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 Posted: Thu Feb 09, 2012 9:33 pm
[ The Island; Parts Unknown ]
( October 31,2048 )
You awaken to find the sharp pain that had delivered you into the void of unconsciousness replaced with a undeniable migraine. Selective and seemingly random memories you've carried all your life are now suddenly out of your reach, you remember who you are but details leading you to this place only excite more pain from your pounding cortex. You sit up to find yourself in drab scrubs; olive for boys, and navy for girls.
You examine your surrounding, coming to the stark realization that you are no longer in any sort of examination room; these holdings look more like a grey-washed cell. You have a bunk, as well as a sectioned off latrine and sink. On a desk situated on the opposite side of the small cramped bathroom, you notice a burlap sack; the contents of which are various small personal affects either you or a family member left for you. There are no distinguishing features to suggest where you are, and the only tell of passing time is the small 2x2 window over looking your bed near the ceiling. The sun shines through like some holy beacon, teasing you with it's freedom, against the dull lifeless and otherwise light-less room. You are trapped; or so you think...
As you adjust to your abrupt, new surroundings, a voice on an unseen PA system echoes over your room; a soft, kind female's voice instructs you to stand, before the door to your room released a deep thunk as the lock disengages and the door slowly swings open. Outside, you emerge to a small hallway, just large enough to contain four more heavy steel doors identical to yours, save a telling number on a plaque centered on the door. It reads: ED077-0000xx. Each plaque is identical, clearly whatever distinguishing factor the number held, had yet to be established; a new sense of dread passes over you as four other people in similar drab emerge from their doors, paired with the pop of the PA again.
"Everyone; Please step forward, and we will begin immediately. Welcome to the Island; we're glad you've come and invite you to the new life you all greatly deserve."
With that a final door; made of less durable material, fiberglass or even wood; opens to another much larger room, where you are each escorted to one of five examination tables arranged in a radial pattern at the center of the room. Each had it's own equipment cart and nurse ready to receive a patient...
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Posted: Fri Feb 10, 2012 7:52 pm
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((OOC: As of now, you don't have any powers just yet, and your illness still persists, though possibly on a back-burner to the current headache. Men; you'll be able to determine a general idea of how long most of you have been in a coma, by your beards. They're getting pretty scruffy, suggesting you've all been out of it for about a week.
PS. Much like a DM, I'll be using First Person for some of the narrative sections where I cant get new details out in third-person with an NPC. This does NOT mean that you as the player should post in Second-person as well; keep it Third. Also, the nurses you've each been assigned with; they will likely have prolonged exposure to your character and as such will be treated as blank APCs by me; You however have every right to give your nurse a little backstory or a name, just don't go over board where it becomes a PC in the end.
ALRIGHT, without any further delay...
The Island Starts...
NOW!))
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Posted: Sat Feb 11, 2012 9:22 am
  ♪ Dull... Everything was dull. Laying flat out across the hard bunk integrated into the wall, the woman opened her eyes. She remained still, blinking once, staring at the grey featureless ceiling. Her mind was blank, void of thought other than a rhythmic ache as her blood vessels expanded with each heart beat. It hurt... Yet she made no attempt to ease it, she just lay there staring at the grey ceiling with her grey eyes and a grey feeling inside her brain. She let out a quiet sigh and sat up, all of her joints cracking as they moved her legs off the side of the 'bed' and let her feet hit the cold stone floor. Slowly her eyes fluttered around the room, everything was grey, lifeless, dim and impersonal, everything apart from the bag sitting on a desk the opposite side of the room. Quietly the woman got up, her joints aching and cracking as they were put into use after god knows how long of motionless sedation, before she ungracefully fell to the floor with a dull thud. Her muscles refused to move. Just how long had she been lying there? She couldn't tell, long enough for her legs to forget the feeling of movement. The floor was chill against her face as she developed goosebumps against the stone. Clearly her clothes were fit only to keep her modesty, her skin tightening against the cold seeping through the starchy fabric seemed to solidify her thoughts. Function over comfort looked like the theme of the situation. Carefully, she propped herself up with her arms and climbed to her feet with the aid of a metal chair next to the desk. Her feet hit the stone floor with an ungraceful thump as her muscles worked limbs that they had forgotten existed and sat her down into the chair. The bag was odd looking in the featureless room, everything else was so angular and precise, the bag however sat on the desk like an unfinished clay sculpture, its wrinkled and folded form just didn't fit.. Something in her mind sparked up, curiosity? Maybe. She opened the bag, her fingers struggling with a simple knot as they got used to life again. It was pretty empty... Clothes, a photograph, metal pen, worn out I.D. card. Did this stuff belong to her? She looked through it carefully, examining everything with blank eyes. The I.D. card appeared to be hers, Charlotte Vorbiev? Yes, that was her name, Charlotte, Chaz. It was coming back to her. The photograph was of a little girl and two older people. a man and a woman around their mid 40's. they must be her parents then, though their names didn't come, she was unsure. Things were missing. School... She remembered going to school, well, bits of it. Memories of being ill, but not of the illness. Hunger, feeling weak, running from unsavoury men... ...... Her train of thought abruptly was interrupted by a voice blasting into the silence. Chaz flicked her head around at the sudden noise like a hunting cat fixing onto a movement in the shadows. the voice was familiar, but not enough that she knew who it was, it was a voice she had heard before though. Standing up from the metal chair and moving towards the opening door, she crossed her arms over her chest, feeling rather exposed in her current garments as the chill worked its way over her skin once more. Slowly, she moved out, into the corridor. her feet thumping against the floor as she got used to walking again. It was a little lighter than the room she was just in, but still grey, lifeless, function over comfort. "Everyone; Please step forward, and we will begin immediately. Welcome to the Island; we're glad you've come and invite you to the new life you all greatly deserve."
