Experiment: Reflection (Open and Accepting)

[Chambered_Melody]

| Sateen ••• Rose ••• Alcomett |

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

Sateen's eyes were closed. Ture, the button wasn't being pushed, the electricity wasn't being pushed into her. But Sateen had never felt so weak before. She could still feel the electrical palus running though her, movig under her skin and though her bones. It wamred her, bit not in a good way. She felt like she was bunning from the inside out, slowly, a bunning that only intensified with each moment that passted. She felt like she was in her own personal hell. One made just for her. A personal pit of fire with her name on a banner above it so she doens't forget her own name. Before her heart was racing, now, it was slowing down with her small rest. Her breathing was weak, shallow. Her eyes were trying to stay open, but it wasn't working. She wanted to be sure she could see what Dario was doing. She didn't want him to have the advantige....Well, no more then he already had. She listened to his words. He made it sound so easy. So easy to just give in and believe what he was saying, then speak the words allowed. Made it sound so simple to just give in to him. But she didn't want to. Sateen didn't want to beleive that her sister. Her sweet little sister, the most pure person she knew, the only one she cared about as dead. She just didn't want to accept that.

Only, going over his words. She could hear everything he had said over and over in her head. Like a record player on repeat. "I really must say though I am sorry about your sister. We tried to find her head... but it was all smashed... and crushed... funny how she screamed your name, right as she was about to be hit. Like you would save her. Hahah, you couldn't.......It wasn't like you cared huh? What idiot would drag their sister everywhere? ......After all, you don't care about your sister. How could you be so heartless and cruel to just stand by and let her die?"....You admit yourself you were weaker than those men, so it was involuntarily your fault that she died. No? That makes it your fault. God, it's like the Lion King. Just because Simba was used for Scar's plans, kind of makes him involved for Mufasa's death!..." She could hear that loud in her head, almost covering what he was saying now. It was as if she was fighting to keep her life, fighting to keep the heavy slab of death from completley crushing her. Crushing and breaking her everything. Her will, her trust in herself, her very believes even. Her will. It..it was gone.

She knew once again it was comeing, but this time she didn't let herself get ready, she was to tiered to even think about anything. That, and Dario's voice bombing in her head so loud it made her ears hurt even. Dario pressed the button once more. Shock took place in her body, for five full seconds she lay there still, as if nothign was happening. After the five, her jaw locked again, and once more she was the pregnet woman again, grunting and wimmpering though her teeth, still trying to be strong, but her mask was cracking. Her fascade was beingundone slowly by the shocks that rippled though her every being. About half way though the minute, she just couldn't hold it back any longer. The burning was just to much. Her teeht continued to be tightly pressed together, but her scream came out loud and clear. A shrill blood chilling, spin shivereing scream that bounced off the walls and made it so Sateen herself could hear her sccreaming. Her head bnet backwards as she screamed. There was five seconds left in the minute, her screaming stopped and her eyes flashed open, but they looked like they were empty, there was nothing left in her eyes anymore.

When it was over Sateen's body wen't limp, completely limp on the table. Another minute passted but she didn't say anything. She couldn't, she didn't know what to think. Slowly, tears slipped down her gace again, mixed with blood that seeped with the tears. "Meine Schwester. Verzeihen Sie mir bitte. Ich kann nicht das mehr tun. Ich kann nicht." She whipered as her eyes looked up to the celing. Her breathing was weak but her heart was racing again, but it would slow down as it did the last time. "We should have kept walking for a little while longer. We shouldn't have stopped at the box car. I though it was too well placed, to good to be true for a shelter." Tears continued to run down her face as she spoke in a hollow voice of a whisper. "Oh God! I should have protected her better. I should have fought back. I should have.....Oh God!!....Its all my fault! I was the one who brought her out in the first place. Its my fault she's dead!!!...Its all my fault..its all my fault." Her eyes closed and her shoulders dropped with the 'reviliation'. And that was that. She was broken, she knew her words here true. "Your right...I must not have cared...I should have protected her better, if I had...she would still be alive...I should have...." She coulnd't finish her words, she was almost chocking on her own tears now. "I deserve to be here. I deserve to lose my live for allowing my sister to die, my pure hearted, sweet minded sister. After all I tries to do, I messed it all up...." She coulnd't speak any more. She just didn't have it in her to even want to live. She had killed her sister, and she knew it now.

[occ:: My sister. Forgive me please. I can't do this anymore. I can't. ]]

[Tom_Suke]

The night is here
There's no escape.
In this room
You sit awake.
But do not fear
My precious baby
For I can save you.
Just maybe.

.:Avalon:.

Some of the things around him were freaking out, and he backed away from them all until his flank pressed against a corner. Soemthing...sticky?
He pulled back, staring up at a trail of silk that he only seemed to notice, up and up.. He looked up at a large web in the corner, and....
There was this thing, a mix between a spider and...soemthign furry.... His jaw dropped and he quivered where he stood.
"A-aaah.....Ah...." His knees wobbled, and he almost fainted had he been on two legs. EH sat down on four, ears down as he crouched back, slinking a bit as he kept his eyes on the thing in the web that was chuckling, staring around like she was on top of hte world.
How did he know it was a she? Somehow, he could smell that the .....thing was female, and he wondered if she'd eat him or something-afterall, her web looked empty, no oone else was in this corner, whcih meant she either ate whatever got near, or they did'nt like her.. Eitherway, and empty web always meant a hungry spoider...and in this case, a hungry...thing.

[ooc: ick, so short...]

Your flesh is cold,
Your skin is bruised,
Your breathing's shallow,
Your blood is used.
But do not fear
My precious doll
No one can hear your call....

[Akia1354Chaos]

Dario Florencio

" It doesn't matter what you do in the bedroom as long as you don't do it in the street and frighten the horses.”

