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 Posted: Sun Sep 19, 2010 7:50 pm
Introducing...The Wolf
Patient's Name:
xxxxxxxNathan Lovell
Hometown:
xxxxxxxBellows Falls, Vermont.
Favorites B.E.:
xxxxxxx[ + ] Biking both for sport and transportation, is a guy's best friend in his book. Cheap to maintain and great for your body - where's the downfall, right? If Nathan wanted to ever get from Point Anywhere to Point Be-here, even as a child he'd simply hop on his two-wheeler and peddle on off into the sunset. Or down to the corner store. Y'know, whichever he was feeling the most at the moment. Due to the college's vast amount of trails through the surrounding woods, never mind - he lives in Vermont, he'd long since opted for a mountain bike and takes an especially strong enjoyment out of biking through said forest trails.
xxxxxxx[ + ] Computers typically took up all hours not yet restricted by riding his bike, or eating, or sleeping, or studying. However, due to his major in Computer Science, he can typically combine his love of programing with his study time, so there's a nice plus. Now, he's no tech wiz - if you asked him to dismantle and resemble his computer, he'll just stare at you like you've grown three heads. Ask him to pull off some nifty software programing via C++, on the other hand, and he'll be able to hook you up. Software wise, he encounters few problems he's unable to figure out, given a day or so.
xxxxxxx[ + ] Cooking is something you'd better learn pretty fast, unless you expect to live off Raman Noodles throughout your college career. Nathan is far from a master chef, but give him a boneless chicken breast, some spices, linguine, soy sauce, and a frying pan, and he'll whip you up a filling little dish with few to no burns! That being said, chicken is about the best he can do, meat wise, though fish is also an option if he can get it cheap somewhere. He'd love to include some nice beef in his diet, but alas, his cooking skills tend to pale in that area. Not to mention his wallet isn't very kind towards the idea of non-fast-food beef. Pastas and chicken and fish. And veggies. Lots and lots of veggies.
xxxxxxx[ + ] Going out with friends, who doesn't love that? He was part of a few different small clicks of people, a range of interests enabling him to connect with a variety of personalities. Whenever a group would head out, they'd give him a call and he'd follow them to their destination. Parties, eating out, or just random shopping trips - or window shopping for him, as it mainly was - he didn't care. He might not have needed social interaction to thrive, but just being out with his buddies was always a promise of good times.
Favorites A.E.:
xxxxxxx[ + ] His old hobbies still ring in his head, but needless to say, biking is no longer a big option for him since the experiment. Computers? Also rather tricky to get a hold of in both facilities he'd been trapped in since. Same can be said for cooking until he's able to find a resourceful way to go about it. He still remembers each hobby and longs to return to those days, but as of yet such chances have yet to come.
xxxxxxx[ + ] Taking charge though not necessarily by force, Nathan was used to always being the one to rely on others for directions, the next step in the plan, and if he was eating off their dime what he could sometimes even consume. Now? The Asylum leaves him no familiar group of friends to follow, giving him the unique chance to branch out in ways he's unused to. Something, he finds, he enjoys. Taking the initiative, being the one with the plans, taking on the almost protector role - he's not someone who's hungry for power, but it's rather hard to not like knowing there's someone there looking up to you.
xxxxxxx[ + ] Heightened speed and strength give way to a lot more fun and games, though at first he is quite the klutz as he adjusts to his new hybrid body. Even just giving a simply handshake is a nerve-wracking event as he fights to make sure he doesn't accidentally crush the person's hand. Otherwise though, it's pretty cool! Jumping higher than he used to, running faster than he ever thought he could - even if he does sometimes drop a bit onto all fours - is so much fun. He's still not sure how to best use these new traits in a fight, should it be needed, so instead he's mainly enjoying them for the sake of... well, enjoying them. Definitely helps in trying to explore his new... uh, "home."
xxxxxxx[ + ] Temperature doesn't bother him too much these days. Sure, put him into extreme heat or cold and he might start panting or chattering his teeth, but he's got no problem curling up on the floor of his new room in the Asylum. Might smell a little funky, but comfort wise he's more than fine. There's no hesitation now to take off his jacket and use it as a pillow, since his body neither shivers nor sweats now from the air around him. In fact, majority of the nights feel like late spring, early summer weather to him. Winters are still cold, and summer is still hot, but he's pretty confident he won't be dying from exposure at least from a lack of blankets or proper attire.
Personality:
xxxxxxxAlways a happy follower, never a stressed out leader.
xxxxxxxThis was Nathan to almost a fault, a bit of a loner who always had at least a small smile or a lightly intrigued expression upon his face to welcome interaction. Always friendly to any he encountered, there was never any hesitation to form small talk or even host an entire in-depth conversation with a stranger on the street. He was rarely snappy with anyone, even in his worst moods he'd seem more bored than annoyed or pissed off. Lazy, however, was never apart of his personality. He might not have been best suited for the standardized tests and exams of high school, but when it comes to physical labor or simply putting his all into an activity, Nate would like to believe he has few parallels.
xxxxxxxOnce you put him into a group, he had this instant sort of mini switch in him. Though he was always non-confrontational, it would almost couple with his quiet nature, slating him as a follower regardless of what other types of people he might be dealing with. It wasn't that he didn't possess an option of his own, nor did he have any sort of problem with self-confidence, he simply felt more comfortable supporting another leader. Following the ideas of another, offering his opinion when needed, and just going with the flow was so much... calmer. No stress. And it tended to not get him in worlds of trouble, just a great many fun times.
xxxxxxxHowever, after the experiment, that aspect of his personality has... begun to change. While still fully capable of being a friendly loner, and able to take the lead of someone who is clearly stronger than he, Nathan has begun to develop a tendency to take the lead when no such other candidate is present. He is rather reluctant to do so, majority of the time, hesitant that while he might make the right choices for himself, he is unsure if the same can be said for how it would affect those who follow him. Yet he can't deny the urge is still there, deep in his core, to get up and take the reigns when the opportunity presents itself. It just feels... right. Weird. But right.
Relationship:
xxxxxxxShe was just a pretty face he'd sometimes spot throughout the college campus, a cute girl he might ride past on his bike now and then. They shared neither classes nor friends, but might perhaps exchange small smiles and greetings. The only time he ever had a real conversation with her was in the lobby of the campus clinic before the lab tech called him in to start his testing regiment. He never even asked her name. He should have asked her name.
History:
xxxxxxxNever in his life was he a big city kid. Burlington is no New York City, after all. Riding a bike to and fro in most areas he's lived in was a reasonable way to get around if you don't have a car, and it's also eco-friendly. Not that he necessarily went out of his way to be eco-friendly, things just tended to work out like that. Recycling? You get five-cent deposit, and after hoarding a bunch of cans from parties with friends or just recycling the ones people throw into the regular trash on his dorm-room floor, and that five-cent deposit can be a nice bunch of groceries come Sunday.
xxxxxxxWhy so concerned about money? Nathan didn't come from a broken home or anything of the sort, he was simply fortunate enough to come from a loving family where both parents worked... unfortunately, their combined income put them as too rich to get financial aid, but not enough to pay for tuition without a bit of stress on the family budget. Getting to the University of Vermont had proven to be pretty taxing for his and his parents' bank accounts, providing little to no funding to ensure he got all his supplies for school, never mind a car, new clothes, and don't get him started on the food program. He's got to fend for himself in that regard.
xxxxxxxNot that he was bitter in any way or complained - he was in college! He might not have had the best grades in high school, but now he could focus hard on improving and eventually transfer to a different university outside of the state, just as he'd originally wanted. It'd all work out in the end, y'know? Just need to pinch pennies for now. Of course, he had tried to get a job to help make ends meet on his end, but without any previous work experience and the economy starting to go south, he was forced to resort to his more abstract means when each application or interview met dead ends.
xxxxxxxA few months into his second semester as a college Freshie, the clinic was advertising some physical fitness experiments some of the students were hosting as part of their major projects of the year. Do some tests, and get paid - colleges do this all the time, so why think twice, right? Nathan signed up moment he could, utilizing the free time he still had before things really started getting busy later in the semester. Do some tests, get some cash, and maybe he could afford a few new pairs of socks and shirts. And other nice necessities. He figured it'd be simple, figured it'd be fun and fine.
xxxxxxxDidn't figure he'd walk down the hall following a lab tech, sit down on a slab, and regain full consciousness with a tail slowly growing out of his backside.
Biggest Change:
xxxxxxxThe biggest change? It's pretty obvious, at least to him. He... he's different. Not just in appearance, but his personality is beginning to alter ever since the experiment. That animal within is... he can feel it. No, no there's not some wild wolf caged in his body along with him, but he can feel his hackles rise when he feels threatened, growls and bared fangs an instinctive reaction he's not used to. If he feels like he's the strongest in a group, he suddenly feels like he has to place himself into the 'alpha' position, something he's never experienced before. It's hard to even figure if he likes it or not... or if that's just the wolf's blood talking. Sure he's also got his new strong senses and strength, the new furry ears and tail, but those pale in comparison to this change to his very being. A body's a body, but your personality... not what you are, but who, when that changes, it's a pretty freaking big deal.
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Posted: Mon Sep 20, 2010 2:54 pm
I apologize that i'm a little late!
Introducing...The Owl
Patient's Name: Nydia
Hometown: She can't remember her home town. Her parents never told her.
Favorites B.E.: She use to love horse back riding, biking, soft ball, hanging with friends, and much much more.
Favorites A.E.: Not much changed other than horse riding and biking. With biking her feathers get caught in the tires. And horses are timid around her. Her eye sight makes her see far away so much better then ever before. Though, sometimes during bright sunlight they hurt.
Her wings allow her hover for just a couple seconds then she can prance and hover again. She takes this as an advantage.
Personality: Nydia is one of those rich popular girls. But she isn't one of those type of rich girls that rub it in others faces. She is friends with everyone, and she means everyone.
Relationship: She has a lot of friends, but the only one she is close to her, besides the Wolf, is Natalie. Natalie is her best friend, she had a scene style while Nydia dresses however she likes.
But whenever she finds Ulric, she seems to always show up at the right time, when the trouble starts. Nydia attempts to help, but when she tries he yells at her. Shrugging off the horrid words he says to her, she just keeps helping him.
One day the kids went a little to far with picking on him in an alley, she just was there to save him from them. He was going to get the snot beat out of him. Since then he's been following her around like a little puppy.
History: Nydia was walking past that little comic book shop just on her way towards the tea shop. She knew Ulric was in there, passed him everyday. It was his hobby, taste testing tea was hers. Everyday after school they'd go to the same places. But today seemed a little fishy. It was just one of those days were you could feel that something back was gonna happen to one person today. Waving to the usual people in the shop she came in and sat down in the same seat as she did any other day. "Boy, I have to love the smell of this tea." Smiling, she bounced in her seat waiting for her cup. Finally, when they brought her the cup she took a small sip and put up a thumb to show it was excellent! Like everyday she tried a new one, but her favorite was indeed Green tea.
Thinking about Ulric and those kids picking on him all the time made her quite mad. Why did she seem to think about him all the time? Maybe it was just the fact that he was lonely and she wanted to become his friend.The reasons it angered her were because Ulric wasn't all rich and popular like herself and the other kids,they had to pick on him because he was an outsider. It didn't matter about the clothes on your back or the shoes you wore, or what you did with yourself. Shrugging, she sighed and kept thinking about what they've been doing to the poor kid.
She had over heard that gang of kids planning on getting Ulric when he came out of the comic store today. But it hadn't crossed her mind until now. Finishing up her third cup of tea, she laid her money on the table and started out the door. Slinging her bag over her shoulder, she heard kids yelling and Ulric's voice. "Already?" she asked herself.
Seeing them push him and yell at him more she dropped her bag into the tea shop. "Can you watch my bag for a sec!?" Rushing back out the door Nydia noticed they already had him in the alley way.
Running down the alley she seen them holding him and kicking him on the ground. Pushing the kids into one another she punched Brian in the jaw and he fell over. "BUZZ OFF! Leave him alone!" She yelled at them and threw up her arms.
The kids scattered down the road when she pushed and punched them. Huffing she looked down to Ulric who was yelling at her for saving his poor a**. Hearing him yell those words made her hurt. She saved him because he didn't deserve to be treated the way he was being treated.Tearing up she yelled at him as she walked away. "I HELPED BECAUSE I CARE!?"
Running out of the alley she ran back to the tea shop, got her bag and ran home. She knew it would be possible she'd get it by the gangs' girlfriends later, or maybe get in a fight from Brian's gang. But, it would've been worth it.
While running on her way home she didn't know Ulric would feel as if he would have to repay her. Nydia rushed down the street but had to stop when a black van pulled in front of her. A couple of men dressed in black with masks covering their faces stepped out of the van and ran to her, yelling in some language she didn't understand. They threw a bag over her head, tied her hands up, and pushed her towards the van shoving her in. After a short time the van stopped and the men unloaded her to a place where Nydia could hear many voices yelling. She was shoved around and was finally able to sit. Someone poked her with a sharp needle and she fell asleep.
When Nydia awoke she just started at her wings, tail feathers, and the nails that stuck out of her shoes.
What had she become?
Biggest Change: She can actually fly is one thing. But the worst thing that has change is, she can't wear shoes. She loves shoes. When Nydia tries to wear them, they hurt her feet and her nails go through them. Plus when she tries to ride her bike, her tail feathers get caught.
Her bike gets her so angry, with how her new feet and tail have grown. Her toes get caught in the pedals and she stubs her nails, so that hurts. The tail feathers, well they get torn out and makes her bottom scream in pain.
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Posted: Mon Sep 20, 2010 9:04 pm
-skids to the finish-
Introducing...The Owl
Patient's Name: Maddison Crowley
Hometown: Rutland, Vermont but her last days as a pure human were spent at Vermont State University in Burlington.
Favorites B.E.:
[~]Born to be Wiiillld - or really, in the wild I should say. Maddison is an earthy child, always outside walking to and from school through the various walking trails around campus and quite often off the beaten path. Giant rotted trees, deserted wolf's dens, crazy hick lean-to's in the middle of the forest. These are the kinds of interesting things she explores that you usually can't find staying the pre-determined course. Ever since she was a child the forests were her backyard, her playground and now that she's older she still finds endless interest in exploring and documenting seemingly uncharted territory. Now that she's all grown up she's found even more interesting places to explore. Pretty much anything with a 'No Trespassing' sign translates as a bright green arrow for her curiosity meter.
[~]Observe and Report - Her academic standing was a bit in limbo before she..'disappeared'. She was taking a little of everything, still trying to figure out what she wanted. What she could be good at, and passionate about doing. Her friends all looked at her like it was obvious. That's because ever since she was 10 or 11 and found an old Polaroid camera in her Dad's garage she became a mini photo-journalist. First snapping pictures of the dog chasing it's tail in the living room, or Mom fighting with the vaccuum cord or Dad measuring his belly fat in front of the bathroom mirror. Not soon after that she was semi banned from big-brothering her family's activities and kicked out into the world to reek havoc on the many mysterious of nature. Or her neighbors sometimes if they were around. It turns out that while she's not very artistic per say, or particularly sporty or brainy, the shots she chooses and the framing of them really seem to speak volumes about what her life is really like and how beautiful it all is in even the most average or mundane circumstances. She journalizes every worthy photo in composition books filled with blurbs and captions and doodles that when all combined together can mentally place you in her shoes right in that moment. People tend to think she's either got a beautiful perceptive mind, and gifted, or...she's an oddball hermit-voyeur. Though more often than not the people who think she's the latter are the one's that really ARE her friends.
