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High-functioning Hellraiser
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 Posted: Wed Sep 08, 2010 1:05 pm
::WANTED::
Running time: Now -18th [9PM EST]
Prize: Custom Raptor Patient
Gender: Your choice
Stage: Teen or New Patient
Rules:
All entries must be your own and your own work.
You may only have ONE entry.
You may edit your entry as many times as you like until closing.
Post all entries here.
Story:
The day was going as planned. All the failed experiments were all locked away in their metal crates and being boarded on to the truck which would transport them down to The Asylum, as it was ordered by the Government, and obviously "agreed" upon by the Doctors.
However, one such experiment, one of the raptor trio, was not so fond of the idea of being packed away and dumped off like trash. Somehow, in some way still unknown to the scientists and security, she/he managed to escape from his/her crate and is now running loose around the building, or somewhere around the perimeter...
How it works:
Your job will be to either draw up a wanted poster, or type out an alert message to warn all staff that the raptor is on the loose, so everyone must remain on high alert and travel around with caution.
Details for the poster:
A doodle or image of what the experiment looks like
General description. [Raptor species, Height, weight, eye color, hair, skin, markings, ect]
Just any little messages you want. [Approach with caution, ect]
With the poster please post a story about how he/she escaped from the crate and what he/she is currently doing at the moment.
For the message:
Obviously type it like a high alert message.
Include a detailed description of the escaped experiment. [Raptor species, Height, weight, eye color, hair, skin, markings, ect]
Just any little messages you want. [Approach with caution, ect]
With the message please post a story about how he/she escaped from the crate and what he/she is currently doing at the moment.
Notes:
It is Raptor as in the dinosaur, not the bird. The Dinosaur.
What is meant by "Failed" experiment is up to you.
They either don't live up to what the Government wanted, are out of control, have emotions, personality or mental issues, phobias, whatever.
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Posted: Sun Sep 12, 2010 9:40 pm
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OOC --
Character Appearance:
Dark reddish-pink eyes, dark gray/black sclera
Long and messy black hair with slightly blue-tinted tips. Falls a few inches past his shoulders + usually tied at the end
Wears a pair of garnet stud earrings
Winged arms, legs (small wings, though), and a long feather-tipped tail.
Usually wearing winter clothes, or long sleeves/pants. He tries to hide what he can (pretty much impossible with the tail and the arm wings, but he can hide the ones on his legs somewhat)
He has been mostly spared from having his skin change from it's original tone, but he has brown feathers growing on certain parts of his body (most noticeably beneath his eyes and on his ears).
Other Notes:
His name (probably important, fff) is Jianyu
Colors/designs based off the Microraptor
Story:
(SO I typed this up, and it got way too long. Then I realized that's because I added so much unnecessary history, lmao. OTL I cropped it out/changed it a little and stuck it here in tiny font because I didn't want to get rid of it altogether, but do feel free to ignore it since it wasn't asked for. OTL The part replying to the little prompt is below the tiny-sized paragraphs)Jianyu had a lot to be upset about -- the past couple of months (or had it already been a year? He couldn't tell anymore) had been nothing but suffering. He had been taken from his home -- from his family -- and thrust into a place where experiments and medication became a part of his daily life. At first, he barely noticed the results of the experimentation, or rather he was trying to deny that his body was changing. The little things, like his soft brown eyes gradually turning a reddish-pink, and the faintly blue tints that started appearing at the tips of his hair, he managed to ignore. He was even able to disregard the blackening of his sclera. He found that, as long as he didn't look in a mirror and see affects of all the testing, he could go on pretending that he was still normal.
That was until one morning where he woke up to find something feathery growing on his arms. On closer inspection, he found that similar things were growing on both of his legs and -- to top it all off -- the bump on his tailbone (that he had passed off as the result of him falling the other day) had grown longer, looking decidedly...tail-like. Once he noticed these, he couldn't help but watch as the things on his arms and legs grew more wing-like each day, while his tail (it was impossible to live in denial now) had become several feet long. While he never showed it, especially not in front of the scientists, the experience of watching himself change and not being able to do anything about it traumatized him.
