Experiments Gone Wild

[Daeus]

Character Sheet

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Basic Information


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Physical


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Personality


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Combat


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Other Information


 
【Basic Information】


Name: Lenore/09


Gender: Female


Age: 23


Sexuality: Heterosexual


Race/Species: Experimental Humanoid Being


【Physical】


Body Type: Lithe


Height: 5'5"


Weight: 113 lbs


Eyes: Scleras and Iris are Black


Hair/Style: Short, Messy White Hair (In Stasis: Long White Hair)


Skin Color: Pale


Distinguishing Features: Eyes, hair color, black tattoo of '[09]' in middle of inner right forearm.


Right or Left Handed: Ambidextrous


Lenore's eyes are very strange. Both the scleras (white of the eye) and iris are completely black, giving her an alien appearance. In contrast to this, her hair has no pigmentation causing it to be completely white. This includes her eyebrows and eyelashes. In the middle of her inner left forearm is a black tattoo which is her number marker as she is the ninth subject. The reason for her peculiar eyes and hair, while not just for genetic improvements, was to help identify subjects as being different from normal humans.


【Personality】


Personality: Submissive-Realistic


Introvert/Extrovert: Introvert


Habits/Hobbies: Spacing out


Talents/Skills: Programmed with a variety of skills and information.


Pessimist/Optimist: Optimistically Pessimistic


Lenore has little to no real world experience as she is an engineered being. She lived 23 years of her life in a stasis tube. Due to this, even with all the 'programming,' she still has difficulty communicating or understanding what others would consider basic skills.


【Combat】


Class: Balanced (Offensive/Defensive/Melee/Ranged)


Weapon: Self





【Abilities/Powers】


Enhanced Strength: Able to exert great strength from muscles.


Enhanced Speed: Able to move at twice the normal human speed.


Enhanced Dexterity/Reflexes/Agility: Able to control limbs and digits extremely well, has a quick reaction time, and able to rapidly respond or change by adapting body's position efficiently.


Enhanced Marksmanship: Able to achieve complete and utter accuracy on distant targets.


Enhanced Stamina: Able to function for long periods of time without tiring.


Enhanced Durability: Able to sustain numerous blows before succumbing to the effects.


Enhanced Senses: Balance, Hearing, and Vision function far above human capability.


【Strengths/Weaknesses/Resistances】


Strengths: See Abilities/Powers, Immune System


Weaknesses: Not bulletproof, fireproof, or immortal (though it may seem like it)


Resistances: Illnesses


Lenore is an engineered human with certain aspects enhanced. Most of these enhancements were to her senses and body. A wide range of information was also inputted into her brain - known as programming - on combat, math, science, geography, languages, and some very basic knowledge that covers living (walking, breathing, eating, sleeping, etc)


【Character History】


Lenore was created for science. She was produced artificially to create an enhanced being, an superior human who was resistant to plague causing pathogens. She was the ninth and final subject created. Her creators hoped to be able to create effective vaccinations for humans against a variety of diseases. There was also hope into possible military use, creating an effective and disposable unit.


【Other Information】


Lenore stayed in stasis for 23 years until finally considered a stable experiment and awakened. However, due to never having any interaction with the world, she has no memories though she is filled with a vast amount of knowledge.


So, while she may know how to hack into a computer system, or fire a gun perfectly, certain things she has never been exposed to would show her lack of understanding until she had observed and learned about said event.


This limited experience also makes her emotionally immature so she doesn't understand concepts such as love or mercy.

 

[Alivia]

[basic Information]


Name: Jace/02


Gender: Male


Age: Twenty-four


Sexuality: Heterosexual


Race/Species: Experimental Humanoid Being





[Physical]


Body Type: Lean, Strong


Height: 6'3"


Weight: 215


Eyes: Deep Green


Hair/Style: Short Blond hair


Skin Color: Olive Tan


Distinguishing Features: Cheekbones, eyes and the number 02 on his arm.


