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Post by Richter on Dec 30, 2013 4:56:51 GMT -6
The guards collapsed in a heap, the first from having his ankle wounded and the second from having that guy thrown on top of him. Was starting to look like a real mess in here. The ones still up with their batons chased after him, even as Achmetha opened the door; which was made of metal and could be barred and locked up tight in an emergency, but it looks like no one was close enough to lock this one up yet. It opened into another curved, glass roofed hallway with writing on the wall denoting that this was "A wing, transit hub". How big was this place it needed a transit hub?
The door opened onto a raised platform, a guard rail to his immediate right overlooking a metro tunnel on which was placed a small train car. A set of stairs lead down to it, and security cameras watched every angle of the room, with a few swiveling to face him when he barged in. But all of this was hard to look at, because the moment he got through the door, he'd feel a heavy, gloved hand grab him by the throat and lift him up bodily.
"And just where do you suppose you're going off to?!" A voice boomed, and he could clearly see who it belong to. A tall man dressed in similar drab grey uniform as the guards outside, but his was trimmed with gold and shoulder boards of matching color. This guy looked absolutely furious, and quite intimidating. Heavy boots and gloves of black leather went with the uniform, and a police warden's cap tied the appearance together. No doubt he ran the place, and a badge on his hat even confirmed that: "Warden Bonavare", it said.
A second hand shot out immediately and grabbed Achmetha's wrist, and promptly twisted it to make him drop the gun, or at least turn it to where he couldn't shoot it at anyone.
"No one has ever escaped my prison, and I do not intend for some scumbag from the south to be the one to change things!"
The warden moved to the side and pushed the escapee against the wall while his guards caught him, more like a slam really - the impact was hard enough to knock the wind out of him. They came over and replaced his cuffs and shackles while their boss held him still. Then a couple of them took him off the warden's hands, and he stood back and looked at them all with disapproval, and rage, hands on his hips like an angry mother berating the neighborhood kids.
"You sorry sacks couldn't even contain one guy, even after I told you to take special care of this one? Are you incompetent, deaf, or both?! Or do you just think I'm fucking around when I say to keep your eyes on someone? You had one job!"
No one answered, other than the soldiers in the room prior that Achmetha wounded, whom groaned in pain. Which made the warden facepalm. "Someone get those knuckleheads to the doctor, and I want to see whoever let this bastard get their pistol in my office when we're through here. We're gonna have ourselves a nice little chat about your assignment here!"
Someone was going to get the chewing out of a lifetime.
"What about this guy, boss?" One of the guards risked asking, there were about 6 of them in here with the both of them now.
"Forgot the usual procedure, just drag this worm off to his cell to stew for awhile." Bonavare exclaimed.
The guards nodded and, this time three of them, started to guide him down the stairs to the train.
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Post by Pitman on Dec 30, 2013 5:38:42 GMT -6
As Achmetha was escaping a voice soon rang out which made him completely stop.
"What in the wor-", before Achmetha could do anything he was single handily taken down by the man before him.
As he listened he soon began his surroundings as he was cuff. Before he could do much he simply went silent to begin formulating his next plan if he could. As he soon found out the man before him was either A the warden or B an over temperamental boss.
As he was soon was practically dragged away to the train he soon says, "Hey by the way... where the fuck am I? Also who was that guy?"
Of course an innocent question but anyone would be wary on to even speak.
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Post by Richter on Dec 30, 2013 6:05:55 GMT -6
One of Achmetha's escorts nudged him to keep moving, and then whispered into his ear. "Keep it down buddy, for all our sakes."
After saying that he looked over his shoulder worriedly, and the trio funneled into the second car with him in toe. Once they were seated a computerized beep sounded in the train, and it began to speed down the rails headed. There were two sets of tracks here, side by side and going in opposite directions with a walkway for foot traffic on both sides, though these seemed to be underused. The curvature of this place became much more apparent as the train picked up speed and carried them deeper into the prison's interior, it felt like it was shaped like a giant torus or something. The glass ceiling thing seemed to be a prevailing theme here, even the train tunnel was open to the sky, and that tower could be seen here too, peering down at everything. After about 20 minutes, the place was evidently massive, they passed through a security checkpoint. The rail car slowed to a stop outside a pair of metal double doors that blocked the tracks and the foot path, and a group of bored looking guards in another watch post looked them over to make sure it all checked out. Once certain it was they opened the door, allowing the train to continue slowly into a transition point akin to an airlock. The door behind them closed, and then another in front of them opened to let them pass back into another almost identical tunnel. Writing on the wall here denoted that they had left "A wing" and were heading into "B wing", with arrows pointing back and forth respectively. After a few more minutes of silence one of the guards finally indulged him with an answer.
