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[b]Status:[/b] Alive / [color=23ff00][b]Unharmed[/b][/color]
[b]Location:[/b] Solitary / Camp Dupont[/centre]
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[color=#00FF00] Two years... when one said it out loud such a number was extraordinary in a place like this. Than again Kord was one of the rare few who often had the pleasure of no dealing with the PSF's all that much. This mostly was due to the fact that they enjoyed tossing him in this insufficient cell. There was never any particular reason for it, at least not in an official capacity, these cells were a product of unruly teenagers being punished. Than again Kord probably was being punished but not for stirring up trouble but rather because out of most who had to suffer these ignorant ignoramis, he was the one who never once communicated to them any indication of emotion to reinforce their needs for small pleasures. He was for all intensive purposes an unbreakable individual, even on a gloomy day eliciting a response from him outside of his emotionless persona was impossible. This was something that infuriated them, in this place they delighted in your emotional distress. The more fear you let off, the more tears you cried and the more content they were. Psychological torture is within itself one of the most effective forms of trying to break an individual. While this form of torture came in many varieties ranging from mind games to hurting loved ones in front of someone, the most effective use of this torture came through forced isolation.

It was in theory the most brutal form, one did not need to endure bodily pain to break, the sheer loneliness one suffered was enough to urge anyone to their breaking point. Humans at their core were fundamentally social creatures like any animal in this world, to obtain one from that environment and force them to be alone constantly, the lack of emotional bonds became too much. When it came to a place like this, these bonds were the only real release for some, to feel alone in such a deplorable situation was far worse than going through the motions with others by your side suffering the same. This was his punishment for not engendering them the satisfaction they wanted from him, he had expended a lot time gazing at blank, colorless walls, more so probably than anyone else here. This however to their dismay did nothing to manipulate him, it was by definition, nothing more than a childish attempt to assault a mind they could not even begin to comprehend. In fact they were so ignorant they had not realized even now that he relished these moments where he was completely and utterly alone. It was a chance for him to meditate and go into his own mind, to think more clearly about escaping this place.

They commanded him to this place and impelled him to conform to their rules, but they never once tried to comprehend him very much like they don't try to understand the others. They merely employ you in a kindergartners version of a classification system and than base your threat level off nothing more than a color that determines you as someone who can do extra extraordinary things or can't. It was very apparent from the start that anyone placed in the "Green" portion of this system was considered not even a minimum threat. He had been here more than long enough to see anyone placed in green had no actual powers to speak of, their mental acuity was enhanced but that was it. But if there was but one fundamental truth in this world, it was that one should not underestimate anyone else's intelligence. Possessing abilities to manipulate or create things was a force to be weary of, but superior intelligence was a great force too and the day would come when they saw this for what it was.

Kord opened his eyes slowly when the explosion sounded from outside, the small shock wave was enough to vibrate the floor in which he sat cross-legged on. When the gunfire erupted, the silence of the night was broken with screams of anger and pain. Kord waited silently for the white noise to flood the recesses of his mind, he prepared himself mentally to try and fight it off, but when it did not come the realization came to him that this was not a normal incident of uproar, he hove to his feet and walked to the wall, he looked out into the darkness. From his sparse cell he could see a battle scene unfolding before his eye. Things seemed to slow down, almost to the point where everyone was moving a fraction of normal speed as he analyzed the scene. The other prisoners were fighting the PSF's, however this time there was also a new force in place, he could see the white arm bands worn by those that were helping to fight the PSF.

The thought that occurred to him in that moment was specifically related to the message he had received about escape, the whole camp had been conveying the message along, wait for the signal. It seemed that the signal had indeed come; he could see the mysterious White banded force easily pushing back the PSF with the help of the other prisoners. Kord smiled a very rare smile, one that had never been witness before within the two years he had been here, although his face did not break upon it like many had predicted it would. It seemed the time had finally come to leave this hell hole. Things sped back up quickly before Kord's eye as he turned from the wall and walked almost casually to the door. He knew already that no one was on the other side of it, in fact there would be no one in the entire wing he would gather. This block was rarely frequented unless someone was being thrown in a cell, given the commotion outside no one was going to be in here.

Kord put his hand on the steel door in front of him, it was very much like a door one might find in a prison, however... It did have on the small flaw, and that was each side came with a lock.e The PSF did enjoy entering these cells and locking the doors from time to time, especially for those they wanted to break, that was far and in between, however, but it was that one detail that would get Kord out of this cell. Kord walked back to the narrow bed in the room, it was as always bolted to the floor, however there was something upon this bed the no one had probably caught onto. In their attempts to isolate him over the past two years, they had left him entirely alone, no one checked in on him, no one visited him, this was all part of the torture of solitude. So this granted Kord much time to come up with a way to open the door in front of him, he had found that the guards were far too particular about their keys. In fact if one came up missing the entire camp was put under investigation, they would all suffer the white noise until the key was located, even if no one had actually taken it. So securing a key was perpetually an erroneous idea that would eventually fall back into their hands one way or another.

Life around this camp was a form of routine, guard shifts were changed by a routine, guard patrols were controlled by routine, everything was one big routine. So Kord being placed in the exact same cell every time he was brought in here was also routine. It was because of this that Kord had crafted something, it took him a while considering how hard it accurately was to come by materials, but he had constructed make shift set of tools to pick a lock. He hid them in this room as they would never search it, why would they? After all he was not a threat to them, and as far as they were concerned he was not smart enough to formulate an escape like all the others. Blissful ignorance... Kord reached under the bed within the under rail of the bed he picked up his two home made tools.