Right or Left Handed: Right Handed





[Personality]


Personality: Mysterious/Straightforward


Introvert/Extrovert: Introvert


Habits/Hobbies: Playing with knives/observing


Talents/Skills: Programmed to fight up close and personal.


Pessimist/Optimist: Pessimist





[Combat]


Class: Melee/Offensive


Weapon(s): Knives, Throwing Knives (or any melee weapons available), Self.





[Abilities/Powers]


Enhanced Strength: Stronger than the average human.


Enhanced Speed: Can sprint faster than most.


Enhanced Vision: Has advanced eyesight.


Enhanced Mindset: Trained to remember, recall information, and brew a plan within seconds.





[strengths/Weaknesses/Resistances]


Strengths: Excellent at close range combat, stealthy, and is cut off from most emotions.


Weaknesses: Long range combat, can lose control of emotions from time to time, and is stubborn.


Resistances: Panic





[Character History]


Jace Penning was the perfect subject, the perfect fit to become the world's greatest, fastest, strongest, and most intelligent soldier on the planet. He would be unstoppable. He would be stealthy. He would be strong. He would be fast. He would be fearless. He was the third test subject to be obtained by the U.S. Government since he was a little boy, taken away from his family. He was altered physically to become the strongest, and trained to be a soldier. When he turned fifteen, he began being tutored by the best former Marine in the whole U.S., and was visited by the President himself.





[Other Information]


His parents don't know where he has been, or what they were doing to him, when they gave him up for money. Jace grew up in training rooms, in training gear, and around plenty of high-tech weapons. He is excellent at close quarters combat, and has a higher stamina then the average human. He is photographic memory, and is taught to have no fear. He can be brutal, but it's the only way of life he knows. The Government plans to make him into a potential assassin, or possibly the leader of a greater army in the future.


Jace has no memory of his parents. He was brainwashed the first day he was taken, and got right into being altered. It took years and years of altering his DNA to make him the perfect balance of: strength, agility, flexibility, stamina, and speed. It took even longer to teach him not to feel fear, anger or any emotion at all. He was, in a way, a robot. Waiting for their command. But then he broke free of it as he regained some memory, and the emotions with it.
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[Alivia]

Jace stared blankly at the glass separating him from the scientists looking back at him, charts and clipboards in their arms. Speechlessly, one slid a tray underneath the door, watching it skid across the clean, white floor. It seemed everything was white. The lab coats. The walls. The lights. His shirt. It never fazed him, of course. Nothing did. He simply was trained to feel nothing, and to show nothing. Not that they cared. They just got a big juicy paycheck at the end of the day, paid to keep silent from the Government. He blinked as he bent down to pick up the tray. Steak, potatoes, eggs, and a side of vegetables. The usual. He sat down at the small table in the corner of the room, and began eating.


Room was a little modest. It was more like a huge observing tank for the scientists. He had three walls, and glass. Outside the glass was more white walls, needles, and smart-looking guys in lab coats watching his every move. Jace didn't seem to notice. He never did. That was because on the inside, he couldn't see them. He was often released from his room, but only to train, study, or get the latest injections. He was perfect. He was their soldier. Of course, he had never been on a mission. He wasn't ready yet, they had told him, over and over. He never seemed to be ready. He was beginning to wonder if he was ever ready, or just was a lab rat. To be tested to be sure it was safe. He didn't care. There was nothing he could do about it. He was taught to obey.


He shoved the now empty tray back underneath the steel door. They had told him it was for precaution. Apparently, some of the drugs they gave the subjects had a possible side affect: madness. Of course, here, they didn't let insane super-humans live long. He had never seen another subject. He had only seen people in lab coats his whole life. Never met his parents. Never stepped outside the hidden base. He didn't know if it was even possible. He didn't plan to find out, either. A hand took the tray, and then it was gone, back into the lab. Jace walked to the other end of the room, and sat on the edge of his bed, his foot tapping against the cold, hard ground. Five minutes until training. He blinked. Training always made him feel alive.


