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 Posted: Mon Apr 13, 2009 7:21 pm
Accomplishments are transient._____________________________
They pulled me in unremittingly_________________________________________ ______________My mind's not a well;
_____________________It won't run dry  The small room of which most would hardly consider a cell, was adorned with minor necessities that many of the common prisoners would kill for. Of course the room itself was the same blinding and horrible shade of white, enough to make one sick after the constant exposure. Yet around the room a small dresser could be found with a rather frail looking mirror, more so suitable for that of a vanity. In front of the dresser was a rather rickety chair, many would not dare to sit in it for fear of falling through to the floor beneath. Across the floor a rather tattered gray area rug could be seen, taking away from the horrid white for only a moments time. It would be then the eyes of many would fall upon the small bed, rather than what many would assume to be a cot. Yet sitting upon the bed was a dainty and rather ostentatious looking creature. Tresses of silken blond hair trailed along the contours of her sensuous form, falling to a sharp end above the small of her back. Perhaps it was the sound of the steel door casually sliding open that attracted her attention. Or perhaps it was the familiar voice that rang ever so clear through the horrid room. None the less the lithe form turned away from its irrevocable gaze upon the wall to the man who stood inches within the door.
Brilliant crystalline ashen eyes met with the scientists own before a small, perhaps even forced smile grazed her rose like lips. She hardly had memory of her life before this one, of course she had bare knowledge of the part she played for their quest of perfection. Perhaps she only knew enough to keep her a willing participant, or so they led her to believe. LR-002 was nothing more than an orphan, left behind by her very mother. Hojo had taken her in at the very young age of five. LR-002 was thankful to the man who gifted her with a life of security rather than that of which she was bore to. Yet, there were times she wished for nothing more than to see what a blue sky was, or even to feel the warmth of golden sunlight upon her pallid complexion.
She let a soft and reluctant sigh escape her lips before she stood ever so gracefully, making her way with ease across the room. "How many, how many doses will this be now?" LR-002 asked before coming to a stop in front of him. Her inquiring gaze riddled with a slight tinge of sadness. "I suppose I would wish to know, how many more are to come." Her gaze then adverted downward, tiny pixie like feet adorned with silver slippers. As LR-002 awaiting the mans response she could not help but to rock herself forward, perching her weight upon the tips of her toes. The manuever was enough to break any ballerinas heart.
__________________________________WISDOM IS KNOWNG WHAT TO DO NEXT_____________________________________________skill is knowing how to do it,________________________________________and +virtue+ is doing it.
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Posted: Mon Apr 13, 2009 7:48 pm
There was a different light that always overcame him when he was forced to deal with this unusual specimen. Although he was still regarded as an ongoing, and fairly cooperative, experiment by more than just himself, it was LR-002 alone that gave him pause and allowed him to treat her cordially, if just as swiftly as all the others. He pulled a small notepad from his over-coat’s pocket, one cover already lost, and the other dangling haphazardly on to the thin metal spiral—the only thing keeping it too from being discarded. The papers were curling from overuse, and several of the top layers looked about ready to fall off just as well.
But Trellon was deft with the worn notepad and took only a glance at several notes before closing it again and stowing it away in his pocket once more. He had already begun to turn and step from out of the room, knowing that LR-002 would follow him automatically. She didn’t have a choice in the matter. Sometimes, even, he felt this particular specimen made it quite clear she didn’t even want one. But such was to be expected, considering the circumstances of her raising.
“Until you have been perfected, of course,” he answered her curtly, choosing for a moment to overlook the first query in quick refutation of the first. “We are doing this for your benefit as much as our own.” The sentence was effectively recited, one offered up many times beforehand whenever such garish and dangerous topics surfaced in LR-002. But they were just as easily quelled, and for that—all were grateful. Experimentation was difficult enough without the specimen’s cooperation being far from guaranteed most of the time.
“As for your dosage this evening, LR-002,” he incited swiftly, as though elaborating on a meal she was to be partaking in but momentarily, though his voice remained eerily calm and flat throughout it, professional to the end. “Because of your positive performances these past subsequent weeks, we will be increasing the amount of serum injected into your body by 15% for the next week and see what comes of it.”
Trellon closed the door behind her and swiftly proceeded back down the hallway where the newer specimens, the Turks A233 and B238, were being contained. It was to a room directly across the one housing Turk A233 that Trellon stopped before, entering the required code for entry as was necessary.
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Posted: Mon Apr 13, 2009 8:02 pm
She looked around the room curiously...She was, for the moment, not being hurt. That was weird...Very weird. Therefore, it obviously couldn't last long; in a place such as this, apparently both built and run by what was only just short of the essence of science himself, oddities were documented, and then overcome...With this change in her form, toxins in the air no longer affected her...So it was clear that a new plan was coming.
Suddenly the room was blindingly lit, light waves bouncing off the white walls magnifying them to a level that really was painful to the limit. The cursed light even had a noise! The smoky shadow couldn't shift her shape...She couldn't shrink into a corner and try to avoid it...She found herself bent in half, as though pulling her knees to her chest, trying to disappear into herself...That was when she saw her fingertips...
