Introduction
We were all locked away like animals...well, some of us were animals...
Forced to live in cages or small rooms that kept us weak and scared. We learned to live in fear; it was our way of life in order to stay alive. Most of us know nothing else.
Some of us were normal at some point, regular people we only heard about, then captured for no reason and forced to change. To become something none of us ever dreamed would be possible to become.
Now that we took the chance to be free, how are we supposed to survive...? Why did they do this to us…?
The Lab
History: Throughout time there has always been stories of hybrids, demigods with unnatural abilities, and mutants. The majority of the population is taught to believe these stories to be pure imagination, the works of ancient people explaining their world without science.
Nowadays science dominates the scene, giving the populace the facts; also stating that these old stories to be false. However, governments also have their secrets that they keep from the people. Some are kept longer than others; others didn’t even start out as secrets. Nearly everyone has heard of the horrific experiments that occurred during the holocaust. Many involved twins, the mental capacity of people, the search for telepathy and many others that may be too numerous to list. One that has been forgotten and erased from all record was the experimentation in creating mutants to the government’s advantage.
The Germans (Nazis) started mild testing with increasing the normal human capabilities, strength, healing, the senses, etc. Their unwilling victims became confined to the camps and tested on in order for the success to be replicated. The willing victims were usually soldiers and were sent to keep control or tear down the areas that resisted. The United States, wanting to have the upper hand, countered with their own experimentation practices. They only used willing volunteers, wounded military personnel, and criminals sentenced for death given the chance to live longer. They learned to improve the body, make it more resilient and hardened to the environment. Once they perfected a technique they sent it out into the public for hospitals to begin using on the sick and injured civilians. During this time the Lab produced many vaccines and steroids with positive effects that hospitals still use.
Despite their progress, the ideals and goals began changing in order to have more pronounced improvements. It was searching for more, using harsher methods, using healthier people, sometimes obtaining subjects against their will, and introducing animals into the experiments. These changes gave them better results, with stronger and more submissive subjects at the cost of using almost torturous testing and experiments. Their methods eventually resulted in the deterioration of the mind. Subjects were becoming unstable, going insane, or having a pure animalistic mentality. From the increasing amount of these results the government ordered the facilities to shut down and dismiss their workers. On the outside it did seem they had done so and with the passage of time the knowledge of the Lab has been lost. Now only a select few in the government, with their own ulterior motives, know of the Lab’s existence and provide it’s funding; in return they receive exotic pets or challenging game for hunting.
No one on the outside knows that the Lab is still fully functional with its facilities spread throughout the country in rural, well hidden areas. *Tell me where you would place a facility in your character profile Can be general place or a specific city.*
A special group of guards was established and given the task of finding random people they know the world wouldn't miss, or those who had happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. They drag them in, strap them down, and the scientists are allowed to do whatever experiments they want. Some involve elements like fire, shadow, water and any others. Sometimes they would include animals, created the fabled animal shifters, or maybe just a true mutant with a mix of both human and animal properties. Lastly the senses are tampered with; most often in the guards to make sure they can keep the subjects in line. The age of the subject generally determined the severity of the experiments and the extent of which the mutations took hold. The younger are so much more resilient, withstanding the most in the ways of mutation resulting in successful shifters and adept mages if they were given an element. The older the subject the mutations became more unstable and unpredictable, resulting in severe deteriorations in either the mind or body.
Each one is put through various tests to determine how much their altered bodies can take, how far their muscles could be pushed to work, how much their minds can take before they're completely broken. It is all tested in one way or another; not everyone can withstand it.
A large amount dies from the initial experiments alone, then a portion are lost to the tests, some from the frequent beatings given by the guards, and three die in each of the Games. The horrible 'Games' a semi-regular event where the guards are able to pick their favorite and least favorite subjects. Sometimes the scientists will pick experiments gone wrong that are too dangerous to keep or ones that are too close to death and don’t want to waste any more sedatives and pain killers on. Generally two elementals and two animals are put in one large, four acre pit in the ground. Set loose on each other to fight to the death, for the entertainment of the staff. The one survivor given a short reprieve of the harsh life and cared for properly for a time.
Mutants
Most experiments are done on younger children because they are less likely to die in the process of changing. The older the person the less likely the mutation will take, or the weaker the effects will be. However, due to their improving technology and methods some older subjects have been able to have strong mutations. Each one will have an outward manifestation of the mutation that will not change; something that makes the person stand out in a crowd or brings attention to themselves. *Add in your favorite mutation to your character sheet.* Often the scientists will take the stronger mutants and attempt to make them loyal to the Lab. Either through brainwashing or promises of a more comfortable type of living.
Modifications: In the beginning the Lab only did experiments on improving the human body. They were able to increase physical strength, eye sight and hearing. Later they began to work on regeneration of limbs, perhaps adding limbs or other features to a person. These types are now the easiest to produce and are not the first choice of the scientists as they can be done to anyone at any age with great success. These modifications are generally made to most of the guards upon their arrival to make sure they have the capabilities to keep up with the mutants and keep them in check. These mutations have no physical appearance to them besides the occasional pointed ears, eye color change, or larger body mass.
Mental Mutations: Mental mutations work on any age, but the younger the subject is the more chance they have for improvement and increased control over their ability. The older the subject is they are more likely to only have the basic traits associated with it. (Older Telepaths may only hear what is going on, younger ones may be able to mind-speak and/or control minds.) These ones are often paired with another mutation because of a lack of physical improvement. Testing is geared more towards their mental capabilities and many of them become broken from the harshness of it. The outward appearances are generally discolored eyes and blindness.
The Story Now
I will use this section as an update area. It will be a basic summary of has happened so far in the posts and I will add to this either every few weeks or once a month, depending on how many posts have been made with significant action taking place. *Add the worst torture you can think of to your character sheet.*
Max managed to stop the Games mid-way through and save Dray and Hawke, meeting up with the others near the exit. Once outside of the building Dray in his dragon form took down the fence and a few nearby guard towers. Hawke managed to call help from the local wolves to keep the pursuing guards busy while their entire group took to the forest to escape. After running for miles, encountering bear traps along the way, they managed to make it to the docks and into a warehouse office by nightfall.
The next morning the dock worker Eric Taylor came and found the group. Noticing their wounds he called in his friend Aileen Tracey to come and help them. She showed up not too long later to save a near death Olek, Kisa, and Hawke by using her healing abilities inherited by her grandmother.
Unbeknownst to them the other facilities were quickly informed on what had happened, and don't want their merchandise in the public eye. They've sent guards and loyal hunting mutants to track them down and bring them back.
If anyone wants to check out The Outside just follow the link (gives a bit more detail on the Lab though I am not bringing in the Institution into this one).
Forced to live in cages or small rooms that kept us weak and scared. We learned to live in fear; it was our way of life in order to stay alive. Most of us know nothing else.
Some of us were normal at some point, regular people we only heard about, then captured for no reason and forced to change. To become something none of us ever dreamed would be possible to become.
Now that we took the chance to be free, how are we supposed to survive...? Why did they do this to us…?
The Lab
History: Throughout time there has always been stories of hybrids, demigods with unnatural abilities, and mutants. The majority of the population is taught to believe these stories to be pure imagination, the works of ancient people explaining their world without science.
Nowadays science dominates the scene, giving the populace the facts; also stating that these old stories to be false. However, governments also have their secrets that they keep from the people. Some are kept longer than others; others didn’t even start out as secrets. Nearly everyone has heard of the horrific experiments that occurred during the holocaust. Many involved twins, the mental capacity of people, the search for telepathy and many others that may be too numerous to list. One that has been forgotten and erased from all record was the experimentation in creating mutants to the government’s advantage.
The Germans (Nazis) started mild testing with increasing the normal human capabilities, strength, healing, the senses, etc. Their unwilling victims became confined to the camps and tested on in order for the success to be replicated. The willing victims were usually soldiers and were sent to keep control or tear down the areas that resisted. The United States, wanting to have the upper hand, countered with their own experimentation practices. They only used willing volunteers, wounded military personnel, and criminals sentenced for death given the chance to live longer. They learned to improve the body, make it more resilient and hardened to the environment. Once they perfected a technique they sent it out into the public for hospitals to begin using on the sick and injured civilians. During this time the Lab produced many vaccines and steroids with positive effects that hospitals still use.
Despite their progress, the ideals and goals began changing in order to have more pronounced improvements. It was searching for more, using harsher methods, using healthier people, sometimes obtaining subjects against their will, and introducing animals into the experiments. These changes gave them better results, with stronger and more submissive subjects at the cost of using almost torturous testing and experiments. Their methods eventually resulted in the deterioration of the mind. Subjects were becoming unstable, going insane, or having a pure animalistic mentality. From the increasing amount of these results the government ordered the facilities to shut down and dismiss their workers. On the outside it did seem they had done so and with the passage of time the knowledge of the Lab has been lost. Now only a select few in the government, with their own ulterior motives, know of the Lab’s existence and provide it’s funding; in return they receive exotic pets or challenging game for hunting.
No one on the outside knows that the Lab is still fully functional with its facilities spread throughout the country in rural, well hidden areas. *Tell me where you would place a facility in your character profile Can be general place or a specific city.*
A special group of guards was established and given the task of finding random people they know the world wouldn't miss, or those who had happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. They drag them in, strap them down, and the scientists are allowed to do whatever experiments they want. Some involve elements like fire, shadow, water and any others. Sometimes they would include animals, created the fabled animal shifters, or maybe just a true mutant with a mix of both human and animal properties. Lastly the senses are tampered with; most often in the guards to make sure they can keep the subjects in line. The age of the subject generally determined the severity of the experiments and the extent of which the mutations took hold. The younger are so much more resilient, withstanding the most in the ways of mutation resulting in successful shifters and adept mages if they were given an element. The older the subject the mutations became more unstable and unpredictable, resulting in severe deteriorations in either the mind or body.
