The following was an intercepted communication from Kelly Technologies Inc. Mainframe network:
File retrieved from Custodian B-9651 Memory Recording...000234132
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Today I turned myself in. I didn't make the final decision until yesterday. There were still several weeks until my deadline for going, but i had gotten drunk by myself that night and talked myself into it. I was up nearly all night with nerves, i think i might have still been a little buzzed when I went in. I picked out a little plaid dress to wear down to the lab, no point in dressing up it's not like it's court after all. I stopped outside before going in to collect myself and smoke a cig before i went inside, i doubt they would let me most buildings are nonsmoking nowadays anyway. Before I could even take them out a woman came out to greet me. She walked right over to me, they must have camera's or something. It's not like i would have been hard to spot with an ankle bracelet on. She was carrying a set of shackles with her, standard belt and cuffs, at least no ankle cuffs, probably because of all the stairs. She let me have my smoke before taking me inside. "Nasty Habit, Banishment will cure you of that too." she told me while she watched. It was just like going into jail, waist, wrists, hand on my elbow while she lead me inside, paper work paper work paper work. I was wrong it's worse then jail at least in jail they don't make you fill out so muc....
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OH my god! I can't get up! T..this thing has me strapped in to tight, i..i can still hear the woman's voice. What's her name..i never asked...she just kept calling me Ms. Bao. I hate it when people use my last name, it just reminds me of how few of us there are left anymore.
"FUCK! what's that! NO! Don't shave my head!"
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"NO! Get it off me! This isn't what i agreed too! This is worse then jail, I don't want it, please..."
She didn't listen, the hood was forced over my head, they had tied my arms again, i couldn't fight it anymore. Everything was dark, it hugged around my head to tightly...was this made for me? What did they do to me while I was out!?!?!
I saw the tub when i was brought into the room, it's black like oil, i can hear her talking about it now,
"I don't want to get in it, please don't make me..."
"Custodian, Punish..."
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Oh god! It's everywhere, i can feel it squeezing me! I want out please! She won't stop talking, she won't stop talking, she won't stop calling me that number, I'd give anything if she just called me Ms. Bao one more time, I don't want this it isn't what i bargained for. I can't stop crying inside the hood. It isn't even like really crying, i could taste the latex like material in my mouth, feel it in my nose...i couldn't feel the tears on my skin, and my vision never got blurry, I'm not even really seeing anymore. i don't have eyes just this heavy ball head.
Once the door open i ran as fast as i could from the place, i had to escape that house of torture.
I stopped somewhere in the woods next to a tree, i don't know when i fell asleep i just know i cried myself there.
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Friday, May 2, 2008
Monday, April 28, 2008
Pre-Bane
((This post is all IC, some of the events have happened in SL, others have not and have been added for dramatic licence.)
Fuck Fuck Fuck! It happened again. I've heard that jails are made up of almost exclusively repeat criminals and if you've been there once then the chances of you going back more then double.
It was the same thing that happened last time too, when they sent me back to Tess. Parole violations, and this isn't like that week i spent in Ghrul's federal either, there's no dismissing the charges here those asshole cops got me dead to rights.
I wasn't even doing anything! I was with a friend of mine, we'd been hanging out all night and she asked me to come with her while she picked up some 'Stuff'. She knew the type of life i've had and wanted someone who knew what was going on. I know i shouldn't have gone but she would have gone anyway even if i didn't. The cops spotted us coming up even before we made it to the house, to young blonde's in a car that didn't belong to the neighborhood any more then they did themselves.
We got stopped, searched..it took the officer all of about two minutes to find the guns trapped to my thigh and under my skirt. I didn't bother trying to resist, i've seen enough tv to know that that train of thought only ends bad for the runner. Handcuffs followed, car ride, processing, and because it was Friday i was sure to spend the weekend in jail.
I spent all of Saturday in dread, this was my third offense it was going to be a long long stay for sure, no plea bargain this time...or so i thought. Late on Saturday night i got transferred to a private cell. I was lead down there in full shackles and shoved inside much the same way. The surprising part though was someone was waiting for me in the cell. She said i could call her Mz. Bluezy but didn't tell me much else about herself. We spoke for a little bit, she asked me if i was afraid of going to jail. I answered truthfully and told her yes, spilling my whole story. I knew it was wrong for me to carry a gun since i was a felon but it just wasn't that easy. I don't live in the edge of society where a person can rely on the government for protection, a person has to protect themselves!....atleast that's what i've always told myself...maybe it was just delusional.
To her credit she listened to my story, never once stopping me until I finished. Once I was done she began to speak. She told me she worked a place where the files of all new prisoners crossed her desk. She was looking for certain types and when found she took opportunities to speak to these inmates. She told me she worked for a place called Kelley Ind. some scientific research company. They were looking for non-violent criminals (i didn't dissuade her from this belief, at least none of my crimes were violent.), people who faced real time. She offered me a chance, i wouldn't have to go to jail, all I had to do was join their research program. She didn't tell me much about it, but i didn't care. Anything was better then jail. I had heard a little about the BANE's before, just stuff on TV though I didn't live in a district where they were kept. She said everything would be taken care off, all I had to do was come Monday when i got before the judge plead guilty. They'd offer me a chance for the program and i was to take it, in exchange what would have been the remainder of most of my adult life in jail, to 72 weeks in one those fancy suits they made the prisoners wear.