"Place has a lot of names. Official name being Ís Fangelsi. 'Ad to ask one of the bloody locals to figure out what it meant, stupid me." The guy spat. "Most of us just call it Tartarus, because being here is hell."
"As for who that is," a second replied, "that'd be Warden Bonavare. You're going to be seeing a lot of him."
Beyond that none of them said anything, but they did look at him suspiciously, wondering who the hell this guy was, and what made him so special. A lot of high profile people came through here, but the guards were mostly kept in the dark for security purposes.
To either side of the train tunnel they'd begin to pass by train platforms similar to the one they departed on, one to each side in a symmetrical pattern. Signs denoted that these were part of "B wing, Cellblock 1, 2, etc". The car slowed to a stop again at Block 5. The guards ushered him out and lead him forcibly up another set of concrete stairs and through another security junction, a smaller one than the one in A wing, and into the cellblock itself. Which was huge, a big triple layered chamber with about a dozen doors on each side, per level. There were no bars, the doors were solid metal with only a view slit at eye level and a bigger one at knee level for food and rations to be passed through. Each door was numbered, they brought Achmetha to door 11, opened it, and then pushed him inside.
"Hope you enjoy your stay, git." One of the guards muttered and then shut the door behind him with a resounding as it was locked up tight.
Truth be told the room he'd be staying it could be worse, it wasn't that cramped. A single bed was placed along the left and right walls, with a foot locker at the bottom of each. A small bathroom nook was opposite of the door in and to the left. A large window made up much of the back wall, the same dreary scenery able to be seen through the glass. What was probably most interesting was that Achmetha wasn't alone in here.
The bed to his right had a man sitting on it, slumped against the wall with arms folded. The guy looked to be in his 30's or so, maybe leaning towards the older side. Not at all a weakling, he was pretty well built, appearing strong and rather imposing.
"Lot of new guys today." His cellmate remarked, voice gruff and taciturn. "Someone must be cleaning house back in Avalon."
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Post by Pitman on Jan 2, 2014 22:08:48 GMT -6
As Achmetha was lead to by the guards and listened on what they said he began to try to figure out where he was. The names themselves indicated he was for sure not on a normal place. This information is key, without it he would be utter lost.
After the guard said about the Warden he soon replies, "How charming..."
He was paying attention where they were taking him, noticing everything for future reference. He maybe a mechanic at heart but thanks to his time in Lyon he wasn't totally unprepared. As he was brought to his cell number 11, Achmetha soon replies to the guards, "Oh I will, tell that warden he has a mean punch for me will you?"
As he turned in his cell he soon sighed after the guards left. But what caught him off guard was a imposing man in the cell.
"Oh? Roommate I take it?", Achmetha soon asked as he heard what he said.
'Cleaning up in Avalon? What is that suppose to mean?'
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Post by Richter on Jan 2, 2014 22:29:58 GMT -6
The man nodded at first, not being too quick to speak, as if deliberating his words carefully before saying them.
"Seems so. But don't look too glum, solitaire is worse than a bunkmate." He responded, implying he'd been here awhile if he got put in solitary confinement before. As for the person himself, it was hard to tell where he was from. Didn't really have an accent.
But after hearing Achmetha speak, he noticed that his new cellmate did. Which made him look up at last, examining who he was kept in here with, trying to figure out who he was...and why a foreigner would be here of all places.
"Or maybe not, you don't sound like you're from Avalon. What's your story, wrong place at the wrong time?" The powerfully built fellow inquired, face expressionless, not betraying how he felt on any of this.
After a short pause he tacked on a single word, "Duren", and held out a hand to shake. It was done as an afterthought, as if he didn't think exchange of names was too important. Maybe it wasn't in here.
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Post by Pitman on Jan 2, 2014 22:50:52 GMT -6
Achmetha soon turned to the man who seemed more friendly they he looked. For once the picture of the person doesn't match the personality.
"Well you will laugh about how that happened.... but I was on a date when they got me.", Achmetha managed to say it would be embarrassing regardless.
When Duren soon gave his name Achmetha felt civil enough to says his.
"Achmetha... Achmetha Rorke, rank Captain of the Ys Military.", Achmetha answered as he shook his hand.
"So how did you get in this nice... err fine place.", Achmetha then asked.
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Post by Richter on Jan 2, 2014 23:01:58 GMT -6
The answers, not just the first one, rewarded him with a stare. Duren almost couldn't believe it, and he was trying to see if he was being screwed with or not. But apparently it wasn't the case. He folded his arms back up, regardless, after they shook.
"Didn't see that one comin'." Duren quipped in reaction, but shrugged all the same.
"Most of us are from Avalon...or Feldel, or Odessa. Not many foreigners, people the blue-blooded don't want causing a fuss end up here; but can't say we get a lot of time to mingle with other inmates, mind, to be sure. Usually your type go somewhere else."
"Must have been datin' the wrong dame to end up in here."
As for how he got here, Duren just made an annoyed grunt. "Put my nose where some say it didn't belong."
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Post by Pitman on Jan 2, 2014 23:51:19 GMT -6
That gave a lot of question answered, when he said where many are from.
"Wait... your saying that everyone here are actually Avalonian themselves?", Achmetha soon figured out.
'Wait that makes total sense especially what that commander at Odessa was saying. Anyone against any of the Nobility would likely got to be put somewhere without making a fuss.'
"So when you said they are cleaning in Avalonian you meant...", Achmetha soon said when it all dawned on him.
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Post by Richter on Jan 3, 2014 0:01:02 GMT -6
Duren finished for him. "I meant they're putting away anyone who doesn't see eye to eye with how things are done."
"Or who's open about it and causing trouble, more accurately."
"Guess someone really had it out for you."
The man shifted position until he was lying down, and peering out the window at the back of their cell.
"Better get comfy, no one getting out of here seems to be a trend. Not for lack of tryin', either."
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Post by Pitman on Jan 3, 2014 0:45:16 GMT -6
"Well... I don't plan to stay here long. I need to get out of here and see if Regina is fine or not.", Achmetha soon said after he heard that.
He didn't say anything who that was but he was defiantly worried. Regina was a person who was not from Earth and that alone made him worry if Avalon would do anything to her.
"Anyways Duren... I got a question for you. The Guard said the locals called this place Fangelsi. But I never heard such a place in the mainland Europe. Obviously being Avalon controlled are we on Avalon itself?", Achmetha soon asked.
He needed all the information he could get pin point the place he is and well get the fuck out or call for help.
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Post by Richter on Jan 3, 2014 0:59:21 GMT -6
"Ís Fangelsi," Duren corrected without shifting his gaze from the tower outside. "Means Ice Prison."
"Not many places where it snows year-round on the Avalonian isles. None of them could hold a place this big."
The man pointed where he was looking. "This place is bigger than any building I've ever been in. Don't think you could secret it away in a mountain somewhere. Even if you could, you'd see that tower."
"It's big enough to watch the whole prison." After saying that part he turned his head to look at Achmetha again. "And does. Warden can see everything from up there, its why no one's got out. I tried, too."
"So...we must be somewhere in the North. Beats me where."
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Post by Pitman on Jan 3, 2014 1:08:07 GMT -6
"North huh... with a ton of snow too, where does it snow all the time that is Under Avalon. That could only be one place then...", Achmetha soon said then went into deep thought.
A prison that the Warden sees all, no escape, in the middle of snow and mountain. Now the only place I can think of in terms of setting Scotland? Northern Ireland? No Northern Ireland is still a giant lake.... wait.... the only place and the type of prison it is!!'
"Panopticon..." Achmetha soon said, as he figured out what kind if prison it is. Not to mention likely Iceland would be the most obvious choice with his own information. It would explain why no one escaped even if they did... its a fucking island in the middle of the Alantic Ocean.
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Post by Richter on Jan 3, 2014 1:12:27 GMT -6
"Yeah, Panopticon. Old idea, didn't think anyone took it to heart. Guess I found out the hard way. All sorts of bad ideas are coming to the surface these days."
"What are you thinking?" Duren said, sitting back up when he realized Achmetha might have figured something out. Obviously he was interested.
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Post by Pitman on Jan 3, 2014 1:20:02 GMT -6
"Well Duren... lets say what if I told you I figured out where we are? As well I been thinking... if everyone where is an enemy to Avalon maybe...", Achmetha was saying then walked up to his bed.
"Well also is there anytime we actually see the other prisoners?", Achmetha then asked.
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Post by Richter on Jan 3, 2014 1:26:59 GMT -6
"I'd tell you I'm interested." Duren replied. "Been mighty curious since I got here."
As for the other question, he considered that briefly. "When we're sent out to work, we see a few others. Same during showers. They keep us under constant watch and separated. Only one side, on one level, go to do either at once."
"That amounts to about twelve to twenty-odd people at max. Easier to keep control that way."
If Achmetha was paying attention that'd make sense to what he saw. There being 12 cell doors on his side of the prison block here, and 3 levels. Which meant that, if every cell had two people, each block held at most 144 people at a time.
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