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x_Tasia_X
𝙻𝚘𝚌𝚊𝚕 𝚏-𝚋𝚘𝚢
TheSpeck
Cognitohazard
Sam
Wide eyed and staring at the bland light brown ceiling above him, Sam listened to his alarm blaring at the side of his head, it's shrill shrieking reminding him how tired he was every time it went off. With a low grumble he rolled onto his side, reaching out and clicking the alarm off before he sat up in his bed. Just another long night. It'll be over eventually, I won't have to do this forever.
Sam kept getting scheduled night shifts, he wasn't sure why, but it was starting to wear on him. After a moment too long of staring at the wall and trying to convince himself he wasn't actually that tired, he stood and quickly made it to the other side of his small room. It was 5:55 am, 5 minutes before the lights turned on, and he had to be out of his room to clock in before 6:00 am.
With a zip and a few clicks he had his uniform on, the thick fabric scratching against his undershirt. Pistol, flashlight, first aid, water, granola bar, knife, another knife, yet another knife (this one's his favorite though, it had a nice smooth blade that could cut through almost anything), electrified baton, and his trusty helmet that saved him from half the tier 3 subjects he was allowed to handle.
Click click click zip, all his weapons and items were in place, where they always were and where they always will be. His steps became heavier the moment he put his boots on, making his presence known before he was even seen. He was pretty sure almost all subjects knew what the guards boots sound like at this point.
Sam opened his door and walked out into the employee housing hall, making his way down the clean white path before reaching the subject containment door. He pulled out his floppy ID card, pressing it against the ID reader that would grant him passage through the large heavy door into containment.
The card reader beeped, spitting out a small paper at him to announce that he clocked in and officially started his workday.
Fever.
The slip read out the name in tiny letters. A tier 3 subject. He sure was being put with tier 3 subjects more than usual, probably because of the dwindling number of staff members. Sam made his way to the tier 3 subject housing zones, unwrapping his granola bar and taking a small bite before putting his helmet on and locking it into place.
As he approached his destination, he lightly tap tap tapped on the window that allowed Fever to look out of her cell to alert her of his presence. It was still 6:20 am, so he leaned against the wall near the cell door and waited for her to finish getting ready.
Charlie
A cup of black coffee warmed Charlie up as she sat, legs crossed and reading, in the staff cafeteria room. Over easy eggs and toast littered the plate in front of her, forever chilling as she neglected the food she thought she was hungry enough to eat. Charlie had been up since 5:00 am, walking around the facility and taking subjects in for last minute testing.
The window that allowed her to look into the subject cafeteria displayed a room full of empty chairs and boxes that would soon be filled. The bright flash of the morning lights turning on told her that she would soon have her silence interrupted by hungry coworkers. She was planning on taking a subject in for testing after breakfast was over, specifically a subject named Nina. Of course she wasn't allowed to do anything that might harm Nina in the morning, which was... Unfortunate, but she could make due with an interview and a small experiment.
(Apologies if I got anything wrong about characters, I'll fix it if I did!)
Mentioned:
x_Tasia_X
Interaction:
Feral
Wide eyed and staring at the bland light brown ceiling above him, Sam listened to his alarm blaring at the side of his head, it's shrill shrieking reminding him how tired he was every time it went off. With a low grumble he rolled onto his side, reaching out and clicking the alarm off before he sat up in his bed. Just another long night. It'll be over eventually, I won't have to do this forever.
Sam kept getting scheduled night shifts, he wasn't sure why, but it was starting to wear on him. After a moment too long of staring at the wall and trying to convince himself he wasn't actually that tired, he stood and quickly made it to the other side of his small room. It was 5:55 am, 5 minutes before the lights turned on, and he had to be out of his room to clock in before 6:00 am.
With a zip and a few clicks he had his uniform on, the thick fabric scratching against his undershirt. Pistol, flashlight, first aid, water, granola bar, knife, another knife, yet another knife (this one's his favorite though, it had a nice smooth blade that could cut through almost anything), electrified baton, and his trusty helmet that saved him from half the tier 3 subjects he was allowed to handle.
Click click click zip, all his weapons and items were in place, where they always were and where they always will be. His steps became heavier the moment he put his boots on, making his presence known before he was even seen. He was pretty sure almost all subjects knew what the guards boots sound like at this point.
Sam opened his door and walked out into the employee housing hall, making his way down the clean white path before reaching the subject containment door. He pulled out his floppy ID card, pressing it against the ID reader that would grant him passage through the large heavy door into containment.
The card reader beeped, spitting out a small paper at him to announce that he clocked in and officially started his workday.
Fever.
The slip read out the name in tiny letters. A tier 3 subject. He sure was being put with tier 3 subjects more than usual, probably because of the dwindling number of staff members. Sam made his way to the tier 3 subject housing zones, unwrapping his granola bar and taking a small bite before putting his helmet on and locking it into place.