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Posted: Sun Feb 12, 2012 5:57 pm
Waking up to a world of darkness was nothing new these past couple of years, but this time it preceded a vivid dream, it was that of a dark figure looming up above, granting the promise of lifting this dark veil, ironically, revealing a world of uncertainty. Without opening his eyes, he rolled onto his side and reached forward and was greeted by a cold wall. He swung his other arm over, his heart skipped a beat as it fell through the air, and off the side of whatever he was laying on. A bed, a wall, the markings of home? No, but it may as well have been, since living in a world without sight was like living in perpetual confusion... a nightmare.
He propped himself up, kneeling on his bed, he pressed his ear to the wall only to hear a low his and the echo of his own breathing. Carefully he felt his way toward the edge of his bed and lowered himself off. The blood rushing to his head caused him to stumble forward and hit what was a desk. He gritted his teeth as he placed his hands on the edges of the desk to stabilize it. A bag, the sound of a bag sliding across the desk surface caught his attention. He fumbled with the satchel for a while until he managed to get it open and pour its contents out in front of him.
He sighed mournfully as he sifted through the mess, clothing, a retractable white cane, and what felt like a wallet. He peeled through it and came across a card with raised bumps across the surface... braille. He could remember how he never liked trying to "read" it. He ran his fingers several times across the card, making out a few more letters each time. Per- no, Verb- Verbal? He shook his head and focused, Verg-Vergal, his name? He tossed the card back into the bag with surprising accuracy and stood up. He inched his way back toward his "bed" and sat on the edge.
Vergal's thoughts did nothing more than collide with each other as a subtle mix of fear and sadness began to set in. A voice over a PA system finally shattered the silence,
"Everyone; Please step forward, and we will begin immediately. Welcome to the Island; we're glad you've come and invite you to the new life you all greatly deserve."
He exhaled as the door to his room opened, following the sound of air rushing into the stagnant space he occupied, he followed the curve of the opposite wall as he made his way out...
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Posted: Mon Feb 13, 2012 4:10 pm
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Ӄatherine Ҁlarke
╚═════════════════╝ ⊰A Ғorgiving ρushover⊱  ❝You still don't get it do you? Courage isn't about being fearless... "Kat!" The sound of of young boy's voice called out to her, her brother, "Kat Kaaat! Wake up!"xxxxKatherine sat up in her bed, looking around her the source of the voice that had been beckoning her just moments ago. Pain crumpled her slight frame as she pulled her legs to hang off the edge of the bed. Hazy blue eyes and wet lashes were enough to suggest that she had been crying in her slumber. She looked around the unfamiliar room, trying to gather her bearings. How did she get here again..? The pounding migraine certainly wasn't helping the situation. Finding herself in a room where gloom and dreariness decided to happily reside, it was easy to say that she was feeling somewhat discouraged. "Like a prison.." She thought to herself as she spotted the tiny window that was separating her from the outside. Well, at least the sun could still manage to squeeze through. She patted the dark blue scrubs she was wearing, almost as if to check whether she had really woken from her dream world. Yes, most definitely awake. She forced herself to her feet; gritting her teeth against the pain. The room seemed to have the bare minimums. A bathroom, sink...a small bag caught her eyes. She hobbled towards it and began to rummage through it's contents. A bus pass, wallet, notebook and pen; she flipped quickly, well as quickly as her shaken hands would allow, through the creamy pages littered with her atrocious handwriting of reminders, thoughts, and notes..Mm..this was all hers. xxxxIt was then a voice echoed in, soft and gentle telling her to stand. It seemed more like an order than a suggestion, so she stiffly did so. A click, The door of her room flung open. Clinging to the doorway, she leaned out her body cautiously and examined the hallway. Much to her disappointment, it was the same kind of décor as her room. Worse, was that there was more caught in her situation. "Everyone; Please step forward, and we will begin immediately. Welcome to the Island; we're glad you've come and invite you to the new life you all greatly deserve."xxxxAnother door creaked open. What was going on? What were they all doing here? Her heart was pounding in her chest. She couldn't help but feel like herded cattle. But the others they seemed to be heading to the open door, and she certainly didn't want to stay behind by herself. She swallowed hard and followed the small group towards the door. ...it's about being afraid, yet doing it anyways...!❞ •·.·´¯`·.·• •·.·´¯`·.·•´•·.·´¯`·.·• •·.·´¯`·.·•´•·.·´¯`·.·• •·.·´¯`·.·•´  O.O.C 【*Unrelated note Haaaapy Valentine's day guys! Chu~!】
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Posted: Mon Feb 13, 2012 6:12 pm
