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Seth Sigmund


When a man talks dirty to a woman, it's sexual harassment. When a woman talks dirty to a man, it's $3.95 a minute. ~ Author Unknown


Seth looked at his hand then at her. God, all of this was causing him to want to drink. And that took a lot out of him. " Okay, but if you ever need me, my room is always open. I need some vodka so if you'll excuse me, I'm going to my room now." he said simply. He gave a small wave to her and exited the room. Usually he has at least one drink a day. Seth worked easier like that. It took his mind off the experiments, and the fact that he was stuck down here with them and with barely any pretty girls. It made him sad, and it made tiny Seth sad. He wished Pierce would let him go out every now and then. But after the last 'incident', Pierce kind of restricted that little bit. Only every other month. It kind of pissed of Seth that he was being treated like a dog. But nothing compared to the experiment's treatment. So he was lucky when he came down to that. At least he retained his right of humanity. Unlike them, who were doomed from the start to live or die. He wondered how that shark girl was doing. Usually when it's the first testing Pierce overlooks the experiments, then it's down to their scientists. Pierce sometimes dose testing. Depends on if he feels like it. The man is busy, in fact there were rumors that this wasn't his only facility. That he had a secret one somewhere else. Where he was creating his ow monsters of mayhem.



I have one piece of advice for you
No matter what a stripper tells you
There's no sex in the Champagne Room.. NONE!
Oh there's CHAMPAGNE in the Champagne Room
But you don't want champagne.. you want sex
And there's NO sex.. in the Champagne Room
User ImageAudrey Savannah Gleen

Audrey perked up at Seth's words. She enjoyed a good drink from time to time, and working down here certainly added to the desire. Some of the most horrific things happened down here to those...things. Well. They weren't human, so it wasn't like Audrey cared, but replace them with humans and follow through with those procedures, and it definitely changed things. She turned to him, remaining in her chair and smiled, almost looking dangerous with her dark, Russian eyes. "Vodka, you say?" Audrey chuckled. "You never said you had vodka." She climbed to her feet, closing her book and going to him, arms akimbo. "I think we can arrange something."
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Seth Sigmund


When a man talks dirty to a woman, it's sexual harassment. When a woman talks dirty to a man, it's $3.95 a minute. ~ Author Unknown


Seth had turned to Audrey and smirk. " Well, you never asked. And if that's the case, I have practically anything you want up there in my office. Anything. Kaluor, Vermouth, Vodka, Zinfandel, Champagne, anything you want." he said, that devious smile on his face was hard to miss. " So, What could I interest you in? Or are we just going to go with the vodka?" she said, showing her to the elevator. He got inside and held the door open. He realized he still had the papers in his hand. It was best to drop them off to Pierce so they wouldn't be... interrupted. " I have to drop these off to Pierce, but after that we'll go to my office." he said, hitting the button for Pierce's floor. Once they reached there, Seth then quickly ran out and placed the file in a little box next to Pierce's office. He would look at those when he got the chance. He then ran back to the elevator and pressed the button for his floor, a few floors down. He held open the door and led her to his office as he opened the door. " Here we are, home sweet home." His office had the... 'lived in' look. There were piles of manila folders around his desk, and it was a comfortable cool. He went over to his fridge as he opened it. " Choose your poison." he said holding out a small glass and letting her choose from the repertoire of alcohol.



I have one piece of advice for you
No matter what a stripper tells you
There's no sex in the Champagne Room.. NONE!
Oh there's CHAMPAGNE in the Champagne Room
But you don't want champagne.. you want sex
And there's NO sex.. in the Champagne Room
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Audrey looked around the office, lifting manila folders up with her fingers, but showing little to no interest of what was inside. He probably didn't want her reading them, and she probably wouldn't understand it even if she were allowed. She wasn't a very smart person. She wasn't stupid, but she wasn't like the scientists that worked here. All this talk of genes and DNA and things of that nature was all gibberish. "Vodka." It smelt like rubbing alcohol and tasted worse, but Audrey always had a fondness for it. No matter how it burned her throat. She took the glass, moving pass him to reach into the fridge to grab the bottle, and straightening up. Audrey looked at him with a smile of mystery in her eyes before filling her glass with the clear liquid. She thought for a moment and rose her glass. "Here's to forgetting past regrets. Bottoms up." Audrey tipped the glass upside down against her lips and open mouth, throwing her head back to more easily be able to swallow. she screwed her eyes shut against the hotness in her throat, but it passed and she smiled. "Ah. That was much needed. Been a bad week with all those suicides."
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Seth Sigmund


