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X x __ compos M E N T i S Captain
Quotable Conversationalist
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 Posted: Thu Nov 04, 2010 6:33 pm
ℓux jøycε вяyαηт
analytical abilities тнε нεαят ίs duмв, αηd тнε нεαят ίs вℓίηd
xxxxxвuт ί тнίηκ yøu’ℓℓ fίηd тнαт тнε ℓøяd ίs κίηd
xxxxxxxxxxαηd ί pяαy yøu’ℓℓ cнεяίsн тнίs тαяηίsнεd øffεяίηg. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------  Lux hadn't realized that her momentary weakness had been so obvious. Possibly, this was the largest body of water she'd ever seen in her life-- she'd never seen the beach, she'd once flown over the ocean, but that was something different entirely. She would've been nervous standing near it, looking at it, but she was about to dive into it. Elizabelle offered her a rare bit of hope that ordinarily would've helped her none, but the girl's previous hostility made her words all the more sincere. Lux nodded absently to her.
She hated to admit it, but Elizabelle was right. Her mind was going through numbers, and they were flying at rocket speed across her vision, opaque if she closed one eye, but not particularly hindering to her vision. She almost wished it were, that way she wouldn't have to see the water she were about to dive into as much. Her mind ran a new set of numbers and came up with the chances of survival if she jumped correctly. Over in the water, there was Jay, Tony and Ani. They'd made it alright, she would to.
Elizabelle took the limp girl from Lux's arm, and Lux was taking a step backward before her confidence could desert her, but the girl hit a rather rude awakening. Probably, it hurt Elizabelle's arm and while Lux wouldn't have cared twenty minutes ago, she felt a pang of remorse for the girl, after all, she'd sustained the bullet wound early on, and it was likely hard to have climbed all the way up with it. The same could be said for Jay, or maybe Ani who seemed to have encountered a couple of scrapes on her way over, though they'd hardly seemed crippling.
The girl was talking fast, really fast. She said that that doctor had been Doctor Archer, and evidently she was scared of him, by the way she'd sounded upon first waking up. Lux was glad she'd shot him, even if it was nothing even vaguely fatal. Then, she said that it was a trap,
there was no leaving via the water. Half of her wished that were true, that there was some other way to go, but half of them were already in the water, and they couldn't leave them. It was too late to turn around.
The girl said she wasn't going to get into the water. With Lux so against the idea, she could think of no way to convince her otherwise, but still found herself shaking her head doubtfully. "I don't think I can change your mind, but there is no other way. They blocked off the ground level, and I'd rather die trying than play guinea pig to them anymore." The noise below them was loud, loud enough to be heard where they were-- Lux couldn't even begin to guess what it could've possibly been. Lux's mind was trying anything to calculate the distance to the water.
Oh, God, anything but that. Lux loved the thrill of fall, the rush of being above the rest of the world, but what awaited her at the bottom was the only thing that came to mind. She blinked hard, trying to rid the numbers from her vision. The green tint of everything, the wall of numbers, and the various status bars and cross hairs disappeared. Her eye was normal, but she felt blind, like she were deliberately keeping herself stupid, hell, that was what she was doing. But it was like cutting of the most useful part of her brain.
"I don't see any other choice." Lux left it at that, she had nothing else to say and she doubted that anything that the girl, what had she said her name was? Chīsuzume Mōtoko. Nothing she said would change Lux's mind, there had to be some hope of escape, because she was not going to return to that place, not without enough holes in her body to constitute "putting her down". Lux took the two steps back wards, and rushed the edge, jumping before she had a chance to turn back.
Now it was a matter of gravity, and it was a hell of a load off of her mind. Until she hit water. Lux hadn't realized that she'd been holding her breath, but it was a stabbing pain until she slowly released it, forced herself to relax. Water, large bodies of it, disgusted her, it didn't take much for the thought of her little brother, or her mother to arrive in her mind. It was hard to believe that this could possibly be a trap, when there was nothing but space around them. There were only two of them left up there, nix Erik, who Lux only then realized that she hadn't seen.
Panic rose in her mind, but she choked it down and turned to the others. She'd split off, had he been gunned down on their way up? Why hadn't anyone said anything? How could they leave the absence of one of them just hanging in the air like that? "We're missing Erik." It wasn't a question, even as just a statement it sounded harsh, Lux hoped her voice conveyed the worry she felt. Suddenly, she felt naked without the cross-hairs that she'd spent so much time resenting, and it seemed as though she were in the very clutches of her worst fear. Lux was in quite the opposite of her element.
[OOC: Dr Wicked: Write or Die]------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ xxxxxxxxxxвuяηт sίℓvεя, вяusнεd ℓαvεηdεя øffspяίηg
xxxxxвuяsт fяøм мε ωнεη fίяsт ωε κίssεd
yøu нεℓd мε, quίεтℓy α яusн puяgεd мε øf мy pαsт
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Posted: Sat Nov 06, 2010 5:06 pm
Ƹɽιк Ƞιcɧ014ι β14cк  T. ƸCH. Ƞ0P.4TH¤°¤°¤°¤°¤°¤°¤°¤°¤°¤°¤°¤°¤°¤°¤°¤°¤°¤°¤°¤°¤°
ɭ ɧαd α dɽƹαϻ τɧατ ɭ ƒƹƖƖ ƒɽoϻ τɧƹ ɽooƒτoр
αŋd ŋo oŋƹ wαs τɧƹɽƹ τo ϲατϲɧ ϻƹ
þʋτ ƴoʋ wƹɽƹ τɧƹɽƹ ατ τɧƹ ƹŋd
ϲɽαdƖιŋɡ ϻƴ ɧƹαd ιŋ ƴoʋɽ αɽϻs
αs ϻƴ ϲɽιϻsoŋ ϲɽowŋ ƹŋɡʋƖƒƹd ƴoʋɽ ϲƖoτɧƹs
αŋd ɭ Ɩαʋɡɧƹd ατ τɧƹ sιɡɧτ oƒ ιτ αƖƖ… Erik felt uneasy about staying behind, but it was too late to back out of his decision now. As he was preparing himself against the on-coming pursuit, he finally heard the silent male in their group speak. “Don’t get yourself killed.” There was a steeliness in his voice that bordered on command, but he understood the meaning behind the words. He gave a quick nod and a cheesy two-fingered salute. “Got it.” As he replaced the ceiling tile, the elevator doors burst open to reveal several sercuirty men holding up an impressive artillery. Damn! That was fast.