She wasn't alone? She could have guessed though with the other doors opening onto the small corridor. Chaz watched silently from the door frame, her silver eyes piercing over the room as more people ventured out into the open and moved towards a different, less sturdy door. They looked pathetic, though she probably looked much the same, thin minimal clothes, unshaven, thin, weak... At least the clothes appeared to be quite clean, she had noticed that herself, obviously someone had been washing and clothing everyone when they were under. Still... She couldn't trust these people, they were all here for a reason, and judging by these conditions it wasn't for a holiday. Should she follow them? God knows what was waiting in the next room, but, it wasn't like there was much here either, lose lose? She couldn't be sure. Chaz stayed where she was and watched carefully, there were a few people, but a younger girl caught her eyes. Her hair was bright, it stood out in the dull surroundings. The girl looked nervous, scared? Maybe not, definitely on edge though. Chaz let her steely gaze wander over her, analysing the girl, coldly taking in little details to try and work out why exactly she was here. She would have kept watching, but the girl was heading towards the door, the different door leading to the unknown. Her mind flashed a little, going through what had happened so far, pushing through the numb pain to try and work things out. Judging by the cell, the clothes, and the general treatment of being called out impersonally by an unknown voice, If she stayed behind she would be forced through. Chaz hugged her crossed arms in a little tighter as the chill got to her. she couldn't stay here... Quietly, she filed in, casting her sharp cold eyes over the others surrounding her, whatever had happened to her she wasn't going to be trusting anyone here... she kept some distance from the other scrubbed people and perked her hearing. Looking around too much would draw attention, but staring straight forwards and listening for anyone coming close was fine. Things were just too suspicious, she remembered signing a form, but... that was for treatment, and this didn't look much like treatment to her. And unlike the blond girl, fear wasn't her thing, Chaz was one to react straight away. The world was harsh and if you don't fight back then you'll be swallowed up by the filth and the darkness.
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Posted: Mon Feb 13, 2012 8:07 pm
Vergal didn't have to see to know that there were others much like himself, confused, scared, sick, making their way to...well... where ever they were going. He extended an arm and caught onto someone else shoulder. A Broad heavy set man it felt like, just a little taller than he was, it didn't matter. The gentleman simply grunted as he kept drudging along with Vergal in tow, luckly he was as just as much out of it as Vergal was. Vergal tried to open his mouth to say thanks, but an exasperated wheeze was all he could muster. How long was he asleep? His throat was almost sealed shut by a build up of mucus which had just become apparent as he tried to swallow. Vergal let go of his impromptu chauffeur and coughed hoarsely as he tried to clear his throat.
He reached his hand back out so as to hitch another ride. He managed to quickly get hold of someone else and preceded to walk with them. A young woman this time, or at least he thought, this person was leaner and felt a bit more frail. He thought to himself how he would pull this stunt when he wanted to get around without the need of a assistant, which in retrospect, was no different. Often he would wish that he was one of those lucky few who had heightened senses and could simply navigate the world on their own... that was bull.
Vergal quietly mouthed the words thank you to his new host as he kept up. His awkward shuffle started to fade as his leg muscles began to loosen up. Finally as his thoughts became more coherent, he could remember his mother being excited about something...something important...
His face came back to life as he remembered something about being taken away to have his vision being fixed. But what gives? He still couldn't see, he was still in his waking nightmare...
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Posted: Mon Feb 13, 2012 10:41 pm
The air was thick with unease as the patients began filing into the large room they had no choice but enter. The handful of nurses, all still stationed at the beds waiting for their respective patient to join them passed looks of slight amusement mixed with an acknowledgement of the confusion; they were all scared, and not a soul in the room felt anything but compassion for them. One bold nurse brought her gaze back to the group of arrivals. With a quick glance to her cohorts she nodded before approaching the first to step through the threshold.
"Don't be afraid." She said as she approached the ebony-haired women who carried a speculative look of intensity in her eyes. The nurse's voice was calm and receptive, much like the one on the PA.
"Charlotte isn't it? My name is Jacklyn, but you may call me Jackie if you like." The woman continued with an air of familiarity. It was likely this woman had been responsible for Charlotte's care for days, at least enough to know her charts well enough.