The smoke was receding. Slowly peeling back and vanishing into the whiteness, the second limit's form was withdrawing, unable to remain, leaving Arina's human form exposed to the sedative in the very air...or rather, the air in the sedative... Arina felt herself finish the transformation back to humanity, seeing her dirty hair fall loosely in front of her eyes as she fell to her right side, without even enough energy to keep upright. The ex-Turk tried not to breathe anymore...If she didn't breathe, she couldn't take in any more of the sedative.
Quickly though, she gave in and took a breath...Not because she was giving up her plan, but simply because she knew there was no longer any point; the room was spinning as she tried to keep her eyes open - a sure sign that she already had too much of it in her body for it to be stopped...There was no point in depriving herself of the little air that was still in the room...The floor she lay on seemed to be tilting...but she wasn't falling...how strange...how strange indeed...why was it strange?....Was it strange?
Arina's mind was slipping through one random thought after another before she slowly faded into the blackness of sleep for what seemed like the millionth time since her arrival in this hell hole...
Deuce nodded silently, following Trellon straight away as the scientist commanded. As usual, he was the only one to enter the room where their captive lay. He strode over to her, and stopped, standing just above her. Whatever he was thinking, it was impossible for anyone to tell, but soon he scooped her up off the floor none the less.
The Raven carried her back to the cell she was allotted just a step behind the Scientist as usual...He placed her inside the cell, close to the wall separating the two prisoners, and strode from the room, as usual...Everything about this was usual. Usual, usual, usual. How was it that he, the robot, was the one to find error in this? Of course, he would not bring it up...as usual.
"Yes, sir,"Responded the darkly-clad Raven, as the scientist before him announced his dismissal from service. He headed back down the long hallway to return to the Master Second...There were always more orders for him...Orders he wouldn't dispute, no matter what they were...
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Posted: Mon Apr 13, 2009 8:29 pm
Accomplishments are transient._____________________________
They pulled me in unremittingly_________________________________________ ______________My mind's not a well;
_____________________It won't run dry The routine was one that came to her in a rather fluid motion. It was as she stood there awaiting his response that he gave the same old rehearsed speech. Until you have been perfected, of course. Yet what was there to perfect? Was she not already quiet magnificent? Her body lithe and swift in nature, her speech was rather articulate. Yet, she was not sure what this serum was to do, there were no specifics given to her of course. It was merely as she had come to know an experiment to perfect human kind. LR-002 felt a need to protest when he had recited that the dosage would be increased, after all she felt no obvious difference in her being. Of course there were times, sometimes after the injection that her vision would fade and she would wake up alone in her room. Perhaps that was when they gathered their results. Alas, LR-002 remained silent as she followed Trellon with ease, her gaze yet still downcast.
She continued to follow him, her movements were elegant in nature as well as rhythmic. To many it would seem she was dancing across the floor toward her destination, yet to some tune that only she could hear. A small smile crossed her ever rosy lips as she came to an abrupt yet silent stop behind him, it was the same droll room as it always was. Hojo never seemed to find variety an everyday commodity. Of course most scientist were bland and plain in taste. LR-002 assumed that such attributes were a requirement for the entailing job.
It was then the young woman found herself twirling around, once again to the silent music that only she could hear. Yet, something caught her attention. This very hall was indeed riddled cells as well as experimentation rooms. Of course it made it much easier to carry the incapacitated subject from one to the other. Alas most of the cells being of her time here, were indeed vacant. The one that she now peered at with curious luminescent orbs. Of course for only a moments time Trellon was preoccupied, and she saw no wrong in stepping closely toward the door that held Turk A233. Yet being of short stature she had to poise herself upon the tips of her toes to merely peer in the tiny thickly paned window of glass. And it was there to LR-002's amazement a rather broken human being sat. Crimson hair, wild about his fragile form. Two distinct scars framed his nearly perfect face. Without thinking, her hand raised and laid flat against the cool glass. It was as if she was trying to reach him, as if his pain was now her own. "Is he also part of this project?" She asked, her eye's still locked upon the man.
__________________________________WISDOM IS KNOWNG WHAT TO DO NEXT_____________________________________________skill is knowing how to do it,________________________________________and +virtue+ is doing it.
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Posted: Mon Apr 13, 2009 8:46 pm
Reno  How long had he been out? How long had he been lying there? His head felt so fuzzy. His vision was cloudy. And yet, he couldn't feel a thing. Nothing. Weightless...and yet, so heavy. Why? He was practically skin and bones, wasn't he? How he still attained whatever muscle mass he had left, he wouldn't know. Nothing. Nothing. No... He felt cold. His hands were cold. The floor was cold. His cheek that was still lying against the concrete... Why didn't he feel anything else? He couldn't be dead. But that would have been a blessing if he was. Was dead this cold? But only half of him felt cold. So he probably wasn't dead.
His thoughts should have been, When did I eat last? How was I able to sleep? What have they injected into me this time? But he couldn't really think straight in the state he was in. With blurry vision, the red head slowly pushed himself upwards. He thought he had heard something at the door, but he decided it was best to just ignore it. If he was lucky, it was just his mind playing tricks on him. It did that, sometimes.
Didn't it? Or did it? Was he in an insane asylum? Where am I? Where was he? It didn't really matter, did it? He was hungry, he realized. He was starving. And he was ******** thirsty. He looked around very slowly without moving his head. He had pushed himself up and was leaning against the far wall, directly across from the only door. He did not see the faces behind the bars. What he did see was the blood on the concrete. Or whatever it was. It probably wasn't blood. Why would he have such a dirty cell, anyway? He was just so thirsty. "********, god damn it." Mumbles. All mumbles. If his coherent self could see him now, it would be such a sad sight. How did he so suddenly lose everything he had had? He was just a mess now. A useless mop of mess.