[~]Girl About Town - Because being solely a forest creeper is well, creepy. Maddison balances her free time between documenting her travels, probing her curiosity, and experiencing what little events there are in a town like Burlington Vermont. Things such as: listening to local garage bands, going to fairs or art walks, buying food at the farmer's market or even sitting in on the occasional politcal speech held in the town square. It almost doesn't matter what it is, it really doesn't take much to get her out of her dorm. And being so varied in her interests there's almost always someone she can convince to tag along for the ride.
[~]Boondocks Fashonista -You can take the girl out of the wild, but you can't take the wild out of the girl. Maddison will always be the rugged but feminine-type. Pre-hybridization she wore bright patterend skirts (worse for wear though they were) with big chunky boots and paired them with cargo jackets or weather resistant parkas as the weather permitted. Her favorite clothing items are comfty skirts (preferably with pockets), long stripey socks or colored leggings, and a bedtime staple: thermal longjohns~ She's got a bit of an orphan Annie look going on at times (which become even more true in the Asylum), but back in her hometown pretty much all the girls shopped at consignment stores or sewed their own clothes from time to time. Just..most of them at least tried to make their outfits look like they were from a department store rack. Staying away from dirty rocks and trees tends to help with that.
Favorites A.E.:
[~]Nature - Being an animal hybrid, not to mention one that originally spent a lot of time outdoors, it's kind of a no-brainer that this aspect of her makeup would remain unchanged or even enhanced by owl hybridization. Perhaps it's just because her home and even her school back in Vermont was nestled in thick forests and here at the Asylum theres really not so much as a potted plant to look upon that makes her yearn for the fresh breeze and the sound of wet leaves beneath her feet. Her experiences in the wilderness have become all the more precious to her now that she's in the Asylum, and those memories serve as the support she needs to continue surviving in the dank nearly windowless hole she woke up in. She dreams of one day returning to the wilderness she came from. Be that her owl side talking or the simple new england country girl. We may never know.
[~]Pest Control - While thankfully her human genes have sturdy control over her appetite choices, her natural curiosity and sense of adventure when paired with her owl instincts to target and snatch small prey has made the once rodent-tolerable girl into a fat rat killing machine. All she needs now is someone to clean up the mess. :| This by the way, is one barely mentionable positive about being in the Asylum. There's no short on vermin, and everyone wants them dead. It's one small thing she can do to put her abilities to use.
[~]Lurky, Lurky - While at first her new eyes were a source of anguish and fairly painful to adapt to, once her traits start to settle in fully, the darkness becomes her new best friend. It's like looking into a parallel universe. Exploring it and fine tuning her ability to interpret it feels a lot like exploring the woods she used to wander in back at home. And most importantly, being able to see at night means nothing can take you by surprise! Although, truth be told if she was attacked by some raving lunatic or another she wouldnt know whether to run, fly or whistle Dixie. Sure she can take down the small rodents with masterful precision but put her face to face with anything bigger than a dog and all that wise owl nonsense goes flying out the window. She's got help and someone to tell her where to go and what to do, in a sticky situation she will more than likely make the wrong decision that seals her fate, and most likely that of whoever is with her. But hey, as long as no baddies come out to make things interesting during the night, she might be able to sneak into the deepest darkest parts of the Asylum and find out more about what's really going on. That shouldn't be too difficult, ..right?
Personality:
[~]The Partrige Syndrome - Maddison is a confident girl in a boyish carefree sort of way. She never really had a reason to fuss over her looks, although later on in the Asylum she dons some blackish ink around her eyes to make them look a bit smaller. But even with her hints of vanity, she's still a really down to earth girl with simple tastes and an overall fun-loving attitude about life. Much of this can be attributed to her upbringing. She was raised in a large but close knit lower middle-class family with two working parents and a handful of rowdy kits and pets. The kind of family with big holiday gatherings, sit down dinners at precisely 6 o'clock and household chores that were an obligation, not a part-time job. Despite being financially stressed, her family had always been very warm and supportive to her and she reflects that stability in everything from her friendships to her later academic life. From an early age she was placed in the roles of babysitter, household helper, yard worker, honor-roll student, and..much to the groans of her older brothers, the faithful tag-along. As a result of being the middle child in a family of 4 children 2 rabbits, a cat and a dog she's used to blending in with a mixed crowd and can usually see through a hectic situation and attack it bit by bit rather than feeling overwhelmed or pulled into the fray.
[~]Curiouser and Curiouser- Though it's never been proven, the story is often told amongst the Crowley relatives how Maddison's first word was neither momma nor dadda nor even baba but simply, "Why?". Every question answered leads to more unanswered questions for this girl. She's no logic wiz, but nevertheless will pick out the games section of the newspaper for the riddles, scramblers and crossword puzzles. She's the type to get through the first 3 or 4 chapters of a book before letting her curiosity get the better of her and skipping to the good part. She's been known to get rather aggressive during the church Easter egg hunt, and don't think for a second she's above snooping around for Christmas presents and carefully re-wrapping them when she's finished. And when it comes to things she simply can't understand without being shown, she quickly buddies up to whoever she can to get a one on one lesson, much to the dismay of jealous boyfriends.
Relationship: They knew each other as acquaintances at uni; a friend of a friend kind of thing. Actually they met up briefly before she went in for her routine flu-shot but she was called in to the vaccination room before they could get too far into conversation. It seemed strange then, when she was battling what she was told was a severe allergic reaction to the shot, that a midst flashes of her parents and her photography portfolio she was finally beginning to prepare, an image of Nathan popped into her head.
History: Her Mom works at a Diner and her Dad works at a photo processing lab just outside of Rutland, VE. As a child she enjoyed a happy home life in the quiet New England countryside. Money was scarce but they all grew up not really caring too much about what they didn't have. When she entered Middle school she began experimenting with photography after begging her Dad to let her have his old camera gear. She even winning second place in a state wide writing composition for her report on indian pipe mushrooms, complete with photo-montage. Her certificate is hanging on the fridge to this day.
Fast forward a few years to high school, where being poor suddenly become more of a big deal. The moment she turned sixteen she got a job working as a window washer at the local car wash. After that she bounced around from waitressing jobs to minor office work to earn money for college. Her senior year at Rutland High she got accepted into the University of Vermont. She took out as much of her tuition in loans as possible and got a dorm room check-in job to pay for day to day things. Everything was going as planned until the fall of her sophomore year when flu season struck the campus like the black plague. Students were lined up out the door of the student clinic all anxious to receive their yearly does of anti-flu. She didn't know why she chosen, or why these genes were given to her. She didn't know how it was even possible, let alone what purposes it might serve. For once in her life that voracious curiosity in her shrank back down inside. A feeling much stronger than that nestled deep inside her gut. For once, a part of her didn't want to know the answers.
Biggest Change:
Gradually as she mentally and physically adjusts to her hybrid form she finds it increasingly difficult to sleep at night; if she could hear the outside in the asylum it would drive her completely mad. At least until her brain adjusted to the mass influx of sounds from the crickets and the mice and wind and the beasts. Eventually she will become quite adept at picking out which sounds are what, or how many, and about how far away they all are but in the meantime she suffers from migraines and dizziness. Speaking of things that dive her mad, WINGERS. Yeah, giant wings. She couldn't fly for sometime after hybridization, even just learning to do basic motor skills with essentially 2 sets of limbs was a trial in itself. It would take a few weeks before she was able to move her arm out from her side without also stretching out the wing on that same side. Oh and her human half didn't like the new sleeping arrangement either. She had to learn how to sleep sitting up, which at first worked out well since she was too scared out of her mind to sleep anyway for the first week or two at the Asylum. Until her adjustment period fully ended she would be taunted by conflicting urges to curl up on the floor or sleep sitting up but then her neck kept falling down and causing her to wake up again. Rinse and repeat. But, as we will all learn, the human body is extremely adaptable and so living with her wings too become second nature in time. Just about the only thing that was instantly accepted was her new bird feet complete with hard black talons. Perfect for climbing and perching in high corners where she can keep watch of what's going on around her without actually having to be involved in it. The owl hybridization brought with it many new traits, almost all of which required more than a little adjusting to get used to and treat as part of her own body. The biggest change however, was not her ability to fly short distances or hear a rat rustling in a bag a food across a crowded mess hall. It was her great golden eyes that were the biggest change of all. Like two big camera lenses fastened to her skull the owl's vision is one that brings her both intense perception and night time vision, but at a high price. In the beginning weeks of her transformation she couldn't see at all. Total darkness. That is because while her eyes were becoming more and more like the snowy owl each day, for a while they still contained human levels of color perception; which in combination with an owls intense light sensitivity proved too much for her handle. Her eyes had to be kept closed until gradually the color perceiving elements (called "cones") in her eyes slowly diminished allowing her to see eventually in full day light but with near color blindness. This, in the initial stages, is devastating to photography buff. Now even if she did ever get the chance to see the outside world it would be devoid of the color and beauty she always knew. Until she learns to to embrace her night vision and use it to her advantage, this new colorless world is a hard pill to swallow.
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Posted: Tue Sep 21, 2010 4:29 pm
Round one has ended! Obviously owo
and round two is open! So feel free to make your posts whenever you want. Since you can edit them until it closes.
Remember, the person going for the wolf must post this time! Only that one person.
::..ROUND 2!::
Well you completed round 1! good job owo (or you're working on it really hard and will be finishing it in the next day!)
Now, for round two, you'll be reading the prompt and responding to it as a team.
Start date: Sept 19
End date: Sunday Sept 26 @11PM EST
::RULES::
The team member going for the wolf must post the form here!
Have fun
Don't post in this thread for any reason other than to post entries
You may edit your posted forms up until the closing time.
Don't ask me if I liked your entry, don't ask me how you did, don't ask me for a score. You won't get one until the end of the entire contest ;D
::INFO::
Fill out the form provided. The prompt is below. Make sure you rp out all three things I ask for.
You'll want to communicate via PM. You can also talk in the main thread about it, but you might not want to give other participants your ideas!
I doubt I need to say this but, you must rp in paragraph style with past tense.
Also, be sure to distinguish who is talking by using different colors and/or putting their name in front. You can choose whatever color you want, but please let me know which is for which patient ^^
::INSTRUCTIONS::
Read the prompt and roleplay out the response as the patient you chose with your team partner.
I WANT THOSE GOING FOR THE WOLF TO POST THIS FORM
If the owl person posts the form, I'll delete your post and tell you to have the right person post it
(if the wolf partner does not post the form within 30 minutes from the closing time and the owl partner hasn't heard from them for a while, I'll let the owl partner post it xD)
They must stay on the grounds of the government facility at which they are in.
Also, hope none of your round one entries somehow clash with this prompt >.>
: razz ROMPT::
After waking up and finding yourself locked up in a completely white room, and after removing the tubes and wires from the different places on your body, you've somehow managed to escape from the room. You sneak around the halls of the building and soon after your escape you run into another being (the wolf/owl (the one you aren't)).
Three things I want you to rp out...
1. Explain how your patient escapes from the room by rping the patient escaping.
2. Explain how they run into the other patient (wolf or owl) by rping it out!
3. What do you both do after that until you are caught? Do you stick together or separate? How are you caught again? (yes, you have to be caught)
::REMEMBER::
You are in a government facility. Everyone is mostly wearing white coats and looking all doctor/scientist like.
You are not escaping out into the world. Only out of your room/holding area. They can get outside the building if you want, but they can't make it off the grounds/over the fence.
They MUST be caught again.
DO NOT rp the characters arriving at the Asylum.
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[color=red][size=15]HIGH ALERT! PROJECTS WOLF & OWL HAVE ESCAPED!
[size=11][b]Names: (the names of both the patients)
[b]Reported By: (put the usernames of both team members)
[b]Evidence:
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Posted: Sun Sep 26, 2010 7:55 pm
HIGH ALERT! PROJECTS WOLF & OWL HAVE ESCAPED!
Names: Carol and Layan
Reported By: Melomar and Dooma
Evidence:
What was that sound? Hard, loud, and uneven. It sounded so distant but it was growing and echoing within his mind. A second sound joined the first. This one was quick and low but rapid and even. Something flicked up in his hair before Layan was able to place the sounds. It was his heart and his breathing. It was so odd sounding. He opened his eyes and shut them rapidly as the dull light in his room blazed brightly against his Silver eyes. Why was it so bright? He tried to bring a hand up to his face only to find his body felt numb and slow to respond. The sound of his heart started to beat faster before he forced himself to take slow deep breaths and relax.
This was not the first time he had woken up numb. He just needed to calm down and relax. Not panic. With his breathing controlled he felt life return to his hazy body. More slowly this time he eased his eyes open adjusting to the dim light in the room. There was always light in the room but they would dull it when he was meant to sleep. He brought a hand slowly up and winced as he felt a sharp tug of the ivy in his arm. His almost mirror like eyes flicked down to look at the tube that ran from the side of his right wrist up to two thick ivy bags hanging above him. He could see other tubes running over the medical gown that was draped over him. Heart and oxygen monitors, catheters to gather blood and samples as well as one for more personal matters.
Had he not woken up in this nightmarish place before he would have panicked alerting the lab techs of his awaken state. He hated the sound of lab equipment and monitors that beeped and rang all night and were now coming into focus. He could hear that from the hall that no one was moving around. He turned to look at the two way mirror that looked into his room. With the lights dimmed he could sometimes catch a glimpse inside. It looked like his watcher had gone out for a cup of coffee. Now was his chance. He had to get free if even just for a short bit. He needed to get out of the room. To feel the ground under his feet. Wolves and humans were not meant to be locked up in small cages for ever.
Being the patient in a hospital was an alien experience for Carol. As far back as she could remember, always had she been the visitor. At first everything seemed like a dream; the drugs were powerful and did their job. Everything was murky, even her sensations of pain. The tugging of IVs in her flesh, the needles, and a vague sense of cutting, were all mercurial before her plane of vision. The first time she was truly conscious, she knew where she was, or at least vaguely so. But she could not recall any reason why she might be in a hospital. Had there been an accident? Her memory left her with nothing. Also strange how she had no recollection of visits from her family. Surely that was simply a failing on her part. She woke and passed back from consciousness several times. Sometimes she was alone, sometimes she saw a masked face. Never was she afraid. She knew what these strange faces must be doing, it could only be that they were helping her pull through something. She had no reason to suspect otherwise.
Carol awoke with stunning clarity in a room with no windows; she learned this after trying to make a quick pass over the room and finding that her head hurt like it had never hurt before. She simply could not move her head without a wave of painful dizziness and nausea overcoming her. The sterile sounds of machines and electronics could be heard over an otherwise abnormal hush that had settled upon this room. It was like the room in a terminal patient’s ward. But that was impossible. She could feel nothing currently but surely she would be all right. Where was the window, where were the cascades of flowers that patients need to get through? Why was she suddenly awake?
Her eyes wandered. A black speck on the wall across the room near the door caught her eye and she perceived a brief but bizarre telescoping effect. The speck on the wall was a fly. Clearly she could see it washing its tiny legs. Its wings shivered. It adjusted its position, rotating as if to get a better look at her. She gasped and the fly became just another speck on the wall. The jolt of shock had moved Carol instinctively into a sitting position and that movement was like a power switch. Pain that she had not noticed before surged into focus. Her shoulders and back burned and pulled; it felt as if someone had stretched and bent her shoulder blades like taffy. Her rear-end hurt, and in fact she could feel a strange, large bump about the size of one of her cheeks. Her scalp hurt - why did her scalp hurt?! Her eyes and the base of her head throbbed. She must have been in an accident. She could not remember anything about it but what else could it be?