"Come on." She added, calmly but deliberately taking Chaz's hand, and began to lead her towards the bed where the nurse started.
"I'm not going to hurt you; none of you." She said with unmistakable sincerity; if it wasn't true, she certainly had no reason to believe so.
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As she guided Charlotte to her station, the other nurses followed suit, allowing their respective patients a moment to work out their trust issues themselves, before finally stepping in and ushering them along with a maternal air as they were all five seated. The examination tables were comfortable; much more so than the cold table the five had woken up on days before, a detail that almost immediately re-solidifies in everyone's mind as they are seated. Only a few short minutes pass; enough time to exchange courteous introductions with the nurses; before an all too familiar voice crackles through the overhead speaker. It was the very same as the man who'd delivered the excruciating injection of black viscus material; another large puzzle piece returned to everyone's collective memories as the events of that short terrifying exchange replay.
"Ladies, our results seem optimal; you may proceed when ready." He said, his thick Bavarian accent doing nothing to lessen the degree of dis-connectivity with the patients. What kindness and warmth was exuded by his nurses was no where near reciprocated in his voice. A collective nod from all of them, and they turned to their assigned beds, each assuring their patient that the impending syringe, unassuming and thankfully quite normal, would be nowhere near as harrowing as the first. It was only another moment, before all five of them had injected the needle into their patients' arm. As promised, it was no more painful than a typical booster shot.
Finishing in generally the same time-frame, the five patients had their needle-marks cleaned, and each was issued an ID, endearingly reminiscent of dog-tags. Each tag had the same information: a seven-digit Batch#, a name of the acting physician, the current date, and a patientID; similar, but unique to each patient. After issuing the tags, each nurse took the time to explain the next set of instructions for their patient:..
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"There. You're all set." Jackie said with a smirk as she released the thin chain set to dangle loosely around Chaz's neck. She then motioned towards another unassuming set of double doors, opposite the side they came in. In front of it, two orderlies dressed in pale-green scrubs were standing not unlike a pair of guards or bouncers.
"Those two will give you all a quick tour of the areas you will have access to during your stay here." She said offering Chaz one last comforting smile as she glanced back down at her chart. "Keep your chin up. Doctor Schilling -- despite his nature, he is truly a brilliant man. You're in good hands."
With that Jackie gave Chaz a reassuring nod that it was alright for her to stand and make her way towards the exit.- - -
((OOC: Well, obviously, Giy's nurse is named Jackie now, but again you all can get as personal as you want with these APCs. I wont play them unless I really need to, otherwise, they'll be like a fly on the wall. AND your ID's are on your character sheet; nothing spectacular, but if you are curious, that's where I put it. ))
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Posted: Tue Feb 14, 2012 9:08 am
Chaz made it into the room without problems, however, she was quickly approached by some sort of nurse. the 'stranger' seemed kind enough, but she spoke to Chaz by her name, Charlotte, she knew her... The nurse reached for her hand, which Chaz pulled away instinctively. If it wasn't for the rather gentle demeanor on the woman's face, or the fact that Chaz had seen her approaching, she would have received a swift jab to the esophagus. The nurse, apparently called Jackie, did seem to genuinely have some sort of sympathy, or compassion, or something along those lines, whatever it was she didn't mean harm... which was lucky. Grudgingly Chaz lay down, watching over Jackie the entire time for anything suspicious. The voice rang through an intercom. She couldn't understand it, however it sparked a memory... It came in quick flashes, laying strapped to a bed, a dark figure, a syringe violently forced into her chest, a burning like no other, and black.... Black stood out, an unnatural, foreign black. She flinched, her fierce eyes narrowing at the nurse... Should she really trust her? She didn't want to. As the syringe came closer Chaz shot her hand forwards and held it back, however with the nurse placing a gentle hand on top of her own that was holding back the syringe, Jackie simply smiled. she seemed to be able to connect with Chaz. Maybe it was because she was female? Maybe in the back of her mind Chaz knew that this woman had taken care of her, kept her quite healthy and clean, she decided to let herself trust Jackie a little, for now anyway. Nothing seemed out of place with the injection, if there was any adverse effects they would come later, and Jackie wouldn't know what had hit her if Chaz was able to react... ........ So far, nothing too worrying. Chaz had sat up on the side of the side of the table, the tags around her neck were in her hand as she read over them. 0040, then her initials. She listened to Jackie speak to her in Russian, she obviously wasn't a native speaker but it was enough. As she mentioned the guard like men at the other side of the room and this Schilling character, Chaz felt like something would be explained. She was still quite in the blank about what had happened since she had signed over the contract and been subjected to the ... The black... Maybe she would find some answers with them. Quietly she stood and stretched off her muscles, the tags around her neck rattled lightly as she moved. and made to go towards the two orderlies, however she only made it a few steps before stopping and turning back. Quietly she stood in front of Jackie, who had turned her attention to cleaning up the needle and packages from her small work space next to the table. " Oh! Sorry Charlotte, is there something else I can help you with?" Jackie asked sincerely towards the pale figure in front of her. But there was no answer, Chaz stood silent for a moment, watching the slight confusion on Jacklyn's face. As much as she still didn't fully trust the nurse, she had obviously been cared for by her... " Thank you, Jacklyn. Thank you for caring for me." Chaz said in heavy accent without a single change in her demeanor. The thought was there, but any emotion that should have came with it was absent. Jackie blinked once before smiling at the thanks, she understood Charlotte, she had read her file at least... The woman had been through a tough life... Silently Jackie continued to smile as Chaz silently turned and walked away toward the double doors. As much as the nurses gave off some familiarities, the two men by the doors did not. Chaz stayed focused, keeping her eyes locked on them as she made towards them. Whatever was going to happen now, she wasn't about to let her guard down again.
