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Post by TheMaskedStranger on Oct 25, 2008 10:30:44 GMT -5
Editor Notes: Taken from the old RPGFuries site on MSN Groups. Been revised and formatted.
  What goes through the mind when you wake up in a strange place and not even recognize yourself. This was Ryan Woods world now. The martial arts expert had awoken on a bed in a white padded room with one hell of a headache. He was dressed in white scrubs and white slip-on shoes.   As he sat up from the uncomfortable bed with the mattress no larger than an inch he glazed around. His icy gray eyes shifted from left to right, up and down. The padded room was roughly ten by ten in feet and only consisted of a steel frame bed and a door. The ceiling was high with a surveillance camera in the upper corner.   Ryan had no idea who he was or what he was doing in this place. He stood up from the bed and examined the room by feeling the walls. His hands left visible imprints in the foamed walls for mere moments until forming to its regular shape.
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Post by G-Nation on Oct 26, 2008 22:49:27 GMT -5
  A few minutes passed and the steel padded door opened revealing a man in a lab coat. He was tall with short brown hair and a pointed chin.   “Hello there,” he called out with a thick British accent as he walked towards Ryan almost posh-like with his feet sinking into the rubber floor beneath him.   “Do you know why you are here?” He asked.   “No.” Ryan replied. “Where am I? Why can’t I remember who I am?”   “Oh don’t you worry about that.” The man said pulling a syringe from his inner pocket of his cost.?He circled behind Ryan and slowly stroked his short blonde hair running his fingers through it.   “Relax a little.” The man contained. “This won’t hurt at all.”   Ryan knocked the mans hand from his head. “Who the hell are you?” Ryan shouted. “What do you want?”   The man angrily shoved the syringe in Ryan’s arm injected him with the clear fluid within. Ryan instantly became fatigued and drowsy.   “My name is Dr. Salvatore” The man explained. “And I am the chief medical officer of this institution.”   Dr. Salvatore grabbed Ryan by the arm and guided him out of the room to a long corridor. Ryan was tipsy, however the Doctor managed to keep Ryan on his feet.   “You are here in this institution because you are one of best fighters.” Dr. Salvatore explained. “And your skills are required.” The two briefly my stopped at a electronic caged gate that lead to a much larger room. “Think of this place as your training grounds for things to come.”   With a beep and the red light above the door turning green The gate opened and Dr. Salvatore tossed Ryan. As Ryan fumbled his way through the door way he collapsed on the ground. Dr. Salvatore sealed the gate behind him and a large sinister smiled filled his face.   “Enjoy your stay” he stated laughing as he walked away.
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Post by TheMaskedStranger on Oct 27, 2008 16:30:44 GMT -5
  Ryan stumbling eventually got to his feet staggering against a near by wall for support. He moved along the wall and came to an open area filled with men dressed identical to him. For a brief moment it got quiet as everyone stopped what they were doing and gawking at him. What seemed like minutes to Ryan with everyone looking at him was actually seconds. The noise picked up and everyone returned to their activities.   Ryan focused his attention to the only person who did not stare at him. He was a small middle-aged black man with an afro. He was sitting in the corner reading a book.   Ryan approached the man. “Hey man, what is this place?” Ryan asked.   The man laughed. “They got you too.” He said still reading his book. His eyes briefly lifted from the book. “The names Alfred and you are?”
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Post by G-Nation on Oct 27, 2008 21:05:50 GMT -5
  “The names...” Ryan stopped dead in his tracks. For the life of him he could not remember his own name or who he was. “I... I cannot remember my name.”   “It appears so.” Alfred looked back into his book. “Must be those drugs they’ve got you on. You were loaded when they brought you in.” He glanced back up at Ryan. “This is a special holding facility, a prison if you will. It is not as easy to survive around here as one might think.”   “But I’m no criminal. I’m pretty sure I didn’t do anything.  . “Most people in here aren’t either.”   Alfred closed his book and chuckled before standing up. “Come with me. I’ll show you around and give you the basics.”   Ryan followed Alfred as could fell the strength returning to his legs. The two walked long the perimeter of the room avoiding the groups of inmates. Ryan leaned into Alfred’s ear and began to whisper.   “I have to get out of here. Can you help me escape?”