Carol needed help. She needed to remain in a calm (perhaps calm was impossible; rational then) frame of mind and consider her options. A nurse could shed some light on her situation. While she looked for a call button on the bed, the girl absently rubbed her shoulder where it hurt most. There was something attached to her back, an apparatus perhaps. But the more she rubbed at it, the more she realized that the “apparatus” was feeding her some sort of impulse. “It” was telling her brain that it was being rubbed, as if it was her own appendage! She glanced over her shoulder. Her head rotated, stiffly, but inevitably so, in an abnormal fashion. It was as if it had had special gymnastics lessons when she looked down her back with as much ease as if she had been looking down at her chest, but at a slightly different angle. With growing horror, she looked down at the oddly-shaped the bulge in her hospital grown. Something shifted, something mottled in brown and white, under her gown.
A soft but high-pitched keening sound filled the room. It was not until she was mindlessly shuffling around the room in circles that Carol observed that the sound was coming from her own throat. It was the sound of inconsolable terror. Tubes and wires held her back and their resistance threw her into deeper panic. She pulled until with sickening popping sensations she felt them pull free one by one. Off-balance, she tumbled into the far wall and heard the fly buzz away in terror. She fell painfully against the strange swelling just above her rump. When she pulled away, it wagged from side to side as if shaking itself off. One of her new appendages slid free of her gown though the slit at her back and it seemed to her like a half-plucked chicken wing. When she looked down, a gentle spread of the fabric revealed what could only be the stumpy tail of a bird, again, as if half-plucked. After all of this, still she did not scream, not audibly anyway. She was reduced to grief-stricken sobbing, her face a mask of torture. It was all too unbelievable, but the pain was too real. It was real. Somehow it was real.
Until then, Carol had been completely alone, unless one would consider the fly. She was still weak from the procedure and her fit of terror. But then she heard the echoes of voices and footsteps. A new fear consumed her. It was obvious to Carol that the people keeping her here were not her friends. They had done this to her. Carol needed to find a safe place to figure out what she would do next, how she would find her family... if they would take something like her back.
She bit back tears and looked around again, this time with a keener eye. A coffin-sized closet at the corner of the room (that which is ubiquitous to all hospital rooms) offered the one tiny anchor to her normal life: Carol’s clothing: a jacket, thin shirt, pleated denim skirt, undergarments and abnormally fluffy socks all neatly folded atop her shoes and ready to be worn. She grabbed them quickly. There was enough room in here to hide, but what was the most obvious place to hide? Right there, or under the bed. She was more grown-up than that. She would hide in a different room.
Peering through a crack in the door, Carol made sure that the immediate space was free. Then she slowly peeked out, eyes shifting back and forth. The coast was clear. She slipped into and clicked down the hall. Clicked, like a dog’s paws. Stealing a glance only revealed the obvious, that her feet had reformed into modified talons, ones meant for walking, but nevertheless talons. She came with her own home-grown weapons. While she wondered why they hadn’t bothered to clip her toenails, Carol turned the corner and ploughed right into an orderly’s chest. Shrieking, she ran back the way she had come. From further up the hall, the commotion alerted more orderlies and Carol was easily surrounded. The panic returned and before she knew it, her other wing had worked its way free of her hospital gown and both flapped madly. “No!” she screeched hoarsely and lashed out. They tried to knock her down and she kicked out blindly with the sound of tearing fabric. The words, “watch out!” and “dangerous!” filled her ears, but Carol was more terrified than they were. She kicked at someone again, clearing a path as someone screamed in fear and pain.
A maze of halls passed before her. The girl ran for what seemed like hours; the sporadic window she sped past told a different story. Only a door that stood ajar to reveal a darkened room stopped her flight. She slipped inside and waited for her eyes to adjust. The wait was astonishingly short. The darkness itself felt like a refreshingly cool breeze, a stimulating whiff of Folgers’s in the morning, and a safe, downy pillow all at once. How strange, somehow it felt like home. She found that closet she had been seeking all this time and slipped inside, crouched down, and clutched her clothing to her chest with a deep sigh.
When she awoke, except for a sliver of light at the door, the darkness was complete. It was nighttime, and she felt alert and rested, despite being sore.
Slowly Layan shifted his body to lay on his side and then sit up. His head felt fuzzy and blocked but he did not worry about how he got in there. He had remember asking people in his more panicked alert moments where he was and what they were doing only to get sedated and no answers. So he had given up trying to figure out what he could not remember.
His eyes flashed over the heart monitor and though he was about to pull it off of himself he remembered the loud ringing it caused. So he slide from the bed with a wince as certain tubes snagged and bit. He whimpered the sound a bit off to his ears but they flicked as he shook his head and he reached to pull the plug on the heart monitor before he broke off he leads connected to his chest. then he turned to the ivy.
He was not going to make any mistakes this time. He was going to make it out of the room and outside. He needed to feel the earth on his feet. He wondered why the feel of the earth meant so much to him but it did. He wanted to feel the air and the wind, the warm dirty between his toes and to smell it all. He groaned as he pulled free the ivy from his hand and against his ears flicked as he heard the drip drip drip of the fluids on the floor. He felt a smile move to his lips as he watched the water. A soft breeze moved against his legs as something wagged behind him. He turned his body a bit and looked at a white bushy tail. "Well that is new...." he said and reached a hand back to touch it. His eyes widen as his figures brushed over the thick guard hairs and fur causing the skin underneath to twitch. "Oh....very new."
Quickly but safely he removed the others wires and tubes from his body. Remember the pain of the catheter last time he remember to deflate the internal balloon first before he moved towards the door. Something continued to flick in his hair as he picked up sounds threw the halls. Taking a deep breath he eased the door open. The bright lights of the hall blurred his vision for a moment. Why did they need so much light? He moved into the hall as caught himself sniffing at the air. It was odd but wonderful how heighten his senses were. When he was focused it was not too bad and almost natural to use. Though at times they did take over. Looking down both ends of the hall he shrugged and went to the right.
As he moved his eyes scanned, and all of his senses were heighten. He could hear a commotion down one of the near by halls. He could hear a struggle and cries. He would have found it odd if he had not struggled and fought with the 'care givers'. But something was a bit odd about this. His nose caught a scent. One that struck a cord with something in his brain. It was very familiar and one he could not ignore. Against his brain's better judgement he moved towards the sound of the commotion. This was crazy...if he wanted to be free why was he heading towards people who could lock him back up? But the smell prevents any arguments.
A strained an panicked voice filled his ears followed by a scream and running. Always running...He groaned and rolled his eyes for a moment before he found himself jogging towards the smell and the men on the ground. The calling scent was now laced with fear and panic and that made him need to get to the source all the more. His body was picking up speed and moving on its own. He was running before he knew he was and the feeling sent his heart racing and his mind screaming in joy. He hurdled the man on the floor who reeked of blood and hear the other mumbling into a walkie talkie calling for help and that two projects had broken free. He didn't let it last long in his mind though, the only thing that mattered was finding the source of the smell. It was driving him wild. And the cry has sounded painfully familiar. His mind tried to remember he had heard that feminine scream before...but where?
Layan had almost ran past the dark room where the scent had ended. He looked at the room and felt the urge to enter into it. But he stopped for a moment. He was desperate to know who or what was inside but if he stopped he might miss out the change to be outside. He could hear other people starting to fill the halls and he growls softly. His silver eyes flashed around the hall okay there had to be a way to get the scent and get them both outside. A small smirk spread over his lips as he ran off to get them some lab gear.
He would return some time later to the door holding the scent. He smiled behind the mask, his white hair and eats, still only matted hair to Layan, were hidden under a surgical bonnet, he had stolen the long white lab coat was covering his tail and mostly naked body as he took a breath and opened the door to the room.
The girl listened to footsteps racing up and down the hallway. Somehow one can always tell if footsteps belong to the same person or to several people passing by. She knew it was just one person, and to Carol's growing horror, those footsteps chose to slip into the room she had hidden in. She was not visible, but if he chose to open the closet there would be nothing she could do.
She glanced down at her clothes and wiggled her claw-tipped toes. She doubted that even if she could clip her talons they would fit into normal shoes again. Perhaps sandals would work, but all she had on her person were shoes with hard, chunky soles. They looked cute with the outfit; when thrown they could easily give a concussion. So she had four weapons... perhaps she could startle him enough that she would get away.
She huddled down as far as she could in the closet, peering with huge, terrified yellow eyes through the uneven cracks at the edges of the door. A long white flash of fabric told her that this was not just another orderly but a doctor. Her heart raced. Perhaps she could overpower him, use him as a hostage until she was free. It was a dubious idea, but she was tense, ready. No. Not ready. Please, don't open the door.
Oh man was that intoxicating and demanding scent so strong in this room. Layan had found that he could smell the moment she knew he was in the room. Her exotic scent had been laced with fear. He lowered the mask and smiled softly, "Don't worry....I am not a doctor." he said in a horse voice. Horse from the experimenting and lack of use. His tail wanted to flick but the pants he had stolen from a locker held it down tightly, "Don't worry I am like you..I was going to break out of here...but your scent distracted me...it is okay...I promise you I am not a doctor."
He moved towards the strongest bit of the smell. She must be in the closet. He could hear the slight movements she was making inside. She must be readying herself for a fight now that her flight was gone. Better not open that door just yet. "Please don't worry just come out of the closet and you will see, I am not going to hurt you."
It was so hard not to just pounce at the door and open it but her terror was very strong and corrupting the scent he had followed. He did not like the smell of fear and this whole building reeked of it. "I stole some doctor's coats and masks they should help us get out side....you do want to get out right?"
Not a doctor? How could that be if he was dressed as one! Confused, he watched him in silence, the grip on one of her shoes tightening. He inched closer to the closet where she now hid and continued to speak. How could he know that she was here? Somehow, she could see well enough to know that he was not guessing her location, he was as certain of it as his words proclaimed! His eyes had a peculiar expression; his body moved with purpose. How could he know?
His words sounded good, very good, he even held an extra pile of clothing to support his case. His voice was friendly and persuasive. But his plea for her trust came at the worst possible time. She saw white hairs peeking out of his cap, his voice was deep and gravelly. Did that not indicate that he was old enough to be a doctor? Even with those two suspicious facts, before all that had happened today she might have believed him. She used to trust the word of everyone; now, how could she trust anyone?
She was hesitant to reply. She wanted to yell at him to prove it. But to speak would give her location away. Perhaps he was faking it, perhaps he did not really know where she was but just a good liar. "Prove it," she whispered almost inaudibly into her pile of clothing. She knew he couldn't possibly hear her, but she couldn't bring herself to speak any louder.
Oh but she was taking too long. The government people's search had not come to an end. And the fact that they were both still missing meant soon the search would get more intense. But he could not rush her. She was so frightened it was breaking his heart and harsh on his nose. He whimpered softly. But his ears picked up her soft words with a flick under the hair guard. He pulled it off thinking that a bug might have gotten caught and was simply choosing now to make its presence known.
With the removal of hair guard his ears sprang free. "Prove it? Well if you would open the door just a bit I can show you all my ivy holes and stuff. Oh....and I found out today I have a tail." he gave a soft smile, trying to ease her frantic nerves and prefect his from getting too jumpy. He turned slowly and lifted up the doctor's jacket, poking over the low riding pants was a short but bushy tail that fluffed up and raised now that the oppressive jacket had been lifted. "Though I guess it does not prove much huh?" He sighed and lowered the jacket. "Either way I know they will start searching room soon. So if you want even half a chance to get out I suggest you put on these clothes and we can try to make a break for it." He held out his hand lightly, not reaching for the door but simply trying to give her a friendly gesture that might draw her out.
Removal of the doctor's cap revealed not only white hair, but furry, erect, triangular ears. He could have stopped at that and she would have been convinced. They swiveled around constantly, as dog ears often do. There was nothing rubber or animatronic there. She glanced down at her feet. Her talons and wings; his furry white ears - and a bushy tail, she noticed, glancing back out the door. Tentatively she slid her hand outside of her enclosure, index finger uncurling to point up at his head. "Your ears..."
She sighed. "Too much talk." It was not that she was unable to handle conversation. She wanted to speak, she wanted to cry on the shoulder of someone she trusted, she wanted to be consoled by a friend. But this was not the time or place. Her hand rotated and opened, coming to rest with the palm up. It would remain like that until she felt cloth touch her hand, or until someone else intruded on them. "Give me the clothes," she said quietly, "I won't change out there."
"My ears?" they flicked and he reached a hand up to feel the thick almost shagginess of his hair than the felt a strong warm ear flick at the touch. He gasped and they lowered in a bit of worry, "I guess they match the tail huh?" He smiled. Well at least she was to the point. Her voice sounded soft and so familiar but again he could not place it. It was like hearing something from a endlessly fading dream.
His mirrored eyes flashed and looked down at the small hand extended. He smiled and nodded placing the clothes on the opened palm and then went about pulling his mask and covers back on. "Works for me. I will go check the hall." he said softly and moved towards the door.
With his face uncovered, the boy looked very familiar. But the eyes and hair with the strange new features (not to mention the easy walk) made her doubt it meant anything. She decided that he probably had not actually recognized Carol, just aware of another patient's escape and wanted a partner to rely on.
She waited until he was gone before pulling the clothing inside with her. She put on her civilian clothing before her new costume, which easily fit over everything else. Her new wings wrapped around in front, like a bizarre bra or corset. Her tail went over her underwear but under her skirt. It felt all so very awkward. Worst of all were her feet, however. Her fuzzy socks continuously caught on her talons; she knew that sooner or later she would have to tear out the bottom part just to wear them with ease. And her shoes were uncomfortable, but she did her best. As for her hair and face, she had not seen herself in any mirror, nor when she was getting ready did she look at her hair. She twisted its entire length up over her head and covered it with the cap provided. Not bad for no bobby pins or clips. She looked professional, but when she emerged, her walk was jerky and stumbling.
Carol slid up next to the door and whispered, "Um... my shoes. They don't fit right anymore..." It seemed like a stupid problem, but she had the danger of giving them away because she could not walk properly, or because she was wearing no shoes at all.
Layan tilted his head as she came over to him. He heard her soft voice. "Do not worry....Carol..." He said before he had time to react or think. He did not think about how he knew her name it just seemed a fitting name, "I am not wearing shoes under my pants. They are long enough to cover my feet. Just lower your pants a bit and cover your feet. You don't need to wear shoes. "We have a small window..." he said and reached his hand out for her's. "Lets go now!"
“What?” Startled, Carol stepped back away from him and masked the fear by stepping out of her shoes. She watched him suspiciously and crossed her arms over her chest. Perhaps she did know him, but this really was too strange a coincidence. “Layan? How do you know where to go? I have no idea where we are.”
She responded with his name. Then it really was Carol. What had they done to her? How did she get caught up in all of this, what ever this was? Though the soft white hair did fit her. "Yes...I believe Layan is my name. I can smell it...vaguely I can smell the outside. Just like I found you...by your scent. I can also smell your fear Carol. Don't worry I will try to protect you."
He saw that she was not about to take his hand so he let it drop. He opened the door and moved out into the hall his ears and nose were going over time. It was hard to process everything but he tried to focus his nose on the scent of the fresh air though it was very vague and masked. Heck an open window would work and more than likely be the only source he was tracking. He let his ears flick listening to people moving by. His heart was racing so fast and loud it almost hurt. He could hear people coming closer, "People are getting closer Carol...try to act natural. Though he was trying to keep the appearance of being calm he had forgotten about his mirrored silver eyes.
"You believe your name is Layan?" She ignored his mention of smells for now. They meant nothing to her at present time for she could smell none of what he described. But she made a mental note to think on it more carefully when they had time to spare for better analysis of their situation, though she was sure it had to do with their physical changes. Perhaps, on that train of thought, his thoughts had been altered as well? Normally she was more level-headed, not panicky; was this a side effect of coming part bird?
