LETS GO TO PRISON![ESCAPE]

[ORO BOREALIS]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=style,background-color: #EDEDED;][atrb=vAlign,top] [STYLE=width: 274px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; line-height: 11px; color: #737678; padding: 5px; text-align: justify; border-bottom: #2F2F2F 8px solid;] █ LIFE BECAME NOTHING BUT A BLUR AS HE EXCHANGED BRIGHT SUNSHINE FOR SOUL CRUSHING DARKNESS Not long did the Fishman whom had arrested the swordsmen stay by his side, before he knew it Oro was exchanging one guard for another in the process of being shipped to Impel Down. Only vague rumors about the prison had reached his ears, and none of them were all too pleasing, most simply describing this place as the living embodiment of hell. Stripped of his clothing, possessions, and dignity, the two-tone haired pirate was oh so quickly tossed into a cramped cell with four other inmates. Well not everything was taken from the man, for the sake of irony, and humility they allowed him to keep the marine's jacket albeit over the stripped pajamas that were the prison's uniform. The Marine's thought process has been if this man wanted to parade around as one of their own then why not let him do it here were he could freely get beat by his own kind. Needless to say this plan worked all too well as his cellmates thought it their god given right to beat the shit out of him for wearing such a thing. The Marines thought he was wearing the jacket of their uniform to pretend he was one of them, and the Inmates thought he wore it because of a sense of pride, believing himself to be better than them. None of them seemed to understand, or even able to understand the real reason why Oro wore the marine jacket that had gotten him into so much trouble. Oddly this only made him chuckle faintly as blue orbs burned coldly into his abusers. It was strange... Despite the horrible scenario Oro was stuck in he felt calm, felt stronger, as if all the illness . Honestly he didn't think the prison had any element of Feng Shui, yet something his. Maybe if he had felt this way on Illusia he could have avoided capture. His breath remained labored, and his joints cracked as he moved, straightening himself up against the wall watching his cellmates as he sat on the cold, hard floor. The fools chuckled amongst themselves only giving him a passing glance... God only knew what they found so damn amusing. Only a snort, and eye roll was given in return before stumbling onto his feet and shuffling over to the iron bars locking them in. A slim digit flicked against it, before grasping the bars with both hands giving it a mild shake to test their strength. As crazy as it sounded, with his strength returning from him after suffering for so many days at Illusia, Oro was actually considering the idea of escape. If only he knew how impossible such a task would be. [/style]

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[PURPLE]

"I fuckin' hate -hic- this fucking -hic- place." The brown haired man spat, as he drowned himself in a liquor of his choice. Alcohol was truly the best thing to use to pass the time in Impel Down, such a rotten place it was filled with dirty people who have no shame for themselves. The Marine was keeping watch of his sector, he didn't think too serious of the job, thus why he was drinking so much liquor. It was only level one, how bad could it get, right? Doing his nightly patrol, he began to walk around drunkenly and check every cell. To the average human being it would take a second of observing the man to tell he was intoxicated, the way he was moving, everything, something was bound to happen, and soon.

The marine known as Richard looked inside one of the cells, and inside he seen a black haired individual. He was new, definitely, first time seeing him actually. Being the asshole he was, he decided to have his fun with him. "You pirate -hic- scum. If I had my way I'd have all -hic- of you fucking maggots -hic- slaughtered all at once. I -hic- don't understand why they keep you -hic- alive." He angrily spoke, spitting a wad of saliva at the man, would the newly imprisoned take that kind of shit from him? He didn't care, what was he going to do, they were on two different sides, one was trapped behind bars, the other one was orchestrating the entire thing.

Turning around, the marine began to walk away... however, he began to stumble, and the alcohol finally hit him. The alcohol clouded his vision, and made his entire head spin, causing him to fall straight to the ground, hitting the dirty floor extremely hard. The bottle of alcohol he was carrying broke, and the keys that opened the cells were within arms reach from the cell. Now, the young pirate has three options. A) TAKE THE KEYS AND ATTEMPT TO ESCAPE. B) SIT THERE LIKE A GOOD BITCH. C) SLIT HIS THROAT BECAUSE HE'S A PUSSY. Now, what would it be, he would have to hurry, there were more then one marine patrolling the area.