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Post by TheMaskedStranger on Nov 1, 2008 13:54:50 GMT -5
  Alfred too at a whisper replied. “I can help, but it is going to take some time. It is best not to speak of this here.”   The two left and entered the room next door. It was another recreational that was less populated than the first. People were sitting around tables playing cards gambling with weed.  “While you are here, don’t smoke the weed.” Alfred explained. “Some people put some weird shit in it. It is no good, best to keep away.”   Alfred pointed toward another area. It was a large wide open area filled with workout and exercise equipment and a large skylight above.  “I do recommend” Alfred continued, “that you pump some iron. There are a lot of prison fights in here so staying fit is essential. Do remember to keep to yourself and only see me. My cell is number 416, and it seems fate has made you my neighbor with 414. I’ll see you around.” Alfred waved as he bobbed his way through a crowd of inmates.
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Post by G-Nation on Nov 1, 2008 23:11:21 GMT -5
  Ryan looked at his body. He was already in great shape with a six-pack of abs and strong muscles. He figured that in order to have the physique he had, it must have required a great deal of training. Ryan figured he had to be involved with Health and Wellness.  “414” A guard shouted towards Ryan. “Get to your cell now!”   Ryan not knowing that the inmates were addressed by their prisoner ID Number ignored the guard and kept walking. The guard moved towards Ryan snd stopped in front of him.  “Are you deaf or just stupid?” The guard question.  “Neither” Ryan replied. “I just don’t have time for gorillas in rent-a-cop suits.”   The guards face turned red with anger. He crumbled his hand into a fist and rammed it into Ryan stomach having him launch forward. The guard followed the hit with a knee to the head and Ryan became disoriented. The guard guided Ryan to cell and tossed him onto his concrete slab.  “Sweet dreams” the guard called we will be seeing you later.” The guard slammed the cell door shut and walked away smiling leaving Ryan with a headache and probably a minor concussion.   With his head pounding it was easy for Ryan to rest. As he closed his eyes he immediately fell as sleep.
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Post by TheMaskedStranger on Nov 8, 2008 10:25:15 GMT -5
  After the guards conducted their night-time inspection and head count all was quiet. The inmates were a sleep in their cells. It was late in the night when Ryan’s cell door opened. It was the guard from earlier and he brought two friends with them.   The guard stood and watched as the two other guards approached Ryan armed with billy clubs. Ryan managed to open his eyes, by then it was too late. The guards began beating on Ryan with the clubs targeting his ribs and legs.  “Gorilla’s in rent-a-cop suits!” One of the guards called. “You want to say that again!”   Ryan shook his head and groaned from the pain inflected on him.   The other guard chirped in. “Say some stupid shit like that again and it will be worse.”  “I thought he was Ryan Woods, some tough martial artist. I guess he wasn’t a match for us.” The guards all chuckled.   Alfred who was awake in the cell next door could hear everything. He got out of bed and rushed to his cell door. “Stop it!” He called out to the Guards. “Leave him alone.”  “What?” The Guard replied. “Is he saying something?”   The guards looked at one another. One of them exited Ryan’s cell and moved to Alfred’s.   “I’ll shut you up.” The guard said unlocking Alfred’s cell. Alfred backed up from the door until he was pressed up against the rear wall of the cell.   The guard armed with his club closed the gap between the two of them when he barged into the cell. Alfred closed his eyes and expected what was going to happen. The guard swung his weapon cracking Alfred in the face. With one quick motion of the club striking him Alfred fell to the ground and quickly folded into a ball.   The guard glanced at the old man in the corner and holstered his weapon. Saying nothing the Guard left the cell and locked it behind him. He joined the other Guards and they locked Ryan’s cell leaving him black and blue.   “I think these punks have learned their lesson.” One of the guards said.   “I hope so” the other replied.   