A twisted smile appeared on Dario's face. He leaned back into his chair and watched as the scene unfolded. He had won in his little game of deception. You just had to present a problem, and then the rest will follow. The standard element of Brainwashing. Make them believe in something that wasn't true. He hand gently placed the trigger on the island next to him and rolled over to Sateen. " Well that's what I've been trying to tell you. I'm glad you've seen my end of the bargain. Well, there is one thing you can't do. And that is die. You understand me?..... Sateen... was it? Yes..." he said glancing at her paper work. " You must atone for your sins here. I don't care if you see this as fair, you could hate my guts for all I care, but you mustn't EVER die. Death is the easy way out Sateen. Death is a cop-out. Of course it would take you to see your sister faster, you need to atone for yourself. For what you did to her. What is the point of all the bad people dying in this world if they haven't seen salvation? So thus, you must live. This is your cross to carry Sateen. Your burden. Your past. But things are going t be a bit different from the 'Lion King'. You can not put your past behind you. If you do, you would never or have ever, cared about your sister. So thus, you will stay broken inside. As your punishment. Sateen, what would you like me to do to you?" he asked leaning back with that devilish smirk.

" Since these are your crimes, I will ask you to name your own punishment. If they have a chance to kill you. I won't do it. Remember, death is the easy way out. And your sister would hate you forever if you never atoned for her death. So, Sateen.... name your poison?" he asked her. Dario was all giddy inside. He had her in the palm of his hands. When he said jump, she would jump. It was a lovely feeling. To toy with someones mind. You didn't need special powers, the human mind did everything for you. Once they knew that you would let them go, things always turned out in your favor. There were seven steps to brain washing. In the type of environment they were now. It was slightly easy to accomplish this. There are seven, exact steps needed to be taken.

1. Total Control
2. Uncertainty
3. Isolation
4. Torture
5. Psychically Weakening
6. Personal Humiliation
7. Certainty of Guilt

In a normal setting this would be very hard to orchestrate. HOWEVER, this was far beyond a 'normal setting'. Brainwashing had been done. It was all a matter of Resocialization. Would people believe you if you said, the Military technically brainwashes you? Probably not. But it's absolutely true. Resocialization had been done. Of course it's easier to work with them at a young age. They tend to have... what Tabula Rasa calls a 'clean slate'. They don't know any better, thus they tend to follow social patterns where ever they are. Quite simply put, you could easily mold children, faster than adults. Adults have free will, thus it makes things a little harder to work with. Still entirely possible, but harder to achieve. Still Dario had then jump on Sateen.

Total Control. This whole situation was total control. If this thought hasn't instilled in their minds just yet, then their daft! F.E.A.R. WAS total control! And in the situation Sateen is in, Dario has total control over her.

Uncertainty. This one was quite easy, as luck would have it. No child knows why they were taken. So put some lie there and you have uncertainty. Or in Sateen's case, she was drugged before her own sister was captured. Thus, she could not see and or know, that he sister was actually safe. Dario kept enforcing his lie, and Sateen became uncertain.

Isolation. This one is always difficult. In a normal setting, achieving this is hard. BUT in the case of F.E.A.R. it was quite easy. Guards treated the experiment like the animals they were, F.E.A.R. was in an unknown location and protected to be kept unknown, and most experiments all have this layer of doubt in them. With something. SO it was like a doubt convention. No one would know what became of Sateen's sister. Because no one would see her and or know about her. Thus, even they would being to doubt and sometimes possible see Sateen as the murderer themselves.

Torture. Ahh... nothing says brainwash like beating the s**t outta someone. All scientist love this one. This one is a gimme. So check.

Physical weakening. As much as their powers aren't physically weakening. They are fed an oatmeal like substance each day. It is tasteless and nobody likes it. Sometimes experiment will refuse to eat it and starve to death. Few cases but still they exist. Their diet weakened them, as it just keeps them alive and a tad bit plump. Experimentation is also weakening. Some require tedious exercises. Others require, death-like scenarios. Each weakened these guys. Which is why most experiments are given a week grace period between experiments. The newer experiments must be constantly tested (three days of rest in between, sometimes they only get one day) for their abilities or any faults. Older( older by means of their years at F.E.A.R.) experiments, can be tested less often. Due to the certainty of survival.

Personal Humiliation. Nothing says humiliating like, throwing an experiment naked on a table and people walking round saying how their a good experiment, not human or person. The transformation process WAS humiliating. Who wants to admit that they have fur or scales on their body, or that their skin tone is abnormal. Everything was a standard process.

Certainty of Guilt. This one depended on the experiment. Depended on how quick they would crack. Usually the shy, reclusive person, was.... actually harder to crack. The outspoken people, are easier. The proud people, took LOTS of time. Usually most children aren't proud. But when you meat a proud child, things usually take time.

Dario had all of his pieces together. He just needed Sateen to cooperate on the last part. Now, he would bend and mold her. Into a unfeeling super soldier. F.E.A.R.'s ultimate goal for each experiment. There was only two MAJOR problem with succesful brainwashing. Sometimes, you brainwashed them too good. And the other thing would be the development of mental problems. More commonly PTS.

No matter what you do on the stage
Keep it light, keep it bright, keep it gay!
Whether it's murder, mayhem or rage
Don't complain, it's a pain, Keep it gay!
People want laughter when they see a show
The last thing they're after's a litany of woe
A happy ending will pep up your play...
Oedipus won't bomb... If he winds up with Mom!
Keep it gay! Keep it gay! Keep it gay!

