CloudyBlueDay
made up of opposites
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CloudyBlueDay
made up of opposites
(Woo. Somehow lost my post.)
First Post Guidelines
- You start out in your home/street/whatever in the Outer Ring.
- You should be doing whatever your character does when the Scientists barge in.
- When they take you, you are immediately taken to the lab in the Upper Ring to be mutated.
- We'll be posting in rounds. You post only once per round; I post to start and end the round.
- Yeeep. I think you get the jist.
Let's begin!
THUD.
Cass snapped awake. She knew it was going to happen soon. She could hear yells. Screams. Thuds. She hopped up from her so-called 'bed' and started trying to yank open the windowsill. (Her bed was just the floor with a blanket.) God, She thought, tugging on the latch. I guess I need to work out more. Finally, the window opened. She looked out. It was a two-story drop, but if she landed correctly, she could make it without so much as a scratch. She heard the footsteps of the Scientists running outside. Now or never. She took a deep breath and slipped out the windowsill, but she felt a firm grip on her arm. She was hanging half-out of the window, her legs dangling. Panicking, she squirmed, but stopped, not wanting to be dropped. Whoever caught her started to pull her back in and she was suddenly surrounded by Scientists.
"You have been chosen to partake in our research. Say your goodbyes. You aren't coming back."
Said a voice. It sounded like a man.
And then Cass was whisked away. All the people of the orphanage watched as she was dragged out, a stunned expression on their faces. She managed to wave at one of her orphanage friends, who just looked away. but it didn't bother Cass too much. She was never going to see her again anyway.
The firm grip of the Scientists was unescapable. In fact, her arms had started to ache. They handcuffed her and threw her into the latest CyberTechtm vehicle and drove off.
Cass looked out the window. There was no panick or fear in her chest, not yet at least. She had known this day would come for so long that she didn't even care right now.
"So. I hear the Upper Ring is nice." She said, but no one replied as the car drove off.
@Snowflake09
@Chris Wyman
@Fexonocks
Pinging ye all here just in case.
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The Doorman
I leave, but i always return.
Solo sat in the dark, hugging his knees to his chest as tears rolled down the dark circles beneath his eyes and drenching his throat and chest, it didn't help that it was cold enough to freeze outside, he'd wandered to far and was in a place that he never knew existed in the Outer Ring.
He pulled his hood over his head to cover his frost bitten ears, his eyes dull as a stone lying within a rapidly flowing river, his hands shook as they slipped between his knees as his body grew only colder, his face was pink and his eyelids were heavy as he found himself facing a cruel fate, the tattoo on his chest was visible through a tear in his defenses, it read "#1102".
"O-Oh how I wish... F-For soothing rain..." The boy sang quietly and shakily in an attempt to make the world seem a little less lonely when he heard light footsteps, growing silent in their wake, "All I wish is to dream again, my loving heart, lost in the dark, Nemo my name forever more." The sound startled the teen, but he didn't move, feeling too tired, too weak. His body was heavy with fatigue and riddled with scars and bruises, his pupils had shrunken at least three sizes, the light faded but still there...
A man peeked into the alley, "Excuse me... Are you... Solo Cormo-"
"Yes. T-T-That's me... I-If you're here to-" The boy's hands shot up to grab his numb ears from the outside of his hood, "Just do me a favor... And take me out now..." Solo spoke quietly, his voice shaking more with every word, and after a moment he turned away only to find himself being lifted from the cold ground, warmth surrounding him as he looked up.
"You've been chosen to go to the Upper Ring... Though I don't want to put you through anything else I'd hate to let you die more than anything..." The man said as he began walking, "Where are the others? Did you drive here?"
"I came alone, I didn't think you'd be so far away." The strong man spoke, he could be no more than 23, his brown hair was chilled by the cold to its freezing point and his face was pink, but his eyes were bright, kind, and full of life and positive energy.
"I'm sorry..."
The boy said moments before he closed his eyes, the warmth of the man lulling him into a deep, deep slumber. Strange, how the heat smelled so much like chloroform.
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Fexonocks
More Than The Fairy
Rasul wiped the dirt off his forehead. The grey, bleak orphanage had no floor, and was basically just a couple of sticks supporting a wood roof. Rasul preferred the streets. At least they weren't cramped. Regardless, the lack of a floor left the children coated in dirt most of the time, especially Rasul, as he tended to move around a lot when sleeping. He finished the disgusting meal and placed the plastic container on the ground. He had tried to starve himself during the first week at the orphanage, but couldn't help himself after three days. No matter how bad times were, Rasul did not want to die. It was against human nature. All his previous attempts had ended the same way. Once he had found himself in possession of a gun. Christ. He was sure people would kill for a gun. Kill others just to put a bullet in their head. Rasul had tried. He had deactivated the safety, cocked the gun and jammed it in his mouth. He gag reflex kicked in, but he resisted. Just one quick squeeze and it would all be over. He sat their for what felt like hours, but couldn't do it. He lost the gun soon after that, some man came up behind him and knocked him out, taking the gun. Rasul wondered if that man had the strength to do what he could not. That was the closest Rasul had come to death.