Opening the door, he walked out of the room with his usual escorts: six guards in black suits. They never looked at him. They never took their glasses off, either. They were black, and mysterious. Almost like him. He walked on ahead without making eye contact with anyone, and once arrived at the training area, the guards left without a word or a sound. The door shut behind him, sealing them inside. Just him and his instructor now. And all the weapons. Rows of guns, bows, knives, and axes rested on the walls, lights beaming down on the deadly objects. In the center of the massive room sat his instructor, sitting with his legs crossed, his arms holding something. Jace immediately tensed. Another test. Without warning, a tomahawk was flung at him.


Jace dodged it in time by moving to the right. His instructor now on his feet, Jace got into his fighting stance, his arms shielding his face. The tutor smiled devilishly, and proceeded to reach into his black jacket, revealing knives tucked neatly inside. He squinted his eyes at the knives, and watched as they flew through the air, longing to reach their target: him. He slid down on the ground below him, the knives just barely above him. The knives clattered behind him, gravity bringing them down to the white floor. He stood up as the man laughed, clapping slowly. "Impressive, 02," he spoke. He never called him Jace. He would always be subject 02 to everyone. Not that it mattered what he thought. He was a weapon. And weapons didn't think. They weren't supposed to.


Hours went by. Training finished up, and Jace was left in a glean of sweat and pride. His instructor patted him on the back, and then he was escorted out of the training room. Jace scanned the area, watching as a few Government workers looked up to catch a glimpse of him. Some continued talking, and others fell silent upon seeing him. It wasn't everyday that they got to see 02 out of his cell ─ er, room. Some smiled at him, others just stared. Either way, he remained completely emotionless as he walked straight ahead. He showed no fear. No interest. Nothing. His eyes held no hints to as of what he was thinking and feeling. Not that he really thought much of anything; he'd been here so long that he knew every inch. Or, at least, every inch not hidden from him.


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Two days pass by. More trays of food, and more hours of training. More time spent awake and pacing around the room. He had seen something. He had seen something in a dream, something he'd never seen before. Other beings that weren't in lab coats. He wasn't sure who they were. He just knew they were holding hands, and they were smiling. And then it was gone. He had woken up in sweat, and had alerted the monitors constantly keeping an eye on him; his heart had been beating more rapid then it ever had. They had immediately rushed in to be sure his heart was failing, and to be sure nothing was wrong with him. They just assumed it was a error with their systems: he was as fine as a soldier could be.


Of course, they kept a closer watch on him since the.. whatever it was. He was left slightly confused; something he hadn't ever felt before. Why would he be confused? He grew up here. He took his first steps here. He broke his first bone here. He learned his first words here. He was raised here. He was being taken care of these people. They trained him. They taught him. They kept him safe. Why would he question them? He didn't. He was a soldier. And soldiers obey without questioning or hesitating. He was the perfect fit. So, why was he confused now? It made no sense to him. It kept him awake at night. It made him pace around in the room. The doctors were worried about him. They were worried he was becoming defective.


Jace gasped, his eyelids flying open. Darkness surrounded him, making it difficult to breathe. Behind his eyelids, he could still see them. A man and a woman, holding hands, smiling and laughing as they wrapped arms around him, and each other. He caught his breath, and came to the realization he felt something: loneliness. He mentally slapped himself. What was going on? What was wrong with him? Since when did he give a damn if he was alone or not? He's been alone for twenty four years. He hasn't been to the outside world. This was the only way of life he knew, so, why was he only now feeling lonely? Nothing was clear to him now. He stood up on his feet, and with shaking hands in his hair, slid down the glass wall, his eyes shutting.


A few more days pass by. They keep close watch still. They give him more injections. But no training. That was new. He never missed training. Even when he broke his collarbone at age eleven, that didn't stop him. Nothing did. So, why were they holding him back? What was going on? He shut his eyes. Another flash of images. A house, this time. It was resting on sand, surrounded by water. Inside the home was a small music box, with the letter 'J' carved on the front of the box. The music was playing, the wind blowing. Then he opened his eyes. His heart was racing. He could feel adrenaline pumping into his veins. Fear. Something he wasn't supposed to feel. He stood up, and stared directly through the glass, his hand resting on the glass.