Each one is put through various tests to determine how much their altered bodies can take, how far their muscles could be pushed to work, how much their minds can take before they're completely broken. It is all tested in one way or another; not everyone can withstand it.
A large amount dies from the initial experiments alone, then a portion are lost to the tests, some from the frequent beatings given by the guards, and three die in each of the Games. The horrible 'Games' a semi-regular event where the guards are able to pick their favorite and least favorite subjects. Sometimes the scientists will pick experiments gone wrong that are too dangerous to keep or ones that are too close to death and don’t want to waste any more sedatives and pain killers on. Generally two elementals and two animals are put in one large, four acre pit in the ground. Set loose on each other to fight to the death, for the entertainment of the staff. The one survivor given a short reprieve of the harsh life and cared for properly for a time.
Mutants
Most experiments are done on younger children because they are less likely to die in the process of changing. The older the person the less likely the mutation will take, or the weaker the effects will be. However, due to their improving technology and methods some older subjects have been able to have strong mutations. Each one will have an outward manifestation of the mutation that will not change; something that makes the person stand out in a crowd or brings attention to themselves. *Add in your favorite mutation to your character sheet.* Often the scientists will take the stronger mutants and attempt to make them loyal to the Lab. Either through brainwashing or promises of a more comfortable type of living.
Modifications: In the beginning the Lab only did experiments on improving the human body. They were able to increase physical strength, eye sight and hearing. Later they began to work on regeneration of limbs, perhaps adding limbs or other features to a person. These types are now the easiest to produce and are not the first choice of the scientists as they can be done to anyone at any age with great success. These modifications are generally made to most of the guards upon their arrival to make sure they have the capabilities to keep up with the mutants and keep them in check. These mutations have no physical appearance to them besides the occasional pointed ears, eye color change, or larger body mass.
Mental Mutations: Mental mutations work on any age, but the younger the subject is the more chance they have for improvement and increased control over their ability. The older the subject is they are more likely to only have the basic traits associated with it. (Older Telepaths may only hear what is going on, younger ones may be able to mind-speak and/or control minds.) These ones are often paired with another mutation because of a lack of physical improvement. Testing is geared more towards their mental capabilities and many of them become broken from the harshness of it. The outward appearances are generally discolored eyes and blindness.
The Story Now
I will use this section as an update area. It will be a basic summary of has happened so far in the posts and I will add to this either every few weeks or once a month, depending on how many posts have been made with significant action taking place. *Add the worst torture you can think of to your character sheet.*
Max managed to stop the Games mid-way through and save Dray and Hawke, meeting up with the others near the exit. Once outside of the building Dray in his dragon form took down the fence and a few nearby guard towers. Hawke managed to call help from the local wolves to keep the pursuing guards busy while their entire group took to the forest to escape. After running for miles, encountering bear traps along the way, they managed to make it to the docks and into a warehouse office by nightfall.
The next morning the dock worker Eric Taylor came and found the group. Noticing their wounds he called in his friend Aileen Tracey to come and help them. She showed up not too long later to save a near death Olek, Kisa, and Hawke by using her healing abilities inherited by her grandmother.
Unbeknownst to them the other facilities were quickly informed on what had happened, and don't want their merchandise in the public eye. They've sent guards and loyal hunting mutants to track them down and bring them back.
If anyone wants to check out The Outside just follow the link (gives a bit more detail on the Lab though I am not bringing in the Institution into this one).
.:[Character Sheet]:. (Make them look fancy please ^-^ I like the cool coding as well as picture.)
Name:
Age:
Gender:
Mutation/Abilities:(exclude if the character is a normal) *Be creative, there are many types of animals, elements, and mental abilities out there. Even mythical types of animals can be discussed.*
Mutation Appearance: *Required for all mutants. There needs to be some physical appearance that stands out as unhuman-like. Be creative.*
Description:
Personality:
Strengths:
Weaknesses:
Fears:
History:
Writing Sample: (This should involve your character. If they were born in the lab this should be one of the tortures they have been through. If they were caught and taken then this should be how they got captured. 200 Word minimum.)
Posting Rules
1.) I will only allow a seven day inactivity. Unless you have PM'd me and told me a reason for your absence and how long you will be gone.
2.) At three days I will send a PM asking you to post.
3.) If there is no post by the sixth day I will send a warning PM.
4.) At seven days I will find a creative and/or(mostly 'and') graphic way for the character to die.
5.) If you are consistently posting with a several day gap I will send a PM asking for that to change.
6.) For my other rules read to the bottom.
.:[Character Slots]:.
*Will hold reservations for one week.* Will accept characters even after we start.
Mutants
(I won't accept anymore Feline mixes)
~Dray - Reptile/Bird Mix :*: yogitheambrangyl
~Hawke - Failed animal mix :*: WriteLive
~Edur - Snow Leopard :*: afreerobin
~Kisa - Jaguar :*: BlueWind_22
~Chris - Canine :*: Blueshadow
~Aramay - Chimera, Lab affiliated :*: Aramay
~Kyra - Tiger, Lab affiliated :*: BlueWind_22
Lab Workers
~Olek Barrow - No enhancements :*: Guardian Angel
~Oren Holmes - Shadow mutant :*: Aramay
Normals
~Aileen Tracey - Unaffiliated :*: WriteLive
1.) I will only allow a seven day inactivity. Unless you have PM'd me and told me a reason for your absence and how long you will be gone.
2.) At three days I will send a PM asking you to post.
3.) If there is no post by the sixth day I will send a warning PM.
4.) At seven days I will find a creative and/or(mostly 'and') graphic way for the character to die.
5.) If you are consistently posting with a several day gap I will send a PM asking for that to change.
6.) For my other rules read to the bottom.
.:[Character Slots]:.
*Will hold reservations for one week.* Will accept characters even after we start.
Mutants
(I won't accept anymore Feline mixes)
~Dray - Reptile/Bird Mix :*: yogitheambrangyl
~Hawke - Failed animal mix :*: WriteLive
~Edur - Snow Leopard :*: afreerobin
~Kisa - Jaguar :*: BlueWind_22
~Chris - Canine :*: Blueshadow
~Aramay - Chimera, Lab affiliated :*: Aramay
~Kyra - Tiger, Lab affiliated :*: BlueWind_22
Lab Workers
~Olek Barrow - No enhancements :*: Guardian Angel
~Oren Holmes - Shadow mutant :*: Aramay
Normals
~Aileen Tracey - Unaffiliated :*: WriteLive
The Story So Far... Write a Post » as written by 9 authors
It seemed like a normal day outside, the sun rose as expected over the forest and a nearby city. Average people went about their business as usual, oblivious as to what was going on several miles outside of the designated hiking areas. Unbeknownst to them, individuals who ventured too far, who went missing from what should be fatal accidents, and even those who have never seen the outside world, are locked in their own personal hell of needles, white walls, bright lights, and pain. Only known as The Lab, this torturous facility experiments on living humans; the younger the better. Taking non-human DNA and splicing it into the human genome is what their scientists are most successful at. Then testing their abilities to the limits. Often only stopping when the mutant was close to death.
Funded by a select few of the government, this Lab has been able to remain functioning out of the public eye and even expand its business to several locations around the country. Workers of the Lab are sworn to absolute secrecy, are watched if they show signs of being disloyal, and are only relived of their posts because of old age or the complete inability to do their jobs. Most are there from the promise of money, not realizing in the beginning what the people actually were that they were hired to guard. Instead of prisoners they found children and young adults. Some seemed normal, until they were seen up close and showed their abnormal features of tails, animal-like ears, different colored skin, eyes, hair, even feathers and scales covering their skin. But once they accepted, they were not allowed to leave.
The higher-ups will do anything to keep their merchandise from being discovered. When malfunctions in the facility happen, enabling the bolder mutants to run away, they are hunted and brought back, dead or alive. But with cities becoming larger, more complex and hi-tech, it is much easier for mutants to hide and guards to get caught by authorities.
Dray
He was finally let out of the dark room. The door was opened and the guards grabbed his arms, and then proceeded to drag him to his cell. He let out a shuddering breath, he hated the dark room, a small cramped space with no light. He had no reason to be scared of that, yet every time he was faced with it, he couldn’t breathe and started to panic.
He was thrown carelessly into his cell and he stumbled, barely catching himself on the edge of his cot before he hit his head on the corner. What was deemed a bed was not that comfortable, and barely fit his body anymore. He eased himself down on the floor and started rubbing his leg muscles that were still cramped and sore. He almost wished he could go to the infirmary; the beds there were softest any of the mutants had felt. Though the healer ladies often said they weren’t the best.
He watched out the bars, observing the guards as they took their posts at random spots in the hallway. It kept his mind off his itchy clothing, the bland grey he saw everyday was a poor match against the bright colors that appeared on the mutants. Early on he realized it was only them because the scientists and guards all looked as bland as their clothing. He hoped he was given a new set of clothes soon, but pants would be best, his current ones were coming up to his ankles.
Funded by a select few of the government, this Lab has been able to remain functioning out of the public eye and even expand its business to several locations around the country. Workers of the Lab are sworn to absolute secrecy, are watched if they show signs of being disloyal, and are only relived of their posts because of old age or the complete inability to do their jobs. Most are there from the promise of money, not realizing in the beginning what the people actually were that they were hired to guard. Instead of prisoners they found children and young adults. Some seemed normal, until they were seen up close and showed their abnormal features of tails, animal-like ears, different colored skin, eyes, hair, even feathers and scales covering their skin. But once they accepted, they were not allowed to leave.