Back in the orphanage, Rasul stared at his favorite corner. A small cockroach was scurrying along the side of the wall. Rasul found this greatly amusing. A pounding at the door distracted him. A visitor? No... A scientist. A caretaker unlocked the door and stepped aside. She had been through this before; knew there was nothing she could do. Rasul stared at the scientist in resentment. His white coat was spotless. Rasul could see the disgust in the scientists eyes as he surveyed the room. How beady those eyes were. The scientist caught his eye, and started advancing. The children ahead of the scientist scrambled out of the way. It wouldn't matter, the scientist wasn't after them. Rasul could see where the scientist was heading. Rasul had been chosen. Rasul blinked. No... What were the chances. As the scientist continued towards him though, he changed form in Rasul's eyes. The white coat no longer seemed absurdly clean, a symbol of disgusting inequality. The coat became wings, like an angel out of one of Rasul's mother's stories. An angel to rescue him from this grey world. Rasul smiled. Without saying anything, the scientist pulled a strange gun out of his pocket, aimed at Rasul, and fired. Rasul felt only a moment of pain before the world went dark.
And so Rasul left the grey, bleak orphanage, on a stretcher carried by winged angels.
Back in the orphanage, Rasul stared at his favorite corner. A small cockroach was scurrying along the side of the wall. Rasul found this greatly amusing. A pounding at the door distracted him. A visitor? No... A scientist. A caretaker unlocked the door and stepped aside. She had been through this before; knew there was nothing she could do. Rasul stared at the scientist in resentment. His white coat was spotless. Rasul could see the disgust in the scientists eyes as he surveyed the room. How beady those eyes were. The scientist caught his eye, and started advancing. The children ahead of the scientist scrambled out of the way. It wouldn't matter, the scientist wasn't after them. Rasul could see where the scientist was heading. Rasul had been chosen. Rasul blinked. No... What were the chances. As the scientist continued towards him though, he changed form in Rasul's eyes. The white coat no longer seemed absurdly clean, a symbol of disgusting inequality. The coat became wings, like an angel out of one of Rasul's mother's stories. An angel to rescue him from this grey world. Rasul smiled. Without saying anything, the scientist pulled a strange gun out of his pocket, aimed at Rasul, and fired. Rasul felt only a moment of pain before the world went dark.
And so Rasul left the grey, bleak orphanage, on a stretcher carried by winged angels.
CloudyBlueDay
made up of opposites
[Okay, everybody, forget rounds. Just post as much as you please.]
@SumarRae
The car ride was absolutely silence. No noise except for the engine was heard.
And Cass hated it. It made her anxious. She squirmed in her seat until one of the Scientists sitting next to her grabbed her and made her stop.
When the car finally halted, they brought a handkerchief to Cass's face and she blacked out. They carried her inside and laid her on a table. They did this to all sacrifices. When Cass finally woke up, she was strapped to a table. She tried to wriggle away, but the straps were so tight they hurt. She could see other sacrifices in rooms that were separated by glass panes. Oh, joy, she would get to watch what they were doing to others. The scientists were speaking outside. Turning her head, she saw a desk and table filed with surgery instruments and weird bottles with colored liquids. Cass winced.
The Doorman
I leave, but i always return.
When the boy awoke, his head felt odd and it seemed to have been a while since the start of his slumber, as he lifted his head slightly from the metal surface with knowledge of the fact that he'd lost any and all feeling he once had in his ears and that a strange girl in the room closest to him. "Wait... What's going on here?" He tugged his arm only to feel the snug straps squeeze his wrists as he began to panic, his breathing quickening and his eyes widening to look at the area around him but he couldn't turn his head or move it up more than an inch and he discovered that his cold cranium was caught by a chilled metal contraption, and someone turned the knob to the door of 'his room', their words becoming less muffled as the door was opened. Solo recognized one of two people walking in, "What's going on? What's wrong with my head? Why am I strapped down to a table?!" He said as he looked at the familiar man, panicked though in a bit of a daze. The girl probably couldn't hear his words though, the glass seemed rather thick.
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CloudyBlueDay
made up of opposites
Cass saw another boy in the room next to her. "Hey! Hey, are you okay?" She tried to shout, but the glass seemed to be soundproof. She continued to squirm until a man in a white lab coat came in, holding a clipboard.
"Cassandra Rose Daye, age 13, height 5"4, weight 86 pounds." He said, not looking at her. Cass bit her lip and stopped squirming. She needed to save her energy. Maybe if he came close enough she could punch him in the face..
