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Post by Karmine de Arcadia on Jan 16, 2009 22:32:31 GMT -5
Jefferies and Brett returned last, as far as they knew the others had already gotten back and eagerly begun tests on the other two brats. Maybe they ripped them open and dissected them too? Oh Brett would have loved to hear that.
Each had a garbage bag over their shoulder, and of course they were expected. Jefferies threw his down once he made it down the last stairwell into the basement lab they now resided in. It was so much easier to do research under tons of concrete and steel.
Not to mention easier to hide failed experiments.
"The one they zapped should be up soon enough, but these two and the other one I drugged will probably be out for a bit." He said dropping the garbage bag to the ground carelessly.
"Hey!" Came a voice from further into the lab. "Careful with that! You break it before we look at it and the Dr. will have your head!"
Jefferies just sighed, waving his hand at the scientist. "Ugh, and after all that fun it's back to the same routine. How disappointing."
Meanwhile, inside one of countless sterilized rooms, a scientist looked over his newest specimen as giddy as a school girl. To imagine, a human with feline qualities! Even more mutated then the last one they found! He had decided when he first saw this one that he had to get a blood sample, and he hadn't wasted any time in laying the boy out on a table and pulling out the thong to cut off circulation. However as he moved to put it on he noticed the boy stirring, how curious, perhaps he could glean even more from this.
The director wouldn't mind if he could get the preliminary work done at any rate.
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Post by Locke F. Herald on Jan 16, 2009 23:22:52 GMT -5
Locke's eyes were heavy, his muscles were sore. He pulled his eyes open with a good deal of difficulty. Whatever he was lying on was hard...and cold. He felt...something moving his arm, he wasn't sure what. As his eyes came into focus he took in the room around him. Fluorescent lighting, walls with medical supplies and so forth, one man over him with an excited look, and in his hand a thong. On the side table next to him, Locke spied an empty syringe. As he caught it in his gaze his eyes went wide, and he felt his heart beat increase.
His hand lashed out at the doctor and he jumped off the table, still not fully aware of where he was or what was going on. Was he in an Academy area?
His body reacted on it's own though, and he cleared the distance to the other side of the room in a flash, pulling up against the wall. His eyes darting from the many to the syringe on the table, which he now reached for.
"W-W-W-What do you w-w-want?" Locke asked, stuttering.
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Post by Karmine de Arcadia on Jan 16, 2009 23:25:34 GMT -5
To say that Marshall was shocked when the boy reacted so violently wouldn't be fair, it was more like he was surprised. Then he jumped up and ran as far away as he could from him, his brain must not function as rational, more based on primal instincts, then a humans. That would be the obvious conclusion.
"You can talk? How incredible! What a rare find! Now come, don't be foolish. I only want a blood sample and some tests, it will hurt less if you cooperate." Marshall said reaching for the syringe. He motioned to the door, and a larger man walked in, imposing in nature.
"If I have to hold you down, I will. Just cooperate."
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Post by Locke F. Herald on Jan 16, 2009 23:32:21 GMT -5
Whatever the man said Locke heard nothing of it. All he saw was the man pick up the syringe and a larger man walk in, looking grim. But Locke's eyes couldn't go from that needle as the man approached him. With every step Locke wanted more and more to sink into the wall, to escape somehow, to just vanish.
"G-Get away! Get AWAY!" Locke shouted, clearly in a state of panic. The fluorescent lights above began to flicker. As the doctor walked closer and closer his mind pulled back memories long since stored away...
The sound, the sound of a child crying. A voice pierces the sound, as it becomes muffled as if pressed against a cloth.
"There now, that wasn't so bad was it. Now come now, calm down."
And more screaming, time and time again the scene repeated, each time slightly different. Why him? Why did they need to give him so many shots? Other kids didn't go to the doctor this much, but every week he was here, and every week they gave him shots. And it hurt. Why? Had he done something wrong? Was something wrong with him? Was he sick? Every stick in the arm just fortified the thought. He wasn't right, he was wrong. Something with him was wrong, that was why he got so many shots.
"I...I'm not wrong."
Locke's eyes were glassy and unfocused as the men approached him, making it apparent he intended to resist. He then made a dive to go between the two men.
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Post by Karmine de Arcadia on Jan 16, 2009 23:35:30 GMT -5
The larger man snatched Locke up by the back of the coat, and found that the boy slipped right out of it, his tail now plainly visible.
"The growth of a since discarded appendage!" Marshall gaped with glee. "Amazing! I simply must have a sample now!"
The larger man made good on his past error, snagging Locke with his other hand and holding the boy still, even as he flailed against him. Marshall approached with the syringe.
"Just a little bit of your blood will do leaps and bounds for the humans race. I can't wait to see what makes you who you are." He said with a grin of excitement, pressing the needle into flesh. The brutes arms were doing a good enough job cutting off circulation.