When a man talks dirty to a woman, it's sexual harassment. When a woman talks dirty to a man, it's $3.95 a minute. ~ Author Unknown


Seth smirked and nodded. " Yes, here's to living large and not feeling like your in a small pond." He said, walking over to his desk and sitting on his chair. He nodded when the suidies were brought up. " Yes. I do hope Pierce has something up his sleeve. I am begining to worry. I'm sure he has a plan or something of that nature. But he always has a good thing in mind, he is the head scientist. Very soon, you'll be seeing our names in the history books. Making a differance in the world." he said smiling. " By all means, have some more! I have plenty of vodka where that came from." he said laughing.



I have one piece of advice for you
No matter what a stripper tells you
There's no sex in the Champagne Room.. NONE!
Oh there's CHAMPAGNE in the Champagne Room
But you don't want champagne.. you want sex
And there's NO sex.. in the Champagne Room
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| Sateen Rose Alcomett |

We're All A Bit Crazy Inside
That's Sateen To YouxxxxxxxA.K.A 2302 or ShadowxxxxxxxxMessed in the Head


          Though nearly all the walls were taken by people siting down and using it as a back rest. All but one small patch that was covered in small holes. A small line from where a small girl paced back and forth, back and forth. Everyonce in a while she would scream in frustration and punch the wall. Kick it, or elbow it. Her hands were bloody, as were her knees. Ignoring the stining in her limbs Sateen Alcomett continued to walk though the holding cell at the base of FEAR. Her legs moving with perfect acuracy. Always steping where she had not a moment ago. Her short hair a mess around her face, a thread of sweat running down her fourhead, her breath quick and heavy as she continued this act of turn and punch, walk and kick, walk and elbo. All into the wall. Every now and then she would bring out her claws, creating little scratch marks on the wall. Each time her body made contact with the wall, her voice would ring out in anger thought the room. A few times, she was talked to, asked if she was alright. All she would ever say..well, shout, would be, "THEY TOOK HER!" After a while, most stopped asking her. No one knew who Her was. Most guessed a family member or good friend. She had started this thrashing quickly after she woke up.

          Her memory was slightly fuzzy, but she could clearly remember when she was taken. When they were taken. It was dark. Then again, it was always dark before her and her sister would leave their make shift shelter for the night. A train car that was empty. Her sister had found it for them both. It was a good find, the best shelter the two had found after running away from home. They traviled by night and slept during the day, things like that. Sateen punched the wall again as she remembered the faces of the men who had grabbed her first. It only took her a few seconds to realive that the box car was moved while they slept that night. Sleeping only because Sateen ahd heard something. Two men came at her, she fought best she could, but to no use. She had sceamed for her sister to run as she did her best to hold off the men who tried to enter. One managed to pin her arms back, while another man grabbed her leggs. Though Sateen continued to struggle, she couldn't get anywere with the two men holding her. She screamed out and thrashed around when she saw a woman walking up to her with a needle. "NO!" Sateen screamed and punched the wall again as she turned, making a new whole in a wall.

          She could still hear her sisters screaming. Still could hear her sister scream out her name, to help her. Sateen spun around and kicked the wall, her foot leaving a nice little dent in the fundation of the wall. Suddenly she turned in her palce and just started to punch and knee the wall, screaming all the while. "I'LL GET HER BACK!!...I will....I'll get you back....I promise..." A tear ran down Sateens face as she stoped in place and started to pull on her hair with her back to the wall before she started to scream uninteligable sounds and words as she slid down the wall crying until she hit the bottom and reached the floor. Her hands covering her face, her hair helping in that matter as well. Her face started to disapear slowly, her hands and legs doing the same. Sateen screamed again and kneed the wall, the only recognetion of that being a new large whole near clothes that looked to be holdign their own. Her skin was the only things that turned nearly invisable, only a sliver of an outline could be seen if someone really tried to look at her. Tears could be sort-of seen as they ran down Sateen's cheecks. Blood still continued to drip and slide slowly down her armds and onto her legs that were also bleeding. She wasn't at all worried about her own pain, it kinda made her forget about what was really bothering her....almost. "I'll get you back...I will...I promise...I will.." Sateen just continued to repeat in a tiered, huffed voice as she try to calm herself down. She was well out of energy, she had been asulting the wall now for...well, she wasn't sure how long, but it seemed like hours. But this too, she didn't care about. She only cared about getting her sister back.
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| Siri Adimu Sanjukta |