“Stop! Stay where you are!” one of the men shouted at him, as if he were a dangerous escape convict. Erik half-raised his hands non-threateningly into the air; at that moment, for some reason or another, everything became immensely funny. It started as a mild snicker in his nose that soon evolved into a full-blown giggling fit that shook him all over. The guards looked at each other as if he’d finally lost it – and maybe he had. Even he had no idea why he was laughing. These hysterics must have given him some courage, because he moved forward, out to the edge of the car. “I mean it!” the man shouted again. “Don’t move!” He raised his gun higher, jabbing the end into Erik’s torn-up chest. A streak of pain flashed through his body and instantly ended the laughter. Everyone froze, as if he were a ticking time-bomb. They all really think I’m dangerous, he thought. Maybe I can be.
Erik remembered his experience earlier in his room. He believed that this wasn’t a dream any longer, but then how could he explain the numbers that rising in his head, the machines all shutting down, breaking free? Maybe, just maybe… He doubted he could control the situation by thinking about it, but those numbers had to lead to something. That was when it clicked. The heart monitors, the security chains… they were all machines. Maybe he could use that.
Just then, a conversation seeped into his head, but he heard it as well, like feedback or echoing sound systems. The security guard in front of him had one of those Bluetooth radios hooked to his ear, and someone on the other line was giving him orders:
Bring him back in, we want him alive.
The voice was in his head, along with all of the other numbers; he wouldn’t have heard it otherwise. “On the ground!” the man shouted. “You’re coming with us; don’t try to resist, or we will shoot.” Ooo, I’m so scared, Erik thought; though he wasn’t looking forward to being shot, he knew they’d take care not to kill him. I’ve wasted enough time. I’ve got to get out of here so I can join the others. Erik quickly formed a plan, and gave the men another cocky smile. “Sorry, but I’m not going anywhere with you.”
The men had only a moment to act surprised to Erik’s response – suddenly, their radios switched frequencies, and a stream of high-pitched feedback rang loudly in the security men’s ears. “Ahh!!” “Damn it!” “What the hell?” They crumpled to the ground, hastening to rip off the earpieces – two of the younger-looking ones actually fainted. Erik wasted no time in grabbing one of the incapacitated guard’s guns before darting down the unmarked hallway. He knew he didn’t have a lot of time before the rest of the men – and more – would be after him, and he really didn’t want to have to use the gun he picked up. Wow, I can't believe I actually did that. Part of him was amazed and wanted to laugh about causing the guardmen's misfortune, but the rest of him knew that it was more important to focus on getting out of there, pronto.
Soon, he got to an intersection. Damn, where do I go now? Wish Lux were here… He wasn’t sure how she knew the layout of the place, but he knew that Lux was in the same boat as them; as suspicious as she made herself out to be, he knew now that he couldn’t judge her – or any of them, for that matter – too soon. He was different now too, after all. Darting down a left hallway, he ran head-on into a group of three more men. s**t, he thought. Holding up the gun, he aimed to injure. He’d fired a weapon before more than once, but he didn’t like it. I have to survive, for Max. For Lux and the others… The new girl from earlier popped into his head. “I can’t wait,” she’d said, the only one that seemed eager to introduce themselves. I gotta make it back… for Ani, too. He tightened his grip on the weapon. “Come and get me, you bastards.”¤°¤°¤°¤°¤°¤°¤°¤°¤°¤°¤°¤°¤°¤°¤°¤°¤°¤°¤°¤°¤°
❝Remember, because you can’t forget those days.❞
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Posted: Sun Nov 07, 2010 3:52 pm
  .s.h.a.p.e. . .s.h.i.f.t.e.r.XXX .my.transformation.this.turn.: Red-Headed One-Night-Stand XXXXX● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ●Watching the girl Liz found, jump off the edge of the building, again Jayden felt inclined to hold his breath. This time, he moved to the ledge to watch, and prayed that they weren't going to hear a hard thump if she missed and hit rocks, or the surface of the water wrong.
The sound he heard was a large splash as the girl finally hit the ocean below, and the male let out a quiet gasp, hoping she would surface. When she did, the odds of everyone surviving the fall got better. Two out of seven had made the jump and come out alive..
That was why he decided it was his turn. Sure, he was scared shitless of the possible outcome, and sure he didn't really want to do this; but what other choice was there? Die for reasons he couldn't understand, all because he had wanted to be free of some strange lab that he had, a shot time ago, realized wasn't what it had first seemed. No, of course not.
Jayden backed up slowely, until he reached a point he assumed would help him jump father away from the building. God only knew how horrible it would have been to smack into the side of the building on the way down.
Crouthing down slighty, he got into a running possition; tucing the arm his injured shoulder was attached to, tight against his inflated chest. For once he was glad to have to body of a woman, remembering the old saying "the bigger they are, the harder they fall" - with a lighter figure, he was going to have to fight less gravity on the way down.