She took a deep breath. He spoke of protecting her. She wanted to try to do the same for him too, somehow... She looked down at his hand as it had dropped. Tentatively, she reached for it and took hold as they stepped out into the hall. "I'll try to protect you too, Layan."
Noticing his carefully sifting through scents and sounds, she remained silent. But when he requested that she 'act natural,' she spoke up. "What if we snuck into an unoccupied office? We would look like we belong there and a bottom-floor office may have weaker restraints on the window, or someone may have left it open."
He felt a strange surge of a strange feeling as she took his hand. It was soft and shy but it was a touch that burned its way into his mind and memory. One of the few good memories he could remember. She accepted his protection and offer him her own. They were going to be a pack now. How ever small it was this was the start of a pack.
He gave a nod, "We can do that. He lowered his gaze as another couple of lab coat covered forms rushed by them. "Good idea, we just need to find some stairs or an elevator." He had no idea where to go to find a way down. What they needed was a map. "Thank you Carol, and yes my name is Layan...I can remember that now. And I remember you screaming about something. You always seem so sad." He said very softly as if not wanting to let her hear too much incase it would upset her.
Carol felt a smile tug at her lips. Two orderlies ran past and gave them no second look; in fact they did not acknowledge them whatsoever. That did not mean they were safe, far from it, but their disguise was sufficient to give them partial cover. Things were starting to look up...
"If we follow the hallway, it will eventually come to an end. A normal hospital would have stairs on either end, and elevaters somewhere on the way..." She frowned, glancing around.
"Screaming? When, before we met up? Of course, I was being attacked by hospital workers." He was standing around undecidedly for too long. If they milled about, that would look suspicious too. She tugged at Layan's hand and started down the hall in the direction she had been running before. She had been all up and down the halls, and though she had been gripped in terror at the time, she could not remember any elevators on the way. "This way."
Layan gave a nod and allowed her to lead him a bit. He smiled slight and then tried not to laugh. He really liked being with her. She was very interesting. Maybe that was the screaming he remember, just when she was being attacked and trying to run. But it felt like a lot longer time ago when he remembered vaguely hearing her screaming.
He shook his head and gave a nod, "Alright I think we can find the stairs then. I wish we had a new personnel badges so we could say we got lost and we needed to find the way back to level one." He tried to calm down and walk with a purpose. This was, now that things were looking up, almost fun. It would be prefect if they could get outside and feel the ground.
She glanced sideways at him and smirked faintly. "We could try jumping out of one of these windows." Maybe the bars would be heavier down below, where it is likelier that someone would survive a fall out the window. She didn't say that. She had no idea what else to do, no idea how to get a keycard... "You didn't find any keycards where you found these uniforms? Perhaps what we should look for now is a locker room or something."
Layan shook his head and saw a bit of spark in her eyes. Oh this was very interesting. Maybe a bit of trouble got her excited. "Well we can at least look out and see how far a drop we have to deal with." He sniffs at the air and moved to a door testing the handle. Finding it unlocked he pushed it open and moved inside. "I was in a rush so I am not sure where I got this stuff. But I can trace my path if you want to go and look." His small tail flicked as he looked around the room. No one was around the room and though it was dark his eyes had no trouble flicking and taking in it all, "Looks clear. there is a window just to the right."
Carol gave him a look as they went through the door. "You don't remember where you got this stuff?" How could he not remember? No short term memory? His long term memory seemed to be affected as well. "Then I guess the idea of trying to fake them out by looking legitimate is out."
She glanced around the room as they entered. He seemed to take no time at all to make sure they were safe before heading to the window, but she was a little more paranoid. She stayed by the door and listened to make sure no one approached the room.
Layan moved to the window and looked out. Crap they were too high to jump down. "Well looks like jumping is not possible either. " He said as he moved from the window back towards her. I was kinda in a hurry to get back to you I did not really pay attention to where I was going. I mean I am sure I can find my way back. But they might have noticed that things were missing so they might be guarding the locker room thing I was in."
Sighing he leaned against the door. "Well I could always run a distraction and you could find your way out. I don't mind taking one if it means you can get out." He smiled under the mask his eyes catching what little light was in the room.
"What do you mean 'get back to me'? Were you following me around or something?" She frowned. Everything was confusing. Some of the things he said made no sense, and some were downright creepy. The sense of danger did not cease when she tried to trust him. She was tempted to take him up on his offer to run interference because of this lack of trust. But if he really was who and what he said he was, then he was innocent too. She smacked him in the arm. "Don't be stupid. You are no hero and there's no guarantee I'd get away anyway. Say you distract them. How do we even know I can get off the property after that? What did you see outside? Were there fences? Guards? What about cliffs? Were there any roads? Any vehicles we can steal?"
Layan sighed, "I don't know why...but your scent was and is very intoxicating." he laughed softly at his words and her smack to his arm, "I know it sounds really odd...but smells are very intoxicating and I am finding them more and more hard to resist but my flicking ears are driving me crazy too. I hear so much that it blurrs." he sighed and figured he was talking too much. He shook his head again and looked over her. "No there is no guarantee that you will get free but there might be a better chance. Um....well we are at lest four stories up. There was nothing I can see on this side but a large fence with barb wire around the top about a 25 or so feet from this side of the building. It looks like there are guards walking around but I did not see any vehicles or anything like that. I am sure they are around the other side or something."
His hand went to his head and he rubbed over his right ear. It was getting hard to shut them down and focus. Sounds were starting to come to him without focus. Maybe there was a reason they were both still held here. Maybe at least he was not ready to venture out on his own? A default safely incase of escape maybe? "Carol....are your ears ringing?"
There were guards and barbed wire fences. "See? Even if you distracted them, I would never get through. No, we have to hide." She chuckled, thinking of the old movie plot where everyone escapes in with the laundry. "What about the laundry? How many movies have you seen where they escape that way?"
She noticed Layan's focus waning and he grabbed at his ear. "A little, but that's been going on since I woke up. My head hurts constantly. I must have hit my head or something but I don't remember how. Try to focus or we're in deep trouble."
Layan gave a small whimper as he tried to focus on Coral's words. "Laundry...we would need to know where the...laundry room is. But we don't know....when they take the laundry out..." he moved a hand to his other ear as the sounds were getting louder. It was getting harder to focus.
His teeth clenched together in effort. "How did....you make it stop?" He looked up at her his silver eyes flashing trying to focus on her.
"It must be downstairs, but I bet there are laundry chutes all over. Maybe if we can find one, we will know the laundry room is directly below it." She gently pushed him away from the door and peeked out. She tried to listen for approaching footsteps but heard nothing, only faint voices a distance away. "I didn't stop anything, it still hurts. But getting away is more important than pain," she said flatly. "Let's go." She grabbed hold of him and pulled him out into the hallway.
Layan gasped as he moved and gave a nod, "Yes...getting out....fresh air...warm ground." He whimpered as she pulled him into the hallway. His eyes watered against the bright light suddenly in the hall for a moment and they flicked over the hall. He reached out to take a hold of her hand and moved down towards the left where there was the least about of noise.
Carol set her jaw and practically pulled him along. When he pulled off to the left, she followed without resistance. He still had the heightened hearing, after all. But what was wrong with him? His mysterious symptoms seemed to be progressing. All of this was like a ridiculous bad dream that she could only hope would end soon, waking up in her own bed with her family yelling up at her to come down stairs for breakfast before she was late for school.
When they turned the corner, the relative quiet was due to a group of individuals, in militaristic as well as doctor's garb, hovering around a group of monitors. They all looked up and no one seemed surprised to see them. Those who could leveled guns upon them. Her deep-yellow gaze flicked off to the side and she could see herself and her companion on the monitor screens; they were unmistakable despite their disguises. Was that why no one had been chasing them? They already knew where the kids were hiding all along. Surveillance could see anything wandering up and down the halls.
Layan's lips pulled back in a snarl. "s**t...they tracked us....all along....it was like a practice run or something." He growled a bit and moved himself between Carol and the gun. This had all been just a game to test them. That was why it had been so easy for him to get out of the room this time and why it had been just as easy as any action movie to get the outfits and stuff. "Coral I am sorry....the noise was too much....I..." He mumbled under his breath as he heard one of the dart guns pop and he felt the bit of the dart hit his thigh. At least as things started to get fuzzy and dark his hearing was no longer super sensitive. He stood as long as he could ready to defend his friend before he fell to his knees and then the ground as the fast acting drugs hit him.
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Posted: Mon Sep 27, 2010 3:02 am
HIGH ALERT! PROJECTS WOLF & OWL HAVE ESCAPED!
Names: Pietro and Vittoria Turati
Reported By: Sunlit.rains and Ladyfirefox89
Evidence:
Fuzzy.... things felt fuzzy. Why? Pietro tried to sit up, but his vision went double as he tried. He took a deep breath, or...tried to. Tubes. There were tubes everywhere. In his nose, feeding him manufactured oxygen. In his arms, feeding him... Dio, he didn't even want to know what. He was in a white room. It looked sterile, like a doctor’s office or the hospital. He tried to lift his hand up. It was shaky, but he could do it. First thing he did was rip the tube in his nose out and take a big deep breath of natural air.
Ok, how did he get here? Pietro tried to reach back into the fuzzy recesses of his mind. Oh, that's right, they were on a plane and then they were in America, and then the struggle and then everything had faded to black. Vittoria. He had to find her. Despite the panic that set into his mind at the thought of his sister, Pietro made himself sit up, slowly. He swung his legs around over the edge of the bed and started addressing the issue of all these tubes. One by one he pulled them out. It was sickening. Pietro wasn't squeamish normally but this was NOT a normal situation, not by a long shot.
Finally as he was free of all the tubes, Pietro stood slowly and shakily. Looking around the room he noticed a mirror, and, well at first he wasn't even sure it was a mirror and not another person standing there. It wasn't him that he was looking at in the reflection, it couldn't be. The guy in the reflection looked....scared shitless, wide-eyed, a bit pale even. But what caught him even more off-guard was the streaks of silver running through his dark brown hair. He stood still and stared at it. Maybe it was grey instead of silver. He wasn't sure, but maybe he didn't want to know.
Upon noticing his hair was changing, Pietro decided that he better calm down and assess his whole body. Inhaling deeply through his nose, and slowly through his mouth he counted his breaths. Uno. Due. Tre... Finally he'd calmed down enough. So his hair was changing, he knew that. He checked that off in his mental checklist as he approached the mirror. Was his vision different? Maybe, it was hard to tell with the lighting in the room. The next thing he noticed was that it seemed his canine teeth were pointier? No... that didn’t seem right. Maybe they were just longer? Thoughts of vampires floated across Pietro's mind at noticing that. But no that was ridiculous.
As Pietro focused on his body, he noticed it ached a bit, but he couldn't sense any wounds. There was only one way to tell though, so he took off the gown they had him in and let himself take another deep breath before looking at himself in the mirror. He was still himself, as far as he could tell. Tan all over, but a bit tanner where his skin saw the sun. Not overly muscled, but fit, in an athletic way. He could see where the needles had been, and it looked like there had been a lot. More then what he pulled out. As if he had been injected with who knows what at some other point. His stomach gave a sickening churn at that thought. Then he turned around. He froze in horror, not even willing to believe what he saw at first. A tail. He was growing a tail.
Before Pietro even knew what he was doing, he was on all fours, crawling to the trashcan and dry heaving into it. His stomach was empty, but that didn't stop it from trying to bring up something. Anything. As if the action could purge the unnatural changes in his body. Finally though, it stopped and he was shaking all over. Then he became aware of someone sobbing, making strange, almost animalistic noises of despair. It only took him a few seconds to realize it was himself making those noises and he gathered himself into a ball on the floor. What was he doing? More importantly....what was happening to him?
A thousand thoughts and questions raced through Pietro's mind and then finally one came through bright and clear that made all the rest stop. Vittoria. He had to find her. They had her somewhere in here, and he was going to find her and get her out. It didn't matter to him at the moment that maybe none of this would have happened if Vittoria hadn’t convinced him to get on that plane. All he could feel was the blame that he had let it happen at all. He threw on the gown they had given him as fast as he could. The door, miraculously, was unlocked and he all but flung it open before starting out into the hallway to search for her.
It was warm. And yet a chill ran through her body as she started to come back from her faint. She could tell she was dead, for she was floating weightless as she came to. Her hair brushed her face and the tingle made her nose itch. As she scratched it, she felt something odd. And a slight tug on her arms as she tried to move them. Her eyes were still sightless, which she was used to. She ran her shaky fingers over her arm slowly. Something was wrong. There were tubes! Tubes everywhere. And she finally realized she wasn’t dead, but floating in some viscous fluid. She tried to yell, but her mouth filled with fluid and her tongue numbed.
Out of panic, she started to rip out every tube she could get her fingers on. Not noticing one fed breath into her lungs. With no more tubes to grab hold of, her mind finally realized the pain shooting through her chest. She was drowning and she didn’t even know where she was. All her throbbing head could think of was she was going to die before even saying goodbye to her brother. All she had wanted was the chance to see him, and the wonders the world had to offer. And yet the offer that had come from an unknown country had been a farce. A fallacy.
She was slipping back into the dark. Her lungs were completely void of air and her head pounding. She had tried to make as much noise as she could. Yelling and pounding on the glass that kept her trapped. But the water seemed to just muffle her fists and her screams. And once again, the darkness crept in.
The robe around her started to float around her as she went limp. And she had completely lost consciousness.
Why did there have to be so many doors? There seemed to be an endless amount. Pietro had opened one after the other as he went down the hallway. Yes, most definitely risky but Vittoria must be in one of the rooms. He had seen many others strapped down to tables, hooked up to machines, and in strange…devices, he didn’t even know what. He felt a tremendous amount of pity that they too were stuck in this place. He wondered what kind of lies had been told to them to get them to this place, what hopes may have been crushed, and lives destroyed. But why? That he had yet to find out. But he didn’t have time to help them, he had to help Vittoria. Family comes before all things. He believed that firmly to his core.
Finally luck was on his side and Pietro reached the right door. As he looked in he saw… well the best way to say was that it was shaped like a giant egg with some strange golden liquid and his sister floating in it. There were tubes, many tubes like he’d had to deal with. He took a few steps into the room and as he did, Vittoria’s eyes opened and then she began pulling, trying to free herself of the tubes. A rush of panic went through him as he noticed that she was pulling out her breathing tubes as well and was beginning to choke and drown. He looked around wildly for a release button, or something to break the glass with. The big red button. That must be it. He slammed it with the palm of his hand and looked for a reaction from the egg like container. He released the breath he was holding as the machine released both the liquid and his sister onto the floor and he ran over to her, taking her into his arms.
“Vittoria? Vittoria?! Are you alright?” Pietro called to her, trying to keep the sheer panic out of his voice. Trying and utterly failing.
Vittoria lay there in Pietro’s arms. Every part of her not moving. Even the blood in her veins had seemingly to stop, as it seemed time had stopped all around them as Pietro desperately called out her name.
Then, suddenly, Vittoria coughed up some of the golden liquid as her lungs rejected the fluid to force air in. She heaved and tried to sit up, or at least turn over as sharp crisp air rushed into her. She was finally able to breathe deeply and rest against the person who held her. She didn’t struggle. Something deep inside told her it was Pietro. She opened her eyes to look up at him. She still saw nothing, but her eyes had turned from milky white to a bright golden yellow.
“Brother.” She croaked. “Where are we?” She clung tightly to him, never wanting to be torn away again.