Let The Animal Inside Cry Out
That's Akili To YouxxxxxxxA.K.A 2311 or Sanxxxxxxxx Does not do good in Cages


          The door opened and shut quickly. A small bag being thrown in while open. A soft grunt could be heard inside the bad as soon as it hit the floor. Hard. The cream colored bag continued to wiggle around. A muffeled voice was struggeling to be heard. Though, soon enough, a ripping could be heard. Fabric being shredded into peices on the inside. Then, in a flash of fabric, a child emerged from the leftovers of the bag. All that was left on the small girl was a mouth pice. Made more out of A black metalic fabric that her sharp little claws continuously tried to cut though with no affect. It was there to keep her from biting people and experiments alike. She jumped up and down in frustration, clawing at her face and at the back of her head. Trying with everything she had to get the damned thing off. "Ah!!!" She cried out in agrivation. She looked more like a child having a temper tantrum..and she was. Scraming and jumping all about without having any concern of the others who may be looking at her.

          Her long bodie langth silver hair thrashed about with her until she collaped with a shout of pure anger, though it sounded more like a loud growle then a scream. More beast like then human. She fell on her knees and then slid backwards so she was sitting on her calfs. Her hands holding tightly to the sides of her head as he breath angery breaths between her teeth. She shook her head every once in a while, pawing at the muzzle with her hands, though they acted more like paws now. She couldn't understand it. One moment, she was in a old building where the homeless could sleep and not get in trouble. She was just talking to a man..he asked her if she wanted a better life, to leave her life of homeless orphanige and be better. Free even, from human rules. She screamed though the muzzle. She should have said no...should have just turned and ran from the man who spoke to her...but in the back of her mind, she could almsot hear a voice saying that it wouldn't have matered. To look around and see that your not the only one.

          Then, she did stop, she looked around the room to see that there were quite a few inside. Insitantly, she felt a horrid need to protect herself and what was her's. The only thing was, she didn't know what was her's anymore. Her live didn't even seem like it belonged to her any more. She stiffened for a moment before sliding backwards a bit so she wasn't in the center of the room any more. She pulled her legs up to her chest and reluctently wrapped her arms around her legs after releasing her muzzle. Ugh, headache.... She though to herself sourly. Her shoulders relaxed a bit as she sighed and forced herself to calm down. She wasn't about to show a weakness now. She reached up and tuched the back of her neck. Ugh, what did they do to me? She felt all wrong. Her body hurt, mainly her mouth and head. Her wrists seemed to be pulsing with pain as well. None of this made cense to her. She didn't like anything that was going on. All she knew, was that she had to get out...soon. She did't know why, she she had a feeling, that this was only the begining of the pain that was yet to come.
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Sherly Mako


“Before you criticize someone, you should walk a mile in their shoes. That way when you criticize them, you are a mile away from them and you have their shoes.”


Sherly had taken a small nap and woke up only to be in more pain than she was before. The lights were so bright! It was like someone had turned on the highbeams in the room! She hissed in pain, only to have her ears hurt. The everything was so loud. And that smell. What in gods name was that smell?! It smelled like vomit, and very unappetizing. Sherly looked to her left and saw a small tray on the floor. Piled with something that looked like oatmeal. Sherly tired to get up, but her bones felt like they hurted. Hell, her muscles felt sore as well. Why did everything hurt? She got to her knees and crawled over to the food. She was hungry, but more importantly she was thristy. Why was she so thristy? She got near the food and then realized what that horrid smell was. It was the oatmeal crap. Sherly gagged, as she tried to hold back vommiting.