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Posted: Tue Feb 14, 2012 10:54 am
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╘═════════════════╛ « Hoping for a M I R A C L E »As the others had, Spence woke up in a cold, unfamiliar room. Like the others, he was momentarily disoriented, and in more than the usual, first-waking-up-daze way. Having never been drunk, he couldn't compare and contrast his hazy, headachy awakening to a hangover, but if the two were anything alike, it was a wonder anyone drank anything ever. He needed to sit up a moment before feeling alert enough to even look around.
His cell-like room was obviously meant for utility above all, which made the bag on the table stand out even more. With nothing else to do, he riffled through it, finding nothing more than two changes of clothes, a few photographs of him and people he presumed were family (why was everything so hard to remember?), and his glasses case. Just as he was about to put everything back, he noticed a scrap of paper with a few words scrawled upon it.
Dear Spencer,
Even though we can't be with you, you are in our hearts and prayers. Get well soon. We miss you already.
Love,
Mom, Dad, Emily & Madison
After reading it twice, Spencer put it back in the bag with everything else. He had been sick, he remembered, but not too much else. He must be here for treatment? He wished he could shake this haze. Before he could think about it too hard, though, a voice on a PA system began issuing instructions. Spencer figured it was in his best interest to follow along. He, and several others, were instructed to walk into a large room. At one point somebody, one of the other patients, used him for support, but that didn't bother Spencer. In fact, he hardly even noticed.
He was greeted at once by a nurse. She was a pleasant looking redhead, aside from a large mole on her left cheek, who was just a little too plump to be considered truly attractive. She introduced herself briefly, but the name slipped Spencer's mind. It was Carrie, or Corey, or something like that. She led him to an examination table, and after a minute or two, another voice sounded from the PA, and Spencer was given a shot, no worse than the immunizations form his childhood.
But Spencer was not really paying attention to that shot. He was remembering another, much worse one. That voice, or rather, the person attached to it, had been there. The memory had a not-quite-there quality, like a nightmare, but Spencer knew that it had happened. What had that been? When had that been?
"Alright Spencer, I'm all done." Carrie/Corey spoke and brought Spencer back to Earth. He looked to see that, exactly like an immunization, he had a cotton ball taped over the injection site, and the rubbing alcohol had already mostly evaporated from where she'd cleaned it. "Here's your I.D. Tags." Spencer put them on obediently. "And if you'll go with those two gentlemen, they'll show you around where you'll be staying."
"Thanks, I guess," said Spencer, uncertainly getting up and heading in that direction. He still felt a little confused about everything going on.
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Posted: Tue Feb 14, 2012 4:51 pm
Perhaps it was just how she wound up waking up in the unfamiliar place. The screams continued to ring in her ears but by now she was familiar with who's scream it was and of course it was her own. The pain she had felt had gone away but in her subconscious it was still occurring along with a horrible memory that had not vanished. Out of all the memories that she could not remember this couldn't be one of them? There was no escaping the horrible pass and Kiara opened her eyes wide letting out a silent scream, a scream that was kept in her subconscious while she sat up breathing rather hard. Her eyes darted around the room that was cold and lonely but she was quick to become used to it. One thing was certain, a certain person wasn't here and unfortunately she could not remember her sister what so ever. If she were to remember that little girl Kiara would have done everything in her power to find her way back home and rescue her. But there was nothing she could do now. Kiara simply got up and moved over to the door, stumbling a bit letting her know how long she must have been out. After recovering her footing she slowly walked out of the room and she simply glanced around to try and get any clue as to where she was specifically. The movements from the corner of her eyes caught her attention and she saw others that wore the same thing she had on and that were heading in one specific area. Kiara had no choice but to follow and see what was going on. Her mind was lost else where in this forsaken world and she did not hear the PA and what was going on at the moment. The red hair girl walked through the doors and saw several nurses with other patients. She stood there confused and distraught from simply standing there. After that nightmare she had she felt like laying in bed and curling up into an insignificant ball.