Jace remembers. He remembers the couple. He remembers the house. He remembers the way the ocean smelled. He remembers being sad. He could feel again. He had emotion. The scientists didn't know. He didn't want them to know. He was mad at them. He wanted out. He wanted to go back to the house. He wanted to smell the ocean air again. He wanted to be free. But he stayed in that stupid cell for weeks and weeks. He had thoughts of escaping. He just didn't know how he could. There was guards. And more guards. But he reminded himself he was a super-human. He was more advanced. He was the ultimate soldier. He had strength. He had years and years of training. So, the real question was, what was stopping him?


One day, he had enough. He needed to find out who the people were in his memory. He had been planning it for a few weeks. He even had made a small weapon out of a few plastic forks over the course of his meals. He made sure to hide them under the sink in his bathroom, and bring all the forks to make the weapon sharper. It wasn't much, and he knew it was weak and would break within two or three uses, but it was all he had. Besides, he would use hand-to-hand combat when it came down to it; he had been trained to. Jace just needed to wait now. He knew that timing was everything in the plan. He would have to have the perfect timing, weapon, and execution. Or he would die. He would die trying to escape.


Jace had debated on whether or not to steal a weapon from the training room. He eventually decided not to, knowing his instructor would take notice and he would notify someone of high ranks, and then his cover would be blown. He would die. And that wasn't an option in his plan. So, he played it cool for a while as he scanned the surrounding area, and took note of the guard's shifts. Most of them weren't alert in the middle of the night. Most of them were tired by midnight, so, that was when he'd escape. In the middle of the night. And even if they ran after him, they wouldn't be able to see well in the dark. And even if they did gain on him, he'd take them out if he had to. He didn't want to, but he would if it came down to it.


Then the time came. It was the middle of the night, with eight guards on duty. All of them were tall, muscular, though half of them were nearly asleep. This was the perfect time and setting. He walked up to the door, and took in a deep breath. "I need to use the restroom." The restroom, fortunately, was outside his room. Apparently it was an opportunity to commit suicide, somehow. He just knew someone before him had died in a bathroom, and since then, they moved it outside the room so they could be sure. The door opened after a moment of silence, and six out of the eight guards escorted him. He just needed his homemade knife, and he'd be ready. Ready to break out of this place. To be free. He smiled once the bathroom door shut behind him.


Jace walked out of the bathroom, the plastic knife in his hand. The guard looked at him, and his eyes widened. But that was all he had time to do before the knife penetrated his throat. And then he slid down on the ground, causing the other guards to look up. They pulled out their firearms, and Jace bent down as quickly as he could, and picked up a pistol from the dead guard at his feet. He cocked it, and fired before they could. The shots rang through the lab, smoke and bullets in the air. Blood was sprayed on the white walls. Eight guards lay on the floor, gaping holes in their chests, heads, and necks. All dead. And he hadn't even emptied a clip of ammunition. He grabbed another gun, some ammo, and a coat off of the guards, and started running for his life.


He was never told about a forest. He just knew he was in a Government building that was top secret, and very, very hush hush. He just didn't know where exactly it was located. But a forest? He was screwed over. He hadn't thought this through. How would he obtain food? How would he survive? Sure, he'd been handed several, thick books on surviving, but he never had been tested. He swallowed, and made his way out of the building, his bare feet touching the rich, dark soil. His green eyes scanned the thick trees, before he decided to keep running, pistol still in his hand. Blood was soaking his shirt; but not of his own. He kept running, even as he heard the alarm go off, it's sirens wailing through the empty forest. There was no going back now.
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[Daeus]

09 efficiently tapped away on a tablet that was testing her reaction time and eye-hand coordination. Her "sisters" were also doing the exact same test at the same time. It was the best way they could all be compared to each other. Physically they were identical; same hair, eyes, stature, everything. The only way they could be differentiated was from their tattooed numbers on their arms. However, this wasn't a problem for any of them. They could easily identify each other individually even when their identifiers were hidden. This was something that baffled the scientists. They called the phenomenon "the clone syndrome." 09 and the others had been asked how exactly they knew which subject was which but it was something that in all their programmed knowledge they could not identify.


