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| There's no place like home... [Open]; --Shadow's Safehouse | |
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| Topic Started: Sep 26 2008, 07:09 PM (40 Views) | |
| . Shadow Johnson | Sep 26 2008, 07:09 PM Post #1 |
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It was late in the evening in Neptune's Bounty. All the workers had gone home but Fontaine's smugglers were still busy in their base waiting for the delivery that night. Shadow was all alone in the corridor. He liked it that way. He spotted the security camera and health station. Soon he could relax. The camera turned and spotted him. He waited as the mechanisms whirred and ticked. It turned away to look at a wall and he walked to the health station. He used it and inserted a series of coins, being careful of the order. It processed the information but it stopped halfway through. A large clonking noise echoed through the hall and a section of wall pulled away to reveal a small crawlspace hidden in the shadows and behind a pipe. His eyes darted from left to right and he went through, despite it being pitch black inside. On his way in he pressed a lit button. Once more the sound of masses of metal sliding into place filled Johnson's ears. Slowly some lights flickered on and he stood up. It was his secret world, a sanctuary, a haven and his new home. The whole first floor had been kept incredibly tidy. To the left was an observation room filled with command consoles and screens for the security cameras in Rapture. With the flick of a button he could change from one district to another as he sat in the stylish leather swivel chair. In one corner of this room were ten filing cabinets, all filled with notes and different people who Johnson had decided to follow the lives of at some point or another. It had become his hobby since his old life was taken from him. Right of the entrance was a workshop, fitted with tools from Hephaestus. There was a workbench with a Big Daddy suit on which he'd been able to buy off someone in Point Prometheus. He was currently investigating the control systems. There were drills, saws, files and blowtorches in the cupboards as well as "dissected" vending machines which he had reassembled in here against the walls. He had also installed a pneumo-tube here. Of course only he knew the code for it. Through the middle was a small dining area and kitchen. The table was a quite exquisite oaken one which he had to take part by part into the safehouse. There were two steel chairs covered in rust. The kitchen was makeshift and has used components from the numerous machines of Rapture. In the middle was a cast-iron ladder leading up to a small lounge and a bedroom. The lounge consisted of a dirty sofa and several bookshelves filled with manuals, observations and a seperate few for literature. THere was also a radio and TV although he mostly never used them. The bedroom had a mahogany king-bed which he had also taken part by part from his Olympus Heights apartment. The duvet was becoming grubby though. There was an endtable with pictures of the family that Ryan had taken away from him, an atrocity he would never forget. Shadow walked over to the observation room and sat down in the chair. He then noticed one of the people who he had been "watching over". |
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