He turned and brought a contraption behind her, bringing a part of it over her head. It latched onto her head and Cass started to panic. "What are you doing? What is that?" The man just smiled at her. "This is going to be fun."
Dr. Ferao walked in subject 1102's room. He smiled at how scared and panicked he looked; oh, how he liked that look. The boy had no idea what they were about to do to him. "Relax. You won't feel most of it." He gave the boy a fake reassuring look. Taking a clipboard with a list from a shelf, he read it over. "Mmn. Solo Cormorant. Age 17.. yes, yes. Very good. The eldest of our sacrifices." Brandon mumbled, putting the clipboard down.
"Cassandra Rose Daye, age 13, height 5"4, weight 86 pounds." He said, not looking at her. Cass bit her lip and stopped squirming. She needed to save her energy. Maybe if he came close enough she could punch him in the face..
He turned and brought a contraption behind her, bringing a part of it over her head. It latched onto her head and Cass started to panic. "What are you doing? What is that?" The man just smiled at her. "This is going to be fun."
Dr. Ferao walked in subject 1102's room. He smiled at how scared and panicked he looked; oh, how he liked that look. The boy had no idea what they were about to do to him. "Relax. You won't feel most of it." He gave the boy a fake reassuring look. Taking a clipboard with a list from a shelf, he read it over. "Mmn. Solo Cormorant. Age 17.. yes, yes. Very good. The eldest of our sacrifices." Brandon mumbled, putting the clipboard down.
The Doorman
I leave, but i always return.
"I see... Fine then, I don't fear your tinkering in the slightest, my mother told me of you people the last time she showed concern for me..." He said, clenching his fists as cool air from the outside blew across his thinly veiled chest, the area around his ears burned as the frostbite continued moving, "Even if I were wide awake, I could handle any pain you throw at me, trust me..." Solo hissed, though concern lingered in his brown eyes, as he didn't trust the scientist's reasoning and wished to get this over with, he was sure it would seem like forever but he just wanted to get it over with... Whatever they had planned for him he just wanted it to be over with. Solo's entire body relaxed, he wished to show this man he wouldn't back down, though this was purely instinctual.
CloudyBlueDay
made up of opposites
Dr. Ferao chuckled. "I guess we'll have to pull out all the stops, then." Nodding to the other man, Brandon picked up a syringe. "Or.." He said, fingering a scalpel. He could tell this boy would try to put on a brave face, but he could see the fear and concern in his eyes. "I'm trying to think what would suit you better, dear boy. Do you think that we should use anesthesia? Or maybe just skip it completely."
Teddy Bear
〖 N e v e r l a n d 〗
Lucy picked up empty beer bottles and put them in plastic bag, one by one. Her father were out again, who knows where he is. Lucy didn't care. She knew that he'll be back, sooner or later. As she put the last bottle in the bag, the door swung open forcefully. Lucy yelped in surprise and dropped the bag as she look at the door. She couldn't make out the face of the person because there were too much light behind him. "Um...who are you?" Lucy asked, "i-is there something you need...?" She kept her eyes on him, what's going on? She asked herself, is he here to take me away?
"You have been chosen to partake in our research. Say your goodbyes. You aren't coming back," the person said. A male scientist? Lucy thought, wait research? She wanted to ask what kind of experiment but before she could utter a word. The man grabbed her wrist harshly and pulled her along with him outside of the house. They headed to a vehicle that parked not far away from her house. "W-where are we going?" Lucy asked, trying to hide the fact that she was terrified of him. The man opened the door of the vehicle and shoved her inside and out a handkerchief over her face. Lucy saw a smirk on the man's face before darkness consumed her.
"You have been chosen to partake in our research. Say your goodbyes. You aren't coming back," the person said. A male scientist? Lucy thought, wait research? She wanted to ask what kind of experiment but before she could utter a word. The man grabbed her wrist harshly and pulled her along with him outside of the house. They headed to a vehicle that parked not far away from her house. "W-where are we going?" Lucy asked, trying to hide the fact that she was terrified of him. The man opened the door of the vehicle and shoved her inside and out a handkerchief over her face. Lucy saw a smirk on the man's face before darkness consumed her.
The Doorman
I leave, but i always return.
Solo smirked, chuckling as a spark of pure energy went through his eyes, the muscles in his fingers still weak and unmoving. He'd been through plenty already, he knew how it went, it was ths blood he worried about, besides, his body was in a state of disrepair, his nerves were shot and the cold had numbed his tired brain, "Do your worst... Doctor..." The boy knew he was asking for trouble, but it would only get worse, he'd heard it from someone visiting his sector and that was what he truly feared about being a part of this sacrificial event, "I know what you do here, I know who you are, Doctor Brandon Ferao, the big man, boy, I just can't wait to stop hearing your stupid voice, just this encounter will engrave your face in my brain for a lifetime, Ferao." He hoped he wouldn't regret his words, but you reap what you sow, and he farmed bad memories. You could say he was instinctual, and if you did you'd be right because he was just another snappy teenager, proud and ignorant.