09 and the others all stopped tapping on their tablets at the exact same moment. The scientists murmured numbers to each other and compared notes. The results were all the same; same time, same answers, same response speed. Every test thus far had been to see how similar they were to each other. This had been 09's existence since she had been awoken from stasis.


They were trained together. They were all programmed the same way. They were all genetically identical.


She turned her full black eyes over to 01 who returned her stare. None of them conversed with each other. There was no point in talking amongst themselves like the scientists did. There was no unique information to share since they were all exposed to the exact same things at teh exact same time.


From what 09 had overheard from previous conversations this was to create a perfectly unified unit that could efficiently complete assignments individually but also work as a single force. This was nothing that was particularly of interest to 09. Nothing was of any real interest to her. She didn't understand when one of the scientists would ask her what her favorite color or food was during the rare one-on-one interactions. She could't comprehend what were described feelings of emotions as she was incapable of feeling them.


This was the life of the "nine muses" as they had been nicknamed. That was their unit's name since there were 9 of them within their ward. Everyday was met with various training exercises, tests, and questions. This was their schedule every day since they were awoken.


However, this was changed the night the facility's security system had failed to contain a subject. The sirens blared through the entire facility to announce that something had gone awry in the system. The ward where she resided went into lock-down mode to prevent access to the room that was filled with nine beds in the small room.


This was the cause of the change in their normal schedule. It was a week later that they were escorted to the small auditorium. They directed to stand before a full audience of scientists and officials of the facility. The officials were the only ones that were dressed in formal suits in the sea of white lab coats.


The purpose of being put on display was to explain the situation of having an escaped subject on the loose. The subject was described as a single male that was unstable, dangers, and out of their control. Due to their enhancements they believed that sending a normal human would not work since this subject had been trained and altered. Thus it was suggested by the lead scientist of 09's ward that they be sent to track and capture the rouge subject. They were described as superior products since they were created within the facility and programmed to perfection.


They would need some time to train and to have some additional programming in order to blend in outside of the facility since they were meant more for assignations than recovery operations. This meant over the next few months they began to practice conversations, emulating expressions, and many other things before they would be sent on their first assignment.

 

[Alivia]

Running. Running and breathing was all he could focus on. He didn't hear the sirens. He didn't hear the twigs snap beneath his feet. He could only hear his strong heart beating, and his breathing. Nothing else mattered in that moment. He needed to run faster. He needed to be free. So, he ran until he could run no more. He didn't dare look back either. 02 is free. No more tests. No more training. No more injections. It was just him, and the forest now. He could hear a few men in the distance. They were probably looking for him. They weren't going to find him. Even if they did, he'd just keep running. Slumped against a thick tree, he breathed heavily, looking around his surroundings. Trees, trees and more trees. He was alone. But he was free.


Jace's eyes cracked open, and for a moment, he thought it was all a dream. But then he felt pain spread like fire on his leg. He sat up, startled, and pulled the pant leg up slightly. He must have cut it without realizing it when he had been running through the thick forest. He sighed, pulling it down, covering the blood. He stood up on his feet, and looked around the area. Sunlight was pouring in through the branches and leaves. He could see a few small animals scurrying through the brush, not seeming to mind his presence. He started walking, and walking, until sunset. Day 1 of freedom. What was he going to do? Where was he going to go? Would anyone find him? Would anyone care about him? Probably not. He would just have to assume he was alone, and stuck in the middle of nowhere.


