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Damien Thorn (ex_bornofaja490) wrote in utr_logs,
@ 2009-03-23 08:01:00

Entry tags:

damien thorn, purifiers plot, shang tsung, stan marsh

Who: Damien Thorn, 359, Stan Marsh, and Shang Tsung
When: After his capture by the purifiers
Where: Cells
What: Torment, abuse, imprisonment
Rating: R

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Damien was not very happy lately. He would be alone for a time. Then the guards would come for him, and he'd be lucky if even one of them ended up feeling sick, phobic, or suddenly suicidal. Those occurrences were less and less frequent; it would seem that these Purifiers were beginning to adapt. They had foregone using repeat injections, as there was really no way to tell when the dosage would wear off or not. It would appear that while he had a very strong immune system, he was not too resistant to nature's next best thing: electrical currents. Besides, they seemed to get some perverse joy out of putting tasers or cattle prods to him every time there was even a hint of a glare in his expressions.

There was a man who liked doing experiments. He supposed their enthusiasm was akin to the types of people who went nuts over some celebrity figures. Having the antichrist here, or at least one of them, was intriguing. Which wasn't quite so good on his end of things. It was mostly repetitious at first. Injecting toxins into his veins, pouring poisonous liquids down his mouth, spraying lethal gases near his nose. All those proved futile. Then they went for more physical methods, seeing how much beatings he could take, or how he would heal from various attacks. The shock therapy was not fun at all, however. That seemed to cause pain to him. And they were quite overjoyed once they found that weakness; especially after one of the medical assistants impulsively jumped out the five-story window when she made the mistake of looking into his eyes for so long (which resulted in him being blindfolded from that point on).

This happened several times a day. He'd be returned to his cell to rest, then they'd come back for him several hours later. This had gone on all day. He had begun to lost count of it all. Finally, this last time, he was tossed into the cell, blindfold over his eyes, hands tied by ropes behind his back. They opted for rope after the handcuffs seemed faulty enough to keep unlocking once they put them on him. He heard their cruel laughs after landing on his arse, followed by that very common sound of the bar-doors to his cell closing. He'd gotten used to that sound by now. He cursed under his breath, shaking his head as he struggled with the rope. No use.. they'd tied it good. He wondered if anyone else would be thrown in here with him. Or if there were captives in the other cells near his own. For all he knew, he could be the only one on this floor...

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robyngraves
2009-03-23 11:17 pm UTC (link)

A rescue mission. Not exactly 359's style, not ever. Things had changed since she'd died, though she refused to admit it. She justified the excursion simply as an invitation to hunt and kill without consequences, one she'd be stupid to pass up. A news search had done a good job of locating where Damien must be held, though facts of the incidents were obscured, probably intentionally. She was quite sure of the building, it was in a neighborhood where she'd killed before, back when her masters had lived on the outskirts of London.

Before leaving Mordhaus, she'd grabbed her GPS phone and stopped by the main office to check in with her coworkers, who were bored and playing poker. Security staff had quadrupled since the Purifiers started showing up, though nothing had been happening at Mordhaus. She took with her a black backpack that had seen better days, and strapped a sword to her hip, a handgun to her leg on the opposite side. There were plenty of knives on her person as well.

The portkey took her a few blocks away from the suspected building, where she got her bearings and snuck through darkness towards her destination. Stealth was not exactly her strong point. She had always described herself as a sledgehammer: a blunt brutal object meant to pound away at something until it bends or breaks. Her trainees could attest to this all too well. But she'd been practicing the last few months, and her ability to quickly learn things relevant to her interests demonstrated itself by the fact that she arrived at the correct building unseen.