[Chambered_Melody]

| Sateen ••• Rose ••• Alcomett |

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

He had won, won in making her truly belive that she herself, had caused her sisters death. That it was her fault her pure little sister wasn't here now...not that she would want her to be here, but that she was no longer on this eath with her. She had failed in protecting her, broke her promise that she had made to her sister when she was born. I will always protect you, this world is crule and dangerous little sister. I'll keep you safe from anything. I won't let anything happen to you.... A tear ran down the side of Sateen's face. Her eyes cold as she remembered her very words that she whispered to her sister the first night she was brought home. And again each night while she was sleeping. It hit her that hse would never be able to say that to her again. She was gone, she had no one to protect. Sateen let out a small sigh when she realived, that she could feel a void in her. Something missing. All her life she had devoted herself to protecting that child, her sister. Now, suposibly she was dead, gone, nothing to be protected..nothing to devote her life to. She had no purpouse, no reason to want to live. What was the point? She had just killed her sister! Handed her over to death himself on a silver platter. Handing her over just like that, without a care in the world about it. "Welch der Punkt ist.." She whispered in an emotionless, lifeless breath after Dario told her not ot die. She didn't want to live. There was nothing for her here. No one to hold anymore, no love to share. Nothing.

Her head rolled slighlty while listening to Dario's words. Wimppering softly to herself as she fell deeper and deeper into a self misery. Her head twitched a bit as she listened to his words, as they dug deeper into her mind, sounding almost as if he wanted her to life. His voice was almost pleeding for her to live. But she still didn't see the point....You must atone for your sins here. Sateen had never been one for religion, so this didn't really make much sence for her, didn't give her any true reason to want to keep her heart beating, to keep her lungs breathing, her blood flowing. Sateen's body was nearly frozen in place, week and unmoving, her chest hardly moving enough to show that she was even breathing while he spoke. The main thing that would tell anyone that she was alive, her eyes, under her eyelids, they would be seen moving slightly, her dry lips twitching ever so slightly with almsot each word that Sateen would have wanted to rebel against, but there was no point to it, no reason to argue with him. Listening to him insted was causing her to understand what he was saying, what he was trying to do for her, that he was really trying to do. What he wanted to do...Helping me...why? She asked herself, but then understoon with these words more then any of the other ones. You can not put your past behind you. If you do, you would never or have ever, cared about your sister. And that was what did it. There was nothing on this earth that Sateen had cared more about. Her sister was her everything.

He asked her what she wanted her to do. She though about it for a moment. He was offering her anything but death, anything but what she wanted most. Her lips parted slightly as she took in a forced breath, it was still weak, but it was needed for her to be able to speak. "..Take...the needles...out." Though that was not what she said in her head, she wanted to say KILLMEKILLMEKILLMEKILLMENOW!!!. But what Dario had said stuck in her mind, also getting to the Lepered in her that wished for self preservation above all else first. And that included getting those ******** needels out of her so she could heal more. It was needed to heal a bit, so when she did take a punishment, she would feel it more so and last longer in it then in this state in witch anything might kill her...She figured she might have to explein this a bit, so she did. "I need..to heal. When I'm healed, the...punishment....it will be more..effective." She paused when she could hear herself. What was she doing? She shook her head slightly, trying to figure out her own mind again. Though Sateen was not proud, she was stubborn. Even in this state. She could feel something was wrong here. It was these words that got to her the most. Made her rethink about what she was saying. And your sister would hate you forever if you never atoned for her death. ....Hadn't she just said that her sister was pure, sweet, and the most kind person she had ever meet??...well, if not she was thinking it now.

If there was anything that Sateen could take pride in, it was the fact that she knew her sister better then her own parnets ever could. That she knew her sister even better then she did herself. She knew, knew, her sister wouldn't want her to hurt herself. No, her baby sister wasn't that kind of person, wasn't like this person here who was looking for ways to hurt her. Sateen had paused to think about things, though only taking about three seconds after thinking about what she had just said. Many things were going on inside her head at the same time. Dario's words, her own rebelious thoughts, and the thoughts about her sister, the seen from when her and her sister was being..taken..Something sparked in her mind, where it came from, she will never know. A determination, a spark of revenge even. Though she knew, she had cause her sisters death, there was something she could do to "atoned for her death". I "Train...me." She would trian, learn to fight and pretect herself like no other, then use her skills to protect others secretly when she got out of this hell hole. Dario had done what he though, was a good job at brainwashing. But like it was said in his post, a proud person was harder to break, but what he didn't state, was a stubborn person was even harder, or at least, diffenent when it came to a number that wasn't even concidered when making the list for the steps of brainwashing.

Number 5.5. Mental weakness. Oh sure, Sateen had givin into beliveing what she said she wouldn't only moments ago. So number one was taken care of. Dario was basicly in control of Sateen in a matter of speaking. He could easily make her do whatever he would tell her to do. She was a pushover when it came to uncertainty. Torture...enough said, though she lasted longer then most, it was because of her stubborness and will power. Physical weakness, Sateen had never felt so weak in her life, hardly able to move her own fingers for the fact that she wouldn't feel them. Personal humiliation..Well, Sateen never was one to care what other people though of her, that was going to cause problems for both Dario and Sateen. Dario because she would be harder to break in with that number, and Sateen because if she didn't break, Dario was sure to just go back to dear number four. Torture. Certinty of guilt. It was easy to see that Sateen felt she was guilty for her sister's death. That she was willing to do anything to make up for it. But there was still number 5.5. Mental weakness.