As he approached his destination, he lightly tap tap tapped on the window that allowed Fever to look out of her cell to alert her of his presence. It was still 6:20 am, so he leaned against the wall near the cell door and waited for her to finish getting ready.
Charlie
A cup of black coffee warmed Charlie up as she sat, legs crossed and reading, in the staff cafeteria room. Over easy eggs and toast littered the plate in front of her, forever chilling as she neglected the food she thought she was hungry enough to eat. Charlie had been up since 5:00 am, walking around the facility and taking subjects in for last minute testing.
The window that allowed her to look into the subject cafeteria displayed a room full of empty chairs and boxes that would soon be filled. The bright flash of the morning lights turning on told her that she would soon have her silence interrupted by hungry coworkers. She was planning on taking a subject in for testing after breakfast was over, specifically a subject named Nina. Of course she wasn't allowed to do anything that might harm Nina in the morning, which was... Unfortunate, but she could make due with an interview and a small experiment.
(Apologies if I got anything wrong about characters, I'll fix it if I did!)
Mentioned:
x_Tasia_X
Interaction:
Feral
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Feral
Your local lackadaisical spirit
♡coded by uxie♡
Miaow
Bad job, Superstar!
Feral
Your local lackadaisical spirit
♡coded by uxie♡
TheSpeck
Cognitohazard
Sam
With a bright smile, Sam waved back to Fever. Good, she was ready. He hated beating late subjects with his baton. He took out his security badge to unlock the door, though before he unlocked it he paused to make sure his uniform was on correctly. Gloves were securely fastened to his sleeves, pants were tucked into his boots, helmet was on tight so he couldn't pull it off, and last of all, no seams in his clothing that were visibly ripped. After Sam was satisfied with his safety, he unlocked the door, pushing the heavy metal to open it.
"Good morning Fever! It's time for breakfast!" He said with as much energy as he could muster, which wasn't much. The helmet muffled his words slightly, but he spoke loud enough for her to hear.
"Make sure your entire body is covered to prevent anyone from getting hurt. Of course you don't have to cover your head. You are required to walk two steps ahead of me at all times, if you attempt to touch me I will be forced to take action. When we reach the cafeteria you are to head straight into your designated tier 3 containment chamber. If you accidentally come into contact with anyone, even if they are clothed, you are required to immediately inform the nearest staff member or you will be severely punished," Sam repeated the words he said to most subjects, though he changed them slightly to fit Fever's abilities, "The breakfast room is down the hall, take a turn on the first right and you will enter the tier 3 cafeteria... Anyway... How are you doing today?"
As Sam waited for a response he moved away from the cell door so she could safely exit. Now that he got all the required safety measures out of the way, he was able to get a closer look at her.
Sam didn't know Fever well, though he did see her quite a bit with other guards. She always looked so sickly, like she was just going to keel over and die any second. He found the flowers quite pretty... Although it gave him anxiety to see them all over her. That must hurt tremendously. There's gotta be some sort of cure someone could give her right? Something someone could do to relieve the pain? Guilt started welling up inside him, though he quickly shut that down. It's not my fault she's sick... But someone should help her. I wish I could help... She's just another person-
NO. she's not human, not a person, just an animal.
With a deep breath, he stopped thinking about it to stop himself from continuing down that path. He couldn't see the subjects as people, it would get him killed. Instead he focused on how hungry he was. And the pretty flowers! Very pretty flowers. There were some other red flowers growing on the walls of the facility too, which he assumed were decorations, but personally he liked Fevers flowers better.
Feral
With a bright smile, Sam waved back to Fever. Good, she was ready. He hated beating late subjects with his baton. He took out his security badge to unlock the door, though before he unlocked it he paused to make sure his uniform was on correctly. Gloves were securely fastened to his sleeves, pants were tucked into his boots, helmet was on tight so he couldn't pull it off, and last of all, no seams in his clothing that were visibly ripped. After Sam was satisfied with his safety, he unlocked the door, pushing the heavy metal to open it.
"Good morning Fever! It's time for breakfast!" He said with as much energy as he could muster, which wasn't much. The helmet muffled his words slightly, but he spoke loud enough for her to hear.
"Make sure your entire body is covered to prevent anyone from getting hurt. Of course you don't have to cover your head. You are required to walk two steps ahead of me at all times, if you attempt to touch me I will be forced to take action. When we reach the cafeteria you are to head straight into your designated tier 3 containment chamber. If you accidentally come into contact with anyone, even if they are clothed, you are required to immediately inform the nearest staff member or you will be severely punished," Sam repeated the words he said to most subjects, though he changed them slightly to fit Fever's abilities, "The breakfast room is down the hall, take a turn on the first right and you will enter the tier 3 cafeteria... Anyway... How are you doing today?"
