Mariana Lockdown: Sector Zero

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Paolo Delucci
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"He's awake..."

The first thing Paolo could feel upon awakening were the leather straps around his hands and feet. Instinctively tugging at them, he was met with resistance. His eyes dilated as a medical light shone over them. The Italian mobster could just barely turn his head along the metal table, expressionless upon seeing the bloody medical tools laid about carelessly. Some were rusty, others were cracked, much like the ceiling. The floor was absolutely filthy, and the smells in the air left nothing to the imagination.

"Vossen wants him mostly intact."

"Mostly? Are you sure?" He heard a woman's voice respond to the words of an elderly doctor.

"Yes. However, she didn't set any guidelines for anesthesia. I suppose you can use your favorite scalpel for this one."

Paolo's screams went unheard past the steel, airtight doors. It was quite an unpleasant procedure, to say the least. ​
 
Allora

Allora turned around to watch the other female contestant for a moment, and then sighing and realizing that the banker didn't seem to be coming along, she decided to forget her. After all, she didn't owe anything to the woman, she had kept her promise, and had never stated how long that promise would extend. She had made too many offers to people already. Sighing, she turned on her heel and walked through the door and into whatever was beyond it.
 
Ayanna Dawson
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Ayanna guided herself out of the arena, apparently forgotten by Allora, now that the immediate danger had passed. She was on her own again. For all she knew, Kenji was dead (although such was untrue) and Paolo was likely having his capillaries extracted and reinserted painfully. Animals were treated better than inmates stuck in the labs. As Mr. Delucci was surely learning, there was no real useful information derived from the cycle of tearing and stitching and breaking and mending. Ayanna's eyes watered and she laughed. It was the only thing she could do, after all, she had memorized the schedule. Therapy sessions. It was the most bizarre insult she had suffered yet. Therapy was exactly what she needed, and that was the twist. She wasn't meant to go this far, she wasn't meant to survive, she wasn't meant to stay sane. Ayanna followed the signs posted onto the walls towards the "Neurological Studies Complex", as it was called. ​
 
(Do I control the fate of Kenji? I would prefer not to, it would be better if the operation was a surprise. Would you be able to decide what happens Legens?)
 
Alkura

Alkura sighed as she waited for the person to enter, the wait angering her. Suddenly her computer lit up though, the screen saying she had an email. Press a button on her keyboard, she opened the email, which stated they need her in Psychological studies. They were down a therapist, or rather, the therapist they needed had his eyes clawed out by an inmate and was now in intensive care. They needed her down there immediately. Putting on her lab coat and I.D., she sent out another email that made sure any of the people she had written passes to got an increase of time on their pass. She got up and opened the door, then headed to the Psychological studies unit, moving into a room there, and awaiting a patient.
 
Wymsical said:
(Do I control the fate of Kenji? I would prefer not to, it would be better if the operation was a surprise. Would you be able to decide what happens Legens?)
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(I'll let you decide what to do with Kenji next, I don't have much control over it OOC-wise)

Paolo Delucci
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The straitjacket held Paolo's arms tightly in its cruel embrace. The researchers left behind an astounding variety of scars on his arms, torso, and legs, torturing him until he was compliant with their demands. A few drops of blood blackened the leather straps that kept the mobster in place, although whose blood it was could not be known. Paolo was a nervous wreck by now, cursing and muttering once the procedure had been completed. His pupils were dilated, darting around the corners of the room at random. "No more, no more, no more..."

"It's over now, Mr. Delucci. You're allowed to leave, all you have to do is take this box."

It was a small, wooden case that was strikingly heavy. Shaking it gave no clue as to its contents.

"No more," The inmate repeated. He was shivering under the straitjacket.
A nurse began unstrapping it, knowing full-well that Paolo was keen on behaving.

"Vossen has requested that you kill Ayanna Dawson. The contents of this box should help you immensely." ​
 
Kenji Sakamoto

He woke up, dazzling bright lights assaulted his eyes as he opened them so he shut them immediately. He then tried to move his arms and legs but found them restrained, he also noticed he was lying down on something very cold and hard. He slowly opens his eyes, letting them adjust and looks around, two nurses stood to his side and what look to be a surgeon stood at his feet. The surgeon smiled pleasantly, "Good evening Mr.Sakamoto, my name is Dr.Kim. Today we are going to be conducting a little... experiment... I hope you don't mind." Kenji did not scream, Kenji did not hurt, Kenji did not moan and plead. Kenji's pain tolerance had been built to an astounding level throughout his life. He let the surgeon operate, with the idea that he would kill the man as soon as he could.
 