The higher-ups will do anything to keep their merchandise from being discovered. When malfunctions in the facility happen, enabling the bolder mutants to run away, they are hunted and brought back, dead or alive. But with cities becoming larger, more complex and hi-tech, it is much easier for mutants to hide and guards to get caught by authorities.
Dray
He was finally let out of the dark room. The door was opened and the guards grabbed his arms, and then proceeded to drag him to his cell. He let out a shuddering breath, he hated the dark room, a small cramped space with no light. He had no reason to be scared of that, yet every time he was faced with it, he couldn’t breathe and started to panic.
He was thrown carelessly into his cell and he stumbled, barely catching himself on the edge of his cot before he hit his head on the corner. What was deemed a bed was not that comfortable, and barely fit his body anymore. He eased himself down on the floor and started rubbing his leg muscles that were still cramped and sore. He almost wished he could go to the infirmary; the beds there were softest any of the mutants had felt. Though the healer ladies often said they weren’t the best.
He watched out the bars, observing the guards as they took their posts at random spots in the hallway. It kept his mind off his itchy clothing, the bland grey he saw everyday was a poor match against the bright colors that appeared on the mutants. Early on he realized it was only them because the scientists and guards all looked as bland as their clothing. He hoped he was given a new set of clothes soon, but pants would be best, his current ones were coming up to his ankles.
Olek:
He turned the next page, glaring at the next set of words as he did so. Olek gripped the packet of information with anger and frustration. Usually he was calm and reserved, but sometimes circumstances got the better of him. He got out of his chair as his watch beeped incessantly. Break time was over sadly enough, he calmed himself down and once again wore his calm demeanor.
It was time to look after the prisoners. In his mind a voice corrected the word 'Prisoner' with 'Children.' It depressed Olek to think he had been investing the past seven or so years of his life watching over helpless and exploited individuals. The job paid well, and it provided Olek with information that he had been searching for, for quite some time. Naturally he tried to ignore the guilt. He walked out of the break room, rubbing his eye-patch as he did so. It covered up part of his marred face, but it itched like no tomorrow. He gave a deep and rough sigh as he walked into the hall. Olek knew every face, prisoner and guard included. He knew most of the scientists, but they were the only group that Olek didn't know so much about. He folded the papers in his hands and slipped them gently into his pocket as he stalked down the white halls. The synthetic smell that permeated the air burnt Olek's nostrils as he breathed in deeply. Olek's guard uniform was bland, nothing special. It covered up most of the burn scars, but they were still visible on his right hand.
Olek did his best to avoid bringing attention to his scars, but it was nigh impossible. Plus most of the scientists and higher ups knew about his accident, and how he acted in the line of duty. It granted him a promotion and a lot of respect surprisingly. He continued down the hall until he spotted his usual post for this week. His duties and posts were cycled every week or so. This was to prevent attachments to specific experiments. He usually spent his time in the training wing, and guarding three or four spots through out the facility. Sometimes he was sent away with hand picked squads to track down experiments, but the recent months had been slow, so he naturally just spent his time showing trainees the ropes. He casually walked over to his position to the right of the cell. His weapon was at his side, out of reach from the prisoner. There behind the bars to his cell sat a boy with fiery red hair. This one is usually silent. Olek remarked in his head.
He casually leaned over and observed him with his good eye whilst occasionally scanning nearby cells, along with the halls. His eyes gazed at the boy with red hair. They never talked, never. Different guards for different times, for one reason primarily. Some experiments needed the carrot, whilst others need the stick. He gave the kid a firm nod of acknowledgement, as there really wasn't any excuse for small talk. He was the prisoner, and Olek was the guard. "Stay strong kid." Olek said in his deep gravely voice as he broke eye contact with the boy. Olek tried to keep the cruelty to a minimum, but as far as the scientists and Olek were concerned, he'd kill for his paycheck any day of the week.
He turned the next page, glaring at the next set of words as he did so. Olek gripped the packet of information with anger and frustration. Usually he was calm and reserved, but sometimes circumstances got the better of him. He got out of his chair as his watch beeped incessantly. Break time was over sadly enough, he calmed himself down and once again wore his calm demeanor.
It was time to look after the prisoners. In his mind a voice corrected the word 'Prisoner' with 'Children.' It depressed Olek to think he had been investing the past seven or so years of his life watching over helpless and exploited individuals. The job paid well, and it provided Olek with information that he had been searching for, for quite some time. Naturally he tried to ignore the guilt. He walked out of the break room, rubbing his eye-patch as he did so. It covered up part of his marred face, but it itched like no tomorrow. He gave a deep and rough sigh as he walked into the hall. Olek knew every face, prisoner and guard included. He knew most of the scientists, but they were the only group that Olek didn't know so much about. He folded the papers in his hands and slipped them gently into his pocket as he stalked down the white halls. The synthetic smell that permeated the air burnt Olek's nostrils as he breathed in deeply. Olek's guard uniform was bland, nothing special. It covered up most of the burn scars, but they were still visible on his right hand.
Olek did his best to avoid bringing attention to his scars, but it was nigh impossible. Plus most of the scientists and higher ups knew about his accident, and how he acted in the line of duty. It granted him a promotion and a lot of respect surprisingly. He continued down the hall until he spotted his usual post for this week. His duties and posts were cycled every week or so. This was to prevent attachments to specific experiments. He usually spent his time in the training wing, and guarding three or four spots through out the facility. Sometimes he was sent away with hand picked squads to track down experiments, but the recent months had been slow, so he naturally just spent his time showing trainees the ropes. He casually walked over to his position to the right of the cell. His weapon was at his side, out of reach from the prisoner. There behind the bars to his cell sat a boy with fiery red hair. This one is usually silent. Olek remarked in his head.
He casually leaned over and observed him with his good eye whilst occasionally scanning nearby cells, along with the halls. His eyes gazed at the boy with red hair. They never talked, never. Different guards for different times, for one reason primarily. Some experiments needed the carrot, whilst others need the stick. He gave the kid a firm nod of acknowledgement, as there really wasn't any excuse for small talk. He was the prisoner, and Olek was the guard. "Stay strong kid." Olek said in his deep gravely voice as he broke eye contact with the boy. Olek tried to keep the cruelty to a minimum, but as far as the scientists and Olek were concerned, he'd kill for his paycheck any day of the week.
Edur
Edur shifted in her cot, legs uncomfortable from the testing she was forced into yesterday. They wanted to see how long she could stay running without collapsing. Her short legs kept her up well, but soon she was stumbling. Realizing they would get no more from her today, she was stuffed back into her cell.
It was boring, sitting here in almost darkness. Yet for the most part Edur didn't mind. She'd take this quiet cramped room over being tested any day.
From where she sat she could she two guards, conversing with each other. Her mind twinged in interest, but she stayed seated. She watched the two talk until her eyes began to droop, and yawning, Edur closed her eyes for the sweet release of sleep.
Her rest didn't last long as a guard who was known to be very cruel banged on the bars that were attached to her cell. She jumped in fright as he grinned evily and walked away. Edur let out a small whimper and curled tighter upon her cot.
Edur shifted in her cot, legs uncomfortable from the testing she was forced into yesterday. They wanted to see how long she could stay running without collapsing. Her short legs kept her up well, but soon she was stumbling. Realizing they would get no more from her today, she was stuffed back into her cell.
It was boring, sitting here in almost darkness. Yet for the most part Edur didn't mind. She'd take this quiet cramped room over being tested any day.
From where she sat she could she two guards, conversing with each other. Her mind twinged in interest, but she stayed seated. She watched the two talk until her eyes began to droop, and yawning, Edur closed her eyes for the sweet release of sleep.
Her rest didn't last long as a guard who was known to be very cruel banged on the bars that were attached to her cell. She jumped in fright as he grinned evily and walked away. Edur let out a small whimper and curled tighter upon her cot.
Hawke sat dead center of his room with a hood over his head. This had started out as a way to keep him from fighting the guards. Now, he wore it willingly, and often--where it more or less made true birds sleep, it heightened his sense of hearing. It had taken him weeks to get the guard who came in most often to give him the black leather hood. In his current spot, with the hood on and his eyes shut, he could easily hear down the hall. Granted, he couldn't understand all of the words, but he could recognize voices and tones. Guards spoke or laughed, rambled on about some girl or this one's wife. One that was further away spoke some words of encouragement to a mutant.
There was one problem with having amazing hearing. One of the crueler guards slammed his fist onto a bar, the resulting vibrations giving Hawke a pounding headache. With an angry shout he ripped the hood from his head, one of the clasps getting caught in his hair. Grumbling to himself, he untangled the steel piece and set the hood on his lap, staring off into space.
There was one problem with having amazing hearing. One of the crueler guards slammed his fist onto a bar, the resulting vibrations giving Hawke a pounding headache. With an angry shout he ripped the hood from his head, one of the clasps getting caught in his hair. Grumbling to himself, he untangled the steel piece and set the hood on his lap, staring off into space.
Kisa
Kisa was in her Jaguar form lying down at the back of her cell. Her ears swiveling around, her tail twitching and every now and then she'd change her position. There was nothing new going on around her, just the same thing every day. A cruel guard tormenting a Mutant with words or actual beating. A Mutant crying or whimpering in terror. A scream of agony. These didn't bother her. They were all too familiar to her as she had been here long enough to adjust and adapt to the environment. Yet, it was the boredom of not being able to move freely, to not have something to do that made her... twitchy.
Finally, after several more long minutes of suffering in silence, Kisa got up. Her cell got smaller in her head as she realized that she would only be able to pace a small circle. This was because she was 10 feet long from head to tail, and she stood 4 feet tall from the ground to her shoulders. She was definitely not an average sized Jaguar.