CrimsonEclipse
The One and Only
Reynardine sits at the back of a van, his exoskeleton glistening with blood, but it's not his. His face bloodied, cut up and bruised, but it is held up high, proud and unbending. It had been an interesting morning, an emphasis on interesting.
Reynardine was planning to sleep in, having had a big fight the night before, which of course he won. He went to bed, sore and tired, hoping to have a good night's rest. But it seems that those bastard scientists didn't get the memo. Reynardine maybe living comfortably, but he's still in the outer ring, which means he might be chosen for the Mission, but might just became did. The scientists broke in, demanding that he come with them. His reflexes kicking in, he fought back, punching and kicking whoever is trying to get him. It took 15 men to get him down, but he was finally captured.
"What the hell do you bastards want with me?" He ask them, spitting in their direction. They remained silent, so of course he didn't receive his answer. He is really frustrated, but he tried to keep his cool, to not succumb to blind anger. They locked him inside some sort of prison, which he could, unfortunately, not break out of. "Hey, what the hell is going on?!" He called out to another person, inside a cage similar to his.
Reynardine was planning to sleep in, having had a big fight the night before, which of course he won. He went to bed, sore and tired, hoping to have a good night's rest. But it seems that those bastard scientists didn't get the memo. Reynardine maybe living comfortably, but he's still in the outer ring, which means he might be chosen for the Mission, but might just became did. The scientists broke in, demanding that he come with them. His reflexes kicking in, he fought back, punching and kicking whoever is trying to get him. It took 15 men to get him down, but he was finally captured.
"What the hell do you bastards want with me?" He ask them, spitting in their direction. They remained silent, so of course he didn't receive his answer. He is really frustrated, but he tried to keep his cool, to not succumb to blind anger. They locked him inside some sort of prison, which he could, unfortunately, not break out of. "Hey, what the hell is going on?!" He called out to another person, inside a cage similar to his.
CloudyBlueDay
made up of opposites
Ferao beamed. Completely ignoring everything else Solo had said, he put down the syringe. "Oh, so you know who I am! Wonderful, just wonderful. This is going to be much more fun than I had hoped. If you know who I am, you must have heard the things I do to peasants like you. I will make sure that it is engraved in your brain, Cormorant, even if you don't want it. Enjoy my voice for the rest of the procedure," He paused, picking up a scalpel and twirling it around in his fingers.
"Because you're going to be awake."
"Because you're going to be awake."
The Doorman
I leave, but i always return.
"Why don't you engrave it in my brain for me, Doc." Solo spat at the man, his eyes still fearing the worst as his words hoped for it, call him a masochist but the truth was, he just wanted to prove a point and hammer it in to fill the holes that this man seemed to have in his brain. "Since you, seem so intent on messing with my head." He chuckled, still putting on a brave face, "Now, I mean 'messing with my head' as mentally, and physically, just know that either way can't make me hate a man like you more than I do already, you've already topped off my glass, thank you very much, you despicable bastard..." The boy said, then hearing
"You're going to be awake."
"Good, I want to remember every stupid look you get on your face, don't think you'll be hurting me any, you mule." He then smirked once more, sure he was a peasant, but he wasn't afraid to speak poorly of those with higher standards of living, it's not like they deserved it, or his respect.
"You're going to be awake."
"Good, I want to remember every stupid look you get on your face, don't think you'll be hurting me any, you mule." He then smirked once more, sure he was a peasant, but he wasn't afraid to speak poorly of those with higher standards of living, it's not like they deserved it, or his respect.
Teddy Bear
〖 N e v e r l a n d 〗
The scientists carried her inside the lap and strap her arms and legs on the table. As Lucy woke up, she realized that she was no longer at her house, and this isn't a dream. She lifted her head a little to see the scientists standing on the other side of the glass pane, with their clipboard in their hands, observing and writing something down. Slowly she turned her head to the side. The rooms seem to be separated by glass panes. Lucy turned her head the other way, noticed that there's no one inside. What are they going to do to me? She thought as she looked back at the scientists.
CloudyBlueDay
made up of opposites
Ferao laughed. "Oh, you poor child, I feel sorry for you. You don't know how much you've just prolonged your suffering. Now before you make any more rude comments, let us begin. I don't want your foolish insults and screams of pain disturbing my work, so where is that concoction that I made just this week to temporarily paralyze vocal chords?" Brandon hummed, skimming the shelves of bottles. "Ah! Here we are." He said, taking down a bottle with a blueish greenish liquid and dipping a syringe in it. He turned too Solo and injected him in the arm. "That should take effect in a few minutes." Then he turned to the peculiar device around the boy's head, turning the knobs and tightening it around him.