If there was any Reno left at all, it was deep, deep within the cabinets and catacombs of his brain. Wherever his soul had been sucked off to...well. It probably wasn't coming back anytime soon. Hiatus forever, if someone didn't come save him, soon.
Haha. Salvation... Yeah right. He didn't even think about remembering anything. He couldn't anyway, even if he tried. I'm in the same prison as you... 
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Posted: Mon Apr 13, 2009 9:40 pm
Any other man would have not been able to take his eyes off her, this fluid woman calibrated from the moment she fell in with Hojo and his silver tongue for purposes far beyond her own comprehension. She was catered to only minimally more so than any other specimen, and then only because it was necessary a sacrifice to be made. Especially when she remained here, participated in such crucial testing and experimentation of her own accord.
Their experiment had been difficult in nature from the very start. A vicious, double-edged blade that could and would destroy its makers as swiftly as it could produce its characteristic, outstanding results for them. Therefore, such formalities were still present, of course. But to an extent, all were cordial and proper, gentlemanly in their nature, polite, welcoming. LR-002 was a delicate specimen, and not merely because her swift, elegant form seemed so to any unlearned eye and crude gaze. She was far from fragile in her skin.
But such thoughts were far from important for the time being. Trellon had a schedule to keep, and keep it he would. Even as LR-002 danced smoothly behind him, not so much for the purpose of her own amusement as that she seemed not to be able to help herself, he turned his attention instead on the door that parted ways for her. The room was well lit, completely sterile, and used only for the purposes of LR-002’s regular injections and any other ailments that might afflict her at any given moment. No other specimen, alive or otherwise, was allowed to be let into this room, let alone treated within it. Like the white room that was Infiltration, this room had its special purposes as well.
Trellon had stepped into the room, assuming, as always, that LR-002 would follow in her mild, meager manner to be seated in the casual, not uncomfortable chair to which she would be hooked up, monitored for a short period of time, injected, monitored, and then released. Boring technicalities they were to many. But in Trellon’s line of work, such mere “technicalities” were what made or broke experiments. And in LR-002’s case, no shortcuts could be taken that could risk even a fraction of failure. They had all worked far too long on her to allow for her destruction at such an infinitesimal break in usual procedure.
But it was then that LR-002’s voice echoed, and it was not right behind him as Trellon had expected, but seemed to be out in the hall. Turning, he found LR-002 on her toes, peering into one of the cells that housed one of the two Turk captives undergoing Ravenization.
“Come here, LR-002,” he instructed coldly, for a moment irked by her deviation from the norm. But within moments he recognized her curiosity as expected behavior and his voice smoothed out into its usual instructing monotone. “He is not a part of your project. His kind is still far too inferior for such a project as yours. Instead he is undergoing a project of another, common sort.”
Swiftly he walked outside and took LR-002’s elbow, ushering her delicately but pointedly into the room appointed her, until he gestured to her usual chair. The door slid shut after them, but it was nothing but a mechanism. There was no need to soundproof or completely seal off this room. LR-002 had always and would always be a willing participant. Hojo, of all of them, had assured them of that.
“Sit tight for a moment,” he instructed, as always, as he began to apply small monitors to her skin, the sticky little pads to leave no marks or lasting sensation, but only to read her vitals, and other countless measurements she had long ago asked about and received only certain answers to. She could know enough, but not all of it. Yet never did she suspect them of hiding things from her. After all, what need had they to hide things from her?
Finally, however, Trellon held out his hand, palm up, for her to place her arm into it, and once having done so, he deftly swabbed the inside of her elbow, pulling open a drawer and searching within for the sealed dosage she was to receive. Swiftly he found the vial and pulled out a large, intimidating needle that would certainly bruise LR-002’s delicate skin yet again. It was a wonder she did not have a permanent dark mark upon the inside of her elbow.
“Hold still,” Trellon said distantly as he at last finished gathering the dosage required. “We’ll have to give you three shots tonight in order to make up for the increased amount you need to have. We’ll monitor you a few minutes between each shot, as is usual, and see how your reaction is.” With that said, he reminded her to relax and then expertly pierced the throbbing vein, injecting the first of the dosage slowly. It was normally a painful process. Administration was always the worst part. But by the morning, the pain would have faded, and that was why they could and would continue to increase the doses as long as they saw fit to do so.
“There we go,” he said as he removed the needle, ignoring the speckling of blood that followed the needle’s departure. He wiped it away smoothly, cleansed the needle, and drew the serum from another vial to prepare for the second dose. “Only two more to go.”
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Posted: Tue Apr 14, 2009 5:52 pm
Accomplishments are transient._____________________________
They pulled me in unremittingly_________________________________________ ______________My mind's not a well;
_____________________It won't run dry The curious yet gleaming eyes of the brilliant young woman were locked intently upon the Turk. He seemed to take no note of her presence outside of the door, and in all truth it saddened her. She was not used to going unnoticed, after all. Yet, perhaps the worse part she found was the horrid condition the young man appeared to be in. Never before had she thought of Hojo as one to neglect those who gave everything for the better good of science. Alas, perhaps she could be mistaken. After all he was known to take in those who were in desperate need of help, or even a home .. or so she was led to believe. LR-002 found herself slightly taken back by Trellon's sudden cold change in tone. He had never been short with her. Though it was until this very moment she followed every procedure perfectly. Her ashen orbs quickly turned away from the red head before meeting Trellons own, tears being held back. "I... I'm sorry." She began only to be shocked once more by his swift change in emotion.