The leader of the group took his two friends to finish up with inspection. After a couple minutes together they separated and dispersed throughout the facility.   Ryan barley able to stand limbed over to his cell door. “ Alfred” he called. “Are you okay.”   Alfred with tears in his eyes managed to pick himself off the ground and stumble to his cell door where he could chat with Ryan easier.   “I’ll live.” Alfred said barely containing a smile on his swollen face. “At least one thing came out of this.”  “What was that?” Ryan asked.   “Your name.”   “My name?”   “Ryan Woods, and I know the name.” Alfred rubbed his jaw where the club hit. “I now know why you are here.”  . “Tell me.”   “I’ve already said too much.” Alfred proceeded to head to his bed and lay down. He continued to speak to Ryan through a vent in the cell. His voice traveling to the cell next to his. “There is so much you don’t understand.”   “Then help me.”   “Ryan” he sighed. “I have an escape plan but I need time. If you keep drawing attention my execution date might get moved up.”   “Execution date?” Ryan limbed over to his bed and sat down. “ What did you do?”   “Let’s just say that not everyone in this place is innocent and that I am no different.”   There was a pause as Ryan thought. He was not sure what was going on in this place. He knew this was not your average prison and that something was going on.   “I suggest you get some sleep and visit Tre in the morning for some breakfast. Believe me, the cafeteria is awful. He’ll help you get some of the better stuff.” Alfred explained before turning on his side a closing his eyes.   Ryan did the same.
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Post by G-Nation on Nov 8, 2008 22:35:52 GMT -5
  The morning came and as Ryan woke the doors to all the cells were open. Aside for closing call at 8:00 PM there was no mandatory time to be up. Cells opened at 6:00 AM and prisoners had free range unless of course there was a lockdown.   Ryan exited his cell and went next door. Alfred was not there. Ryan wondered where he went. After a few moments of looking around and not finding Alfred, Ryan made his way to the Gymnasium.   Upon entering the gymnasium Ryan could see a large bald black man with a grow-tee at the bench press. His name was Tre and he was surrounded by other inmates cheering him on. He was easily benching three-hundred pounds of weight. Ryan was impressed and moved closer for a better look.   Tre spotted Ryan approaching and stopped lifting. He stood up from the press and towered over Ryan with his arms crossed. He beat Ryan in both terms of size and weight. His large muscular build left Tre intimidating. As he stood over Ryan the other inmates backed away.   “You must be the one Alfred mentioned” Tre said staring down Ryan. “He sees something in you… But I don’t see it.”   Ryan swallowed and got nervous figuring he was in trouble and about to get into a fight. He took a stance and prepared himself.   Tre just stood there for a moment and then began laughing. “I’m not gonna fight you.” He said still laughing. “Looks like you are already black and blue.”   Ryan lowered his stance. “You must be Tre” he asked.  “Yeah,” he replied. “A friend of Alfred’s is a friend of mine. Let’s get some food.”
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Post by TheMaskedStranger on Nov 9, 2008 11:06:39 GMT -5
  Tre and Ryan headed to the cafeteria by then it was 9:00 AM and the cafeteria was mostly empty. A few inmates were seated around tables. From 7:00 AM to 8:30 AM was the time slot for the morning rush where inmates would crowd for their morning grub.   An inmate by the name of Buck was one of the cafeteria workers. Before his incarnation he was a famous chef in the heart of New York City who received accommodations from Chef Gordon Ramsey himself. Of course people doubted this fact, but none the less Buck could make anything work in the kitchen.   Going on his sixth year in prison, he learned to master the limitations of the goods available with prison food. Buck had his circle of inmates that always received the best of food. Amount them was Alfred and Tre. Both of them got the best and it looked as if Ryan was going to be joining the elite.   With a quick introduction of one another Ryan ordered his breakfast. He decided to keep it simple with bacon and eggs doused in ketchup. Tre got the same minus the ketchup in favor of a salt and pepper blend instead.
