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 Posted: Sun Jun 20, 2010 6:41 pm
[Enter Rogue from Gotham City]
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Rogue slowly opened her to a slightly flickering neon light overhead. Her green eyes began to gain focus. She found herself small room that reminded the Southerner of the inside of a bunker. The heavily concrete walls were painted white, and the floor was a checker pattern of black and white one foot tiles. The room's only entrance resembled a bank vault door painted grey with a small sliding viewing portal set about eye level.
Rogue also found her hands and forearms restrained by metal jacketed sleeves, each linked to opposite walls by a heavy thick chain that seemed more fitting for a naval vessel. Finally, she found herself wearing an orange jumpsuit with a long number printed in black over her left breast.
Rogue's mood darkened as she tested her bonds, her green eyes begining to seek any possible weaknesses in her restraints. Then, she waited for someone to check on her.
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Posted: Sun Jun 20, 2010 7:23 pm
After a few minutes, an older man in a starkly white lab coat entered, entirely focused on his clipboard. He walked briskly over to a nearby cupboard, pulled out a syringe, and started prepping it without so much as glancing over at her.
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Posted: Sun Jun 20, 2010 7:26 pm
Rogue had a gaze that seemed set to kill, as she narrowed her gaze at the man, "Alright, who ta heck are ya? And where am Ah?"
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Posted: Tue Jun 22, 2010 8:22 pm
Without turning around, the man tapped the syringe twice and coolly replied, "You're safe. That's all that matters. Try to remain calm; no one is going to hurt you."
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Posted: Tue Jun 22, 2010 8:36 pm
Rogue eyed the man suspiciously, "And ya didn't answer either question...," she began to lean away from the elderly man, "And what tha heck are you tryin ta give meh? Ah'm no druggie."
Dread began to pool in her stomach, as the old man approached -- panic beginning to show in her eye slightly.
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Posted: Tue Jun 22, 2010 8:43 pm
Finally turning around, the man looked her over with utterly passionless gray eyes. "Just something to help you relax. Try not to worry. I'm here to help you." As he spoke, he walked over and inserted the needle into her arm in a swift, practiced movement. Then he pushed down on the top of the syringe with a latex-gloved thumb...
((If you want to stop him, I'd suggest doing it now.))
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Posted: Tue Jun 22, 2010 9:14 pm
Rogue pulled on her arms to lift her legs up. Then, she attempts to kick the man, applying just enough force that it would only knock the man out.
//Made a mental arror. Sorry.//
While Rogue may have had a little slack on her legs, her kick gets yanked short, "Ah spit!"
[Edit]
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Posted: Wed Jun 23, 2010 6:35 pm
((Mind if War and Greed join in? This seems fun twisted xd ))
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Posted: Wed Jun 23, 2010 8:49 pm
// Eeeek. That'll bring the house down. //
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Posted: Fri Jun 25, 2010 12:09 pm
Skuld HJG // Eeeek. That'll bring the house down. // ((Exactly! lol joking of course, mostly. xd ))
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Posted: Sat Jul 24, 2010 8:43 pm
The doctor, whoever he was, made a 'tsk' sound and finished injecting the fluid into her arm before placing the syringe back on the table. "Now, that should help things along," he murmured, seemingly to himself, as he looked down at her with those eerily cold, dead-looking eyes. He seemed to be just... waiting.
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Posted: Sat Jul 24, 2010 9:36 pm
Rogue simply looked on in horror, "No, why are ya doin this?!"
Almost immediately the lady X-Man could feel the drug coursing through her veins. She tried to fight it; however, the drug rapidly took effect. Rogue's perceptions became blurred as her eyes began to wonder around the room. She was seeing after images.
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Posted: Sat Jul 24, 2010 9:44 pm
He answered her after a moment or two, sounding both satisfied and faintly amused. "To keep you safe from yourself, my dear. Of course."
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Posted: Sat Jul 24, 2010 10:47 pm
Despite all the bleary afterimages that Rogue was experiencing, she tried to concentrate on the doctor's voice, "Ah ain't a... danger to... mahself...... Ah...." The southerner tried vainly to fight off the drug, "Ah don't wanna... be no... not a drugged up zz... zombie."
The doctor might see some of her sense of will... or at least her determination. Then, her face crunched up, "What tha heck was.. in that... concoc... concocksion?"
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Posted: Sat Jul 24, 2010 11:10 pm
"Nothing to worry about," he replied, soothingly. He might have been talking to a small child. "Go to sleep, child. Soon the healing will begin."
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