Micah lay up against the wall of his cell. He shivered. He sat in the corner of the cold, dark cell. There were others making noise down the hall. His gray tail with a white tip was wrapped around his legs, he was trying to keep himself warm. His Ears stood up, he was listening for any signs of doctors. He tried to carve 'Micah waz here' into the wall with his newly grown claws, but to no avail. He looked around his cell, and got up. His dark brown hair fell down in front of his eyes: he pushed it aside and went to the entrance of the cell. He screamed, "Let me out! I wanna go home!" He let out a sorrowful howl, but it was supposed to be a moan. He covered his mouth and then he yelled for a while then stopped and sat down on the floor. He was hungry, starving more like it. He needed food, now. He knew most of him had change, but he didn't know about his eyes. He would have to look next time he got the chance. He stood up, and began to demand to be let go, talking to no one in particular.
(is that good, i dont know what cell i'm in, so if i need to edit i will =) )
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Project 13: The Animal Experiment IC
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Re: Project 13: The Animal Experiment IC ( )
by Faceless Recon on Mon Sep 28, 2009 4:45 pm
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Re: Project 13: The Animal Experiment IC ( )
by Olen on Sat Oct 03, 2009 2:33 am
He had fallen asleep, slumped into his corner and breathing deeply, shivering once in a while from the impinging cold.
The cold and the sudden occurence of hunger was draining his energy and he had dozed off several times, for a few minutes at a time, before waking again with a start. He dreamt of the girl in the cell across from him; she was the only mirror he had for what was happening to himself.
He could see what had happened to him in her, the sudden tortured bursts in growth and change, becoming less and less human each time. He couldn't even think of what she may have looked like before. Who she might have been before.
He would wake without a punchline to the dream, probably from the cold, and then lapse back into it some time later.
He had no future. Even if he escaped, no one could see him like this. He couldn't survive in the wild either. He imagined being adopted by a herd of whateverhewas', to live a life of pointless homeostasis. That would kill him, just the same. The only way he could survive would be with more of them. He could be nothing else.
He started with a flinch, coming to sudden awareness. He didn't know if he had been asleep or awake, but his consciousness had recieved a sudden jolt and his heart had raced into violent motion once again. Echoing in the distance, some screaming animal penetrating the silence that had settled upon the cell. He blinked and stretched his stiff limbs within the security and privacy of his shade. He looked at the girl, watching her as his brain started to become active once again. The cold was doing things to him. Even hairy; he was naked, and his resistance to the cold was far less than he had guessed. Far closer to the Lemur. He was only human, he'd freeze if he couldn't find some kind of warmth. It was making his brain sluggish, slowing shutting him down.
Another cry from the distance startled him; two more.
He froze.
He waited, paralysed and dreading, waiting for confirmation.
Two more, a birdlike screech and a guttural bellow, echoing in the distance; only closer.
His heart began to beat furiously, pumping blood to his brain in sprinting swells and making him suck freezing air, his eyes widening in panic.
The shock was coming; he recognised it this time. He wanted to escape it; yet there was nothing he could do to stop it coming. The cries of pain came closer, and all around him the creatures began to erupt in deafening uproar, terrified in whatever new voice they were speaking.
The memory of the pain was all but absent; his terror was for the transformation that was sure to come with it.
More animal; more mutant monstrosity. He was going to change, become less human, more animal. Some of them would already be changing down the hall, ever closer to him. Gruesome images of their silent agony began to race unhindered through his mind.
As the screams came within what must have been a dozen cells of his, he looked desperately at the Lemur, a question springing to mind which suddenly seemed far more important than anything else in the world to ask her, as if missing his chance to ask it now would mean the answer being eternally beyond his reach.
He swalled, wetting his aching dry throat, and asked her tremblingly,
"Will you help me think of a name?"
A few seconds later, he dissolved into the deaf and blinding white agony.
The cold and the sudden occurence of hunger was draining his energy and he had dozed off several times, for a few minutes at a time, before waking again with a start. He dreamt of the girl in the cell across from him; she was the only mirror he had for what was happening to himself.