And after everything that he was put through, he was suddenly informed today that the experimentation had been a failure. He wanted to interrupt and go, "No kidding, Sherlock" and point out his goddamn wings and tail, but he stayed silent. From what he gathered (which wasn't much since he instinctively tried to tune them out whenever they talked to him), the splicing of his genes and the Microraptor genes hadn't gone as they had planned. He was in a state where he still looked very human, but at the same time, had appendages that no normal person would have. Then they blabbered on for a while about genetics and recombinant DNA, before they abruptly informed him that they were sending him off to the Asylum. Disposing his ordinarily impassive facade, Jianyu began to protest -- he had heard bad things about that Asylum -- when he felt the familiar p***k of a needle in his arm. All he could do was curse -- curse at the scientists, the Asylum, and himself for being so careless -- before his vision began to blur and darken.
What a lovely day. The birds were singing, the sun was out, and he -- a freak of nature (or "failed experiment" if you wanted to be a little nicer) -- was stuck in a gray building, ducking behind whatever he could to avoid his pursuers. All this crouching was really beginning to take a toll on his poor back. Then again, he would much rather temporarily sacrifice his comfort rather than allow himself to get caught -- there was no way in hell that he would let anyone drag him to the Asylum, not without one heck of a fight.
He had already been quite fortunate that whoever had stuffed him into his crate hadn't been very careful with ensuring that he would have to stay in (though they did succeed in making him very uncomfortable). While the crate's lid had been closed and the lock had been slipped through the latch, it was currently dangling open. When Jianyu had managed to catch a glimpse of this through the cracks of his crate, he knew that escape wouldn't be an impossible feat -- difficult, perhaps, but possible. That simple sight filled him with new found hope, and at once, his mind began to formulate a plan
First, he held perfectly still and held his breath, listening cautiously for any voices outside. Hearing no one, Jianyu knocked loudly on the side of his crate and waited -- still no response. Either someone was ignoring him, or no one was guarding that area at the moment. Either way, he would have to risk carrying out his plan now, or else he wouldn't have a second chance.
Bracing his hands and feet on the sides of the box, he began to throw his whole weight to one side, and then the other, attempting to create a sort of rocking motion. It was definitely a lot harder than he thought it would be (the movies were obviously exaggerating) but, just as he was beginning to tire, he felt one side of the box lifting off the ground. Gritting his teeth in determination, he threw himself one final time against the side of the box, his stomach tightening with a sense of alarm as the crate tipped onto it's side with a loud slam. This followed by the lock slipping out of the latch, clattering to the floor.
The young man pushed the crate door open slowly, his gaze darting around wearily. Then, seeing that no one had come to investigate the sound, he climbed out, taking deep, gulping breaths. The air out here, while not really "fresh", was certainly much better -- and much more plentiful -- then the stale and meager amount he had been breathing in in the crate. For a moment, he just wanted to sit there to rest and gather his strength, but he knew that he had no time for that.
Moving behind a row of small boxes, he crouched down to ensure that the top of his head was hidden. His first priority right now was to get out. More than anything, he wanted to go back home and check on his family -- dear god, he hoped they were okay. He wondered if they had been worried about him after he disappeared as, when he wasn't dwelling over the terrible changes that had come over his body, he was wondering if they were safe. What if the scientists took them too, and he didn't know? They would probably leave his mother, since she was older and weaker now, but his little brother...
He shook his head, trying to clear his mind of these thought. Later, he told himself, He could think about this. First, he needed to get out of there. Reaching behind him, he picked his tail from off the ground, holding it like how someone would hold a wedding veil. This would help him be a little faster, and right now, mobility was incredibly crucial.
As he was about to move and duck behind the next set of boxes, he heard a scuffle from beside him. Jerking around, he swerved his head to stare in the direction of the sound, but all that met his gaze was one of the boxes he hid beside. Had he imagined it? -- No, there it was again. On closer inspection, Jianyu realized that the child-sized box had a lock and a latch as well. The truth hit him at once, and he felt his stomach tighten with horror as he turned to stare at all the other boxes. All of these...did they hold creatures -- no, people -- like him?