The first one was made out paper clips, they were woven and twisted upon one another with a primary hook at the end. Paper clips in essence were useless as any kind of weapon, after all these prisoners had powers so who cared about keeping track of paper clips? The second tool was what he would use for tension, it was in it entirety just a piece of metal stripped from underneath the bed, with a little polishing on the stone bricks on the wall he had smoothed the edges out. They were crude in their making, but one could only work with what they could get their hands on. Kord approached the door again as he placed the paper clip pick into the lock, pushing the tension into the lock he listened quietly for the pins. It was a snap pin lock, nothing was incredibly special about it. With every pin he pushed he put tension on the lock, twisting it, with a couple of moment's gone by, the lock turned entirely and he was released from his lovely stone prison.

Kord looked down both ends of the hall of cell doors, like he figured there were no guards, they were all outside dealing with the intruders which meant... Kord approached the wall farthest from his cell, there was a hook on the wall holding a set of keys for the cells. Kord reached up and yanked them off the hook; he was than going to proceed to unlock the cells but the sudden slamming of feet alerted him to intruders. By time the PSF guard staggered his way into the cell block Kord was back in a cell, the only difference being that he left the door wide open.

[color=tan][b]"Damn... one of these bastards escaped..."[/b][/color]

Kord could hear the guard talking to himself; he must have come to make sure the more troublesome ones were being unreleased. Kord listened quietly, he could hear the cocking of the gun, the subtle scrape of the metal being pulled against metal loading bullets into the chamber of the gun. He listened to the footsteps of the guard, listened to their distance from him, he counted in his head silently. Kord fastened his eyes; the keys from the ring were placed between each slot opening between his fingers.

~3... 2 ... 1 ...~

The guard fully emerged into the cell levelling the gun in, he looked around to find that Kords cell was completely empty. Kord opened his eye's as he exited the empty cell right next to his, he came around the corner to the guards back, with one swift kick, his foot meant the guards crotch. There was a bone shattering pain as the guard tried to scream but nothing came out as the gun clattered to the ground. Kord slammed the metal keys into the guards shoulder, the man finally screamed as Kord withdrew them, the guard instinctively tried to drive his opposite arm back to strike Kord. Time seemed to slow down again as Kord noticed the angle of the arm heading towards him. The change in direction, he ducked the blow and went forward slamming the keys into the mans other shoulder. The man fell to his knees, his arms falling limply beside him, Kord walked around him, the same emotionless expression was on his face.

[b]"Hurts don't it? Did you know that if you attack an opponent in precise spots in the body that the portion of body connected is unable to respond anymore? Usually this is done with hands alone, its meant to temporarily disable your opponent, however with... Assume a set of keys for example... Tearing into that same central point, that body part will be forever useless or at the very least crippled for life."[/b]

The guard feebly tried willing his arms to pickup his weapon but Kord pluckt it up first. He tossing it aside to the bed, he raised his fist up with the keys between his fingers. Wrapping his hand around the back of the guards head he held it steady. He went forward with a straight punch for the man's face, but he just stopped inches from the man's skin. The guard seeing his impending death had fastened his eye's awaiting the inevitable. When he slowly opened his eyes, sweat was pouring down his brow, the keys were inches from his eyes.

[b]"I am not like you... I do not delight in causing death even if for those who have tried to torture me for two years. This is not a form of cowardice but a form of mercy that men like you will never understand.[/b]

Kord lowered the keys as he reached back to the bed and collected the gun. Before the man could respond he smashed the weapon into his face knocking him cold. Kord spit on the floor next to the guard as he exited the cell and slammed the door behind him, he re-locked the door. The confrontation over, Kord made his way down the hall with the bloodied keys. One by one he popped open the cells empty or not and released the few who were still trapped within for whatever reason. The stragglers quickly made their way to the battle outside leaving Kord by himself. He looked down at the gun in his hands, feeling the cold metal against his hands, recognizing the power he held in that moment, it was almost exhilarating. He looked up towards one of the exits, he wondered if he should join the battle or not. He could easily use the distraction outside to finally leave this place for good.

It was arduous to say he had not dreamed of this moment for the long two years he had been here. He wanted to make them all pay for what they did to him. But if there was a chance, even slim at best that the PSF could win this fight and he was nevertheless here than he would be trapped again. That was a risk he was not willing to gamble on, no he would make his way out of here. He would not spend another moment here, no matter how much guilt it might prevail on him for not helping the others. Besides most of them had powers he did not, they could take this fight to them better than he probably ever could. He did not fancy getting caught in the cross fire. Kord made his way to the door at the farthest end, looking at the gun again he contemplated letting it go, he had wielded a pistol only once in his life. It was an and M9 Beretta, fifteen shot clip, semi-auto. He really only possessed the practical knowledge he had learned from books on this weapon. He decided in the end that he would keep it just in case, it was unlogical to rid yourself of a weapon that might be necessary for survival. Kord clicked the safety of the weapon and slipped it into his waistband. Taking one deep long deep breath and closing his eyes, he opened them last second. Putting the keys snugly between his fingers once more, he made his way out the door and into the ensuing battle beyond to his freedom.[/color]