For a while, he just wandered through the area, searching for a good area to set up camp. He needed to gather food and water if he is to survive the next few days. Then the next task would to be to find civilization. He would start a new life. He would run from the Government, and try to survive. Maybe find out if there is more people like him. Who knows. He was just amazed he even escaped. He was lucky to still be alive. But how long would he be alive? Would they find him? Would they take him back, or just kill him on sight? He didn't know. For what felt like the first time in his life, he had no answers. He was lost. He was confused. But he was free. 02 was no longer just another lab rat. He was a renegade. He was an escapee. An experiment gone wild.


He was beginning to feel the side effects of fatigue. Normally, he'd be training at this time of night. But nothing would be normal. What was normal anymore? Nothing was normal. He was a lab rat. He was supposed to be the world's greatest, strongest soldier. He was supposed to be a powerful weapon. And he was. He would always be a weapon. The Government would always want to find him as long as he was a weapon. The Government would always want him either dead, or under their control. That was how it would be. Nothing could change it. 02 was nothing more than a weapon to the U.S. and the rest of the world. He would be until he took his last breath on Earth. It was the cold, hard truth. He couldn't change it. He could only roll with the punches.


A month passed by. 02 was still in the middle of the forest, still trying to find some form of civilization. He had made a small temporary shelter, a few wooden spears, and even got a steady supply of food and water. During the course of the days, he would keep himself busy by running, exploring, doing push-ups, gathering food, hunting, and sleeping. His body was still fit, but the lack of protein filled food was taking it's toll on his body. He was low on water, and needed somewhere warm to stay during the nights; it was getting colder. He didn't know what his next move would be. He was, partially, waiting for the Government's next move, too. He was curious to see what they would do. Or did they even care if he got away? Of course they did. Whatever they were doing, it wasn't good.


Jace stood up, climbed a small tree, and held his breath. He could hear footsteps. He could hear someone breathing. Cursing under his breath, he hopped down from the tree, landing gracefully on the dark ground. Grabbing his pistol, he tucked it as quietly as he could in the back of his pocket, grabbed what food he could carry, and started running. He didn't look back to see if they were pursuing him. Whoever they were, they were fast. They had to be either soldiers, or... other subjects. But would they really make subjects kill each other? Was this a way to eliminate the weak subjects, and see who is strong enough to remain? Or were they simply trying to get rid of them all? He wasn't about to find out just yet. He heard the person, and just as he was turning around, he saw a shadow run across his field of vision. He flicked the safety off of the pistol, but continued to run like hell.


He ran several miles before taking a break. He was certain he lost whoever it was chasing him. He wasn't sure if there was just one person, or many. God knows if there were a hundred men searching in the forest for him. 02, while looking around, checked the two clips of ammunition. He had about twelve rounds in each clip. It wouldn't last him long. "Damn it," he murmured, shoving the extra pistol in his back pocket. He began walking again, occasionally hopping over fallen trees. He looked over his shoulder a few times, beginning to grow paranoid. He needed rest desperately. Rest and water would do him good. But right now, that wasn't his priority. He needed to find a city. Or even a small town. He needed refuge. He needed somewhere safe. But was anywhere safe? Would they track his every move in the city? Probably. Best not to go to the city, he decided. Too many cameras.


Fast forward a few days, he found it. He found a town. It was small, and had a population of a few thousand people. It would have to do for now, he thought as he tucked both pistols in his coat. Time to gather resources.



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(I was thinking he'd bump into a subject or two in the town, and something would go down. Just a thought. :3)

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[Daeus]

09 and the others were given 02's picture as well as their directive. They were to track down the fugitive subject first without engaging him. As long as they knew where 02 was heading they could observe him and his mental and physical state. If he was vulnerable enough to capture they were to do so. Currently that was their only task until they found their target.


They had been sent in three groups; 01 through 03 were one group, 04 through 06 in another, and 07 through 09 were in the last group. They were to take different directions in the wilderness outside of the facility. It was during this phase that 01 reported to have found the target but that he had fled. Their group trailed him at a distance until he reached a small town. Their groups rendezvoused at the edge of the forest keeping their presence hidden from the population as ordered.