A large part of him wanted to find the key to these locks, to help everyone here escape. However, a smaller and more logical part of him pointed out that there was nothing he could do right now. It urged him to leave, to find his family, move away to another city, and maybe inform the authorities there. They could probably do far more than he, an exhausted, malnourished nineteen year old, could right now.
Balling his hands into fists, his nails dug into his palms as he forced himself to look away from the crates and turn his attention back to his original plan. He would find a way out of here, escape with his family, and then come back to help everyone else once he knew his mother and little brother were safe. He had to get out of here.
"Wha -- hey! How did you get out?! Someone, alert the guards! Quickly!"
And that time to leave -- his only chance -- was now.
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Posted: Mon Sep 13, 2010 5:40 pm
Warning messege
(Oc Description in message)
Warning, warning to all staff!
Please do not panic, but be on the lookout for experiment 3A. This experiment was meant to be a sniper fighter, reject due to these causes. Wild, uncontrollable, unpredictable. 3A is very dangerous if seen do not approach. 3A is male a member of the raptor family in the Velociraptor branch. 5’2 he is quick and despite looks he is strong weighing 62 Kilo’s.
Left eye a mint green with the pupil a slightly darker of the same color, his right eyes a muddy red again the pupil is of a slightly darker color; but pupils of each are vertical as a cat’s. He has silver hair and a pale pink skin color. All along his body are tiger like stripes of a bright light blue coloring. His ears will remind you of and elf as will his soft features in a baby face, do not be deceived!
3A has sharp teeth and long curled claws on his fingers as well as his legs; a due claw is also on his ankle fully possible as a thumb. This is extremely dangerous he kicks it can slice open your stomach. A long tail it packs as much power as those legs but it can cut simply with its whip like tip. The feathers of this tail are a soft pastel purple a bunch evenly set down both sides of the tail about forearm length to and down. The feathers can expand opening and closing and if you see them fan out stop moving. Similar are the feathers that are around the length of a finger and a half on the outside of his arms, then on top his head are more. Normally flattened when lifted they form a crest. A warning sign when their up you have his attention and will like be injured or killed. 3A’s sight is not the best; he works on sound and smell.
Staff we repeat do not approach do not attempt to catch 3A. This is being handled by experts, if attacked do not kill 3A further studies will be done on it. Please for your safety watch and make sure to avoid at all cost.
Story
There was no time in his life Chirin did not feel pain, at a young age he was sold to labs for testing and in time he grew to be something less than human. He was taught nothing and as he grew older he did not even speak for he did not know how, he could no more read either. Really now it doesn’t too much matter what you don’t have when you didn’t ever know you could have it. So he was trained to fight, a sniper he would be on the battle field. Expendable, fast. He was one of the many projects for living weapons. They didn’t count on him though, his body changed to light colors where they wanted dark; and he did not simply listen and wag his tail like a dog. So now he was useless and drugged again he was thrown into a crate like a bag of rice. White coats, they were stupid. He had long gotten use to the drug’s and his body fought them, and so as his crate was closed and the white coats left to fetch another of their so called useless projects he moved and shifted looking out the small air holes.
He knew where he was going; all of the projects did when they were not to poorly a failed job and killed but shipped away. He had no wish to go however, none at all. So looking through the small holes his sharp eyes took in the lock. It was a simple design, a latch made to easy open and close but to keep something like a dog inside. He was no dog, though not taught anything of usefulness for something like this Chirin flattened his tail feathers. Like plunging a knife he pushed it out and twisted it around till he curled it tight around the latch. Jerking it he found, did not get him out. Soon he tugged twisted and pulled and as frustration mounted he grinned flashing sharp wicked teeth. The latch had moved, he had pulled it up then pushed it to the right. Keeping it up he jerked it to the side and finally he watched as the crate door slid open with the creak of wood long worn. The crate was little bigger then to let him go on his hands and knees, he was glad when he climbed out of it and out of the trucks back.
