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In D-CLASS 6 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Dax examined the man, noting that he looked imposing and meant business. Probably best to comply with orders, especially with a guy like this enforcing it. As Dax walked through the rather dull looking halls untill he the group reached an elevator. It looked mundane to Dax, he'd seen thousands of elevators similar to this. He wasn't surprised by this, there's not much variation in elevator design anyways.

As the elevator's descent slowly ceased and the doors opened, he listened to what the guard had to say. He repeated what the guard said and began walking. He passed an intersection that branched off into several other hallways that he imagined led to rooms with some poor old D-Class having experiments done on him. To his surprise, they weren't having inhumane experiments performed on them. All they had to do was mop some foul smelling room and have a staring contest with some bloke in the middle in the room.

He glanced around and then looked at the white guy who reminded him of the guard who escorted them to this room. "Guess I'll do it." Dax picked up the mop and dunked it in the bucket filled with the cleaning solution. "I'll start when you two start starin' at it."Dax gestured towards the thing that stuck out like a red thumb in the room.

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[Informant_Ceta] I didn't know you had a law degree, Audio. Maybe you aren't a basement neet after all.
[Informant_Ceta] Anyways I got some juicy stuff on this place. It uses a lot of power annually. By a lot, I mean a metric fuckton. It consumes the same amount of electricity that Denver, Chicago and New York combined. Whatever they have down there, it's important.
In D-CLASS 6 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Dax looked back towards a group of people that are shouting at each other. He recognized a few of them from their little chats they have on their computers that the foundation have so graciously provided for them to use. As to why they let prisoners use computers, Dax didn't know. It seemed like a bad decision considering which inmates inhabit this facility.

After a moment of thinking Dax began walking towards their table, thinking of what to say as he got there. Dax found it easier to think under pressure and oftenly forces himself to wing it. Once there he put his hands on the table, kinda leaning on it. He looked around and began to speak. "Y'all need to cut the shit. If you aren't gonna be good convicts, they're gonna get you a one-way ticket to the hard labour block." Dax moved his head towards the guards stationed on a balcony above the cafeteria who was now looking at them.

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[Informant_Ceta] Considering what heav and shades said, this place is a bit eerie. I'm gonna dig up some dirt on this place.
In D-CLASS 6 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
After getting his tray of simplistic and probably synthetic foods, Dax headed to a table to eat. Once he sat down, he glanced around noticing that the guards were packing some serious heat. Uniform white hallways, blast doors and guards wearing body armor implied that something big is here. Some bio-weapon that some Russian guy developed in secret military facility or a monster from a black and white movie from the 40s? Whatever is in there doesn't matter to him. So far, life here has been easier than it was elsewhere and Dax wanted it to say that way. After a recollection of what had brought him here, he was nearly done with his food as was the time to eat.

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[Informant_Ceta] Audi0phile, that's why no one takes you even remotely serious around here. I bet that they think we're a peanut gallery.

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He's read about this place before from a rather small file that he found in an deactivated Anti-ballistic missile silo that he was sent to with orders to destroy anything that could be useful. Perhaps the file was small because there wasn't much known about the place or maybe someone was withholding information. Either way, Dax thought that it was just a prank made by the people manning the silo, waiting for a blimp in the radar and then permission to engage the 40-ton hunk of metal carrying a warhead of some sort. He then thought to himself,"Maybe I know too much... Or that I was sent here for trying to sell a nuclear warhead that wouldn't even detonate. It could be a combination of both but I doubt that anyone knows that file even existed.
In D-CLASS 6 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
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[USERNAME]: Informant_Ceta



In D-CLASS 6 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
D-CLASS PERSONNEL SHEET

[NAME]: Dax Perez

[AGE]: 32

[SEX]: Male

[REASON FOR IMPRISONMENT]: Attempting to sell military grade uranium.

[STRENGTHS]: As quick as whip and has military connections.

[WEAKNESSES]: Getting old and is susceptible to bribes.

[APPEARANCE]: A white guy with brown hair that's starting to get grey hairs. Brown eyes and a prominent jawline, 5' 9", sorta slender.
[DAYS UNTIL RELEASE]: 23

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