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Post by G-Nation on Nov 9, 2008 14:03:46 GMT -5
  The two grabbed a seat at a rectangular table that was closest to the serving counter. It was the spot where Alfred and his crew always sat for all their meals. It was almost a race to see who could finish their breakfast first as Ryan and Tre both pounded back their food.   After a few moments Alfred came by carrying a tray with his signature dish. It was pancakes served with blueberries and raspberries with a side of maple syrup. He sat down beside Ryan and across from Tre.   “Enjoying the breakfast?” Alfred asked.   Ryan nodded his head. “Very good” he replied.   Alfred took a bite of his breakfast and directed his attention to Tre. “If everything stays on current coarse” he explained “we are looking at just over fourteen days until the plan unfolds.”   “Good to hear” Tre called.   Eddie Trumbull, a former Mexican Gang Member who was apart of a rival crew towards Alfred and his crew approached.   “Hey squirrel” Eddie called from behind Alfred.   Before Alfred could turn around, Eddie had scooped up Alfred’s container of syrup and began pouring it on Alfred’s head. The sticky substance smeared all through Alfred’s Afro and Eddie laughed.   Tre stood up angrily from the table. Alfred signaled Tre to relax and sit down with a hand motion as he had spotted three of Eddies gang in the corner of the cafeteria ready for a rumble. Without question and hesitation Tre sat back down.   “That’s right” Eddie laughed. “ You don’t want to start a war here… do you?”   “What the hell!” Ryan shouted. Alfred placed his hand across Ryan’s chest making sure he stayed seated.   “Don’t” Alfred pleaded.   “I see you got a new recruit. Won’t be long till we take him too” Eddie said flipping Alfred’s food tray and dumping his food all over the place. “We will be seeing you around.”   Eddie walked away as his three goons approached him and together they moved out cafeteria pointing and laughing at Alfred’s mess.
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Post by TheMaskedStranger on Nov 15, 2008 16:15:02 GMT -5
  “What was that?” Ryan asked.   “The competition” Alfred replied running a cloth through his hair to absorb the maple syrup. “Their crew killed one of our guys awhile back and they’ve been fighting for territory ever since.”   “Trying to push us out.” Tre added. “With us no longer in the picture they can take control.”   Alfred continued to wipe the syrup from his hair. “Ryan” he said with a sigh. “You should go recreational area. Play cards or something. Leave Tre and I to discuss our next move.”   Ryan nodded and stood up from the table.   “Keep away from Eddie and his crew and you’ll be fine.” Tre said.   Ryan left the cafeteria looking back as Alfred and Tre discussed in secrecy. As he left Ryan headed towards the recreational area. On his travels he bumped into Dr. Salvatore who was accompanied by another man.