She glanced at the plate and sighed. It was food. At least she thought it was edible. She went down to grab a spoon when she noticed something. She quickly grabbed her wrists as she gave a small whimper. Right at the first digits on her fingers, a layer of thin skin was growing. She was growing webbed hands. She quickly looked down to her shooes as she started to take them off. She threw off her socks, as her eyes met the same thing. Her feet were becomeing webbed to. " What th' bloody 'ell is goin' on?!" she said kind of loudly, only for her to grab her ears and whimper in pain. She looked at her hands then down at the food. A bottle of water next to it. Sherly was going to imeediatly drink it, but decided against it. If this... crap was disgusting, she would need that water to wash it down. Sherly picked up the spoon gingerly and stuck it in the oatmeal. She then picked up a spoonful and put it in her mouth. She shivered as she pulled the spoon out. It tasted like crap, like oatmeal mixed with many other nasty things. And what was worse, to Sherly it tasted like cardboard mixed with sawdust.

Sherly swalloed it with great difficulty. Unknown to Sherly at the time, her shark taste buds were already in effect, craving for the one thing they couldn't have. With great difficulty Sherly forced down the oatmeal. Then quickly grabbing the water she practically chugged it down. She gasped for breath as she set the bottle down, next the dish. She looked dwon at the spoon and she picked it up and placed it in her mouth. Trying to get some last morsels in her mouth. She didn't want to know if this was the last meal she was going to get. As she chewed some of the oats, there was a sickening crunch. Sherly spit out the spoon and something else. A molar all bloody and in perfect tact. Sherly grabbed her mouth as there was a warm rush of blood over her tounge. Her eyes lulled into the back of her head. That taste... that taste... it was her blood. Oh but it was so... satisfying. It was sweet and thick. It made Sherly's hert leap, this is what she had been craving.... while she was eating the oatmeal. Blood. Sherly then realized what she was doing, and stared down at the tooth. She picked it up and cralwed over to her bed. placing the tooth next to her. She just looked at it. Almost like it could give the answer why it fell out. Sherly just wanted to relax. Just for a bit. But every three hours or so, Sherly would lean over and spit another tooth out. Whimpering to herself. What in gods name was happening to her?




I've got a brand new attitude,
And I'm gonna wear it tonight
I'm gonna get in trouble
I wanna start a fight
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There was some silence among the training halls. Pierce was away, and one would think the mice might play. Wrong. These mice knew better. Even though these mice could easily overpower their master. One particular mouse was in the training area. She was sitting on a large rock, letting her fingers dip in the stream below. The training area looked a lot like an outdoor wooded forest. But it wasn’t. It was nice an large but enclosed. There were six mice, but Pierce hoped for seven. Then they would be complete… hopefully. V never liked to see her master upset. Because then it made her upset. V was her name. Experiment V. At least that what her master, Pierce, always called her. Pierce had given the sins orders to train. That’s what he called them. His Seven Sins. His group of seven, six at the moment, perfectly trained group of experiments.

They were a lot different from the experiments at F.E.A.R. They were treated nicer, got better food, were practically pampered… if they did their jobs correctly that was. The Sins were also Pierce’s personal experiments, while the rest at F.E.A.R were government owned. The Sins, did Pierce the favor of paying off the government. The Government kindly gave Pierce a facility, and plenty of money for his research. However, the government wanted something back. Not only his results, but actual action. Pierce claimed that the F.E.A.R. facility experiments were not ready for such a task. And since they were government property, it limited the things Pierce could do to them. So that’s how the Sins were born.

Pierce decided that to individually make sure each F.E.A.R. experiment combat worthy was to much time and patience. Especially the money to train them all. So, Pierce got an idea. Out of his pocket, he funded the money enough for just seven experiments. He took the money and looked for seven unique individuals. Or, really seven unique individuals with amazing DNA. And that’s where he found them all. Well, almost all. Or was it all? V didn’t know if Pierce was training the last one. Which would make him V Double I. Their names were the roman numerals one through seven. Very unique to his experiment and series numbers in F.E.A.R. He would pluck these children from their homes and change them, into his personal team of monsters. His very thought out team of monsters.