She looked up. There were the broken windows that Damien had spoken of. Fourth floor. Can't go in the front door. Can't climb up the walls. People on the roof, hidden snipers, people patrolling the sides of the building. Plenty of guards by the fire escape, but it looked like her only option to get up there. She dropped down in the dark and began to crawl, slowly. Four guards in this alley. She crept up behind one of them, knife in each hand. The others weren't looking at him, and she was able to slit his throat without any trouble. Her victim's gun had a silencer- how thoughtful of him, so she used it to dispatch the other three in rapid succession and took it with her. There went the entire force in the alley. But the ones inside would know she was coming, she could see the cameras and they'd be making regular radio checks besides that. She hopped up the fire escape, trying to get as far up as she could before the inevitable reactionary forces came her way...

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ex_bornofaja490
2009-03-24 10:27 pm UTC (link)

Damien had been using the phone to reply to messages, but now sat patiently. The ropes were discarded since the female guard was so kind enough to remove them. Of course, she'd made the mistake of glaring at him when he managed to remove his blindfold by rubbing his head on the floor. He was looking at her now. And she was looking back, though she may as well have been elsewhere. Like she was daydreaming. Then he heard alarms. He looked at his phone, then forcefully threw it up to the overhead lights, shattering a couple of them. It would have to be enough. Just had to.

He put his hand to the door, on the lock.. and it unlatched itself. The lights above him then cracked in their bulbs. He watched as a team of five guards walked swiftly down the hall, stopping once they saw the boy out of his bonds and holding the phone. One asked, "What are you, why.. how did you.." Damien did not want to bring attention to his most helpful guard since she could still be used. He just said with a shrug, "Well, correct me if I'm wrong, but don't you have bigger problems now?"

They fidgeted with their guns, unsure for a moment, but then grunted, obviously frustrated. "Fine. We'll be back, demonspawn. Watch him, Susan!" And they began to make their way toward the door leading to the fire escape outside. Damien looked into the female guard's eyes, staring more intently. She was his now.. but he continued just in case, his face now serious. "Kill them."

The woman turned, pulling the pistol from her holster. She began to follow the other guards, taking aim and shooting one in the back. Then she fired at the second man. And the third. It was truly chaotic. They were confused and in sudden fear.. funny how death has that effect. The remaining two guards, agitated as they were, pushed themselves through the door and made their way outside. Damien sighed and pushed his cell door open, making his way to the end of the hall. "Never a good time as now to go." It was time that he took advantage of Robyn's distraction...

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robyngraves
2009-03-26 01:52 am UTC (link)

She made it just two floors up the fire escape before she heard a stomping of boots from the second and third floors, and then shots from the fourth. A good indicator that the guards had been alerted to her mischief. That was fast, but really she would've been disappointed with anything less. Hopefully those shots were Damien taking advantage of the situation, and the guards hadn't simply decided to shoot their captive to try to kill him. That would be somewhat embarrassing.

She ducked outside the fire escape door on floor three and waited for the guards. The first kicked open the door while a second crouched to sweep the area. 359 grabbed his rife and hit him with the butt of it to knock him back. The first guard attempted to train his weapon on her but rifles were cumbersome for close-combat, and she got inside his space and shot him between the eyes with the smaller gun she'd pilfered earlier. Directly following that, she unloaded the weapon on the remaining guards, making sure they were all dead. She could hear more pounding footsteps coming this way through the hall around the corner, four or five more pairs of boots. And another five coming up the fire escape. She slunk back into an open cell, as her only option now. She couldn't take ten of these guys at once. However, she knew she would have to bust through a good chunk of them on her way out. Her goal was the nearest stairwell, where she'd head either up or down depending on where the guards were, and hopefully lead these fuckers all around the building in a wild goose chase, giving Damien the option to escape.

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soul_stealing
2009-03-26 07:42 pm UTC (link)

A purple vortex appeared.. and Shang Tsung stepped out of it. Once it had closed up, he then formed another one, this time to Stan's location. That would have to do. He saw some broken windows. Heard the stomping of boots. As he glanced up, he saw a few of them heading up the stairs to the fire escape. He stretched out his arm and a fireball flew from his hand, hitting one in the back. The man was aflame, flailing madly in pain. Then the sorcerer fire at another guard.

Meanwhile, on the fourth floor, Damien had left his cell. He'd noticed that the others on his floor was empty. Probably a good idea or he'd have used that. As he walked down the hall, the overhead lights began to burst, one row of fluorescent bulbs shattering after the next (like a domino effect), and the entire hallway was soon in complete darkness.

Damien heard the running of boots behind him, yells of surprised confusion, and he stepped aside as he let them pass by him. Yes.. he could see perfectly in the dark. Probably from his jackal DNA. As he made his way to the fire escape door, he couldn't help but be curious about the screams from outside, as well as the stench of smoke..

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redpoofballhat
2009-03-26 08:02 pm UTC (link)

Stan hadn't been totally unprepared for something weird to happen, but a portal just popping open was definitely not something he could totally prepare himself for. "Holy shit," he squeaked out, gripping the baseball bat he'd managed to find tightly in his right hand. He didn't plan on doing too much fighting, but it was stupid to do this without any kind of weapon.

Taking a deep breath, he stepped through, the noise and chaos instantly assaulting his sense. "Oh Jesus." He had to take a second to adapt, and then looked to Shang Tsung. "Thanks dude. Do we know where Damien is?" He was taking this whole thing completely serious. His muscles were tensed, and the baseball bat had been slung over his shoulder. Just because he wasn't planning to do any fighting didn't mean he wasn't ready to, if the need arose.

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soul_stealing
2009-03-26 09:01 pm UTC (link)

Shang glanced up at the doors, seeing if he could sense a soul as dar as his own. As he focused, he gave a light nod before looking back at Stan. "Yes.. he is on the fourth floor. And I am nearly certain that he is responsible for that floor's blackout."

He looked back and saw a female guard had been shooting her partners.. until one of them finally emptied an entire clip into her. Shang smirked. "Perhaps that was also his doing. I will see if I can get their attention off him and on to me. Damien would take advantage of that. If need be, we can pull them in the opposite direction." He saw four guards dropping down and rushing.

So he raised his arms... and as if on cue, a ball of fire rose out of the ground, knocking up the second, setting him ablaze. The second fireball rose up and did the same. followed by the third. One guard left now. At least until another group of them came along.

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robyngraves
2009-03-26 10:38 pm UTC (link)

She had ditched the empty weapon and now had the foreign rifle strapped to her back, and her own gun in her hand. More commotion, this time from outside. Maybe some backup. Hopefully with powers. Must be something big anyway, from the reaction of the guards converging on her location. They completely forgot to check the cells, most of them barreled right past her, yelling "Move!" A stroke of luck indeed. She let the whole group rush past before she sprinted the other way down the hall. She took cover behind a corner, and unloaded an entire clip on their retreating backs, felling a fair few of them. That would ease the load for whoever had also come to the rescue. Two turned around to give chase, shooting at her location and the rest continued outside. She dashed down the stairwell buying time enough to reload.

On the landing of the second floor she waited for the guards to catch up, shooting one who tumbled down the stairs to land broken at her feet. The second managed to get a shot off before she killed him too, and the bullet hit her in the left arm.

It hurt, but she wouldn't die. She ripped off a strip of her shirt and spent precious seconds tying it over the bleeding. Looks like it was about time to make her exit. There was enough chaos that she planned on simply waltzing out the front door, more or less. She listened but the thumping of boots wasn't close enough to worry her. She drew her sword and holstered the gun. On the floor near her shoes was still the twisted first body. Such a shame to let all this go to waste. But battles were like that. They made a lot of waste. With a clean chop she severed his dead left hand from his arm and picked it up. It still had a wedding ring on it. This amused her, and she stuffed the hand in her pocket, but not quite all the way, the fingers were poking out.

Time to head down to the ground floor. Hopefully there'd be a nice big lobby full of people to butcher.

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