As Sam waited for a response he moved away from the cell door so she could safely exit. Now that he got all the required safety measures out of the way, he was able to get a closer look at her.
Sam didn't know Fever well, though he did see her quite a bit with other guards. She always looked so sickly, like she was just going to keel over and die any second. He found the flowers quite pretty... Although it gave him anxiety to see them all over her. That must hurt tremendously. There's gotta be some sort of cure someone could give her right? Something someone could do to relieve the pain? Guilt started welling up inside him, though he quickly shut that down. It's not my fault she's sick... But someone should help her. I wish I could help... She's just another person-
NO. she's not human, not a person, just an animal.
With a deep breath, he stopped thinking about it to stop himself from continuing down that path. He couldn't see the subjects as people, it would get him killed. Instead he focused on how hungry he was. And the pretty flowers! Very pretty flowers. There were some other red flowers growing on the walls of the facility too, which he assumed were decorations, but personally he liked Fevers flowers better.
Feral
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Feral
Your local lackadaisical spirit
♡coded by uxie♡
TheSpeck
Cognitohazard
Sam watched as Fever struggled along, keeping quiet as if he didn't care, though he really did. Her voice sounded strangled, as if she were struggling to speak as she replied to his question. He took note not to ask too many questions, he didn't want to cause her pain by forcing her to speak.
He wasn't sure what normal meant to Fever, but at least she didn't say horrible. On the other hand, she looked horrible. Maybe he would try to get her a small chocolate. He didn't usually do that with subjects he didn't know well, but at this point he just wanted to help her as much as he could, which wasn't much at all. Sometimes they had small bricks of chocolate in the staff cafeteria room, so if he could sneak one to her with her meal that should work. It's not like he would be killed if he was caught, maybe put on more night shifts, but they've been putting him on nightshifts anyway.
Sam gently smiled as she returned the question, "No, not sick. If I start feeling ill I'll tell someone. I'm doing well though, thanks for asking."
He didn't ask more questions as they continued, his steps following close behind her though still far enough away that he was following safety protocols. The cafeteria room door approached, and he started moving towards it, walking to Fever's side instead of behind her. He pointed to an orange patch on the ground.
"Please stand there and don't move while I unlock your containment chamber." He said before making his way around her, never coming closer then 2 feet.
Sam passed a few containment chambers before reaching the one labeled with Fevers name, which he took out another key card to unlock. The cafeteria chamber was about half the size of the permanent chamber, being made of an unnaturally sturdy see through material. The 'glass' looked into the tier 2 and 1 subject cafeteria, a small speaker being implemented in the glass to allow them to speak to others. The only object in the chamber was a metal chair and table bolted to the floor. For safety he returned the key card back to his locked pouch before waving her over.
"Go straight into the containment chamber and sit near the back wall as I lock the door.... Also, what would you like to eat for breakfast? Right now we're serving oatmeal, pancakes, and eggs... If you have any dietary needs please tell me before I go to get you're food."
Feral
He wasn't sure what normal meant to Fever, but at least she didn't say horrible. On the other hand, she looked horrible. Maybe he would try to get her a small chocolate. He didn't usually do that with subjects he didn't know well, but at this point he just wanted to help her as much as he could, which wasn't much at all. Sometimes they had small bricks of chocolate in the staff cafeteria room, so if he could sneak one to her with her meal that should work. It's not like he would be killed if he was caught, maybe put on more night shifts, but they've been putting him on nightshifts anyway.
Sam gently smiled as she returned the question, "No, not sick. If I start feeling ill I'll tell someone. I'm doing well though, thanks for asking."
He didn't ask more questions as they continued, his steps following close behind her though still far enough away that he was following safety protocols. The cafeteria room door approached, and he started moving towards it, walking to Fever's side instead of behind her. He pointed to an orange patch on the ground.
"Please stand there and don't move while I unlock your containment chamber." He said before making his way around her, never coming closer then 2 feet.
Sam passed a few containment chambers before reaching the one labeled with Fevers name, which he took out another key card to unlock. The cafeteria chamber was about half the size of the permanent chamber, being made of an unnaturally sturdy see through material. The 'glass' looked into the tier 2 and 1 subject cafeteria, a small speaker being implemented in the glass to allow them to speak to others. The only object in the chamber was a metal chair and table bolted to the floor. For safety he returned the key card back to his locked pouch before waving her over.
"Go straight into the containment chamber and sit near the back wall as I lock the door.... Also, what would you like to eat for breakfast? Right now we're serving oatmeal, pancakes, and eggs... If you have any dietary needs please tell me before I go to get you're food."
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