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X x __ compos M E N T i S Captain
Quotable Conversationalist
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 Posted: Sat Sep 25, 2010 10:19 pm
ℓux jøycε вяyαηт
analytical abilities тнε нεαят ίs duмв, αηd тнε нεαят ίs вℓίηd
xxxxxвuт ί тнίηκ yøu’ℓℓ fίηd тнαт тнε ℓøяd ίs κίηd
xxxxxxxxxxαηd ί pяαy yøu’ℓℓ cнεяίsн тнίs тαяηίsнεd øffεяίηg. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------  She woke as if from a nightmare, breath coming to her lungs as if they had been starved. Her eyes shot open and she was immediately blinded by the lightening, and then by the lack of color. The room was white, literally. The walls, the floor, the ceiling was smooth, seamless white. The only sound was a heart monitor. It sped with the realization. A thousand questions slammed through her mind.
In a breathless moment, her life story started to put itself back together. This wasn't normal, this was like no place she'd ever been. Was her baby alright? Where was her boyfriend? She jerked a hand toward her stomach, as if to plead for her unborn child to give her some sign that he lived. Her arm didn't budge, but rather bit against the cold of a metal cuff. The heart monitor raced.
In her panic, she closed her eyes. Just a dream, she told herself. She counted to ten and listened to her heartbeat slow, after a couple of seconds of ignoring the heart monitor she managed not to hear it at all. Reluctantly, she opened her eyes to find that she saw everything through a green film. Numbers pooled at the edge of her vision, and a cross-hair marked the center. Suddenly, she was seeing the world through Sam Fisher's night-vision goggles, or through Iron Man's helmet.
Her eyes passed over the equipment, the cross-hair seemed to send information flashing across her vision, pooling at the edges, flying toward her brain. The heart monitor was new, probably she was the first to use it. That was judging by its cleanliness, its obvious lack of wear. The thing she was lying on was a tray of sorts, an autopsy table. Undoubtedly, it was made of steel or some similar metal. The cuff's weren't the strongest. They were attached to the cookie tray by way of a couple of links of chain.
The door opened and closed, sealing perfectly back into the wall. Through the door stepped a man. The cross hair locked onto him, gathering information in floods. Sixty-eight inches, probably one-fifty pounds. Early to mid-forties, average build with only mild athleticism. He was wearing a lab coat and slacks. Something in her brain told her that she could take him. She'd always been particularly opposed to violence.
"O-oh, you're awake." He greeted her uneasily, as if that wasn't supposed to happen. Rather than run straight for the door, he headed over toward the machine, eying her warily. "Do you know your name?" She was compelled not to answer. "Do you know where you are?" He cleared his throat awkwardly and walked towards the table, his hand fishing in his pocket before bringing out a little flashlight.
Her vision flashed red, like a warning light and she moved before she thought to, twisting uncomfortably and bringing a foot up to slam the man in the chest before reeling back and catching the security card as it fluttered, hanging from the lanyard around his neck. There was the crack of bones, and then the snap of the band breaking. It landed just within reach.
She grasped it triumphantly, feeling it was best to save her guilt for later. With much maneuvering, the card slid into place in the cuff, locking for a moment there while the security code was read and her wrist was released. The second was easier. Finally, she looked down the length of herself. Her stomach was flatter than she remembered it, and that wasn't a good sign. She looked no different than she remembered herself, excluding her stomach flatness. She grabbed a handful of the tubes strung in and out of her and gave it a fierce jerk, they came free, spewing their contents onto the floor. The heart monitor flat-lined, and an alarm sounded. Her name was Lux, though at this moment, she wasn't even sure of that.------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ xxxxxxxxxxвuяηт sίℓvεя, вяusнεd ℓαvεηdεя øffspяίηg
xxxxxвuяsт fяøм мε ωнεη fίяsт ωε κίssεd
yøu нεℓd мε, quίεтℓy α яusн puяgεd мε øf мy pαsт
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Posted: Mon Sep 27, 2010 7:11 pm
  .s.h.a.p.e. . .s.h.i.f.t.e.r.XXX XXXXX● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ●XXXDarkness, and almost complete silence enveloped a small room in an unknown place. Atop what felt like a large metal table, a young male lie. He had been awake for a while, but had only now calmed himself into just laying there and waiting for something to happen in his favor.
XXXSo far, it felt like he had been staring straight into the darkness for days, but it had probably only been about half of one since he had first opened his eyes to this inescapable nightmare. The first moments he had been in a complete daze; waking up and seeing nothing could do that to a person. He would have guessed he had gone blind at that point, except that there was a small dim glow coming from under what looked like a door, and he could see that.
XXXThe relief in knowing his vision wasn't impaired was minimal, especially when he then tried to get up from where he had been laying only to find he was bound down. A sickening terror flooded his body as if it had been electrically charged and injected into his blood. The male began to fight the hold upon him, which inevitably caused the heart monitor behind his head to spring to a fast paced life.
XXXThe "beep" "beep" of the machine was alarming, and it put a little more perspective into "where" he was. The only thing he needed now was the "why". Despite all of his questions, he kept fighting the bindings to his arms and legs.
XXXThe movement caused the random wiring attached to him to move around. There seemed to be more cables then the ones for the heart monitor and that was about when he began feeling like a lab experiment. Especially considering, physically - aside from a painful hunger and thirst - he felt fine. No hospital would keep him just because he had a severe case of the munchies.
XXXWhen fighting for an escape wasn't enough, the youth resorted to finally calling out - although, he was slightly worried exactly who it was that would be answering back.
XXX"Heeeellllllooooooo!!!!" He hollered, giving it a minute to see if he could hear anyone coming for him. When nothing happened, he tried again. "Helloooooo!!!! Look, it's time to change my catheter bag, and I really need to scratch my nose! Can someone help me out here!?"
XXXThat time seemed to work. Footsteps were heard coming from somewhere on the other side of the door. It was a moment before the slab finally opened and a light was turned on.
XXXThe florescence of the illumination burned as it hit the male's retinas. If he really hadn't been blind before, he was going to be now. His eyes seized shut of their own will in protection against the pure light, though he wished he could get them to open now. He needed to see where he was. He needed to know what was happening to him.
XXX"Oh, hello. You're awake I see." Came the confused, mid-toned voice of a man who was moving to the youth's head; where the heart monitor would be. He had to wonder what was making the man feel so unsure, especially when he wasn't the one tied down and incapable of movement.
XXXThe male slowly began the attempt of opening his eyes. At first it was difficult. The light stabbing like a knife in his sockets, and only cause his tear ducts to do their job of blurring any vision he was gaining. There was a lot of blinking, before he was finally able to make out the current world around him.
XXEverything around him was completely white. Everything. The only thing that seemed to contrast was the man who had entered the space. As he came around, into the young male's view, he caught a glimpse of the guys dark brown hair - and he looked... human. Thank god for that.