It didn't take long for a nurse to rush over to her since Kiara seemed to look very pale considering that she was still ill....aids was such a horrible thing. The young man lead her to the table to give her the shot. Kiara had spotted his name tag with her glazed over eyes and took note that his name was Anthony but there was no need to greet him since for the moment she had no voice. The ceiling soon came into view as she was laid down and the needle piercing her skin was not enough to even bring her back from her subconscious. When it was over and she was injected she was simply pulled up in a sitting position and given her ID and escorted toward the men who were to show her around or that's what she heard for the most part. There were others around her and she felt small and invisible as she tried to keep her distant from everyone. It felt as if the others could see who and what she was. She quickly reverted to her introverted self and kept to herself and she knew for the most time that her visit here would be long and lonely but it was nothing different from life at home.
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Posted: Tue Feb 14, 2012 7:28 pm
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Ӄatherine Ҁlarke
╚═════════════════╝ ⊰A Ғorgiving ρushover⊱ ❝You still don't get it do you? Courage isn't about being fearless... xxxx Katherine jumped a little at the feeling of a hand on her shoulder. Her head turned sharply, but the sharp frightened look in her eyes softened when she saw the man. Just judging from his eyes, she could guess that he was visually impaired. Not only that, but he was dressed in scrubs as well, meaning he was in the same boat. Still too frightened to speak, the pair simply continued walked onwards, in silence. Katherine gladly acting as the man's guide. He mouthed the words 'thank you'. But all she could think of was if he was nearly as scared as she was. They entered a larger room, this one having enough examination tables for each patient. And of course, kindly nurses to go with them. Katherine was unwilling to move forward. This was just such a sketchy situation! Two nurses came forward when they realized Katherine wouldn't be budging, one for her, and one for the other man. "It's okay." A gentle faced woman with platinum blonde hair smiled sympathetically. She had never caught that woman's name, though a picture of her face could still come in as clear as a bell. Comforted by the nurse's friendly persona, Katherine nodded in response before using her own shaking hand to pass the Man's hand over to his nurse. She followed the nurse over to the examination table like the obedient, mild-mannered girl she was. Then his voice came over the PA system. Memory fragments hit her as hard as bullets. The mysterious man who had entered. Her own body, too weak now to even lift her head. That black, beastly needle violently stabbed into her chest. The memory of her own scream ripped through her mind. And though these memories had come back to her, Katherine's body was still. The nurse spoke, snapping her out her own daymare. "You're too tense! You need to loosen the muscle in your arm Hon." The nurse spoke as if speaking to a child. That honey-covered kind of voice. Katherine did so, or at least tried to. Katherine received her needle, staring at the nurse's serene green eyes busy at work. The nurse calmly counted to three, and it was done. Just like any other needle. Even Katherine began to doubt her returned memories and felt as if she should put them into the 'your-own-imagination' category. Finally to top it off, the nurse draped the ID tag around Katherine's neck and explained her next destination. Again, it seemed quite obligatory. "Th-Thank you" She said, more out of politeness than actual gratitude. She still didn't really know what was going on after all. Her own voice seeming weak and quiet from it's disuse. She stood up and stepped lightly towards the door her nurse had pointed out for her, where others were already waiting. ...it's about being afraid, yet doing it anyways...!❞ •·.·´¯`·.·• •·.·´¯`·.·•´•·.·´¯`·.·• •·.·´¯`·.·•´•·.·´¯`·.·• •·.·´¯`·.·•´ O.O.C 【】
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Posted: Thu Feb 16, 2012 12:28 am
As everyone finished with their nurses, and made towards the exit as they were instructed, they would overhear the pair of orderlies talking among themselves.
"...I suppose. It just doesn't have the same feel as the seven-series." The one to the left said to the other; he was blonde, with brown eyes, and a short layered haircut, maybe an inch or two over the ebony-haired man standing next to him.
"That may be true, but that's the price of progress, I suppose; we can't have our cake and eat it too." The dark-haired man replied to his friends speculation.
"Tssst, when did you get to become such a philosopher?" The blonde returned sarcastically before letting his gaze pass to the group congregating in front of them.
"Looks like everyone is just about ready." The blonde continued. "Alright everyone, listen up. In case the Hemophage has made things a little hazy for you, a friendly reminder: you've been brought here because conventional medical science has no further use for you. You all have signed wavers for both your retention here, and the treatment you've just received; however, that implies that you won't be allowed to leave until such time as the results of said treatment are revealed. As such, it is imperative that you abide by a simple set of ground-rules while you are here."
The other man rolled his eye's before interjecting.
"Never without a flair for the theatrical, eh Bruce?" He said, passing a scrutinizing glance his way before taking the reins of the announcement.
"It's nothing so convoluted as he's trying to make it seem; the rules are simple. You are to show courtesy to all staff, and refrain from entering designated Restricted zones. In just a moment, we'll be passing through check-in, then you'll be allowed to join the others, members of this trial just as yourself. Along the way, we'll give you a overview of the day-to-day of this facility."