As Vittora lay utterly still, Pietro seemed to be the opposite. His heart thudded in his chest so fast it almost seemed like it would burst. Cold fear ran through him making his skin crawl. Every part of him felt alive with emotion as he sat there and thought to himself that his sister was dead. Then the relief rushed in as she started coughing up whatever it was she had been floating in. As the relief came, so did the tears. He was glad, if only for that brief moment, that she couldn’t see him as he cried and he twisted his head so he could wipe the tears off with his shoulder. He didn’t want to use his hands, he’d have to let her go, and that wasn’t something he was ready to do yet.
“Thank god…” He breathed quietly. Then he thought of how to address the question. “I don’t know Vitty…but it seems to be a place where there is much testing. Not a good place. We need to leave.”
Pietro’s eyes scanned over Vittoria, searching for any injuries or to discern what they had done to her. The first thing he noticed were her eyes and he couldn’t help a little gasp of surprise.
“Vittoria…your eyes. They are…” He paused, unsure of whether to ask the next thing. “Can you see?” He couldn’t help but feel hopeful that she could. No matter what horrible things had happened, that one thing could make them almost seem worth it.
Vittoria sat up to wrap her arms around him tightly. She didn’t let go till he asked about her eyes. And then, only enough so that their faces faced each other, her fingers tightly grasped behind his neck. “My eyes?” She blinked, there was something different it seemed…. “Why would you ask about my eyes?” She blinked again, and this time there was something else.
Something very confusing. There was something wrong with her brain. She wasn’t even able to comprehend what was happening. If she was able to describe it, others would have told her she was seeing a thing called light. “Pietro!” She almost all but screamed his name out. “Something’s wrong with my head.” She forgot about all her dangers. Panic had struck her again as she sat, knees up against her body and head buried in her hands.
“I don’t understand what’s happing. Why is all this happening Pietro?” She started to cry. Though she was still wet from the unknown liquid, so it didn’t matter if it spilled over to her clothes. Not that she would notice, She was so confused.
It surprised Pietro as Vittoria nearly screamed. It hurt his ears, causing his face to contort a little in pain. Maybe his hearing was more sensitive. He forced himself to be calm at her panicking and he pulled her closer, trying to radiate comfort as much as possible. He made a slight shushing noise and pet her hair which, he noticed as he pet it, was getting streaks of white.
“It’s ok Vittoria, I think…maybe you are just starting to be able to see?” Was Pietro sure that was what was happening? Not at all. But it was his best guess, and one that would hopefully calm her down. They needed to try to get out of there and fast. He also wished he had something to wipe her tears with, but all he had was the hospital gown, which wasn’t even doing a good job of covering him up. It took him a moment to think of a response to why it all was happening, but he still came up short. All he could do was blame himself for letting them take his sister, and himself as well.
“I…. I don’t know Vitty. I don’t know why. I just know I want to kill the bastardo that put us here. That and we need to try to leave.” Pietro didn’t want to but he shook her lightly to try to get her to calm down and focus. “They could come find us at any moment. We need to get moving, and try to get out.”
Vittoria trembled slightly as she wept. But the use of her childhood nickname brought her down to earth. She was silent for a moment after he shook her “Sight?” Her eyes blinked and the light got dimmer, then brighter again. She let a huge gasp escape and she griped his shirt tight “Pietro! Is this what light is like?” She looked around, but still all she could see was a little light, circled with darkness. No color, no shapes. Not yet.
She nodded and tried to stand. She swayed on her feet, wincing a little before gaining her balance. “My feet hurt…..Like I’ve been walking our streets barefoot all day and stubbed my toes on carts a hundred times.” A deep frown set to her face. “I’m scared Pietro…. I indeed wish to leave…” her hand on his shoulder became a little tremble again. “But I still can’t see. Just…. A circle of what I think is called light. Nothing else.” An inner sigh seemed to be released, as she silently hoped for more. Wished for the slightest sight of chartreuse. Or a glance at green. Some sort of color to tell her everything was getting better.
Pietro still wasn’t sure if he was right about the sight thing, but as she mentioned the light, it made sense to him. He couldn’t help but smile at the thought of her being able to see even a little at this point, maybe it meant she’d be able to see fully soon. Giving her hair one more stroke, a chuckle escaped at her reaction to the light.
As Vittoria started to stand Pietro backed away and stood up on his own to watch her. Every instinct told him to help her up, but he knew she liked to do things on her own. He took his eyes off her briefly to glance at the door to see if anyone was approaching. His ears weren’t picking up any footsteps, but he had to admit he was a bit distracted. As she mentioned her feet hurting he looked down at them, but there was nothing visibly wrong from what he could tell.
“Maybe your sight will come more with time. I really hope it does.” Pietro smiled again at the thought. “ In the meantime… we should get moving. You nearly screamed before, and I’m sure someone could have heard.” He paused again hesitating to ask since he knew Vittoria wouldn’t like it. “Do you need me to carry you?” She had mentioned her feet hurt her so maybe she wouldn’t be mad at him for asking.
Vittoria smiled brightly at the prospect. “I really hope so. I want to see my brothers face!” At her brothers next words she bite her lip, even tried to quiet her breathing. “I’m sorry.” She tried to say quietly “I…could not help but to scream. I was so confused. And the pain of the headache from nearly drowning did not help..” Her mouth gave a little quark though. “No, I just need you to lead me and warn me if there is something to jump over. I think I can even run.” She took a breath and reached out for his hand. Finding it instantly and squeezing it a little in comfort. No matter what seemed to happen, it never failed. It always seemed she could find her brothers hand.
She took another deep breath “I want to get out of here. Let’s go please. She squeezed his hand again and took a step. The first step in which she hoped was their freedom.
Pietro gave a broad smile in return as Vittoria smiled at him. Things like that were what got him through hard times. Seeing his sister happy meant the world to him. As she took his hand he gave it a solid squeeze back.
“Ok, let’s go then.” Pietro lead her to the door and then stopped, peeking his head out just enough to see if anyone was coming. The coast was clear, so he lead Vittoria out of the room. He looked hurriedly around for some form of exit. Luckily his English was excellent from both his study of it and from all the English speaking tourists that came to visit Venice, so recognizing the sign that said emergency exit was easy. He didn’t run, but rather did something like a speed walk towards it and then opened it, leading him and Vittoria out into the sunlight.
Vittoria took in a breath as they walked to the doorway. Her adrenaline was pumping, and for some reason it made her feet hurt more. Besides the wince and a silent moan, she tried to ignore it. Once Pietro started moving, she matched every noiseless step he took. They had to be quiet to make sure they had a chance. And she was used to stepping quietly. At home, in the old apartment they stayed at she had loved to sneak up on him. Although her shoes had holes and the floor boards creaked. Now, barefoot and on cold tile floor, it was much easier to sneak.
She could tell they were getting closer to freedom. Or, at least she hoped. It was getting brighter, almost unbearably so. And with the whoosh of fresh air, her scream burst out from her throat. The light was so bright, so blinding. She could stand it no more. After a lifetime of darkness, even the tiniest circle of light pierced through her pupils and lanced her brain. Dropping in pain to her knees, it seemed like the pain and her screams would never end. Even clinging and trying to cover her eyes did nothing to help.
Everything had been going smoothly until the door had opened and then suddenly Pietro was wide-eyed in shock as Vittoria dropped to the ground and let out scream after scream in pain. He didn’t know what to do. Comfort her, silence her, or just pick her up and try to carry her? Running away and leaving her wasn’t even an option in his mind. It was hard to think with the screaming and with everything that had happened today.
Unfortunately the time it was taking for Pietro to deliberate on what to do was all the time for the guards to take action. Suddenly Vittoria wasn’t screaming anymore, she was slumped over with a tranquilizer sticking out of her arm. Cold fear ran through Pietro for the second time today. He knew there was nothing he could do, in seconds they’d hit him too.
“No…Vittoria, I’m sorry.” Was all that was able to escape Pietro’s lips before he felt that he had been hit with a tranquilizer too. He felt dizzy, and he found himself on the ground next to his sister. He reached out with the last bit of energy he had left and took her hand. Then it all faded into nothing.
Vittoria could barely comprehend that there was noise coming from behind them. And still the pain would not cease. She felt if this pain kept up for any more than a moment, she would drown in her own pain, her own screams. And then it started to get dark. Thanking god, she cursed him at the same time. “I got the Demon!” She heard someone shout. Guessing it was a guard, and that once again, she had led her dear brother to certain doom.
Tears started flowing from her golden yellow eyes. Surprised the pain had not started them sooner. A gasp was all she could take before it was all dark. She was asleep now. Dreaming of the world beyond her vision.
The doctor had them both tied to a table, sighing over a clipboard flush of files. Two, to be exact. They bulged with pulse charts, notes, everything that had happened to his specimens. Even the dose it took to recently take them down in front of the building. He sighed again as he looked over the files to the two on the slabs.
An assistant walked in with a tray of needles to help the doctor. “Such a shame.” The doctor mumbled more to himself then to the assistant. “Our tests on the mice showed genetic splicing would work!” Taking a syringe from the tray and walking between the laden slabs. “When we put jellyfish genes into the mice, they glew!” He slammed the clipboard on the slab with Vittoria. “They GLEW damnit.” He smiled with another slight sigh. “And you, my precious little specimen. All you wanted to do was be able to see. But no, this batch is nearly as bad as the last.” Waving the syringe carelessly in the air as he motioned with his hand. “All we wanted was to help the world. Claim new bounds in science.” He chuckled slightly and pet her hair. "Well, at least your blood can still pump the syrum through your veins, and you have not turned into a full animal." He paused and his mouth quarked, as if this was a simple joke he could walk away from "Well, not yet my little specimen. At least, not yet."
Sticking the syringe into the slumbering Vittoria, his smile broadened “The experiment might have failed, but theres no reason we can’t continue. You see, my dear specimen.” Slipping the empty syringe from her vein and back on the tray the assistant held. “That is why you were caught after you so foolishly escaped.” A sudden scowl graced his face as he thought of the ignorant facility and its useless security. “Your eyes could not handle the light. And though you might feel some….other effects. You have indeed begun to see.” He turned to his assistant and took the syringe for Pietro. “Our scientists will need to work harder to perfect the serum. But for now, you will be sent some where you wont cause trouble.” Emptying the liquid into Pietro and putting the syringe back. One last glance at the sleeping specimens and the doctor smiled once more. “I just happen to know the perfect place.
And with that, he exited the room and their lives forever. With one simple serum, their lives had changed forever. With one simple decision, their lives had changed forever. And soon, with one simple trip, their lives would be more complicated than they would have ever toss and turn in their beds over. For now, their lives would never be the same.
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Posted: Tue Sep 28, 2010 5:39 pm
HIGH ALERT! PROJECTS WOLF & OWL HAVE ESCAPED!
Names: Nydia & Ulric Nicholas Vaughn
Reported By: -MoomoolatteCha- & Mr Zayn
Evidence:
Ulric sat down on his cot, just to stand up again. The boy sat on his tail wrong. "Damn it, I'm starting to hate that thing!" He grumbled loudly. Since it had grown, it just caused trouble for him. Pants all had to be ripped open for it, any female doctor around HAD to touch it, the base where it met up with skin itched.... He would have never guessed that a tail would be so annoying.
Instead of sitting back down, Ulric went to the door and looked out the observation window. He watched a couple of men who look like they were in an important conversation walk by. He may be a loner, but he was use to at least talking to adults. In this place there were little scintillating conversations. The doctors would just ask questions, nothing mind engaging though.
Ulric's left ear twitched, he was getting annoyed. He started to tap his nails, no - claws against the window. He wanted to talk to someone, he needed to have a debate, and he wished he didn't feel like a bug under a microscope! He didn't want to be just looked at anymore! His anger was starting to get out of control and Ulric didn't even realize it. His tapping had started to crack the glass window.
Ulric paused his thinking when he heard the glass crack, "Whoa!" He wondered if it was possible to break it without making too much noise. He wanted out, but he wanted to do it quietly. Looking, carefully at the cracks he chose a couple of breaking points. He knew that if he tapped on those areas with the right amount of force he'd be able to break off bigger pieces. And if he could catch them, then no one would know! He quickly tested out his theory and was able to catch five pieces, almost all of the window. He places those pieces on his bed and started to attempt to climb out to freedom.
Ulric was stuck! His hips and tail where still in the room, while the front part of him stuck out the window. He sighed dramatically, "Maybe I should have just asked for another sketch book? No, I really do want out of here! So think wolf boy - think!" He wiggled around a bit more, and realized that he could reach the door knob. He turned the knob and the door swayed open, his nose now touched the wall.
Nydia was walking around in her cell slowly looking at her toe nails that clipped on the cell floor. Looking at all of her newly grown body parts she groaned. Flapping her wings she hovered just a bit and her nails made a sound when she touched back down." I must be more beautiful than before, but...I don't like my feet. They are just ugly!" Nydia crossed her arms and sat down on one of the beds.
Sighing greatly Nydia wondered what was happening outside of this place and what happened to Ulric. She was soon going to be calling this place home it seemed. Hearing some voices she just looked up and raised a brow. Again, she couldn't understand their language. Shrugging she fluffed her wings and tapped her toe nails waiting for something to happen.
Raising a brow and closing her eyes to the quietness in the cell, she became annoyed. She wanted her music or tea. It was SO boring here! Knowing that the door was locked from the inside, Nydia stood slamming her fist into the glass window. Not worrying about anyone being around she flapped her wings and put a foot on the door knob, reaching out the window she opened the door. Slamming it open, she didn't see anyone around. She missed her family, friends, tea, music, and somewhat Ulric. Walking out of the room she looked at her now semi-bleeding hand. Shrugging off she went down the hall way.
Running down the hallway Nydia hid when she seen two men coming down the hall way. Hoping they wouldn't notice her she kept quiet until they passed. Hearing them go into a room she looked around slowly to see if anyone else was there, when it was clear she took off down the hall way. Tripping over something she slid across the floor and landed in front of some room with the sound of people screaming. Getting up quickly she looked in, trying not to scream in horror she backed away covering her mouth. Tearing up with what she saw, Nydia took off once more down the hall way.
Nydia rushed down the hall way and hid every time someone came by, still hoping she wouldn't be caught. Huffing and puffing she too just wanted to get out of hear. Being quiet for just a second she heard some voice speaking down the hall way. Half scared to death she turned to look down the hall way and seen another teen trying to get out of a room himself. Laughing softly to herself it had made her laugh. "Poor, poor puppy eh?" She asked as she ran her hand down the side of the wall as she walked towards him. Nydia tugged on his tail softly, "Wolfy boy need some help?" She said with a grin. She needed to get him out fast before someone found them both.
Ulric tensed at the voice and then turned limp. *Bet no one else has ever been caught in a door's window* He thought to himself. As the voice's owner tugged on his tail, he finally recognized it! It wasn't an orderly to throw in back in his room, it sounded like Nydia. "Wait, Nydia - You're here?! And yes, get me out of this whole, umm... please?" He sounded frustrated and confused.
"Yup, yup!" Nydia laughed at him and walked around to see his face. Giving him a playful smile and sticking out her tongue she poked him in the forehead." My pleasure, as long...as you let me help you any time I want." Nydia nodded quickly and bounced to around the door. Putting a foot on the door and pulling on his waist, she got him out. But they flew back and he landed on her. A hurt looking expression came across her face. Boy was he a heavy kid. She then thought she shouldn't have gotten him out that way after all, but at least he was out of the window to the door.
Owww, now his middle ached all over. He rolled over and stood up on his feet, held out his hand to help Nydia up, "Are you alright?" But as he was waiting for her response, he realized that she was changed also. He had started to wonder if these people where trying to make some type of werewolf, but Nydia looked like she had snowy owl wings? And her eyes had also changed. "An owl?" He asked under his breath.
