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Post by shiner on Jun 26, 2009 11:05:09 GMT -5
Shiner walked over, purposefully, coming to the machine beside Perry seeing the poor thing bump his head against it. She looked over to Tate, silently seeing if she was all right. She must have been, going back to work. Perry worked as well, though a bruise formed quickly on his head. He was terribly lucky to not to have cut it open.
"Are you alright?" Shiner asked Perry quietly.
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Post by Perry Halliway on Jun 26, 2009 14:30:33 GMT -5
Perry nodded but for once kept his mouth closed and didn't say a word. He was terribly afraid of being hurt again. He cast a glance at the girl who had come to see if he was alright before turning his attention back to work. He didn't want the bad man to come over and punish her to for talking to him.
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Post by shiner on Jun 26, 2009 15:55:12 GMT -5
Shiner gave him a soft smile and glanced over to their 'boss' before touching the boy's shoulder gently in reassurance. Another smile between them and she quickly continued her work. The captors didn't like it when they talked, or stopped working for more than a second. Shiner just hoped the kid would be alright. If his injury proved worse than it was now, she had no doubts that the evil men wouldn't lift a finger to help. Luckily no one had lost any fingers, or gotten any clothing caught in the machines... yet. She'd remember to rip a bit of a sheet up for emergency tourniquets. She suddenly found herself lucky to have a doctor for an uncle. Now if only he would find her already...
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Post by manhattan on Aug 11, 2009 6:41:48 GMT -5
>>>New Day<<<
Manhattan watched as the kids were being led to their machines. She'd have 5 minutes before they noticed she wasnt there.
Taking out her pencil she scratched at the window's molding. They were big windows made up of squares each square held together by molding. She'd made these windows before in an old job as a kid. She knew the pressure points of them, she knew with just the right pressure on just the right square, over time would loosen the molding and the single square would be able to pop out. Over Time.
Standing up Manhattan pocketed her pencil. She knew who would be going through that square, she had an idea of when. It wouldnt be her. She needed to find Sweets.
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Post by Nike Kennedy on Sept 10, 2009 2:37:08 GMT -5
-New Day (mild language ahead)- “Two months. Two. Fucking. Months! Sweets gets out, sure! But do we hear anything?: no. Do we get saved?: no.” Nike slammed through her work sloppily. She no longer cared she no longer tried, but apparently, she had begun talking to herself. “When the fuck did that start?!” She didn’t actually blame Sweets for anything, and knew that it would be her doing if they were saved, but she was beginning to go crazy. A person could expect no less from someone like Nike. She was a runner, a free spirit, an optimist. Cages, no matter what form they took, did not become her. Carelessness while working caused you to get your finger caught. Getting your finger caught in a textile machine caused the delicate digit to beak and bleed. Breaking your finger and watching the blood drip down your hand, causes someone at the end of their rope to loose it. Officially. Take Nike, for example. “Shit! Cock-sucking monkeys, fuuck!” Screaming in frustration and agony, Nike began kicking the machine she’d been working at repeatedly. After a few kicks two pieces fell off, clattering to the floor loudly. Without waiting a second, she picked them up, and immediately threw one at a window, shattering the glass and leaving only the strong, iron bars. The second resembled a bat and she brandished it like one. She flew at the nearest guard, hitting him in the shoulder with the hard iron instrument, resulting in a sickening crunch. The sound made Nike grin horribly. Normally she wasn’t one to resort to violence, but this was just one of those times. A reasonable person, in their right mind, would have known they didn’t stand a chance against the guards and backed down. The Irish girl, unfortunately, was neither. Screaming in Dutch, Nike faced the armed men surrounding her. “Ik zal nemen jou alle! Recht hier! Jou aanval en er zal zijn neuken hel om te betalen!” She switched to English as one of them stepped nearer and sneered at him, “Fuck your ma.” (today’s lesson in Dutch: “I’ll take you all! Right here! You attack and there will be fucking hell to pay!”) |
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Post by clyde on Sept 10, 2009 18:33:35 GMT -5
Yeah that was going to work, Clyde had been working on the paperwork. Production had been slowing because these stupid kids had started getting sick or worse. He grumbled as he marked off a few things before there was a commotion downstairs.
Growling he got to his feet and walked to the corner of his office and saw the girl brandishing the bat like a weapon and he snorted. She had finally become an eyesore and a liability. Why couldn't they just do what he wanted and work until their fingers bled with no complaints? Why did they have to annoy him with their constant whining and chatter. He'd finally had enough.
Grabbing his pistol he came down stairs and stepped in front of her between the guards and the girl and aimed his pistol right at her face. "Put it down little girl, I'm losing my patience and you are expendable.."
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Post by Nike Kennedy on Sept 10, 2009 22:46:29 GMT -5
Nike stood up slowly, staring down the barrel of the gun that was pointed at her head. Her mind, at least what was left of it, was working overtime. She knew she really was expendable to him and odds were that she was going to be beaten or worse if she gave up. Maybe dying wouldn’t be that bad. At least she’d be out of this place... Now if only she could see Christopher again. She missed her twin more than words could begin to describe and he was the only reason she hesitated before making a choice. She could only hope he’d forgive her for this eventually...
Sliding her blue eyes over the gun, along the arm holding it, and up to the face of the man who was the cause of all their problems, Nike glared daggers. She loosened her grip on the bat, as though about to drop it, and looked him directly in the eyes "Go ahead," she taunted. "Shoot me. It won't make a difference, one more body. But I won't be the last one. You're next, Clydey-boy. They're coming for us, and they. Are. Mad!" Shouting the last word at the top of her lungs, Nike threw the iron bat at Clyde’s head with all her remaining strength, hoping beyond hope that it would be enough.
