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[Phadia]

The clean white halls reflect the artificial sunlight, bouncing the light back against the smooth white tile floor.
The hall is long and wide, with open glass rooms lining the right side, and several bright plush chairs and end tables arranged in clusters on the left. The entire left wall is a pane of glass, framing a white courtyard full of perfectly dusted fake plants. Usually, people would be gathered in the chairs studying, or milling about the shops. Today, however, the hall is empty. Not a single soul buried in their studies, or picking out a set of white sheets for a coming of age gift.
No, the hall is completely desolate, the inhabitants flocked in what's known as the Exam Room.
Jeanine finds herself alone as she dashes through the hall, her white socks padding along soundlessly against the tile.
"Late! How can I be late?!" she finds herself hissing under her breath to nobody in particular. Seeing as nobody is around, she realizes she is talking to herself. Yet another strike against her Perfection. Of course, these smaller quirks were nothing compared to the upcoming evaluations.
The entire procedure had been kept under wraps. Nobody knew what to expect, other than it was both physical and mental. That they were a test to measure your Perfection as a whole.
As she reaches the end of the hall, the large double doors swing open, revealing a massive crowd of people. There is no chaos among the scene, however.
Every person is sat in a chair in the large room. The chairs are all in rows, much like that of the clinic waiting room.
Even the parents and young children have been ordered to sit.
All citizens must attend the Evaluation.
Off to one side, Jeanine can see the smaller Testing Rooms, closed doors labelled with numbers. Out of all the places in the facility, the Testing Rooms are one of the few places with no windows. Nobody is allowed inside until their own Evaluation.
Hands tingling, Jeanine scoots into one of the empty chairs near a couple other girls that look around her age.
She almost smiles at one of them, but catches herself. Emotions are to be quelled at all times. They are a sign of weakness and Imperfection.
Instead, she grips the armrests of her chair, trying not to wriggle out of nervousness.
Just then, one of the Testing Room doors opens. All heads swivel towards the movement as door #3 swings on its hinges.
From where Jeanine is sitting, she can just barely see the white stretcher carrying what looks to be a teenage boy. Two medics move the stretcher away from the door, allowing the next participant entry.
"Emma Clarkson."
A frail looking girl, obviously younger than Jeanine, picks her way through the rows of chairs to the door.
She doesn't even glance at the stretcher, but goes inside the room without hesitation.
Jeanine finds herself holding her breath, eyes fixated on the wounded boy.
What happened in there...?
The sound of the door closing jolts her out of her thoughts.
"The Evaluation will proceed as per regulation."
There is a voice over the loudspeaker as the wounded teen is carried away. Nobody moves from their seats. Instead, there is complete silence as the citizens wait for the next person to come out.
But Jeanine finds her mind fixed on the boy and her own Evaluation. Just what was going to happen...? Was that boy okay? She didn't think the Evaluation would be that tough... Would she end up coming out on a stretcher...?
Her eyes wandered to the faces of the girls around her. Were they scared too?
The thought crossed her mind to just ask them, but she kept her mouth closed, jaw clenched.
Socialization was unnecessary and irrelevant.
Instead, she gripped the armrests harder, trying to stop herself from shaking.
Radio_Rat66.6
Greekgeek1213 ​

 

[Professor red]

I’ll be the wounded boy) as the medics took the stretcher down the hall he was off to be tested. A new experimental gun was to be tested on him. This gun shoots a special bullet that explode the second it’s inside the victim. Roxas sighed as he reviews his plan ‘take out the medics and guards. Take the gun and free as much people as he could ( so idea. I was thinking roxas starts a huge rebellion by breaking into the exam area where everyone is waiting and takes out the staff and medics and guards. Then leads them to out side. As he knows it’s way better then that the staff say. Then as everyone is escaping guards come out and start taking down people. But I’m the end only roxas and the other oc characters escape. And roxas kinda leads them?)

 

[Radio_Rat66.6]

Mamie was already seated in the Exam Room. She sat with perfect posture and watched the back of the chair in front of her. She heard as someone came in late. Mamie couldn't afford to be late. She was bordering on that fine line again. She swallowed and watched out of the corner of her eye as a boy was rushed from the room. What would they do to her? She wanted so badly to pass. She had worked so hard to be perfect. Would she end up like that boy? Rushed out on her death bed? She was mostly skin and bones. What if the test was to fight? She'd fail that right away. She had no physical strength in her body. She had plenty of mental strength though. She was always reading books, which is what helped her remain perfect.​

 

[Greekgeek1213]

Waiting, waiting, waiting. Nothing but the sounds of baited breath and nervous swallows, of the nervous itching to go and the relieved sighs of being able to stay one more turn. Jia simply stared of into the distance, her gaze cold and calculating. There was nothing to do, and nothing she could do, as she waited for her own exam. Nothing except hope for the best and to think of the worst.
No one knew of what the exams held, save for when people actually went through them, and the horrific scenes that followed when they seemingly failed. All they knew was that this test was what would most likely allow them to continue living, or end their life as they knew it. At least, that’s what it felt like - like this test was so important your life depended on it.
Normally, Jia wouldn’t care. She was alone and tired of this small, sterile world she had been living in since she could basically remember. But then... she scanned the room and saw some young children. Ones that would be the most likely not to come out of this. The ones who will be labeled ‘Imperfect’. Her emotions caught in her throat, but she kept them there. It wasn’t the time. She needed to get out of here, alive.
She then looked over slightly to the other girl who had sat beside her.
‘Late,’ She thought to herself. No words escaped her, but she could obviously see that this girl was nervous. Jia’s eyes went from cold to warm as supportive as the fellow teen looked up at her. It was all she could do to help. They couldn’t talk, or take deep breaths, or rub each other’s backs. Just stare and hope.