He could see what had happened to him in her, the sudden tortured bursts in growth and change, becoming less and less human each time. He couldn't even think of what she may have looked like before. Who she might have been before.
He would wake without a punchline to the dream, probably from the cold, and then lapse back into it some time later.
He had no future. Even if he escaped, no one could see him like this. He couldn't survive in the wild either. He imagined being adopted by a herd of whateverhewas', to live a life of pointless homeostasis. That would kill him, just the same. The only way he could survive would be with more of them. He could be nothing else.
He started with a flinch, coming to sudden awareness. He didn't know if he had been asleep or awake, but his consciousness had recieved a sudden jolt and his heart had raced into violent motion once again. Echoing in the distance, some screaming animal penetrating the silence that had settled upon the cell. He blinked and stretched his stiff limbs within the security and privacy of his shade. He looked at the girl, watching her as his brain started to become active once again. The cold was doing things to him. Even hairy; he was naked, and his resistance to the cold was far less than he had guessed. Far closer to the Lemur. He was only human, he'd freeze if he couldn't find some kind of warmth. It was making his brain sluggish, slowing shutting him down.
Another cry from the distance startled him; two more.
He froze.
He waited, paralysed and dreading, waiting for confirmation.
Two more, a birdlike screech and a guttural bellow, echoing in the distance; only closer.
His heart began to beat furiously, pumping blood to his brain in sprinting swells and making him suck freezing air, his eyes widening in panic.
The shock was coming; he recognised it this time. He wanted to escape it; yet there was nothing he could do to stop it coming. The cries of pain came closer, and all around him the creatures began to erupt in deafening uproar, terrified in whatever new voice they were speaking.
The memory of the pain was all but absent; his terror was for the transformation that was sure to come with it.
More animal; more mutant monstrosity. He was going to change, become less human, more animal. Some of them would already be changing down the hall, ever closer to him. Gruesome images of their silent agony began to race unhindered through his mind.
As the screams came within what must have been a dozen cells of his, he looked desperately at the Lemur, a question springing to mind which suddenly seemed far more important than anything else in the world to ask her, as if missing his chance to ask it now would mean the answer being eternally beyond his reach.
He swalled, wetting his aching dry throat, and asked her tremblingly,
"Will you help me think of a name?"
A few seconds later, he dissolved into the deaf and blinding white agony.
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Olen - Member for 3 years
Re: Project 13: The Animal Experiment IC ( )
by OniIgnasha on Sat Oct 03, 2009 10:07 am
Cleo watched him start to convulse with the pain, sucking in a deep breath and holding it, closing her eyes tightly and pulling her blanket close around her. She knew it was coming, and when it hit her she could only arch her body and scream, falling back onto the cold metal floor. Her body arched in pain, sweat covering her skin under her fur.
Everything went dark, her mind blank and empty as she lay there. After the pain left, she lay there on the floor, freezing and shivering but unable to do anything but lay there. Her mind wondered and she got a few glimpses of her past, able to figure out one or two things that might help her now. She was glad she had been thinking of her new friend when she had been zapped because she had gotten an idea for a name for him.
Everything went dark, her mind blank and empty as she lay there. After the pain left, she lay there on the floor, freezing and shivering but unable to do anything but lay there. Her mind wondered and she got a few glimpses of her past, able to figure out one or two things that might help her now. She was glad she had been thinking of her new friend when she had been zapped because she had gotten an idea for a name for him.
"When you wish upon a star... I will kill you, near or far..."
-Richard
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OniIgnasha - Member for 4 years
Re: Project 13: The Animal Experiment IC ( )
by Faceless Recon on Mon Oct 05, 2009 5:53 pm
The doctors shoved Micah down the hall. The threw him in a cell next to two others. Micah watched in horror at what was happening to one of them. They shook in pain. Micah said " Whats happening to him?" Micah asked to the girl in the cell near his.
(had to get in the roleplay some how...)
(had to get in the roleplay some how...)
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Faceless Recon - Member for 3 years
Re: Project 13: The Animal Experiment IC ( )
by Olen on Mon Oct 05, 2009 8:10 pm
He gasped air as he awoke, exploding up from the ground like a bolt.