The youth inhailed and exhaled a couple of times before clearing his mind, and allowing his body to do the work. One foot shot out from under him. Then the other, and back again, until he found himself leaping over the concreat surround. After that he was in mid air. His body screamed for him to do everything in it's power to get back on solid footing, but it was too late. He was plummiting down towards the water, and in danger of dying.
Grasping all of the oxgyn he could, he finally broke the surface; water moved up the sides of his body until it was surrounding him intirely. Engulfing him, pulling him down.
The one thing the boy had not accounted for though, was his wound. It was still open, and now exposed to the salty brin of the sea. He couldn't help it, but screamed in pain - the sound lukily muffled by the depths he was in.
And then he lost consiousness. ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ● ●XXXXX
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Posted: Tue Nov 09, 2010 6:47 pm
 ¤ ¤ ¤ ¤ ¤ ¤ ¤ ¤ ¤ ¤ ¤ ¤ ¤ ¤ ¤ ¤ ¤ ¤ ¤ ¤ Walking down one of the various halls in a large building, located in a nondescript part of a heavy populated city; a middle aged man looked over the destruction that had been made on this day. There were still people strewn everywhere - company hired soldiers who had neglected to do their job properly. The dark green eyes he used to asses the damage were cold, calculated, and unforgiving. Sure, these men were still alive, but god only knew why, and for how long. If he had anything to do with it, they were certainly not going to leave the building without paying the ultimate price for their insolence.
But clearly there slackers had at least served one purpose. It was clear now that the project this geneticist was involved with was exactly as had planned. The subjects involved were stronger, faster, more cunning then the average human being. Just as they had been designed to be.
However, the aspect that had not been counted on - the fact that a vast majority had awoken, and flown the coup. No one on the project had counted on that, and the reasoning was still under investigation. Confused, frightened, and unaware, that small group was going to do more damage on their own then good. That was why their retrieval was so important.
Luckily, a possible rebellion had been anticipated, and was why a counter had been prepared just in case. The elemental series. Four individuals - two males, two females - endowed with the power of the four elements: fire, water, earth, and wind. They were the begining of their kind, being the first subjects integrated into the project. They were built to be the leaders of the group, and were the oldest of the lot. And unlike their younger counter parts, their memories had been specifically manipulated to force compliance.
Why had the others been allowed free reign with their own memories? Soldiers  without feeling were only robots, and then what was the point of creating almost human weapons?
Pulling a reciever off the wall of the hall, he dialed an extension, getting a receptionist from the front office. "Tell Archer, Graham, and Shultz to meet me in the west wing meeting room. And, let them know that it's time to wake the others."
He really didn't care if the girl had questions about what he was saying, he just hung up the phone, then continued on through the mounds of men who were in need of medical attention. For the hell of it, he kicked one in the ribs to prove his disappointment in them all. Then he continued on, towards his meeting. ¤ ¤ ¤ ¤ ¤ ¤ ¤ ¤ ¤ ¤ ¤ ¤ ¤ ¤ ¤ ¤ ¤ ¤ ¤ ¤ x
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Posted: Fri Nov 12, 2010 10:15 am
 Anisa___Jay___Conner
"I may be small, but my looks will knock you out."
Ani felt as if she had just jumped into an ice box. Floating and keeping her head above the water, she shivered inwardly as she looked around at the others. None of them were really moving away from the building, as if to say they were all afraid or waiting for someone to lead them. Looking up, all she could see were small figures of the group, hopefully it was the group, standing at the top. "W-We can't just stay here like sitting ducks." She said over the roar of the ocean before spotting one of the figures jumping off the roof. It was Lux. She waited with her breath held in before letting it out as she saw Lux come up for air. Then she heard her comment; "We're missing Erik." Ani looked down in sadness before looking back up at her. "He didn't come up. I heard guns firing, so I can only guess he didn't make it." She said before looking back up and seeing a female figure coming down. As the splash of water flew up and attacked Ani, she waited until the woman came out, but before she could say anymore to Lux, she came out of the water screaming his little head off and then seemed to pass right out.
Wide-eyed and shocked, Ani paused a few moments to take in what just happened before reacting. Swimming over to the girl, she moved herself next to her before lifting her up slightly and moving her arms around Ani's neck and her head on Ani's shoulder. With the extra weight on her, she didn't feel any different. It must be that Ani wasn't so weak as she once was. It made her smile to herself to know that she was finally stronger and no longer going to be called the weak one, but how long would it last? She had no idea if this whole stronger thing was permanent or not. Looking back at Lux, she gave a weak smile. "I've got her. Where should we be heading off to? We can't sit in the water like ducks, can we?" She asked her before adjusting the female on her back. Hopefully she wouldn't wake up until they got to dry land otherwise she would just be screaming again. She had such a large gap on her arm, she was surprised he wasn't bleeding out all of his blood.
Looking over her shoulder at the building, she wondered if Erik was really captured or not. He seemed like the only friendly one around here. He was nice, a little out-spoken, but sincere and polite. She could only hope that he hadn't been captured and that somehow or another he made it out of that building, but the evidence made her doubt it. "Poor guy." She muttered to herself.