Kisa the Jaguar was so different from Kisa the Human. In both forms, she was nothing but muscle and it showed. In her human form she was small and compact, only standing at 5'4. Her eyes were a bright blue, her hair a wild mess that fell to her lower back, but now... In her Jaguar it was easy for anyone to see that she was clearly a dangerous and aggressive animal. She was built like a pitbull with a herculean jaw and well defined muscles that were very obvious.
Despite feeling too big for her cell, Kisa began to pace a circle. Her tail twitching the entire time, signaling to others to give her cell a wide berth or they'd be kitty chow.
She shook her head, as if trying to shake herself free of those negative thoughts like they were black cobwebs clinging to her mind. She couldn't afford to feel sympathetic. This was the forever sort of gig, there was no backing out and no escape. She really should have read the fine print.
Eric sharply awoke from a dream about sailing in a storm. The black waves had been rising high over his head and the rain pelting down, wet rope burning in his hands, kelp and debris washing around his feet. Even awake, he felt the bed still tossing beneath him, saw the silhouettes of the nightmare that had kept him on edge all night laid out like shadow puppets on the wall. He rubbed his red eyes, sat up, and stretched the aching muscles of his back. The shadows softened and came apart; bad clouds dispersing in the atmosphere the more conscious he grew, but even then his dream remained emblazoned in mind.
He turned his head to gaze at the shuttered bright light of the window. The white slivers of sun cut across the dim planes of the ceiling and the floor, and a mouse hole in the curtain blinked at him like an eye, the fabric swaying in the breeze of the air-conditioning. The place next to him in bed was cold and empty, it had been for quite awhile now. Somewhere, time was happening. Probably. But Eric had long since been unable to feel it anymore. And if it had passed, it must have forgotten to tell him where it was going. He felt the heavy weight of grief on his chest. He once remembered being able to carry the weight of the world and not feeling it was this heavy. It was like being trapped beneath a fallen beam as the crumbled building pressed down on his lungs. His eyes wandered from the window to the ceiling, waiting for it to come caving in...but of course, it never did no matter how long he sat and waited in bed, so he pulled himself up and decided to start his day.
You see, he had never been able to get a grip on the idea of corruption. He was an optimist, you know, underneath all that self-depreciating cotton and denim. He thought that people had centers made of golden apple cores deep, deep down, and that time and constant forgiveness were enough to dig that wholesomeness out into the bright sunshiny day, where it could grow up tall to be a human. The only person that had ever been true of was of course Eric, himself though. Eric, who saw himself as a person with a permanent crack split through the middle of him that, despite his very best good intentions, possessed a dark mouth wide enough to swallow up a yellow afternoon. You could see this in his hazel eyes, and hear it in his wry smile; taste it in the sarcastic humor of his unfinished jokes. His heart was a patchwork quilt. Red and brown and yellow, worn ragged with use and stitched back together with scars of black thread...it was funny sometimes how the most damaged people were the most trusting, and that someone who could only ever see the good, could not see it in himself.
Chris stayed motionless as he was laying down in his bed. Despite all apperances he wasn't asleep though merely daydreaming. He thought of the outside, of his family, and of his old life. He dreamed of being free again to once more be with his family and finally see the outside again. This was a common occurrence for Chris nowadays. Despite the bleak conditions he was living in, with all the beatings and tortue that would often leave his body a beaten mess, Chris was a notorious optimist. He always beloved that someday he'd escape, eventually things had to get better right? It was the only thing that kept him sane in this place and he couldn't help but crack a smile at the idea of being free again,no matter how unlikely it really was.
In an instant he was pulled away from his daydreaming as the day began and the guards began to report to their posts. His ears perked up at the sound of them entering the cell block and began conversing with each other. Though these particular guards may not be the cruelest they were still guards, keeping all the mutants in their cages. Chris found his smile contorting into an angry sneer at the very sound of them.
In an instant he was pulled away from his daydreaming as the day began and the guards began to report to their posts. His ears perked up at the sound of them entering the cell block and began conversing with each other. Though these particular guards may not be the cruelest they were still guards, keeping all the mutants in their cages. Chris found his smile contorting into an angry sneer at the very sound of them.
Olek:
Olek crossed his arms, as his eye focused on the guard that was banging on cell bars further down the hall. He could feel rage bubbling under the surface of his calm exterior. The guard was walking away from his post, probably cycling out for another guard. Olek would make an example of him later. Riling up the prisoners wasn't good business, if this guard was going out of his way to make things harder for Olek, that's the way he saw it anyways, he was going to take him down a peg or two. Olek stared him down with his good eye just as a young female guard took position at the same cell as himself. Max Bast, new guard. Must have transferred in from somewhere else. Olek was usually given full access to information on all guards, but the files on Bast were primarily secret. "Morning," she said in a stiff emotionless voice. Olek couldn't glean much notable information from the young woman at first glance.
Olek took a mental note of Bast's greeting whilst narrowing his eye at the guard that had banged on some of the bars. Jenkins was his name, as he walked past Olek, his hand snapped at Jenkins with lightning speed. He pulled Jenkins in with his right hand. His grip was firmly locked around the collar of the guard's body armor. Olek gave him an intense gaze full of anger, Jenkins quickly buckled under Olek's negative reaction towards him. "If you're relaxing or napping when I get off of my shift, there's going to be hell to pay." Olek boomed at him in a rough voice. A single bead of sweat trickled down Jenkins' face.
"Got it?" Olek said calmly. Jenkins nodded his head, slightly shaken by Olek's sudden outrage. Olek let go of the slightly frightened guard and nodded towards him. With that the guard sped away, further down the hall, then proceeded to disappear behind the corner.
As he left, Olek turned his gaze to Bast. His good eye sizing her up. Olek was tired, losing some of his edge for the day. He hadn't been sleeping too well, her features blurred together ever so slightly as a result. He rubbed his left eye, gazing into Bast's light green eyes afterward. He was tempted to ask he how someone so young got into a position such as hers, but he thought better of it. None of my business. "Sleep well Bast?" Olek tried his hand at small talk after he broke his gaze away from Bast's. He was no fan of small talk, but it was a good way to size someone up.
Olek crossed his arms, as his eye focused on the guard that was banging on cell bars further down the hall. He could feel rage bubbling under the surface of his calm exterior. The guard was walking away from his post, probably cycling out for another guard. Olek would make an example of him later. Riling up the prisoners wasn't good business, if this guard was going out of his way to make things harder for Olek, that's the way he saw it anyways, he was going to take him down a peg or two. Olek stared him down with his good eye just as a young female guard took position at the same cell as himself. Max Bast, new guard. Must have transferred in from somewhere else. Olek was usually given full access to information on all guards, but the files on Bast were primarily secret. "Morning," she said in a stiff emotionless voice. Olek couldn't glean much notable information from the young woman at first glance.
Olek took a mental note of Bast's greeting whilst narrowing his eye at the guard that had banged on some of the bars. Jenkins was his name, as he walked past Olek, his hand snapped at Jenkins with lightning speed. He pulled Jenkins in with his right hand. His grip was firmly locked around the collar of the guard's body armor. Olek gave him an intense gaze full of anger, Jenkins quickly buckled under Olek's negative reaction towards him. "If you're relaxing or napping when I get off of my shift, there's going to be hell to pay." Olek boomed at him in a rough voice. A single bead of sweat trickled down Jenkins' face.
"Got it?" Olek said calmly. Jenkins nodded his head, slightly shaken by Olek's sudden outrage. Olek let go of the slightly frightened guard and nodded towards him. With that the guard sped away, further down the hall, then proceeded to disappear behind the corner.
As he left, Olek turned his gaze to Bast. His good eye sizing her up. Olek was tired, losing some of his edge for the day. He hadn't been sleeping too well, her features blurred together ever so slightly as a result. He rubbed his left eye, gazing into Bast's light green eyes afterward. He was tempted to ask he how someone so young got into a position such as hers, but he thought better of it. None of my business. "Sleep well Bast?" Olek tried his hand at small talk after he broke his gaze away from Bast's. He was no fan of small talk, but it was a good way to size someone up.
If you hadn't witnessed the man's tortuous acts of aggression only moments before, you might have thought Olek was just being cruel to a colleague for no discernible reason, but Max had, and she recognized Barrow's anger for what it was...sympathy for the mutated. She recognized it because it she all too familiar with the taste of inconvenient solicitude in her own mouth. "Sleep well Bast?" She snapped back into reality, the reality where she was currently standing right next to this inscrutable megalith of a man with a name that was as ludicrously arcane as his eye patch that could probably hurl her narrow ass through a wall if he felt so inclined. Max simply replied to the question with a disinterested shrug, not sure if she felt entirely up to her usual sarcastic or witty diatribe. "I don't sleep much these days..."
She internally winced, realizing how that statement could be perceived as whinny or petulant when really it was more or less just blatantly honest. It was growing harder and harder not to take this place with her when she laid her head down at night. She tried to hastily backtrack, but got tangled up in her words for fear of being turned in or seen as a sympathizer.
It had been as if she were playing 'how many profane words could she cram into one sentence' so that if he hadn't been able to discern that Max came from prime trailer park stock yet, he should've been able to after that. This cowardice wasn't her, Max was all confidence and ego--even more so since her mutation had taken place, but something about Olek made her feel like slinking off into the rooms darkest corner to hide from that one piercing all seeing eye.
Usually the guard would stay snarling outside Edur's cell for a while, before moving on and doing the same to the poor sap next to her. She curled in to a tighter ball as he walked away, prepared for the loud bangs that she was sure would come.
But the normal hateful noise was replaced by....a mans voice? Curiosity winning over her fear she got up from her cot and inched towards the bars. She wasn't able to see very far down the dreary hallway, but she could make out the cruel guard shrinking under the glare of another. The man, clearly superior to a simple guard like the cruel one, released the guard and Edur had the satisfaction of watching him scamper away.