Phadia

 

[Phadia]

Jeanine looks again to the nearby girls. One of them was pale and extremely frail looking with white hair. The other had a head of brown hair and a warm looking gaze.
Once again, Jeanine resisted the urge to smile nervously, swallowing hard.
Just then, one of the Testing Room doors opens, and Jeanine can hear her name being called. At first, it sounds distant and muffled, like the voice in a dream.
But this was no dream.
She rises from the chair, stumbling a little. The Facilitator stands at the door, gaze expressionless.
As Jeanine passes over the threshold, she resists the urge to look back towards the Exam Room.
The door swings closed soundlessly, and Jeanine finds herself in a surprisingly small room.
It appears to be about five six by six feet at the most. Four white walls, a white floor, and a white ceiling with a singular light in the center.
Jeanine looks around for the Facilitator, and finds a man standing nearby, dark gaze watching her expectantly.
She looks around the room again, seeing nothing but a small end table in the middle.
Three glasses of clear liquid rest on the table.
At first, Jeanine remains still, wondering what to do.
Asking would be a sign of weakness and Imperfection.
Yet, as she eyed down the three glasses, the thought kept creeping back into her mind.
What if it's some sort of poison...?
She looks back at the Facilitator again. For a split second, she perceives what looks to be impatience flash across his face.
She swallows and approaches the glasses.
No, don't be silly... it's just water. It's probably just to keep me hydrated for the physical exam.
She picks up the leftmost glass. It feels cold and smooth against her sweaty palms. As she raises the glass to her mouth, the slightest acidic smell swirls into her nostrils.
A gasp escapes her lips, and she sets the glass back down, not taking a drink.
It bubbles a little, the clear liquid suddenly seeming far more sinister.
Acid?!
She can feel the shakiness returning, and the desire to run away from the Testing Room is almost overwhelming.
That's not water... I'm not drinking that! What sort of test is this?!
She looks at the other glasses again. Disturbed by the impact of the left glass hitting the table, the contents of the other glasses slosh against the sides. The liquid on the right looks thick and sticky, moving far slower than water should.
As she stands over the table, Jeanine is aware of a sweet smell like some sort of syrup.
She resists the urge to look back at the Facilitator, and instead looks around the room again.
The three solid walls stare her back, the only exit being directly behind her and blocked by the unfamiliar man.
Trembling, the teen studies the center glass.
The liquid is clear like the others, but thin and watery. It doesn't bubble, nor does it appear sticky. It looks more like water than the other two.
Taking in a shaky breath, Jeanine reaches for the middle glass, grasping it in one hand.

***

Back in the Exam Room, two other doors open. From Testing Room number four, a scrawny boy practically tumbles out. His eyes are wide, and his hair disheveled. His skin is a shade of grayish green, and he looks like he's about to puke. He stumbles back to an unoccupied chair and takes a seat, obviously trying to calm his breathing. Dark patches of sweat pool around his underarms, and pours down the side of his face.
"Mamie Lee Stewart!"
The Facilitator beckons towards room number four.
Radio_Rat66.6

At the same time, another stretcher is brought out from Testing room five. This time, the body is covered completely with a white sheet. A pained cry rings out from among the rows of chairs. "Natasha!!"
An older woman runs towards the stretcher, only to be restrained by a couple of guards before she reaches it.
The blank faced men say something to the woman, but she she is inconsolable and thrashes against their grip, reaching desperately for the stretcher.
Such a display of emotion was not to be tolerated.
It's only a matter of seconds before the woman's knees buckle, one of the men delivering a knock out blow to the back of her neck.
Another stretcher is wheeled over, and the woman is loaded onto it.
"Jia!"
The Facilitator for room five seems unfazed by the commotion.
Greekgeek1213

"Imperfect," the cold voice announces, dark gaze falling to the stretcher. The dark haired medic looks down at Roxas, disdain clear on his face.
"Transfer."
The single word sounds ominous as the stretcher is wheeled through the white hall.
Professor red

 

[Greekgeek1213]

A shadow passes over Jia’s face. As her name is called she stands up, her back perfectly straight, and walks over to the direction she was called to, her body moving as if she were a robot. As if she herself had lost her soul and her body was being moved around in a puppeteer’s string. Hope was leaving her. She gave whoever Natasha was a silent goodbye. They at least deserves that much.

Her eyes go back to being as cold as a tundra by the time she walks past the scene. Before the woman was knocked out, Jia tried to give her a warm look that would be unnoticeable by any other. But the action happened so quickly, and all the lady saw of the teen was a cold stare. With a very small sigh, Jia looked forward once more and kept going, until she got to the room. The white, unforgiving room that held the stories of torture and violence, of screams and no mercy. The room that would most likely hold her screams in it’s paint layers as if they had never happened. A room of secrets. She eyed the facilitator. Whatever they had up their sleeves was fatal and diabolical, and she had to face something that brought down someone that was probably just like her.
“Let’s do this.”

