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 Posted: Mon Apr 04, 2011 11:48 pm
Ione snorted, smiling slightly at the fact that he was still being gruff as ever, though she supposed that was because as he said ‘it was just the way he was.’ This thought made her smile even more. Looking up at her umbrella musingly, she paused a moment before answering. “I don’t always need it, but the sun is being a b***h today, so… But, I need it because I would feel like I’m on fire, otherwise. My nervous system is supersensitive as a result of…” She gestured vaguely, a small frown of anger creasing her brow. “Whatever the Facility did, or tried to do to me. I feel hot, cold, pain, textures… everything, a hundred times more. It was… overwhelming… But I train every day so I can live with it.” She smirked, becoming less serious and flexing her arm again. “And so I can pound on my brother better.” She chuckled, stretching her arm out, looking down at the gloves on her hands. “That’s why I wear these, too. It’s not just a fashion statement, or whatever.” She looked back at him, a rueful smile on her face again. “Like I said, it’s not something I can get rid of.”
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Posted: Thu Apr 07, 2011 8:05 pm
". . ."
Nemesis did hear of some cats that had failed certain tests, the ones that curled up in a corner and refused to let anyone go near them. Not wanting to be touched again after the experience. With a rather somber look for a kitten and, for the first time since they started talking, Nemesis nodded his head towards her - almost empathetic. Almost.
"You musta been kept somewhere else in the place than me," he said after a while. "I don't recognize you. So . . . you got out when all those cats came to bust the place up?" There had been a band of adults that had infiltrated the Facility, and in the end there had been some sort of explosion.
Nemesis liked to imagine humans scrambling. Screaming. Lots of blood. Dead, even.
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Posted: Sat Apr 16, 2011 11:50 pm
Ione nodded back, getting the impression that maybe his kit tom wasn't so grumpy after all. "Yeah. I mean, I think so. I know that my folks came to try and bust me out too, and so did my mate, but I kinda lost touch with everyone for a while after I got out. I was just so overwhelmed with what had happened to me and with what I was feeling." She snorted slightly, looking at Nemesis with something of a half smile. "I can remember... lots and lots of white. But you're probably right. I mean, who knows how big that place was." She shrugged, looking out at the ocean again.
After a while, she spoke up again, still looking across the beach. "Can I ask... what happened to you?" It was a quiet question. It felt... indecent to ask, truly a deep personal thing, but she had never really talked to someone else who had gone through all that. There was a support and rehab group at the University, true, but she had never asked any of the other cats there. She glanced over at the younger cat. "You don't... have to talk about it if you don't want to. I'm the one who kept looking at your collar, after all."
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Posted: Mon May 09, 2011 11:07 pm
"Mmf." He had never discussed what happened back there with anyone. A, there was no reason he should spill his sob story to strangers, and B, why talk about it? Nemesis had done a marvelous job of forcefully pushing thoughts of the Facility out of his mind up until now, mostly because he had not met with another cat who had suffered the scientists' experiments. Now given that chance, he wasn't sure how to react.
For one, Nem wasn't a kitten who opened up well, or at all really. He had closed himself off for survival once he was alone in his cage, as he knew what pain could happen to those living in the building; why invite more in by befriending someone who might very well be gone the next day, or not at all the person you knew after a shot or two? And to be honest, even months after he had been freed, that defensive mechanism had not been turned off. It was a hard habit to break . . .
". . . Same that happens to most," Nemesis said in a low voice after a while, not looking at Ione. "Go in, get looked at, probed. Maybe they'll take some blood, maybe they'll try talking to you, m-maybe they'll shoot you with something in a needle. Worked once. D-Didn't work so well the s-second time . . ."
He wanted it vague for now. You couldn't just blurt things out like that, he thought. The kitten bit his lip, eyes burning the more he thought about it.
It's just the sun. Just the God damn sun hurting his eyes, he excused.
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