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Once Upon A Time There Was a Nameless Monster
Who: Wolfgang Grimmer[ou], The Joker[ou], Hit Girl[ou]
Where: Credinta Prison
When: May 5, 2010 [Backdated]
Rating: PG-13 for violence, language and a very large body count.
What: Grimmer does not like controlled places, and as a result really does not like his new home.
Although Grimmer had been placed in prison a few times before during his career as a East German spy, he still found the experience of it utterly unsettling. He disliked the feeling of being controlled, monitored, and trapped; it reminded him and brought personalities out of him that he wanted to forget.
On the surface though, Grimmer seemed to be handling his new home very well. He always smiled towards the prisoners and guards, made comical jokes about the food, and was polite to everyone that he dealt with. Furthermore, Grimmer could tell which prisoners and guards to stay away from, and avoided many nasty confrontations. Overall, for a new prisoner permanently trapped inside of a hell-hole, he seemed to be handling his situation extraordinarily well.
However, on the inside, it was a different story. The conditions of this prison were too....familiar for Grimmer's liking. The mood of the place was almost virtually the same as 511 Kinderhiem, and it caused the smallest of items to give him broken memories that unnerved him for hours. The cups were similar to Adolf Rienhart's hot cacao, the prisons beds were just as musty and uncomfortable as the ones in Kinderhiem, and the hallways lighting was similar to the one in the brainwashing orphanage.
However, the thing that really got to him was the clanking fan. As soon as he heard it's rattling sound, another voice appeared.
"We...save you...You need no name. You have been chosen.....next Communist elite, to lead this country to greatness."
He had laughed, hallow, whenever that memory reached him. That action was the only thing that prevented him from retching, and then tearing apart whomever was unfortunate enough to be in front of him.
On that particular day, Grimmer was isolated in his cell as he carefully thought over escape plans. The prison was way, way too heavily guarded. Any escape attempt would take ages to plan out, and in that time period he suspected that his "Magnificent Steiner" personality would appear to make the escape attempt before he could. With disastrous results for both him and the poor guards.
He sighed lightly, and gave a bemused look towards the ground. Even though he had managed to sneak his PDA into jail, he didn't know anyone other than the insane clown, and he could not risk using it in case one of the military groups caught his message. Overall, his situation really did not look very good.
Where: Credinta Prison
When: May 5, 2010 [Backdated]
Rating: PG-13 for violence, language and a very large body count.
What: Grimmer does not like controlled places, and as a result really does not like his new home.
Although Grimmer had been placed in prison a few times before during his career as a East German spy, he still found the experience of it utterly unsettling. He disliked the feeling of being controlled, monitored, and trapped; it reminded him and brought personalities out of him that he wanted to forget.
On the surface though, Grimmer seemed to be handling his new home very well. He always smiled towards the prisoners and guards, made comical jokes about the food, and was polite to everyone that he dealt with. Furthermore, Grimmer could tell which prisoners and guards to stay away from, and avoided many nasty confrontations. Overall, for a new prisoner permanently trapped inside of a hell-hole, he seemed to be handling his situation extraordinarily well.
However, on the inside, it was a different story. The conditions of this prison were too....familiar for Grimmer's liking. The mood of the place was almost virtually the same as 511 Kinderhiem, and it caused the smallest of items to give him broken memories that unnerved him for hours. The cups were similar to Adolf Rienhart's hot cacao, the prisons beds were just as musty and uncomfortable as the ones in Kinderhiem, and the hallways lighting was similar to the one in the brainwashing orphanage.
However, the thing that really got to him was the clanking fan. As soon as he heard it's rattling sound, another voice appeared.
"We...save you...You need no name. You have been chosen.....next Communist elite, to lead this country to greatness."
He had laughed, hallow, whenever that memory reached him. That action was the only thing that prevented him from retching, and then tearing apart whomever was unfortunate enough to be in front of him.
On that particular day, Grimmer was isolated in his cell as he carefully thought over escape plans. The prison was way, way too heavily guarded. Any escape attempt would take ages to plan out, and in that time period he suspected that his "Magnificent Steiner" personality would appear to make the escape attempt before he could. With disastrous results for both him and the poor guards.
He sighed lightly, and gave a bemused look towards the ground. Even though he had managed to sneak his PDA into jail, he didn't know anyone other than the insane clown, and he could not risk using it in case one of the military groups caught his message. Overall, his situation really did not look very good.