Alkura

Sighing and sitting in the therapy room she waited for the first of the prisoners she would be seeing arrive. She had managed to secure a new data pad for use, and she was casually looking through the psych files of many of the inmates. She stopped on a particular file that belonged to Ayanna Dawson. Interestingly enough, they had her marked down with a severe case of denial. She kept saying that she was innocent. So much so that apparently she had been able to pass a polygraph test that the police gave her with flying colors. Funny, some people must really be innocent in this prison. She marked the file and then shot an electronic message to the local guards to go and pick up Ayanna Dawson and bring her to the therapy room. She wanted to speak to the girl, and she certainly hoped the girl would comply.

Having received the message, two guards found Ayanna, who was moving towards the psychological studies unit anyways. They stopped in front of her and leveled the shotguns they carried.

"Ayanna Dawson, your coming with us to the psychological studies unit, a therapist is there to see you now."

(If any of this is found to be disagreeable just notify me via pm and I will edit it.)
 
Paolo Delucci
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Paolo was given free reign over his movements once he was allowed to leave the laboratory. His hands were shaking, and the contents of the small box clattered over the wooden sides. Two guards were sent to escort him to the therapy room. They were careful not to look him in the eyes, inwardly knowing that they were eerily bloodshot. Paolo resorted to talking to himself, never quite forming words to match the movements of his lips. Ayanna Dawson was being guided as well, although her escort group had practically arrived to the therapy room by now. The guards knew what Paolo was supposed to do. No one outside of Challenger Deep was going to discover that they had incarcerated an innocent woman, and it was up to the mobster to ensure it. He paused in his march when he saw Ayanna walk through the doors of the psychological studies unit, desperate to put an end to her life as quickly as possible. ​
 
Alkura

Alkura sighed as she waited still on her patient to arrive.

"Interesting psych profile...."

Then there was another interesting email, one sent by the administrative head, it simply said "turn the other way for Ayanna Dawson, it will be worth it."

She chuckled a little at the message. It was their attempt at keeping her quiet peacefully. They most likely didn't want to ruin a reputation of only having incarcerated those that weren't innocent. how cute. In any case, it wasn't her business, she wouldn't say anything. She did however want to get her interview done first, a personal interest, no more.
 
Ayanna Dawson
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"I'm here," Ayanna peeped through the partially open door of the psychological studies unit. A woman was already inside, waiting patiently for her, and Ayanna's psychosis had largely subsided. The guards showed the former banker some respect. Usually folk like Kenji, always calm and sadistic, were the only kind of people to walk out of the Circus unscathed. But here was this young girl, barely able to hold a baseball bat, standing with equal prestige to a terrorist or serial killer. "So, um... what exactly goes on here? It's not like the labs, is it?" Ayanna questioned as she sat down. She was not in the mood to be put through grueling psychological experiments, in the same vein Paolo was. The Italian mobster himself was on the other side of the door, almost begging for the chance to get in. Witnesses were hardly a concern for the man at this point. ​
 
Alkura

Alkura chuckled.

"Of course not. Unless you attempt to harm me in any way, all i'm here to do is perform the duties requested of the prison psychologist. I do have to say that I am impressed, keeping up with the four killers out there must have been tough no? So, Ms. Dawson, why don't we start out with a question i'm required to ask. How do you feel so far about the safe climate we try and provide prisoners with in sector zero?"

She smiled at the former banker, a calm, warming smile. After all, why not try and ease some of the girl's inner demons whilst she was in this room? It would ease her conscious knowing she had done all she could to make her patient comfortable.
 
Ayanna Dawson
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"I don't feel safe at all," Ayanna looked directly into Alkura's eyes as she spoke. "I can't honestly call a place where prisoners are tortured and made to kill each other safe. It's agonizing." The daintiness in her personality was all but gone, shattered by all that had occurred. However, there was a symbiotic relationship between the former banker and the psychologist. Ayanna would have killed so that someone, anyone, would listen to her. It slipped her mind to mention the fallacies and errors in her trial. Getting sympathy from the prison staff was as pointless as banging your head on the wall. Perhaps less so. "No offense." Ayanna snickered. ​
 
Alkura

Alkura nodded.

"Whilst were on the subject of imprisonment, why don't we go over the terms of yours? More specifically, the court case that lead to this. Tell me, where precisely were you the day of the incident with the bank?"