Sateen had a bad habbit of speaking her mind, it came with her condition. As well as anger issues. Sateen was sure that her sister wouldn't have wanted her to hurt herself, that wasn't going to change. If she was going to 'atone' for her sins, and for her sisters death. It was going to be in a way that her sister would aprove of. She would trian and learn how to fight. Sateen took in a deep breath before speaking again. "Train me like no other. Teach me how to become a living weapon. When I make a mistake, punish me. Punish me until I get it right. Make a coller for all I care. Shocking seems to work the best..." She paused for a moment before speaking again. "That is my offer on what I think I should do. If you disprove, well, there's not much I can do about that. I'm not a Masochistic in any way or form and I know my sister was not a Sadist....So, eaither take it, or leave, or shock me again until I give yout he answer you want to hear. Or, to save time, just tell me what you want me to say so we can both save me from more pain then I need...though, something tells me that you wouldn't really care if I was in more pain or not." She spoke her words fast, and she spoke then just as she wanted to. Though, it might be a good thing for Dario that she chose what she did. Revenge might serve him well. He wanted her to be formed into a soldier, and she had just basicly told him to turn her into one. The only thing he wouldn't know, was that is she could keep her head. If she ever got out of here. She would use her skills for everything that F.E.A.R was again, or at least what she figured it was against. She would help people, like a super hero...kinda. She would help her kind, her new kind. Experiments. At least, she would try to. If she kept her head straight. Something she would hope for, and something she figured Dario would hope against. It would be a war of will power and pigheadedness. Sateen would find out how stubborn she could really be. And Dario would find out just how much pian, Sateen can take in one day...though, Sateen wasn't looking forward to that part.

[[occ:: What is the point?

....if I should change anything in that I will. Sorry if it seems just like a bit of rambeling.......eh. ]]

[Akia1354Chaos]

Dario Florencio

" It doesn't matter what you do in the bedroom as long as you don't do it in the street and frighten the horses.”

Dario watched Sateen as he was asked to take the needles out. He was going to anyways, but he decided to do as she wished. He started to take them out, listening to what she was saying. It's so fun listening to a broken person. He finished taking all of the needles out as he looked her in the eye. A collar eh? How... ironic... Dario reaching into his lab coat pulling out a spiked collar, and he gently put it around Sateen's neck. " Well, becareful what you wish for. You just might get it." he said smirking. He actualy kind of smirked when she said exactly what he wanted her to say. With little differance but still, he would be very happy to take her in regardless. " Well, I think I could arrange that. Consider me you god. I can make life, but I could easily take it away. You will adress me as sir, or master. Whichever you prefer. I don't care which. I will let you rest for a while. But when I call for you, you had best be ready to work." He said, opening the door to grab the two guards waiting outside. " Take her back to the bottom floor. And one of you keep an eye on her. Please." he said, going over to his desk with her files. " Oh and 2302? What happens in this room, stays in this room... understand? Good." he said, going to muddle over paper work.

No matter what you do on the stage
Keep it light, keep it bright, keep it gay!
Whether it's murder, mayhem or rage
Don't complain, it's a pain, Keep it gay!
People want laughter when they see a show
The last thing they're after's a litany of woe
A happy ending will pep up your play...
Oedipus won't bomb... If he winds up with Mom!
Keep it gay! Keep it gay! Keep it gay!

[Chambered_Melody]

| Sateen ••• Rose ••• Alcomett |

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

With each needel that came out from her, her jaw and eyes twitched. A small pin point of blood in each spot. With each word she had said, she made sure she didn't look to his eyes. She didn't want to see then enjoyment out of this, if he was having any. When the needels were out of fists, they instanlty clenched into tight fists. Her knuckels, though flamed with the burning of the electricity, turned a nice white color, even to her chalky complection. She leaned her head away, turing it when she felt his eyes trying to find hers. He said she was alowed to hate him, and already, she did. Her eyes squinted slightly with the burning flame of hate for him. Already she wanted to start planing his death. Starting by finding everyone else who would want to hurt him, then work her way from there.

He spoke to her and she still refused to look to him. She could hear his hand as it reached into his coat pocket, she rolled her eyes, already figureing that his took her words literately. Of corse he did. Stiffening when his hand slig gently under her neck, his hands cold compained to her heated up skin, shivering when she felt something even colder being placed around her neck. A thin small spiked Collar was gently placed around her neck. The transistion from harsh and crul to gentel and understanding. She chuckeled under breath, "Yeah, who would ever wish for something like this though?" She spoke in a soft, soft whisper, one that would hardly tuch human ear's sound waves. Her fists managed to clech harder into tight balls, blood slowly seeped from her hands because her claws dug to deep into her palms at the time.

She almost held her breath when he started to speak about what he could aggange for her. Her breathing becasme angrered, he had just managed to break her of number six, personal humiliation. This was the lowest thing she could ever think of herself doing. Belonging now to someone like a little pet who's being trained to be the prize of the show. She chuckeled again when he said to consider him God. "I though you just told me to keep away from people with that kind of attitude." She wasn't meaning to sound rude...but she did, she was in pain, and he was the one who caused it, of corse she was going to be mad at him. Her jaw clenching again when he said for her to call him Sir or Master. Her fists released a bit when he said she could rest. His last wrods wern't as comforting to her as his last. She sighed some and held back tears and forced a hard expression on her face, one that yelled 'get away from me or I'll kill" kind of look.

She forced back a hiss when the two guards walked closer to her with emotionless faces and started to take off the metal bands that still held her down. The leather ones were long broken by now. Stiffly she started to move her body slowly, lifting her torso up slowly with her jaw clenched tightlyas she turned herself over so she could hopp off. When she did, she held back a scream, her knees gave out but she managed to catch herself on the table. She meaningly flinched back from the guards offered hand, she knew he would hold her's to hard. She heaved herslef up and started to limp her way out of the room that would soon become her hell hole. She rolled her eyes when Dario asked for one of the gurads to watch her. They both nodded their head then exhanged thoughful looks to one another. Sateen had a feeling that both would keep an eye on her. She stopped int he doorway, her hand digging into the door frame to hold herself upwards. She turned her head so Dario recived her profile, hating that she was called by a number, she nodded her head....-Sigh- "Yes...Sir." She whispered under her breath. Better to start this thing off right, the sooner she got ti all, the sooner she could work on getting out of this place. She turned then started to walk again, walking slowly and limping the whole way, but fast enough that the guards didn't push her to go quicker.