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Posted: Sat Nov 13, 2010 5:54 am
Name: Chīsuzme, Mōtoko Kyō
Age: 21
Sex: Female
Subject Ability: Psychometry 
Lux nodded, and took the first jump. Mōtoko couldn’t believe that she was about to do the same, insane, deadly action, but she swallowed her fear for once and tried to think like Lux. Brave. Be brave, Mōtoko. Turning to the dark-haired girl again, she noticed the arm she was protecting. “Is it broken?” Mōtoko asked; upon quick examination, this was obvious. “There’s no way you can jump in like that, not unless you want the break to get worse.” Mōtoko had once had a thing for healing as well as music, but after being in this Hell of a hospital, she doubted she’d ever want to do such work again. The suspicious and determined look immediately showed up on the girl’s face. “Oh no, no,” Mōtoko waved, realizing how her words must have sounded. “I don’t mean stay here. But you need a firm cast around it, or it’ll be much worse.” Obviously there weren’t any materials on the roof to make a decent cast; the only real things Mōtoko had were her clothes and the thick sheets wrapped around her hands. Scrupling at the thought, Mōtoko gave up her bandages, unraveling them and moving toward the girl. “It’s not much, but they’re thick. If I tie them around tight enough, it could work as a make-shift cast. Sort of.” Tightening the bandages around with a firm knot and tug, The girl winced. “Sorry,” Mōtoko apologized genuinely; she had a tendency to feel other’s pain as her own. Moving away quickly before the girl could touch her – accidently or with purpose – she looked to the side of the building. Naturally, she’d want to be last, but this girl next to her looked almost as emotionally frail as she was. “I-I’ll… I’ll go next,” she stuttered, and before she could think, Mōtoko ran off the edge of the building and pushed off the ledge. It’s like flying, she thought. Flying up to touch the clouds. To reach mother. To reach all those dreams that never existed. Thinking of Kumiko, she almost dove into a swan-like dive until she remembered a piece of advice she’d heard from a swim coach once. Feet first. If you're coming from a long way off, keep your legs straight as you hit the water, and you’ll positively surface. Those twists and turns are for professional divers in a fancy pool, not the ocean. So leaning back with straight legs, Mōtoko hit the cold, unforgiving water feet first.
As she surfaced, years of training and instinct kicked in. Well, imagined instinct. Something probably made her more adept at handling difficult obstacles, but Mōtoko remembered years of swimming with Kumiko in the ocean, one of the only forms of peace they had after their mother’s death. Taking a calm gulp of air, Mōtoko pushed the hair from her face. Not a good time to have it long, she concluded regretfully. Looking around for Lux, she spotted two others not far from where she was, a few yards maybe. And to her left, a flash of red in the water. Red? Then an image came to her. The red-headed girl on the roof; she had jumped sometime during Mōtoko’s confrontation with the other girls. She hadn’t really noticed her then, but apparently photographic memory was something she’d gained with her psychometric powers. If she was going to use them, that would have been great, but she had already vowed that she’d never use those cursed powers again.
Before she could react, another figure swam down to the red-head, dragging them both back up to safety… if you could call these tumultuous waters safe. Using her previously known skills, Mōtoko swam to the others, nervousness settling in her stomach. Yeah, it didn’t really matter; they were all in the water, all trying to escape, all going to the same place. But Mōtoko always felt self-conscious about strangers, especially strangers who probably thought she was a hospital spy after the crap she’d put them through.
((I’m so sorry that I took so long!! You may pelt me with bricks if you’d like. >.<)) ❝ I’m an inverted Cancer – a crab with a soft outer shell and a hardened heart. ❞
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Posted: Sat Nov 13, 2010 2:09 pm
Ƹɽιк Ƞιcɧ014ι β14cк T. ƸCH. Ƞ0P.4TH ¤°¤°¤°¤°¤°¤°¤°¤°¤°¤°¤°¤°¤°¤°¤°¤°¤°¤°¤°¤°¤°
ɭ ɧαd α dɽƹαϻ τɧατ ɭ ƒƹƖƖ ƒɽoϻ τɧƹ ɽooƒτoр
αŋd ŋo oŋƹ wαs τɧƹɽƹ τo ϲατϲɧ ϻƹ
þʋτ ƴoʋ wƹɽƹ τɧƹɽƹ ατ τɧƹ ƹŋd
ϲɽαdƖιŋɡ ϻƴ ɧƹαd ιŋ ƴoʋɽ αɽϻs
αs ϻƴ ϲɽιϻsoŋ ϲɽowŋ ƹŋɡʋƖƒƹd ƴoʋɽ ϲƖoτɧƹs
αŋd ɭ Ɩαʋɡɧƹd ατ τɧƹ sιɡɧτ oƒ ιτ αƖƖ… Erik quickly indisposed the men in front of him, taking out two by popping a bullet in each knee and knocking the other out with a bash to the temple. He didn’t feel particularly good about what he was doing, but at least it wasn’t like he had killed anyone. Yet.
As an afterthought, the curly-headed blonde leaned down and snatched up the unconscious guard’s earpiece, twisting it onto his own; he figured it was best to be a little informed, have a little handicap in the assaulting chase. “Wickens, what’s the subject’s status?” he heard a voice buzz gravelly on the other end. Oops. Hadn’t accounted for that. “Uh, we’re still in pursuit,” he spoke into the microphone through his sleeve, so as to distort his voice somehow. He wasn’t sure if it’d be recognized at all – probably not, by the way that all of them had been treated like animals.
“Well, hurry up; the doctor’s are swarming for meeting; they want the subjects taken in as soon as possible or someone’s getting fired, and it ain’t gonna be me.” Erik gave a laugh after the voice disappeared. Fired? Just a job, huh? Torturing people and treating them like animals… No, worse than animals. They were lab rats. Guinea pigs. Experiments. The ******** indignity of it all. He kept running through the hall, hoping to find a way out. The only way was forward until he got to a door marked “Stairs.” “Up or down?” he asked himself. The others were on the roof, but guards had surely made it up there by now; they didn’t all follow him down the hallways. And the ground entrance/exit was probably the most heavily guarded. “s**t, s**t, s**t!” he hissed, wishing he had a map. Up or down? Up or down? He couldn’t just stand here and wait for someone else to find him. He made the quick decision to ditch the door completely; he made a mental note as to where the door was located and made the choice to come back later. I need a map, an architectural layout, something… anything.