Phadia

 

[Radio_Rat66.6]

Mamie stood as her name was called. She smoothed her jumper and walked to the door with the Facilitator. She kept her back straight and eyes forward. She would show nothing about her panic. She was going to pass. She would be deemed perfect. She would be. She would be. She would be. She....would be. Right? She had to pass.
She stepped through into the room. The room that would determine her fate. It was all white. Blindingly so like her own living quarters. It was so small, though.

Phadia

 

[Phadia]

The Facilitators are emotionless as the newest arrivals are brought into the Testing Rooms. The doors close behind both Mamie and Jia, barring off the relative safety of the Exam Room. Like the passing of life into death, the doors latch closed with a heavy click. There would be no going back from this.
The Evaluations were to begin.

Jeanine grips the glass like a vice, half afraid it would shatter in her grasp. She brings the glass to her face, inhaling slowly. No odor. No acidic tang or sickly sweet perfume.
The liquid swirls around like a miniature whirlpool, reflecting her tumultuous thoughts.
She would pass this.
She was Perfect.
With a resolve of stone, she opens her mouth and takes a sip.

Mamie finds herself in a small room, much like Jeanine's. The white sterile walls encase her, the Facilitator barring the door behind.
Unlike Jeanine's room, however, Testing Room four does not contain a table with three glasses. No, this room contained something else.
A knife rested on a pedestal in front of Mamie.
Beyond the knife and the pedestal, there was another person dressed in the mandatory white jumpsuit. Possibility another Facilitator?
It appeared to be a woman, brown hair pulled back from her face.
She eyed Mamie with a calm determination, yet her gaze revealed more than just that. Behind her outward expression, her eyes contained a look of fear and confusion.
The Facilitator from behind Mamie speaks.
"This Evaluation will test your physical capabilities in combat. Your Perfection count will be determined by the number and severity of injuries you inflict on the subject. She has been deemed as Imperfect, and, as such, lethal force is not discouraged."
Radio_Rat66.6


Jia's room is a different story. Bigger than the other two, Testing Room five is a tangle of wires and computer screens. It looks harsh and chaotic compared to the untainted white walls of the rest of the facility.
Within the masses of wires and cords, there is a bed containing an unconscious child. The girl looks no more than four or five years old, her blond locks framing a pale face.
"This Evaluation will test your analytical, mathematical, and medical skills. Your Perfection score revolves around your ability to save the child. The child has been deemed Imperfect, however, so it is not mandatory that the life be saved should you fail."
The Facilitator speaks from behind Jia, their voice cold and emotionless.
Greekgeek1213

 

[Radio_Rat66.6]

Mamie looked at the woman then at the knife. She had to fight the woman? Kill her? She looked back at the Facilitator, who remained calm and cold. She bit her pale lip, causing the blood to pool underneath her skin. Could she do this? Would she be able to pass. She stepped forward and grabbed the knife. It felt wrong in her hand. She watched it in her hand like it would bite her if she wasn't careful. She looked back up at the woman. She couldn't be much older than Mamie herself.
She looked into her eyes and mouthed the words 'I'm sorry'. She stepped around the pedestal. She whispered the word 'perfection' to herself as she held up the weapon. Her hands shook and she kept muttering 'perfection'. She swiped the knife at the girl, closing her eyes. She didn't even know if she hit the girl, but she did something. That would count for something, right?

Phadia

 

[Professor red]

As they wheeled him into the lab he jumps up and takes out the scientist. Then has the guard come at him he wallruns up a wall jumps off landing behind the guard and knicks him out by hitting his neck. Roxas takes his gun and takes another gun that was on the wall. And opens a box with the new experiment weapon. He then runs quickly to the exam room and shoots a guard right in the forhead “ everyone out. Now” he yells and shoots the other incoming guards. He is kinda having fun. He then kicks open the door to the exam room and knocks out the guard and aims the gun at the examiner “ on your knees now” he demands and looks at the girl “ get away”

 

[Greekgeek1213]

As calmly as she could, Jia went over to one of the multiple computer screens to see what kind of information was presented. It showed that the child’s heart was beating at a slower pace than deemed healthy, or even safe, and that is was continuing to decline. They were also breathing, but just like their heart, they were taking fewer and fewer breaths as each moment passed.

Quickly reading the information further, it was shown that there was a long-term drug overdose, but of what drug she wasn’t given the information for. Going over to the child, she looked for other, physical symptoms that a computer might not be showing signs of. The mass of wires and cords tangled her feet and made it very awkward to walk, which caused more time to pass. It was weird for Jia, who usually had so much time on her hands she didn’t know what to do with herself sometimes other than study and do the activities offered to her to remain ‘perfect’, to now be worried about not having enough to even save someone’s life. But she had to keep going, or else there wouldn’t be a life to save.

Once she got to the child, she could hear the little one murmuring very faintly, so faintly that she barely even heard it. At closer inspection, the murmuring sounded very familiar to what she had read about on medical textbooks: deliriousness. On top of that, the child’s lips were blue, and they showed signs of color change due to poor circulation. Jia racked her brain to try and remember what she had read about. Slow breath, reduced heart rate, delirium, and color changing of the body. She repeated the symptoms in her head, over and over. She then gave up trying to remember the scientific name for such a condition and instead went into remembering how to raise someone’s heart rate.

Taking the jacket part of her uniform off, she formed it into a ball and placed it under the child’s flesh to prop them up. She didn’t care if she showed her upper torso. This was a matter of life and death, not of embarrassment. She then looked around for any kind of oxygen-giving instrument. There had to be one, right? Mouth-to-mouth nor CPR would work in this case, as the child needed oxygen, not just air. But if worse came to worse, that was what Jia would decide to do. She then started to look around the room for anything that would help bring the child’s blood pressure up.

Phadia

 

[Mio]

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

tags

location: exam room
mood: he hopes to be tranquil, but is he really?

Ryuu Lin

Perfect. They all had to be, right?

In utter silence, he softly breathed. Inhale, exhale; inhale, exhale. They were quiet, but shallow breaths, as Ryuu strained himself to focus on the task at hand. He perceived himself as nothing more than an obedient doll, hands on his lap and peering straight ahead at the white space situated in front of him. The walls, the tiles, everything in the hall itself was painted in such a pure, glorious white—a color of morality and innocence. A hue that was meant to symbolize peace; was it not meant to make them feel more at ease? Unfortunately, it did anything but that. The longer he stared at the white, the longer the walls seemed to be mocking him ruthlessly. Shouldn't he have been used to the color, after all these years? He felt a myriad of restlessness amidst the deafening tranquility, but his countenance betrayed no such emotion.

A blank stare was the best visage to wear, and for years, he had been doing just that. An act of absolute apathy, for he simply scrutinized the next people to leave and enter the Testing Room, only for the artificial sunlight to filter in through his round-framed glasses. He knew it was fake, but he almost craved the warm sensation of real sunlight. Nonsense. He swatted away the inessential thoughts, in preference of replacing them with other muses.

Within the massive congregations of people in the Exam Room, the only warmth he'd get was the natural body heat of those around him. Perhaps it was better than nothing, and he supposed that he'd take it anyways. The figures he could make out in his peripheral vision were unfamiliar to him—in fact, most, if not all of the people in the room were mere strangers. Social interaction was strictly prohibited, and so Ryuu never made the effort to even bother recalling the faces of his peers. The people who moved in and out of the Testing Room were no different, and he blocked out all other names that weren't his own. No point in remembering them, either.

The tension in the air was thick, and evident to even the densest of teens. Surely, the all-knowing evaluators were aware of this, too? If Ryuu had to be honest, he hoped that they weren't. Watching the results of others, of those who were regarded as imperfect, did him absolutely no good. Curiosity killed the cat; he wouldn't dare question where the outcasts were taken, as he didn't have the capacity to care. He was not going to be one of them. He was perfect. Once more, he channeled his thoughts elsewhere. He had studied and practiced well in becoming the most perfectly well-rounded person he could be, and all of those endeavors couldn't have been for naught.

He sat in his seat, perfectly still and reveling in the silence. For an evaluation that virtually determined his fate and future, Ryuu was nearly perturbed that all he could do was wait. And breathe, with the only expression he knew how to portray: an inscrutable one.

coded by DeerPrince ​

 

[Suyasuya]

Sit up straight, legs tight together, feet crossed, hands rested on one's lap, look straight ahead with no unsightly show of emotion. That's how one sits with Perfect posture. So that's how Finnian sat. Quiet, and still, and Perfect. If it wasn't for his need to blink and breathe, one could be forgiven for mistaking him for a large porcelain doll - almost ethereal in its elegance, but with no sign of life. Beyond his vacant gaze, his mind had taken to flights of fancy, escaping the uncomfortable tedium of the Exam Room:
It was his turn to be Evaluated. He'd politely greet the Facilitator, the Facilitator would return in kind, and then the Evaluation would begin. Everything he'd trained and studied for would be put to good use. Perhaps he'd be told to play a classical piece on the violin; perhaps he'd be told to perform a dance routine; perhaps he'd be told to recite facts or apply his knowledge to help somebody. Whatever the task, he'd pull it off with perfect precision - perhaps even something beyond perfect precision, a level beyond even the most flawless of Perfects...

A small blissful smile tugs at the corners of his mouth. Ahh, yes, everything was going to go Perfectly...

"Natasha!!"

The pained cry snaps Finn out of his reverie, and he instantly looks towards the commotion. There's someone on a stretcher covered in a white sheet, and a lady, he presumes Miss Natasha's mother, so desperately trying to reach her... What on earth happened? Was there an accident...? He hopes Miss Natasha is okay...
There's a sickening thud as the lady collapses following a blow to the neck by one of the blank-faced men, and is quick to join her daughter(?) in being carried away on a stretcher. The sight forces a small gasp out of the boy. It's quiet, but it's enough to alert his father beside him of his deviance from his perfect composure, earning him a sharp but subtle nudge and a judgemental gaze from the corner of his eye.
But the man! He hit her! He hit her and knocked her out cold! Isn't that Immoral? Isn't that Imperfect? He looks up at his father, wanting to ask so much. But... Asking questions is a sign of weakness. It is Imperfect. He bites his lip and looks back ahead, as he's supposed to. It seems like nobody else was bothered by the scene. Actually, it almost seems like nobody else had even paid it any mind. That must be the Perfect thing to do... yet somehow, it doesn't feel right.

He gently squeezes one hand with the other, and resumes waiting in silence. Suddenly, his dreams of passing the Evaluation with flying colours seem further away...

 

[Professor red]

Mamie looked at the woman then at the knife. She had to fight the woman? Kill her? She looked back at the Facilitator, who remained calm and cold. She bit her pale lip, causing the blood to pool underneath her skin. Could she do this? Would she be able to pass. She stepped forward and grabbed the knife. It felt wrong in her hand. She watched it in her hand like it would bite her if she wasn't careful. She looked back up at the woman. She couldn't be much older than Mamie herself.
She looked into her eyes and mouthed the words 'I'm sorry'. She stepped around the pedestal. She whispered the word 'perfection' to herself as she held up the weapon. Her hands shook and she kept muttering 'perfection'. She swiped the knife at the girl, closing her eyes. She didn't even know if she hit the girl, but she did something. That would count for something, right?

Phadia

Roxas looks at the girl and shoots the tester person and looks at the girl “ use that knife to take out guards and staff. Free everyone from these rooms. We are gonna escape this place and go to the surface “ he said

 

[Phadia]

The liquid is tasteless and cool as it passes down Jeanine's parched throat.
Water.
It's just water...
She breathes a small and barely perceptible sigh of relief, not caring at this point if the Facilitator hears or not.
Then she looks around the room, suddenly alarmed.
What would happen next? This was only the first phase, surely...
She turns away from the table and looks at the Facilitator.
He stares blankly back, not moving from the doorway.
So it isn't over...
Confused, Jeanine starts to turn back towards the table again, wondering what to do next.
Surely I don't have to drink the other two...
Frowning, she examines the bubbly liquid and the thicker liquid again.
Before she can pick either glass up, however, she finds herself slumping to the floor.
...! My legs...!
Her legs had abruptly buckled, dropping her to the cold tile.
She let out a half cry which came out as a hoarse croak as she tried to get back up, flailing uselessly. Her arms didn't seem to be moving properly.
No! What's happening?!
Such a disgraceful display would surely be deemed as Imperfect.
I have to get up...! Move... Move!!
As the teen flails around, her vision begins to warp and distort. She can make out what looks like the door swinging open and the Facilitator moving aside to let a stretcher through.
Struggles getting weaker, she tries to move away. The only people that leave on stretchers are Imperfects. This can't be happening! She has to be Perfect...!
As she fights to stay conscious, she can hear the two Medics talking to one another. The only word she manages to distinguish is "Transfer" before her vision fades.

***

There is no shortage of medical supplies in Jia's Testing Room. An oxygen mask and tank are well within reach, as well as a stethoscope, various bottles of medication, syringes, and a defibrillator. The small child moans weakly, before some sort of alarm starts blaring.
Lights flash one one of the monitors, numbers rapidly falling.
It looks as though time is running out.
Greekgeek1213

***

Mamie can hear a sharp cry of pain as her knife makes contact with the strange girl.
The Facilitator approaches her from behind, taking the knife from her hand.
"Your Evaluation is now complete. Please go back to the Exam Room. Staff will contact you with your results shortly."
It was almost too easy. Too quick.
There had to be more than this, right?
The unfamiliar girl is crumpled onto the floor now, red blood shockingly bright against the white tile.
Radio_Rat66.6

***

Back in the Exam Room, two Testing Room doors open. One holds a stretcher containing a brown haired girl who seems to be twitching and moving strangely. From the other door, another teen walks out, head held high and confident.
"Ryuu Lin."
"Finnian Wilson."
The Facilitator call out to the newest victims, stepping aside to allow entrance to Testing Rooms six and seven.
Mio
Suyasuya

 

[Radio_Rat66.6]

Mamie looked at the girl on the floor. She didn't even feel the knife as it was taken from her hands. She...hurt her. She hurt a human being. A living breathing human being. She watched the blood pool on the white floor. It was so...red. She couldn't look away from it, but the longer she looked the sicker she felt. She staggered back from the woman, knocking into the pedestal. "Why? Why did I have to hurt her? Perfects are peaceful!!" She snapped her head to look at the Facilitator.

Phadia

 

[Mio]

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

tags

location: testing room #6
mood: faintly apprehensive

Ryuu Lin

"Ryuu Lin."

He was visibly unfazed by the calling of his name, in spite of his lack of attention just a moment prior, for the other victims were of little to no importance to him. The only two words that currently mattered were his own name, and now that it was time to determine his destiny, the only utterance he sought to hear was nothing other than perfection. His gaze shifted over to the cold facilitator clad in pure white, before quietly standing. Ryuu was expressionless as he made his way to his designated room, the sixth Testing Room. He didn't particularly care for the other name that had been called, either, not quite bothering to even take a quick glance for the figure that might have stood after he did. That kind of excessive curiosity and empathy was surely imperfect; he had no concern to spare for others, anyways. More importantly, how many victims had already gone before him? He recalled seeing more and more stretchers inhabited by unsuccessful scum; the filthy imperfects. Wasn't another stretcher just pulled out? He pondered on the probability of success as he paced forward, but regardless, Ryuu reassured himself that he will be perfect. He must be—he couldn't disappoint his family, absolutely not. Shame was not part of his vocabulary, nor will it ever be.