This man, he was different from her. A common specimen. Inferior? What ever made her so special, she was still only informed of the basics. Yet, why wouldn't such a project work for any human? Were they not all chemically the same? The only difference being physical features and gender. But as her mind began to wander over all the possibilities that differed her from the rest, she felt Trellon begin to lead her away. Of course, they were here for a reason. He led her into the sterile room, where the same distasteful shade of white riddled the walls. Perhaps she would suggest a more home like color. Maybe something to warm the room. She took a seat in the rather comfortable chair as he began to attach the usual monitors. Her mind began to wander over the brilliant colors that she knew, unaware that there were so much more. The brightest that she had witnessed thus far, being a brilliant shade of crimson. Of course, the same color of the mans hair. Yet once again she was removed from her dreamlike state.
'Hold still' Of course, it was the usual. Though she had come to embrace that pain that lingered until morning. Her eyes watched carefully as he pressed the needle with expertise to her vein. As the cold steel pierced her pallid skin she inhaled a rather sharp breath, it felt as if he was using a 16 gauge needle this time. Yet she could feel the liquid travel through her veins with every beat of her heart. The sensation was one of pain, that she could not lie about. Of course with the extra dosage, she would be in for more. As the liquid pulsed through her veins it felt as if someone had injected acid within her system. Her muscles clenched and her body revolted in pain. Clenching her teeth she refused to scream. She was stronger than that, she was strong enough to provide the results needed for such an experiment. LR-002 would not be a disappointment to the project.
Her pulse as well as blood pressure shot up slightly above the normal readings as her breathing quickened. One down, two to go.
__________________________________WISDOM IS KNOWNG WHAT TO DO NEXT_____________________________________________skill is knowing how to do it,________________________________________and +virtue+ is doing it.
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Posted: Tue Apr 14, 2009 6:09 pm
Reno Something bright beyond the bars of his door was caught in his peripherals. At first, the only thing he could think of was that it was someone coming in to harm him once again. To rough him up, like he were some despicable thing. He couldn't recall any faces. He couldn't really recall anything. But hazy eyes couldn't help but shoot to the blonde at the door, just as she was turning away. He had caught her face in his vision, captured her features. What was she doing in a place like this? She looked so healthy, so young. So... Oh, he couldn't even think of the words. He had only caught a glimpse and yet it was all so striking. Could she be a ghost? Come to whisk him away, finally?
Wait! Come get me! He couldn't seem to croak the words out. His throat was too dry. His stomach too empty. He started to dry heave, coughing and choking but unable to get anything out. He gasped for air, his hands wrapping around his throat, hitting his chest. It passed and he covered his face with one hand, the other firm upon the concrete, and he leaned into it. He was so tired. He moved his hand to his hair, but pulled it away quickly. It felt disgusting. Matted. Some of it covered in dry blood. He slowly slid down onto his side and let the cold bite at his skin once again.
He assumed they, whoever they were, were going to just let him waste away like this. He had been left without food for days before in his past, not that he remembered it at this stage, but not after having been beaten and brain washed and having his soul sucked away, bit by bit. He was being transformed into something feral...and yet robotic. Mechanic. Man-made. Fake. He couldn't really think of anything. It was like his mind had been swiped clean. This wasn't amnesia. It was something different. And he always felt like he was sinking... He closed his eyes and began to hum to himself, though he could not recall what he was humming or where he had heard it from.I'm in the same prison as you...
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Posted: Wed Apr 15, 2009 4:36 pm
It was a delicate balance, the relationship that Trellon held with LR-002. They were familiar with one another, and in every respect their interactions had always been cordial and polite, and perhaps as warm as any interactions might be presumed to ever get with someone as Trellon partaking in them. Nevertheless, he was surprisingly attuned to this effeminate innocent, sensitive to her moods beyond the other workers sometimes necessary to involve in her care-taking on occasion.
That did not change the fact that the main handler of LR-002 still remained to be Trellon, secondary alone to Hojo himself. However, callous though it might seem, he did not hold her as a priority, though he had verily just said about as much by deeming Turk A233 as an inferior specimen. It was the cold, unbridled fact of the matter that had been given up to LR-002 when she had asked, in an attempt to once more restore the balance upset by his first, abrupt comment. Such was shameful, in fact. For him to have upset LR-002 was not only inhibiting to the very purpose of their experiment, but was also ultimately dangerous. A threat on so many more levels than he could dare to conjure, and had no time to recollect now.
Yet that was what in fact it had been when Trellon had spoken of the Turk A233 specimen: a slip of the tongue, done in haste—regardless how collected it seemed. It did not change fact, regardless how fact was presented and ever so carefully masked. For the good of the experiment, he would sacrifice his comfort for the benefit of LR-002’s thoughts towards the being held within the cell across from the sterile room. Thus, as he swiftly discarded the empty vial with the first, once more slipping the needle into LR-002’s outstretched arm, he spoke to her, in a voice she would recognize and surely grasp onto as one of subtle warmth which he often used only around her.