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There was I(I/One), but everyone called her Ira. She never forgot her name even during the shock therapy. The only difference was she accepted the name I as well as her birth name. She was combined with various posioness snakes. Boasting lighting speed and a seductive manner, it was obvious her sin was Lust.

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Then there was Double I (II/Two). Pierce sometimes called her Deuce, depending on his mood. She was combine with scorpion. Trained in the assassin arts, she was one force to be reckoned with. However British heritage and proud nature made her the sin of Pride.

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Next was Clair (III/ Three). Pierce sometimes called her Trey, also depending on his ever-loving mood. She also remembered her name, although it came out of a habit Pierce didn’t want. She was combined with rhino and bull. She was the tank of this group, boasting amazing power. But sadly Clair was not the brightest bulb. She talks in third person and isn’t the smartest person in the crowd. She was surprisingly big and strong for a ten year old. But she was getting the hang of things. Her lazy attitude and mellow nature make her the sin of Sloth.

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Then it was IV ( IV/ Four). He was originally from Australia and like Double I, kept his accent. He was combine with crocodile and dingo. He uses two Desert Eagles to get his point across and was an ice cold killer at times. His horrible jealousy makes him the sin of Envy.

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Then there was VI ( VI/ Six). He was almost like a father to V or a very big brother. He was mixed with gorilla and lion. Not only did he have power but he knew when to use it. Especially when he used his Colt Single Action Army. V never liked guns, she didn’t think they were fair. Because of his extreme temper he was the sin of Wrath.

And as for V? Well, V herself was combined with lion, lamb, and dove. She was the perfect balance of ferocity and kindness. Pierce tended to like V the best, or that’s how she saw it. Come to think of it, everyone liked V. V, unlike the rest, had no sin. No one could figure it out. So she was sinless. But it didn’t matter to her. She was happy to be in this group. V giggled as she let the water run between her fingers. She enjoyed this stream. It made her happy when Pierce had it put in. There was a sliding of a door as V turned around. Double I stood there, with a soft smile on her face. Double I rarely smiled, so this was quite the treat for V. In fact Double I smiled for only V.

“ What are you doin’ here? An’ all by yaself, huh?” Double I said softly walking over to V. V shrugged and said, “ I was just sitting her, letting my thought run. And playing with the river, I suppose.” I really was just talking to Clair a while ago, you guys really don't treat her fair. Double I nodded and sat down next to V. “ Ya’know, I was looking for ya. I was worried you were upset or sumthin’.” You seems really upset at us when you ordered us to leave. Leaving you and Clair alone. Double I said, looking into the pseudo-forest. When they were first working with each other, around a few month ago. All of them use to get into arguments. Well, except V. She was never a fighter. Thankfully, most of the fights have stopped. But Clair gets most of the abuse due to her slow mentality. “ No, I’m fine Double I. I guess I just wanted some alone time.” I WAS upset. She has no one. You guys need to open up to her. She's really a great person. she said innocently. Double I gave a light smile and said, “ It’s not wrong to wan’ some time to yourself.” I should know, I tend to shut people out. Even you at times. V smiled and as she laid down on Double I’s lap. Double I quickly gave a look of utter confusion and blushed a bit. “ Double I?” Aww, your blushing. Your so funny Double I. V asked. “ What? Oh yeah, V?” PLEASE DON'T SEE ME BLUSHING!! DON'T NOTICE IT! she replied. “ When do you think the master will be back?” I tend to worry when he's away for a while. Plus I see a different side of you guys. “ Uh…. Soon…I guess…” I don't want him back. Then I have to protect myself. He broke me once, he won't do it again. she replied, looking down into V’s eyes. V’s brow furrowed and said “ Do you want to kill someone again?” Please say no. I know it's drilled into us, but say no. Double I closed her eyes and then looked back down at V. “ Yea’, I do. It’s part of bein’ an assassin V.” It's a part of being a sin V. I guess you wouldn't understand that. “ Do you think of anything else besides killing?” PLEASE say yes... V asked, her tone quite serious. “ Uh…. Yea, I do.” Don't ask what. Double I answered nervously. “ Well, what?” I gotta know this! Maybe I could make Double I happier more! V asked. “ Uh… ya’know… stuff….” I think about you! Your all I think about! Double I said, trying to get rid of the subject. V laughed and gently poked Double I’s nose. “ Your funny Double I. I hope we stay friends forever.” Forever and ever... please Double I. I don't want to lose you. She said smiling. A soft smile came on Double I’s face. “ I do too… V…” More than friends...

