Post by jokerforever on Mar 8, 2012 17:36:42 GMT -5
Scourge frowned as he looked back upon the burning wreckage of Blackgate. The entire place was smoking, the night sky glowing orange where thirsty flames licked at it's endless black depths, the firelight devouring the stars. Yelling and gunshots filled in wherever the cackling of the burning prison faded, and alarm bells blared loudly.
Scourge wasn't actually sad to see the burning Blackgate, he was just a bit crestfallen that his escape had to result in this. He thought it would be easy. Figured his plan had been flawless. But now people were meaninglessly loosing their lives. He wished their deaths had been more dramatic, but oh well, he could always try again later.
The day had started as usual, it was easy and regular as always. In the evening, the guard was taking him out to the nurse, as Scourge had complained of illness. The guard had opened the cell door and was about to cuff him when Scourge had struck, breaking the man's neck and swiping his keys. Scourge then released several more inmates and proceeded to kill and injure more guards, obtaining a small handgun, a tazer, and a baton that had come in handy during the escape.
The prisoners rioted, taking over the prison and setting it on fire. In all the fighting, Scourge had phoned out to his sanctuary despite the fact that the phone might be bugged and contacted his henchmen, who had gathered his spare stuff and weapons, yes, Scourge was smart enough to have spares for most of his items. They were now driving out to pick him up.
Police sirens blared in the distance as they hurried to the prison, along with ambulances and firefighters, but the prisoners had weapons now and were brandishing them at the police. It was obvious the prison was now in control by the prisoners. Anyone else that was alive in that prison would be dead soon.
A black car pulled up to the waiting Scourge and he greeted the men inside and asked fir his stuff. They presented him with his standard black body armour and robe, which he changed into while the men looked away, though Scourge could care less. They also handed him two daggers and his bow, which wasn't on him when he was arrested. His quiver was fully filled with the standard twenty four arrows and he hung it at his side.
In addition to these items, he was given three flashbangs, as well as his white, clawed gloves. It wasn't his full inventory, but it would do. He would just have to replace everything else later. Sighing, Scourge discarded the baron and the taser, but.tucked the gun at his side and got in the car. Immediately the men headed toward the sanctuary, but Scourge shook his head and demanded they left Gotham completely. After some hesitation, they agreed and headed out toward the highway, away from the burning wreckage of the prison.
Scourge wasn't actually sad to see the burning Blackgate, he was just a bit crestfallen that his escape had to result in this. He thought it would be easy. Figured his plan had been flawless. But now people were meaninglessly loosing their lives. He wished their deaths had been more dramatic, but oh well, he could always try again later.
The day had started as usual, it was easy and regular as always. In the evening, the guard was taking him out to the nurse, as Scourge had complained of illness. The guard had opened the cell door and was about to cuff him when Scourge had struck, breaking the man's neck and swiping his keys. Scourge then released several more inmates and proceeded to kill and injure more guards, obtaining a small handgun, a tazer, and a baton that had come in handy during the escape.
The prisoners rioted, taking over the prison and setting it on fire. In all the fighting, Scourge had phoned out to his sanctuary despite the fact that the phone might be bugged and contacted his henchmen, who had gathered his spare stuff and weapons, yes, Scourge was smart enough to have spares for most of his items. They were now driving out to pick him up.
Police sirens blared in the distance as they hurried to the prison, along with ambulances and firefighters, but the prisoners had weapons now and were brandishing them at the police. It was obvious the prison was now in control by the prisoners. Anyone else that was alive in that prison would be dead soon.
A black car pulled up to the waiting Scourge and he greeted the men inside and asked fir his stuff. They presented him with his standard black body armour and robe, which he changed into while the men looked away, though Scourge could care less. They also handed him two daggers and his bow, which wasn't on him when he was arrested. His quiver was fully filled with the standard twenty four arrows and he hung it at his side.
In addition to these items, he was given three flashbangs, as well as his white, clawed gloves. It wasn't his full inventory, but it would do. He would just have to replace everything else later. Sighing, Scourge discarded the baron and the taser, but.tucked the gun at his side and got in the car. Immediately the men headed toward the sanctuary, but Scourge shook his head and demanded they left Gotham completely. After some hesitation, they agreed and headed out toward the highway, away from the burning wreckage of the prison.