She left me in the cell to consider my choices, i spent all day Sunday in solitary, it was OK though better there then in some cell, that worked out so well last time. When Monday came it took me all of two seconds to say "Guilty"
Because of the nature of my crimes, I was given time to turn myself into the program. The guards fitted me with an ankle bracelet and i was out by the time lunch rolled around.
That was three days ago.
I've managed to get all my affairs in order. Someone will watch my house while i'm gone. from what i understand i won't be back here for over a year. I won't be able to leave the limits of the district. It doesn't matter though, I can't go back to jail. It can't be to bad after all, at least I'll get to be outside, it'll be just like survival training again!
I took a trip into the city yesterday, i buried a stash of cash for myself along with a pack of rations, my little tool kit and map kit full of paper, stamps and a pen so i can still keep in contact. Hopefully they're still there when i go to get them, i buried them pretty deep and covered it with a rock so someone would have to really go looking for it to find it.
I'm going to turn myself over to the labs tomorrow, wish me luck i guess. Hope the whole thing doesn't hurt.
Fuck Fuck Fuck! It happened again. I've heard that jails are made up of almost exclusively repeat criminals and if you've been there once then the chances of you going back more then double.
It was the same thing that happened last time too, when they sent me back to Tess. Parole violations, and this isn't like that week i spent in Ghrul's federal either, there's no dismissing the charges here those asshole cops got me dead to rights.
I wasn't even doing anything! I was with a friend of mine, we'd been hanging out all night and she asked me to come with her while she picked up some 'Stuff'. She knew the type of life i've had and wanted someone who knew what was going on. I know i shouldn't have gone but she would have gone anyway even if i didn't. The cops spotted us coming up even before we made it to the house, to young blonde's in a car that didn't belong to the neighborhood any more then they did themselves.
We got stopped, searched..it took the officer all of about two minutes to find the guns trapped to my thigh and under my skirt. I didn't bother trying to resist, i've seen enough tv to know that that train of thought only ends bad for the runner. Handcuffs followed, car ride, processing, and because it was Friday i was sure to spend the weekend in jail.
I spent all of Saturday in dread, this was my third offense it was going to be a long long stay for sure, no plea bargain this time...or so i thought. Late on Saturday night i got transferred to a private cell. I was lead down there in full shackles and shoved inside much the same way. The surprising part though was someone was waiting for me in the cell. She said i could call her Mz. Bluezy but didn't tell me much else about herself. We spoke for a little bit, she asked me if i was afraid of going to jail. I answered truthfully and told her yes, spilling my whole story. I knew it was wrong for me to carry a gun since i was a felon but it just wasn't that easy. I don't live in the edge of society where a person can rely on the government for protection, a person has to protect themselves!....atleast that's what i've always told myself...maybe it was just delusional.
To her credit she listened to my story, never once stopping me until I finished. Once I was done she began to speak. She told me she worked a place where the files of all new prisoners crossed her desk. She was looking for certain types and when found she took opportunities to speak to these inmates. She told me she worked for a place called Kelley Ind. some scientific research company. They were looking for non-violent criminals (i didn't dissuade her from this belief, at least none of my crimes were violent.), people who faced real time. She offered me a chance, i wouldn't have to go to jail, all I had to do was join their research program. She didn't tell me much about it, but i didn't care. Anything was better then jail. I had heard a little about the BANE's before, just stuff on TV though I didn't live in a district where they were kept. She said everything would be taken care off, all I had to do was come Monday when i got before the judge plead guilty. They'd offer me a chance for the program and i was to take it, in exchange what would have been the remainder of most of my adult life in jail, to 72 weeks in one those fancy suits they made the prisoners wear.
She left me in the cell to consider my choices, i spent all day Sunday in solitary, it was OK though better there then in some cell, that worked out so well last time. When Monday came it took me all of two seconds to say "Guilty"
Because of the nature of my crimes, I was given time to turn myself into the program. The guards fitted me with an ankle bracelet and i was out by the time lunch rolled around.
That was three days ago.
I've managed to get all my affairs in order. Someone will watch my house while i'm gone. from what i understand i won't be back here for over a year. I won't be able to leave the limits of the district. It doesn't matter though, I can't go back to jail. It can't be to bad after all, at least I'll get to be outside, it'll be just like survival training again!
I took a trip into the city yesterday, i buried a stash of cash for myself along with a pack of rations, my little tool kit and map kit full of paper, stamps and a pen so i can still keep in contact. Hopefully they're still there when i go to get them, i buried them pretty deep and covered it with a rock so someone would have to really go looking for it to find it.
I'm going to turn myself over to the labs tomorrow, wish me luck i guess. Hope the whole thing doesn't hurt.
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