I need you V. You’re the only one that can do this to me. You’re the only one. Wake me up inside. I want to feel your warm touch. I want to feel what it’s like to be alive. Let me not live a lie. There’s nothing inside of me.

Save me.
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Pierce waited patiently for a moment. "Well?" he asked. "What is this idea of yours?" Pierce wasn't particularly interested in the psycological well being of his subjects. If they killed themselves, yes it was a significant set back in both progress and resources, but in the long run it may be more helpful. If a soldier isn't strong enough and loses their mind on the battlefield, then not only the soldier but everyone close to the soldier are at risk. It is better, in a way, for the weak to perish early on. It was the subjects such as 804 that were the true shames. 804 had such potential and was a powerful experiment, well on his way to becoming a soldier. A moment of weakness, of hopelessness, and 804 perished. Cast in the furnace like so many before it. Pierce didn't lament the loss. He simply found it to be a waste. If Dr. Phillander could give an idea that could be changed into a working process, and decrease the waste, Pierce would be satisfied. Not happy. Pierce didn't exactly get happy, but he would be satisfied with the results.
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"Яркий..."Aleksandr groaned twisting his limbs around to lay back up in the white bed. The clearly Russian words were made known to everyone else in the test room. Few actually understood it, but really he tried to remember the last time he had even thought about speaking in English. Had it been months? Weeks? Or was it even...the last word he spoke to his teacher when leaving for home that fateful day?
'Goodbye...'
How ironic. Aleksandr almost wanted to laugh, but he bit his lip. If he did so the scientists would rise early and maybe even start their test on him before the allotted time slot he was to endure. That was pure torture, he was one of the few handfuls who had survived both the transformation and the testing without going suicidal. To him this was just another version of his homeland. Russia. Although this 'homeland' was much more controlling, and it required you having to be placed in a DNA blender with an animal, they were very much alike. Everything was the same, suicide rates were high, and everyone, to his knowledge, secretly wished for freedom. Make the connections.
Aleksandr snorted roughly before pushing himself up on his elbows; the white sheets wrinkled beneath him and he was attacked by luminescent rays.

"Ve..." His Russian accent was showing through again.
The brightness, it wasn't natural for someone like him to have a shining sun light in his face. He was melded with the летучая мышь, the chiroptera, more commonly known as the fruit bat. He was a stalker of the night and yet they blind him with shining lights, and loud rummaging every morning. It was ridiculous. They should accommodate to their experiments better, and maybe, just maybe! There would be a drop in the number of suicides each week. What a discovery! The sarcasm was leaking through into his thoughts and Aleksandr wondered briefly if he would be able to sleep anymore, but banished the thought. He was already mentally awake, it would be only moments before he would be able to walk again.
It was still so bright, even after he had fully awoken. The neon light bulbs seemed to flicker over his head, but Alek knew they were not. It was a trick of the eye. Nothing was ever broken or in need of repair here. Even if one was...Aleksandr knew they wouldn't be here soon...All the failed experiments were killed, by either one of two people. Themselves or if they weren't quick enough the scientists would get them. Sometimes their method of killing was very cruel. It was one of the few moments Aleksandr was quite happy he was a successful experiment. Otherwise he may just be in a shallow grave, somewhere in the Rockies, with a tag stapled to his toe reading "1719."
That was his experiment number it was something he knew absolutely nothing about, even after being here for almost a year. He had guessed it was some kind of verification system, but none of his captors would confirm it for him. It actually annoyed him greatly that he knew nothing of it, but that was the life of a society ruled by, totalitarianism. He knew nothing, and they knew everything...
Sighing Aleksandr stretched his wings, they were a brownish-black, with red horns on the pivot point of each wing. Although the wings looked as if they were able to hold him alight, it was deceiving. Flying was much harder as a human than a bird. With his current muscle mass the Russian boy was only able to keep stable flight for about thirty minutes. He was still in training. Aleksandr guessed they hoped he would one day become a spy, but he knew his flight abilities would never improve. So once they knew that he guessed he would be sent to the lowest floor like all the rest, but until then Aleksandr would enjoy his luxury while he could.
Finally deciding the pull himself from the bed. Aleksandr pushed on the bed to land lightly on his feet. He need to wake up a bit before the testing. It was the drill he went through every morning. First; Take a moment to wake. He also considered this his 'mentally criticize the scientists' time. Second; Move to to recreation area. This place was built for birds and aquatic animals. Plenty of trees to glide from and a pool for the aquatic mixes. Third; He was sent into a lab, and tested most of the day. The whole schedule was all very routine. Like most of his life, but Aleksandr did not complain.
Figuring he could get a few more stretches in before he was whisked away by the nurses Alek linked his hands and pulled the lanky appendages over he head. He could feel his muscles loosening up and becoming more like rubber bands. The feeling washed over him and the man sighed in comfort. However he kept his one sky-blue orb open, something was different. This room...it used to be bigger. He scanned the small space he was enclosed in finding that there was only one thing out of place. A curtain. It had been pulled around another bed.