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Post by Locke F. Herald on Jan 16, 2009 23:39:39 GMT -5
Locke paid no attention to his coat being removed, nor to his tail being marveled at, only to the arms around him that he desperately, and futilely, thrashed against. His attempts to get free stopped flat when he saw the needle touching his skin. Not piercing it yet, but he felt the cold metal on his skin.
"Ahhh..ahhh... YAAHHHHH!" Locke screamed loudly in terror, and with it the lights above them shattered into tiny pieces of glass and a shower of sparks. Both would do naught more then surprise the people below them. However the needle did pierce, and as he felt the prick, he also felt his sense leaving him.
Not by aid of a sedative, no Locke had fainted.
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Post by Admin on Jan 17, 2009 18:15:08 GMT -5
The Director had been slightly delayed in getting to the latest specimens. For one thing, Kara's samples had proven to be quite interesting, and the Director had wanted to double-check what they'd found from those first. For another, when he'd heard that the preliminary group had found four new specimens, the Director had nearly had kittens.
The confident leader strolled into the lab in which Locke was contained, grinning broadly. The cat eared one had been the most interesting of the specimens, after all. A small boy, a teenage girl, and a teenage boy paled in comparison. Besides, none of the others had shown overt signs of special powers. The Director was beginning to doubt the competency of his men.
Stephens and Niplik had made certain to seperate the specimens into different labs. Unfortunately, that meant that the Director had had to leave Niplik alone with the small boy child, but at least someone was studying them.
"Well..." the Director amused, still smiling, "you rendered him unconscious... was that really necessary?"
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Post by Karmine de Arcadia on Jan 17, 2009 18:23:14 GMT -5
Marshall turned around with a now filled syringe and a look of excitement on his face, he paid no mind to the darkened room and the cracked glass shards under his feet.
"It reacted violently to upon waking up sir." He explained, still grinning like a mad man. "We had to restrain it to get a sample, but then he up and passed out. My theory is that the primal insticts of animals caused it to react without reasons resulting in his actions. But when the needle touched it, it seemed to shriek and all the lights shattered! It was amazing!"
He practically glowed with excitement. "Decades of research can't possibly compare to this tiny vial of blood, and look, it even has a tail! A bipedal, humanoid animal, and it can even speak english, I heard it! Such things are though the musings of story writers, but it's right here!"
Even though his smile didn't fade, he continued. "Unfortunately it doesn't seem we will be able to communicate with this one. Too panicky and aggressive, uncontrollable, barely able to muster speech and can't seem to follow logic either. A shame."
The monster of a man dropped Locke back onto the cold table. "Or maybe it's just afraid of needles." He said, more in a low grumble then any form of speech.
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Post by Admin on Jan 17, 2009 18:41:10 GMT -5
It bears mentioning that the Director was, in fact, a father. This didn't make him a good person, or even grant him redeemable qualities. But it did mean he understood children a good deal more then the standard sinister dictator.
"Leave him for me to speak with then," offered the Director, turning his smile on Marshall. Were the other scientist aware of the Director's mannerisms, he would recognize the malice barely hidden behind those bared teeth. For, in truth, the man looked about as likely to gut his employee as praise him.
"Your time would, perhaps, be better spent communicating with the teenagers. I'm sure your unique way of handling things should work wonders with them. Besides, it should be quite interesting to see just what is so special about them. I'd hate to think that our men brought in a couple of normal youths with this rather unique batch," he looked down at the cat-eared boy. Yes, most certainly unique. Finding Kara had proven most fortuitous.
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Post by Garion DeLuse on Jan 17, 2009 18:47:36 GMT -5
Garion was on a dance pad. He had no idea where he was, or how he got there, but all he could see was the screen. The directions on the screen would flash constantly, and Garion would struggle to keep up. The directions started to whir faster, and Garion wanted to stop and rest, but he could not. His feet flashed ever so brightly in the glare of the Giant head behind him's sunglasses. And still he could not stop.
A glass of water floated in front of his face, and somehow Garion knew it would be cold and pure. He reached out for the refreshing beverage, and in the process found out he had no arms.
And still he could not stop.
Garion tried to pull the water towards him with his mind, but it was too heavy for him, too slippery for his mind to grasp. Sweat beaded down his forehead and started to leak through his clothes.
And still he could not stop.
Garion looked towards the giant screen and noticed that there were no directions on the screen, but music still played.
And still he could not stop.
"That's not fair!" he yelled to the Giant Head with Sunglasses. Electrical waves tore through his body, killing him. But he would not die.
And then, he could finally stop.
Garion shuddered awake with a loud, piercing scream.
