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 Posted: Sat Sep 30, 2006 12:12 pm
Ping. That was the sound Raena's brain made when Sam gave her last name. Hakan. Yes, that was definately the doctor's last name...so that must have been the 'uncle' that she spoke of earlier. Ah what a small small world this was...
She was snapped out when her own name was mentioned. Darn it. "Vaccin..." she said. "That's the last name," and with that she went back into her own little world.
Well Samantha wasn't that bad...and the doctor didn't seem...evil...persay. Of course she saw very little of him at all. How very odd... Eh, she'd have to deal...Just because they were related didn't mean that they were the same...
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Posted: Sat Sep 30, 2006 12:17 pm
Sam's words rung in her ears, "Pleasure to meet you S-" Tara was cut off, her eye narrowed, "..Hakan?" The name seemed familiar... She thought back on the last few days, and nerely choked. Dr. Carl Hakan. Samantha Hakan. H-a-k-a-n.
"The doctor of this place" She mumbled, biting at her lip, "You... related to him?" She tried to keep her calm collected composure, shoving her hands into her pockets.
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Posted: Sat Sep 30, 2006 12:43 pm
Uh oh...I said something wrong... Samantha frowned slightly, eyebrow raised. "Err...sorta'," she answered hesitantly. Something had definitely changed in Tara's demeanor. If she was dark before...then what was she now?
Sighing, her voice dropped significantly in volume as she muttered, "He's...my uncle." If there was one thing Samantha couldn't stand, it was lying. She had to be honest; she simply couldn't be any other way. It went against her nature. She crossed her arms, staring off to the side at the ground. "It's not like I claim him proudly or anything," she sneered, her own dark side beginning to show through.
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Posted: Sun Oct 01, 2006 5:56 pm
So she WAS related to him...No matter. Raena was already sure of Sam and her...not evilness, though she didn't seem to happy at the moment. Inching back ever so slightly, she had an odd feeling something bad was about to happen between Sam and...what did the girl say her name was? Terra? Tara? Tara....That was it...
Remaining silent, Rae watched, wondering how this would all play out.
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Posted: Sun Oct 01, 2006 9:05 pm
((Hullo all. Doof here. I'm the quiet one. Meh janitor mule :3))
A nondescript service door clanked open on one of the nearby walls. A lanky man stepped out, holding a long spike in one hand and a garbage bag in the other. He blinked as his eyes adjusted to the sunlight, then looked directly at the trio of girls standing in the yard. Dangling from his neck was a standard security card bearing his mugshot and the name 'Phil Butters'.
"Well I'll be. The new kids on the block're awake." He growled. The tall, grumpy janitor was a few years older than the oldest of the girls there, but something about the way his eyes looked implied that he'd seen a lot more than most people that age would have. He turned aside and walked toward the perimeter fence, letting them only get a fleeting look at the front of his face. "How's it feel to be back in the sunshine, then?" Without waiting for a response, he continued, "Enjoy it while it lasts. Monsoon season's coming."
Phil sighed and began to grumble to himself as he came up to one of the shorter guards. He spiked the energy bar wrapper that had been tossed on the ground and unloaded it into the garbage bag hanging from his left hand. The offending guard smirked the whole time as though he enjoyed seeing the janitor grumble, before finally sneering; "You missed a spot." He pointed at another wrapper that he'd been hiding under his foot. Phil glared, bent over, and picked this one up by hand. Before he stood up straight, he feigned swinging his garbage spike towards the guard's groin, causing the stockier man to flinch a bit. Phil straightened up and waved the spike threateningly. "Zach, you're funny. SO funny, in fact, that the next time you make a joke like that, this spike is going straight up your exhaust pipe, tough-guy."
The guard laughed loudly, trying to hide how unnerved he was. He grinned at the girls in the exercise yard, jerking a thumb at Phil. "Can you believe this guy?"
Phil ignored him and walked along the fence, checking for more garbage. Only the guards were out here much, and they sure dropped a lot of rubbish. He began to get the impression that some of them didn't like him.