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Post by G-Nation on Nov 16, 2008 15:03:34 GMT -5
 The man walked with a cane and had a balding top head with grey hair visible from the back and sides. He was dressed in a green military service uniform with multiple pins attached to his uniform.   “Oh Ryan” Dr. Salvatore called. “Just in time for another shot.” Dr. Salvatore pulled a syringe from his coat pocket and held it high.  Ryan turned to make a run for it but unfortunately two guards grabbed Ryan by the arms and hauled him towards the doctor. Salvatore proceeded to stick the needle in Ryan’s neck and inject him. This time however the injection did not make Ryan dizzy but still made his head fuzzy. But this time he figured out that whatever injections Salvatore was giving him was to suppress memories. The last few hours and become a blur.   Ryan was unable to recall the full details of being beaten last night or the confrontation with Eddie that only just happened moments ago.   “For heavens sake” the older man shouted. “Salvatore how many times have I told you not to do that in front of me.”   “My apologies sir.” Salvatore replied. “He is all yours.” A wide smile grew on Salvatore’s face as he walked away leaving Ryan with the old man and two guards.   “My name is Colonel Cortex and I am the Warden of this institution.” The mans voice was raspy and wheezy. “Come with me to my office. There is much to discuss.” Ryan walked along side Cortex almost at an equal pace because of the beating the guards left him with. He was still sore but managed to push through.  Ryan and Cortex along with two armed guards travelled to the Wardens Office. There were many surveillance cameras and security gates along the way. When reaching the Office Ryan and Cortex sat at his desk.  The Office had a wood trim around it with a wall mural of a waterfall. The Office was filled with a lot of decor. Frames of photographs filled the walls along side of WW2 memorabilia.   “You must have been in the service?” Ryan asked looking at all the military awards and trophies.   Cortex straightened his tie on his uniform. “Why yes” he said proudly. “Served during World War 2 and in Vietnam.”   “Accomplished a lot but the looks of it.”  Cortex smiled. “A life I would never trade away. All over now I’m afraid. Retired.” Cortex grabbed a bottle of water from the mini fridge under his desk and took a drink.   “What kind of prison is this?” Ryan asked.   “Not a regular one. You Ryan Woods are at Alcatraz.”   “Alcatraz?”   “I know what your thinking” Cortex said between sips of his water. “It was closed for decades. An uninhabited Island, that is until I requisitioned the Island. Now I run an usual prison.”   “Why am I here?”   “You are not here for what you have done or not done, but for what you can do and what you will do.”  Ryan scratched his head. “What?”   “You will find out in time. All do time. I suggest do make what friends you can, because you’ll be here for a long time.”  Cortex stood up and guided Ryan towards the door. The two guards followed. “Take him to the visitors ward, someone is here to see him.”
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Post by TheMaskedStranger on Dec 23, 2008 17:39:49 GMT -5
  “Right away sir.” One of the guards said.   “Let’s get moving the other replied.  It was about a five minute walk going through all the security when Ryan finally made it the the visitors area. It was a small area with multiple booths each containing two telephones separated by 2 inch bulletproof glass.   Ryan’s visitor was a women who was sitting in the chair behind the glass waiting for him to approach. As he got closer he saw her and that she looked sort of familiar but he could not remember. Perhaps if he was able to see himself in a mirror he would have seen the resemblance in their eyes and hair.  The women’s long hair was the same color and her icy grey eyes where a match for Ryan’s. The woman was none other than Ryan’s twin sister Christine.  Christine was wearing a black and white Adidas tracksuit paired with black on white Adidas Superstar sneakers. As Ryan sat down and picked up the phone she too placed the phone to her ear.   “Who are you?” Ryan asked.  Christine was puzzled and a look of confusion fell across her face. “Don’t be silly” she said. “It’s me, Christine, your sister.”   “Sister?”   “Oh my god. What have they done to you?”   “Not sure. I been having a hard time remembering. They given me these shots that seem to suppress my memories.”   “I know you are innocent.” Christine said almost in tears. “The media says that you are here for assault and armed robbery, but I know better. You were at that corner store to stop those guys and somehow ended up as the fall guy.”   “I don’t remember a store or much of anything.” Ryan said rubbing his neck where he was injected. “Something is going on in here and I’m not sure what.”   “I’ll do what I can to prove your innocence. I’ll contact Maria McCourt and she’ll represent you as your lawyer. Together we will fight this.”   Ryan signed with relieve. This was good news some legal representation is just what he needs now. “Thanks.” Ryan said with a smile. “I’ve got to go. There are some questions that I need answering.”  Ryan hung up the phone and stood from the chair and walked out from the visiting area. Upon leaving he caught a glimpse of Alfred who was also speaking to a visitor on the phone. They both shared brief eye contact and Alfred gave a nod.