She leaned up against the back of the elivator, her shoulders dropped as she foccrced herself to keep her legs form buckeling again. Tears, slowly started to seep from her eyes. One of hte guards looked her over, noticed the little red dots all over her bodie. "Wow. He gave her shocks with needels...didn't even hear her screams..." One said to the other, not caring that Sateen heard him. "Probibly gaged her." The other one responded quickly. The first one though about it for a moment, giving Sateen a quick glance though she keep her eyes down. "Nah, he likes to hear the screamers. Makes him all giddy inside and s**t." The second one also looked down to her as well, she didn't even flinch. Her fists did clench again when he did though. The guard didn't say anything. The doors had openened. She walked stiffly though the 'cages' door, her head and eyes gazing down. She could feel other's looking at her. Some gasped and scooted away from her when they realized what was over her body, others inched their way closer. To distraced by the blood that covered her...well, small dots of the stuff that is. She found a larger clear spot before falling over, landing on her knees first then on her side where she curled up into a ball and hid her head. She didn't make a sound, but just lay there. She didn't rock bakc and forth or anything, she just held herself and took deep breaths, letting her body rest as much as she could.

[l Und3rc00k3d J3110 l]

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...So LoCk and LoAd mercenaries...

...I see the SmOkE from the hilltop...
...They march OnE by oNe...
...We BaThE in our own bLoOd...

+[The WoRsT is YeT to CoMe]+

Aleksanr watched the British girl in front of him carefully. She didn't look too old, probably much older than Alek himself. He had been shipped to this place when he was about nineteen. Of course this wasn't willingly, he had been kidnapped and stolen away without Aleksandr or his parents rights to have him given away to the place. This place that reminded him of what used to be communist russia, it wasn't funny. Alek also found it just a bit ironic that only a few years after he had been able to have his freedom these people with their experiments and scientists stole it away once again. Sadly enough Aleksandr knew that even if he did escape the place the general populous would not accept his existence. They would only laugh, stare, and create strange stories about how the half bat half human monster was brought to this earth. He would become an outcast like always. Like the fateful day he had been stolen away, even then Aleksandr wasn't too friendly with everyone else. When he had disappeared that one day he had only be in America a mere year, and his favorite place seemed to be the Waverly hills sanatorium. The place was supposed to be haunted, but the closest thing Aleksandr had seen to that was a window falling out of its frame on the first floor. He had guessed it was the wind, and truly believed it was. So everyday after school that was where Alek would hang out, until he was taken. In fact it was in Waverly Hills that he had lost all his freedom, but that was a story for a later time. Erasing the frown that had appeared on his face the Russain boy returned his attention to Sherly.
"Ommm A gret' Vhite shark you vay. Vuch more eenteresting Van Ee...And yes, Eet is a pl-leasure to meet vou to. " His smile reached his eyes and Aleksandr offered her a hand.
"Do you veed help g-getting up? And m-mayve you could go to ve trainin-g area vith me."
((ooc: Sorry for shortness, and lateness....Been feeling brain-dead lately. ^^;


EDIT: My computer is currently broken. (I'm using a school computer now...) I'm not sure when I will be able to get on again. I'm really sorry. =[ ))

[Chambered_Melody]

| 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

She looked down from her shadow covered web where the darkness covered her face from others seeing her. Rubbing her sore rists Siri watcched as experimetns came and went, smorking when the slightly...crazy one came back and crawled into a small ball, that amused her slightly. Sighing slighlty, knowing that she was goinv to leaver her safe web, Siri wanted to interact a little. Oh sure, she's normaly the solitar type, not wanting to be around anyone because they didn't interst her to much. Well, this wasn't normal. She touched her hand to the celing, letting some web catch to the wall before she slowly dropped herself back down to the floor. Some experimetns moved out of her way, others didn't want to move because they were in some kind of pain. A part of her wondered if she was going to be taken out like the rest of them, but she really hoped not. She wasn't found of pain. Not at all.

She looked around when she reached the bottom, fixing her dress a little. She paused only to wonder why she was still left in the dress. It was frilly but dark and matched her eyes. She liked anything that matched her eyes. Didn't matter what it was. Her long stringy legs moves swiftly forward to the girl who was curled up into a small ball. She knelt down for a moment, the girl hissed a bit. Something inside Siri told her to attack, she couldn't figure out what it was, so she shook it off. Without saying anything more, she rolled her eyes and started to walk away from the wimpering girl. She looked around, not meaning to, but listening to almost every little convorsation that went on in the room. She looked around, her head turing with her body slolwy. Her head tilted a bit to almost each of them. Many had fur and long ears and things like that. She looked behind her, looking to her own a**, she didn't even have a tail. She sighed; at the time, she didn't know about the other form. She pulled her hair over her shoulder and started to pet it, running her spidery fingers though her hair. A soft pur like sound rumeled though her, she didn't even realize it as it was happening until another experiment hissed at her. Her body froze as she staired at the cat experiment. Her lips pulled up and a firce ferrle growl came from her insitictivly. It was low only becasue of the Muzzle , but it was still loud enough that a few experiments heard her. Her hands were still in her hair, but they were in claws. The experiment scrunched and scooted back from Siri. She smirked and lighlty snorted to the thing before she started to walk again, looking for anyone she might relate with...well, it would help if she knew more about herself. She knew she was some kind of spider, she just didn't know what kind.

[[occ:: I'll make another one later for Sateen. I have to do homework.]]