The town was rural with such a small population that it was reported as possible to simply bomb the small town to destroy 02 before he could try and flee once again to a larger civilization. Civilian life was not their priority. However they were directed that their current object was to capture the fugitive subject alive. Being the creations that they were they could not question this command even if they knew the probable outcome of an attempt at capture would be the less efficient choice.


Supplies were brought to them; a sniper rifle for three of them, more guns and ammunition as well as silencers; blades, and sun glasses. Due to their special nature their eyes were entirely black. Unlike humans, their sclera and iris were pitch black. This was an engineered trait to identify them as something other than human. 09 had over heard many comments about her eyes and they were associated as "demonic" or "predatory." In response another scientist had stated that was another purpose of this type of eye trait; to cause fear.


After they finished gathering their supplies they reviewed a satellite map of the surrounding area and town. There had been no movement that the subject 02 had left the area so they were to spread out and surround the town. One subject from the three groups - 02, 05. and 08 - took a sniper rifle and went to specific buildings that would allow them to observe the population without discovery.


All the others, including 09, spread out to other building rooftops. They would remain here and wait until nightfall when the town's population wasn't wandering around to search for 02 more openly. If in twenty-four hours times they still could not locate them 09 was to change into civilian attire to permit her to search the town during the day without suspicion.


( Sorry it's so short. Not much else they can do. X3 )

 

[Alivia]

02 was hiding in plain sight. He had successfully broken into a cabin, stolen some clothes and a small amount of food, and gotten out without catching anyone's eye. As for as anyone knew, he was just another civilian in the town. The leather jacket had been slightly large, but it would do for now. Now he just needed to find sun glasses, and a baseball cap, and he'd fit in while keeping his identity anonymous. It was the only plan he had as of now. And quite frankly, it wasn't a shabby plan. It just didn't cover everything long term. Not that he could really do anything about it. Every plan from this point on would have to be temporary. Nothing in his life would be anything but temporary. He'd make temporary homes, temporary weapons, and temporary plans.


Walking as casually as he could out of the gas station, he watched as people came and went. This was a problem. The subjects could be anyone. And they knew what he looked like, what his height was, and everything about him. He knew nothing about them. They had the advantage. For now. 02 proceeded to walk throughout the town, buying necessary resources such as food, water, a backpack, and a few changes of clothes. Just in case he's compromised and needs a new look to get away. He also bought a pocket knife in case they, somehow, took his gun away. Just in case. "You can never be too sure about anything, so don't take the chance," his instructor would tell him often. So, he decided, he wouldn't take the chance. He would try to be prepared, but no one could ever be fully prepared, now were they?


He looked over his shoulder hastily, his eyes hidden behind the black shades he had gotten. He pulled on the red and white baseball cap, and continued walking as if he belonged here. He walked up to a couple, and asked for directions to the nearest large town politely, his voice even and cool. He couldn't have his cover blown. He knew the subjects might possibly show his photo to the civilians, asking if they had seen him. 02 couldn't let them find him. He wasn't sure about their orders, but he knew it'd end the same; with him dead. He still didn't plan on finding out ─ he needed to keep moving. God knew if the subjects were already in town, searching for him, or a sign that he had been here. He didn't have time to spare at this point.


The next city was about thirty miles away on a highway connecting the town to the outside world. With a backpack on his back, he started walking on the side of the freeway. He had once read somewhere in his studies that normally, runaways and homeless catch rides to their next destination by catching a ride, or becoming a stowaway. So, just like in the books he had read, he outstretched his arm, and held out his thumb as the cars and trucks passed by. 02 knew the odds of a person generously offering him a ride was next to impossible. But it was yet another temporary plan and solution. He knew if he got a ride, it'd increase his chances of survival for the next few days. If he could just get to a larger town, he might be able to lose them for a while.