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Post by G-Nation on Dec 24, 2008 9:14:35 GMT -5
 The visitor Alfred was speaking to was a Kool-Guy. His hair was like Elvis Presley’s and he had dark sunglasses on with a cigarette in his mouth. He wore red high top converse sneakers paired with black jeans and a leather jacket. He held the phone between his neck and shoulder as he fiddled with a deck of cards. He ran the Ace of Spades through the fingers of his left hand as he talked with Alfred.   “I’ll have what you need when the time comes.” The Kool-Guy said flipping the card back into the deck and shuffling it.   “Thanks Ace.” Alfred said. “We must be prepared sooner than later.”   “I miss the gang, but I don’t miss the stuff we had to do. I’m lucky I got out when I did.”   “It could have been you that Eddie got.”  Ace kept shuffling his cards and paused to lower his shades. He looked at Alfred and leaned forward into the protective glass nearly touching it.   “Not a chance.” Ace replied all kool and slick. “If I was still in there, Eddie wouldn’t be a problem.”   “I know. I’ll deal with Eddie. Tre and I got ourselves a new recruit.” Alfred explained while keeping an eye out for potential listeners. “Ryan Woods should be useful if we can keep him from losing his memories.”   “Can we trust him?”   “As long as Eddie doesn’t get to him we’re good. I think I should induct Ryan into the inner circle.”   “I trust your judgment Alfred” Ace said leaning back in his chair. “Just be careful and don’t go dying on me.”   “I’ll be fine. We will talk again when the arrangements have been made.” Alfred hung up the phone and proceeded to leave the visitor area and move to the cafeteria.
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Post by TheMaskedStranger on Dec 28, 2008 11:39:14 GMT -5
 Once in the cafeteria Alfred spotted Buck, Tre and Ryan sitting at the usual spot. The cafeteria was Alfred and Tre’s hangout spot. It was usually safe from attackers and lots of kitchen noise drowned out most conversations not within three feet.  Alfred sat beside Ryan across from Tre and Buck. It was time for Alfred to explain everything. It was all or nothing. Alfred explained that this prison was a front for an underground fight-to-the-death club and that his importance was the bookie. It was his job to keep track of funds and bets and handle all money transfers.  Alfred had worked as a bank clerk before his incarceration and became pretty good at embezzling and laundering money. Unfortunately he was snitched on by a client by the name of Eddie Turnbull who Alfred managed to get incarcerated with. Serving time together they became enemies and formed rival crews with growing hatred towards one another.  Eddie’s crew had won the last fight by murdering Buck’s brother who was Alfred’s best friend in the fight pit. The Warden would be preparing for the next fight that would be occurring within the next two weeks.  Alfred had plans set in motion for an escape plan before than, however, he knew to prepare for the worst case scenario should that fail. He would need Tre or Ryan to fight to ensure their survival.  Alfred felt relieved having told Ryan about his past and the events surrounding the prison.   “I’m sorry” Alfred said almost in tears. “I should have told you sooner that you are Ryan Woods, a world championship fighter framed for armed robbery and now you may have to fight to the death.” Ryan pounded his fists on the table. “What!” He shouted his words echoing through the cafeteria.   “You are only here because of your skills in martial arts. A tool to make the Warden rich.” Alfred added.  Ryan was furious he stood up angrily. “I got to go and think.”  Alfred tried to stop Ryan from leaving but Buck convinced him to let Ryan leave. Ryan headed off the the gym to clear his head.   “Let him go.” Buck said. “Let him cool down. His world is offset at the moment. He’ll grasp it eventually.”
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Post by G-Nation on Jan 28, 2009 21:39:47 GMT -5
 Ryan entered the gym and immediately hit the pull-up bar. He begin to perform chin-ups in reps of ten. Eddie was already working out with the free weights when he spotted Ryan. He placed his thirty pound dumbbells on the rack and approached Ryan.
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