Post by Deleted on Sept 13, 2015 14:49:37 GMT
[Ki Suppression- 5 PL]
All across the city the television had been filled with warnings of an invasion. Before they knew it, many were evacuated. One such group was taken to Ginger Town, where a camp was quickly built to accommodate some of the population.
A police officer with black bottlecap sunglasses and a crisp blue uniform patrolled the camp. He was wearing a navy blue neck warmer that covered his face all the way up to his nose. His hands were gloved.A large dress cap covered his head. The camp before him was made up of tan tents with tenants who sat around miserably, no doubt wishing to be back home in their city.
The officer shuffled past many of the tenants of the refugee camp. In the distance was his guard shack, he was all alone in his duties here. As he came to finish his patrol he thought he heard something behind him, and he turned back towards the camp and observed it slowly.
He entered the shack. It was an actual building, an outpost for a western continent martial that was given up to be used as the guard house for this camp. As he entered the room, everything seemed normal. His desk was in order, the radio was letting out a small amount of white noise, and no one was waiting to see him.
The room behind the desk was a holding center. Refugees often got unruly. He entered the room behind his desk, which had two cells. Inside were four people in one cell, none in the other. One woman, two men, and a small child. As soon as the officer entered they began to shriek in horror.
“Hello kiddies!” the officer’s voice rang out, muffled by his neck warmer. He pulled it down to reveal a grisly grinning face. His hat removed to reveal pointed makayan ears and blond hair tied into a tight topknot to conceal its length. Flicking his wrists, he removed his gloves from his hands theatrically to reveal hands with claw like nails covered in red nail polish.
The child, about three years old, began to wail as his mother tried to comfort him. All of them were cowering in the back corners of the cell. One of the men looked to be somewhat muscular with a bit of a gut, the other a frail looking businessman with a sharp haircut. The woman and her child were both brunettes.
“I know that you are all spies for the invasion force!” Kobal said cackling as he began to unlock the cage. He approached, not worrying about them running for the door. They had already tried all sorts of monkey business over the past few days. He grabbed at the collar of the suited businessman.
“What are the plans of the invasion force?” Kobal said with his jagged smile right into the face of the man. His cotton candy breath pouring right into the man’s nose.
“I don’t know! How could we possibly know?” the man pleaded.
“Then who does, someone in the camp is a traitor!” Kobal asked. This had been the game, it started with the muscle man who had eventually given the woman’s name. The woman unfortunately had cried her child's name. The child had said the name of this man.
The man looked hesitant. It seemed as if he had been briefed on what happens if you gave a name.
Kobal grabbed the woman’s child, ripping the sobbing brat from his mother’s arms. He rest a sharp fingernail on the nape of the child’s neck.
“Kern, Kern is the spy. He is always watching the city and talking on his phone!” The businessman said.
“Wonderful news! I will fetch him now, and once we are sure it is him you will all be free to go,” Kobal said with a deviant smile and a wink. He kept the child tucked away. He could see the mother whimpering. He picked the child up and the woman screamed at the top of her lungs and ran towards him. Pushing her back, he exited the cell and locked it. He then opened the adjacent cell and put the wailing child inside of it.
“Don’t be so glum kid, have a toy!” Kobal said as a deranged looking teddy bear manifested in his hands. He placed it inside of the cage, and the child backed away from it.
“I’ll be back! I’ve got to go pick up Mr. Kern. Tata!” Kobal said as he dressed himself again in the attire of a police officer. He moved back into office, going through the map of the refugee camp looking for a name. He finally found it, and he prepared to stroll off again back towards the ramshackle tents.
“I am looking for a Mr. Kern,” Kobal said, his voice again muffled by his disguise; his eyes hidden by bottlecap sunglasses. He found himself pointed towards the outskirts of the camp, where a hill that gave a view of the city under siege had many folks still gathered and spectating.
A police officer with black bottlecap sunglasses and a crisp blue uniform patrolled the camp. He was wearing a navy blue neck warmer that covered his face all the way up to his nose. His hands were gloved.A large dress cap covered his head. The camp before him was made up of tan tents with tenants who sat around miserably, no doubt wishing to be back home in their city.
The officer shuffled past many of the tenants of the refugee camp. In the distance was his guard shack, he was all alone in his duties here. As he came to finish his patrol he thought he heard something behind him, and he turned back towards the camp and observed it slowly.
He entered the shack. It was an actual building, an outpost for a western continent martial that was given up to be used as the guard house for this camp. As he entered the room, everything seemed normal. His desk was in order, the radio was letting out a small amount of white noise, and no one was waiting to see him.
The room behind the desk was a holding center. Refugees often got unruly. He entered the room behind his desk, which had two cells. Inside were four people in one cell, none in the other. One woman, two men, and a small child. As soon as the officer entered they began to shriek in horror.
“Hello kiddies!” the officer’s voice rang out, muffled by his neck warmer. He pulled it down to reveal a grisly grinning face. His hat removed to reveal pointed makayan ears and blond hair tied into a tight topknot to conceal its length. Flicking his wrists, he removed his gloves from his hands theatrically to reveal hands with claw like nails covered in red nail polish.
The child, about three years old, began to wail as his mother tried to comfort him. All of them were cowering in the back corners of the cell. One of the men looked to be somewhat muscular with a bit of a gut, the other a frail looking businessman with a sharp haircut. The woman and her child were both brunettes.
“I know that you are all spies for the invasion force!” Kobal said cackling as he began to unlock the cage. He approached, not worrying about them running for the door. They had already tried all sorts of monkey business over the past few days. He grabbed at the collar of the suited businessman.
“What are the plans of the invasion force?” Kobal said with his jagged smile right into the face of the man. His cotton candy breath pouring right into the man’s nose.
“I don’t know! How could we possibly know?” the man pleaded.
“Then who does, someone in the camp is a traitor!” Kobal asked. This had been the game, it started with the muscle man who had eventually given the woman’s name. The woman unfortunately had cried her child's name. The child had said the name of this man.
The man looked hesitant. It seemed as if he had been briefed on what happens if you gave a name.
Kobal grabbed the woman’s child, ripping the sobbing brat from his mother’s arms. He rest a sharp fingernail on the nape of the child’s neck.
“Kern, Kern is the spy. He is always watching the city and talking on his phone!” The businessman said.
“Wonderful news! I will fetch him now, and once we are sure it is him you will all be free to go,” Kobal said with a deviant smile and a wink. He kept the child tucked away. He could see the mother whimpering. He picked the child up and the woman screamed at the top of her lungs and ran towards him. Pushing her back, he exited the cell and locked it. He then opened the adjacent cell and put the wailing child inside of it.
“Don’t be so glum kid, have a toy!” Kobal said as a deranged looking teddy bear manifested in his hands. He placed it inside of the cage, and the child backed away from it.
“I’ll be back! I’ve got to go pick up Mr. Kern. Tata!” Kobal said as he dressed himself again in the attire of a police officer. He moved back into office, going through the map of the refugee camp looking for a name. He finally found it, and he prepared to stroll off again back towards the ramshackle tents.
“I am looking for a Mr. Kern,” Kobal said, his voice again muffled by his disguise; his eyes hidden by bottlecap sunglasses. He found himself pointed towards the outskirts of the camp, where a hill that gave a view of the city under siege had many folks still gathered and spectating.
Please don't auto-find the prisoner abuse that is happening on post one.