“There is no difference between you and he, LR-002,” he answered her unvoiced musings. “However, though some appear to be stronger in body or mind, when they come to us for experimentation, they do not always live up to our or their expectations. This is a very common dilemma we have to reconcile.” Though LR-002 kept up her quietude during the first injection, Trellon did not miss the signs of distress that spread over her face and rippled through her body. Gentle, monotonous beeps emanated from the monitors he had delicately hooked her up to, denoting her conditions were usual during such a process and of no concern for the time being.
“Unfortunately,” he continued, taking his time in injecting the second dosage, a task that had always drawn uneasiness from weaker-willed scientists he had had to work with before. “In order to overcome those obstacles of the specimens’ own makings, at times we must go to extremes in order to aid them in both bodily and mental preparation and fortitude for the upcoming portions of their treatments. It is for these imperative reasons that they will struggle through various long term, self-beneficial treatments in order to achieve the end result.”
The needle had almost finished its work, the last of the second dosage to be finished within the minute, and Trellon clearly in no rush to speed up the process. Speed, in fact, made for a far more painful experience on LR-002’s part than a slow, agonizing injection. In addition to this, they had learned that, close to 94% of the time, swifter injections would lead to prolonged periods of suffering, the onslaught of multiple illnesses at once, and other lasting miseries for LR-002. It was in everyone’s best interest then, that he proceed in such a leisurely pace, so as to avoid the greater of two evils altogether.
“Though the sight of such measures is far from lovely, LR-002,” he said clearly, removing the needle at last and mimicking the previous motions to prepare her for her final dosage. “I can assure you without hesitation that they are in the best interest of both parties: the scientists and specimens both. Do you understand now why it was that I called the specimen upon which you peered inferior?” Yet he did not wait to hear her answer, swiftly moving to inform her of the correct response. “They, as much as they wish to be, are not as strong as you—either mentally or physically, regardless what appearances may dictate.”
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Posted: Wed Apr 15, 2009 6:05 pm
Accomplishments are transient._____________________________
They pulled me in unremittingly_________________________________________ ______________My mind's not a well;
_____________________It won't run dry Ah, finally the situation with the man across the hall finally made sense! Trellon had explained everything with perfect as well as welcoming grace. It had set her mind to ease. Of course she had come to realize over the years that every person was different, both mentally as well as physically. Yet, as he explained both attributes being recognizable in voluntary subjects she could not help but to feel slightly sorry for him. His expectations for himself were above those that he actually held. The corners of her mouth fell down slightly as she frowned, her brow furrowing. She watched the scientist move with ease as he prepared her next dosage, her breathing was slightly more regulated and her readings had lowered by mere margins. Though still elevated none the less. "Why, if he does not meet the expectations do you not give him the option to leave the project? Does he believe that improvement will come?" Her eye's now left the gaze of the secondary shot as she watched the composed features of her 'guardian'. Of course she considered him to be as a guardian to her, he did provide her with nourishment, shelter, clothing as well as some mild form of companionship. She found Trellon to be far more in tune with her emotional stand point rather than Hojo. Trellon seemed to understand her on a more, human level.
As he showed no change in features her gaze then returned to the injection point. She could feel the liquid once again pulse through her veins, and this being the first time an dosage was ever increased new feelings were pooling through her system. Indeed, the slower the dosage was injected the less pain registered through her mind. Yet, again she was able to tolerate such before now. The feeling intensified as the liquid quickly pulsed through her veins. The oxygen levels began to decrease as her heart and blood pressure shot up once again. The readings this time were one to advise caution. Slightly the slender contours of her back arched, her teeth clenched far more tightly than before. The muscles in her body began to convulse once more, yet with much more aggression than before. Slowly the once ashen crystalline eyes rolled back from view as her hands tightened upon the wooden arm rests of the chair.
"Ugh.." LR-002 began to breath in sharply, quickly as her eyes returned to view, the ashen color was slowly disapating into a murky onyx like coloring and her hands gripped even tighter. "It burns! I.. " She gasped for air, her gaze flitting around the room much like that of a caged wild animal. Yet, something kept her stationary. There was an internal battle of will that kept her from darting toward the door, with a thirst for freedom. The pain was becoming excruciating as she held her position. "The.. the last dosage, please finish this.." Her voice was now elevating ever so slightly. She could feel the blood trickling ever so slowly down her now feverish skin as he prepared the next dosage. Everything within her caused her to wish to scream out, to beg for relief. Yet, she was not one to be such. LR-002 was much stronger than that, she would not .. could not allow herself to show any sign of weakness.
__________________________________WISDOM IS KNOWNG WHAT TO DO NEXT_____________________________________________skill is knowing how to do it,________________________________________and +virtue+ is doing it.
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Posted: Wed Apr 15, 2009 6:27 pm
Reno The red head paused. His eyes opened wider and he looked around, feeling slightly more aware of his surroundings. When he had been dry heaving, he had completely forgotten about the blonde woman... But now, it was all clear again in his mind. If he wasn't dead and she wasn't a ghost, was she a prisoner? He mulled this around in his mind while he lay on the floor, letting his body lie motionless. It felt much better to just lie there instead of move around. If he moved, he would just hurt again. He would rather not feel anything at all at this point, not that he didn't already feel empty and blank enough.
