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Post by Camden and Lisabetta on Mar 28, 2013 23:38:47 GMT -5
Lisabetta screamed into her gag, looking around, trying to see if she could find where it landed.
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Post by Clare/Peter/Kirsten on Mar 28, 2013 23:39:24 GMT -5
"It's gone," she said.
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Post by Camden and Lisabetta on Mar 28, 2013 23:41:47 GMT -5
Lisabetta looked at her, pure, unbridled rage in her eyes.
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Post by Clare/Peter/Kirsten on Mar 28, 2013 23:42:12 GMT -5
"You hate me, I hate you, whatever," she said.
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Post by Camden and Lisabetta on Mar 28, 2013 23:43:25 GMT -5
Lisabetta kept glaring at her, murderous intent obvious in her eyes.
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Post by Clare/Peter/Kirsten on Mar 28, 2013 23:43:47 GMT -5
"You guys ready yet?" she called.
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Post by Camden and Lisabetta on Mar 28, 2013 23:47:21 GMT -5
Miguel and Jonathan walked in, seeing Lisabetta. "Good thing we really don't need to get her out of the chair for this process." The two men grabbed the chair, tilted it back about 45 degrees, and dragged her into the other room, Lisabetta kicking and screaming the whole time because of the ring.
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Post by Clare/Peter/Kirsten on Mar 28, 2013 23:48:07 GMT -5
Clare followed, smug grin on her face.
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Post by Camden and Lisabetta on Mar 28, 2013 23:51:09 GMT -5
The two men left the chair in front of Queen's tube, and stuck needles into her upper arms and thighs, eliciting a muffled scream of pain from Lisabetta. "Prepping..." Miguel said. Lisabetta's eyes once again betrayed fear, as she looked around, suddenly realizing where exactly they were.
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Post by Jack Drake on Mar 28, 2013 23:52:30 GMT -5
Jack finally arrived, concerned that the signal wasn't moving. He soon found the Morpher lying there, picking it up as he ran inside, looking around and screaming her name.
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Post by Camden and Lisabetta on Mar 28, 2013 23:58:22 GMT -5
His voice was faintly heard. "Shit. Here we go." Jonathan, flipping a lever. Lisabetta screamed a muffled scream of agony, feeling like her body was on fire, almost. Outside, another car pulled up, and a woman stepped out. "Find the door not already open and slide down the shaft inside." She said to herself, finding the elevator door and opening it, looking down the shaft.
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Post by Jack Drake on Mar 28, 2013 23:59:04 GMT -5
Jack continued to shout for Lisabetta, hurrying room to room, trying to find anything.
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Post by Camden and Lisabetta on Mar 29, 2013 0:02:11 GMT -5
He wouldn't find anything helpful.
Lisabetta slumped in her bonds, the armor of Impact Queen floating safely in the tank behind her. "Now that we have that out of the way," Jonathan said, "The abuse can continue. Clare, have at it."
The woman leapt out, grabbing the cable and wrapping a short length of rope around it, sliding down with ease and landing at the bottom of the shaft, three stories below.
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Post by Jack Drake on Mar 29, 2013 0:03:42 GMT -5
Jack heard something and hurried out, seeing the open shaft. He ran over and looked down, seeing someone descending. He used his Scope Shot to lower himself down at a fast rate of speed, trying to catch up.
Clare smiled, "Well, the pain is just the start."
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Post by Camden and Lisabetta on Mar 29, 2013 0:09:01 GMT -5
The woman saw him. "Shit." She muttered, before heading through a door and blocking it with some nearby debris. She then wandered inward.
Lisabetta looked up, obviously weary, mumbling pleas for mercy, the fear evident in her eyes. She struggled weakly, yelping slightly when Jonathan pulled the needles out. "I'm expecting a guest in a few minutes. If a young woman comes in here, don't kill her." Jonathan said. "Just a little touch of my own." Miguel said, wrapping tape around Lisabetta's head over her eyes, eliciting a mumble of surprise from Lisabetta.
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