Then he ran past a room with glass windows. What? Inside were rapidly blinking machines, two chairs, tens of video screens, and a guard in one of the chairs with a headset on. This must be a security room, he thought. There’s gotta be some kind of map in there. He dropped under one of the windows by the door and flattened himself against the wall. Looked left, looked right. No one in sight; they hadn’t chased after him… at least, they hadn’t caught up yet. The door was electrically locked with a thumbprint scanner, which Erik easily took care of by disengaging it. Unlock. Click; the door swung open silently. The man must have been listening to something, because he hadn’t moved from the headset. Erik snuck in and stopped to think about what to do next. He could easily dispose of this guy… by pulling the trigger. Erik pulled up the barrel of his gun to aim, and hesitated. On the desk in front of the man sat a single picture frame with a man, woman and newborn child smiling up at the camera. Maybe it belonged to the guard Erik was aiming to kill, maybe it didn’t… but survival and morals struggling inside him, Erik knew that he couldn’t shoot an innocent man, even if he wasn’t innocent. All that kept running through his mind was the woman and the child, and his own father taken from him by the bullet of a murderer. No. I’m not a murderer. Erik swiftly ducked behind a small file cabinet as the man spun around, looked out the windows and went back to a keyboard. A plan quickly formulated in Erik’s mind in order to get rid of the unsuspecting guard as he looked to the video monitors again. Noise from the man’s radio reached Erik’s ears, amplified by the numbers and words buzzing in his head.
“We need to know when you spot them. Any sight of them yet?”
“No, none yet, sir,” the guard responded, actively searching the cameras now. A screen on the top left caught Erik’s attention. There was Lux and Elizabelle, and another girl. Ani. Erik smiled; she was alright for now. He couldn’t let them get caught now. Another figure barely registered in his vision, someone Lux was carrying, but he pushed the thought away. Lux has enough to explain, anyway.
“Got a feed on the roof?”
“Hang on, I’ll… wait a second…” Before the guard could say anything more, Erik directly threw his thoughts across the room and focused. It was difficult to grab ahold of two devices at once in his mind, but Erik fought for control, sweat beading on his forehead. At that moment, the radio died, and all the video monitors switched off to blank screens. “What the..?”
Erik burst out of his hiding place, brandishing his weapon fiercely. “Don’t make another sound,” he whispered – just in case the radio was still working. The man was unarmed and froze, hands shooting up into the air. Erik got closer and snatched the headset, busting it against the counter. He would have kept it intact, but it wasn’t like Lux or any of the others had a radio on them: he couldn’t use it to communicate with them without another receiver device. “Get on the ground,” Erik ordered, feeling like another person completely as his shoved the end of the gun into the guard’s back. The man hardly looked like a threat, blubbering and sweating, crouched on the ground. “Please, don’t shoot. I’ve got a family…”
“Work with me, and you won’t have to get shot,” Erik hissed, his voice unfeeling, his heart hurting. Looking to the machines again, he sent a command to the video screens. Switch on the rooftop cameras. The video screens came to life, all showing views of the building’s roof. The man on the floor sat in stunned silence while Erik watched Ani dive off the edge of the building. He let a shocked “No!” utter from his lips before watching Lux do the same, and that was when he realized what they were doing. Water. Lux said there was water outside. This building must be on the coastline somewhere.
Erik spun around to the man on the ground. “Where are we?” he demanded. The man sat up straighter and jutted out his lower lip. “I’m not authorized to tell you anything.” Oh, don’t get defiant now, Erik thought angrily. The gun jabbed into the man’s forehead. “Tell me, now! Map, give me a map!” The guard remained stiff despite the gun in his face. His hand raised up quickly, too quickly; Erik spied a gun in the man’s hand. Too many years of paranoia shot through Erik like a cornered animal, and without realizing it, his finger closed around the trigger. A loud shot rang out… a shot Erik would remember for a lifetime. All he could think of was I take it back, rewind, I take it back, but there was no rewind button in life. The man fell to the ground; he was too close to miss. A gaping hole protruded out of his forehead, and gore splattered the ground below. Erik’s hand shook as his mind took over his body, locked into survival mode. Issuing a few mental commands to the computer next to the picture frame on the desk, a map of the building’s interior floors sprung up, and Erik mentally memorized it before setting the man back in his chair. His heart cried to stop, to think about what he had just done, what had just happened, but his mind told him that time was running out; those men were sure to show up after he’d destroyed the radio. He raced out of the room and turned down a left corridor. Still, his heart screamed. I just killed a man… Now I’m a murderer, too… ¤°¤°¤°¤°¤°¤°¤°¤°¤°¤°¤°¤°¤°¤°¤°¤°¤°¤°¤°¤°¤°
❝Remember, because you can’t forget those days.❞
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Posted: Sat Nov 13, 2010 3:28 pm
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Aитнøиy мαяcus DuPøηт
тнε мίηd яεαdεя
◣xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx◢  Ani was the second one into the water, the girl was fearless. Immediately she was turning toward him and asking which way they ought to be going, but of that he wasn't prepared to answer. He'd been looking for the nearest land, but for the moment they seemed safe, and he wanted to know that everyone was there before he started going. One by one, each of them jumped in, the very last being a new girl, one who Tony hadn't seen before, must've been who Lux went back for. Then why Erik? Everyone seemed to be asking the same question. Where was Erik?
Tony wasn't one to repeat himself, so he found it easier just to wait. Jay was late on getting in, but as soon as he seemed to hit water, he was going down, like he couldn't swim or something. He sunk like a rock, but it was Ani with the fastest reflexes who had him, though currently he had the frame of a rather average-sized girl, back at the surface in what seemed like less than a second. Then, the rest, all of them wondering where Erik was. Tony had the same question in mind.