Edur let out a quiet happy chirp, and focused on the man who was her savior. He didn't seem so much different from the other guard that roamed the halls, but he was the only interesting thing Edur has seen in a while.
After staring at the man for a few seconds she noticed the other guard that had joined him. A woman. The first thing Edur noticed was her hair. She couldn't explain the color if she wanted, but it fascinated Edur. And the way she moved, gazing at the cells that lined the walls, and then leaning her head against the wall in what looked like exasperation.
The two were clearly conversing, although it seemed the woman did more talking. She could hardly make the words out from her cell. A few words graced her ears, the most striking being, "-These kids-" Now Edur wanted nothing more then to be out in the hall, nearer to hear them speak. But the weapons both reminded Edur of the one rule she repeated to herself each night. Those with the guns are stronger. They are the boss.
And Edur wouldn't dare disobey that rule.
But the normal hateful noise was replaced by....a mans voice? Curiosity winning over her fear she got up from her cot and inched towards the bars. She wasn't able to see very far down the dreary hallway, but she could make out the cruel guard shrinking under the glare of another. The man, clearly superior to a simple guard like the cruel one, released the guard and Edur had the satisfaction of watching him scamper away.
Edur let out a quiet happy chirp, and focused on the man who was her savior. He didn't seem so much different from the other guard that roamed the halls, but he was the only interesting thing Edur has seen in a while.
After staring at the man for a few seconds she noticed the other guard that had joined him. A woman. The first thing Edur noticed was her hair. She couldn't explain the color if she wanted, but it fascinated Edur. And the way she moved, gazing at the cells that lined the walls, and then leaning her head against the wall in what looked like exasperation.
The two were clearly conversing, although it seemed the woman did more talking. She could hardly make the words out from her cell. A few words graced her ears, the most striking being, "-These kids-" Now Edur wanted nothing more then to be out in the hall, nearer to hear them speak. But the weapons both reminded Edur of the one rule she repeated to herself each night. Those with the guns are stronger. They are the boss.
And Edur wouldn't dare disobey that rule.
Kisa
Kisa was doing her best not to go through her memories again, and the perfect distraction appeared in the form of two guards. Normally, she would ignore them and just continue living in her head but their conversation seemed to have caught the attention of another mutant... another cat mix... She licked her lips, losing her mind at the thought of being in the same cell as the others.. Her roommates would probably last a day before she ate them.
Focus, her instinct whispered to her, getting her back on track. Kisa continued pacing and ignored the feelings of the cement under her paws, focusing intensely only on what the guards were talking about. It was a blonde female, obviously new and the other one. The older male with the burn scars. She growled low in her throat, doing her best to continue her pacing without dropping to the ground.
((Sorry for short post, school starts today for me))
Dray
He looked up as today’s guard walked up to his cell and stood just off to the side. His scars and demeanor made him look scary. He stood close enough so Dray would know he was there yet placed just right so that no one could get at the weapon he carried. He’d tried it a few times and seen others attempt it. It never ended well and it truly wasn’t worth it to try anymore. He was better off just sitting there and waiting for what happened next.
He wasn’t disappointed as something out of the ordinary happened. The guard made eye contact with him and told him to “stay strong”. Well that’s different… Not many of them spoke to him nicely anymore, a flicker of confusion and curiousness playing across his eyes even though he didn’t outwardly react. It was too contrary to his outward appearance that he was stunned for a few seconds. He almost made him out to be the harsh type, but then again perhaps he was when he needed to be considering Dray currently was no threat to anyone. It seemed like it was going to be an interesting day as yet another guard came; a female headed over, and one of the crueler ones from the other end of the hall, converged in front of his cell.
He decided to just watch what was going to happen since once in a while he could get information and rare occasions extra food for keeping his mouth shut about something. The cruel guard was grabbed by the first, who was obviously his superior by the way he talked and addressed the man who terrorized others. A few choice words in reprimand and the smaller man slinked off quickly.
Dray almost smiled at that, one corner of his mouth rising slightly. Seeing men like that who were sent off with their tails between their legs was always a funny sight and he was followed by chuckles, sneers, and laughs as he left the corridor. The only thing he actually thought was better was when he took one of them down in a training session. He partially wondered why they still bothered with the trainings anymore; perhaps they still believed they could convince him to work for them.
His attention was brought back to the female as she started talking. He didn’t pay much attention to her words though as he couldn’t quite place her tone. She sounded…concerned in a way, almost sad. It didn’t make sense that a guard would feel that way; true some of them were quiet and didn’t beat others without reason, but they never looked sad or tired. Possibly it was the sleep deprivation she had mentioned in the beginning. That had to be it; otherwise she seemed to be the type who would walk through her with a stone cold attitude. Though he saw that in other mutants and knew that meant she could be hiding something.
He watched her closely, his eyes narrowing slightly as he watched her move and talk. She was different and there was something there that he couldn’t place right away. He got up from his place silently and stepped towards the bars, leaning against the wall near the two to listen in. He doubted they would notice him since he made no sound and they weren’t looking in on him. He would stay there either until they noticed or scientists came to get him again.
He looked up as today’s guard walked up to his cell and stood just off to the side. His scars and demeanor made him look scary. He stood close enough so Dray would know he was there yet placed just right so that no one could get at the weapon he carried. He’d tried it a few times and seen others attempt it. It never ended well and it truly wasn’t worth it to try anymore. He was better off just sitting there and waiting for what happened next.
He wasn’t disappointed as something out of the ordinary happened. The guard made eye contact with him and told him to “stay strong”. Well that’s different… Not many of them spoke to him nicely anymore, a flicker of confusion and curiousness playing across his eyes even though he didn’t outwardly react. It was too contrary to his outward appearance that he was stunned for a few seconds. He almost made him out to be the harsh type, but then again perhaps he was when he needed to be considering Dray currently was no threat to anyone. It seemed like it was going to be an interesting day as yet another guard came; a female headed over, and one of the crueler ones from the other end of the hall, converged in front of his cell.
He decided to just watch what was going to happen since once in a while he could get information and rare occasions extra food for keeping his mouth shut about something. The cruel guard was grabbed by the first, who was obviously his superior by the way he talked and addressed the man who terrorized others. A few choice words in reprimand and the smaller man slinked off quickly.
Dray almost smiled at that, one corner of his mouth rising slightly. Seeing men like that who were sent off with their tails between their legs was always a funny sight and he was followed by chuckles, sneers, and laughs as he left the corridor. The only thing he actually thought was better was when he took one of them down in a training session. He partially wondered why they still bothered with the trainings anymore; perhaps they still believed they could convince him to work for them.
His attention was brought back to the female as she started talking. He didn’t pay much attention to her words though as he couldn’t quite place her tone. She sounded…concerned in a way, almost sad. It didn’t make sense that a guard would feel that way; true some of them were quiet and didn’t beat others without reason, but they never looked sad or tired. Possibly it was the sleep deprivation she had mentioned in the beginning. That had to be it; otherwise she seemed to be the type who would walk through her with a stone cold attitude. Though he saw that in other mutants and knew that meant she could be hiding something.
He watched her closely, his eyes narrowing slightly as he watched her move and talk. She was different and there was something there that he couldn’t place right away. He got up from his place silently and stepped towards the bars, leaning against the wall near the two to listen in. He doubted they would notice him since he made no sound and they weren’t looking in on him. He would stay there either until they noticed or scientists came to get him again.
Hawke smiled slightly watching the idiot of a guard run off, a twitch of his lips and little more. He had to squint to see the two who replaced that area of the hall: the male who had reprimanded the first, and a female he didn't recognize. Not that he could really recognize anyone currently, his eyes watered as they were with the pain in his head. He got to his feet, listening closely. Neither of the two were cruel dolts, that much was obvious... There was something in their tones that said they were...nicer. He couldn't think of a better word. But even voices could be deceiving. He rubbed the small tooth he wore around his neck, along with several other "trophies" he had gotten from the games. A leather strap that had used to be on the hood was what held them all in place. He moved closer to the bars, tapping on one quietly, partly to be polite and partly to avoid making his head hurt more.
"'Hoy," He called, using mostly words he learned listening to the guards, "There any possibility we will be getting clothes soon?" A simple enough request, if bold to actually ask. But it would give him more information about these two, based on their response: Why exactly where they here? Where they the sort he could trust, even be friendly to, like the one who had given him his hood? Or were they simply a bit less cruel?
Besides, his clothes were too small once again, even though he was done growing. As though they had very few who were his age or size, and gave those clothes out first. And they were beginning to smell odd, even to his own faulty nose.
"'Hoy," He called, using mostly words he learned listening to the guards, "There any possibility we will be getting clothes soon?" A simple enough request, if bold to actually ask. But it would give him more information about these two, based on their response: Why exactly where they here? Where they the sort he could trust, even be friendly to, like the one who had given him his hood? Or were they simply a bit less cruel?
Besides, his clothes were too small once again, even though he was done growing. As though they had very few who were his age or size, and gave those clothes out first. And they were beginning to smell odd, even to his own faulty nose.
Olek
"I don't sleep much these days..." Those words resonated within the deepest confines of Olek's mind. He was much like Bast in that regard. The job was causing his mind to buckle due to the inner conflicts he had every day. Six or seven years watching children get picked apart would do that to any sane person. Olek's helplessness to the whole situation was always hanging around his neck. He was there to train guards, and track down escapees. He wasn't there to be a hero, he was there to live, he was there for family. Olek shook his head and looked forward for his next assignment. The thrill of the hunt always calmed his mind. It wasn't nearly as troubling as watching caged and broken individuals.