Nydia blushed and took his hand. "I think so..." She stood slowly and looked at him with a deep blush across her face. Folding her wings and moved slightly with her nails clicking on the floor. Taking his hand she pulled him out of the room. Being completely quiet she just pulled him along. She didn't want him to know she was scared out of her mind of being in such a horrid place. Her yellow eyes scanned the places as she walked.
Were his hands getting sweaty or was it just humid in this facility? He tossed the idea away and concentrated on the fact the Nydia was here and they needed to both be free of this horrid place! He tugged back on the combined hands, trying to slow her down. He was on high alert for an odd noise or smell, hoping that it would alert him to people coming. But she was going to fast for him! "Slow down, someone is bound to hear us! And I can't tell if anyone is around!"
Nydia was pulled back quickly. She squeaked and fell back against him. Blushing deeply she nodded quietly. "Okay I'm sorry. "She turned around and looked at him. Hugging him tightly Nydia hid her face against his chest. She hoped he wouldn't mind that she was hugging him. Nydia was just too scared to think right now. Her hands gripped his shirt and her wings were by his sides.
Ulric froze; he had NEVER had a girl hug him before! Very awkwardly he patted her back, "Hey, it'll be okay. We'll get out of here, I promise. Heck, we can even use our new senses to guild us out of here!" Stepping away from her, he look hopeful, he thought of a way to lead them out of the building!
Sniffling she looked up at him. Shaking her head she backed away slowly from him, half scared. "N...n...no..."Nydia shook horribly as they stood there together. Sighing she thought of the past weeks, when she helped him. "Why would you want to get me out of here? I'm just some girl that gets in your business...right? "Turning she was going to walk off to leave Ulric alone.
Infuriated and suddenly panicked, he reached out and grabbed her hand, "No one should be in a place like this! And... And I want you safe." Ulric wasn't all too sure himself why it was so important to have Nydia safe, he just needed to know she was in a safe place, and that was NOT here. "Let's go this way, but slowly. And stay alert. I think I can smell the outside. Well, I smell grass, dirt, and trees." He tugged on her hand slightly, hoping she'd just follow. There wasn't time right now to talk about feelings - he hoped that there would never be time for that.
Nydia stared that him when he grabbed her hand. Sighing she nodded slowly. She really couldn't understand why he would want her safe. Following him when he tugged her hand, she just stared at the ground. After a while of walking she started to talk to him." Why do you want me safe...?"She asked softly. Nydia didn't care of what he could smell or hear. It truly didn't matter to her, she just wanted them both safe. Hearing some foot steps from down a hall way they just passed, she just quickly tightened her grip on Ulric's hand. "U....u...Ulrich..."
"This isn't the time, Nydia. We just need to get out of here!" He pulled her through a set of double doors. The smell was getting stronger; he knew they were closer to being outside now! There is was, just past another set of doors. "See, we're almost out!" He slowed down and looked around - it seemed as if there was no one there. So he opened the door and did see a couple of trees, flowers, dirt, and even people in white lab coats. What he had led them into was the Doctor's cafeteria, which was also an indoor garden.
"You have to understand we can't leave!" She yelled at him and tried to pull back on his hand. She just wasn't strong enough to pull him back. Nydia and Ulric were through the double doors to the cafeteria, she put her hand over her mouth so she wouldn't scream. Shaking horribly he could feel her shaking with worry. Nydia whispered. "L...l...leave...."Tugging back on his arm more to make him leave, she just could. "Ulric...we can't be here we'll get caught!" She said to him, hoping they wouldn't get caught.
That was it; her yelling made everyone look up. "Oh s**t. We're caught," He said with certainty. Already there was a gray haired man on the phone - He didn't even think the two of them could run away. The teens stood there while the people who changed their lives just watched - knowing someone would come and throw these kids back into rooms. As running people could be heard coming closer, he pulled Nydia tightly against him and whispered in her ear, "I'm sorry! This whole thing is my fault. We will get out of here one day and I will protect you."
Shaking her head when all the people took after them, she didn't know what to say. All she knew is that they'd never get out. Sighing at his words she just stood there. When Ulric took a hold of her and hugged her tightly, she blushed. Nydia looked up at him." We'll never be able to escape." She knew she would be separated from Ulric once again. "Ulric...just...don't forget about me okay? In case we never see each other again."
Four very large men splint in groups of two and each group pulled Ulric and Nydia away from each other. "You're too much of a pain in the a** to forget! And I made my promise to you anyways," He had more to say, but he was being pulled away to fast to continue speaking. The wolf teen didn't fight the two men, just allowed them to take him to a new room. This one had only a two foot vertical slit in the door.
"There's no way you can escape this time boy," One of the burly men voiced.
Ulric just sighed, walked to his bed and sat down. The thoughts in his head were of Nydia and getting out of this place.
She was the pain in the a**? Sighing as they were torn apart. But then unlike Ulric she fought back. Nydia kicked and screamed at the guys to get off her, "Get off me! Get off me!" Her feet kept stabbing at their legs until they were able to throw her in the new room. After they put her in the cell she paced around a good while."He's gone...Ulric!" Nydia started to beat upon the door to get him back. Finally, she just gave up and curled up onto the bed.
It looked like as if they'd never see each other again.
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Posted: Tue Sep 28, 2010 8:38 pm
Dooma and I are officially withdrawing from the contest. This post is with permission and at the request of Sela. Thank you.
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Posted: Thu Sep 30, 2010 10:22 am
HIGH ALERT! PROJECTS WOLF & OWL HAVE ESCAPED!
Names: Maiara Frost and Eric O'Connor
Reported By: Scaramouche Fandango and ArchaeEgyptologist
Evidence:
They wouldn’t give him any more sedative and he didn’t know why. At first, he’d hated it. Then the IV drip had been a blessing- unconsciousness had become a haven for him. But now? Now Eric O’Connor couldn’t sleep and they wouldn’t give him any more sedative. He blamed the beeping. He’d almost gotten used to being strapped down, almost gotten used to the wires and needles poking into him, and almost got used to the constant beeping from the monitors. The key word, of course, was almost. Almost was the difference between making the jump and smashing against the cliff face. Almost was that cartoon coyote starving to death because he couldn’t quite catch that roadrunner. Almost was never good enough. As he tossed and turned in his hard hospital bed, something within him snapped. Breaking free of the admittedly flimsy restraints, he growled with anger and sucker-punched the monitor, ripping out the leads in a few rough movements. This... was a bad idea. Although the monitor turned black and died with a final long tone, his hand was bleeding rather heavily. Sucking his knuckles, the coppery taste of blood was almost a comfort. Horrified, he spat out his hand, pressing it against the leg of his pants to try and stop the bleeding. Blood, especially his own, should never be a comfort! He had to get out of this place. He was going crazy. The doctors would come any minute, and once they saw what he had done, they’d lock him up even more tightly. Not knowing what else to do, he grabbed the heavy black box the wires originated from and smashed it against the door handle, howling wordlessly in frustration and anger. Much to his surprise, both box and latch broke. He’d never had the physical strength or mental determination to do anything like that before- he’d never been mad enough to smash anything. And yet here he was, acting like that big green guy in the comics, destroying somebody else’s property. And liking it. Slamming the door open with his shoulder, he darted out into the hallway, letting his newly-born instincts guide him. He hoped that the wolf they’d put into him would lead him, because the human inside was clueless.
Maiara Frost smiled in her sleep as she drifted in a peaceful dreamland. She’d never had dreams like this before. Odd, they were. Dreams of flying, of soaring, of limitless skies. She flew over mountains, skipped over seas. She glided silently through boreal forests, the snowy pine trees silent sentinels keeping watch over her flight. She’d only been awake for a few hours since she’d been taken- she hadn’t once seen the boy she’d been taken with, and didn’t even know the doctors’ names. At first, when she’d been aroused from her chemical nap, she’d been in so much pain she couldn’t speak. But now... sure, there was an aching, a throbbing soreness that she doubted would ever go away, but it was manageable. Like living with a constant headache. Eventually she stopped noticing. But she preferred being asleep- it was the only time she was happy anymore. She’d heard once the doctors say that she’d learn to fly, if all went well... but in the real world, there was air pollution. There were planes. There were thrill-seekers and UFO-hunters. She didn’t want to be downed by the government and taken away as an experiment... not again. So peacefully she slept, the chemicals and machines doing their part to keep her under.
Now that he was out, Eric quite simply didn’t know what to do. His instincts screamed at him to run, nerves tingling with anticipation and fear, but his mind couldn’t quite cope. Perhaps... perhaps it was best to let the instincts take over. But at what cost? What would he lose mentally every time he let the wolf win? One day, he knew, he would escape from this place. He’d need to have his wits about him- all the plastic surgery in the world wouldn’t make up for a shot mind. As he prowled through the halls, he noticed that the doctors weren’t roaming like they typically did. Was it really late at night or something? Why weren’t they making their rounds? A body on a gurney caught his eye, and the fear was replaced by rage. Maiara! What were they doing to her? Growling, he skidded across the hallway to the girl’s prone form. She looked... oh dear god.
Her arms, once slim and slender, were now thick with feathers. They were becoming... wings. He didn’t understand how or why, but he knew that he had to get her outside. Had to get her away. She looked so peaceful, out like that... but she had to be hurting. He had to do something. Had to... stop thinking and get her to safety already! Mindless as to what pulling the IV needles and plugs would do, he yanked them from her flesh, skin tugging at too-blunt needles. As she began to wake up, he shoved the gurney roughly down the hall, chasing after it and pushing it again when he caught up. There had to be an exit around here somewhere.
As she was soaring over the mountains of her dreamscape, something jolted Maiara in mid-flap. Screeching, she spiraled downward, down, down, down into the gaping maw of a black abyss. She braced for impact, hoping to wake up... but alertness didn’t return. Not until she hit the ground with a sickening crunch. Shrieking in pain, she woke abruptly, terrified by the fear of her dream and of the paralysis which kept her in place on the cold metal table. She was moving. Fast. And... straps? She was strapped down. Although her vision was clouded by the sedative, she could tell that the man running alongside the gurney wasn’t a doctor. Ears... a tail... a fellow experiment? “Stop!” she cried. “Stop it! Right now!”
As soon as he heard her voice, Eric skidded to a stop, the soles of his tennis shoes leaving long black streaks on the hospital’s tile floor. “Maiara!” he shouted, half-relieved and half-scared witless. “Hang on. Something’s wrong with your arms. I’m taking you on a field trip. Just stay down.” He was almost barking out orders now, but he didn’t have time to be surprised by the change in temperament. If anything, he was getting used to these little surprises.
“Eric!” the half-avian said in groggy surprise. “It’s... they’re wings. They’re... doing something to me. I’ve been asleep most of the time... they keep me hooked into a sedative drip... they say I’ll fly one day. They’ve... taken me on control flights. I’m not very good yet... but I might be. Eventually.” She paused for a moment, chilled by the realization of what she’d said. ”What are they doing to us?” Had she not been strapped down, she would have curled up and panicked. This was worse- she couldn’t even move. All she could do was quiver and cry.
“Better flight than what they’re doing to me,” Eric said, offering an arm to help her down from the gurney. “They seem to be splicing us with animals. It might be kinda cool, if I’d, y’know, asked for the procedure. Apparently transhumanism isn’t dead.” He looked down at her- something was wrong. She was shaking quite a bit, and for a terrified moment he thought she was going into a seizure caused by him removing her from the meds. Reaching down, he grasped her hand in his, not caring about propriety. “s**t! Maiara! Ohjeezus. What’s wrong?” He was practically babbling- what if she died or something?
But she wasn’t dying- at least, not of anything chemical. Fear, however, might be shaving years from her life. All she could do was squeeze his hand, grateful for the comfort. “Get me out of here!” she wailed.
Eric was only too happy to oblige. “Right, then!” he said, pushing the gurney with one hand and holding hers with the other. Exit, exit, exit... what the hell kind of hospital didn’t have those red exit signs? For all he knew, he was taking her deeper into the hospital. He’d just have to trust himself...
Something down a side hallway caught his eye. Two very large doors unlike any he’d seen before in the hospital sat by themselves at the very end of a corridor. Those doors... those weren’t normal doors. They were swinging doors, the kind that could lead to a kitchen... or to the outside world! Whipping the gurney around, he backed it through the doors, hoping desperately that the doors didn’t lead to someplace even more unpleasant...
And then they were free! Maiara lay still while Eric unbuckled the restraints and helped her down from the gurney. Her knees almost buckled, and she was forced to lean into him for support. Not that she minded. This was easily the kindest thing anybody had done for her in a long time, and she intended to take as much kindness as he was willing to give. From the look of it, it was the late in the morning. Ten thirty, maybe? The sun was bright, and though the sky was a pale, watery blue, it was still there. Both gazed up in wonder. How long had it been since either of them had seen the sky? They’d both lost track of time since arriving at the hospital- there were no clocks in there, and certainly no windows. The yard they found themselves in wasn’t much of a yard. Just grass, no flowers, no trees. No shrubbery. And one big-a** brick wall bordering it on three sides. She thought about flying over it, but there wasn’t enough room for a running start... and anyways, where would she go? She didn’t know where she was, didn’t know how long she could fly for, and she certainly wasn’t going to leave the coffee boy behind. While she longed for escape, she understood that there was nothing she could feasibly do. Why waste the energy on something futile? Maybe Eric would have a plan.
Eric’s only plan was sitting in the sunshine- at least, for a while. He was beginning to appreciate human reason more and more- instincts were not the best thing for planning. Now they were stuck in this little bricked-in square of grass without a clue about where to go next. He looked over at Maiara and the feathers on her arms. Wings. Arm-wings. “So... you said you can fly now...” He looked pointedly at the top of the wall.
Maiara shook her head. “It’s not that simple- I need the room to start, which I don’t have, and it’s not easy. I can barely walk, much less take off flying.” Awkwardly, she sank to the ground, folding her weakened legs beneath her. “I can never walk well after I’ve been sedated. I don’t think anybody can.”
Eric sat down next to her, laughing awkwardly. Damn, it felt good to laugh a bit, even if there hadn’t really been a joke. “Yeah... They won’t give me any more sedative. I think they’re pretty sadistic here.”
She snorted. “You think? C’mon, coyote-ears-”
"Wolf.
"Sorry, what?"
“Wolf. Arctic wolf. That’s what it says on my charts. Homo sapiens x Canis lupus arctos. Like the Arctic Monkeys, only not a band and more of a freak of science.”
She nodded, getting the reference. “Well, that doesn’t change the fact that we seem to be in hospit-hell. I don’t even know how we got here. One minute, I’m riding my bike to practice... the next... I don’t remember.” She squeezed her eyes shut, trying to think. She felt almost uncomfortable, telling him so much. It wasn’t that she didn’t trust him- it was more that she didn’t trust herself. She felt so insecure talking to people these days. “I think I’d remember why I was in the hospital... Don’t you?”
He shook his head, a bit sadly. “I don’t remember either. I was walking to work... last thing I remember is seeing this guy’s umbrella fall off a trolley and onto the sidewalk... it rolled into the gutter, and I picked it up. I think maybe I must have gotten hit by a car. It’s the only explanation I can think of. But.. Hm. I was gonna say, I don’t think we’re in San Francisco anymore, but I don’t even know. It doesn’t smell like home- it smells like hospital. Like any hospital. For all we know, we could be down the street from places we know.”