"He had to go back." It wasn't much assurance. Was he even alive anymore? They could only hope so, but they couldn't stick around forever. If nothing else, no one appeared particularly in their element, least of all Lux who seemed like she hardly knew how to swim. Funny that she should mention the plan though she seemed the least able to carry it through. ...Erik was really captured or not. He seemed like the only friendly one around here. Ouch. Maybe it ought to have, but it didn't bother Tony so much, he already knew what a cold b*****d he was, and he didn't mind being reminded of it.
...suddenly felt naked without the cross-hairs...spent so much time resenting. Everyone seemed to be in their own heads, which was usually the place for Tony, but now it seemed like no one was willing to step up. It was obvious enough what they wanted to wait around for, and though it was unfortunate, they had no promise that he was coming back. Tony looked back up at the building, it was taller than he ever could've imagined it, and it seemed as if there was no way that they could've possibly jumped off of the top. The thing looked like solid concrete, not a window in it. Of course, that hardly seemed possible, but true enough the thing was large and formidable, there would certainly be no soliciting.
Tony heard Ani mention that it couldn't be safe, just hanging around the way they were, and Tony was inclined to nod. Usually, wasn't this the part where Lux spoke up and told them where to go, or what to do? She didn't look in the condition, hell, he was surprised she was even swimming. "We can't wait around here for him." Tony said suddenly, his voice cold and almost somewhat detached. He knew the way he was going to come off, it was exactly the way he always came off as-- an unfeeling a*****e without a care for anyone else. He pushed his wet hair out of his face the best it would let him, and stared out in the distance for the nearest land farthest from the building. It looked like there was a beach not far off.
Probably, it would've been weird, them all coming out of the water dressed in the same clothes stained with blood, but they didn't seem to have any other choice. Tony pointed in the direction, "I think that's our best bet." He told the others, and waited a moment for any objection. He didn't seem to receive any, so he started swimming, best to lead by example, right? Besides, it wouldn't take the soldiers long to pick a spot and start shooting, maybe their were windows in this place, maybe they were only well hidden. Probably, they could be shot at from the roof.
[OOC: This morning, I got everything working again, so you can expect frequent posts out of me, again. ;D]
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Posted: Sun Nov 14, 2010 6:01 pm
¤ ¤ ¤ ¤ ¤ ¤ ¤ ¤ ¤ ¤ ¤ ¤ ¤ ¤ ¤ ¤ ¤ ¤ ¤ ¤ Crawford looked over the documents he held infront of him. Equations, and D.N.A. sequence codes were included in the content on the pages. What he was looking at was the genetic map of the project he was in charge of. The one he had spent years of his time, and large sums of government funded money upon.
So, what was the purpose of the whole operation? To the common man, and half the employees on the companies pay role, the main goal of what they were working for was still unknown. Only a select few were priveleged to that sort of information.
Placeing the papers in his hand, down on the conference room table, the man took a look up at a projection displayed on a screen just behind him. The faces of four individuals were presented on the wall - two males, and two female - his pride and joy. The Elemental Series. And his greatest puppets in the play he was concocting. His hopes and dreams for those young people were like that of a father for his children. Even if their upbringing and purpose in life were less then conventional.
Just then, an extra presence presented itself within the room. It was Graham, and he was the second of the project heads to arrive. The man gave Crawford a hesitant nod before taking a seat at the table. The other two arrived just seconds after. Archer taking a seat beside Graham, and Shultz took a seat aross from them.
When they were all settled, the looked up toward Crawford. Each knew why they had been summoned, but knew the elder male would want to go over the plan.
"Gentlemen." he began, greeting them with a very flat tone. "You know why I have called you here. Clearly we have a problem that we need to resolve. How, or why did our subjects gain consiousness?"
"But first, we need to discuss how to retreive them, as they are an investment we can't afford to loose out on. My suggestion, we wake The Elementals. We've programed them to be more compliant to our orders. They should be able to capture and return the larger group to this facility."
"Gentlemen, It is obvious now that no "human" can combat them. We need to rely on what we know will work. It's our only option now." ¤ ¤ ¤ ¤ ¤ ¤ ¤ ¤ ¤ ¤ ¤ ¤ ¤ ¤ ¤ ¤ ¤ ¤ ¤ ¤ x
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Posted: Tue Nov 23, 2010 4:12 pm
ℓux jøycε вяyαηт
analytical abilities тнε нεαят ίs duмв, αηd тнε нεαят ίs вℓίηd
xxxxxвuт ί тнίηκ yøu’ℓℓ fίηd тнαт тнε ℓøяd ίs κίηd
xxxxxxxxxxαηd ί pяαy yøu’ℓℓ cнεяίsн тнίs тαяηίsнεd øffεяίηg. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Lucky was the last thing Lux felt, but it was true enough. She couldn't remember a time when she would've willingly gone near any body of water, but at nine she knew how to swim. It's not something that leaves you, no matter how out of practice you are. Of course, swimming lessons or not it wouldn't have mattered, as after Eric's "accident", as they had called it, she had no desire to swim. Maybe before that she hadn't. There was something about it that was ominous, worse than ominous, even.
If Lux closed her eyes, her vivid imagination could take control. She could almost see thin, dry-looking hands rising from above the surface of the water, and taking hold of her. Pulling her down to join the family of drowned Bryants somewhere below. The dark, cloudy depths would not pull yet another Bryant out of existence, she promised herself, even as she treaded water as if relaxing meant some certain death. And this was the ocean. How long since she had swam in the ocean? Long enough, and it seemed as if the infinite space could hold any number of things that thirsted for meat.