"I mean, it's this gig, you know? I'm sure it's a nice vacation from the jobs you usually pull, or you look like you'd usually pull..." Bast spoke up, her voice pulling him out of his maelstrom of troubled thoughts. She appeared to be slightly flustered after this, she rested the back of her head on the wall and proceeded to lean on it whilst emitting a deep sigh. He gave a small smirk at those words, a sad one at that. He was quick to hide it, he was on duty after all. He couldn't crack a smile without guilty conscience, not in a place like this anyways.
"This would just be a Hell of a lot easier if guy's like that didn't piss all over these kids, you know?" Careful Bast. He thought immediately after Bast acknowledged the prisoners for what they were. That was a dangerous thought to have in this line of work. He gave a slow and courteous nod at this comment. He was in full agreement. Cruelty was sometimes needed on a few rare occasions, but for the most part it was bad business to damage the prisoners when one didn't have to."Fuck, don't get me wrong, I can be a total hard-ass or whatever, but there is no excuse for being a dick, right?" Olek didn't nod this time. He simply gave Bast a lingering gaze before he once again scanned the other cells and the halls with his eye.
"Believe it or not, this is the most difficult job I've ever been charged with." Olek reflected the guilt in Bast's eyes with his own. Lasting for only a few moments, Olek once again proceeded to look around to ensure everything was in order. Speaking in a much lower voice, Olek waited for the camera in the hall to swivel away from the pair. "Try to be careful about who you talk to about stuff like this, the higher ups tend to..... frown upon humane ideals." Olek was the lesser of the two evils, he was by no means a good man. Bast seemed like a good person, he'd do his best to look out for the young lady, in a weird way she reminded him of himself when he was a rookie. He glanced once more at Bast awaiting conformation when a voice a few cells down the hall called out to the two guards.
"There any possibility we will be getting clothes soon?" A simple enough request indeed. Olek's forehead furrowed ever so slightly. He walked over to the cell just out of arms reach. A man with a hood over his head met Olek's gaze. He grumbled as he briefly noted that this one had a heightened sense of hearing. Olek was at a crossroads. He wasn't the laundry boy, he didn't want to risk seeming like a pushover, but at the same time it was a simple request. Olek was hazy on the rest of the details, but he was sure that the man would understand the discretion.
"I'll ask around later tonight." Olek spoke nearly in a whisper after gazing intensely at the young man for a few moments. With that he rubbed the back of his neck, and stalked back to his position next to Bast. His eye constantly trained on the large Jaguar that was letting out a low growl at them. Seemingly unfazed by the large predator stalking about its cell, Olek leaned against the wall, and crossed his arms. "Keep your head down and you'll fit in just fine here Bast."
"I don't sleep much these days..." Those words resonated within the deepest confines of Olek's mind. He was much like Bast in that regard. The job was causing his mind to buckle due to the inner conflicts he had every day. Six or seven years watching children get picked apart would do that to any sane person. Olek's helplessness to the whole situation was always hanging around his neck. He was there to train guards, and track down escapees. He wasn't there to be a hero, he was there to live, he was there for family. Olek shook his head and looked forward for his next assignment. The thrill of the hunt always calmed his mind. It wasn't nearly as troubling as watching caged and broken individuals.
"I mean, it's this gig, you know? I'm sure it's a nice vacation from the jobs you usually pull, or you look like you'd usually pull..." Bast spoke up, her voice pulling him out of his maelstrom of troubled thoughts. She appeared to be slightly flustered after this, she rested the back of her head on the wall and proceeded to lean on it whilst emitting a deep sigh. He gave a small smirk at those words, a sad one at that. He was quick to hide it, he was on duty after all. He couldn't crack a smile without guilty conscience, not in a place like this anyways.
"This would just be a Hell of a lot easier if guy's like that didn't piss all over these kids, you know?" Careful Bast. He thought immediately after Bast acknowledged the prisoners for what they were. That was a dangerous thought to have in this line of work. He gave a slow and courteous nod at this comment. He was in full agreement. Cruelty was sometimes needed on a few rare occasions, but for the most part it was bad business to damage the prisoners when one didn't have to."Fuck, don't get me wrong, I can be a total hard-ass or whatever, but there is no excuse for being a dick, right?" Olek didn't nod this time. He simply gave Bast a lingering gaze before he once again scanned the other cells and the halls with his eye.
"Believe it or not, this is the most difficult job I've ever been charged with." Olek reflected the guilt in Bast's eyes with his own. Lasting for only a few moments, Olek once again proceeded to look around to ensure everything was in order. Speaking in a much lower voice, Olek waited for the camera in the hall to swivel away from the pair. "Try to be careful about who you talk to about stuff like this, the higher ups tend to..... frown upon humane ideals." Olek was the lesser of the two evils, he was by no means a good man. Bast seemed like a good person, he'd do his best to look out for the young lady, in a weird way she reminded him of himself when he was a rookie. He glanced once more at Bast awaiting conformation when a voice a few cells down the hall called out to the two guards.
"There any possibility we will be getting clothes soon?" A simple enough request indeed. Olek's forehead furrowed ever so slightly. He walked over to the cell just out of arms reach. A man with a hood over his head met Olek's gaze. He grumbled as he briefly noted that this one had a heightened sense of hearing. Olek was at a crossroads. He wasn't the laundry boy, he didn't want to risk seeming like a pushover, but at the same time it was a simple request. Olek was hazy on the rest of the details, but he was sure that the man would understand the discretion.
"I'll ask around later tonight." Olek spoke nearly in a whisper after gazing intensely at the young man for a few moments. With that he rubbed the back of his neck, and stalked back to his position next to Bast. His eye constantly trained on the large Jaguar that was letting out a low growl at them. Seemingly unfazed by the large predator stalking about its cell, Olek leaned against the wall, and crossed his arms. "Keep your head down and you'll fit in just fine here Bast."
Kisa
The Man with the burn scars walked by her cell, "Keep your head down and you'll fit in just fine here Bast." Bast? As in the cat goddess? Kisa let out a throaty bark that obviously sounded like laughter. Mocking laughter, to be exact. She began to pace along side her cell getting as close to the female guard as possible. Her tail twitching and her eyes cat like slits signaled her mood. She stopped at the corner of her cell, sat down and glared at the female guard. Let's see if you're worthy of such a name.
With sudden energy Kisa let out a hiss, her ears lay flat against her skull, not thinking of what they'd do to her in response. She was only of taunting the human and hoping she'd balk. If the female guard balked it would give her comfort and pleasure. This was her problem... She liked it when others feared her and she mind if their fear came with a price. She was definitely someone who laughed at limits and didn't care if she got hurt, just as long as she's having fun.
Kisa was about to let out a horrifying snarl when her stomach let out a growl of its own. She huffed, Traitorous stomachs... she pulled away from the guards and continued her pacing, hoping they'd serve lunch soon as her tail was looking quite tasty. That and she had found that her memories rose to the surface when she was least likely to stay in control of herself, which mostly happened when she was hungry.
"Believe it or not, this is the most difficult job I've ever been charged with. Try to be careful about who you talk to about stuff like this, the higher ups tend to..... frown upon humane ideals." Olek responded not unkindly. Max was certainly surprised to say the least to hear that admission from her male counterpart. She assumed he'd be all iron and brick, but instead of rough edges, she was finding softness. Today was definitely shaping up to be an odd day, and it was only half over. She nodded curtly and let the corners of her lips pull up fractionally in good faith before she quickly slipped back into professional mode and resumed her ever tedious watch over the prison cells.
Olek was then suddenly flagged down by one of the aforementioned caged creatures with a reckless abandon, and she had to shake her head at the audacity of it. Perhaps they got so used to the abuse, they no longer feared it, but instead welcomed such things. She was in no position to argue semantics, they could treat whomever however they wanted as long as they weren't breaking any rules...which was a far cry from the Max that she used to know, who lived to go against the grain and defy those would seek to control her. The difference was, now she was responsible for enforcing the rules and things always looked differently when you were on the other side of the fence.
A loud feral hiss sounded from behind her, derailing Max's train of thought with a start, her pupils contracted into cat-like slits and hairs on the back of her neck stood on end. Her hand immediately flew to her side arm, ready to unholster before she realized the feline growl was resounding from behind a set of steel bars. She sighed with relief, tension bleeding out of her shoulders. "Down kitty, it's not nice to scare people." She quietly admonished, arching a golden brow before her eyes returned to their normal state. She traced the sharp contours of her canine's with her tongue before she recognized that the jaguar wasn't still yowling, that it was her stomach that was still protesting. "Must be feeding time, huh?" She asked rhetorically before returning to Olek's side. "Hey, did you get a schedule this morning? I'm not sure what time it is exactly but should they be getting let out of their cages right around now? Or fed?"
Dray
The two guards were pretty interesting. Much better than the three white walls of the cell that he saw every day and the mutants in the hallways that were always there. The changing shifts of people were the only thing that was of any interest to any of them that were there. It was rare that they were allowed to talk to each other and even if they did they probably didn’t have anything to talk about anyways. As far as he knew this was the only life any of them knew; though he had heard talk that some of them came from outside.
Dray’s rambling thoughts came to a halt as one of the others called out; asking about new clothes. It would be nice if they were given some soon. The itching was starting to bother him on the non-scaled areas of skin. At least the guard was civil enough to say he would ask. Not many would do so, instead yelling at them to be quiet and stop asking useless questions.
The caller’s name was Hawke; he and Dray been in these cells for the same amount of time, though he quickly found out that Hawke was older. He did not move his head to look over, since he was still unsure whether Hawke was friend or foe. He had been in the Games so many times Dray didn’t keep count anymore. All he knew was that he didn’t want to be caught in the Games with him. The scientists probably had no more use for him and intended for him to die. Perhaps they will have to scratch that plan… He had been in the Games only a few times and based off of that he could imagine the skills Hawke had.