The scientists began to enter every room and work on the children. Depending on how they behaved, they either prolonged the experiments or refused to give them anesthesia. Cass, however, had gotten on the bad side of her Scientists by punching him in the thigh lightly because he came to close. In return, she was denied anesthesia and the Scientists added extra straps to hold her down, then began the work. Soundless screams came from her mouth as the Scientist worked, digging scalpels into her skin, shoving in syringes. At some point, the poison that had paralyzed her vocal chords wore off, and she screamed and swore at the top of her lungs, the Scientists nearly dropped a glass bottle. He had to re-inject her with double the serum. And so, finally, Cass passed out from all the pain of the mutations that were supposed to enhance her, yet they only made her feel weaker and helpless.
The scientists began to enter every room and work on the children. Depending on how they behaved, they either prolonged the experiments or refused to give them anesthesia. Cass, however, had gotten on the bad side of her Scientists by punching him in the thigh lightly because he came to close. In return, she was denied anesthesia and the Scientists added extra straps to hold her down, then began the work. Soundless screams came from her mouth as the Scientist worked, digging scalpels into her skin, shoving in syringes. At some point, the poison that had paralyzed her vocal chords wore off, and she screamed and swore at the top of her lungs, the Scientists nearly dropped a glass bottle. He had to re-inject her with double the serum. And so, finally, Cass passed out from all the pain of the mutations that were supposed to enhance her, yet they only made her feel weaker and helpless.
The Doorman
I leave, but i always return.
"How did you know? I do fancy myself a fine needle, You ugly imp..." The boy laughed, "My body is in a state of paralysis as it is, you wouldn't believe what the cold can do to a humans' body in a month." He laughed psychotically, his laughs only becoming more mangled as the paralysis set in, leaving him only with disorganized sounds to work with, though he was still laughing so that would be enough, if he tried to manipulate his voice into words he'd most certainly fail but paralysis wouldn't stop his lungs from pushing air through his throat. Solo proceeded to mouth the word "Fool" to Ferao, smirking as he felt the heard the device tighten and his eyes stretched to look, only seeing the man's arm as he predicted he faced the same fate as the girl. Only, he wasn't likely to fall asleep, he couldn't feel anything by this time, his skin was pale, slightly tinted with cool coloring.
Fexonocks
More Than The Fairy
The first time Rasul awoke, it was to to the sound of thumping and rapid bumps. He was in some sort of ship, and was strapped down to a chair. Two men were flanking him, both wearing those despicable white coats. They were despicable of course. He had been a fool to imagine anything else. Rasul thrashed against his bindings, but they held. One of the scientists noticed. "Julien wake up." The other scientist stirred. Rasul continued to struggle.
"Julien, he's woken up." The other scientist was completely alert by now.
"Crap. What should we do? He wasn't supposed to wake for another four hours."
The scientists stared down at him. Rasul despised them. More than anything else in the world. One of the scientists sighed, lifted his arm, and brought his elbow down on Rasul's forehead with more strength than any scientist should require. The world went dark immediately.
The second time Rasul awoke, he was somewhere else, in a metal room. The walls were glass, and through them he could see other children about his age. Rasul tried to lift himself, but found he was bound once again. He was lying on a metal table, but the table seemed molded to his body, with crevasses for arms, legs, and back. The room itself was filled with complex metal apparatuses. And a table with a variety of tools. Bright light filled the room. Looking out towards another cage, he saw another boy maybe a little older than he was. The boy looked kind of strange, but Rasul couldn't turn his head enough to get a good look. The boy mouthed something but Rasul couldn't catch it. "Hey! Hey! Can you hear me?!" Rasul yelled. He started to work on the bindings holding him down. Who knows when the scientists would return.
@CrimsonEclipse
"Julien, he's woken up." The other scientist was completely alert by now.
"Crap. What should we do? He wasn't supposed to wake for another four hours."
The scientists stared down at him. Rasul despised them. More than anything else in the world. One of the scientists sighed, lifted his arm, and brought his elbow down on Rasul's forehead with more strength than any scientist should require. The world went dark immediately.
The second time Rasul awoke, he was somewhere else, in a metal room. The walls were glass, and through them he could see other children about his age. Rasul tried to lift himself, but found he was bound once again. He was lying on a metal table, but the table seemed molded to his body, with crevasses for arms, legs, and back. The room itself was filled with complex metal apparatuses. And a table with a variety of tools. Bright light filled the room. Looking out towards another cage, he saw another boy maybe a little older than he was. The boy looked kind of strange, but Rasul couldn't turn his head enough to get a good look. The boy mouthed something but Rasul couldn't catch it. "Hey! Hey! Can you hear me?!" Rasul yelled. He started to work on the bindings holding him down. Who knows when the scientists would return.