Lux was as good as useless to the group, maybe she might've even slowed them down, but no more than Jay who seemed out cold. When before she had taken charge and been just as brave and level-headed as the situation called for, this was a different place entirely. Lux was not comfortable in water, she doubted that she would ever be again. Maybe if she had been told not to approach her brother's coffin, or seen the place her mother had chosen to die. Maybe if she hadn't been the one to see the watery, red corpse her own mother had become.
Goose flesh broke out across Lux's arms, and it was all she could do to keep her head above water. She wasn't struggling to swim, but it was hard to bite back any cynical thoughts. Thoughts about how she could die here, and her body could float out to see and never been
found. Or thoughts about how easily blood could float up from the depths, fill everything, and it wouldn't be unusual. It wouldn't look it, anyway. Lux worked hard not to draw attention to herself, more so now than before when she'd had something to be ashamed of, that nasty mechanical eye of hers.
Now, it was gone, but something worse than fear had taken its place. And it filled her with such a dread that she ought to have been surprised she didn't immediately sink. She looked longingly up at the roof of the building, and though she knew what danger it held for her, she couldn't help but wish that she were still up there. It was ironic the way that her greatest joy had led her into the arms of her greatest fear.
But there was no use in moping, she had to suck it up, and promise herself she would be on land again. Soon. Lux was still treading water, trying hard to wipe every last bit of fear off of her face, as she waited for someone, anyone, to come up with an idea that would take them out and away from the water. Surely, they wouldn't last long out here, in the open to so much more than just bullets. That was when Tony had chosen to speak up. Or maybe he had been speaking before, but Lux had not been listening.
Too buried in her own thoughts to have been listening to the other's she chose instead to focus on Tony's words. They brought no better news, though, as he told them that they couldn't wait much longer for Erik, who was still in the building. Better than here. Lux thought bitterly, though there seemed no way she could've actually thought that. He pointed out to a beach that seemed forever away. Lux didn't know how far far was, in terms of swimming, but she did know that she had reason to swim faster, though maybe not the ability.
Tony started, and maybe under normal circumstances Lux would've spoken up. She would've said something about how they couldn't leave Erik behind, they couldn't abandon him-- he was one of them, and they didn't even know what fate had befallen him. It would be cruel of them to leave him there, especially alone, they were just as bad as the scientists that had kept them there. But Lux was too selfish, and too self-centered, the thought didn't even occur to her, so she didn't speak up. Instead, she followed Tony, eager to begin some kind of action that would get them out of the water. Her mind was swimming, best that no one expect too much of her while she was in her kind of quiet hysteria. She wasn't to be much use to them, anyway, in this horrified state.------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ xxxxxxxxxxвuяηт sίℓvεя, вяusнεd ℓαvεηdεя øffspяίηg
xxxxxвuяsт fяøм мε ωнεη fίяsт ωε κίssεd
yøu нεℓd мε, quίεтℓy α яusн puяgεd мε øf мy pαsт
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Posted: Tue Nov 23, 2010 5:02 pm
Name: Chīsuzme, Mōtoko Kyō
Age: 21
Sex: Female
Subject Ability: Psychometry
Riding the currents would be the best chance they had if they wanted to use less energy. Luckily, there was one running across to the coastline, and Mōtoko found herself riding more than actually swimming. Before long, she reached shallow waters, and then muddy sand. Pulling her heavy, water-soaked body up onto the shore. There was more mud and dirt than actual sand, but Mōtoko really cared less about the muck clinging to her feet. From where she stood, she couldn't see much past a dense underbrush, so she turned to the ocean again, her salt-crusted hair swinging in front of her face. The others weren't far off. Good. Sitting in the sand, Mōtoko let the water run over her feet. Now was hardly the time for relaxing, but Mōtoko thought it better if she waited for them -- they probably already thought she was a traitor. Horrible scenarios of being tied up or retrained popped into her head, and she had to physically shake herself to be rid of them. Lux was accepting enough; why wouldn't the others be? But I spoke to Lux on the phone. Who knows exactly what the others know about me? As far as she could tell, they'd either see her as a threat or a weakling, and Mōtoko really couldn't decide which was worse. ❝ I’m an inverted Cancer – a crab with a soft outer shell and a hardened heart. ❞
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Posted: Wed Nov 24, 2010 1:40 am
  there's a dark fire inside my heart
+p+y+r+o+k+i+n+e+s+i+s+
and it's burning me alive ******************** Now that he was awake, Devon kept his eyes on the visible air space before the plane he was on. His best-friend, Mark, as at the com, had the cargo craft he was flying on auto-pilot. Which, at this point was fine, he supposed. The air-space they were flying over was clear of mountains or trees, so they weren't likely to hit anything. However, considering the light touch of fog they were traveling through, Devon might have been less jumpy if his pal had a grip of the controls.
Mark, was a competent pilot, and the former U.S. army knew that asking his friend to fly the plane on manual was going to get him no where. The other male believed to know what he was doing. So that was that, and Devon had to just trust that they weren't going to crash.
Reaching over to a duffel on the floor of his left side, the brown-haired man rummaged around until he found a pack of smokes and a lighter. Pulling the coffin nail from it's resting place, and placing it between his lips, he lit it quickly; taking in as much of the smoke as he could.
He hadn't been a smoker before the murder of his wife and daughter. Had taken up sucking cigars on special occasions, but nothing of the habitual nature. Now, he needed the things like oxygen to take the edge off. If he couldn't even get to the killers of his family right in an instant, the least he could do was kill himself slowly, and hope that he would concoct lung cancer and join them.
Why hadn't he just offed himself if his goal was suicide? Well, that was pretty obvious. He wanted sweet revenge first.
Sucking in another breath of poisonous air, something happened. All of a sudden a bright light flashed all around the air plane, and the thing began to rock uncontrollably. Reaching forward, Mark placed a grip on the stearing system, trying to regain some of the power over the vessel.