It was becoming abundantly clear, by the behavior from both the nurses and the two orderlies, that from the bottom of the line of command; these cogs in the machine that let this facility operate without a hitch, were completely ordinary people. This was all just an exciting new opportunity in an already competitive field to them. Perhaps in a way, it made everything only that much more surreal; that so much of the outside world still existed around them, only to be figuratively left at the door in regards to the patients.
"But, I'm sure you are all tired, and eager to receive a moment to digest all this new information. Just bear with us, and we'll get you all through this as quickly as possible." The dark-haired, more sensitive and socially adept orderly continued, as his blonde co-patriot simply smirked and nodded passively.
"If you'll follow us." The blonde added, as if his words had added some profound detail to the orientation. The two then turned and pushed the door behind them open with ease before passing through the threshold.
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The door opened to a long hall laced with nondescript doors, that terminated at the end, by a simple windowed booth before an electronic-locking door. Inside the booth, a large, elderly woman easily in her late forties and the physical embodiment of the cliche evil lunch lady; sharp, aggravated features contorted into one foul expression or the next. The blonde orderly took his time, almost in attempt to be obnoxious, as he wrote the ID details from each patient onto a clipboard registry and returned it to the increasingly aggravated and impatient clerk. A cheesy smirk on Bruce's face as he leaned in on the booth, was all the group could see, but the tense pause that followed gave plenty of insight to her response to the man's playful nature. Eventually a loud buzz sounded, and the electronic door opened, extending the hallway to a small area that held a simple, single-hinge door.
"I think she's falling for me, Ray.", Bruce said sarcastically to his friend as they pressed on.
"How many times am I going to have to tell you, my name isn't Ray." The dark-haired man responded with a spark of aggravation beginning peak through his cooled overtones. Bruce released a forced cough as he put up a more professional facade and let the games finally come to a rest.
Finally, the group pressed into a new open area, bustling with life. It was clearly a lobby. It held a long reception desk that hugged the back wall opposite a wide glass array containing two sets of glass double-doors. Another short hallway with a few more doors, likely office space of some kind, rested opposite the room of the door the group had just emerged. The room was filled with busy employees, most in pale green scrubs just like the two orderlies, though mixed with the occasional white lab coat or pressed suit as more important individuals briefly graced the civilian entrance to the building on their way to more pressing matters.
"This way.", Ray instructed waving the group along as he led them beyond the reception desk to a spacious elevator built into a nook on the back wall. Guiding everyone aboard, they climbed to the second floor. Bruce fell back into his usual character just long enough to coyly reveal that the lobby they'd just passed through was Restricted Area, number one, and as they reached their destination, it was made on no uncertain terms that the elevator was equally restricted.
The second floor was an immediately in conflict with the rest of the facility thus far. For the most part, the building seemed a refurbished asylum, or prison of some sort, but it was clear the further they progressed that the structure had undergone painstaking rebuilds and lavishly expensive remodels to turn it into a medical facility unlike any other; it was clear no expense was spared for this endeavor. This area of the building was clustered section of hallways that carried a certained combined appeal of a dormatory or hotel, with the same fuctionality and availabilty of services like typical medical clinics.
Plain but functional, low-rise carpeting lined the halls, and the walls were a soothing off-white tone that seemed endearingly brighter in comparison to the drab retro-fitted cell everyone had woke in. Everything was clean and in order, and there was an inviting sort of tranquility in the air as they were greeted with a new sort of silence. The halls were essentially empty; an occasional nurse in transit to see to the need of one person or another, or some distant voice barking an incomprehensible question to a peer in conversation that echoed through the silence. It was nothing if not peaceful and exceptionally normal.
Bruce stopped everyone just after the elevator door closed behind them.
"Mi casa es su casa.", He said with a slight bow and an over indulgent smirk. Ray simply shook his head and glanced away.
"This area is the bunk-house. You ID tags have a number on them; your room door has a number on it...." There was a certain condescending tone to his voice as he continued. Clearly, Bruce was nearing some threshold of his work ethic, where propriety was put aside for hurried efficiency.
"The men's rooms are down the first hallway to on the left; ladies, same on the right, simply go past the Assembly Hall to the next intersection down. Proceed straight ahead from there. -- Let's see,..."
He glanced down at his watch, before his brown furrowed. He tapped the face of some fancy imported digital watch with a look of frustration glazing his eyes, before raising the watch to his ear.
"It's a digital watch, moron.", Ray commented blankly as he glanced over at the complete a** forming before his eyes.
"It was that punk, Phearson. The guy is out to get me, I swear....", Bruce sparked, ignoring the insult.
"What -- you didn't actually wear that thing into the room with him did you!? You really are an idiot."
"Give me a break, I forgot." Bruce defended, before turning his attention back to the group. Ray politely recited the time to his cohort before Bruce took a breath to continue.