One of the felines across the way growled and scared the female guard in front of him. He lifted his head slightly to look towards the pacing cat. He figured she had more animal instinct that person; which tended to happen to those who were tested on when they were a bit older. A growl rose from her stomach and his ached in sympathy. They didn’t get food often and they had all probably learned to ignore the pains when they came.
The female then mentioned food, and possibly letting them out of their cages. He let out a short laugh; the first sound he made all day. She must really have been new if she thought she could let any of them out, especially all at once. Even the ones in the cells with him knew that they only got let out a few at a time at most and heavily were guarded. Not that they would try anything, which would result in immediate death, but even that threat didn’t stop all of them.
He shook his head and started walking around in the small room. It was most likely just ignorance that he was observing. That must be it, unless she was searching for ways to get them out; then her cover might be working well under that guise.
His pacing faltered momentarily as he heard more footsteps; more than was needed for food or new clothes. He looked out and watched as a few started dropping food into cells; except his own and Hawke’s. Instead several guards stood at both cells, opening them and pulling them out. One of them went to Olek, ”Early Games today. Feel free to come and watch.”
Dray risked a glance back at Hawke as they brought him out. Well this isn’t good…
The two guards were pretty interesting. Much better than the three white walls of the cell that he saw every day and the mutants in the hallways that were always there. The changing shifts of people were the only thing that was of any interest to any of them that were there. It was rare that they were allowed to talk to each other and even if they did they probably didn’t have anything to talk about anyways. As far as he knew this was the only life any of them knew; though he had heard talk that some of them came from outside.
Dray’s rambling thoughts came to a halt as one of the others called out; asking about new clothes. It would be nice if they were given some soon. The itching was starting to bother him on the non-scaled areas of skin. At least the guard was civil enough to say he would ask. Not many would do so, instead yelling at them to be quiet and stop asking useless questions.
The caller’s name was Hawke; he and Dray been in these cells for the same amount of time, though he quickly found out that Hawke was older. He did not move his head to look over, since he was still unsure whether Hawke was friend or foe. He had been in the Games so many times Dray didn’t keep count anymore. All he knew was that he didn’t want to be caught in the Games with him. The scientists probably had no more use for him and intended for him to die. Perhaps they will have to scratch that plan… He had been in the Games only a few times and based off of that he could imagine the skills Hawke had.
One of the felines across the way growled and scared the female guard in front of him. He lifted his head slightly to look towards the pacing cat. He figured she had more animal instinct that person; which tended to happen to those who were tested on when they were a bit older. A growl rose from her stomach and his ached in sympathy. They didn’t get food often and they had all probably learned to ignore the pains when they came.
The female then mentioned food, and possibly letting them out of their cages. He let out a short laugh; the first sound he made all day. She must really have been new if she thought she could let any of them out, especially all at once. Even the ones in the cells with him knew that they only got let out a few at a time at most and heavily were guarded. Not that they would try anything, which would result in immediate death, but even that threat didn’t stop all of them.
He shook his head and started walking around in the small room. It was most likely just ignorance that he was observing. That must be it, unless she was searching for ways to get them out; then her cover might be working well under that guise.
His pacing faltered momentarily as he heard more footsteps; more than was needed for food or new clothes. He looked out and watched as a few started dropping food into cells; except his own and Hawke’s. Instead several guards stood at both cells, opening them and pulling them out. One of them went to Olek, ”Early Games today. Feel free to come and watch.”
Dray risked a glance back at Hawke as they brought him out. Well this isn’t good…
Edur
Edur liked watching these guards. They still frightened her, but they had a different air about them. Of all the guards Edur had seen come and go, these two had to be her favorite to watch.
Watching them, Edur's attention was drawn to a loud hiss that came from a cell a few down from hers. She pressed her face to the bars to get a better look at the angry mutant.
Edur had seen this mutant few times, but from what she could tell Edur wanted to stay away from her. Shivering from the thought of meeting her in The Games her gray eyes turned back to the guards. The interesting female mentioned food and almost on cue more guards came in and dropped food into almost all the cells.
She ignored it for now, instead watching two mutants being dragged out. One guard turned to the interesting man, telling him that the games would be early today.
Edur whimpered at those words and sent a sympathetic look to the red head who would be forced to participate. She hated The Games, even if she had only been in it a few times. Mutants forced to fight each other, coming back bloody or dead. One day, Edur knew, she'd go into The Games and not come out.
Olek:
Olek stood at attention, once again drifting away to his thoughts. He had a new batch of rookies to show the ropes. He'd probably do some hand-to-hand training after this. After that he'd probably head back to the barracks, get some shut eye. Jenkins was going to sleep on the floor tonight. Olek couldn't wait to tell him. He almost chuckled thinking about it. Bast had an exchange of words with the large cat in one of the near by cells. He was pretty proud of how she handled it. His interest was peaked for a few moments, but proceeded to be swept away by his disinterested demeanor.
He continued his stalwart scanning of the halls. After a few moments Bast spoke up again. "Hey, did you get a schedule this morning? I'm not sure what time it is exactly but should they be getting let out of their cages right around now? Or fed?" Olek shook his head and was just about to explain what the correct procedure was when a pair of guards approached. Olek closed his mouth and eyed them both.
”Early Games today. Feel free to come and watch.” The one in front of him spoke as they marched to respective prisoners out of their cells. Olek raised his left eye brow. Calmly Olek looked at the one with red hair, then the one with the hood. He looked back at the guards and gave a grunt of approval and waved them off. Olek made no move to follow them. He was going to stay and watch over the prisoners. He looked over at Bast for a few moments wondering if she would go watch the 'games'. Olek personally didn't watch any of them. He did his job, nothing more. He was rarely ever stationed at the games. He only went when they were short on guards. True it was important to see what the prisoners were capable of, but Olek preferred to spend his time elsewhere.
Today's shaping up to be a long day. Olek understood the purpose of the 'games,' but it was very brutish for a coalition of scientists to implement. There had to be more effective ways to observe combat effectiveness. Either way Olek wasn't paid to think. He was paid to watch and act when necessary.
Olek stood at attention, once again drifting away to his thoughts. He had a new batch of rookies to show the ropes. He'd probably do some hand-to-hand training after this. After that he'd probably head back to the barracks, get some shut eye. Jenkins was going to sleep on the floor tonight. Olek couldn't wait to tell him. He almost chuckled thinking about it. Bast had an exchange of words with the large cat in one of the near by cells. He was pretty proud of how she handled it. His interest was peaked for a few moments, but proceeded to be swept away by his disinterested demeanor.
He continued his stalwart scanning of the halls. After a few moments Bast spoke up again. "Hey, did you get a schedule this morning? I'm not sure what time it is exactly but should they be getting let out of their cages right around now? Or fed?" Olek shook his head and was just about to explain what the correct procedure was when a pair of guards approached. Olek closed his mouth and eyed them both.
”Early Games today. Feel free to come and watch.” The one in front of him spoke as they marched to respective prisoners out of their cells. Olek raised his left eye brow. Calmly Olek looked at the one with red hair, then the one with the hood. He looked back at the guards and gave a grunt of approval and waved them off. Olek made no move to follow them. He was going to stay and watch over the prisoners. He looked over at Bast for a few moments wondering if she would go watch the 'games'. Olek personally didn't watch any of them. He did his job, nothing more. He was rarely ever stationed at the games. He only went when they were short on guards. True it was important to see what the prisoners were capable of, but Olek preferred to spend his time elsewhere.
Today's shaping up to be a long day. Olek understood the purpose of the 'games,' but it was very brutish for a coalition of scientists to implement. There had to be more effective ways to observe combat effectiveness. Either way Olek wasn't paid to think. He was paid to watch and act when necessary.
Hawke's cheerful mood at finding kinder, more sympathetic guards, ones who cared (to some extent at least) was ruined as he listened to food being passed out. Instead of a tray being brought in, his door was opened. He knew before he was hefted to his feet and dragged along like the drowsy thing related to birds they believed him to be: The Games had come early, and it was his turn again. He pulled off his hood with his free hand, glowering at the guard. This wasn't Hawke the prisoner, not as they led him out. The man that spoke was one just shy of a killer.
"I know the way, and that stupid speech about us running being helpless. Let go of my arm. Now." He growled every word, each syllable a heartless snarl that made his own bones go cold. He couldn't allow himself to feel. Not now. There was something odd about this Games. He hadn't done anything to piss anyone off-- this time. Dray, the other they dragged down the hall, was also pretty quiet from what he could tell. Neither had spoken, but if rumor was anything, this kid was as dangerous as Hawke was. Perhaps more.
With an annoyed growl at the guard who still hadn't let go, he dragged the fool along, his senses dead to the punch that struck his side. He moved closer to the other mutant. Whether to size him up or try and make an ally of him, he hadn't decided yet. "Wonder who pissed them off. They're at least two weeks early..." He spoke softly, his voice still so angry it was dead. Still holding the hood, he rubbed at the homemade necklace unconsciously. Something isn't right... Who do they want dead...? That was the only reason he could think of for the Games to be held this early. What could be so dangerous that they wanted to kill it before it became a threat to the Scientists?
"I know the way, and that stupid speech about us running being helpless. Let go of my arm. Now." He growled every word, each syllable a heartless snarl that made his own bones go cold. He couldn't allow himself to feel. Not now. There was something odd about this Games. He hadn't done anything to piss anyone off-- this time. Dray, the other they dragged down the hall, was also pretty quiet from what he could tell. Neither had spoken, but if rumor was anything, this kid was as dangerous as Hawke was. Perhaps more.
With an annoyed growl at the guard who still hadn't let go, he dragged the fool along, his senses dead to the punch that struck his side. He moved closer to the other mutant. Whether to size him up or try and make an ally of him, he hadn't decided yet. "Wonder who pissed them off. They're at least two weeks early..." He spoke softly, his voice still so angry it was dead. Still holding the hood, he rubbed at the homemade necklace unconsciously. Something isn't right... Who do they want dead...? That was the only reason he could think of for the Games to be held this early. What could be so dangerous that they wanted to kill it before it became a threat to the Scientists?