She smiled warmly at the girl again. Why had she been convicted? Surely whoever sent her here realized that robbing a bank wasn't a crime worthy of maximum security imprisonment right?
 
Ayanna Dawson
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"The incident?" Ayanna's twisted face reflected her disgust. Returning to that fateful morning was just about the hardest thing she could do right now. Alkura's smile did little more than to patronize her. "I was driving to work when the robbery took place. The cops told me I planted a bomb there and stole a few hundred thousand dollars. There was no other suspect at the scene, so I guess they needed someone to blame. I sort of knew the bank guards that died then. People like them don't deserve to die like that." Ayanna's face turned red, and her eyes began to water. "The trial went by so fast I couldn't tell what was going on. My lawyer hardly put up an argument..." She was on the verge of sobbing. Deep down there was the uncanny feeling that she was being watched by more than the staff. ​
 
Alkura

Alkura continued to smile warmly at the woman.

"Before we continue Ms. Dawson I would like to kindly remind you that outbursts like that are the kind that get a prisoner sedated and placed in a padded isolation cell. Ms.Dawson you do realize that as a legal citizen of the united states that you have a right to a retrial yes? Your legal council simply needs to file the appropriate papers. Simply put, there is still a chance of you getting out of prison. Particularly for your case. The assumptions the prosecution jumped to could have been over ruled had your lawyer asked for the evidence to be thrown out. Simply put, i'd say you were sabotaged."
 
Paolo Delucci
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Paolo kicked open the door with all his of might. At last, he opened the box, and inside was a brand new Glock 19 handgun, supplied with only one bullet to finish the job. Had there been two, the prison would have run the risk of Paolo killing himself as well. All the Italian mobster had to do was aim and pull the trigger. He could see Ayanna's big, frightened eyes, but that was the only hesitation Paolo could give himself. The bullet veered from the barrel and into Ayanna's chest, where she collapsed from her chair. Her body twitched violently, and her eyes rolled into the back of her head. There was too much blood in her throat to scream. The guards who accompanied the killer pretended to restrain him. Two more arrived to carry the girl into the medical ward. Inwardly they all knew what was going on, how Ayanna was supposed to die, and how everyone else was going to stay quiet. ​
 
Alkura

Alkura's eyes opened wide at the attack, the guards were already in motion, this had been planned, far too well. However that didn't mean that Alkura needed to take the attack lying down. Standing quietly she plucked the syringe full of horse tranquilizer from her coat. With a few barked commands, the guards restrained Delucci per their act and then handcuffed him. Alkura strode over, the syringe ready, squirted the liquid once to make sure the needle was operable, then took it and jammed it into his shoulder, straight into the muscle where neck and the shoulders meet, and let loose with the tranquilizer, much to the surprise of the guards. Afterwards she addressed the pair.

"You two, we both know what's going on here. Deliver this man back to testing, with orders for them to perform whatever experiment they wish on him, so long as it's long, painful, and he never uncurls from a ball again after it. We wouldn't want word of this to get out would we?"

that was of course, if he survived the raw amount of tranquilizer that had been injected into his bloodstream.
 
Paolo Delucci
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The tranquilizer knocked Paolo out cold, rendering him limp and flimsy. "Are you sure, ma'am? Mr. Delucci is scheduled for a return to his cell..." one of the guards raised his shoulders in thought. They could have easily thrown Paolo out an airlock and be done with him. After thinking about it for the longest time, the guard nodded and complied. "Roger that," and immediately they whisked the crime lord back to testing. One could only imagine what Alkura planned to do with the man next. Torturing him again was an interesting decision, because, if nothing else, it wouldn't bring out anything new. What did Alkura want from a single prisoner? Information? Paolo was more than content in dying after his first session in the labs. He was already broken.​
 
Alkura

Alkura followed silently behind fuming. She had asked for time with the prisoner, instead the administration had released their war hound prematurely. It was all right though, she'd take delight in listening to him scream. With the man knocked out it would be simple to restrain him to a table. He was about to become an instrument of her will, answerable to her alone. He wouldn't fear torture from others when she was finished. Once he was properly secured to the examination table, Alkura motioned for the guards to leave, and they did. Alkura grabbed a nearby shot containing a stimulant that would negate the tranquilizer's effects. Stabbing him in the neck with it, she released it into his blood stream, no all she had to do was wait for him to regain consciousness. The table was suspended horizontally, so it made it a simple matter for Alkura to wait for him to wake up whilst sitting down in a foldable chair, legs crossed and hands folded, waiting for him to wake up.
 
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