It was about two hours in. He was still walking, his thumb still held out in the dark night. The only passing cars now were either semi-trucks, or RVs. 02 had covered about ten miles. Still another twenty miles ahead of him. The subjects could be trailing behind him right now. He didn't know. They could have been in any one of the cars, watching his every move. Hell, the Government was probably sitting back in their cozy room, watching him via satellite images. He didn't know. He could only keep walking. Jace watched as more cars passed by, his pace picking up. Eventually, a minivan pulled over, and a kind lady offered him a ride. She had three kids in the backseat, all of which were screaming and bickering. He didn't mind. He just looked out of the window for as long as he could.


"So, may I ask why you were walking on the side of a freeway at this time of the night?" the woman asked, smiling at him as she passed a semi-truck. 02 looked at her, offered her a fake, reassuring smile, and opened his mouth. "Got kicked out of the house. Been trying to find a job and get back on my feet," he lied, staring out of the passenger window. She nodded, apologizing immediately. He never understood why humans apologized for things that weren't their fault; it was useless in any situation. Words meant nothing to him. Actions were the truth. But he just nodded, and remained silent for the rest of the journey, listening to the children in the back laughing and giggling. If only they knew how good they had it; a mother, a home, and a life. They had a safe place to call home. Would he ever have one?


The car door slammed behind him as he exited the vehicle, saying his thanks. He adjusted the backpack's straps on his shoulders, and looked at the large town ahead of him. It was of decent size, and had about fifteen thousand people. He entered, and looked around his surroundings one last time. Then he saw her. Looking right at him, her dark glasses meeting his. He started running. He shoved a few people out of his way as he ran through the streets, hopping over a car's red hood. He swore under his breath. There was no where to run to. He looked behind him, and she was gone. Or was she? He turned around again, face to face with her in the alleyway.
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(don't be, :3 sorry I didn't give you much to work with. hope this is better. sorry if I'm kind of power-playing, but I just wanted to give you an opening.)
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[Daeus]

08 had reported spotting the fugitive to 09 who had been wandering the streets of the town to try and scour the area for possible leads. Once his location had been confirmed they all began to move to surround him from where they had all be stationed at. Since she was the closest to him she was going to have to trail him.


They did not know how exactly skilled this subject was so they were left to work out strategies in reaction to their circumstances. So when she had spotted the subject in a crowd and he turned to flee, she predicted which escape route he would take. There she was in the alleyway with him staring face-to-face.


"Target in alleyway."


She didn't remove the sunglasses since that small fraction of a second in doing so would give him a possible advantage. Due to the nature of being genetically engineered, she could see quite well in dark spaces and easily use her other senses if she was ever in a place that was pitch black.


She had been given order to not engage with the target but she had little choice in the matter if he chose to attack her. She knew the others were one their way and would be there in less than 90 seconds. She could hear them over the radio earpiece as they rushed to her aid as well as informing the facility they've located the target so that they could use their satellites to observe the interaction and issue orders as needed.


"Subject 02; you are required to return to the facility. If you resist being escorted force will be used against you. Will you comply?"


She stood there in a defense stance with her muscles tingling with anticipation on his reaction. She had a gun hidden but using it would risk a possible fatality of the rogue subject. As he had fled she had noticed the familiar shape of a gun on his person which she considered in her various tactics if he chose to retaliate.


(Sorry it's short, but action scenes tend to be.)

 

[IllusiveShade]

(I know these places are one on ones, but would it be ok if I joined in? I was thinking maybe a scientist or a mechanically enhanced soldier. It's up to you though if I can join. I play an excellent villain if you need that.))


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[Daeus]

(I know these places are one on ones, but would it be ok if I joined in? I was thinking maybe a scientist or a mechanically enhanced soldier. It's up to you though if I can join. I play an excellent villain if you need that.))
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Sorry, but this RP and plot was discussed as a 1 x 1 RP.

 

[IllusiveShade]

((I understand. I wish you both a great RP))

 

[Daeus]

((Alivia, you there?))