"What's happening!?" Asked Devon over the loud noises of the plane beginning a decent towards the earth below.
"Lightening. We just got struck on our right wing." The other man explained. His voice was only slightly calm, as if to keep his army buddy at some ease.
Devon shook off the tone, and took a look out the window on his right, back at the wing. There was a good chunk missing out of it.
"Oh s**t!" He cursed, his gaze turning back to his friend, who seemed more concerned by the fact that he wasn't gaining the power of the plane he wished for. The were falling toward solid ground now, and as turbulence started to shake the holly hell out of the metal vehicle, one of the engines decided it was going to give up the fight too.
It seemed like, for the next fourteen seconds, as if nothing else but imminent death mattered to the surroundings both men were in. No sounds, no air, no time to think.
Moments of he and his wife and daughter flashed before the young captain's eyes. And the thought that he had disappointed their memory by not finding their killers before his death.
That was when everything went black. And for a long time, Devon lay silent and still in the darkness. The next thing he remembered, was the sickening, sweet smell of medicine. Felt cold steal beneath his body. And felt the blinding-white-ness as it bounced off of his retinas when his eyes slowly opened to his surroundings.
What had happened? Where was he? And who was that blurred figure standing near him? ********************Pray for me, because I have lost my faith in holy wars.
Is paradise denied to me, because I can't take no more!? ((Sorry, I'll continue with another installment tomorrow. I needs the gentle serenity of sleep right now...))
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Posted: Wed Nov 24, 2010 1:04 pm
 Tilly Cruz________________________________________________________________Sleep...Sleep...Sleep...Why did she feel so tired, so exhausted? It felt like she had bee sleeping for years, but now that she was starting to wake it felt as if she hadn't slept enough. Her body felt heavy and her head was clouded, unable to focus. It was like she was waking up from the worse hangover ever. With effort, she lifted her head up, only to have it fall back down onto something solid. Where was her comfy pillow? Slowly, she tried to open her eyes, but they were just too heavy. Laying there on what seemed like a bed, she tried to back-track her steps to see how she ended up in this position.
Tilly could only remember fighting with her superior about how to train the new recruits, but after that it was a blank. Did she go to bed? Did she go to the mess hall? What the hell happened to her? Suddenly the sound of beeping caught her attention. Her alarm did make a beeping noise. Trying to open her eyes again, everything was blurry. Blinking continuously, Tilly began to make out a bright white circle before realizing it was a light. What the hell? Closing her eyes she turned her head to the side and opened her eyes again making out only a large white wall. Her room wasn't decorated but it was more then a white wall. So where in the hell is she?
Quickly she tried to sit up, but was restrained by cuffs on her wrists to keep her put along with a long strap that went over her stomach, keeping her still. Panic struck her first before her logical side kicked in. Stay calm and don't show fear. Looking around her surroundings, she took in everything she saw and inputted it to memory. There were machines sitting next to her that looked sophisticated and dangerous. She followed where the tubes that came out of the them and into her skin. A shiver ran along the back of her neck as she saw this and fear sank in. She had no idea where she was and she was trapped. Was this a kidnapping? She wondered before seeing a door open in front of her. In walked a rather tall man in a white doctor's coat. Was she in the hospital then? If she was then it was strange of them to tie her down. The man walked over to her and looked her over before picking up a clipboard and flipping through some papers most likely about Tilly.
She watched him carefully as he studied the machines and the notes on the clipboard before he turned to her and pulled out a small flashlight and shined it in her eyes. "Responsive." He said quickly in an uncaring tone of voice. He put the light away before moving his hand next to her ear. He snapped his fingers and Tilly flinched before he moved his hand over to her other ear doing the same and getting the same response from Tilly. "Hearing good." He then gripped her chin. "Open." He said and Tilly paused a moment before opening her mouth. The doctor looked inside with his light again before releasing her and standing up straight. "Do you know your name?" He asked. "Tilly Ashley Cruz." She responded with ease. "Do you know your age and birthday?" "24. April 15." He continued to ask basic questions about her like who are her parents, what's her job, her favorite meal and so on before asking; "Do you know how you got here?" She couldn't answer because she didn't even know where 'here' was. She stared at him with a confused look before speaking. "The last thing I remember is fighting with my superior. Then I...I don't know." She said. "Where am I?"
The man looked away from her ad scribbled on his notes before waving his hand in front of him. The door opened a two men in white came in and started to unstrap Tilly from the table. "My name is doctor Graham. You were in an accident and the army sent you here for treatment. It's been a few months since you were brought her but you've healed nicely." Tilly didn't understand what he was talking about. An accident? She didn't remember that at all. "What kind of accident?" Graham moved over and helped her sit up before shaking his head. "It wasn't a nice one. You would have surely been dead if they hadn't had sent you to us. We work for the army with advancing weapons." Tilly rolled her eyes and she moved her arms around. "That's just what we need, right? More weapons to win stupid wars." She said with a smirk. "You don't understand how much this will help your country. People are chosen to protect the people since they can't help themselves. These special people are made to live through anything. You'll never face death again Tilly." Tilly froze in place. Was he talking about her? Was she one of these science experiments he was talking about? Turning to look over at him, she couldn't believe it. "You're joking right? I didn't sign up for anything like that." "Like I said, you were chosen. We need you to do this Tilly. So much time and money has already been put into this."
Tilly turned away and moved her arms around her waist. "So what exactly can I do?" They had her now. Graham couldn't believe how easily she had fallen for the lies. Now all they needed were the others to agree and then things will fall into place.((Haha. I really don't know what the doctors are doing, so yeah. I'm not trying to tease anyone. Lol.))________________________________________________________________ xx xx
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