His chest ached and he was dizzy, his heartbeat nearly inaudible, slowly gaining speed and volume.
He had lost consciousness, he didn't know when. The last thing he remembered was the pair of screams in what must have been the cell directly to his left, then...
He stared, looking from left to right, scarcely believing what he was seeing. He wasn't in his cell anymore.
He was lying in the snow, surrounded by a dense forest. The air was bitterly cold, stinging his skin like a burn. He watched thick clouds of steam gushing forth from his mouth as he gasped to refil his lungs.
There was a thin morning light filtering through the thick canopy. There were sounds; rushing water somewhere. Some animal vocalising softly as it grazed nearby. He could hear the snow crunching under its hooves.
He stood up, snow crunching under his own hooved feet.
How did he get here?
He followed absentmindedly the sounds of the grazing animal. It was nearby, immersed in a thicket. It stopped when he came near and withdrew its head from the woody bush and turned to gaze at him silently. It didn't move, didn't even tense when it saw him.
The stag looked him in the eyes, then turned away and began to graze again.
His body felt sore again, his muscles ached. He could feel a quiet ringing in the distance.
This wasn't real.
He could hear his breath, feel his face pressing into the cold floor. Feel the aches in his body. He could hear the angry cries coming from down the hall. He opened his eyes, and stared at the bars of his cell. His body was shaking from the pain of the shocks, but the cold he had been feeling up until now had lost some of its harsh bite. He could feel his warm core.
He dragged himself up against the wall, nestling himself quickly into the dark corner of the cell, hopefully before he was seen. He crossed his arms tightly and withdrew into himself, shaking more noticeably, welding his eyes tightly closed.
He could feel the changes in his body, but he could bear to acknowledge them for what they were, couldn't bare to look at them.
He opened his mouth to say something to the Lemur, but all that he managed to muster was a choked bleat, an inarticulate voacalisation.
The sound shocked him, sent a jolt through his heart, which was already racing at what seemed to be its normal rate.
He tried again, this time desperately, but the same pathetic bleat stole the place of where the words should have formed. He tried, but was unable to form the words in his mouth. He had lost the ability to speak.
He felt tears well up in his eyes and he tightened his grip on himself, a desperate sound sqeaking in the back of his throat.
The transformation had exhausted him, he didn't have the energy to panic.
Instead he huddled against the wall, hiding from sight and silently cried.
His chest ached and he was dizzy, his heartbeat nearly inaudible, slowly gaining speed and volume.
He had lost consciousness, he didn't know when. The last thing he remembered was the pair of screams in what must have been the cell directly to his left, then...
He stared, looking from left to right, scarcely believing what he was seeing. He wasn't in his cell anymore.
He was lying in the snow, surrounded by a dense forest. The air was bitterly cold, stinging his skin like a burn. He watched thick clouds of steam gushing forth from his mouth as he gasped to refil his lungs.
There was a thin morning light filtering through the thick canopy. There were sounds; rushing water somewhere. Some animal vocalising softly as it grazed nearby. He could hear the snow crunching under its hooves.
He stood up, snow crunching under his own hooved feet.
How did he get here?
He followed absentmindedly the sounds of the grazing animal. It was nearby, immersed in a thicket. It stopped when he came near and withdrew its head from the woody bush and turned to gaze at him silently. It didn't move, didn't even tense when it saw him.
The stag looked him in the eyes, then turned away and began to graze again.
His body felt sore again, his muscles ached. He could feel a quiet ringing in the distance.
This wasn't real.
He could hear his breath, feel his face pressing into the cold floor. Feel the aches in his body. He could hear the angry cries coming from down the hall. He opened his eyes, and stared at the bars of his cell. His body was shaking from the pain of the shocks, but the cold he had been feeling up until now had lost some of its harsh bite. He could feel his warm core.
He dragged himself up against the wall, nestling himself quickly into the dark corner of the cell, hopefully before he was seen. He crossed his arms tightly and withdrew into himself, shaking more noticeably, welding his eyes tightly closed.
He could feel the changes in his body, but he could bear to acknowledge them for what they were, couldn't bare to look at them.