[Tom_Suke]

The night is here
There's no escape.
In this room
You sit awake.
But do not fear
My precious baby
For I can save you.
Just maybe.

.:Avalon:.

[Avalon was under the web, unless she didn’t notice him? Ah, well....^^]]

The thing was crawling down, and the closer it was, the more he realized it was female. She dropped in front of him, fixing her dress all daintily...yet with hands thin and wirely, like a spider's legs...

HE shivered, his fur and scales bristling as she hissed at some of the experiments, who didn’t seem to like her... She went on with herself, stroking her own hair, and Avalon heard a faint purring before another experiment hissed at her.... Here he stared at her, his ears twitching at the sounds of her purring...She was content...and yet the others didn’t like her.

Curiosity replaced the fear in his eyes, and he sat up from his hunched position, his tail wavering-only to get stuck in a small corner of her web. He tugged a little, turning to stare back at his tail, giving it a flick, only it got tangled more.

Annoyed he turned, putting a paw on the web then moving to push and yank at his tail-the pad of his paw was against the wall, his fingers stuck to the web-his pad slipped and he mewled as he fell foreword, getting half his face and a horn lodged into the web. He struggled, raising a hind foot and scraping it, to back up, only he stumbled and somehow rolled into the web, getting tangled with a leg, half his face, and his tail sticking out. HE struggled, grunting a bit.

"Oh...great..." HE muttered under his breath, mewling a bit with annoyance, and a little out of desperation-wh...What if the spider thing tried to eat him?

That made him panic more and he struggled, only successfully moving himself to where he was upside down and stuck to the web with at least three layers of webbing over him, and only his tail, which somehow got free of it all, dangling outside and in front of his face, right at the hole where his eye could see, now it blocked his vision-he wasn’t sure if she'd notice him in his web, or if she was already there, sucking out his fluids....

Your flesh is cold,
Your skin is bruised,
Your breathing's shallow,
Your blood is used.
But do not fear
My precious doll
No one can hear your call....

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Shadows dance
And floor boards creak.
There you lie
Pale and weak.

[Chambered_Melody]

| 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

She had walked almost half way to the other side of the room. This would show anyone how cramped it was inside. Experimetns moved away from her, as if she was a lepper of some kind. Really, she looked rather awkward as she walked. Her legs far to long to be addiquite for anything but running. Her silver hair making her look aged, yet her eyes, bright, brilliant blue would mistake her for being younger then she is in reality. Her pitete body made it easy for her to squeeze her way though jail bars even. Something she found out when she was taken in for the night after steeling the dress she was in now -her faster parents bought it for her afterwards..before she ran away again...- But thoses were just her humaly features. With the new additions, her skin had turned from a tan color, a mixture of light coffee and toffy, to an almost sickly pale white, but with enough glow to it that it made her look almsot mystical. Her ears were slightly pointed, but not enough that it would be noticed right away, her teeth, sharp and more then dangerous, hidden by her thin lips.

She sighed after a few moments of walking and watching from the corners of her eyes as the more feline experimetns backed away from her while the canine growled at her when she passed them. She never flinched away, she didn't have a need to. She just wanted someone she could talk to. Someone who she might concider a friend. This was indeed a lonely place, but a place that someone would think there would be more acceptance for the soul puropuse of comfort. It seemed that Siri, wasn't alowed to share in that comfort...but someone was alowed to share her web?!?!

Srir stopped in mid step, froze for half a second before slowly turning around. Her eyes were closed for a moment. She was feeling something warm, something that tingeled all around her, moving around her skin like electricity, but not the painful kind. Her head turned so she could listen. Oh...great... She could easily hear someone speaking in the corner that she had made her first web, it was messing and slightly out of hand, but it was a nice web for her first time. She stopped and stared when she had turned fully, looking with slight interst to the thing that was cought in her web. An instinc took over, her small thin wrist moved upward, aiming to a spot close enough to the web that she would land on it, beside the creature experiment that was cought within it. She shoot her web and then another that would alow for her to be shoot and flung over to her web. She was shoot over, looking not clumbsy at all, but graceful. Her hair pulled away from her face just in time to not get cought in her own web as she landed directly in the upper corner, just insches away from Avalon. She shook out her hair a bit before pulling it back into a tight knot in the back of her neck, using a sleather string she pulled off of the shous she wore.

Not looking to him yet, Siri took in a breath to strady her thoughts. She was to try and not think like the spider she figured she was. She sighed a bit, oh but how his blood would taste so good. So much better tehn that tasteless glop that she was given earlyer. She forced a soft smile to her face, looking more like a smirk then anything. She lifted her hand, touching the ciling, then started to easily crawl on the wall, as easy as if she were crawling on the floor below her. She stopped when she was over Avalon. Chuckeling a bit. I've always wanted to try this. Having seen this in a move about a boy who was bitten by this super spider, Siri made sure that there was webbing on the celing, strong, and able to hold her weight. She could feel the webbing in her wrists as she slid downeards, upside down until she was face to face with Avalon. She tilted her head a bit while she looked to him for a momnet. "Why are you in my web?" She asked in an innocent kind of voice that could make someone think that she was up to something, or at least, hiding something. She blinked a few times while she waited.

[[occ:: No, I'm sorry I didn't notice him. Also, Siri's not furry in any way...not unless she's in her wolf form in witch she has yet to learn how to do.]]

[Akia1354Chaos]

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 gently took his hand and stood up, instantly reailzing why her cloths felt tight on her. Sherly was around 5'2"-ish when she last checked. Her family were pretty nicely sized people. Her dad was 5'6" and her mother was 5'5". When she got up, Sherly realized she wasn't 5'3" anymore. No, she was around 5'5". It was around three inches but she felt the differance. Which is why it was odd to her. She looked to Alex and gave a weak smile. " Er, thi' migh' be a silly question... but wha's this trainin' area?" she asked, glanceing around the room. Why didn't she notice this guy before. Oh, yeah, there was a screen sort of thing covering the room. She thought this room was pretty small. Now, she knew why.

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

[Tom_Suke]

The night is here
There's no escape.
In this room
You sit awake.
But do not fear
My precious baby
For I can save you.
Just maybe.

.:Avalon:.

At first he couldn’t see anything, and suddenly he felt gold. Not physically cold, even though he was, but like...a shiver went through his spine. The slightest twitch of the web had him panicking and struggling-she was on it, wasn’t she?!


His tail moved and he saw a glimpse of one of her legs before it vanished from sight, and he hyperventilated until she appeared again-over him and close, very close. He gurgled in surprise, wriggling a bit, and at the question, he didn’t think.
"O-oh this is YOUR web?! I-I had no idea, heh heh... I mean, of Course it's your web and all, I really, REALLY didn’t mean to mess it up-it's really pretty-err, was, and I'll make it up to you somehow-not by eating me, but um....ah...." He couldn’t think of anything else, slowly trailing back on his words, and in the little prison his ears folded down.

"....Please don't eat me?"


HE asked softly, swallowing a lump in his throat and staring up at her with violet hues.....Now that he looked at her, she looked both young and old, mysterious....Somehow, she.....didn’t seem as frightening, in his mind... HE ignored the instinct shaking him, telling him to run... He leaned foreward, and sniffed at her, blinking a bit before sneezing lightly.

Your flesh is cold,
Your skin is bruised,
Your breathing's shallow,
Your blood is used.
But do not fear
My precious doll
No one can hear your call....

[Chambered_Melody]

| 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

She was still in the corner when the strange experimetn started to struggle in her web. It was strange because hse could feel the vibrations, feeling it all around her and in her mind. She knew that he was struggeling, not becasue she could see him moving around, but because she could feel it though her web. She moved around a bit, looking at him..it was a him right..ah well. She looked at it from many angels. She then crawled on the wall and brought herself down, upside down, using her web, so she was dangeling right infront of him, looking cool and colected. She jerked back a bit when he gurgeled and wiggeled. Siri blinked when he answered her question. She paused for a moment before speaking. "How could you have known it was my web. Anyone in here could have been mixed with a type of spider. I just happen to figure it out first...I think.." Her words trailed off. Her voice, serious, inteligent, but not harsh. It was more of a matter of fact tone, but with a friendly feel to it. She chuckeled a bit when he said he'd make it up to her, "Somehow-not by eating me.." Finding his words amusing. A warm smile came to her, warm, but looking still as if she was hiding something....She tilted her head a bit more when his ears folded down. She wondered why he did this. She wondered a lot more then she did before. She was more, curious.

She blinked once before her eyes got wide with a slight odd kind of taritorial, space protection kind of thing, this happening soon after he asked her not to eat him. A small growl escaped her lips when he came just centimeters closer to sniff her. Her teeth barred for an instant, though they could hardly been seen though her Strang and slightly matalic Muzzel. Surely however, the threat was registered. She shok her head quickly, once she realized what she had done and her humanity returning to her. She felt her hands slipping. Gasping, she fell downwards at the same time he sneezed. Her hands slipped on her own webbing, fearcfully clenching her hand she managed to move herself upright so she fell on her butt rather then her neck. Landing with an 'uff' as she bounced backwards. She paused for a moment while she collected what was left of her pride, or at least what little was left. She froze in her spot before she remembered that there was someone in her web. Slowly, she lifted her head, with a horrified look upon her face. "I'm so sorry...I-I don't knwo where came from." She spoke ernestly. Her head hanging down before she heaved herself up and then reached out to her web. Easily she moved her long fingers around Avalon. Moving around him yet not even touching him, just gracing over her own web. The Web would start to 'snap' around him. Releasing him instantly. "..And I'm not going to eat you...Though I will be honest and say that your sent is sligtly arousing, there are some better in here. And I wouldn't want to hurt anyone I didn't have to...I'm not a monster you know." Her last words were silent, but loud enough that he might hear her. She was evaluating that statement. She hardly know what she was now. She hopedshe wasn't a monster.

[Akia1354Chaos]

Isabella Leocadia

“What you leave behind is not what is engraved in stone monuments, but what is woven into the lives of others.”

There was a small ball of fuzz in the corner of the huge room. Well, not so small. She was quite the normal size, but a bit stocky. A very soft fluffy tail giving a small twitch as it moved, showing the face of Isabella. This face used to be the envy of Phoenix. Isa used to be a nice dark tan, with wavey black hair. She was takened when she least expeted it. She was getting some food for her familia. In fact it was pretty good food. no like the crap they gave out here. Fried platanes, yellow rice with re-fried beans, churros. Oh just thinking about them made her mouth water. What would she give for some rice and re-fried bean with potatoes and platanes. Her mouse like ears gave a twitch as she opened her eyes and glanced around lazily. Really, because all of the fur, she looked bigger than she should. Like a fluff ball. But, if she got up and moved around the fur was just a disguise. If she ever got into a pillow or fluff factory, no one would know she was around... well... if the fluff was gray that was. Her eyes traveled over to the girl that just walked in. Oh, Isa was a curious little chinchilla. Yes, the combined her with possible one of the biggest rodents on the planet.

She used to be in an exotice pet store and see them all the time. At first she hated them. But now, she grew to love the furballs. She got up to a sitting postion on her knees and stretched, giving a soft yawn. She then silently crawled over to glance at the girl. Testing it looked like. Dario was in here early. Was this his most recent testee? She just shook that thought out of her head, Dario was possible one of the cruelest bastards here. With Pierce and Seth on top. Seth because he did the dirty deed. Pierce... well, because he was the begining and ending of at this place. Possible the only nicest person Isa knew was Rose. Isa's tail twitched as she watched Sateen. Unaware of who she was.... oh yeah, that was the girl that was having a hissy fit earlier. They took her sister too. How sad... If they ever took Isa's hermana's y hermano's, Isa would give them hell. Just like this chick would. Isa looked down to her pocket as she took out a stale peice of bread. Rose had given this to her, and it was so small no one noticed it. And it also helped having all of the fur. You could barely notice. She gently nudged the girl and showed her the bread. " Come on, Chica. You need to keep your strength up. Otherwise you will not surivie in this place. Comer, it will help." she said gently, not trying to alert the others. A small Spanish accent noticeable in her words. Food like this was a rare treat. You had to be careful.

I'm kinda pretty, and pretty damn smart.
Thanks!
I like romantic things, Like music and art.
And as you know I have a gigantic heart.
So WHY don't I have, A girlfriend?!?!
********!!
It sucks to be me!

[St_Evisser]

Lijah Nayl

Another minute ticked by, adding to the time I had been standing outside the man's door. Already my knees were locked up, strained from the 'attention' pose I was forced to take up. The higher ups liked the display, but it was completely ruined if you had to snap to attention when you heard the doorknob turn. So I stood, back rigid, knees locked, eyes straight ahead, waiting for the man I was to escort to the experiment's holding floor. Even with my extensive training, I was restless, swaying from side to side minutely in a sort of trance, the tip of my sword's scabbard barely brushed the wall behind me, the velvet soft sound the only thing keeping me focused. It was my tether to this position. Otherwise I'd surely be leaning against the wall, weight on one leg or the other, thoroughly unprofessional. Not exactly becoming of a guard at FEAR. For what seemed the hundreth time, I ran through my assignment once more. This was my first time escorting this man. A reward for my exemplary service in the last riot. Rumor had it, the man had requested me personally. I was, after all, one of the most skilled guards in the facility. The doorknob turned and my swaying stopped smoothly as if it had never started. I stood perfectly as the door opened, like one of the British guards outside that palace. Perfectly stoic.

His name was Mr. Connor Arlington. Mr. Arlington was almost as high ranked as a person could be in FEAR. He was a member of the Board, and a fairly senior member at that. Balding at the ripe old age of fifty-something, Arlington wasn't impressive in the least. His belly was a tad too big, his neck just slightly too thick, his eyes lacking that power stare that such men as Dr. Pierce possessed. He was fat, wealthy and in power. But oddly enough, he had a heart. Even for the creatures below. Now, it wasn't that I didn't care for them, they were my meal ticket after all, but I had never seen them being outright abused. Violence was used on them when they got out of hand, and I had dealt swift justice on many experiments that had tried to attack. Arlington wanted more for them though. He was blinded by his ideals. He thought, if they were given all the freedoms in the world, they would stay. Even I knew different. The experiments wouldn't cooperate for a simple test. Why would they be expected to return if let outside. Dr. Pierce kept them under lock and key for a reason. Arlington was trying to change that.

"You don't have to stand there like a statue," Arlington said to me in a deep voice. Sure it was a warm voice, the words spoken over a hearty chuckle, but still it nagged at me. This man had no business in, well, business. He was too charitable for the hard reality. It was amazing how his word carried any sort of power over the head doctor of FEAR. But Dr. Pierce was bound by regulation, just as I was. "Of course, sir," I replied, my shoulders relaxing only enough to show consent. My original assumptions put me off to the man, and it would be nigh impossible for Arlington to regain any status in my eyes. But, I'd do my job. "In your own time, Mr. Arlington," I said as I gestured down the hall. The single elevator that would lead to the bottom floor was situated in the center of the complex, and we weren't far from it. We were far from the bottom floor though. Since Arlington was on the Board, his living area was in the first ten floors. Ten stories into the Earth. That was nothing in the mile deep facility. Arlington gave me another chuckle as he walked down the hall. "You really should relax Mr. Nayl. It's not good for you to be so high strung." I fell into step behind and to the left of him. "Please sir, just call me Nayl. 'Mister' is not required." "Very well, Nayl. We have stop to make before we see the experiments, however. I wish to bring Dr. Sigmund with us. I have heard nothing but bad things about him. I wish to set him straight. This place is bad enough without dogs like him prowling around as well." I kept my mouth shut. It was the first sound thing I had heard from the man. I wanted to add a hearty 'hear, hear', but again, professionalism. Dr. Sigmund was a dog.

Arlington knocked on Dr. Sigmund's door a short time later. Well, short for travel in this facility. Fifteen minutes worth of walking and standing in elevators. Arlington seemed bound and determined to strike up conversation, oblivious to my reluctance. I layered my answers in formality and stiffness but still the man didn't get the hint. And I had thought this was going to be good for my career. Arlington opened the door without waiting for an answer and found Sigmund with a woman, a guard no less. She had been drinking, no doubt with Sigmund's encouragment. Behind Arlington's back, I gave her a scowl. She had a job to do, and it wasn't about sipping gin and tonic with the perverted scoundrel. Arlington boomed a laugh. "Seth! My apologies for interrupting. I was just about to take a tour of the holding area to check on the experiment's well-being and would like you to join me." An invitation from a board member was an order, no matter the wording. "You can of course bring your lady friend along if you wish." Well that explained it then. That was how Arlington had gotten his power. He knew the woman was a guard and in his pleseant manner, he had just rebuked her and voiced his low opinion of her. Atleast, that's how I heard it. If he could criticize in such a 'kind' way and make people ashamed of themselves, well, he had a powerful tool at his disposal. That might be why the government appointed him to the Board. Still, I thought he shouldn't be a part of the project. Oh well, it was just my opinion.