XXXWith lack of believing he would get an answer, he asked a question anyway. He needed to understand what was happening, and he needed the knowledge now. "What's going on?" The frustration and confusion in his voice was obvious, but this, at least, didn't seem to discourage the man in any was.
XXX"Oh, don't worry. We're taking good care of you here." He informed with a smile before pulling a pen light out of the breast pocket of his lab coat and flashing it in the youth's eyes.
XXXThe male groaned. Like he wanted more light blinding him!?
XXXHe was pissed now, especially since the guy wasn't answering the question. In irritation, he blurted another question. "What am I doing here?"
XXX"Just go to sleep. I'll be back in a few hours to check up on you. Like I said, nothing to worry about. You're safe here."
XXXYeah, right. The youth sure as hell didn't feel safe. He was being treated like a lab rat, and he wasn't even able to move. Obviously there was a reason he was restrained, and he wanted answers.
XXX"Look buddy, my dad is a really powerful guy, and if you don't let me the ******** out of here, your a** is going to be toast." The young male started trashing against his bindings again, this time with much more aggression in the struggle. Still nothing would budge.
XXXThe other man, just looked at him, sighed, and pulled out a syringe - which he injected into a line hanging somewhere off the I.V. machine. "Sleep."
XXXThat was when the young male lost the fight. His whole body numbed quickly before his vision grew dark, and he was asleep again. He didn't have any concept of how long he was out, but when he awoke again, the room was shrouded in a familiar darkness.
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X x __ compos M E N T i S Captain
Quotable Conversationalist
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Posted: Mon Sep 27, 2010 7:58 pm
ℓux jøycε вяyαηт
analytical abilities тнε нεαят ίs duмв, αηd тнε нεαят ίs вℓίηd
xxxxxвuт ί тнίηκ yøu’ℓℓ fίηd тнαт тнε ℓøяd ίs κίηd
xxxxxxxxxxαηd ί pяαy yøu’ℓℓ cнεяίsн тнίs тαяηίsнεd øffεяίηg. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Lux promised her that she hadn't hurt him that bad, after all, she was a girl. She kicked like a girl. The security card bit into her palm, and she made her way carefully across the room and searched for the door, as she had seen it part from the seamless wall when the man, probably a doctor, had entered. Reluctantly, it pulled away. The white-on-white decor continued passed the room and into the narrow hallway, she heard nothing, besides the alarm. There was now way she was going to just wait around to be found, but the stretch of doors before her was daunting.
On the door through which she had just stepped was a numbered, it was a long one but as soon as the cross-hair passed over it it was committed to memory. 00807960314, and beneath that: Bryant in capital, bolded letters. Only a couple of doors away was a similar number, and Archer. Lux pulled the door closed behind her and headed toward the next, maybe someone else would know something more than she did.
She was felling entirely too calm, considering the situation. Maybe it was shock, or maybe it was just the fact that panicking was no good to her, not right now. "Hysteria is impossible without an audience." Quickly, she pushed the door open, almost ready for someone to be standing directly on the other side, maybe with a knife. No one. Somehow, she wasn't as relieved as she should've been. Quietly, she slipped inside and closed the door behind her.
The room was dark, hers had been lit. Maybe it was only a case of someone forgetting to turn them out, but some paranoia in her told her that it was to stay concealed. Hesitantly, she called out into the darkness. "Hello?" Her hand groped for some mechanism for returning light to the room and she flicked it on only to find that the second flash of the light was no better than the first.
It was a guy, probably roughly the same age as her. There didn't appear to be anything odd about him. At least, not yet. She walked over, brushing the security card on her tank top, as if she thought fingerprints might render it useless. "My name's Lux."
She introduced herself hurriedly, as slid the security card, just as before. The cuffs opened with the whir of machinery. "You wanna get out of here?" She asked, though it didn't sound much like a question. It didn't occur to her how she must've looked. One eye luminescent, complicated circuitry barely visible beneath the artificial white of her eye. Rather than a pupil, she seemed to have the thin white lines that faintly resembled cross-hairs.
The guy, he seemed like he was taking his sweet time, but Lux had every intention of being gone before who the alarm summoned whoever was supposed to respond. That one guy, she told herself, was luck. She didn't want to have to count on luck again, not if she could help it. Especially when this guy seemed almost somewhat incoherent. As soon as her eye passed over him, it was shooting information again. Probable height, weight, BMI, stuff like that. Also, as before, it came into her mind: could she take him? The answer was: probably not. And why would she want to pick a fight with a potential ally?------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ xxxxxxxxxxвuяηт sίℓvεя, вяusнεd ℓαvεηdεя øffspяίηg
xxxxxвuяsт fяøм мε ωнεη fίяsт ωε κίssεd
yøu нεℓd мε, quίεтℓy α яusн puяgεd мε øf мy pαsт
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Posted: Tue Sep 28, 2010 1:54 am
.s.h.a.p.e. . .s.h.i.f.t.e.r.XXX
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XXXThere are five steps to dealing with any major loss. Of course, what was no longer there was the freedom, once enjoyed so frivolously, by the male laying on the cold table. He had gone through them all in the time since he had awoken after he had been drugged:
XXXXXX● Denial: He went through a short lived period of truly believing he had just not woken up from a really weird dream. Or that even maybe he had been pranked by a friend. There was also that idea that maybe he had done drugs while he was out partying last night, and come home, pissed off his dad, and now he was in a strange form of detox.
XXXXXX● Anger: For about an hour or so he seriously realized that this all had to do with his dad. Why else would that doctor guy earlier not take into account the threat of being, well, tattled upon. If his dad was the instigator of this whole thing, that meant the doctor was just doing what he had been payed to, which was to keep the son detained until all as well again. This really pissed him off, and he vowed to kick his dad's a** as soon as he was out. Which meant he planned to change his name and leave town. His dad would have a good reason to hate him then, wouldn't he.
XXXXXX● Bargaining: His anger was short lived before he began calling to anyone to just get him out of this situation. Isolation was beginning to take it's toll on him, and he couldn't take it much more. Though he didn't believe in a god, he called out hoping the omniscient entity would answer back. He even started calling for his dad, saying he would give up the partying, women, soccer, anything to just be free.
XXXXXX● Depression: The inevitable sorrow set in. Of course, being a man, he refused to cry, even in this sort of situation, but he couldn't help but feel as though the world had beaten him, and that he was being punished.
XXXXXX● Acceptance: Which is what led him to calmly accept what fate had dealt him. He was now reserved to the idea that he was not leaving where ever he was. He wasn't sure what was going to happen to him, but what was the point of trying to fight what you can not?
XXXThat was when things seemed to turn around for the better. Although seeing the silhouette of his soon to be savior though the light that flooded in though the hall could have convinced him otherwise. He would have guessed her to be another doctor at this point - and seeing that he had already decided he wasn't going to fight what was happening to him, he wasn't going to struggle anymore. She could poke him and prod him all she wanted.