"It is apparently just after four... which means, you all need to go to the Assembly Hall now, however...", He glanced back at his partner, giving one last spark of professional effort, knowing his obligations had all but been fulfilled. "...If you would rather retire to your room early, that is also acceptable. If you find you've lost your way, simply find an orderly or a nurse and they will assist you promptly."
With that Bruce released a sigh before glancing down at his watch again, to receive another slap in the face reminder that his watch was broken. He somewhat threw his hands up in frustrated defeat as he turned around and walked down the hall, cursing under his breath before taking the first right towards the Assembly Hall. Ray gave the group an apologetic nod for Bruce's personality complex before silently slipping back through the group to the elevator, producing a swipe card that opened the door and allowed him to disappear within, leaving the group to find their way.
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Posted: Thu Feb 16, 2012 1:57 pm
She was joined by some others from the cells, the young blond girl she noticed earlier, a taller man, and another rather distraught girl who in particular didn't seem to be coping with things... Chaz stared at her, her cold eyes reading her face, her stance, her demeanor as the young woman strayed to the edge of the group. In her head Chaz thought that this woman would be the first to snap, but in circumstances like these, you could never be too sure. Silently, her arms still folded over her chest, Chaz followed the two orderlies. They were both just a little too care free for people that she had apparently signed her life over to, the blond one in particular. All the talks of 'restricted areas' were a little off putting too, she could understand keeping people out areas work was being carried out in but to not explain these areas just made her skeptical about their purpose. They were lead through corridors, busier areas full of people that looked rather indifferent towards the group of sickly people being led by, they had seen this before, that meant they were not the first people to be put through this. Chaz listened on anyway and picked out information she needed amongst the babble the two had going on. ----- Eventually they were left... Just like that. Chaz looked towards the lift doors as 'ray' swiped his way out of their lives for the time being and disappears behind the elevator doors. Was this it then? Left to fend for themselves it seemed. Chaz knew fine well that she could manage, however some of the others she wasn't sure... The other two girls were questionable, especially the quiet one that looked like she was about to break down earlier. Again Chaz found herself eyeing up the group, she felt quite out of place, more so than usual. Trust wasn't something Chaz did, but with this lot she doubted she could even bring herself to find pity, never mind trust. Her I.D. around her neck clinked lightly as she moved her arms, reminding her to check for her room number, one of the orderlies had said something about that. Room 0040 or 40, one of them anyway. And it was down towards the assembly hall, which they had to go to first... she had almost forgotten. Maybe someone there would explain the black, the circumstances more. Without a word Chaz went to walk down the corridor, only to find herself at the back of the group, the young woman she thought would break down was blocking her path.
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Posted: Thu Feb 16, 2012 3:10 pm
Pitiful, somewhere along the way to the elevator Kiara had seen a glimpse of her own reflection and she looked rather pitiful, her eyes sunken in and her hair dull and course showing how much her illness effect her outer illness. She didn't bother to look around and see the others that were a part of this group. Her eyes simply stayed to the floor with her mind clearly focused on something other than what the men were speaking but despite the fact that she wasn't attention, she some how managed to retain the words that followed in her ears and when the group had begun to move she had followed. The elevator they now stood in was far too cramp for her liking but she still managed to keep her distant from the others as she stood more toward a corner. She disliked being in this small closed area the most but none the less there was nothing she could even do about it. For a moment she glanced around and looked at the woman who had stared at her for a moment a while ago but she averted her eyes rather quickly so it didn't even look like she had looked at her or anyone else for that matter.
All she could really remember what the men said when they finally left was something about the rooms and an assembly hall they could go to. It would be a good idea to go since there was that possibility that they would explain more and Kiara would love to hear more about what was to go on around here. Something was nagging at the back of her head yet she did not know since that memory had not returned to her what so ever. She only stood there and stared at the floor with a glazed look but only because her body was exhausted but when it came to her mental state she was else where in the world and quiet frankly didn't give a damn as to where she was and the people around her. She did however look to see Ray leave them and swipe the card to open the elevator. Her eyes focused on such an action and she had memorized what that card looked like. She was yet to understand why she had done that for she felt it was of little significance but perhaps it would serve it's purpose later in the near future. Again she had felt a pair of eyes on her and it began to irritate her and slowly her facial expression had changed to a rather blank one to a cold chilling expression. Her head lifted up and she slowly looked to the left, her eyes staring straight into the woman who was waiting for Kiara to move. What? Did she not know how to say excuse me? None the less if the woman wanted her to move she could tell her to stand aside like a well mannered person or simply walk around.
Kiara had looked away from the woman as if she was not worth to look at as she turned and began walking down the hall herself not waiting for too long to see if the woman could manage an excuse me. Kiara made her way to the assembly hall her mind wondering off else where again. She had already made herself seem like a cold hateful woman but it didn't matter since she was mentally and spiritually else where and her body responded on it's own.
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