+ Not Out of it Yet + (CEDA LABS -L4D aftermath-)

[klixxish]

thanks to polyvore.com for the graphix

The virus is still out there. But our little group has made it to EVAC at last. They thought they were out of troubled for good. Never thought that there was infected and carriers among them.

Now, they are kept under lock and key. Test subjects in a lab. Well, some of them are anyhow. Scientists believe that the immune hold the key to the cure. And the infected are used as lab-rats to test whatever silly theories the scientists have.

Well, it beats living in a world where you have no idea where your next meal is coming from. Or if you can go another day without becoming roadkill. Doesn't it?
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♠Free Roaming permitted on free time which is 12:30PM until 7PM.
♠Nobody is permitted into another subject's room.
♠All rooms are single person rooms, monitored by video surveillance.
♠House Arrest cuff are placed on subjects' ankle to prevent escape.
♠These cuffs also emit a shock if the subject attempts to attack another, much the same way an anti-bark collar works.
♠Nobody is permitted into the labs without employee escort
♠Curfew is 7PM, Lights Out is 10PM
♠Patients are permitted reading material and games in their rooms
♠At NO TIME is a subject permitted off of the property without proper release papers.
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Please, if you aren't part of the main Left4Dead rp (called "continuing from the board) then please join that one and at least post a few times before posting here.
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[klixxish]

RESERVED -------------- just because

 

[klixxish]

"Did I ev'r tell ya'll bout the time when I got this close t' one of em cryin' sluts? Yeah she didn' even see me and I was bout ready to feel er up to when I was swarmed from behind. Damn good s**t righ' there...."

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"Hey! What ya'll doin?" a voice called through the halls. It seemed to echo a few times over. "Man! If I'd a known we'd be gettin locked up...." the voice went on as two men were leading a struggling Keith to a room. He didn't want to be locked up. He didn't want to be tested. He wanted to go back to the simple life. Living out in the infection with Curtis. Well, Curt would be here somewhere too, right? Last thing he wanted was to lose the Hunter so soon. Just when he was about to get over his boundaries too. No, not that far over. But he had come to realize that the infection meant nothing. And he knew something else too. If what the scientists were trying to prove was true, well, Keith could cure Curt on his own. All he'd need to do is get his hands on a syringe. Then again....

Keith was shoved into his room rather roughly. He glanced behind him, hearing a faint repetitive beep sound. Great. The rooms were camera monitored. Keith ran to the door as it was being locked. "Hey man! What about Curt?! Don't go hurtin the Hunter or I'm gonna make your life hell!" he called after the men but they were already gone. And his door was temporarily locked. He glanced across the hall, seeing a clock above the door there, and a sign that read "Free Time at 12:30PM". "Dag-nammit....it's only 9:15." he muttered and turned to look around his new--- and hopefully temporary ---living space.

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"If'n I ev'r get the infection I'm gonna be a Hunter so I can rape ya'll in the alley."

KEITH SANDERS -- TOW TRUCKER
CODE BY BILLY - - - STEALING = DEATH BY JOCKEY

 

[GoGoRavenRanger]

Zoey

"NO!" Zoey yelled shrilly as the orderlies dragged her down the hall. She tried her hardest to get out of their grasp. Her puny figure couldn't manage to get out of their grip. "Zombie Apocalypse or not we STILL have rights! No let my friends and I go!" Zoey said gruffly trying to worm her way out. As the 2 large men threw her in the room. Zoey hit the floor with a grunt. As they closed the door she hit the door and made 2 loud thumps against the medal. Zoey sunk down to the floor looking around the place she'd be spending more of her time nowadays. She sat on the floor not sure what to do. Zoey looked at her ankles, Those bastards put house arrest cuffs on her, then Zoey looked up to see a camera, Great just great. "s**t." Zoey said quietly to herself

((Edited))  

[Kronoton]

Curtis wasn't going down without a fight. They took his ax from him! That wasn't going to slide at all. He squirmed and struggled, still wrapped up in the weighted net. After causing so much noise, and nearly escaping the net in the process, they administered an anesthetic. The sedative kicked in immediately, knocking the Hunter out in a short amount of time. His captors carelessly tossed him in a camera-filled room, locking the door tightly. Hah, like he was going to do anything during unconsciousness....

They also treated him like an animal, apparently.