They stared off into space, just sitting next to each other. Neither really knew what to say after that. What if they were basically home? What if their parents knew this was happening to them? He didn’t know her parents, but he was sure his would never do this to him... but then, they might not know. Did anybody even know that they were alive? Were they presumed dead? Had there been a memorial service? How was her band doing? How was she doing? He noticed that they’d yet to let go of each others’ hands. He would have killed for this chance back at home. He would have been peppering her with questions about the band, questions about her, questions about the scene... but he couldn’t really think of music at a time like this. All he could think about was how much he wanted his old life back. Biting his lip, he let the thoughts come. As he did, a plan began to swirl together in his head. “Y’know... we should go back inside.”
Maiara stared at him in shock. Had he gone mad? “What the hell! Why would you ever want to go back in there?” she said angrily. “Did the sun go to your head or something?”
“Nono, think for a sec,” he said, hoping she wouldn’t hit him. “We know this place is here now. Sometime when you’re better at flying, we can come back. You can fly over the wall, steal some rope, then come back for me if you think it’s safe. If not, you can go back home and tell people what happened. Go to the police. If they see you, they’ll have to believe you. Then they’ll bust this place wide open and get me out of here.”
She had to admit, it wasn’t a bad plan. He’d gotten them out of there once, and he’d only be getting stronger. More wolf-like. She’d be stronger, too, and not so doped up. She could steal a rope and get them both to freedom!
And that’s when she realized that they weren’t alone. There were five of them. Five big, angry-looking orderlies carrying restraints and syringes. No doctors accompanied them, and she had the nerve to feel insulted. Were they that unimportant? Had they really not invested that much energy into creating their little freaks?
Eric saw them, too. Rising to his feet, gently helping Maiara stand, he stared up at the men, daring them to take another step closer until she was ok. There were too many of them. They were completely surrounded. As five of the orderlies approached them, glaring angrily, he glanced around quickly, trying to figure out what he could possibly do. He could tell that there was only one option, and while his spirit raged against it, he knew there was only one thing to do. “We surrender.”
The forced march back inside wasn’t pleasant, by any means of the word. He was strapped into a half-straightjacket, while her wrists were clamped together. A pair of orderlies escorted each of them, while a fifth man managed the dented gurney. As soon as they walked through the doors, they were steered down different hallways without so much as a word. For her part, Maiara went quietly, hoping that the orderlies wouldn’t handle her arms too roughly. Twisting her head over her shoulder (was it her imagination, or could she rotate it much further now?), she looked back to see what had happened to Eric, but he and his orderlies had disappeared down the hallway...
And were now rounding a bend. The two large men on either side of Eric glared at him, but said nothing. His tail tucked between his legs, pointy ears held low, he whimpered softly, mentally kicking himself for what he’d done. They’d probably punish her as well as him... he hoped that they’d go easy on her. She hadn’t done anything wrong- her only crime was being associated with him. Would he see her again? Only time would tell. But one thing was certain...
They weren’t going to keep them apart forever.
Not if he could help it.
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Posted: Thu Sep 30, 2010 12:11 pm
Remember, round 3 is due tonight.
I will be LOCKING the thread right before midnight (11:59 tonight)
So if you haven't posted your entry by then, sorry but you won't be getting points for round 3 Dx
So make sure you at least post what you have so far sometime today and edit it if you end up getting more done before 11:59.
Don't wait until 11:59 xD bc I'm going to lock it sometime during that minute.
Unfinished entries get you more points than no entry at all!
::ROUND 3..Welcome to the Asylum::
Now you've completed round 2! Or.. no probably not. But you will be doing in a short time. Oh yes.
So now, on to the third and final round.
Unfortunately, I will be unable to extend this round to last longer than the 30th. So please try your best to get some of it done this weekend and whenever you can. One suggestion I have is to rp back and forth in a PM. That would be fine with me as long as you still use paragraph style.
NOTE: If you don't get this round's entry posted before it becomes October 1st my time (that'd be midnight EST Oct 1), then you WILL BE DISQUALIFIED.
I don't care if your entry is half finished. I want to see your post there before I closed this contest.
Start date: Sept 25
End date: Wednesday Sept 29 @11PM EST (may extend to the 30th)
::RULES::
The team member going for the owl must post the form here!
Have fun
Don't post in this thread for any reason other than to post entries
You may edit your posted forms up until the closing time.
Don't ask me if I liked your entry, don't ask me how you did, don't ask me for a score. You won't get one until the end of the entire contest ;D
::INFO::
Fill out the form provided. The prompt is below. Make sure you rp out all three things I ask for.
You'll want to communicate via PM and I suggest trying to rp back and forth via PM so that both partners can simply add to the rp when they have time.
You can also talk in the main thread about it, but you might not want to give other participants your ideas!
I doubt I need to say this but, you must rp in paragraph style with past tense.
Also, be sure to distinguish who is talking by using different colors and/or putting their name in front. You can choose whatever color you want, but please let me know which is for which patient ^^
::INSTRUCTIONS::
Read the prompt and roleplay out the response as the patient you chose with your team partner.
I WANT THOSE GOING FOR THE OWL TO POST THIS FORM
If the wolf person posts the form, I'll delete your post and tell you to have the right person post it
(if the owl partner does not post the form within 30 minutes from the closing time and the wolf partner hasn't heard from them for a while, I'll let the wolf partner post it xD)
: razz ROMPT::
You know you're to be relocated, moved, transferred. You've heard rumors and whispers. Are they going to let you out? Allow you to go back to your old life? But surely that isn't the case. Look at you now... changed in many ways. You'd never be accepted back into society. So then where will they send you? Surely they won't simply kill you off..? You hear rumors of an asylum, some place where many other experiments are being sent.
Sure enough, you and your acquaintance (owl and wolf) find yourselves being transported together and soon arrive at your new 'home'. The Asylum; a dark and rather creepy looking old building with even worse things lurking inside.
Three things I want you to rp out...
1. What is your reaction to finding out there are more experiments out there?
2. How are you two transported to the asylum? (are you drugged, chained up, knocked out, simply forced to comply, or something else)
3. What is your first impression of the asylum and what happens after you arrive?
::REMEMBER::
The asylum is run by the head doctors, however, your patient may not meet these doctors for a long time. It's more likely they will be greeted by the welcoming staff of the asylum. And by welcoming I mean evil. Ahem. No, not really. But your patients probably won't meet the doctors right now either way.
You may use reference to or include characters already in the asylum in your rp response ONLY if you have the owner's permission. Yes, I will be asking them.
You may use Lulu in your response if you want. owo since I own her. If you'd like to somehow include her in the rp response (mentioning them seeing her, or her talking to them as long as it fits her character) then that is fine.
But using anyone's character currently in the aslyum in a way that does not fit their personality will get you docked points. So it's up to you if you want to risk it >3
::FORM::
[color=red][size=15]PROJECT STATUS: FAILED. IMMEDIATE RELOCATION UNDERWAY
[size=11][b]Names: (the names of both the patients)
[b]Relocation Officers: (put the usernames of both team members)
[b]Relocation Status:
(insert rp here)
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Posted: Thu Sep 30, 2010 2:58 pm
PROJECT STATUS: FAILED. IMMEDIATE RELOCATION UNDERWAY
Names: Vittoria Turati and Pietro Turati
Relocation Officers: ladyfirefox89 and Sunlit.rains
Relocation Status:
Vittoria barely registered being jostled around. It had been a few days since the attempt to escape. But it didn’t matter. They pumped her so full of drugs that even when she was awake, it felt like a dream. Or the horrible nightmare it really was. The only comfort she had was that the facility had put her brother and her in the same cell. They figured being so doped up they wouldn’t try to escape again. And besides, they needed to save space for the other patients and the ones coming in. But it was only now, when they had chained her inside the back of some cage looking vehicle that she began to get more awareness. It smelled of old flesh, living and unliving. Though it looked pristine and spotless to her still adjusting eyes, she could sense much filth had been done inside. She didn’t even notice that now she could see actual shapes. The light still bothered her and so she would squint often, or fully refuse to open them in general. But now she looked around, trying to see what could be done. Trying to ignore the chill of the metal clamps around her wrist, and making sure they loaded her brother on with her.
It was annoying. Constantly waking up and feeling totally dazed and fuzzy the whole bit. It made sense to Pietro. The people who watched them would be stupid to do anything else but to keep them constantly drugged after trying to escaped. He could acknowledge that even in his muddled state. He was always glad when he could see that Vittoria was still with him. As long as they didn’t get separated, he could keep going.
It seemed they were being loaded onto some sort of vehicle. Pietro tried to rustle up the strength to struggle, maybe try to break free and get Vittoria out too. But it seemed his limbs weren’t going to obey him. He faded out into blackness again for a while after being loaded in. When he came to, he was feeling more alert then he had in days. Taking the rare opportunity, he looked around to figure out his surroundings. He was handcuffed, and probably was not going to be able to get out of it, and there was Vittoria. She looked to be just waking up too and also in handcuffs.
Ok so….they were being moved, Pietro knew that much. He wracked his still semi fuzzy brain to see if he could remember any talk of them being moved. Oh yes, he remembered mention of an “asylum”. Searching further in his mind for English vocabulary proved fruitless, since he didn’t think it was a word he’d ever learned. It didn’t sound good to him though since he could remember whoever was talking about it mentioning something about them being sent to the asylum with the other failures, to be with the freaks and the crazies. Pietro had learned those words, and it sounded like they were being sent to an asilo. He glanced back at Vittoria.
“Vitty?” Pietro’s voice came out in an almost croak from not using it in so long. He cleared it a bit and then concentrated on trying to sit up. “Vitty are you awake?” His voice came out more clear this time, but still sounded odd to him.
Vittoria had been looking around the metal cavern they were in, still slightly dazed. It seemed so large for just two elder teenagers. Her head perked up at her nickname, and looked to Pietro. Her brothers face. She could see it! Barely, just barely as her eyes gained and lost focus, and she could see shadows more than light. Tears flooded her eyes, making them useless again, but she had seen his face, and that was the only thing she needed. They could be taking them to be burned alive for all she cared. She had seen his face, and could die happy. Oh, to hold his hand again, to get that connection now that she wasn’t drugged and useless. She could see that the cuffs had been connected to a chain running through brackets. If she wished, she could walk over and hug him tight.
And yet, for some reason, she started to feel sorrow again. “……Brother….” She took a deep breath and tried to wipe away her tears with a hand that shook. “I am sorry.” Her head bending to the floor, her arms hugging around a body that had suddenly gone icy cold as she slightly shook all over now. “It is my fault you are here…. I lied to you, and it was wrong of me.” She looked up at his face, his aluminum colored hair. How darker streaks of grey laced a head of light. They matched his eyes though. Bringing out the blue and brown of his miss matched irises. And his ears, so fluffy and white. She took no notice to his animalistic ears. She had never seen is wondrous face before, and had no idea they had never been there before. Her own bodily changes had yet to take place, besides her new, glorious eyes.
“If it weren’t for me, you would be a world class glass blower right now, living your dream and living with someone who cherishes you.”
Pietro didn’t know how to interpret it as Vittoria looked at him and began to cry. He thought perhaps she was crying because of the situation they were it. It didn’t even occur to him that she would be crying just from being able to see his face.
“Shhh Vitty it’s ok.” He tried to soothe her. Though Pietro despaired that there was very little he could do to soothe her. Then she began to speak about blaming herself and Pietro frowned deeply.
“No. It’s my fault. I should have realized it was a trick and protected you.” He wished he could hug her and pet her hair like he always did. “I was foolish, and even knowing how horrible people were I trusted them.” Even though Vittoria blamed herself, Pietro didn’t see it as her fault at all. In his book it all fell on his shoulders.
“Besides…” He chewed his lower lip a little as he chose his words. “Soon we’ll be in a new place, a place with others who are like we are now. Maybe all together we can make some sort of escape yes?” Even as he said it Pietro doubted that was true. But he was determined to make Vittoria believe it as well as himself. He had to have hope still, if only for Vittoria’s sake.
She shook her head “Brother, you always protect me.” She wiped her eyes and smiled at him “Is that to be your job from now on?” She tried to make light of the situation by joking “Because it’s a full time job and I don’t pay well.” She tried to force a chuckle. She hated that she brought him here, but she hated more the idea of making him sad because she was sad.
At his next sentence she tilted her head, blinking at him as white hair brushed into her eyes. “A place with people like us?” She wondered if he meant a place for Italians or a place for people who have been tested on. She still had no idea of the changes that would happen to her, though she was soon to find out.
“You mean, there was more people that place tested on?” She didn’t know how to feel. The thought was all too sad. And yet, it had given her sight. The only thing they had wronged her in her mind was locking them up in a cage like an animal and mistreating their patients.
Vittoria’s joke wasn’t necessarily funny to him, but Pietro chuckled anyway. He didn’t really think protecting her was his new job really since he’d always felt protective of her. Plus, he could tell she wasn’t really happy and that the joke was forced.
“I’ll always want to protect you Vitty. That hasn’t changed just because of” He made a gesture to himself and her. “All of this.” He sat up enough to lean against the side of the vehicle.
When she asked him about the others he gave her a nod to indicate that he had indeed meant that they were other experiments. He was silent about it, maybe a little pensive. He hated that there was a place where others like them were sent. Others that surely had hopes , dreams and lives destroyed for nothing. Well Pietro saw it as nothing. Maybe the researchers thought they were doing something for the greater good, Pietro didn’t think sacrificing the lives of so many to do it made it worth it. He stared quietly at the floor, getting lost in thought over it.
Vitty could tell Pietro wasn’t fooled, so her smile gradually faded. “That’s…..So sad.” She decided. She looked up at him and paused “Do…do you think any of them were blind like me?” She hugged her knees to her chest on the small bench and rests her head on her knees. “I hope it worked for them.” She couldn’t help but see that there was one sliver of good in this dark and dirty catastrophe. And she planned to do a whole lot more seeing before she died. She gave pietro a true smile now. “I am glad I got to see your face, brother.”
Pietro hated seeing Vittoria’s smile fade, but he hadn’t wanted to lie to her either and pretend he was happy. He did stop staring at the floor as she began to speak.
“Maybe. Who knows what they were before. I’m sure blindness wasn’t the only thing they were trying to fix.” Pietro had to give her a big smile at the part about being able to see his face. He wished he could give her hand a squeeze. “Yes, you can finally see what a handsome brother you have.” He teased lightly, pushing the thoughts that now he looked like a freak out of his mind. “And soon you can see that I am equally blessed with a beautiful sister.” Vittoria was still as beautiful as ever. It seemed that the experiments hadn’t changed her overly much. Not nearly as drastically as it had him.
Vitty giggled at his comment. She had forgotten she was in some metal truck being taken to some prison called by another name. In that one moment, her dear brother had made her chuckle and forget the world around them. “I just can’t wait to feel how truly fluffy your ears are. Hmmmm, maybe they didn’t pump me with as many drugs as they did to you?” She thought about it, but nothing really seemed to fit into why her brother had changed, and she really hadn’t. Vitty’s mouth twitched a little though “Maybe someone had really bad balance and they tried to fix it, but instead he grew 8 legs like a spider.” She shivered a little, she had always disliked spiders.
“I wonder what they pumped into me….” Just then, the truck seemed to turn a corner and slow down. Though it had been such a sharp turn that it had made Vittoria fall off her bench and hit her back on it. She winced “Oww, don’t these people know how to drive?” Just then, she paused and her face became blank. Her gaze looked up at her brother, almost in a pleading tone. Then the screaming began again.
It wasn’t surprising that her feet had hurt so much when they tried to escape. Talons started to poke their sharp edges out of her toenails. The black of them standing out from her slightly pale skin. And then the wings came. It seemed as though one second her back had been fine. Yet the next moment, Vittoria was huddling up on the ground, her hands still chained to the bench. And Her wings ripped out and splattered blood along the wall. So much blood came out. Seeming it would never end, but drip down her back forever. Or until her blood stopped pumping. By now, Vittoria was deeply feverish and fighting desperately to stay conscious. And the truck stopped.