@CrimsonEclipse
CrimsonEclipse
The One and Only
He heard some kid calling out to him, bound in a table. "Weird, why am I not bound?" He thought to himself, but he dismissed it quickly. He thought that the scientist were saving him for last, being the most dangerous one. He kept pounding at the glass wall, punching it with all his might. He could easily punch through concrete, he can even bend metal with his strongest punch. But this wall is clearly not made of ordinary glass. It won't break, he couldn't even scratch it. He screamed in frustration before he remembered that someone was calling him. "Yeah, I can hear you! What the hell is going on?!" He said, getting even more frustrated.
Yelredon
New Member
Sen trips backwards, spinning his arms wildly as the animal knocks him off balance. dropping his hunting weapon. He picks up the black-shafted spear from his right and runs forward, stabbing it through the head of the bleeding deer. He sunk to his knees in great satisfaction, barely keeping himself from ripping in to eat and eating the tough venison. He grit his teeth, It'll have to wait...
He stayed his hand, picking up the deer and put it around his shoulders as he spun on his heels and walked towards his house with no hesitation, but that's when he heard it. A dozen pairs of footsteps racing towards the same place, towards him. Sen dropped the deer, running with nothing but the clothing on his back and his spear. Four tranquilizer darts pierced the tree behind him, and one hit him in the leg. He tripped, fell, and rolled down a hill, collecting a dozen bruises before he lay at the bottom of the hill, stunned. The spear tumbled down after him, bouncing a few times before lying beside him in the ground. A triumphant scientist came down after him, walking down the hill slowly.
No.. This is not where I die..
Sen gripped the spear tight, letting out and unexpected yell as he rushed forwards and impaled the scientist. As the spear left his hand, Sen collapsed like a sack of potatoes on the corpse, blacking out.
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"So..." The scientist said, looking down the thin line that was his scalpel as if it was the barrel of a gun. "I heard you killed a guy.. Pretty impressive for scum like you.. Impaled, was he? I have a few things in mind. The scientist slammed the scalpel into Sen's hand. "Please humor me, it's time to begin the treatment."
He stayed his hand, picking up the deer and put it around his shoulders as he spun on his heels and walked towards his house with no hesitation, but that's when he heard it. A dozen pairs of footsteps racing towards the same place, towards him. Sen dropped the deer, running with nothing but the clothing on his back and his spear. Four tranquilizer darts pierced the tree behind him, and one hit him in the leg. He tripped, fell, and rolled down a hill, collecting a dozen bruises before he lay at the bottom of the hill, stunned. The spear tumbled down after him, bouncing a few times before lying beside him in the ground. A triumphant scientist came down after him, walking down the hill slowly.
No.. This is not where I die..
Sen gripped the spear tight, letting out and unexpected yell as he rushed forwards and impaled the scientist. As the spear left his hand, Sen collapsed like a sack of potatoes on the corpse, blacking out.
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"So..." The scientist said, looking down the thin line that was his scalpel as if it was the barrel of a gun. "I heard you killed a guy.. Pretty impressive for scum like you.. Impaled, was he? I have a few things in mind. The scientist slammed the scalpel into Sen's hand. "Please humor me, it's time to begin the treatment."
CloudyBlueDay
made up of opposites
Anytime Dr. Ferao noticed that Solo had been cursing or insulting him or mouthing words, he'd plunge his scalpel into the boy's legs or arms, then yank it out like nothing happened. He didn't appreciate Cormorant's attitude. Ferao loved looking through the glass and seeing what the other scientists were doing to their own subjects. Oh, wasn't his job just glorious?
When Cass awoke, everything ached. She felt different. She didn't feel like herself. The scientists experimenting on her didn't patch the wounds they had given her, the bleeding gashes from the scalpels had started to scab. She was still strapped down to the table, and the Scientists were standing above her. "Oh, look at this! She's up just when we're getting to the most painful part!" One of them shouted. Cass growled and tried to squirm out of the straps again, but they were still so tight.
(Sorry guys. Have sooo many RP's to reply to. Deep under ._____.)
When Cass awoke, everything ached. She felt different. She didn't feel like herself. The scientists experimenting on her didn't patch the wounds they had given her, the bleeding gashes from the scalpels had started to scab. She was still strapped down to the table, and the Scientists were standing above her. "Oh, look at this! She's up just when we're getting to the most painful part!" One of them shouted. Cass growled and tried to squirm out of the straps again, but they were still so tight.
(Sorry guys. Have sooo many RP's to reply to. Deep under ._____.)
The Doorman
I leave, but i always return.
Solo, despite his numbness, could feel each and every time the scalpel pierced his skin, each strike would elicit a pained cry from the boy, blood creating stripes on his pale skin and potentially marking scars on his strangely fit body. His deep brown eyes flooded with pain, the overflow of agony releasing in the form of tears as he failed to enter an unconscious state, forced to watch as the doctor cut into his body, was he planning to tamper with his organs? Lovely.
The boy eventually felt the paralysis fading, a smirk returning as he muttered something and his voice reshaped itself, "Well, isn't it an honor to be tinkered with by the head scientist... I feel bleeessed Doctor Ferao, blessed..." He smirked, laughing a bit before his eyes rolled into the back of his head and he finally succumbed to the darkness of his mind, having a twisted, hellish dream before he awoke with various aches in different points of his body. His vision was blurred and he felt gross, sweaty even, the blood from his body had dried unseen on the floor beneath him. The teen looked around, vision slowly coming into focus as the pain set in, a pained groan emitting from his throat as he moved his fingers and toes, praising the sun for their presence. "Damn... At least I don't have to..." His voice faded as he began to fade in and out of consciousness, his head spinning like a top and his body pulsing in waves as did the ocean on a summer night.
The boy eventually felt the paralysis fading, a smirk returning as he muttered something and his voice reshaped itself, "Well, isn't it an honor to be tinkered with by the head scientist... I feel bleeessed Doctor Ferao, blessed..." He smirked, laughing a bit before his eyes rolled into the back of his head and he finally succumbed to the darkness of his mind, having a twisted, hellish dream before he awoke with various aches in different points of his body. His vision was blurred and he felt gross, sweaty even, the blood from his body had dried unseen on the floor beneath him. The teen looked around, vision slowly coming into focus as the pain set in, a pained groan emitting from his throat as he moved his fingers and toes, praising the sun for their presence. "Damn... At least I don't have to..." His voice faded as he began to fade in and out of consciousness, his head spinning like a top and his body pulsing in waves as did the ocean on a summer night.
CloudyBlueDay
made up of opposites
Brandon couldn't help but grin devilishly at how terrible the boy looked. "Good. You should be." He said firmly in response when he spoke about being blessed. And he was damn right, it was a blessing to be tinkered with by the best of the best! He didn't even bother to re-administer the poison. He wanted to hear what this boy had to say, but, oh, shame, he passed out. It was quite sad, actually, Ferao was only just starting. Shaking his head, Ferao began to get to the dirty work, messing with the inside, not just the outside of this boy.
One of the Scientists leaned over Cass to push away the device over her head. As he did this, he noticed her necklace. "Mmn, what's this?" He mumbled, taking it and fingering it. A surge of anger overcame Cass. "Don't TOUCH THAT!" She screamed, raising her head and banging it against the Scientist's as he yelped in pain and stumbled back. "Give her the anesthesia!" The Scientist groaned as the other one jumped and injected Cass with a syringe and she fell into darkness yet again.
One of the Scientists leaned over Cass to push away the device over her head. As he did this, he noticed her necklace. "Mmn, what's this?" He mumbled, taking it and fingering it. A surge of anger overcame Cass. "Don't TOUCH THAT!" She screamed, raising her head and banging it against the Scientist's as he yelped in pain and stumbled back. "Give her the anesthesia!" The Scientist groaned as the other one jumped and injected Cass with a syringe and she fell into darkness yet again.
Fexonocks
More Than The Fairy
Rasul frowned. The boy he had seen clearly had something wrong with him, and he clearly didn't know any more than Rasul did. He watched the boy pound on the glass with a force that could probably break through bone. But the glass didn't budge. Before Rasul could respond, a door opened. He hadn't seen the door previously, as it was cleverly camouflaged on one side of the glass. A pretty brunette came striding into the glass chamber. She had a ponytail, and looked no older than 30. She looked harmless, but the trademark white scientist's coat gave her away. She was a monster.
"Ah. You're awake! About time." She gave him a sweet smile. Rasul said nothing in return, but gritted his teeth.
"So you're not gonna talk? O.K. That's fine. Whatever you feel is best." Her smile continued to sicken Rasul. He wondered how she would smile after he punched her teeth in.
"The next couple hours are going to be very unpleasant for you, I won't lie. But you will come out stronger and smarter!" What was she talking about? What were they going to do to him? Rasul continued to stare at her with anger. Her subtle movements toward the table with the surgical tools did not go unnoticed. Before she could say anything else, another scientist entered the room. This one was a man probably around his late 40's. He looked much crueler than the woman.
"Is he ready?" The man asked.
"Of course."
"Have you given him any treatment?"
"We treated his lungs for mild asthma."
"If that's all, then we can get started." The man put on a pair of latex gloves. Rasul was confused.
"Will you not anesthetize me?" He asked, breaking his silence.
The look the woman gave him was one of pity, the way one would look at a sick bird one the sidewalk. The man completely ignored him and continued preparing.
"Should we start with XC-293 first?" The woman asked.
"I think that would be best."
The man walked up besides Rasul. "Open your mouth." He commanded. Rasul clenched his jaw, he would not be cooperating with these monsters. No matter what. The man sighed and forced his mouth open with surprising strength. The man placed some sort of rubber contraption into Rasul's mouth, then secured it into place with bindings tied to the table. The contraption forced Rasul's mouth open.
"Ready?" The man asked.
"Always." The woman replied.
Rasul's heartbeat quickened. The man flicked a switch, and Rasul started to feel movement. His table was being moved, slowly, into a large metal apparatus. The table fit perfectly, and Rasul soon found himself staring up at an assortment of colors. Most were a dark blood red. His heartbeat quickened again, now pounding in his chest. "It will be easier if you don't move." He heard from somewhere. Despite this, he thrashed with all his might. The ceiling to his crevasse started lowering. Soon, his entire body was encased in the steel machine. He found that the rubber contraption in his mouth allowed him to breath. All was still for a couple moments, the only sound his heavy breathing and pounding heartbeat. Soon though, he heard the machine whirr to life around him. He tried to calm himself, breathing in, then out, then in. It was no use.
The pain came slowly, the feeling of a thousand needles entering his arms and legs. He started screaming about three seconds in, when the pain became bad. Then it got worse. The needles were entering the deepest recesses of his body; tearing him to shreds. Just when he thought he had the roof of human capacity for pain, it got worse. And worse. The pain became more than intolerable. It became otherworldly. It was like nothing that existed anywhere in the universe. He was floating on a cloud, then sinking deep underwater. He would ascend to the heavens, pass the endless stars and planets. Then he left the universe, entering a new dimension. The world was white, then black, then gone.
"Ah. You're awake! About time." She gave him a sweet smile. Rasul said nothing in return, but gritted his teeth.
"So you're not gonna talk? O.K. That's fine. Whatever you feel is best." Her smile continued to sicken Rasul. He wondered how she would smile after he punched her teeth in.
"The next couple hours are going to be very unpleasant for you, I won't lie. But you will come out stronger and smarter!" What was she talking about? What were they going to do to him? Rasul continued to stare at her with anger. Her subtle movements toward the table with the surgical tools did not go unnoticed. Before she could say anything else, another scientist entered the room. This one was a man probably around his late 40's. He looked much crueler than the woman.
"Is he ready?" The man asked.
"Of course."
"Have you given him any treatment?"
"We treated his lungs for mild asthma."
"If that's all, then we can get started." The man put on a pair of latex gloves. Rasul was confused.
"Will you not anesthetize me?" He asked, breaking his silence.
The look the woman gave him was one of pity, the way one would look at a sick bird one the sidewalk. The man completely ignored him and continued preparing.
"Should we start with XC-293 first?" The woman asked.
"I think that would be best."
The man walked up besides Rasul. "Open your mouth." He commanded. Rasul clenched his jaw, he would not be cooperating with these monsters. No matter what. The man sighed and forced his mouth open with surprising strength. The man placed some sort of rubber contraption into Rasul's mouth, then secured it into place with bindings tied to the table. The contraption forced Rasul's mouth open.
"Ready?" The man asked.
"Always." The woman replied.
Rasul's heartbeat quickened. The man flicked a switch, and Rasul started to feel movement. His table was being moved, slowly, into a large metal apparatus. The table fit perfectly, and Rasul soon found himself staring up at an assortment of colors. Most were a dark blood red. His heartbeat quickened again, now pounding in his chest. "It will be easier if you don't move." He heard from somewhere. Despite this, he thrashed with all his might. The ceiling to his crevasse started lowering. Soon, his entire body was encased in the steel machine. He found that the rubber contraption in his mouth allowed him to breath. All was still for a couple moments, the only sound his heavy breathing and pounding heartbeat. Soon though, he heard the machine whirr to life around him. He tried to calm himself, breathing in, then out, then in. It was no use.
The pain came slowly, the feeling of a thousand needles entering his arms and legs. He started screaming about three seconds in, when the pain became bad. Then it got worse. The needles were entering the deepest recesses of his body; tearing him to shreds. Just when he thought he had the roof of human capacity for pain, it got worse. And worse. The pain became more than intolerable. It became otherworldly. It was like nothing that existed anywhere in the universe. He was floating on a cloud, then sinking deep underwater. He would ascend to the heavens, pass the endless stars and planets. Then he left the universe, entering a new dimension. The world was white, then black, then gone.
The Doorman
I leave, but i always return.
What the hell is this guy doing...
Who does he think he is...
Messing with my body like that, what's his problem...
Solo was on the outside looking in, watching as the 'surgery' took place. In reality his eyelids began twitching, fingers curling and uncurling in his disturbed sleep. The boy knew it wouldn't be long before the man started to mess with his head, not yet knowing how literal it'd be. If he wasn't so restrained, so weak, so cold... He probably would've killed the man, he made plans to take Ferao'a amputated arms and shove them hands first down his throat.
That'd show him...
Time went by so quickly when he was unconscious, and he was forced to watch himself be cut open and adjusted to the scientist's liking.
It disgusted him, how this man was behaving, how crude he was.
How cruel he was.
But the boy had asked for hell, now hadn't he.