The few projects awake enough to see him kept quiet, they knew if they called out they would get him caught and if he tried to let them out he still might be caught. A silent rule, help only if you can. Wearing no shoes his sharp talon like claws on his feet dug into the ground and Chirin puzzled by this looked down. He had never seen this, the smell was new to and looking up he saw large blue and some shiny thing that stung his eyes. A sudden noise of white coat feet his crest lifted high spanning out before he took off in a run. While running Chirin leaned forward, a degree impossible for humans but his tail was his leverage and stuck out whipping side to side setting him right. He had never run before, this was new and the feel of the air rushing past him and through his hair and feathers was simply the best thing he had ever felt in his life. He didn’t know where he was going but he soon ran right into a wire thing but unlike the one where he was kept when he touched here he felt burning pain.
Screaming he fell back his tail beating the ground. What had that been, had it bitten him? Crest high he shifted on his feet his eyes wide and alert. He was no fool, rather than touch it again he looked across the green long things and finding a stick he tossed it watching sudden bright lights flare before the wood caught fire. Seeing fire he took a step back and then another. He knew what that was, it burned and hurt. They did that to his feathers on his leg,s they had burned it a long time and they never grew back. Alarmed he turn and started running again but far more blindly as alarms went off and some animal sounded while white coats shouted in anger and he even heard fear. He understood what white coats said, he just didn’t know how make those sounds back. He knew they were looking for him, so he ran more not knowing he was trapped and only a matter of time he would be caught and sent to a place no one ever left.
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Posted: Mon Sep 13, 2010 8:27 pm
 (Click on the poster to see what it looked like before she found it.) Clarifications- Human x Euronychodon hybrid - Long, light 'hair'. This stuff is slowly being replaced with long strands of filoplume- the feather material that sits between down and flight feathers in some birds (and in this case, small dinosaurs). The crest on her head is where the filoplumes have started to come in. - Slit pupils with bright green irises. - No wings, but she does have patches of feathers growing in on her shoulders. - A mouth packed full of excessively sharp, narrow teeth. - Extremely lightweight, due to an exceptionally fast metabolism and bones that are becoming lighter and lighter over time. - Ridiculously narrow fingers, tipped with long, usually painted, claws. - Officially considered a failure due to being a manic-depressive killing machine when she was designed for cleaning up battlefields. Story: (Sorry it's so long, but I couldn't not give some history!) As she fiddled with the padlock, the youngest of the raptor group sighed to herself. Doctors. They thought they were the only smart ones here. Well, she'd show them! She'd ruin their party. She didn't understand why she had to be in a locked metal box to go to the party to begin with. Was it a surprise party? She grinned to herself, hoping to utterly ruin their surprise. Screw their party- quite frankly, they deserved it for what they'd done to her, starting with the bunny. Amelia didn't quite know how she got to the facility, nor what she'd been before. Her memories began with the bunny, which had been... months? ago. She was bad with dates. Anyways, the bunny, which was the start of her whole plan, had happened, and that was what was important. She'd been led to a room, a small room with metal on the walls and a thick sheet of glass for observation. There were doctors on the other side, taking notes. The orderlies roughly thrust her into the room, throwing her to the ground, which is where she stayed quivering until she caught its scent. The bunny. Which had been placed there for the sole purpose of evaluating her killing drive. Whatever test they'd given her that day, she'd passed. Violently. So violently that there hadn't been enough of the poor thing left for her to eat. The doctors didn't know what to think- Euronychodon wasn't supposed to behave like this. She was supposed to have the panicked mindset of a small scavenger who took no joy in killing. They did get her half-right: She'd cried for the little rabbit, trying miserably to piece together what was left of its hide. Something inside the