Chris Sat by the bars of his cells making absolutely sure to keep an eye on the two guards, most of them couldn't be trusted and he liked to stay alert whenever they were about. Which was pretty much all the time. He listened to them talk carefully, and what he heard left him pleasantly surprised and a tad confused. As they spoke they seemed kinder, and gentler then most of the other guards and they even came to the defense of one of the other mutants! These two seemed to have the decency to treat the other mutants with something that resembled either common decency or pity. He couldn't quiet tell which though. These two were certainly unique as far as other guards went. Chris decided that he would still keep a cautious eye on them but he'd be sure to treat them with far more respect than the others.
Chris smiled and gave a sigh of relief when food was finally brought into the cells. He had smelt the food as soon as the guards had stepped foot into the cells. When they came to his cell and left the food he practically jumped at it! He was starving, though the slope that they were usually fed was far from appetizing, it was still food and they didn't get fed enough as it was so he made sure to enjoy what he had. As he was eating however more guards passed by his cell this time leading away two mutants. It must be time for the Games. He looked at the two who were meant to fight each other, Dray and Hawk. He didn't know much about Dray other than him being extremely quiet. Hawk however he had heard of and if what he heard was true than Dray would have a tough time ahead of him. Chris felt rather bad for both Dray and hawk though he was far more relieved that he wasn't chosen to fight in the next game. He looked at both the mutants as they passed with worried eyes, he hoped at least one of them would be okay, though that wasn't very likely. "Good luck." He made sure to speak soft enough that the gaurds wouldn't hear him but he was certain at least one of the other mutants would. Most of them had stronger hearing than normal humans and he was very aware that Hawk's hearing was extremely potent.
Chris smiled and gave a sigh of relief when food was finally brought into the cells. He had smelt the food as soon as the guards had stepped foot into the cells. When they came to his cell and left the food he practically jumped at it! He was starving, though the slope that they were usually fed was far from appetizing, it was still food and they didn't get fed enough as it was so he made sure to enjoy what he had. As he was eating however more guards passed by his cell this time leading away two mutants. It must be time for the Games. He looked at the two who were meant to fight each other, Dray and Hawk. He didn't know much about Dray other than him being extremely quiet. Hawk however he had heard of and if what he heard was true than Dray would have a tough time ahead of him. Chris felt rather bad for both Dray and hawk though he was far more relieved that he wasn't chosen to fight in the next game. He looked at both the mutants as they passed with worried eyes, he hoped at least one of them would be okay, though that wasn't very likely. "Good luck." He made sure to speak soft enough that the gaurds wouldn't hear him but he was certain at least one of the other mutants would. Most of them had stronger hearing than normal humans and he was very aware that Hawk's hearing was extremely potent.
"Early Games today. Feel free to come and watch.” Max's stomach rolled. She had had the displeasure of baring witness to these brutal displays of combat study already. It made her sick. There had to be other ways to collect data, to study the predatory effectiveness of the mutants, right?
The poor pitiful souls that were hauled from their holding cells hardly protested, only mildly irritated it seemed. For these creatures, this never ended unless it ended in death. Their agony always eventually numbed and all the tortures became mundane. They started to laugh at their captors, which pushed the scientists and guards to invent new games to play with them, but the mutants never were impressed. Arguably the worst part of their existence had to be the boredom, the pain became so unreal, but the routine was always the same. Max believed that was the genius of the torture, the repetition of it. It must of been like waiting in line and every time they made it to the front, they got thrown to the back like a domino.
Max turned to Olek and grimaced. "I'm going to go...watch." She confessed, nerves rattled but maintaining her composure. "They might need an extra set of hands if any of these guy's try something...it can get pretty violent-they panic and-" She let her words trail off into implication, he knew the lengths some of these mutants might go to to try and escape, to avoid their inevitable death. Anyone would, human and mutant alike.
Kisa
There were things going on around her, and yet, Kisa could only think of food. She was drooling by the time they got to her cell, and... Finally! Unperturbed by the sight of dead fish, mixed in with... Leftover Mutant parts? She hesitated when she saw the human hand and what look looked to be the head of a mutated head of a bird. She was frozen only for a second, and yet, the battle in her head felt like it took forever. In the end, the hungry jaguar won.
She forcibly let go of her humanity, embracing the predator side of herself and threw herself at the pile of food. She tore it apart, scattering the fish in her cell, and ate the smaller fish whole, gulping them down. In not time at all, the fish--and the mutant parts-- was gone. She licked her lips, and her skin seemed to move like a ripple in the water and then her fur fell off in clumps and patches to reveal human skin. Her skull, shoulders and hips, cracking as if breaking. This was the part when she moaned in agony, feeling the pain of her skeleton changing, her bones breaking themselves apart to reattach at certain places, shrinking and twisting themselves to form her human skeleton. Her muscles either tearing or shrinking, both actions causing her to moan a bit louder. The transformation from Jaguar to Human, hurt more than it did to change from Human to Jaguar... and it always took longer.
When the transformation ended, Kisa was naked and cold. She didn't mind it, and she didn't care. It was something she got over along time ago, but still, without a fur coat she quickly changed into her clothes.
When that was done, she realized that she felt satisfied... for the moment... She growled at herself for deciding to go human, as she just noticed that Dray and Hawke were being taken to the arena for the Games. Being in her weakest form while the games were going on, was definitely NOT a comforting idea. Despite that, she stayed in her human form and continued her pacing.
Dray
He frowned slightly as he was jostled down the hallway, the guard’s grip too tight and unnecessary. He let out an inhuman growl at the man and he loosened only slightly. There wasn’t really much of a point to resisting, all of them had weapons and all he had were his fists. He guessed Hawke’s thinking wasn’t along the same lines as he began dragging his guard along with him. The taller male came up next to him, ”Wonder who pissed them off. They’re at least two weeks early…” He shrugged in response.
There were only a few reasons that they would reschedule the Games. One of the mutants pissed them off or an experiment went wrong and whoever they were going to face was too deadly to be left alive. If the later were true then what ever happened must require them to use, and sacrifice, some of their strongest inhabitants. Considering neither of them had gone through experiments recently perhaps he or Hawke pissed someone off. It was possible, Hawke always talking out at the guards, asking things, talking back; and him in training, beating up the guards, taking down some of their best. Maybe I am the one they don’t want left alive…. It’s quite possible he had improved enough but because he was not loyal they had no more use for him.
If that was the case then Hawke was the instrument of his demise. By the sound of his voice he was probably already sizing him up, determining how we would best kill him. Dray wasn’t going to go down without a fight, for now he would let him think he was prey. Hawke was old by Lab standards anyway; he probably wanted out of here more than he did. He would give that to him, find his weaknesses early then strike him down; he wouldn’t let the Lab get rid of him so easily.
He kept his demeanor small as they headed down into the holding cells that opened into the large pit. He kept his gaze fleeting, and nervous, Hopefully he thinks I’ll be an easy target…go for me last and give me time to watch…
He heard the door slam shut and click to signal it was locked. He could already hear the yelling and jeering of the guards that had come to watch. Nearly everyone would be here. Most areas were left unsecured and even most of the scientists came so they could observe the winner’s tactics and abilities and figure out how to improve mutants that are similar to the losers’. It would only be a few minutes now. All he had to do was wait for the barred door to slide open. He could already feel his hands shifting. The bones elongating and thickening into large clawed hands covered in red scales.
He frowned slightly as he was jostled down the hallway, the guard’s grip too tight and unnecessary. He let out an inhuman growl at the man and he loosened only slightly. There wasn’t really much of a point to resisting, all of them had weapons and all he had were his fists. He guessed Hawke’s thinking wasn’t along the same lines as he began dragging his guard along with him. The taller male came up next to him, ”Wonder who pissed them off. They’re at least two weeks early…” He shrugged in response.
There were only a few reasons that they would reschedule the Games. One of the mutants pissed them off or an experiment went wrong and whoever they were going to face was too deadly to be left alive. If the later were true then what ever happened must require them to use, and sacrifice, some of their strongest inhabitants. Considering neither of them had gone through experiments recently perhaps he or Hawke pissed someone off. It was possible, Hawke always talking out at the guards, asking things, talking back; and him in training, beating up the guards, taking down some of their best. Maybe I am the one they don’t want left alive…. It’s quite possible he had improved enough but because he was not loyal they had no more use for him.
If that was the case then Hawke was the instrument of his demise. By the sound of his voice he was probably already sizing him up, determining how we would best kill him. Dray wasn’t going to go down without a fight, for now he would let him think he was prey. Hawke was old by Lab standards anyway; he probably wanted out of here more than he did. He would give that to him, find his weaknesses early then strike him down; he wouldn’t let the Lab get rid of him so easily.
He kept his demeanor small as they headed down into the holding cells that opened into the large pit. He kept his gaze fleeting, and nervous, Hopefully he thinks I’ll be an easy target…go for me last and give me time to watch…
He heard the door slam shut and click to signal it was locked. He could already hear the yelling and jeering of the guards that had come to watch. Nearly everyone would be here. Most areas were left unsecured and even most of the scientists came so they could observe the winner’s tactics and abilities and figure out how to improve mutants that are similar to the losers’. It would only be a few minutes now. All he had to do was wait for the barred door to slide open. He could already feel his hands shifting. The bones elongating and thickening into large clawed hands covered in red scales.
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Dax Crayton
"There are too many strays, now I have to use one of them to get the rest."
Kyra
"Don't worry, I don't bite... much."
Oren Holmes
"That's an awful waste. We could have used him."
Aramay
"It could be worse. