hear, hoping people get posting soon.
I'm going to be dropping out of this. I don't see how this is really a prison at all, and I have much better uses for the time. I hope this continues well for you guys and thank you for having for the time you did. Feel free to do as you please with my character if it furthers your plot.
Name: Jonathon Jackson Sullam (Prefers Jonny, however his brother calls him JJ)
Age: 24
Companion: Oliver Matthew Sullam
Physical Description:
Jonny is a little short, standing at 5 ft 11, however only by an inch or so and so it’s not really that noticeable He is quite broad also and not stick thin. His build is quite toned on his legs and arms whilst being broad everywhere else, though still slim. His hair is a dirty blonde that is a medium length and curls around his ears. His face is broad also but his jaw bone is well defined, though you couldn’t tell as he has grown a well-trimmed full beard. His beard is darker than the hair on his head and so is more noticeable but doesn’t look out of place. His skin is quite tanned on his arms and face however is paler under the areas he normally keeps covered up. Jonny’s nose is a little off though, having been broken when he was younger it has a slight kink in it.
Personality: Jonny is certainly the more fun loving of the two brothers. He spends most of his days relaxing and being a regular socialite. As such he takes very little as seriously as he should and is constantly looking for fun, even if it means some pretty serious danger. Whilst living amongst wealth Jonny has never really been all that in love with it and, as such, isn’t stuck up. He knows his wealth doesn’t make him a good person which is why he is incredibly loyal and trustworthy. He doesn’t like fake people and it is the only thing he finds distressing in his life, that he is surrounded by so many fake people. He also prides himself on being able to convince his brother to stop being a stick in the mud.
History:Jonny was born two and a half years after his brother. As such they were a close enough age that they played together, enjoying each other’s company, however Oliver was old enough that Jonny desperately looked up to him. Whilst Oliver was committed to school though, Jonny was not. On more than one occasion their father would be called into the offices to answer for questions on Jonny’s whereabouts and his behaviour towards other students. It wasn’t that Jonny was a bad kid, he just didn’t enjoy school and knew that his brother would take over the family business anyway. As the pair grew older Jonny found he had more and more sway over his brother and the two were practically inseparable in high school.
The brothers even went to the same university, however this was where they split up slightly more. Jonny spent his time in university chasing girls and partying until the morning hours. Meanwhile Oliver spent his time revising and building up his knowledge of law. When Jonny left university his brother had established their family law firm even more strongly in the small amount of time he had had ahead. Whilst Jonny lived on the percentage of the business he owned he spent his time partying and spending to his heart’s content. This changed when their father died.
Their mother had died giving birth to Jonny and whilst nobody in the family blamed him, their father never recovered. The death of their father brought the two brothers back together and Jonny took up a job in the firm doing some filing work. It was a meagre pay, though Jonny still had the money from ownership, but it helped Oliver out and the brothers have grown closer. It was when a strange invitation arrived in the paperwork, on a stack of tax forms from out of the blue, that Jonny found out he had been invited. The only person he even thought of taking was Oliver and so the two of them arranged schedules and bought their outfits.
Connections with Other Characters: Younger brother of Oliver Sullam
Other: Nothing yet.
Name: Oliver Matthew Sullam (Friends call him Ollie)
Age: 27
Companion: Jonathon Jackson Sullam
Physical Description:
Ollie is taller than his brother, at 6 ft 3, but is a lot thinner. He does not nearly carry the weigth his brother does and his limbs are more like twigs than appendages. He is not unhealthy, he does eat, just no matter how much he eats he doesn’t seem to gain weight. His black hair is cut short and slicked back to reveal perfect skin. He does not let a shred of facial hair appear anywhere and is quite pale. His face is longer than his brothers and much sharper however they have the same emerald green eyes, though Ollie’s have a pair of glasses in front of them.
Personality: Ollie is a lot more serious than his brother. Having been revered as the ‘man to take over the family business’ he has always worked hard, forgoing his own love interests and social life to make sure he was smart enough. He doesn’t get crude humour that much but does enjoy more highbrow humour. He knows how to behave in social occasions and whilst normally tries to hold back his brother, occasionally joins in with some tom foolery as a respite from the dull, but well paid work.