He entered the room, and shut the door behind him with ease. It was no surprise that even the Testing Rooms would be plastered with the same white hues, though his room seemed rather large. Everything was white, with the exception of the colossal, transparent body of water in front of him. It was a swimming pool. Upon further scrutiny, the pool entirely consisted of deep-end water, and he'd approximated the pool measured ten meters depth—perhaps twice as deep as the average pool. Ryuu peered at the facilitator, with the same blank visage. The adult ignored his gaze in preference of rummaging through a plastic bag. A pair of colorless swim trunks, shirt, and goggles were thrown his way, and immediately, he caught them effortlessly. Fortunately, it was a perk of having excellent reflexes.

"Your evaluation will commence once you change into the specified swimwear at the changing stall to your left. Do not dawdle."

Without a second thought, Ryuu compliantly did just that. Hastily, he changed out of his uniform and into the swimwear, though once he had removed his glasses for the goggles, he bumped into his first hindrance: his poorer vision. While it wasn't a significant issue, it made a very slight difference to how clearly he perceived his surroundings. However, it was a much better alternative to swimming without them; it was rather... generous of them, really. Out of all the tests he could have faced, it had to be an aquatic evaluation. Maybe it was an irrational disliking for the pool, but swimming never seemed to sit right with him. He was never quite sure why; was there ever a time when he tried to swim? The depth of the pool should have already been unnerving.

The moment he stepped out of the change room to set his clothes neatly on the tiled floor, closer to the ledge of the pool, the sound of a thunderous splash filled the air. While he was changing, it seemed that the facilitator brought in a teenager clad in the usual uniform sans swim gear, only to roughly shove him into the water at the other end of the pool. It had all happened so quickly that Ryuu had minimal time to process what was happening with the boy, as he caught a glimpse of a blurred, frightened expression. Was he just imagining it?

"This evaluation will test your physical strength, agility, and endurance in the water. Your Perfection count will be determined by your time to swim to the opposite side of the pool as well as your ability save the drowning subject, for they are unable to swim. He has been deemed as Imperfect, however, so saving the boy is not a priority should you fail." The facilitator's voice boomed—loud, confident, and clear.

Ryuu's eyes nearly dilated at the statement. Not only was his own life at stake, the stranger's was, too. There was no time to consider his actions, no time to think things through. He softly nodded, subtly gulping from the new pressure. He had no time to warm up, he had no time to dip his feet into the water as if it were a leisurely pastime. Without hesitation, he simply dived.

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[Suyasuya]

Another stretcher is wheeled out, carrying a girl who looks like she's in an awful lot of pain... Did she get hit too? Is... that what's going to happen to him? Is he going to go in there and get hit, and come out on a stretcher? He struggles to swallow back a large lump that seems to have formed in his throat.
Before he can dwell on the thought, another door opens and a teenager strides out. Unlike the girl, they seem completely unharmed. So... it seems not everybody is getting hit. Perhaps... it's a punishment for failing the Evaluation. For not being Perfect. Finnian grips his hand tighter... No... no, no, he needs to calm down. It'll be okay. He's studied diligently every single day; he's brushed up on all of his skills; he's practised and practised to the point of Perfection. It will go Perfectly. It has to.

"Ryuu Lin."
A bespectacled teenager several seats over from him stands up to make his way to the Testing Room. Finn whispers a "Good luck," under his breath, though he knows it won't be heard.

"Finnian Wilson."
He closes his eyes and whispers another "Good luck" to the--- Wait--- Wait that was his name they just called! He abruptly stands up, but before he heads for the Testing Room, he shares a parting look with his father. He's as expressionless as ever, but Finn can see beyond that stoic stare - they can have a whole conversation just with their hearts. His father is a little concerned, but also confident that he will be Perfect, Finn assures him that he will do his very best and everything will go Perfectly! Of course his father believes in him, so that's enough to make him feel better about the Evaluation!
...At least, Finn likes to think that's how it went.

Without a spoken word, he turns away and carefully weaves through rows of seats to his designated Testing Room. Room #7... According to surface superstitions, that's a lucky number. Perhaps it's a little bit silly to consider superstitions, but it somehow makes him feel a bit better. He bows deeply before the Facilitator. "Good morning, Mr. Facilitator." No response but a cold, emotionless stare. Taking the hint, Finn straightens himself and steps into room. Pure white, just like everywhere else... He takes a deep breath as the door snaps shut behind him. Whatever's coming... He's ready. Or at least, ready as he'll ever be.

Phadia

 

[Greekgeek1213]

No time to waste. With a quick search of various supply cabinets, Jia finds what she is looking for, and soon has what she needs to bring the child’s heart to a more stable heart rate. With an oxygen mask connected to an oxygen tank now in hand, she rushed to the girl and swiftly put the mask on the small mouth of the child. Pumping the air to what Jia felt was the most common breathing rate of a child of the girl’s age, she waited a few moments before turning her attention back to the computer monitors. She listened into the heart moniter beeping sounds, the sounds that gave the message of life or death, and thankfully could hear the rate going up.