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Post by clyde on Sept 10, 2009 22:53:51 GMT -5
His eyes narrowed. What a worthless creature this was, like a caged animal. He snarled as she started talking and pulled the hammer back ready to just at least take care of this annoyance before he went back to work.
The pipe at his head was something he'd almost expected so he managed to only get hit in the shoulder with it, knocking off his aim as the gun went off. It was off target but at that range there was no reason he didn't hit the damn brat.
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Post by Nike Kennedy on Sept 11, 2009 13:22:04 GMT -5
With so much adrenaline pumping through her veins now, Nike was surprised at how little she felt the bullet strike her. She looked to her shoulder where a small hole had suddenly appeared, thinking maybe something had gone wrong, when she saw a wet stain soaking the fabric of her shirt. She touched her fingers to the wetness, surprised to see how red they were when she drew them back. Blood, her blood. So much blood, but no pain? Strange...
There was a strange feeling swirling behind her eyes. Looking around, the room seemed to be pulsing around her. She felt dizzy, lightheaded. Is this what dying was? Strange, she thought it would be different. Thought it would hurt. The kids in the workroom had stopped working, staring at her with wide, frightened eyes, but Nike couldn't hear anything they might have been saying, if anything at all. All she could hear was a steady thrumming in her ears.
Her knees buckled without warning, and she found herself sprawled across the floor on her back, her eyes staring up at the rafters, though it seemed that she couldn't actually see them anymore. Couldn't hear, couldn't see, what was going next?
She thought back to Christopher. He would be so angry with her for giving up, she knew, if he ever found out. But he would have to forgive her. When they saw each other again--and knowing Styx, that could be any ol' day now--she could explain. Hell sucks out your will to live like that. She didn't deserve that experience, and giving up was the only way out.
The floor under her neck grew warm and sticky. She was bleeding out a lot, the puddle was spreading up to her hair now. Her limbs felt like they were made of lead, she couldn't even twitch now. She'd never felt this weak before. A strange feeling.
And then no feeling at all.
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Post by clyde on Sept 11, 2009 17:11:38 GMT -5
Clyde growled and motioned for his henchmen to grab the bleeding girl, "Toss her out back in the brush.. we don't have time we need to step up production.." growling he rolled his shoulder trying to get the feeling back into it as he moved to go and take his frustrations out on another poor girl that was trying to get away from him.
He got his punches in before he stalked back up to his office and went right back to his paperwork as if the girl's pain and untimely death didn't matter to him.
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Post by shiner on Sept 11, 2009 17:39:46 GMT -5
"NO!" Shiner screamed, suddenly coming out of her daze. She was standing next to Nike when the girl had gone off, working beside her when she'd injured herself. Just seconds ago.
"No, she's-- Don't touch her!" Shiner knelt beside the girl she'd come to think of as a fairly good friend. She hadn't like Nike too much at first, but it didn't make sense to avoid the other workers here. They had to stick together. Shiner ripped the apron off over her head, pressing it to Nike's wound. She knew what to do, her uncle was a doctor after all. She never missed him so much in her life now. "Nike, don't, please, don't go..." Tears streamed down her face.
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Post by clyde on Sept 11, 2009 20:06:48 GMT -5
As the guards got agitated by Shiner one of them walked over and shoved her out of the way as another two grabbed Nike's body. Letting two go to keeping Shiner at bay as the marched Nike's limp body outside. They brandished their riffles at Shiner to give her cause to try and stop them and she would meet the same fate as her friend.
Being tossed out like last weeks trash into a heap in a bush outside. Left there to die, while others' worked.
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Post by Tate Potter on Sept 11, 2009 20:35:58 GMT -5
Tate saw Nike take the hit of the bullet as she came around her machine from the back, she'd been brushing her hand across her forehead to get rid of the sweat before she saw Nike fall and Shiner run.
She dropped her tools and ran, "Nike!" there wasn't much anyone could do but the girl saw her friend fall and managed to get there just as the guards shoved Shiner away and moved to take her. She tried to reach over their arms but she couldn't reach her. She struggled and started fighting back. She'd had enough. She couldn't take anymore as she threw a wild punch to the man that held her back. It didn't do any damage and all he managed to do was catch her in the face with his pistol to get her away from him.
"BACK TA WORK!" the guard shouted at the two girls. "Nothing ta see here!"
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Post by shiner on Sept 11, 2009 21:12:39 GMT -5
Shiner moved quickly, but only to grab Tate's arms to try and stop her from attacking again. She hugged the older girl from behind, sobbing into her shoulder, "Don't, don't... It's over..."
She led Tate away from the man, grateful none of the younger children had run up to attack. But they had still seen it. Shiner doubted anyone would be getting any sleep tonight. Or that they would be fed thanks to their fighting back.
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Post by Tate Potter on Sept 11, 2009 21:59:46 GMT -5
Tate turned and wrapped her arms around Shiner, though to be honest she wasn't to much older but she looked over her shoulder. Her face burned but she pressed her face into the other girls hair. "They're coming for us. I know they will.. they have too.." Her father had to know she was missing by now, there was no way that her father wouldn't. And Medda... they knew she was missing so why weren't the cops storming the place?
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THANKS SWEETS!