Perhaps his striking interest in the woman was only so intense because she was the only thing he could remember seeing that looked so alive. His own cell was dark and musty... Disgusting and dirty. He hadn't even seen himself. He didn't want to. His tattooed scars and become scars all over again. His broken arm was still mending. Sounds of jolting electricity from outside his cell frightened him, though the screams did not. He had lost himself. He had become weak. If they, whoever they were, hadn't ******** with his mind...he would still be putting up a fight.
But what was there to fight for anymore? His life? He didn't have a life anymore. He didn't even have his own memories anymore. He knew there should have been something there for him to think back on, to reflect on, but the notion became less and less important. However...now there was that woman outside of his cell. He didn't know who she was or where she came from, but she looked too innocent to be a scientist or a guard. Reno had closed his eyes again to envision her face, but it contorted and skewed when he heard a woman's voice rising in pain not too far off. His eyes shot open again.
He wanted to get up. He wanted to push his face against the bars of his cell and try and see her face again. But he was just so hungry...and everything hurt. He furrowed his brow and decided to push himself up anyway. Surprisingly, it wasn't as bad as he thought it was going to be... He grabbed a hold of his cot with one hand and pushed himself up. His broken arm had given up all its strength earlier when he had leaned against it.
On his feet again, he couldn't help but wobble. He had gotten a head rush, which urged him to steady himself against the wall behind him. He had forgotten all he was wearing was an ugly orange...dress. A disgraceful prison uniform. Or whatever it was. He took slow, careful steps towards the door before finally leaning his face foreward and pressing his cheeks against the cool bars. They felt good against his newly scarred face compared to the harsh floor he had earlier been resting on. But he could not see anyone through the bars. He lifted his good arm and wrapped his fingers around one of the bars. He momentarily forgot about the woman as he wondered if someone was going to feed him now. He couldn't seem to keep his mind stuck on one thing for too long these days.I'm in the same prison as you...
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Posted: Thu Apr 16, 2009 10:21 am
The first dosage had gone well, as expected. It was still within the bounds of her normal treatments, and therefore nothing her body could not handle—with remarkable, though by now expected, ease and composure. It was to be the second dosage, which towards the end would be pushing past the limits of the amounts usually given her of the serum manufactured specifically according to their desires and her attributes that the true test would then begin to manifest itself in either illness and injury, or acceptance of the silken liquid she had come to know as intimately as its makers.
Thusly, it was only for the first and longest portion of the second dosage that LR-002 was able to continue on as prior. Yet inwardly, Trellon was decidedly pleased to see that his response to her through casual conversation—or as close as one such as he might ever find himself involved in such—was procuring relaxing and healing effects upon her mental state. She could not be expected to keep silent now that he had willingly opened up to her about the experimentation being done on the Turk A233 specimen, so Trellon was not in the least surprised when she continued on the new, surely refreshing subject that had piqued her interest.
“Improvement is eminent, LR-002,” he said with more than a touch of certainty in his voice. “From the very first moment we were presented with the opportunity of enlisting his aid in our research, he was found plentifully suitable for one of our more common projects. It is through his original suitability alone that we selected him for that particular project and aided him in his accommodation of its goals.” Behind plain spectacles, Trellon’s eyes deviated for a moment from the needle within LR-002’s arm to the monitors she was attached to. The second dosage almost done, their outputs were reading the less favorable of the two outcomes expected.
“Unfortunately,” he mused stoically, gaze monitoring the readouts as his hand remained steady even under LR-002’s obvious writhing. “You are reacting as might have been expected to the increased dosage.” Swiftly then, he removed the needle, the second injection completed, and cleaned both instruments and LR-002 up from the sloppy protest her body was making against the increased amounts of serum being pushed into her body. He was far from pleased by the trembling and convulsions rippling throughout her body, and quickly, but comfortingly refuted her last urging.
“I think not, LR-002,” he decided, voice gentle and lowered to soothe rather than further agitate her already unsettled state of mind. Though, it was perfectly clear that LR-002 still remained in control of herself and her emotions, which was a highlighted and positive note amongst the otherwise negative outcome of this decision. “I would prefer you take a rest for the time being, until you have settled down enough and your body has adjusted to the increased dosage. When your readings have leveled out a bit more, then I will continue with the last injection.”
Setting aside the needle and final vial of serum in preparation for the final injection, Trellon turned back to LR-002 and softly tapped the side of a simple, cylindrical machine. But his eyes remained on her as he proffered a suggestion of aid. “Can you do without oxygen, LR-002, or would you like for me to give you the mask until you have relatively returned to normal?” Yet perhaps that would not be enough, and so—in view of her obvious distress, he referred back to their previous topic of conversation. “Care you to know any more about the specimen which you stumbled upon? It is clear that you have not asked everything you are wondering.”
Whether or not this would lead to future difficulties, the presentation of eminent harm was far more impeding a concern to LR-002 and the entire project. So Trellon had no qualms in returning to the topic of Turk A233’s experimentation if it would perhaps alleviate the injury that LR-002 was sustaining at this new turn in her experimentation.