He opened his mouth to say something to the Lemur, but all that he managed to muster was a choked bleat, an inarticulate voacalisation.
The sound shocked him, sent a jolt through his heart, which was already racing at what seemed to be its normal rate.
He tried again, this time desperately, but the same pathetic bleat stole the place of where the words should have formed. He tried, but was unable to form the words in his mouth. He had lost the ability to speak.
He felt tears well up in his eyes and he tightened his grip on himself, a desperate sound sqeaking in the back of his throat.
The transformation had exhausted him, he didn't have the energy to panic.
Instead he huddled against the wall, hiding from sight and silently cried.
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Olen - Member for 3 years
Re: Project 13: The Animal Experiment IC ( )
by Faceless Recon on Mon Oct 05, 2009 8:38 pm
Micah turned to the person that also had been watching the transformation. "Is that going to happen to all of us?" He wispered to her. He felt fear pushing his stomach into his throat, as if he was going to scream or vomit. Which every came first. Or maybe he would scream then vomit.
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Re: Project 13: The Animal Experiment IC ( )
by OniIgnasha on Tue Oct 06, 2009 10:47 am
Cleo coughed and sputtered, gasping as she opened her eyes slowly, her vision fuzzy and dark. She shook her head a few times to try and get her mind to clear, wanting to be able to see rather then not. She felt a thicker pelt on her body, but it still did very little against the cold of the cell she was in. She could feel herself shivering and shaking, even her tail quaking as she sat up and gripped the blanket, wrapping it around herself.
She was a bit surprised when it wrapped around her easier, causing her to fight harder to regain her vision. She then looked around, and stood up. Her eyes widened when she noted the largest change in her of all. her height. Cleo now stood only four feet tall, large for a lemur, but a very small human. She let out an angered screech, then flopped down and curled into her blanket, looking across the hall to the cell across from her.
"Are you there..?" She asked, knowing it was a stupid question the moment the worlds left her lips.
"I.. I thought of a name for you.. I don't know where I got it.. But.. I think it fits.." She said softly, moving close to the bars, using the blanket as a guard as she leaned on the wall.
"Olen.. It means deer.. I think.." She said, her ears, now those of a lemur, drooping lightly and her long tail swishing.
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Oni groaned as she woke from yet another painful shock. She hated them already, and wished they would stop, but for her it was more then that. She was becoming more and more like a tabby cat, orange with a long tail and pointed ears, whiskers sticking far our off the side of her face and large eyes with big round pupils. She hated to think how she looked in a mirror, and did not want to know. it was bad enough she had to feel the changes, she never wanted to see them.
While all the others, including herself, had been out due to another shock, they had returned the polar bear to the cell across from the one that held the felines. She moved close to the bars and called out to him, but there was no answer. He must had gotten it too, and now he was passed out like many of the others still were.
She was a bit surprised when it wrapped around her easier, causing her to fight harder to regain her vision. She then looked around, and stood up. Her eyes widened when she noted the largest change in her of all. her height. Cleo now stood only four feet tall, large for a lemur, but a very small human. She let out an angered screech, then flopped down and curled into her blanket, looking across the hall to the cell across from her.
"Are you there..?" She asked, knowing it was a stupid question the moment the worlds left her lips.
"I.. I thought of a name for you.. I don't know where I got it.. But.. I think it fits.." She said softly, moving close to the bars, using the blanket as a guard as she leaned on the wall.
"Olen.. It means deer.. I think.." She said, her ears, now those of a lemur, drooping lightly and her long tail swishing.
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Oni groaned as she woke from yet another painful shock. She hated them already, and wished they would stop, but for her it was more then that. She was becoming more and more like a tabby cat, orange with a long tail and pointed ears, whiskers sticking far our off the side of her face and large eyes with big round pupils. She hated to think how she looked in a mirror, and did not want to know. it was bad enough she had to feel the changes, she never wanted to see them.
While all the others, including herself, had been out due to another shock, they had returned the polar bear to the cell across from the one that held the felines. She moved close to the bars and called out to him, but there was no answer. He must had gotten it too, and now he was passed out like many of the others still were.
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