little raptor girl snapped that day. She was, as the saying goes, mad as hell and not going to take it anymore. When the orderly came in to retrieve her, it had gone... badly for him. She didn't really like to think about it. There wasn't much about her past she enjoyed pondering. And so, she returned to the present where she had finally popped the lock. There! These nails of hers were useful for something besides painting! A good hard kick and the front of the box flew forward, landing with a clang. Amelia winced; she'd wanted to escape quietly. Noise attracted them, y'see. She leaped down, crouching on all fours and sniffing the air. Odd reaction, that. She surmised it was all part of their great experiment. That... thing... they were doing to her. The reason they were throwing a party? Had they finally succeeded? Grinning ruefully, she rose to her feet, wiping her slender fingers on her jeans. Well, this was one success they'd have to live without. But... what to do now? She didn't really have a plan for the future and only had a vague idea of what she wanted to do now. She couldn't go back inside; they'd catch her in an instant. Too many locked doors, too many people. She had to be extremely careful- the shadows and hard-to-reach places were her new domain. A distant footstep caught her ear, so she ducked behind the small shed nearby, dragging the severed box side with her. She watched, green eyes wide with fear, as an orderly climbed into the truck and drove off, taking the party supplies to their final destination. She nearly lost it when another came by a few moments later, seemingly running an errand. If she wanted to keep her nerve, she would have to get someplace she'd be invisible. As fierce as she might seem, the little raptor was still quite an innocent inside. Naive, really. Deep down, she still wanted to trust the doctors and their aides, just like she had when she was a child. She considered for a moment turning herself in or letting them catch her. She'd probably be punished, but wouldn't she be in more trouble if she stayed out here and made them chase her? Thinking about it, Amelia realized she just didn't care anymore. She wouldn't have escaped if she did. And so, a hiding place was necessary. As soon as that truck dropped its cargo, they'd realize she was gone- if not sooner. She needed to move quickly. And what better place to hide than right over their heads? Though there was no direct way up to the roof from the outside of the building, a quick shimmy up a tree and a mighty leap onto a ledge made it a quick fix for the girl. The roof itself posed a bit of a problem, though. It was mostly flat- there were many places she could lie on her belly and still be seen from the ground. Of even more pressing concern was the doorway near the ventilator stacks- this, she knew, could only lead down into the hospital. She thought about tampering with it, but she knew any noise she might make, be it dragging, scraping, or pounding, would carry through the building. This was why she knew it'd be a bad idea to hide anywhere near the ventilation system. Ducts were only wide enough to hide people in the movies, and hiding in an exhaust vent would be dangerous. A fan might kick on or she might get stuck... she'd come too far to die on a roof. She found a place hidden by some pipes that occasionally belched foul-smelling smoke. The pipes were hot- she had to be careful not to touch them- but they provided some cover. Hunkering down between them, she pulled her knees to her chest and hugged them tightly. Silently, she watched and waited, thinking about what her next option could possibly be. She'd evaded them thus far. How could she continue? ... A few hours later, the situation was looking grimmer and grimmer. Gone was the caution-tinged intellectual triumph from the afternoon- it'd been replaced with an ever-growing sense of dread. A thought had gripped Amelia's mind, and it was not a pleasant one. Escaping from the box had been easy. Too easy. The doctors, as much as she hated them, were smart, and there were a lot of them. And so many of them seemed curious about what she could do... they were always experimenting, always probing, always researching... What if this had been a test, too? Were there security cameras up here? Were they watching her every move? Was there somebody waiting on the other side of that door, lying in wait until it was time to pounce? She'd find out soon enough. It was getting dark, and with the dark came cold. Soon, she'd have to carefully open that door and go inside... And God help her and them when she did.
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Posted: Mon Sep 13, 2010 10:18 pm
 WARNING...WARNING...THIS IS NOT A TEST...PROJECT ATROCIRAPTOR HAS ESCAPED....WARNING...WARNING....THIS IS NOT A TEST...PROJECT ATROCIRAPTOR HAS ESCAPED...PROJECT ATROCIRAPTOR IS MALE AND STANDS FIVE FEET TALL. HE IS LIGHT AND EXTREMELY AGILE. DISTINGUISHING FEATURES INCLUDE A TWO AND A HALF FOOT TAIL ENDING IN A PLOOM OF PALE SALMON AND SOFT GREEN FRINGED FEATHERS. ALONG BOTH WRISTS ARE PLOOMS OF MATCHING FEATHERS. ON HIS UPPER LEFT ARM IS AN UNFINISHED TRIBAL TATTOO. HIS SCALED FEET END WITH TWO LARGE CURVED CLAWS. PROJECT ATROCIRAPTOR RIGHT EYE IS GREY WITH FLECKS OF VIOLET. HIS LEFT EYE IS REPTILIAN IN NATURE AND COLOR... PROJECT ATROCIRAPTOR IS NOT TO BE APPROACHED ALONE... CLICK....... SCREEEECH.... CLICK... "Oh yeah that is right people I am free. You want to send me to some asylum? Ha then I'd like to see ya try and catch me!"Revanta Clotaire aka Project Atrociraptor had been one of the three raptor test had been locked up for transport. It seemed for various reasons all three of the raptors had been deemed failures. In Revanta's cause it could be that just as he had fought all at the lab his DNA has fought and rejected most of the combining of the recovered atrociraptor's DNA. A failure? Like hell I am a failure! he thought, "You boys want to see failure..." A smirk crossed his lips as Revanta tossed the keys to his cage up into the air and caught them. "Pretty stupid not to feel these lifted off ya eh?" Wail he had been struggling and carried into metal cage his skilled hands had lifted the key to the lock from one of big men who had dragged his sedated and yet still struggling body into his transporter. Thankfully they had been transporting each of the raptors one at a time to The Asylum. Revanta's cage had been the last one scheduled for relocation. This had given the drugs enough time to wear off enough for him to remember he had the swiped the keys. Maybe it had not been a good idea for the government to take a known thief and mix in a bit of atrociraptor also known as the "cruel thief". A quick click of the key and he was freed from his cage. Though he was still a bit groggy Reventa made his way away from his cage. With a few swift kicks from his legs he broke the limb off a table by the door. It was not a bat like he liked to use but it would do. With weapon in hand it was time to make his escape. WARNING...WARNING...PROJECT ATROCIRAPTOR HAS ESCAPED... But first to disengage the warning alarms!
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Posted: Fri Sep 17, 2010 1:28 am
Pic was seriously way too big to just post. ^_^' Sorry. Just lick the thumbnail. 
"So we are tranqing them? But where are they going?" That was Joeson. Asmos could tell his deep vibrating tone anywhere. He had that super deep voice you imagined a really tall and heavy black guy to have. You know the type. One of those guys who stands outside the popular clubs with a tiny clip board pinched between his meaty fingers as he growls at you 'Yer Not on the List.' while not even looking at the clipboard. Because he just knows like some psychic that your really not one the list.
"Not on the list. Not on the list." Asmo had hissed to himself in amusement at the time. Joeson amused him. He was actually a skinny old white guy with a eternally scruffy chin. Despite the strict warnings not to feed the experiments, Joeson slipped him a chicken nugget from time to time. That was why he liked him. That was why he gave him the least amount of trouble.
"Not like it matters, but some asylum." The second voice replied. That was Trendy. Trendy Sue. Her real name was Susan, but she was always caught up in what was the newest fad. "Sheeeeep." Asmos had hissed and scratched the floor in agitation. Trendy was a b***h. Trendy was evil. Trendy never looked him in the eye no matter how he tried to catch her. Flirty b***h. Always smelling so warm and welcoming, but acting cold and aloof. Ooooh he loved the smell of Trendy, but whenever he tried to get close enough to enjoy her feminine scent he got a dart jabbed somewhere by her. Flirty b***h.
"Huh. Well that's not vague at all." Joe grumbled and Asmos heard the outer door of his cage scraping metal on stone. He turned his violet eyes to peer at the opening expectantly. It had not been feeding time, and the change in the routine had his head feathers rising. "Why are we shipping them out?"
Joeson's voice lost the whisper. Asmos knew it wasn't because of him they were whispering. Someone else had been outside the door. Asmos had scented them briefly, but they had left too quickly for him to identify them.