'Perhaps another experiment?'
Curious Aleksandr approached the curtain. He could hear the sound of liquid sloshing around with spitting, and the stench of gruel filled the air. How had he not noticed earlier? Sometimes he was too wrapped up in his thoughts.
Abandoning his stretching exercise Alek looked out the small glass window in the door. No one was watching him...and even if the security cameras catch him it could take minutes before anyone would be able to be down there to reprimand him. Maybe he would meet this new roommate of his. Stepping in the side of the room that was once his Aleksandr pushed back the curtain to find a girl she seemed to be spitting out her teeth. He could not see her face, but only a body under the thin sheet.

“Вы должны быть новыми...” He spoke in Russian again. He truly believed that he had forgotten the English language. Even so he wondered if his comment about her being new to the society was understood or even heard. Again he wasn’t sure if the girl was awake or asleep. Should he awaken her? It was all a mystery, but Alek decided to take a chance.
“Привет ... Могу ли я спросить вас зовут?” He sighed what if she didn’t know Russian? He guessed he could try English.
“Allo...Mey ee ask y-your na-name?” It was very broken and not at all like he had expected. He felt awful and he only hoped she could understand him.
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User ImageKieran looked at her fully, his eyes roaming over her face. He saw the show of difference to him and it bolstered his own confidence. He couldn't hep but notice her cuteness, but she was too far from the canine strain to be a suitable mate. I'm not looking for a mate! Not everything has to be about mates and territories! His instincts once more annoying him. He looked around the room, his eyes landing on any number of other experiments. A young man with brown hawk's wings, another young girl with scales of a crocodile along her arms and legs. But no, he had to get the noisy wolven mind. He looked back to the girl, Kiki. Even she probrably had a quieter animal instinct than he did. Maybe it was just his own personal curse.