 

[-x Assassin Keet x-]

-=Nel=-

Nel watched the survivors approach all the men in strange suits from a little distance down the road. Though she never stayed with them, she always watched from a distance all the same. Curious about them, maybe? Or just waiting for them to seperate and make themselves vulnerable. When she saw them start shouting she frowned, edging a little closer, away from her hiding spot behind some cars. A small voice was nagging at her but she ignored. She was curious now. The odd-suits were pointing at her and she took a step back. The voice was still there. Where was Sable? They were speaking to other people now. These ones had guns and strange things. She frowned, this wasn't right. It was then the voice registered then. Her voice, but clearer and not sounding like her at all. RUN!
Nel's eyes widened as she saw the people with guns start towards at a run. She turned around and started running from them herself. A gun shot sounded behind her and she yelped as a pain hit her shoulder. Still running she put one hand over to feel for blood. There was none. She frowned and stopped. Her limbs felt funny, like they were moving through jelly. Everything slowed down and wobbled in front of her. Voices were muffled and her heart beat sounded loud in her head. A few seconds and darkness creeped in. Nel's body fell to the ground unconcious.

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"Female. Late teens to early twenties, approximate. Old shoulder wound. Scars on left forearm and torso."
Sound travelled to the little hunter as if through a long tunnel. She couldn't move anything and she could not yet open her eyes. Beeps came to her ears, shuffling feet and rustling papers. Where was this?
"Seems underdeveloped compared to the other subjects. Transformation has possibly not fully manifested yet. Muscles are weaker, though bone structure points to the conclusion that the changes are finished."
She tried to groan and it came out more of a hoarse croak. There was more scraping, a sound of pulling back from her. Her amber-blue eyes opened onto a white tiled ceiling, the glare of a white strip light overhead. She squinted. It was bright in here. She tried to lift a hand to shield her eyes only to find she really couldn't move them. Giving them another sharp tug, she felt a restraint on each of them. A dangerous growl rose in her voice. The growl of a trapped animal.
"It's awake! Everyone out before the grips are released!"
A tray rattled as it was carted away with an accompanyment of a few pairs of feet. Nel was snarling now, trying to wriggle out of whatever held her down. Her head whipped from side-to-side, though her wrists and ankles were held down fast by something she couldn't see. So was her neck.
There was a clang of a door slamming shut and the whirring of bolts and great thud of what could only be an iron bar across the front. Then a small click and she was free. Or so she thought.
Nel jumped up onto her feet, crouching on a metal bed with a thin white mattress. Still snarling she looked everywhere, searching for a way out of wherever this place was. There was nothing. Only the great steel door and one tiny window near the ceiling. A small beeping black box in the corner. Growling now she hopped from the bed to the door and clawed at it. A whir sounded above her. The black box had turned to watch her. Frowning she looked at it. Camera. Watching us. Nel gave a start. That hadn't been her thought. She stared around, backing herself against the door. There was no one else, so what had that voice been?
Shrugging the thought aside Nel leaped at the window, clutching the small lip of the sill with her claws. Grass and the roots of bushes. This was a ground or below room. She slid back down to the ground, sitting down and sighing. Pulling her knees up she noticed a small ring of metal around it. What was this. It had a blinking light on it. Curious, Nel tugged at it. When it didn't give way she clawed at it, trying to open it. A sharp shock ran up her leg and she yelped, feeling a sharp pain all over. Whimpering, she stared at the horrible thing on her leg. "Sable...?" It was more a whimper than an actual growl.
She curled up sitting there, small whimpers accompanying a pair of fearful eyes that peered over the tops of knees.

((Sorry for the length o.o I won't do anything this long again.))  

[klixxish]

THE HUNTER HAS BECOME THE HUNTED
Hector Sable Jervaine
INFECTED

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Sable awoke, not sure where he was. But he felt well rested, that was for sure. He found himself in a small room with nothing more than a bed against one wall and a small chalkboard on the wall opposing it. What was this for? He moved to the door, peeking out. He happened to be in the first room in a hall, so he was able to read the sign across from him. Or look at it, rather. It read "Subject Rehabilitation", though he had no idea. He recognized the letters but forgot what sounds they were supposed to make.

He turned and looked over his shoulder. He didn't see much in fact. Only the bed and a video camera in the corner. He made his way to the hanging chalkboard, finding it was easy to pull from the wall. He had barely figured out how to spell his own name but he wanted to ask the camera a question. He knew people were watching it on the other end. He tried for an hour. Mostly getting scribbles. In the end, he had tried and rubbed it off so much that his sleeve was white. But he had on the board a very messy N-E-L with a question mark. He wanted to know where she was. Would they help?

Sable held the board up to the camera for what seemed a long time. And nobody came. Sable sighed and lowered the board to his lap. He was depressed. Lost, trapped...lonely. He had finally gotten rid of the lonely feeling and now it was back. He wiped the board again and tried to draw the best he could. Scratchy stick figures that looked like a kindergartner had drawn them but he knew what they were. He placed his hand over one, sighing again. "Nel...." he growled in a hurt tone. He just wanted to see her again, but he had no idea what was happening.

[code and character by x Trapdoor Hunter x -- no stealing]

 

[Baconious]

((I might as well do a post, since the other RP isn't moving at all))
Jack slowly woke up, lazily yawning. "Where am I again?" he asked no one in particular. "Oh yeah, CEDA was holding us or something" He looked down at his leg. "Oh, that's depressing"
His room didn't have much, but it wasn't actually a bad room. He had a comfy bed, his own private bathroom, and some decent space.
"Why are we treating this one so well again?" One scientist said outside the room.
The other man viewed his clipboard. "Oh yes, Room 367, Jack Tosk. I remember this. I asked the same question originally, but then I looked at the item we acquired from the group. Among one of them, we found a small leather bound journal, and it belonged Irving Ralesco"
"Ralesco?" The other man responded. "As in our CEDA agent sent in with the group of hit men, disguising as one himself?"
"Yep, it appears he never made it to an evacuation site, but he did learn interesting facts about the infected"
"What does this have to do with this man?"
"Well, he seems to have spent a lot of time with this Jack, and he might be the only one who would specifically know if they encountered Irving or an infected version"
"I can see that being very minimal help now"
"Yes, but he also is the only survivor of that mission. He saw the gentleman's house that they went to kill. He might remember some of the things that they found there, since Irving didn't describe them in too much detail. He also mentioned telling each of them to take some of the notes on the desk. Jack seemed to store them somewhere, but we don't know where"
"So we need to get the location of these notes for the sake of knowledge, basically?"
"Yep, we will commence interrogations soon"
 

[Saffron the Scientist]

Bold red letters marked a heavy door as 'QUARANTINED AREA, AUTHORIZED ACCESS ONLY'. There was a stark room filled with several hospital machines and a bed of the same style. Heavy duty straps kept the little subject on it from all but the most mundane of movements.

Her eyes were half lidded from the drugs they were pumping into her to keep her complacent. She shouldn't have fought them. Now she didn't have the option. Carriers were the subject of even more interest amongst the scientists. They needed her data readily available.

They didn't have the time to fight or coax her into it every time they needed another sample. This was for the greater good after all.

Orange hair spilled over her her pillow, the only real trace of color in the room. Her only movements were the slow rise and fall of her chest, which she counted, trying to keep her mind as clear as she could. It wasn't working. She could barely think and didn't have any strength to fight her restraints.

Talking to herself might have helped, but for the tube they had shoved down her throat. Refusing to eat was also a bad idea. A bad, bad, idea. And to top off her brutal humiliation, another tube had confirmed that a bathroom break was not forthcoming.

Ellis...help me...

But would he even want to? Everyone probably knew now. They called her by that word right in front of them. 'Carrier'. Nothing but a technique the virus had used to propagate further. She was its servant, whether she willed it or not.

Help me...

As much as she wanted to see him, she wondered if she would be able to take him seeing her like this. Trussed like a monster with tubes in every orifice. No, he couldn't see her. She'd die if he did.

Her eyes stung with tears. She wished she could move enough to wipe them away.

 

[Kronoton]

Apparently, the anesthetic started to wear off as soon as his cell door opened. Still groggy, he felt himself get picked up and hauled away. They wanted to do more tests on him. Well... fantastic... treat him more of an animal that he already was, hm?! The sedative completely wore off as the testings began, causing him to shriek in agony. The scientists themselves were so engrossed in their work that they failed to notice the sedative's effects weren't present. Nearing the end of the testing, which took a good two solid hours, they sedated Curtis again. Fail on the part of the scientists.

Curtis was hauled back into his camera-filled cell, hands bound to keep him from scratching anyone.

 

[klixxish]

"Did I ev'r tell ya'll bout the time when I got this close t' one of em cryin' sluts? Yeah she didn' even see me and I was bout ready to feel er up to when I was swarmed from behind. Damn good s**t righ' there...."

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Keith had settled down against a wall, his knees pulled up to his chest. He wondered just what reason he was being kept here. Why all of them were being held there. It wasn't right. Keith's mind was busy trying to come up with reasoning but failing miserably. Until he heard something.

To the tow trucker, Curtis' voice was unmistakable by now. He heard the sounds the Hunter made ring out through the halls. That had Keith on his feet in a hurry. "Hey man lemme out! Ya'll are hurtin him! Lemme see him please?" he called to anyone who would hear in the halls. But there seemed to be nobody. Keith sighed miserably and looked to the clock across the hall. Forty five minutes to go....

Keith groaned and headed to the bed. He sat with his back against the wall, repeatedly banging his head on the flat surface. A moment later, he stopped and looked to the camera with a dark glare. "Ya'll think this is funny? Keepin us locked up like in jail er somethin. Well we never did ******** so ******** you!" he barked at whoever might be watching on the other end. Still, nobody came.

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"If'n I ev'r get the infection I'm gonna be a Hunter so I can rape ya'll in the alley."

KEITH SANDERS -- TOW TRUCKER
CODE BY BILLY - - - STEALING = DEATH BY JOCKEY

 

[GoGoRavenRanger]

Zoey

Zoey woke up. She fell asleep against the door. s**t it wasn't a dream As she got up she smashed the door, She usually isn't that violent but hell she was angry. "Let us the hell out! We did nothing! If you're gonna keep us like this we should be able to go!" Zoey yelled, She thinks she might have heard Keith yelling earlier but she had no idea. Zoey hit the door with a force making a dent, That's when electricity was coursing through her body. Zoey bit her lip trying not yell out in pain. She clenched her fist as she hit the door again. Again the same thing happened, A loud zap came from the ankle monitor. The electricity came back but this time it hurt more. Zoey made her way to her bed just barely making it, Now drained of energy and tired from the Electricity. She just Stare at the ceiling not sure what to do.

 

[-x Assassin Keet x-]

-=Nel=-

Nel hadn't known how much time had passed since she curled up into a ball on the floor. Her chin now rested on her knees, her trousers sodden from tears, and her amber-blue eyes were drifting off sleepily. She tried to keep herself awake. What would they do to her once she was asleep? She shuddered at those thoughts and the images her mind brought forth. Probably something from a horror TV show.
She was still struggling to keep her eyes open when she heard the bolt on the door be slid back. In a moment all tiredness left her and she crouched, growling at the door as it opened. As soon as there was space, she leapt, straight at the face of the man in front of her. She managed a loud screech and one swipe at his face before there was a thud in her back. The jolts from the tazer shook her and she collapsed on the ground, writhing. She screamed as hard as she could though, maybe someone might hear and save her. It was doubtful.
When the jolts stopped, Nel was near exhausted and didn't resist when they lifted her up and dragged her back to the bed. They more threw her onto the mattress than placed her, causing her to groan. The straps were put over her wrists and ankles once more and in came the metal trolley with all its implements. She growled warily at it and the two scientist that escorted it. One of them came to stand over her with a syringe. Leaning over her, he placed a hand on her head and, though she tried her best to fight him and snap off his hand, he stabbed the needle into her neck. She was out in minutes.
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When she woke, Nel was lying on the mattress unbound. Her head pounded and her legs and arms felt like jelly. She tried to raise herself up and fell off the bed onto the cold floor below with a thud. Leaning herself against the bedside, she looked herself over. Her arms had quite a few puncture marks from needles and she was pretty sure her neck had a bruise. Lifting her shirt up she found a freshly sewn slice along her ribcage. They had done some sort of operating? Her eyes widened at the discovery, but it seemed to be the only one. Limping back to her spot next to the wall she dropped down and waited. She would get her own back on these people. She snarled at the camera.

 

[Maulotov]

Ellis;
The Childish Mechanic

"Man... I ain't had a bath that thorough in a minute" Ellis murmured, one hand running through his dripping hair. "Heh-heh... 'course, I ain't had a bath in months any ways," he offered, with a bright grin, to a woman in the lab coat in the audience.

He felt a bit delusional, true, and a whole lot of sore. His pale-tanned skin now red from the pressurized hose they'd sprayed him down with. Still, he had to have some kind of dignity, on his knees, naked in front of numerous scientists' eyes.

"Suppose I should thank ya," he winked to the older woman, who was in no way effected by his southern charm, "Mama woulda rolled over in her grave to thank I wasn't scrubbing behind my ears properly..."

The rest moved a bit fast for a while.

When he opened his eyes again, it seemed the whole setting had changed. He was in a barren room, with two men moving in. One was older, the other more bulky.

The older man offered him a grin, explained some mumbo jumbo about saving the world. The younger man prepared the restraints and the syringe. Ellis offered a crooked grin, and took it without a fight.

When they exited, he had time to rub his arm, where a bruise spread across where his forearm ended. He smirked faintly, not aware of the camera.

"I'mma get us out of here... all of us," he just barely breathed, parched lips barely moving, "Too clever for them."

 

[Kronoton]

He was brought out of his drug-induced sleep by voices in the halls. One sounded like a female screaming... and the other was... Keith? Keith was in this hellhole too?! They better not had been sticking him with needles! Despite his virus-empowered rage, the sedative still had an effect on him. The Hunter sluggishly and ungracefully crawled to the heavy door of his cell, making a noise through the tiny slot above. That was to hopefully get Keith's attention.

Oddly enough, the noise Curtis made sounded a lot like Keith's name.