XXXThe lights were turned on again. Jayden groaned. God, if that was their form of torture, then well played. He couldn't take much more of the lights.
XXXAnd then a voice came out of the woman that had joined him. A simple greeting, but the sound was sweet, despite how tired she sounded. It was weird, but for some reason she didn't feel like a threat. Not in the same way the doctor from earlier had. What was more, was the fact that when he could see again, he noticed the woman was in a scrubs similar to his own. She was a patient?
XXXShe looked to be the same age as he was, and actually, despite the fact that she looked like she was in a hospital, she was very pretty. Now, normally Jayden would have been all over her in the attempt of taking her home for the night, but the situation wouldn't allow it. No, he would act like a gentleman if he could, though, generally speaking, for him that would be the greatest challenge.
XXXThe male watched as - Lux, as she called herself - used a plastic card of some kind to free him from the shackles around his arms and legs. Sitting up was an interesting feet. He probably hadn't gotten up in forever, so his head swam a little with the sudden action. Not to mention he was hooked up to machines that were pumping, god only knew what kinda drugs into him.
XXX"Thanks" He said, pulling his legs slowly over the edge of the table. He still wasn't sure if the girl was to be trusted, but so far she looked okay. That was when he caught a glimpse of her face. He wasn't sure, but he could have guessed his mouth was hanging open as he looked at her eyes - well, eye. It was completely white, and had a familiar looking marking on it. He had to hope it was a gag contact lense, because who in their right mind would do that to their own eye?
XXXSnapping back to reality, he pushed his questions about her peeper aside, and got off the table. His balance was a little off, but at least he managed to stay vertical. The male quickly pulled the wires and tubes out of his body, then looked back at Lux.
XXX"I'm Jayden. Mind telling me what's going on?" He asked, though, by the situation, it was obvious she knew about as much as he did.
XXXWell aware there was a security alarm buzzing outside the room, he shook his head. "Never mind. Look, we should go. Sounds like you pissed someone off, and I'm not planning to stay for when they find you." Grabbing her hand, he pulled her towards the door. Checking the way, he made sure the coast was clear before leading her off randomly down a hall.
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Posted: Tue Sep 28, 2010 1:24 pm
£LIZABELLE ➜ ANNE ➜ MORDANTI suppose you can say I have ☞ photographic muscle memory♫ ♪ || ♪ ♫ || ♫ ♪   XXXI have absolutely nothing XXXXXXXWith plenty to share XXXXXXXXXI have a closet full of things XXXXXXXXXXXXBut nothing to wear XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXI'm a contradicting oxymoron XXXLoving every dreadful wonderfully horrible XXXXXXImaginary realities XXXXXXXXXThat makes my beating heart XXXXXXXXXXXXBlindly see fatalities XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXI'm a contradicting oxymoron ❝Twenty-one | Female | Lizzy, Liz, Elle, Annie ❞ ↘ ↙ Pain. It was a simple four letter word that described intensely what the guinea pig felt but it wasn't a normal kind of pain. No, it was more like an aching in her muscles that couldn't be explained by the girl who was still so oblivious to her surroundings. Trying to ignore the tightness in her joints, the girl moved her hands against what felt like a smooth sheet of metal. A tingling sensation, no doubt from the cold, greeted her awakening flesh as her fingers cracked from lack of use during her comatose. As her brain began to clear to fog of sleep, her curiosity increased. As did her panic. Hysteria coursed through her veins as the brunette realized that her surroundings weren't what they should be because in the back of her mind she knew that she was supposed to be walking to her apartment, or at least that was what she was doing before her body mysteriously came here.
In her frightened state, the blue-gray eyes flew open and was attacked by a white light. As the girl winced and squinted, her orbs started to make shapes in what seemed like the endless space of bright. It took a few seconds, but Elizabelle could soon see definite shapes in the sterile environment. The excited eyes darted from object to object, assessing everything despite the missing conclusion in the essay of her whereabouts. A heart monitor, needles, syringes. The hysteria grew as the surroundings morphed into what looked like a hospital. The irrational fear she felt towards hospitals was building up inside of the girl and she was at near boiling point. Calm down, calm down, thought the patient. However, the fear was too strong and it was compelling her to keep looking around at the grim scene even though the logic in her cranium was telling her to stop scaring herself. Syringes, computers, surgery tools, restraints? Elizabelle rotated her wrist and felt the presence of cold steel lick at her skin riddles with goosebumps. Confusion took over the hysteria when she moved her blue-gray eyes to look at the considerably large restrains on her wrists.
Her mouth opened for the first time since she had arrived to this place that no longer seemed like a hospital to her to scream, "Help! Is anybody there? Help!" As her heart rate sped, the aching in her muscles increased until it was at a point she could no longer hold back the motions her body was trying to make. Dumbfoundedly, Lizzy watched as her body moved on it's own, with no help from her brain whatsoever. The first thought that jumped into her over-worked brain was that she was having some sort of seizure but she soon deduced that as false because there was something oddly familiar about the hand gestures she was making. Being a hopeless action movie fanatic, the curly-haired girl soon realized that her body was mimicking what the lead character in her favorite movie was doing when he was trying to get out of similar restraints. It took a little for her mind to comprehend since her hand actions were much jerkier and faster than she ever thought her body could move but her actions weren't quick enough to deter her brain from a conclusion. This isn't tv, if I keep going like this I'll surely-
Crack.
Pain seared up through her hand all the way to her head. She had broken bones before, but nothing prepares you for pain like that. Elizabelle let out a cry in agony as the pain flooded throughout her body. The only thing she was happy about at the moment was that the pain stopped the other hand from doing the same because she strongly believed that her will-power wasn't the stopping force.
It would appear that her pain was heard when what looked to be a human came through the door; she couldn't be sure of shapes when tears were blurring her eyes from their full potential. Relief filled her very being as the man rushed over towards her, leaning over the table at the frightened, wounded girl. Elizabelle's mind completely passed over the fact that he was wearing a lab coat as she spoke through gritted teeth, "Thank god! Please, help! My hand..." The relief stopped immediately after seeing what the man was holding; a sharp needle, squirting a clear liquid out from within it's slender, metal shaft.
"This'll calm you down; make you go to sleep..." Spoke the man in a gruff voice as he moved towards her with the needle.
"No! I don't want to sleep! I want your help!" Her pleas would not be heard from the man and when Elizabelle began to squirm like a cornered rat, the cat's claws reached out and pinned her thrashing, broken arm to the table. When this didn't settle her down, the man proceeded to push his weight against the girl, hoping to slow the rapid movements that came on their own. The self-defense class she had taken years before finally had a use to Lizzy as her knee came up and collided with the man's stomach, hard enough to knock him off of her and hard enough to take the wind from his lungs, at least for a little while.
She cried out for help once more even though she wasn't sure what kind of help she would receive, begging for someone to help her as the groaning of the man called for the same. Elizabelle was sure that they were calling for two different kinds of help entirely; him, wanting help to restrain her when she wanted help to break loose.