"I've smelt you around here before. For quite some time. I'm surprised we haven't actually met before now." His ears kept moving, listening for anyone encroaching. Always on alert. It was not how he wanted to be spending his time, but there wasn't really anything more to do. She seemed uncomfortable with him so near, her unease radiating with her words and furtive looks. "I don't bite, much," he told her softly, a small smile playing on his lips to show he was joking. As a human, he had been a fun loving guy. College parties, drinking with his pack, er.. friends. Now he was this monstrous werewolf and people were uneasy. It wasn't his fault he was now a natural killer. He couldn't change that. So he tried to give her a better impression. More often than not, he failed.
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User ImageKiki still had her knees propped up, and her back against the wall. She looked over at him, seeing him almost made her cower back more. She was glad this room was filled with other experiments than just him and her, if that happened, she wouldn't know what she would do. Conversation with him wouldn't be easy for her.
Kiki had her ears pressed down, and her tail was still motionless. She was partially glad she was the quiet type, but most people ignored her, seeing she didn't want to start up a conversation. Or they would walk along and smile and say hello, and she would answer in a quiet voice, and they would only walk off. It wasn't her fault if she wasn't sociable enough, she had picked on and teased for years ever since she was little.
She then heard him saying that he didn't bite much, and she giggled softly. He might have looked mean and husky, but he actually seemed okay to her. At least he wasn't a total monster, but she didn't know that for sure either. Who knew what he could do to a person who got on his last nerve. That thought sent a chill down her spine.
Hearing him say he smelt her, made her feel awkward inside. Was that a good thing? And for quite some time? How long was that? She only nodded her head, "Me too" she said softly.
User Image Kiki giggled and Kieran's smile grew. If she could laugh then she wasn't too afraid of him. That was good. That was very good. His tail gave a small wag of happiness. Well, maybe he was on his way to making a friend. With her reply of 'me too' to his smelling her around comment, Kieran was flattered slightly. She basically said 'I noticed you'. And, with foxes less territorial, he assumed it wasn't in a bad way. Though her fear of him threw that in doubt a bit. Maybe it was as a predator. He realized the silence was growing between them and he cast around for something else to say. "Well you always caught my nose. You smell very good," he blurted out tactlessly. The fur on the back of his neck rose in embarrassment as he realized what he said. "I mean, for a fox that is." He winced slightly. He went from flattering her to insulting her. "But even if you weren't, you'd smell amazing." Very smooth. How freaking suave. Just shut up now before you continue to make a fool of yourself. That time, it wasn't a wolf instinct. That was pure human. If his ebony fur didn't hide his skin, he'd be blushing. Even still, Kieran's embarassment was shown in his eyes, fur and tail. It was rather obvious.
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Mopping while whistling when a man turns by Johny Cash. Regular looking average joe mopping floors, aware of experiments in plain view on the other side of the glass. Scurrying around fighting over walls and sections of flooring; damn jerks only made Richard's job all the harder. Tarring their own throats out, decapitating one another leaving blood feud messes scattering in every direction possible. He didn't necessarily hate the experiments, they just really pissed him off with their suicides and bullshit fight.
"Keep leaving me to clean your mess.... I'll get you all back."
Speaking in the forever known, slightly high pitched tone of voice, giggling as he did. Ball cap leaning down shadowing his face half way. The bright lights in the corridors really didn't mix with him, mostly because he slept whenever there wasn't work or other needs to be taken care of. Shiny stainless steel bucket swayed along plated floors when ever nudging it around with his mop, basically playing hockey for entertainment. Just as always there weren't many around who enjoyed the over exciting characters presence. Though some would be depressed when feeling alone and no one to speak with, Richard embraced this solitude with a smile.
Spinning randomly, dancing along with his mop, twirling side to side, sliding and grinding his feet while doing so, every experiment could see this random act of enjoyment. He didn't care, having fun on the job was what really mattered. Than again, they would probably wondering why a fifteen year old kid was mopping floors and dancing then stuck with them, killing each other for fun. Scientist often yelled and insulted Richard's constant positive outlook on life yet none could disagree it was best living without worry or fear. Even though his smart mouth got him smacked around by Nayl and his baton, experiments got good laughs when Richard bag tagged him when he wasn't looking. One of his prouder moments, even if his back was scared from shock marks after Nayl's vicious lashing. I'll put it in short terms, Nayl and Richard don't get along one bit. Big bad security gaurd and smart mouth janitor calling him a little girl didn't exactly mingle.
Catching view of Kairan's smile and acts of flirtation towards Kiki. Seeing Kairan several times when cleaning up sectors of suicides and murders over turf, he became some what knowledgeable of each experiment held up. Left leg spread openly across the platted flooring, right leg bent, mop held by one arm, suspending it as a salsa dancer would a woman. Quickly leaping forward, smudging his face against thick, very thick glass, he yelled out loud enough for Kairan to hear.
"Woah! Getting your swirve on!"
Laughing kiddish when speaking, he swung his arm in the air, rooting Kairan on. Though displaying an extreme act of immaturity, he meant well with hilarity. It wasn't unusual for Richard to interact with experiments..... And Nayl soon after whooping his a** around the freshly clean floors.

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