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Posted: Tue Oct 03, 2006 11:04 pm
Samantha fidgeted slightly, fighting the urge to pop her knuckles again. "Look, I..." she started to say before she was interrupted by the arrival of the janitor and the ensuing scene. She glared icily at the guard, a number of sharp retorts running through her mind though she chose silence over them all. He met her glare rather uncomfortably before looking away awkwardly. Geez, between the janitor and that girl...
Meanwhile, Samantha had had enough. "Ya' know what? Forget it," she snapped, starting to feel strange again. Her vision was swimming and she shuffled tiredly over to a seat near the fence, collapsing onto it weakly. Maybe this hadn't been such a good idea. She liked it much better out here in the sunlight, but she was still recovering from the surgery as well as everything she had been through before that. With her luck, this little excursion would result in her over-exerting herself and having to spend longer in bed recovering because of it.
She dropped her head into her hands, the silence and solitude finally allowing her to think over some things. She had gotten here only days ago, going into surgery immediately upon arrival. Sure, she'd spent the first couple days drifting in and out of sleep in recovery, but she knew she shouldn't have been on her feet nearly this soon after such an extreme procedure. After all, a number of her primary systems had been completely replaced by donor organs. Survival in general should have been questionable at best.
She frowned, raising her head to stare out through the fence at the open woods beyond. Why WAS she already on her feet? How in the world could she have recovered so quickly? Something was really strange about this whole ordeal. About everything associated with CRONUS in fact. The next time she saw 'Uncle Carl,' they were going to have a serious talk. She suddenly wanted to know just exactly what they had done while poking around in her insides. The thought made her shudder as she considered it. Creepy.
She glanced over at the janitor, still making his rounds. How much did this guy know about CRONUS? He may only be a janitor, but he seemed to know more than his position would suggest. Then again, wasn't it always the minor characters in the movies who knew the truth about secret organizations and such? Something like that. He acted like he knew something at least, from his strange comments earlier.
Samantha sighed, turning back to the fence. And here she was again, alienating herself from everyone after letting her temper get the best of her. How typical. One of these days, she was going to have to learn to control her fiery emotions before they got the best of her.
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Posted: Wed Oct 04, 2006 9:06 am
Raena yelped internally as Samantha snapped and tettered off...if you wanted to call it tettering. Blinking at Tara then at the janitor, Raena felt a bit lost. At first she wanted to go and see if Sam was alright, but she refrained, thinking it might be better if she just was left alone for now. The last thing she wanted was to make Sam even angrier.
Slowly she made her way back to the bench she was sitting on with Sam before, leaning back and looking at the sky. Taking in a deep breath, she began to wonder if there were any books about. An odd thing to think of, especially seeing as she didn't read all that much. But for some odd reason she felt like reading a little Holmes to pass the time, and perhaps the tension.
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Posted: Thu Oct 05, 2006 7:13 am
Warren growled. They hadn't learned.
Warren leapt from the branch and skidded down the hill. He knew the location all too well. He hopped up a bit to avoid a perimeter tripwire, then came to a halt in the dense foliage a number of yards from the fence. They at least hadn't finished clearing the area around the complex yet. He sniffed the air, keeping his profile low. Yes, they were definitely new. He hadn't caught that 'outside' scent for a while, and it hadn't completely washed off them.
So they finally perfected the process. He thought gloomily. He crouched close to the ground, the tattered and patched grey guard's uniform her wore failing to completely match the foliage around him. He hated this place. He thought that maybe they wouldn't recommence experiments after what he'd done to it so long ago. But here was living proof- the worst had only just begun.
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Posted: Thu Oct 05, 2006 10:06 pm
Samantha frowned, still staring at the ground, head in her hands. She had the strangest feeling that she was being watched...and not just by those in the yard at her back. There couldn't be anyone else around though; this WAS an island afterall. She'd seen that much when they had flown her in on the Medi-Vac helicopter.