History: Ollie always loved his little brother from the day he was born, despite such tragic circumstances. Playfully nicknaming him JJ for his first and middle name. When they were young Ollie always looked out for Jonny, however he never let that take away from his studies and whilst they were growing up Ollie made it his duty to drag Jonny to at least fair grades.
At university Ollie actually started seeing someone, a girl after his own heart who worked hard rather than played. This was one of the reasons the brothers grew apart however the relationship soon broke down and Ollie was too wrapped up in his law degree to repair the bridge. After being top of his class Ollie took over the firm, their father retiring to enjoy his last years. When their father did eventually pass away Ollie used it as a chance to bring his brother back into the fold and gave him a small job in a way to target his brother at something constructive. When his brother brought forward the invitation Ollie was hurt at first, why had they invited his much less upstanding brother over him? But he soon forgave any infraction and merey looked forward to some time away from the business.
Connections with Other Characters: Older brother of Jonathon Sullam
Other: Nothing yet.
Age: 24
Companion: Oliver Matthew Sullam
Physical Description:
Jonny is a little short, standing at 5 ft 11, however only by an inch or so and so it’s not really that noticeable He is quite broad also and not stick thin. His build is quite toned on his legs and arms whilst being broad everywhere else, though still slim. His hair is a dirty blonde that is a medium length and curls around his ears. His face is broad also but his jaw bone is well defined, though you couldn’t tell as he has grown a well-trimmed full beard. His beard is darker than the hair on his head and so is more noticeable but doesn’t look out of place. His skin is quite tanned on his arms and face however is paler under the areas he normally keeps covered up. Jonny’s nose is a little off though, having been broken when he was younger it has a slight kink in it.
Personality: Jonny is certainly the more fun loving of the two brothers. He spends most of his days relaxing and being a regular socialite. As such he takes very little as seriously as he should and is constantly looking for fun, even if it means some pretty serious danger. Whilst living amongst wealth Jonny has never really been all that in love with it and, as such, isn’t stuck up. He knows his wealth doesn’t make him a good person which is why he is incredibly loyal and trustworthy. He doesn’t like fake people and it is the only thing he finds distressing in his life, that he is surrounded by so many fake people. He also prides himself on being able to convince his brother to stop being a stick in the mud.
History:Jonny was born two and a half years after his brother. As such they were a close enough age that they played together, enjoying each other’s company, however Oliver was old enough that Jonny desperately looked up to him. Whilst Oliver was committed to school though, Jonny was not. On more than one occasion their father would be called into the offices to answer for questions on Jonny’s whereabouts and his behaviour towards other students. It wasn’t that Jonny was a bad kid, he just didn’t enjoy school and knew that his brother would take over the family business anyway. As the pair grew older Jonny found he had more and more sway over his brother and the two were practically inseparable in high school.
The brothers even went to the same university, however this was where they split up slightly more. Jonny spent his time in university chasing girls and partying until the morning hours. Meanwhile Oliver spent his time revising and building up his knowledge of law. When Jonny left university his brother had established their family law firm even more strongly in the small amount of time he had had ahead. Whilst Jonny lived on the percentage of the business he owned he spent his time partying and spending to his heart’s content. This changed when their father died.
Their mother had died giving birth to Jonny and whilst nobody in the family blamed him, their father never recovered. The death of their father brought the two brothers back together and Jonny took up a job in the firm doing some filing work. It was a meagre pay, though Jonny still had the money from ownership, but it helped Oliver out and the brothers have grown closer. It was when a strange invitation arrived in the paperwork, on a stack of tax forms from out of the blue, that Jonny found out he had been invited. The only person he even thought of taking was Oliver and so the two of them arranged schedules and bought their outfits.
Connections with Other Characters: Younger brother of Oliver Sullam
Other: Nothing yet.