"Well, the reason varies per subject. Zero Zero Three has suffered too much of a deficiency in intelligence.So we are going to start over." Trendy said as the door opened wider. Asmos paced on the other side of bar's that separated him from the doorway. He wasn't unintelligent! Just because he refused to follow the instructions ordered by the scientists...and perhaps he purposefully acted out a bit...and he had stopped talking so much. He wasn't stupid.
"Deficiency of Intelligence...sure it has nothing to do with the fact he loses focus every time a girl walks by? We could always keep 'im around like a pet. Our mascot." Joeson joked as he looked carefully across the way. He watched Asmos as he paced, and he waved a hand at Trendy. "He's agitated. Better make this quick." He warned her.
Joeson always knew how to read him. Probably because he was the guard that dealt with him the most. Asmos gave him the least amount of trouble after all. Asmos flared his arm wings out and made a soft hissing sound as he faced Trendy. His actions gained a amused chuckle from Joeson.
"Hardly." Trendy replied as she checked a small dart gun in her palms, then very carefully lifted the gun to aim at him through the bar's from the other side of the room. "If you want a pet get a dog Joe. Zero Zero Three is too dangerous to let wander around. As I recall your the only guard he hasn't tried to take a bite out of."
"Or Peed on." Joeson added with that wide grin of his.
"Not on the list!" Asmos had hissed in answer. By this point and time Joeson and Trendy were used to his completely unrelated comments. That was why they didn't check what they said around him. He supposed this did not help counter their claims on his mental regression.
Trendy squeezed the trigger on her dart gun while ignoring the two 'men' in her presence. Asmos had long since learned not to try and avoid getting shot. It tended to lead to the scientists shooting him wildly, and hitting him in a painful place as a result. If he stood still and let her hit the place she was aiming, it didn't hurt as much.
Asmos heart the tiny metal 'tink' as the dart clipped the side of one of the bars. A second later, he felt the dart lodge in among the feathers of his tail. However...there was no bee sting pinch that usually came with it. Asmos had looked down and seen the dart pinned between the feathers.
"There. That will knock him out for a bit. I'm going to get the transport cage." Trendy spoke to Joeson as the old male started to close the door. Asmos had realized that the dart had hit the bar of the cage. In turn, it had tilted the dart at such an angle that, when it did hit him, the pointed tip did not pierce the scaled skin underneath his feathers. His feathers had then kept the dart in place.
He wasn't stupid.
Asmos had lain himself down a few minutes later and half closed his eyes. He carefully controlled his breathing so it was slow and deep, as if he were asleep. And this was where he was now. Waiting...quietly listening.
What was he thinking he could do?
~Your going to get yourself killed~ Dios whispered in his head.
No..No he was not. He was going to be careful. Asmos ignored the alien like voice that had been plaguing him these past few months. He wasn't crazy. He wasn't schizo. He wasn't possessed.
~No. Your just talking to yourself.~ Dios taunted him
Asmos found it easier to ignore Dios when he heard the sound of steps and wheels out in the hall. He kept still and continued to control his breathing despite the fact his heart had begun to race. The door opened and a pair of men wearing such thick cloths that he could not catch their scents through the treated leather entered the room. One pointed towards his head while a third wheeled a small metal cage into the room.
"Secure him, put him in the primary cage, then roll it into the crate." Trendy directed from outside the room. Flirty b***h. Asmos wanted to hiss his thoughts at her. But he had to keep still so they would still think he was sleeping.
One of the men knelt by his head and started to slip a muzzle over his chin. The urge to bite those fingers was nearly overwhelming. His instinct was to attack the males surrounding him, but he was able to control himself to a small degree. Once the muzzle was slipped over his head and secured in the back, the two men began to lift his small form and carried it with less care then Asmos liked. He waited...waited...the two men carried him past the cage he had been living in for years now it seemed. As they came closer to the main door and knelt to start shoving him into the cage, Asmos whipped his tail out. The movement successfully knocked the male holding his leg's off his feet and aided Asmos in regaining his own feet. Both men released a shocked cry of alarm, as Asmos had figured the would. The one who had placed the muzzle on him was lucky that he did not have the time to waste tearing the muzzle off to bite him. Instead he raked his hand claws at him, the bone white protrusions cut easily through the top layer of his protective clothing. Sadly he smelled no blood, meaning he did not harm the fool. Asmos turned to see old Joeson in the process of pushing the door closed on him. This was why he had to wait till they brought him closer to the door. Asmos leaped nimbly over the crate they had meant to lock him into, and threw himself against the door's wide side. He heard Joeson grunt as he was knocked back, and Trendy's shrill demanding scream.
"Shoot him! Shoot him!" She screamed.
"Flirty b***h." He hissed, though the muzzle made it sound more like 'Furty Itch'. Asmos shouldered the door open a few more inches and darted out the opening. he was out! He was out! He..
~Gun~ Dios murmured into his head. Asmos darted to one side of the hall, just in time to avoid getting shot by a dart. He leaned forwards to lower his torso to the floor as he tore down the hall and around a corner. Another shot came, but this one...this one was no dart gun! That was a actual gun!
~Well what did you expect? You just got loose.~ Dios was laughing in his head as he ran through the halls randomly. He needed to find a place to hide. No..He needed to find a doorway out. As Asmos ran blindly down each corridor, he caused random personal to jump against the walls to get out of his way. They were lucky he was too busy attempting to escape to bother with them.
Out.
Out.
He needed to get out. He needed to get.
~Roast beef!~
Asmos dug his talons into the floor as he dug in to a quick halt. His head snapped up as he inhaled a deep breath through his nose. His talons lifted up and he dug at the muzzle about his mouth. His head feathers flared up in his agitation until he managed to get his claw's under the clasps on the back of the muzzle. It took him a few attempts to manipulate the metal clasps, ever since his hands had changed to resemble some movie monsters claws instead of his true human fingers he had found holding things to be difficult. What made it hardest was the loss of his thumbs really.
With the removal of the muzzle, Asmos was able to work his jaw and formed a awkward smile. His lips had split back unnaturally far and his jaw had moved upwards a bit to allow him to open his jaw a bit wider. Now that the muzzle was off he turned to look down the hallway where the scent was coming from that had caught his...no...Dios attention.
All thoughts of finding a doorway or exit from the facility was lost in the sudden urge to find the source of food. Asmos trotted down one hall, paused to sniff once more, and unerringly tracked the smell to the facility kitchen. He found himself, for a moment, thwarted by a damn doorknob. Asmos clawed at it in frustration. Without thumbs he could not get the know to turn, and his agitation rose with each passing moment. The feathers on his head flared up as he gave a deep throaty hiss. He took a step back, spread his arms wide and gave them a flap. Using the upward motion of his body being lifted, Asmos kicked out with both of his feet at the frustrating door handle. His tail aided in keeping him stable, and he was rewarded with the door slamming open before him. It was only the door to the kitchen after all, not into some secure section of this damned science fair of misery.
Asmos trotted into the kitchen proudly. A single cook was present and unfortunately for him he was between Asmos and the scent of the meat.
~There! Behind him! Drive him away!~ Dios urged him. Asmos did not argue with his mental distraction this time. Hissing and clawing at the floor, he sent the poor cook screaming for the door. Getting at the roast beef was far more important then chasing the male away from -his- food. With a happy little churring sound, Asmos began to claw at the various pots and cupboards. Food! There was food here! Feeling far more excited then he had been when he had first escaped from his cell overcame him as Asmos got busy doing the most important thing he could think of at the moment, gorging himself!!
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Posted: Sat Sep 25, 2010 10:13 am
CONGRATS Kaiyumi!
Please fill out this form and PM it to Ririka. This is to make sure what you want him to look like is 100 percent correct.
[b]Owner:[/b] Kaiyumi
[b]Patient Name:[/b] Jianyu
[b]Gender:[/b] Male
[b]Patient Stage:[/b] [Teen/New Patient]
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