Her body was becoming more aware to a throbbing in her right arm that had been pushed to the back of her mind during the struggle with the scientist. Her teary eyes could make out the half-empty needle protruding from her arm, half of it's contents spilled into her veins. It wasn't long after she came to realization with all of this that her brain began to fog and the pain in her hand was less severe. Elizabelle wasn't sure whether or not to be glad that this substance had lifted the pain a bit or to be worried she might pass out.
Either way, the girl felt trapped.
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Posted: Tue Sep 28, 2010 5:32 pm
ℓux jøycε вяyαηт
analytical abilities тнε нεαят ίs duмв, αηd тнε нεαят ίs вℓίηd
xxxxxвuт ί тнίηκ yøu’ℓℓ fίηd тнαт тнε ℓøяd ίs κίηd
xxxxxxxxxxαηd ί pяαy yøu’ℓℓ cнεяίsн тнίs тαяηίsнεd øffεяίηg. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ The guy, he didn't seem particularly trusting-- though Lux couldn't have blamed him. She was pulling the card off of its clip when she glanced up to see him staring, jaw practically dropped. She didn't have the heart to ask if it was that bad. She hadn't even begun to imagine what it might look like, and now that the idea had been opened to her-- she dreaded it.
He stood up, looking unsteady. He introduced himself as Jayden and immediately offered a question. Did she mind? Somehow, she'd dared to hope that he might know something. Evidently, not. The alarm still blared overhead, bursting in from the hallway. It was a good guess that they'd have company, soon. With as much trouble as he'd had just getting to his feet, it seemed as if they weren't at all prepared to handle potential enemies-- especially if they had guns. Something told Lux that they would almost certainly have guns.
She pissed them off? Hardly! "Well, they started it." She added defensively. Besides, it hardly seemed like it was her fault, it wasn't as if she'd consciously kicked the guy in the chest. It was automatic, and self-defense. She wondered how automatic automatic was, maybe what had set her off. Hopefully, she wouldn't be unnecessarily kicking anyone in the chest, though it wasn't a promise she could make.
She was led out the door and down the hall. The place was like a maze. They hadn't gotten far when Lux shot out a hand, grabbing Jayden by the wrist and hauling him back, a finger moving towards her lips in the international sign for "quiet".
The second footfall was louder, drawing nearer. They weren't as casual as those had been of the doctor that Lux had assaulted. They were purposely stifled, but loud because of the heavy shoes. Lux silently opened the nearest door, and motioned that they ought to go in.
She was glad the lights were on, it saved her the momentary inconvenience of turning them on. This
room was that of a girl, though things here were different. A man in a lab coat was pulling himself off of the floor, he looked on the other two with wide eyes before hurrying toward the opposite wall. A security measure? That was what it looked like.
Lux moved quickly to intercept him, and he turned on her, grabbing a scalpel off of a nearby metal cart, the same one that also seemed to hold the heart monitor among other machinery that Lux couldn't identify. The red flash had come to mean something akin to a warning of coming violence, to Lux. It blinded her momentarily, and when her eyes readjusted, they were focusing on the man.
A flash of numbers across her vision, and she knew everything skin-deep about the man. A hand shot out and gripped his wrist, she wasn't sure how strong, but it seemed a lot stronger than she ought to have been capable of. The cross-hairs locked immediately onto a particular spot on his neck, and Lux's freehand moved immediately toward it. He crumpled, and she released him after plucking the scalpel from his closed fist.
It all happened fast, maybe even too fast. A second, maybe two, tops. The doctor at her feet, and the scalpel in her hand she glanced over at the other two, as if their reaction might tell her more about what had happened. Awkwardly, she quietly set the scalpel back atop the heart monitor before tossing the security card to Jayden.
She wasn't sure what to say, but silence felt like her best option. She knelt to take the doctor's wallet. Another security card was concealed in one of the pockets in addition to an id, a couple
credit cards, and some cash. She felt bad for taking it, but they'd taken hers first. And it wasn't as if all that was taken was her wallet.
Lux straightened, feeling justified. Though, really, she would've rather had her baby than this man's wallet or all of the security cards in the world. By then, the girl seemed to be out of her restraints. Awkwardly, Lux introduced herself. "Hi, I'm Lux." She cleared her throat quietly. "I think we should get out of here." She hastily added. The alarm was a constant reminder that every moment they were standing still meant a potential moment closer that they could be to getting found.
Still, though, she didn't regret kicking the other doctor-- come at her with a dangerous flashlight, it wasn't nice at all. Another person meant another reaction, though Lux was in no place to blame anyone. After all, if she had been in any other position, she would've stared as well. The girl, too, looked no different than anyone Lux had met. Considering their similar circumstances, she was reluctant to believe that she was the only effected by this odd... predicament.------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ xxxxxxxxxxвuяηт sίℓvεя, вяusнεd ℓαvεηdεя øffspяίηg
xxxxxвuяsт fяøм мε ωнεη fίяsт ωε κίssεd
yøu нεℓd мε, quίεтℓy α яusн puяgεd мε øf мy pαsт
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X x __ compos M E N T i S Captain
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Posted: Fri Oct 01, 2010 1:59 pm
£LIZABELLE ➜ ANNE ➜ MORDANTI suppose you can say I have ☞ photographic muscle memory♫ ♪ || ♪ ♫ || ♫ ♪ XXXI have absolutely nothing XXXXXXXWith plenty to share XXXXXXXXXI have a closet full of things XXXXXXXXXXXXBut nothing to wear XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXI'm a contradicting oxymoron XXXLoving every dreadful wonderfully horrible XXXXXXImaginary realities XXXXXXXXXThat makes my beating heart XXXXXXXXXXXXBlindly see fatalities XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXI'm a contradicting oxymoron ❝Twenty-one | Female | Lizzy, Liz, Elle, Annie ❞ ↘ ↙ The girl was starting to succumb to the drugs they had pumped into her system during the depression that followed the hope that felt sucked from her very being. Elizabelle was having trouble keeping her eyes open as she could feel her racing heartbeat slowing, slowing, slowing--
Then she heard the man stirring.
Her blue-gray eyes flung open as she found what could only be called as a second wind. Her body tried fighting off the syrup that tainted the body that no longer seemed like it belonged to the poor, rich girl; stripped of her mobility, and cursed with mobility that her brain had not authorized. Between the two, Elizabelle felt let down by her body that was now moving into the direction of the man who proceeded to make a bad situation even worse. The crisp material of the white, uniform lab coat could be heard in chorus with his groans and a rapid tapping sound coming from the distance. What the hell is that sound? Elizabelle asked the only thing that was working about her self which was her mind, but it had even failed her. The grogginess that she was fighting not to succumb to had dulled her senses, which included hearing. Or perhaps it was just that her mind was too foggy to comprehend what the tapping sound was. It looked as if the devil of a scientist could hear the noise too since his attention was turned towards the door.
Tap, tap, tap, tap, tap.
Faster tapping, louder tapping.
Tap, tap, tap, tap, tap.
It wasn't until the noise was practically outside of what seemed like her prison cell door that she realized what the noise was. More footsteps? A small part of her was glad and hopefully that rescue was on their way, but a larger part of her was terrified; what if it was more of the scientists? Gritting through the pain of her throbbing hand, the struggle began again as she clawed at the metal that confined her other arm to the table fruitlessly. What good was a broken hand to try and pry metal away from her flesh that had formed a clear, red circle around the areas where her skin rubbed against the metal.
In her hysteria, she glanced over at the scientist to see whether or not he was getting ready to pounce his prey like the clever cat he was, but he was too preoccupied by staring in what could only be called as horror to the door before rushing towards the wall. There was a nagging in the back of Elizabelle's mind that said whatever was at the door was a threat just like the scientist was but an even worse enemy due to the distain that horrible man made. For the most part of her cranium, the feedback was good and the feeling she received from the situation lightened the air she was breathing. The brunette could just see the two moderately normal looking humans through the corner of her eye but what didn't please her was the look of them. They had both looked like they went through hell and back, just like Lizzy's appearance seemed.
Many things were happening all at once.
The safety that Lizzy felt was still in place despite the fact that the man had now pulled a scalpel off of a nearby cart and was ready to attack the blonde that was one of her rescuers. For an odd reason though, the brunette wasn't worried for the girl's safety; she felt a power surging from the very being of the girl.
It wasn't until the blonde had disarmed the crazed scientist that Elizabelle saw the security card dangling from the hands of the boy that she could technically call as one of her saviors. With her broken, swollen hand, she reached towards the card from the boy as she spoke, "Can I borrow this?" With pain, the fingers that could still move grasped the smooth sheet of plastic as she swiped the bar code on it against what looked to be a keypad on the side of her operation table. A beep registered the command in the system, followed by the metal unhinging and sliding back into the metal of her former prison. The sigh of relief that passed her lips, tickled her tongue.
Elizabelle swung her feet off the table and onto the ground, feeling a bit unsteady on her feet because of the medicine that would hopefully clear from her system soon. The blue-gray orbs in her sockets moved towards the damage done to her hand, testing the gag reflex of the experiment and failing; the sight was gruesome.
Lux's voice pulled Lizzy back from the depths of her mind and at the mention of leaving this place, the twenty-one year old smiled graciously, "I think that's the best suggestion I've ever heard. I'm Elizabelle. I'd say nice to meet you, but the circumstances are anything but nice."
ooc;; Sorry, kind of crappy post. But, I figured that I should post and keep this thing rolling! : )
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Posted: Sat Oct 02, 2010 1:01 am
.s.h.a.p.e. . .s.h.i.f.t.e.r.XXX XXXXX● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ●XXXRunning was getting both Jayden and Lux everywhere and now where at all. The place they were in was lined with about a billion hallways, each of which only seemed to lead them from other corridors. It was a wonder anyone could get anywhere without a GPS system.
He was about to take them down another passage, when the young male felt an opposing force pull his arm back in the direction they had come from. In a passing irritation, he was about to demand the reason they had stopped when he saw the girl he was with place a finger over her lips. He listened closely to the sounds of heavy foot falls as they came closer and closer.
Flattening his back against the wall beside Lux, he listened to what sounded like an army, get closer to their location. This really was not good. They were both likely in no condition to fight more then a doctor or two at the moment -- a who unit was going to be a problem. Especially if they were armed.
It was then that the female motioned for them to go into another room. Good idea. It wouldn't be a perminante hiding place, but it would buy them a few minutes anyway.
As he followed in, Jayden took a quick glance around. Everything seemed to be about the same as the rom he had been in, but with only a couple differences. And these changes actually had nothing to do with the room in itself. There was a slightly disoriented doctor in one part, and another girl - who was also a bit of a knock out like Lux - who looked like she was in pain, frightened, and about as confussed and aggitated as they were.
Their pressence was not welcomed in the room, at least not by the doctor. The guy was clearly feeling threatened, and as he got up to head for the wall, Jayden was beaten to the punch of stopping him. The first girl he had met was dealing with the man, and although he wouldn't have guessed it could happen, given her size, she was easily holding her own -- and then some.
So, with the key he had been given he quickly walked over to the girl on the table and handed the card over when asked. He only watched as the girl helped herself out of her restraint instead of doing the proper thing of being the one to help.
Everything was just happening way to fast, and maybe he still wasn't recovered from being drugged a few hours before? Who knows what he had been injected with. ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ●XXXXX ((Sorry this was so late to finish... stupid glitches =.=... and so short))
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X x __ compos M E N T i S Captain
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Posted: Sun Oct 03, 2010 5:43 pm
ℓux jøycε вяyαηт
analytical abilities тнε нεαят ίs duмв, αηd тнε нεαят ίs вℓίηd
xxxxxвuт ί тнίηκ yøu’ℓℓ fίηd тнαт тнε ℓøяd ίs κίηd
xxxxxxxxxxαηd ί pяαy yøu’ℓℓ cнεяίsн тнίs тαяηίsнεd øffεяίηg. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Jayden seemed completely out of it, and to get out of here, they were going to need to be on their toes. Did he not realize that? Evidently not, nearly walking on down the hallway despite the horde of people that had been coming toward them.
The girl was out of the restraints, and she introduced herself as Elizabelle. Jayden failed to introduce himself. "This is Jayden." She nodded agreeably, but her eyes were drawn to the girl's wrist. Ouch. Probably, the best thing to do was to worry about getting the hell out of here, with as little conflict as possible.
Lux no longer heard the heavy footsteps outside of the door, and she wanted to be gone before anyone thought to look in this room, or the scientist woke again. She didn't imagine that happening all too soon, but it was better not to risk it. Best they all got out of here in one piece, if they managed to find an exit at all.
Lux inspected the security pass in her hand, the title of the man to whom the pass rightfully belonged to was not present. But, as if it were something special, in small print in red the card said "Basement Access". Maybe that would give them some bearings. She returned her attention to the others. "It looks like we need to look for some stairs." She told the others, though there was no way to be sure that there weren't others in the building, and that they, too, needed saving. They definitely didn't have the time to check each room.
Lux moved toward the door. The walls and door must've been soundproof, because she could only hardly hear the siren outside of the door. She pressed her ear to the cold metal of the door, but heard nothing on the other end. Maybe that meant it was safe for them to start moving again. They couldn't keep hiding like this.------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ xxxxxxxxxxвuяηт sίℓvεя, вяusнεd ℓαvεηdεя øffspяίηg
xxxxxвuяsт fяøм мε ωнεη fίяsт ωε κίssεd
yøu нεℓd мε, quίεтℓy α яusн puяgεd мε øf мy pαsт[OOC: Sorry that's so short. D; Next'll be normal-sized again, I promise]
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Posted: Sun Oct 03, 2010 8:21 pm
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Aитнøиy мαяcus DuPøηт
тнε мίηd яεαdεя
◣xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx◢  Tony woke with a start. Lucy? Lucy! His eyes opened to peacefulness. The rhythmic tone of the heart monitor was therapeutic against the otherwise harsh silence. The light, though. That was different entirely. It was blinding. Evidently, Lucy was not a worry. Not now, anyway. She was out of his mind. Whoosh, gone.
Anthony was of fair skin, brown hair, and dark blue eyes. His face usually held an unreadable expression that almost always suggested annoyance. Even in this situation, he was as calm as a Hindu cow. At least until realization cut into his hazy reality. He jerked a wrist to move off of his cold, uncomfortable bed, only to find that it hit cold metal instead. He didn't want to test his restraints, he trusted their strength.
He heard the voices before the door opened. Overlapping, fuzzing out, nearly intelligible. Falling in around our eyes. It was one phrase, but it was heavy with dread-- and Anthony heard it in a voice that was alien to his, and certainly not his own. ... not happening. Isn't right... Anthony blinked against this voice, allowing it no purchase on his thoughts. It didn't feel like a dream, but there was no way that this was reality.
The man wore a lab coat, he would easily fade into a crowd. He as average height, build and weight. His eyes were beady, and he looked nervous. He approached the young man almost hesitantly, as if it required some great amount of courage. Anthony watched him carefully, his gaze challenging. "What's going on?" He asked, his voice even despite the panic that was seeping into his mind as it came to grips with the fact that he seemed to be cuffed to an autopsy table.
Shouldn't be happening... "You don't remember?" The doctor asked unconvincingly as he glanced at the machines before reaching in his pocket for a small flashlight. "It was a horrible accident." The guy had a poker face the way Tony's microwave had a poker face. He could think of no accident. He waited patiently, but the doctor offered no further explanation. "Not the only one..."
"Not the only one, what?" Was Tony's instant response, and the doctor looked surprised. Like he'd seen a ghost, he retreated for the door, taking one last glance at his charts. "Wait! Where're you going?" Facade, gone. Well, what now? He'd had no answers. Except something about an accident. It seemed unlikely, though. He remembered no such thing about any accident. He was, in fact, a very safe driver-- at least, as safe as possible, considering the constant rush he was in.
Alone again, and for once, it was no comfort. He still had nothing to go on. He had no doubt that the whole accident thing was a lie. And there were voices in his head. A thought occurred. A mental hospital-- what were they called? Schizophrenia? Noo. This was definitely not how they dealt with mental patients, and if it was-- well, then something definitely needed to be done. Phone calls needed to be made. Overall, Tony really hoped someone had stopped by to feed Lucy.
[OOC: Short, I know. I promised something longer, I know. But it's getting really late, and I haven't had time to sleep in, like, two days. xD]
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X x __ compos M E N T i S Captain
Quotable Conversationalist
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Posted: Mon Oct 04, 2010 12:50 am
.s.h.a.p.e. . .s.h.i.f.t.e.r.XXX XXXXX● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ●Jayden really must have been a bit out of it. Actually, he noted that he could really use an iced-cap or something. Yeah, that would be good. A cold shot of caffeine to get his system going. Or maybe just a day or two with his star trek dvd's. He wouldn't mind the intergalactic marathon.
Everything was spinning out of control right now though. He hoped he could get home sometime soon. If he was still welcome. Who knew how his dad was going to react when he found out his son had escaped the weird detox center.
Snapping back as best he could when Lux introduced himself to Elizabelle, his gaze shot into the direction of the blonde's. Elizabelle had a horrific looking arm. The shape, and forming colors were making the thing look horrible. They didn't have time to do much about it, but Jayden knew a little first aid. It was a requirement for being a field trainer - which he had been before he was allowed to join his high school soccer team.
He let Lux do her thing while he looked through some of the cupboards in the room for anything he could use as a sling. It wasn't a good idea for the girl to keep her arm in a uniform possition for long, but considered they were going to be moving alot, the limited mobility would help until they could get her to a real doctor - and not one who worked for what ever hospital this was.
Finding nothing to satisfy his needs, he realized the shirt he was wearing would work. Wiping the garment over his head, and grabbing a surgical knife, he cut a hole in the s**t along one of the seams and pulled the shirt apart.
He walked back over to Elizabelle. "Quick, give me your arm." He told her, waiting for her to do so before he tied the shirt around her arm and connected the fabric behind her neck. "It's probably painful, but just let your arm relax. You don't want to keep it tense while hanging in that thing."
Most likely unknown to Jayden, he had failed to notice the strange abnormality he had now uncovered by removing the upper half of his clothing. Down his spin was a faint trail of creamy greenish-orange scale like things.
He turned to look at Lux who was ready to leave. She was saying something about finding stairs. Good plan, so long as it provided them with either a way out, or weapons. Either way, they ran the risk of getting caught, and really, what was the likelihood of them actually getting out of this place without getting captured, or worse: killed.
He nodded to Lux. "Alright, let's go then." ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ●XXXXX ((Sorry about the last post... that was not good >.>))
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Posted: Mon Oct 04, 2010 1:50 pm
£LIZABELLE ➜ ANNE ➜ MORDANTI suppose you can say I have ☞ photographic muscle memory♫ ♪ || ♪ ♫ || ♫ ♪ XXXI have absolutely nothing XXXXXXXWith plenty to share XXXXXXXXXI have a closet full of things XXXXXXXXXXXXBut nothing to wear XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXI'm a contradicting oxymoron XXXLoving every dreadful wonderfully horrible XXXXXXImaginary realities XXXXXXXXXThat makes my beating heart XXXXXXXXXXXXBlindly see fatalities XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXI'm a contradicting oxymoron ❝Twenty-one | Female | Lizzy, Liz, Elle, Annie ❞ ↘ ↙
It was certainly great fortune to have come across Lux and the boy who she knew now was Jayden. Despite the fact that her freedom from the cell didn't give her a ticket out of the actual prison, she felt in pretty high spirits thanks to her rescuers. The brunette made a mental note to pay them back somehow, but she wasn't sure how much use she would be with a busted up hand, at least not at the moment. So, it was deduced that her atonement would have to come later on, after her odd road-block was healed.
Her blue-gray eyes glanced over at the horror that used to be her hand. It was pathetic that the time she wasted by being forced to go to the salon to get her nails done with her mother was destroyed in the mere seconds it took her mind to make the action. Or rather, for her body to make the action. There was no way her conscious mind had made the decision that would lead to such pain but there was a nagging in her very being that was wondering what her body had done. Better yet, what it could do.
The muscles that seemed tense before only worsened at the thought of the endless possibilities that her body could do, making waves of energy ripple against every fiber of her being. It was an odd sensation to say the least and for a few moments she forgot the dog of pain that continued to gnaw at her hand. But only for a moment.
Her mind was pulled back to the reality; pain and Jayden's voice, or better yet, the sound of material being slid off of a body. Her orbs looked up at the boy who was taller than she and noticed that he had pulled his shirt off for some reason unbeknownst to her at the moment. Her heart leapt into her throat not when he had removed the clothing on his torso, but when he grabbed for the surgical knife. The muscles in her body tightened again and in what could have only been two seconds, she saw thousands of images float across her head --all from her action movies. But the weird thing was that she could not only see the defensive moves, but she could feel them warming the tension in her joints and muscles. The more images flooded by, the more her body relaxed until she would find the right one.
"Quick, give me your arm." Was the phrase that pulled her out of what could only be described as Ninja-mode. The images of warrior stances and groin kicks faded away and with it went the warmth that released her body. In it's stead, the pain once more. It was almost as if the pain and muscle spasms arrived when she wasn't thinking of the possibilities; like she was holding her body back.
Holding out her arm towards the boy, she let out a breath and tried to grit past the pain that radiated up into her temples by doing something as simple as moving the limb in question. Elizabelle tried not to think about what he was doing and the pain it would create, but her little episode had calmed down and she figured that she could trust him. Who could blame her for being a little edgy?
She smiled, despite the blush that nestled into her ears as her mind slowly came back to her normal self and she realized some boy she had just met was taking off his clothes in front of her. "If this hurts, I'll--" But then the pain came. If it hurts she'll what? Because it was hurting and she couldn't remember what her course of revenge was going to be through the pain. She bit her lip, trying to numb the hurt that seared through her, but to no avail.
His voice came back to her and she heard him mention something about relaxing and how she didn't want to keep it tense. Elizabelle had to laugh about the irony of it all. How was she not supposed to keep it tense? Unless they all wanted her to go kung-fu on their asses. No, they probably wouldn't have enjoyed that so she kept her muscles the way they had been since she awoke into the world that she wished was the dream.
Elizabelle would just have to deal with the pain after they got out of this hell.
Her curious eyes couldn't help but notice the scale-like things that looked like they had crawled up Jayden's back and she was about to say something about it but then that's when she heard the sound of a faint voice and quick footsteps echoing throughout the halls. The warmth took hold of her body as she leaned up against the door frame of her prior prison cell and looked down the hall where she heard the voice. Normally, the girl didn't diving straight into conflict but her body was battling the opposite and winning.
The feet that were now betraying her moved forward and darted down the hall, her own clumsy voice exclaiming under her breath, "H-hey! Stop!" Elizabelle quickly learned that voice commands didn't seem to have an effect on her body either as her short but lean legs took long strides towards the scientist that was glancing at his clip-board. A part of the brunette realized that they should probably be more subtle, but her body didn't seem to mind when her left foot somehow made the lift up to the scientist's throat. Immediately as her leg made the reach, she felt the stretch of her legs and the strain that it put on her body and she knew that despite the fact that her body could make the gestures, her body wasn't used to the strain. If this girl wanted whatever illness she had to work for her, she would have to train and this rich girl just wasn't used to that.
As the scientist crumpled to the floor, humiliation washed away the pride that she should have felt for taking down a scientist. It must have looked weird to see such a powerful kick come out of such a petite girl, but then again, it was weird to be apart of.
Knocking all of that stuff out of her head, the brunette looked up at the door and saw the name "DuPont" hanging over it. That infamous curiosity bubbled up within her and without even waiting for her rescuers, the brunette opened the door, seeing a familiar scene. Just seeing another one of those rooms made butterflies hatch in her stomach; it was unnerving to say the least. However, one thing that was different was the boy strapped to a familiar looking table. Without much of a second thought, the girl ran over to the table and looked down at her fellow patient, seeing that he was awake and looked more stable than she did at the time.
"Hi," She felt breathless, as if she had just ran a marathon and Elizabelle was sure it showed in her voice. "I'm Elizabelle. My friends and I are going to get you out of here..." Were they friends? Not really. More like acquaintances, but friends sounded nicer and made her feel more secure than just admitting that they had just met minutes ago.
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X x __ compos M E N T i S Captain
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Posted: Mon Oct 04, 2010 7:01 pm
ℓux jøycε вяyαηт
analytical abilities тнε нεαят ίs duмв, αηd тнε нεαят ίs вℓίηd
xxxxxвuт ί тнίηκ yøu’ℓℓ fίηd тнαт тнε ℓøяd ίs κίηd
xxxxxxxxxxαηd ί pяαy yøu’ℓℓ cнεяίsн тнίs тαяηίsнεd øffεяίηg. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ It was good to see that at least one of them had some knowledge of first aid. Now was the situation where: "what can I contribute" was the big question. It was a question that Lux didn't have an answer to. She had leadership skills, though she didn't seem to be the only one.
She had, well, she had whatever it was. Her eye. Probably, it was quite a sight to behold, and maybe it could be used to their advantage. It had helped her back in her tangle with both scientists-- doctors didn't feel like the right word for them. She always thought doctors were supposed to help people.
Jayden was tearing off his shirt, and Lux wasn't the only person to see the scales that had crawled up his spine. She felt sick in how relieved she suddenly felt. She wasn't the only freak, and now the only one who wasn't physically disturbing. Elizabelle was moving toward the door, but Lux hung back a second. "You eat a lot of fish?" She asked Jayden before walking past him and following Elizabelle into the hallway.
The poor girl had no sense of caution, she moved out into the hallway and immediately took down the scientist-- the doctor. She couldn't help but be surprised. Lux obviously wasn't the only one who'd suddenly learned some self-defense since her stay in this white-washed hell. Lux wasn't usually so quiet, but, to be fair, she wasn't exactly in her element. She was in the opposite of her element, underground. If there was anything she hated, it was basements, and anything else: hospitals. The only thing that could make this worse is if it were flooding.
She hoped desperately that she hadn't spoken too soon.
Lux couldn't help but be curious, though. Obviously they were here. And obviously, something awful had happened to them. But why? Why them? And how much did they know about them?
Lux had learned, from the media collectively, that she ought to be surprised how much a person can know about another person, despite what seems logical. Especially the government. She'd also learned that even the government had skeletons in its closet. Maybe this was one. She hoped to God that it wasn't. That made it seem so much harder to get out safely.
Elizabella hit like a man, if that was alright to think. But, really, she packed a punch-- and it seemed like they were leaving a trail of knocked out or seriously injured men in their wake. If they didn't stop, they would be easy to track, and Lux was sure that that was the last thing they wanted. At least, it was the last thing she wanted. She had no interest in being caught, after all, she had a family to return to-- she hadn't even begun to come to terms with what seemed to be missing.
As soon as the doctor, the scientist, hit the ground, Lux was wondering whether or not they ought to hide him. Were they checking the rooms with the tables? It made sense that they would, at least to keep a tally on who was missing. It made it pointless to hide anyone that they happened to injury or, God forbid, kill. Room to hallway to room, and Lux couldn't help but commit the number to memory. This, it was getting to be a bad habit, everything she laid eyes on she buried away somewhere in her brain.
As a kid, she'd thought photographic memory would be fun, but thus far it didn't seem to be.
The name on the door said DuPont. Sounded French to her, but she'd never been a very good judge of that. Elizabella was the first one in the room, and Lux closed the door quietly behind her (as if it made a difference) while the other young woman made her way to the table. Lux didn't like this, at all. All of these identical rooms, the same machinery. What was going on, here?
And then it was time for some quick observations. Elizabella wasn't handling the new room very well, as if it physically pained her to see someone in the same position she had been. Lux did well to keep distant, even as she walked over to the table and slid the security card. Elizabella was making promises that they couldn't keep, but she wasn't doing so very convincingly. Lux wouldn't mind lying a little, herself.
The guy, he was just like them. He was similar in age, but there was a huge difference. He looked calm, almost too calm. It was strange. Maybe it wasn't natural, at least, it didn't seem like it ought to be. Everyone had panicked, even Lux-- no, especially Lux. Hell, she had reason to panic extra. She'd woken alone, and she didn't get any help. At all. It had been waking into a nightmare, it continued to be a nightmare. Now, all she wanted was to go home. But more and more that seemed more like a hope than possibility.------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ xxxxxxxxxxвuяηт sίℓvεя, вяusнεd ℓαvεηdεя øffspяίηg
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yøu нεℓd мε, quίεтℓy α яusн puяgεd мε øf мy pαsт
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Posted: Mon Oct 04, 2010 7:41 pm
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Aитнøиy мαяcus DuPøηт
тнε мίηd яεαdεя
◣xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx◢ Ataraxia was the word for it, at least, it was the word that worked best. The heart monitor marked an even pace, and the more he noticed it, the more surprised he was. Tony had always been levelheaded, good at keeping his temper choked down-- but this was a whole new level. This was beyond unusual. This was the sort of thing that wasn't supposed to happen. It wasn't supposed to be possible.
After all, people were supposed to have rights. The door opened. Hopefully with someone with answers, maybe they were willing to cooperate, his silence had unnerved them-- and now they were going to talk. Or whatever. It was a girl who walked in. Dark hair, and wearing the same white clothes that Tony was. They didn't seem to be in the same position, though.
She introduced herself as Elizabella, it was an unusual name. He nodded. "I'm Tony." He responded. Were they friends? What friends? Tony waited to see another person file into the room. It was another young woman, they all appeared to be roughly the same age, and none of them terribly unusual. At least, not at first glance-- but Tony very quickly saw the error in his observation.
The second girl, a blond, approached with a security pass, it seemed. The cuffs came unlocked, but Tony's eyes were on her eyes, or rather, eye. It was unnatural. The other girl, Elizabella, she's seemed normal looking. Having found no reflective surfaces, Tony could only hope that he looked just as normal. What had happened to them?
It was a female's voice in his head, completely unfamiliar to him. Identical rooms... same machinery... What was going on here? It got clearer, it seemed like, but it was still only fractions of things. Nothing seemed to make sense, and under it there were only more voices. Like a thousand voices, sounding almost like whispers in their lack of physical basis, fighting for attention-- but each of them held only a fraction of a thought.
Tony was glad for the freedom to sit up, and as soon as he did, he heard bones pop and he stretched stiff muscles. He felt better, but it was still a long way to good. There wasn't silence, it seemed like there never would be, but beneath all of the garbled voices he could hear a siren. What was going on? Obviously, they weren't supposed to be getting out, that much was obvious, but what was going to happen?
Were they going to run in shooting? Tony doubted it, after all, what danger were they to anyone armed? Sure, he'd always been confrontational but it wasn't as if he was going to take on someone with a gun and expect to win. ...continued to be a nightmare. The words were barely distinguishable in the jumble of everything else. The beginning of a headache was building up in Tony's skull.
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Posted: Thu Oct 07, 2010 2:02 am
.s.h.a.p.e. . .s.h.i.f.t.e.r.XXX .my.transformation.this.turn.: Red-Headed One-Night-Stand XXXXX● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ●Jayden looked curiously in Lux's direction at her.. uhh.. question - if you could call it that. He wasn't sure if what she was saying was something rhetorical or otherwise. Was she joking? If she was, he had no clue what the punch line was meant to be. "Well, I do like sushi." He stated, hoping this would help her in what ever it was she was trying to learn about him.
Following the girls out into the hall, he stopped short just behind the blonde who was looking at the other take down one of the scientists. He just looked at the body on the floor a moment in surprise. Were these two women trained fighters or something? Both seemed easily able to handle their own. Elizabella, who had a seriously broken arm, had just taken down a grown man twice her size.
As a male, Jayden was starting to feel a little inferior, though really, this was not the time to be developing a complex. He shook the ideas of who was better then who out of his head before following along to another room. While the girls went inside, Jayden decided to play look out. At the rate they were going, they were likely going to get caught. Especially given the number of people their group was gaining.
Looking down a long stretch of hallway, he noticed similar doors as far as he could see. What was this place? Better yet, how many people were they keeping here? There was no way they were all going to be able to escape at once.
Deciding it would be his personal mission once he was out of this place, he was going to find a way to get all of the others out. Had to. What kind of detox facility abused patients so bad that the doctors were allowed to break arms? Jayden couldn't stand the idea. Someone was going to pay.
Jayden waited a few moments before getting a little bored. He wasn't sure what the girls were up to in the other room, other then likely freeing another victim in this circumstance, and he figured they would be cool a moment if he checked out the body of the doctor Elizabella had taken down a moment ago.
He was pretty quick as he relieved the guy of another one of those plastic key cards, as well as a small amount of caped syringes full of fluid. Jayden wasn't sure what was in them, but maybe they would become handy in the time to come.
That was when he heared the swat team foot falls that they had encountered earlier. He was going to guess this meant somone was getting wise to the escapie groups
's location. Perfect.
It was a time like this Jayden wished he could have just blended into the surroundings, or hidden. But with only white rooms to shield him, he was going to be caught easily. Not to mention he didn't want to leave the others.
Man, if he got out of this alive he was totally going to give up the drinks and clubbing. This was the most extreme form of punishment his father had ever forced on him before. For some reason that led him to remember the red headed girl he had been with the last time he had been out. Would he be able to give up his womanizing as well?
Without realizing, the desire to hide, and the thought of the red headed girl somehow triggered a cellular change within the body of Jayden. The scales on his back changed color, and took on a more purplish hugh. He was now a slitghtly shorter, half naked woman.
Bursting into the room the girls had gone into, he was frantic to warn them of the coming danger. "Hey guys, we've got company!" Jayden informed them quickly. He was confused at the tone of voice that came from his mouth. That didn't sound like him at all. Actually, it sounded like...
He caught his reflection across the way on a the stainless steal table. It was the red head from the other night. He was too shocked to say anything, but his gaze was transfixed on the reflection as he realized that he was the girl from the other night. ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ●XXXXX
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