Name: Oliver Matthew Sullam (Friends call him Ollie)
Age: 27
Companion: Jonathon Jackson Sullam
Physical Description:
Ollie is taller than his brother, at 6 ft 3, but is a lot thinner. He does not nearly carry the weigth his brother does and his limbs are more like twigs than appendages. He is not unhealthy, he does eat, just no matter how much he eats he doesn’t seem to gain weight. His black hair is cut short and slicked back to reveal perfect skin. He does not let a shred of facial hair appear anywhere and is quite pale. His face is longer than his brothers and much sharper however they have the same emerald green eyes, though Ollie’s have a pair of glasses in front of them.
Personality: Ollie is a lot more serious than his brother. Having been revered as the ‘man to take over the family business’ he has always worked hard, forgoing his own love interests and social life to make sure he was smart enough. He doesn’t get crude humour that much but does enjoy more highbrow humour. He knows how to behave in social occasions and whilst normally tries to hold back his brother, occasionally joins in with some tom foolery as a respite from the dull, but well paid work.
History: Ollie always loved his little brother from the day he was born, despite such tragic circumstances. Playfully nicknaming him JJ for his first and middle name. When they were young Ollie always looked out for Jonny, however he never let that take away from his studies and whilst they were growing up Ollie made it his duty to drag Jonny to at least fair grades.
At university Ollie actually started seeing someone, a girl after his own heart who worked hard rather than played. This was one of the reasons the brothers grew apart however the relationship soon broke down and Ollie was too wrapped up in his law degree to repair the bridge. After being top of his class Ollie took over the firm, their father retiring to enjoy his last years. When their father did eventually pass away Ollie used it as a chance to bring his brother back into the fold and gave him a small job in a way to target his brother at something constructive. When his brother brought forward the invitation Ollie was hurt at first, why had they invited his much less upstanding brother over him? But he soon forgave any infraction and merey looked forward to some time away from the business.
Connections with Other Characters: Older brother of Jonathon Sullam
Other: Nothing yet.
Yep.
Jack raised his hands in apology as he spoke now.
"Sorry, misunderstood you there! I am here because the youth of today all seem desperate for a bust up. I wanna escape but I don't want to be stupid about it. Sure crack some heads at some point, but first if I play the good boy, I can figure out a way to escape. Being stuck in solitary is no way to escape. So I will stay here and talk to people when we are locked up. I can throw my voice, every cell will be able to hear me."
Jack needed some help to break out but he also knew the nut jobs would think him weak for not wanting to kill every person in here. Of course he did but he wa also smart. As Cat threw the carton into his cell a ghostly hand appeared from his body and caught it mid air, depositing the finished rubbish just outside of his cell.
"Sorry, misunderstood you there! I am here because the youth of today all seem desperate for a bust up. I wanna escape but I don't want to be stupid about it. Sure crack some heads at some point, but first if I play the good boy, I can figure out a way to escape. Being stuck in solitary is no way to escape. So I will stay here and talk to people when we are locked up. I can throw my voice, every cell will be able to hear me."
Jack needed some help to break out but he also knew the nut jobs would think him weak for not wanting to kill every person in here. Of course he did but he wa also smart. As Cat threw the carton into his cell a ghostly hand appeared from his body and caught it mid air, depositing the finished rubbish just outside of his cell.
"That is still two more hours than me. And it seems you hav met more people than me."
As she questioned why he was here he thought for a second.
"You think I locked myself in? You're right I just love being here. No, I didn't lock myself in. Got locked up by the Penguin and after breaking out of some other prisons, they transferred me here. I wouldn't say I am afraid of anyone, but I know exactly when I should fight, and exactly when I should hide my face and disappear into a crowd."
As she questioned why he was here he thought for a second.
"You think I locked myself in? You're right I just love being here. No, I didn't lock myself in. Got locked up by the Penguin and after breaking out of some other prisons, they transferred me here. I wouldn't say I am afraid of anyone, but I know exactly when I should fight, and exactly when I should hide my face and disappear into a crowd."
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