She glanced up, staring into the foliage beyond the fence. Probably just some wild Pokemon scurrying about or something. If it was anything at all. She was probably just being paranoid and there was nothing there at all. Shaking her head, she closed her eyes and sighed. This place was getting the best of her...and she'd only been here, what? A week? Not a good sign for her mental health.
She was angry, frustrated, and tired. Not a good combination. And she had no direction in which to focus her pent-up fury. Normally when she got like this, she'd hit the gym and drive herself hard until she managed to burn off the frustration. Maybe spend some time with the punching bag. It was a great way to help her focus her energy on one task and she could drive herself as hard as she wanted for as long as she could take it before collapsing, worn out, but at peace.
Her current state wouldn't allow her such a luxury, however, even if it had been available. She couldn't do anything physical to relieve her frustration or her raging emotions. So what was left? She sighed softly, mind running restlessly through her current thoughts while simultaneously reaching back to a time before CRONUS, before the island, before her illness even. Softly, hopefully softly enough that no one could hear her, she began to sing.
"I still remember the world
From the eyes of a child
Slowly those feelings
Were clouded by what I know now
Where has my heart gone?
An uneven trade for the real world
Oh I... I want to go back to
Believing in everything and knowing nothing at all
I still remember the sun
Always warm on my back
Somehow it seems colder now
Where has my heart gone?
Trapped in the eyes of a stranger
Oh I... I want to go back to
Believing in everything..."
She trailed off quietly, forgetting the rest of the song's words. That was annoying, but at least she felt slightly better now. She had found no other way to better release her emotions than through singing. It wasn't as if her outlook were any better, but at least she could express what she was feeling in the words and the music. And she didn't feel so much like hitting something now, which was always good. She allowed herself a soft smile at the thought. She'd make it through this ordeal. She had been through worse plenty of other times and now at least her future looked bright, no matter what else happened here at CRONUS.
((Lyrics from "Field of Innocence" by Evanescence))
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Posted: Fri Oct 06, 2006 10:36 pm
Warren tensed slightly when he saw the girl behind the fence look up. He wondered if she'd sensed or seen him. But apparently the process hadn't begun yet because she started singing, the melody and words clear to his augmented hearing. Warren's ears perked up, listening intently.
It wasn't that he hadn't heard singing in a while. There was plenty of that in the jungle. Just not from a human.
He remained unmoving in the bushes. He hadn't heard that song before. It was pretty good, or maybe the girl was just a good singer. Her visible frustration had eased somewhat, though Warren got the impression something was still getting under her skin. He shifted his attention to the other two in the yard. They didn't look very happy either. Well gee, who would be?
Warren slowly moved through the underbrush, sizing up the fence and security as he went. His analytical brain, long disused, was starting to turn over. The security had increased since he'd last seen it, clearly, but there were still holes he might maybe take advantage of one day.
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Posted: Tue Oct 10, 2006 1:59 am
As the exercise field gradually grew quieter, the thick silence was broken after a while by one of the doors of the labratory dorms crashing open to reveal a young boy of about 15. His chest heaved as he breathed hard, scanning the open expanse of grass and benches for about a fraction of a second before taking off as if the devil himself were at his heels.
He seemed to be headed straight for a bench until, at the last moment, he somehow managed to clear it by leaping with his long black coat trailing behind him. Landing hard, he didn't stop, but continued on toward the opposite side of the field, seemingly uninterested in anything or anyone else.
It was just as he neared the chain-link fence, however, that he drew up short, nearly tripping his over-size jeans in his haste to stop. His arms waved out wildly on either side of him, balancing him just enough to keep him from tipping over. The boy stared wide-eyed at the guard, his gaze travelling over the weapons he carried, some of which were pokeballs.
It was the sight of these mechanical spheres that sent the boy reeling backward, nearly stumbling over the hem of his long coat as he did so. It was clear he feared the guards more than he valued freedom. Or rather, he feared the weapons they carried, some more frightening to Shawn than others.
He had never seen a pokeball before, strangely enough, but he was pretty sure that's exactly what he had seen. What was more, he didn't need to try anything stupid to guess at what they contained.
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Posted: Tue Oct 10, 2006 2:48 am
Samantha was startled out of her silent reverie by the sudden commotion behind her. She twisted around, watching in some alarm as the young boy tore about the yard, almost in a panic. What was wrong with him?
The sight of a nearby guard brought him to an abrupt stop and Samantha merely watched in stunned surprise at first. At least he wasn't running around anymore.
"Hey, kid! You alright there?" she called out, struggling to her feet and beginning to make her way slowly across the yard with some difficulty. She still felt weak and tired, but she pushed that aside for now, her concern for the poor boy taking precedence.
Samantha must have looked pretty unsteady right now, though she didn't feel quite as badly as she thought she should have. She was tired, yes, but most of her slow, hesitant movements came from not wanting to push herself too hard too quickly. Over-exertion could be dangerous in her condition.
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Posted: Tue Oct 10, 2006 3:05 am
"Huh?" The scrawny boy twisted sharply at the female voice. So sharply, in fact, that he lost balance and fell on his side in the grass. Grinding his teeth in the pain that seeared through his bruised limbs, he rolled over onto his back in agony, eyes closed, still breathing hard.
"I'm not..." he panted, speaking with difficulty as he tried to keep the anguish out of his voice. "I'm...not a kid."
After a few minutes, most of the pain had passed; enough so that Shawn could open his eyes and slowly sit up, grunting a little.
The girl before him was much older; at least by three or four years. However, she seemed to be in a much worse shape than he was. He watched her slow progress toward him with patient, sepia eyes, too sore to offer assistance. "You shouldn't move," he muttered, wondering as he spoke the words if he was in any position to advise people what they should and shouldn't do. Particularly older ones who seemed to have gone through a lot more than he had.
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Posted: Tue Oct 10, 2006 4:26 am
Samantha's frown of concern gave way to a soft chuckle of amusement. "You're probably right. I shouldn't, but I couldn't very well just sit all the way over there," she quipped, jerking her thumb back over her shoulder. She sank to her knees, taking the opportunity to rest as well as check on the boy. He seemed hurt, though that could be from his awkward fall just now. She'd had more than her share of awkward falls and spills. Of course, she'd learned to fall over the years in a manner that lessened the chance of harming herself. Seriously at least.
"You okay? Took a nasty spill there just now. Looked like it hurt." She couldn't help but cringe in sympathy.
"And I didn't mean anything by the 'kid' comment, earlier. Just a habit of mine. Forgive me, eh?" She smiled warmly, honestly feeling much better than she had just minutes ago. "Didn't really know what else to call you, ya' know." She winked, grinning playfully. "I'm Samantha." She held out her hand, not sure whether or not he'd take it, but trying to make the effort to be social.
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Posted: Tue Oct 10, 2006 8:01 am
Raena watched with shocked awe as the boy scrambled past her and hopped over the nearby bench. Looked like he wanted to make a break for it, seeing on how he was peeling towards the fence like that. She smiled slightly as a sign of relief that he stopped when he got a good look at the guards. It wasn't wise to try to get away from this place...at least not yet...
Then, as the boy fell down when he heard Sam's greeting, she got up from her seat but did not move as she watched Sam walk over to him, wanting to make sure that she didn't fall on the way. Now that she knew that she was recovering from surgury she wanted to make sure that Sam got better. After all, she seemed to be the only sane...or not so sane...person that Raena had connected with for a long time. After inwardly snickering at their convorsation before about English literature she herself walked over and gave the boy a worried look. He didn't seem very comfortable. In fact he looked like he was in pain.
"Is he alright?" she asked. All of a sudden her 'new people' complex kicked in and she couldn't make herself ask the boy himself, but in her worried fashion asked Sam instead. At least she was trying to fix that.
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