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Posted: Thu Apr 23, 2009 12:31 pm
Accomplishments are transient._____________________________
They pulled me in unremittingly_________________________________________ ______________My mind's not a well;
_____________________It won't run dry He had indeed denied her the last dosage, though she had expected nothing less from the man who deemed perfection in its finest forms. Trellon was never one to push past the limits on her behalf. Perhaps he was more concerned with her immediate well being rather than the results that would soon come. For without her presence the project would be nothing. LR-002's body continued to ripple in sporadic bursts of pain. To many it would seem as if her body was reacting to the serum, as if it were a toxin. It continued to flush through her veins the acidic sensation was becoming null and void, she was adapting slowly to its presence within her. Though the cloudy onyx color was still ever so prominent in her eye's, and her body was still convulsing she felt as if she could grasp a hold upon the serum. LR-002 was regaining control slowly, yet surely.
Her gaze remained fixed upon Trellon, before it then flickered to the last dosage. Her eye's glinted for a moment, as if animalistic in nature. Perhaps she was in silent debate, amongst the wrong in her own thoughts. Or perhaps she was no longer the one in control of such, for her gaze hungered. It was much like that of an addict, and the sustain for such craving only sat a mere feet away from her body. Yet, would she lower herself to such standards? Trellon felt the need to rest, so perhaps she should. Alas, it would be an easy task to obtain the final dosage ... No! Her thoughts were then diverted toward him, as her heart rate slowly began to rise, though the other readings were lowering ever so slightly. He inquired to her, whether she would be in need of oxygen. No, no that would not be necessary. Only, LR-002 felt as if she could not compose the words to say such, instead she merely gazed between him ... and the final dosage.
Breath, just breath.
Your stronger than this.
No . . . No I'm not. What the hell is wrong with me?
A panic stricken look crossed her elegant yet slowly infuriating features, as her grip tightened upon the wooden arm rests. She had already quiet the hold upon such, and in turn applying even more force within her hold causing the wood to crack and splinter. Elongated fingers imprinting perfectly within the oaken grains.
Focus.. Focus..
Quietly she battled within herself as her eye's darted from one corner of the room and back, then to another and finally back. She could not control herself, the effects were suppose to have wore away, slowly yet, not worsen? Or were they worsening? Was this a mental battle? Her brow furrowed as her features twisted with concentration. It was then the readings drastically changed, they were no longer in the normal range of that a human could handle. No, they were by far ... past the danger levels. Levels that would constitute a normal human beings border between life and death.
Restrain me.. She thought, in attempt to will the words from her very being as she did so. Yet, nothing. NO! She would, she could.. " RESTRAIN ME ... UGH!!" Yes, words! Yet, the fury and anger within her very soul was a shock. This was not her, this .. this was a monster! And then, there was nothing, nothing on her end.
Blackness...
__________________________________WISDOM IS KNOWNG WHAT TO DO NEXT_____________________________________________skill is knowing how to do it,________________________________________and +virtue+ is doing it.
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Posted: Tue May 05, 2009 4:16 am
Hopes were affable a concept when it came to the fields of science. Though one’s personal views might be considerably different than the fact, it mattered that such things as hopes were dashed and in their place were inserted the far more conceivable term of ‘desires,’ ‘intentions,’ ‘suppositions,’ and so on. In such a line of work as his, Hope or its offspring, could be devastating, and very likely fatal. Therefore, as the waters at last began to calm on the surface level, Trellon allowed himself not to hope for such a steadiness to continue, but instead denoted silently the odds that such would indeed fall back into line and the increased dosing could continue without further inhibition.
That, however, was clearly quite slim if at all possible a chance. In fact, he had already dismissed it. The dosage would far from be completed without further irritation on LR-002’s part, for she was clearly reacting violently and erratically to the influx of serum given her. Trellon did not miss LR-002’s fleeting, persistent glances towards the final injection of serum, just as he did not miss the permeating silence that had fallen over her. These factors alone were the decisive point to their meeting this evening, and such would not be overlooked.
As he had addressed her, clearly her quicksilver eyes had darted to him, and in that split second—silence ensuing—he had read all he needed to know. The calm waters would remain for a time longer, but beneath them, the expected storm was brewing. He had noted it immediately in the darkening of gentle gray into opaque shadow.
Quickly and efficiently he worked, moving before ever the machines attached to LR-002 began to scream their incessant warnings, before even the silent face of pain and unwelcome thunder crossed her face, striking her silent. Still before the sharp, subsequent snapping of wood resounded through the air, and he—dismissing it silently—merely moved around her, speaking gently and soothingly all the while, in that familiar, welcome monotonous tone, explaining what was happening to her before and as it arose.
“For years this project has been manifested inside you as the sole variable being,” he began, slipping on gently a pair of gloves, surprisingly the same kind he had worn whilst handling the specimen Turk B238. Yet he knew both how to use them gently, and to establish a world of pain—should he wish. And LR-002, never demanded force or injury. Delicate as she was, he would not harm her unless it was for her eminent wellbeing.
“Although your original and natal capabilities were ever beyond that of other specimens, due to your special lineage one would suppose, it is far greater of importance that the serum which is so key a portion of this project has become—delightfully innate in manner—a very part of your being.” Gently he reached over to the machines blaring their defiant, warning protests and silenced them, at once the cacophony in the room being replaced by tense, agitated silence and the continued splintering and creaking of LR-002’s favorite wooden chair, the droplets of small wooden fractures echoing almost frighteningly as they fell and littered the floor around her.