[ORO BOREALIS]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=style,background-color: #EDEDED;][atrb=vAlign,top] [STYLE=width: 274px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; line-height: 11px; color: #737678; padding: 5px; text-align: justify; border-bottom: #2F2F2F 8px solid;] █ TWIRLING TWIRLING DANCING DANCING FALLING FALLING. The source of his fellow inmates amusement soon came stumbling into view, a little too obviously intoxicated. A small snort of disgusted could be heard from the swordsman momentarily glancing up at the drunk ass Marine. Slim hands gripped the bars tightly giving it a another brief shake having no time for the indecent Marine right now. In a way he felt sorry for the Marine Organization to have such a pig-like man among their ranks whom apparently wallowed in such self-pity over his job that he felt the need to get flat out fall on his ass drunk. If Flik; the Marine who had made the arrest had no honor then this jailer surely had no idea what the word honor event meant. All the Marine's words before hand had fell on deaf ears while Oro tested, and fiddled with the bars to his cage, though the other inmates screamed vulgar words, and curses as the Marine spoke. Pthu! Horrified. That was the only way you could describe how Oro felt as the slimy mucus rolled down the side of his check as he starred. No doubt the deer-in-the-headlight look amused the other man to no ends, hell even the other inmates shared a childish "ooooooooh" before bursting out in laughter. God help this man... God knew if the pirate got his hands on him then. Normally easy-going, and laid-back to the point of being absolutely cold, the very fact that he was just spat on flipped all the wrong switches within Oro. Some sort of God of Vengeance, or Luck must have been smiling down upon the pirate as the Marine twirling, bobbled, and finally fell right on his ass in a drunken stupor leaving the keys within reach. With a rigor brought on by rage, Oro isntantly dropped to the ground stretching an arm out past the confines of the cell to grasp out for the big ring of jingly keys. Digits flicked, and twitched just a hairs length from the keys before a stroke of luck placed the keys in his grip. Cheered on by those whom he shared the cell with, Oro started jamming random keys into the locked cell carefully listening to that click that'd gift him with sweet freeom. Too bad for them that as soon as he was out, Oro planned to slam the cell shut, and lock them back in it leaving him the sole soul to escape. Honestly the newbie you had exercised your ignorance, and rage on mere hours ago was going to free you? What fools... A devilish grin spread across his lips as he heard the rewarding click as the jail cell unlocked, following through with exactly what he had been planning. Ignoring the "boo's", pleas, and death threats about leaving them locked in he quickly stomped over to the fallen Marine. Not wasting a breath he allowed one foot to reel back, then shot it forward to give the man a sold kick to the ribs as Oro wiped the residue of the spit off his cheek. Growling faintly he bent down to the Marine then almost instantly reeled back upon getting a wift of him; a heavy stench of just plain funk, and alcohol lingered on the Marine. Taking a deep breath, and holding it, Oro bent down against searching the Marine for any weapon seeing as he didnt have his own sword on him, nor did he know where in this god forsaken place it was. Meanwhile the set of keys remained safe, and snug in his jacket pocket as you never know when he might need them again. [/style]

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[PURPLE]

The marine was on the floor struggling to get up before he heard a distressing sound, a sound that almost assured him that he was going to die—the click of a jail cell. Just as he was going to get to his feet, a painful kick to the ribs caused him to plop back down gripping his stomach area. He felt his body being searched by the crude pirate, but for some reason he didn't take his life? Regardless, the long haired pirate would be rewarded with the finding of a pistol, however unbeknownst to him the weapon only had six rounds left. To get out of here alive he would need to use those six rounds tactically and only use them when he had too, the man better have hurried his ass out of the area because he forgot to take away the downed marine's den den mushi.