With that good news, and a few more moments of pumping air into the girl’s lungs, Jia went over to the computers once more and checked the information on them. She remembered seeing some recordings of drug levels in the blood, and just seeing the large number told her the obvious message of overdose. Anger boiled her blood. Someone had forced this little, helpless girl to overdose, just for this stupid test.

She shook that thought off. She couldn’t afford spending any extra time with blame or extra unneeded thoughts. High levels, overdose... Narcan. She then froze for a second. This was where the math would come in. Wasn’t like the Narcan was available in a ready-to-inject safe level for the kid.

‘Crap...’ Jia thought to herself. She then took a deep breath. She knew she didn’t have the math skills or medical skills to know exactly how much she should inject into the ‘imperfect’ child, and her guessing would only bring down her ‘perfect’ score. But at that point, she didn’t care. She would rather be an ‘imperfect’ and tested on if it ment taking the place of a poor child who should never be in these conditions. Another deep breath. A nod. She was off, going to the supply cabinet and getting the said drug-reversing injection fluid and a syringe. Then, going back to the child, she pumped a few more pumps of oxygen into the girl, then took the syringe, sucked up a little bit of Narcan fluid, and prepared the child’s arm for the injection.

Once that injection was in, a few more pumps, then back to the computers. Then she repeated the process. Then again. The injections were so small that after the third time, Jia could figure out how much more she needed to inject to get the child’s drug levels down to a healthy level. Once she performed the last injection, she checked the child’s pulse rate, and then took the stethoscope and checked the lungs. Then the computers. Everything looked okay, and she knew it would be a few more moments before she could gage if the child had fallen asleep or would wake up. But for now, she determined the test to be over. The child was saved, at least from this atrocity.

Phadia

 

[Professor red]

Roxas was hiding in the air duct as a medic pushing a stretcher down the hall passed. He heard the medic say “imperfect “ so he decided to follow. He landed stealthily behind the medic and trailed easily. He had s knife and s stun gun. He kept on following the medic to see where they take imperfecta

 

[Phadia]

The Facilitator seems unfazed by Mamie's outburst, replying in a level and monotone voice, "Such an outburst is not to be tolerated."
Just then, two guards enter the room, flanking either side of the white haired girl.
"Come with us."
They nudge Mamie back towards the exam room, ignoring the bleeding girl completely.
Radio_Rat66.6

The drowning teen was surprisingly quiet compared to what was seen in the movies. His head would pop up from the water for half a second, eyes wide and terrified, only to disappear before a word could be uttered, swallowed up by the dark water once more.
The only sound that could be heard was the rapidly slowing splashes as the teen's limbs flail helplessly.
Mio

Beyond Testing Room seven's white door, a surprisingly pleasant sight greets Finnian.
A small room with two plush white chairs, an overstuffed white sofa, and a glass topped coffee table makes up most of room seven. Perhaps it really is a lucky number, after all?
The Facilitator moves to block the door as it latches closed with a click.
As soon as one door closes, another one opens, much like the old saying. A door across the room opens up, and a white haired man steps out.
He wears the traditional white jumpsuit, but something about the man radiates an aura of authority.
He takes a seat on one of the chairs and gestures for Finn to do the same.
"Sit."
The man's voice is calm like the rest of the Facilitators, but with a vaguely commanding undertone. It was not a suggestion, but an order.
Suyasuya

"Your Evaluation has ended."
The Facilitator confirms Jia's thoughts by breaking the silence with his words.
The door swings open, and two guards enter the room.
"Please follow us."
Before anyone moves, however, there is a soft squeak from behind.
"Mama...!" The child from before seems to have awakened, and cries hoarsely for her mother.
Greekgeek1213

As Roxas trails the medics, he finds himself heading gradually upwards. Several flights of stairs and upward slanted hallways.
Eventually, the medics halt beyond what looks to be a large cargo door.
Grunting with effort, one of the medics pulls the door open, while the other unceremoniously dumps the latest unconscious body from the stretcher.
They then work together, dragging the teen into the back of a truck. From where Roxas is, he can see several other people lying on the cold metal floor of the truck.
Just then, one of the people sits up and starts to crawl towards the door.
The medics don't seem to notice at first, their attention directed towards the newest arrival.
A loud bang alerts them, however, to the escapee, as the teen's weight causes the floor to shift a little.
"Stop!"
The medics are on the teen before he has the chance, stun guns drawn.
"Wait...!" The teen throws his hands up in a gesture of surrender.
"Look, there's some sort of mistake okay? I'm Perfect! I promise...!"
The medics exchange looks with one another before a blow to head sends the teen back to the floor.
The medics then push the teen further back into the truck, climb out, and close the door, heading back to the Exam Room, empty stretcher in tow.
Professor red

 

[Professor red]

Once the medic left he then slowly goes to the truck and opens the door easily. He looks around “ hey. Hey get out now. Nows your chance to get away” he said as he had his stun gun and knife ready
Phadia

 

[Greekgeek1213]

The words hit her ears as if it was the sweetest symphony. Both the words that told her the test was over, and the sounds of a living, breathing girl. However, it also made that welled-up emotion that Jia kept in her throat the entire time come out. Even in her expression looked as serious as could be, tears pooled in the corners of her eyes and started to fall. Worry, pain, horror, stress, and relief all came out at once in those very drops of salty tears.

She took a look back at the girl, who was now crying out in fear and pain for her mother. Her heart broke at the sight, as all she wanted to do was hug that sweet child tight, rub her back, and say everything was going to be okay and that they would find her mother. But with the guards at the door, the teen knew she couldn’t even do anything along those lines. With their command, she followed suit, out of the Test Room and towards the place they were leading her to.

As she walked along, as stiffly and as focused as well-trained soldiers, her mind filled with the question of if she had passed or not, and what the fate was of that girl. She knew not to ask out loud, and she knew that even if she did they would not tell her. All she could do was hope and, surprisingly for her, pray that the girl be okay. She had to be. She needed to be.

Phadia

 

[Javax]

Health: 100%

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• Status: Angry | Terrified | Injured
  
  Location: Examination Room
• Notes: Everyone, meet Pandora! She's insane. Lol.
  
  [Character Sheet]

The absolute silence in the Examination Room was deafening. Not a soul moved, and even those called into the Testing Rooms were as quiet as a gentle breeze. The quietness lay thick on the scene, like a plush blanket that separates the morning cold from the comforting warmth of a bed. Everyone stared ahead like obedient dogs, awaiting their next command from their master. No one dared to disobey, to display a flaw, to be Imperfect.

The double doors swing open harshly, slamming into the walls with a loud bang! Two men, their bodies rippling with muscles, were placed on either side of a girl. Her feet were planted against the slick tile, her bare feet unable to stop the men from advancing her towards their destination. The bottom of her feet were bloodied and raw, her struggling so desperate that the tile had basically wiped the skin off her bare feet. She thrashed in their grip, and her head was wildly turning back and forth, up and down as she attempted to pull out of their grasp. Their white-knuckled grip was too strong for her, bruising her fair skin. She gnashed at them with her teeth, hoping to bite one of them and draw blood. Her hands clenched and splayed, her wrists bending at odd angles to scratch at the hands that held her firmly. But it was all pointless. They held her fast, and they were going to get their way.

And so Pandora continued to scream.

"Let me go!" Her voice was deafening, replacing the deafening silence with her terrified and hate-filled voice. She repeated, "Let me go!" Pandora's voice was raspy, hoarse from overuse. But still, she screamed and thrashed against her captors.

The two men dragged the girl through the Exam Room, the inhabitants barely glancing her way. Some allowed disgust or fear to grace their faces for a fraction of a second, but it was gone in a blink. Pandora's hatred grew and grew for those around her. Anger boiled inside her like bubbling magma, ready to explode upon all those in the room. But instead, she continued to trash, desperate to find a way out of their grasp, to strike them all down, to run far, far away. But there was no salvation. She was being dragged, dragged, dragged towards and unforeseeable future. Perhaps her death lay beyond the door in front of her. So what? She wasn't afraid of death. No, she had unfinished business to do. She would bring them all down. If they killed her, they win. No, she was afraid of losing.

So as they held fast to her arms and shoulders, carrying her to some unknown destiny, she continued to scream. "F*** your Perfection bulls***!" And scream. "I'll kill you!" And scream. "I'll kill you all!"

And scream.

 

[Suyasuya]

The Testing Room isn't as cold and clinical as Finn was expecting, despite the continuing white motif. In fact, it looks rather cozy, like somewhere one might host a tea party. He can almost picture it - him and the Facilitator sipping tea and indulging in cake. A sponge cake with whipped cream and fresh strawberries, set on a beautiful china plate... mmm...

He barely catches himself before he loses himself to his fantasies, just as the door on the other side of the room opens and a white-haired man steps in. Reflexively, Finn bows to him. "Good morning, Sir." Upon straightening himself, he takes a good look at the man, and instantly he can tell he's not somebody who likes to mess around.

The man sits on one of the plush chairs, and commands him to follow suit. He sounds as calm and passive as everyone else, but Finn can't help but feel a little intimidated, though he can't pin-point the reason why. He's probably just nervous about being Evaluated, that's all. Nevertheless, he's not one to disobey orders, so with a meek "Yes Sir," he takes the other seat. Sit up straight, legs tight together, hands rested on his lap, look straight ahead with no unsightly show of emotion. Perfect posture.

He can't help but wonder what he can possibly be tested on in this cozy little room; there's no equipment for a practical exam, nor stationary for a written exam. So that'd leave... a spoken exam, perhaps? Though, at this point he supposes it'd be better not to build any kind of expectation for what's to come, given that he keeps being surprised---

Speaking of surprises, the sudden sound of screaming outside almost makes him jump out of his skin. It's too muffled through the door to make out what's being said, but the absolute rage in that distant voice is undeniable. His gaze tears away from the Facilitator to stare towards the source of the noise - the door leading back to the Exam Room - wide-eyed and slack-jawed. Even without hearing the words, somehow this voice rings with even more intensity and raw emotion than Miss Natasha's distressed mother. What on earth could be going on out there...?

Phadia