How truly fluffy his ears were? Pietro blinked and reached up and felt his ears. They were fluffy. Yet again he was fighting the urge to throw up as he discovered yet another change. Finding a distraction wasn’t hard though as suddenly Vittoria was screaming again. He was snapped out of his shock at himself to stare at her in shock and horror. Suddenly she had…claws, claws and wings. There was blood, a lot of blood, and oh god it smelled good, so good. Suddenly he froze as that thought crossed his mind. He wanted to lick the blood… what was wrong with him?! Though he made himself focus, his sister was hurt, and he could worry about his humanity later.
“Vittoria!” He called desperately trying to reach out to her. Then suddenly the doors opened and they were being hauled out.
“s**t. Look at all this blood. What a mess.” Came a masculine sounding voice. Pietro only vaguely heard as he was struggling and fighting with all he had trying to get loose to get to his sister. No such luck though. He was still weak from the meds they’d had him on. As they carried him away from Vittoria he got a good glimpse of the place he’d be calling home and his heart sank further. It looked like something out of a horror movie, an evil castle that held horrors to kill them all. Just looking at the place made the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end. How was he going to protect Vittoria in there?
Vittoria’s wings and talons were now completely out of the skin that sheathed them. She could barely register anything with the fever and pain warping her brain. Not to mention that this new area had lots of snow that bounced sunlight straight into her eyes. As though it had been given a Seek and Destroy mission from some malicious person. She could feel herself being thrown over someone’s shoulder, only because it sent new tsunamis of pain lashing through her. Her throat had given out and now only hoarse gasps escaped her mouth. She tried to lift her head to see Pietro. For one instant she was able to see her brother being carried away to some building. It was almost as if it were from some dark fairy tale. How worn down and overgrown it was. How fitting for such unreal creatures they had become to live there. And as her vision began to blur again, there was a halo of white around the building cast off by the snow. And the darkness seeped in as she fainted. Pain and fever overpowering her will to make sure she stayed with her brother.
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Posted: Thu Sep 30, 2010 8:48 pm
I'm too nervous to not post this... if Archae comes on, I'll delete my post and let her post it. We're very sorry that we took so long on the other rounds- things got really bad for us IRL. We shoulda talked to you or something. Anyways, here's our round 3 entry! Sorry for making you wait so long. (By the way, Scaramouche Fandango grants permission for the appearances of Lutwidge and Edmund the Bee Boy.)
PROJECT STATUS: FAILED. IMMEDIATE RELOCATION UNDERWAY
Names: Maiara Frost and Eric O’Connor
Relocation Officers: ArchaeEgyptologist and Scaramouche Fandango
Relocation Status:
As Maiara Frost, formerly human, finished her stretches, she smiled to herself. She was getting stronger now. Faster. It took less of an effort to take off, and she could make flights of up to three minutes in length before she started hurting. She knew this- they timed her each time. She hadn’t had a medical procedure done in months- no surgeries, few medicines. What had increased was the monitoring and the tests. And, oddly enough, the privileges. She’d been allowed to see Eric once- they were taken to a small room with a steel door and a one-way mirror and allowed to converse and eat lunch together. She’d been taken outside several times and was once even allowed to fly in natural air. Now, more than ever, she wondered what they were doing. And now, more than ever, she was preparing herself for her eventual escape. Today wouldn’t be the day... but it would be soon. And then... a knock at the door.
Eric growled, snarling, pouncing, leaping, wrestling with the piece of hide. Ripping at it with his elongated canines and pointed molars, he shredded the edge of the leather into something unrecognizable. This was “rec time,” what a normal hospital would have called occupational therapy. Granted, ripping leather was hardly an occupation, and in the back of his mind, the environmentalist he’d used to be railed against the use of animal skin for something so trivial.
But in some ways, he knew it was good for him. It was making him better, faster, stronger.
Soon, it would be time to go. He’d find Maiara and then they’d put their plan into motion. It would work. It would have to work. He jumped to his feet when he heard the knock at the door. Who knocked in this place?
Confused, the white-feathered femme opened her door a crack. “Er...Eric?”
The chloroform-laced rag was not what she was expecting. Gasping and hacking, she fell to the floor, wheezing into the fabric. She saw hands reaching for her as the world went dark. “N...no...” she whispered before lapsing into unconsciousness.
“What do you want?” he shouted gruffly, knowing that it wouldn’t be anybody he cared about. Probably... well, he had no idea. But he wasn’t entirely sure he wanted to know. Instead of an answer, the doors flew open and the side of his head made painful, solid contact with what seemed to be a boot. The corners of his vision went black as he wondered which orderly he’d pissed off...
He came to in darkness. He was in an airless space, a stifling environment that was moving. A truck? A boxcar? Something like that. His hands were cuffed behind his back with the tough Goretex restraints- the kind he couldn’t chew through. He was strapped down, and there was... somebody next to him. Taking a deep breath of the air and letting his canine sense work to their full effect, he picked up the smell of horrid old bodily secretions- blood, urine, vomit- and the warm, sweet smell of Maiara next to him. Jolting to attention, the belt cut into his midsection. “Maiara!” he hissed, not knowing if they were being monitored. “Are you awake?” He saw her form slumped over as his eyes adjusted to the darkness, and he struggled against his restraints. So help him if they’d hurt her...
As she slumbered, Maiara was called into wakefulness by the bumping and jostling and the calling of her name. Somebody was there... Eric, perhaps? Shaking her head groggily, she opened her eyes slowly. She could see fairly well in the darkened interior of what seemed to be a box truck. Yes, there was Eric... and there was a whole lot of stuff on the floor that she really didn’t want to see. “Eric? I’m awake,” she said. “But... can you see?”
What a relief it was to hear her voice! “Maiara! No, I can’t. Not well. I... I can smell it, though. It’s like being in an old slaughterhouse or something.” Fresh blood, fresh meat... those were good smells. But the stench in here was tinged with fear, a churning messy stink he wouldn’t expose to a dog. Or an orderly.
Maiara squeezed her eyes shut and hugged her knees to her chest- other than the belt ‘round her waist, there was nothing holding her down. “I know. It’s awful. I hope they let us out of this thing soon. I have no idea how long we’ve been in here- I haven’t even been awake until just now. Chloroform.”
Eric nodded, not knowing if she still was looking at him. “I got kicked in the head. I think there’s been a couple orderlies wanting to take me down a notch ever since I got stronger than them. I haven’t been awake for too long, either. Do you think... I mean... did you hear the rumors?” There had been whispers talking of their departure. Not their freedom, but their removal to someplace called...
“The Asylum? As much as I don’t want to say it, I think that’s the only conclusion.” Maiara waited for his response, but he said nothing. “Oh... Eric... it’s gonna be ok. It will. I can still fly- they didn’t pluck my feathers or anything... and we’ll escape. We will!” She clung desperately to the scrap of hope present in her voice. Was it real or was she faking it for his benefit? At this point, she wasn’t sure.
But Eric wasn’t convinced. “Maiara... they say there’s other experiments like us there. Don’t you think if escape was possible, somebody would have gotten out? They had to get rid of us, and we’re... we’re good. We’re strong. We’ve got amazing senses. You can fly.” He paused for a moment. “Heh. We’re basically superheroes. We’re the X-Men. You’re like, a female Archangel. And that makes me... pretty obviously Wolf Cub.” He laughed hollowly. “Only at least they had the Professor looking out for them. We don’t have anybody. Just each other.”
Maiara tried to come up with a witty retort, but couldn’t think of anything to say. Their conversation would have had to stop anyways, as the truck screeched to a stop. “Shh. Lay back down. I think it’ll be easier if we pretend to be out still.” For at least ten agonizing minutes, maybe more, they were still in the stifling truck. When the doors finally flew open, the sunlight was physically painful. Two orderlies unclipped them, then tossed them unceremoniously out of the cabin and onto the ground. Groaning, she looked up at the building, knowing that this had to be the Asylum they’d heard of. She’d never seen a building like this before- did anything like this even exist in America? Certainly not in San Francisco. Getting up, she tried to size up the place. There was another wall, a huge gated wall even bigger than the one at the hospital. Immediately, she knew that their original plan was crushed.
Sore from everything that had happened, Eric took his first look at his new home, if he could call it that. The building was huge. Ominous. It looked like doom. But it was better than the Hellspital. There didn’t seem to be any doctors... or orderlies... just a tall, skinny pink-haired... boy? girl? Person standing there, watching them. Eric rose to his feet, hoping Maiara could get the Goretex off his wrists. “...Are you... in charge?”
The pink haired person smiled, then shook his head. “Nope! You might as well call me the welcoming committee. I had just snuck out here when the truck drove up, so I stuck around. Staff’s busy, y’see. Freshies, you are. New experiments. I don’t mind. I mean, some of the people will mind, but you can give ‘em hell. Just stay out of the doctors’ way and you’ll be fine. You’re not that bad off- there’s a lot of experiments worse than you. Good luck!” He turned to go, but the girl stopped him.
Maiara couldn’t believe what she was seeing and hearing. As she fiddled with Eric’s cuffs, she turned to stare at the stranger, dumbfounded. “There... there are others worse than us?” How could that be? Wouldn’t people notice? And she’d heard what had been said about them. That they were failures. If that was the case, what did it mean to be a success? And what happened to those people? A thousand questions danced feverishly in her brain, but all she could sputter out was a choked “H-how? H-how can this happen?”
The pink-haired boy sighed and shook his head. “Lady, look. Thousands of people disappear every day. Some are murdered, some run away, and some just disappear. I’ve been here for five years and I’ve seen probably a hundred like you if not more. You’ve disappeared. From the look of you, you’ve been disappeared for a long time.”
Eric shook his head. “I... don’t think I understand.”
In response, the boy gestured with his arm at others who were coming outside, curious to see the newbies. “Take a look. That boy can talk to bees. Can fly like one, too. That girl over there? She’s like you, only she got spliced with a cat. Once you go through those doors, you’re gonna see things you didn’t even think possible,” said the pink-haired boy, turning to leave. “I’m gonna leave you two alone now. Just track me down if you need any help... but you should be able to figure things out on your own.” This time, he really did turn to leave, jogging off towards the doors.
The hairs on the back of Eric’s neck stood straight up as the other... freaks... got closer. He knew that they, too, were probably victims, but he couldn’t help himself. He couldn’t let them get near and he couldn’t let them get near Maiara. Growling seemed to scare them off... they seemed more timid than he was. He could use this. Taking charge, he led Maiara inside, out of the sun, into the musty halls of the Asylum.
The inside of the building was even worse than the outside. Nothing about this place looked healthy for a person, especially the kind of person who would need an asylum. Bile rose in the back of Maiara’s throat as she noticed the bloodstains on the floor. This was the main entrance of the place... and they couldn’t even be bothered to clean it up. Wordlessly, she once again pressed into Eric’s side.
Once again, he took her hand as he had the day they’d made their foray into the outside world. This time, though, it was not in fear but in determination. They’d survived for so long when life seemed unlivable. They could survive this.
Staring down the dark hallway, Maiara felt something move down by her leg. Eric was reaching for her hand. Silently, she took it, leaning against him as he nuzzled his head into her shoulder, both seeking and offering comfort. At least, she thought as she got used to the scent and sight of the place and began to hear its voices, they’d be together. They’d be a team and they’d get through this and one day things would be... at least relatively normal. This? This they could do. As long as they had each other, they’d have their sanity. And in this asylum...
They’d need it.
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Posted: Thu Sep 30, 2010 9:07 pm
CLOSED
I'm now judging! ^^
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Selalusia generated a random number between
1 and 105 ...
98!
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Posted: Fri Oct 01, 2010 3:52 pm
I've taken the combined scores from all three rounds for the two teams that scored highest. The two who were able to finish round 3 on time.
I've totaled the number of points from these two teams, and the total was 105. I am doing a random number from 1 to 105.
Each point each person got is one number. So it's kinda like a raffle now. The order is done by the order round one was posted in.
Which ever person the RNG picks, their team will be the winning team. Here's the list
1.Sunlit.rains
2.Sunlit.rains
3.Sunlit.rains
4.Sunlit.rains
5.Sunlit.rains
6.ArchaeEgyptologist
7.ArchaeEgyptologist
8.Scaramouche Fandango
9.Scaramouche Fandango
10.Scaramouche Fandango
11.Scaramouche Fandango
12.Scaramouche Fandango
13.Scaramouche Fandango
14.Ladyfirefox89
15.Ladyfirefox89
16.Ladyfirefox89
17.Ladyfirefox89
18.Ladyfirefox89
19.Ladyfirefox89
20.Sunlit.rains
21.Sunlit.rains
22.Sunlit.rains
23.Sunlit.rains
24.ArchaeEgyptologist
25.ArchaeEgyptologist
26.Scaramouche Fandango
27.Scaramouche Fandango
28.Scaramouche Fandango
29.Scaramouche Fandango
30.Ladyfirefox89
31.Ladyfirefox89
32.Ladyfirefox89
33.Sunlit.rains
34.Sunlit.rains
35.Sunlit.rains
36.Sunlit.rains
37.Sunlit.rains
38.ArchaeEgyptologist
39.ArchaeEgyptologist
40.ArchaeEgyptologist
41.ArchaeEgyptologist
42.Scaramouche Fandango
43.Scaramouche Fandango
44.Scaramouche Fandango
45.Scaramouche Fandango
46.Scaramouche Fandango
47.Scaramouche Fandango
48.Scaramouche Fandango
49.Ladyfirefox89
50.Ladyfirefox89
51.Ladyfirefox89
52.Ladyfirefox89
53.Sunlit.rains
54.Sunlit.rains
55.Sunlit.rains
56.ArchaeEgyptologist
57.ArchaeEgyptologist
58.Scaramouche Fandango
59.Scaramouche Fandango
60.Scaramouche Fandango
61.Scaramouche Fandango
62.Scaramouche Fandango
63.Scaramouche Fandango
64.Ladyfirefox89
65.Ladyfirefox89
66.Ladyfirefox89
67.Ladyfirefox89
68.Sunlit.rains
69.Sunlit.rains
70.Sunlit.rains
71.ArchaeEgyptologist
72.ArchaeEgyptologist
73.ArchaeEgyptologist
74.ArchaeEgyptologist
75.ArchaeEgyptologist
76.Scaramouche Fandango
77.Scaramouche Fandango
78.Scaramouche Fandango
79.Scaramouche Fandango
80.Scaramouche Fandango
81.Scaramouche Fandango
82.Ladyfirefox89
83.Ladyfirefox89
84.Ladyfirefox89
85.Ladyfirefox89
86.Sunlit.rains
87.Sunlit.rains
88.Sunlit.rains
89.Sunlit.rains
90.Sunlit.rains
91.Scaramouche Fandango
92.Scaramouche Fandango
93.Scaramouche Fandango
94.Scaramouche Fandango
95.Scaramouche Fandango
96.Scaramouche Fandango
97.ArchaeEgyptologist
98.ArchaeEgyptologist
99.ArchaeEgyptologist
100.ArchaeEgyptologist
101.ArchaeEgyptologist
102.ArchaeEgyptologist
103.Ladyfirefox89
104.Ladyfirefox89
105.Ladyfirefox89
Oh, that list makes a pretty cool pattern.. oh umm...
I'll be announcing the winning team after this post! 8D
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Posted: Fri Oct 01, 2010 3:54 pm
Congrats to ArchaeEgyptologist & Scaramouche Fandango!
Please post their info in the certing thread
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