The marine struggled into his pocket to retrieve the den den mushi, once in his shaking hands he dialed the marine platoon stationed on level one, just for things like these. The call went through, and he explained everything that happened, some of which were not understandable because of the amount of pain his body and mind were enduring, but he got his point through. Soon enough a red alert went throughout the entire level, showing the exact picture of the man who left, and alerting whatever marines were still stationed at level one. However, by the time the man had dialed his boss, the pirate should have been a long way gone, but not yet all the way out of Impel Down—for he would need to take out the boss and steal his keys if he wanted to truly escape.

Either Oro Borealis would have to find the boss himself, or take out enough of his soldiers for him to have to make a appearance himself, hm—what would the choice be? Regardless, three marines were waiting in the area a couple meters in front of the area that Oro was walking towards, how would the man take care of the situation. But, lucky for him the marines do not know they are coming his way, but the pirate doesn't know the marines are up ahead either, what would happen during this little interaction between two different sides.

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[ORO BOREALIS]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=style,background-color: #EDEDED;][atrb=vAlign,top] [STYLE=width: 274px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; line-height: 11px; color: #737678; padding: 5px; text-align: justify; border-bottom: #2F2F2F 8px solid;] █ HOT PANTS, AND LOUD FOOTSTEPS WERE MUTED BY A CHORUS OF CHEERS AND PLEADING. After snatching the keys, and pistol from the marine, Oro had not wasted a second in beat feeting it out of that general area. Only a fool would stick around, or flee at a leisurely pace. Luckily an sound of presence was masked by the voices of other prisoners who either cheered him on towards freedom, or begged him to unlock their cells, and allow them to join in the prison break. Yet soon enough even these voices were drowned out by the ear-drum shattering screech of the alarm... It appeared that he would not be making a silent get away. With this alarm buzzing throughout Impel Down no doubt all marines would be blocking every pathway, and exit around making it that much harder to escape. With this revalation his pace finally slowed down attempting to take a small break to calm himself, and think things out. That was when the pleas for help from his fellow prisoners finally firmly grasped his attention. He may be labeled as a pirate, but that didn't mean he liked, or could stand other pirates. Hell these other prisoners were most likely behind bars for better reasons than he, as far as he knew they had . This didn't change the fact that if he were to escape than Oro would need a diversion, and what better distraction would be a full scaled jail break? Well not a full scale jail break but close enough. Quickly he ran to the closest cell, and fumbled around with the set of keys; thrusting various ones into the tight hole before finding the right fit, and unlocking the first celll. Still quick on his feet Oro ran to the next cell, wanting to distance himself from the fleeing prisoners. Despite cheers, and cries to hurry up, the keys didn't seem to want to work on the second cell as with each new key none justly wanted to fit into the lock. Short on time, and growing aggravated Oro jammed the barrel of the pistol against the lock and fired. The plan was to blow the lock open, but the man didn't wait around to see if it worked as the sound of pistol fire easily cut through the screeching alarm alerting anyone near by to Oro's location. If the second cell opened then he'd have a mild distraction to aid him with two to five men being in each cell, surely that'd be enough to occupy the marines, right? Whatever. Right now the only thought in the man's mind was to run despite hardly knowing if he was running the right way... Hell as far as he knew he could be traveling deeper into Impel Down. Caught off guard by a locked up prisoner claiming that he indeed was going the wrong way, Oro failed to notice himself running right into a group of three marines. His legs neglected to obey any orber he gave them as he came tumbling into the trio at full sleep easily knocking himself to the floor, and possibly flooring the marines as well. Quite charitable with the pistol's ammunition, Oro fumbled with grasping the gun, and quickly fired two poorly aimed shots at the group. Pistols, or guns of any type felt so foreign in his hands as the man was more despite both of his weapons being modeled to take the appearance of rifles, God only knew if his shoddy marksmanship would do him any good. [/style]

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