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Post by Karmine de Arcadia on Jan 17, 2009 18:50:25 GMT -5
Marshall was too busy being excited to notice the hatred, but was immediately disappointed that he wouldn't have any time with the real specimen. He didn't dare disobey the director though.
"Well, the little boy will most likely still be out, I'll go look at one of the other two." He scurried out of the room, with the larger man in toe.
It took him but a few moments to pick the next specimen for him to evaluate. The blood drawing could wait on this one, they appeared just normal.
A light would spread across Matt Ambrose's face as the door to the lab he was in opened, and Marshall walked in.
"Hello there. Now don't worry I'm not here to hurt you, just want to talk and figure somethings out, will that be all right?" He asked the teenage boy, unsure of how to approach him.
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Post by Locke F. Herald on Jan 17, 2009 18:54:49 GMT -5
For the second time that day Locke's head rocked back and forth. This time though his eyes shot open and he leaned up fast. He found that the people from before were nowhere to be found, instead there was but one man in the room. Lights shattered above him...had he done that? He couldn't remember...
He glared at the one man in front of him, he wanted to act strong, but in truth he was scared for his life.
"W-" He started, unsure as to what the first question should be. Who are you? Where am I? Why did you attack me? All perfectly plausible questions.
But his first was. "What do you want?"
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Post by matt on Jan 17, 2009 21:20:46 GMT -5
He was lying on a cold metal table, dazed and sleepy and not at all aware of what was going on. It felt like he just woke up after a particularly good night's sleep, and he didn't want to stay that way. The sun was shining in through the windows...
He tried ignoring the light, but like most mornings, he found such to be ineffective. The sun was still shining, taunting him with it's brightness. 'Wake up, sleepyhead! You'll be late for breakfast!'
What teenage boy was worried about being late for class?
"Nuh-uh." Was his reply to the sun, and he rolled over, intending to bury his face in his pillow as usual. Except there was no pillow, and no sun for that matter, and certainly not enough room on the table for him to roll over.
He hit the floor none-too-gently, and then...
Where am I? What am I doing here?
...he started to panic.
The room he was in he had never seen before, very plain, no windows, just one door. The fluorescent lights shining above him were so bright it hurt to look up.
What's going on?!
He pulled himself up, shielded his sensitive eyes with one hand, and desperately examined the room for a clue, an escape route, anything. But he found nothing. Just a big door that wouldn't open.
When Marshall entered, Matt was frantically pacing the room, trying to figure something out. The voice startled him out of his thoughts, and suddenly he was on the defensive, backing quickly away from the man, eyes wide and hands shaking.
"Where am I? Who are you? What do you want?" He demanded, trying to sound bossy and brave, but his voice wavered and cracked. All he could think was, hurt. He said hurt.
Scenes that were only vaguely familiar flashed before his eyes. A big room, a man asking questions, a pretty tough girl, the girl falling, a man coming at him with a needle, and then...nothing. A pretty girl...needles...
"Where's my friend?" He added, a little stronger this time. He always sounded brave when he was looking out for people. He usually got the snot beat out of him shortly afterward, but he was trying not to think about that. Brave was good.
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Post by Karmine de Arcadia on Jan 17, 2009 21:27:13 GMT -5
Marshall sighed, he was expecting the rapid fire questions but that didn't mean he had to like them.
"The first question would be irrelevant since you currently cannot leave, knowing where you are would avail you nothing. I am called Dr. Marshall and I want a few words with you. There, now that I have answered your questions, would you be so kind as to answer mine?"
And then the demand of a friend. If he recalled, he was brought in with the girl. "If you are referring to the girl, I assure you she is quite unharmed. Now then, let's start with two simple questions. Who are you, so I don't have to call you 'Hey you' and where were you before you woke up here?"
Seemed a simple enough place to start really. He didn't want to jump full on into the tough questions. Yes he had lost his head a little bit with the boy, but he'd make up for that blunder here.
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Post by Admin on Jan 18, 2009 13:36:50 GMT -5
OoC: one day, I'll get my act together, and not be behind in a thread.
The director smiled down at Locke, arching his brows. "There, there."
He patted Locke's legs reassuringly. His eyes swept the boy, wondering if Marshall had managed to damage him overmuch. Too much psychological damage and the specimen would be worthless. There were times when the Director wished he could hire scientists that weren't rogue and deviant.
"We just want to study you. To figure you out. Nothing more," he spread his arms wide. "Surely you've done experiments before? This is nothing more then that: a harmless little experiment."
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Garion's loud scream disturbed Niplik greatly. The already nervous scientist nearly wet himself. Gasping, he fumbled for a nearby needle, and hurried over to the small child.
"Y-y-y-y-you need to be q-q-q-q-quiet!" ordered the scientist, waving the syringe threateningly. Unfortunately, he'd neglected to double check what was in the syringe, and it was likely something completely harmless.
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