“However,” he continued, looking upon her with stunning calm and composure. If any of her pain was affecting him, it could only be seen in the gentle furrowing of his brows, clearly proclaiming that he thought at least some portion of this unacceptable. “Regardless of your body’s natural inclination towards hosting this serum within you, you have retained—quite amply—the persona and natural inclinations of your former self, the girl you were when you first stepped into our welcoming doorstep and was met with the warmest of receptions.”
He gently stepped right before LR-002, watching silently for that moment the painful way her eyes darted to and fro, as though searching avidly for an exit to the excruciating injury being inflicted her. Softly he crouched down before her, gazing stoically into her face, though she could not keep her eyes on his. It was clear to see that she was struggling, that there was no longer the ability of command present over her higher level functions—the ability to speak was completely seizing up, all her natural motions locking in an attempt to place her fast deteriorating mental state into a semblance of control by immobilizing the physical body. Yet beyond the—ashen yet—hue of onyx within her eyes, there was the clear silver lining, shouting out at him the words she quite clearly fought to muster.
Therefore, when Trellon spoke again, it was as shocking as it was plausibly condemning. Yet of course he did not mean it in such a derogatory manner. His voice, though the words would be as vile as a blade in the heart, was calm, and matter-of-fact. Absolutely normal, just as what was happening to LR-002, if not normal, had been expected.
“It is that very person whom you have always been, and many have become quite clearly fond of, that stands now in the way of the project’s successful completion,” he spoke levelly.
The silence that reigned after his words was long, far longer than it actually lasted, until at last, the tension and struggle of LR-002 came to its breaking point and she cried out her last request, herself acknowledging what Trellon had already prepared to accomplish. As she screamed, Trellon reached forward and slowly, almost tenderly, ran his gloved hands over LR-002’s brow, gently below her chin and down her neck, catching the back of her head deftly as it fell back limp, her eyes having rolled into the back of her head, revealing now only frightening white. But immediately the calming, nullifying effect of the gloves he wore began to still her body, and her shaking and convulsing—which had only worsened after her cry and subsequent fall into shock—now lessened and soon fell silent.
It was an easy task, unhooking and then gathering LR-002 into his arms and lifting her for a moment to the icy, cool tabletop at the other end of the room. Soft admissions of pressure to her limbs, in addition to her lower and upper back allowed taut muscles to fall into relief, her body lying supine. Then, without wasting a moment, Trellon returned to the other side of the room and retrieved the last dosage of serum he had been instructed to give her. The injection was as slow and steady as it would have been if LR-002 had been conscious. Her body, shuddering and jerking softly in reproach for the completion of the dosage, nevertheless remained below the critical state.
Notes and a report were demanded, as a thorough look at LR-002’s current condition was expected. However, first the willing specimen would be returned to her room, and then every half hour injections that would allow her body to reconstruct its immunities and stabilize the extravagant readings would be given. When she woke, the pain would be residual, but at least it would be but a fraction of the torment she had just undergone. Then, then she would demand to see Trellon or Hojo perhaps. For it would be more than expected that she speak to them of what had commenced the day before.
Night was growing old as he returned her to her bedding, tucking her in as one might expect of a doting father, but Trellon’s movements, though gentle, were swift, and his hands did not tarry. Silently he shut the door behind her, then, disposing of the gloves that had once again served his purpose, he moved to speak to Hojo of what had transpired. The leader of the rekindled AVALANCHE of old would be intrigued by these developments, to say the least.[Whoohoo~! Yes! >D Long post FTW~!! <333 I'm assuming that the next posts'll be made in the "Assembly Hall and Executive Chamber" thread. =3 You can go ahead and posty as Hojo, pretending that Trellon's there and that he told you everything that happened already, Teef. ^^ Then we'll just continue on s'more~ 8D]
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Posted: Wed May 06, 2009 5:52 pm
She couldn't be quite sure what brought it on...The yelling she heard from...somewhere, or the pain in her head that woke Arina up. For a moment, she couldn't quite seem to make her eyelids want to lift, thus she remained on the cool floor, not really remembering where she was. Slowly the woman allowed her eyes to open to the darkness of the cell. She remained as she was for a few moments, before pushing herself into a sitting position against the wall.
Ugh, her head was pounding..."Come on B23...."She stopped, mid way through talking to herself. Damnit, now they had her doing it! "Arina...My name is Arina."She mumbled, annoyed with herself, almost as though trying to make sure she wouldn't forget and slip up again. Strangely enough however, as she the name slipped through her lips, it sounded strange....It had been what felt like an age since someone had actually called her by name....But, the other Turk had said her name not even all that long ago...She remembered hearing it through the wall...Even so, that seemed a long time ago.
Of course, that thought brought on another one...She couldn't remember his name. She had spent....god only knows how long, with him just a few inches of concrete away from her. A familiar presence, just out of reach, but there he was. Shouldn't that have been enough? If Arina had been completely alone, she could certainly have understood the unfortunate turn of events...but she wasn't. Not with him just that far away. What excuse did she have now?
She hit the wall gently. "Hey...you in there...?"she asked, not knowing how long she had been out, nor even if the other was still in his cell...But she wanted to know if she had just imagined the noise, or if someone had really been yelling...Had it been him? Or had they captured someone else...? Was it another Turk? Someone associated with ShinRa? Or just some unfortunate civilian? Regardless...Arina really just wanted to know for sure whether or not the noise was real...and thusly, whether or not she was losing it.
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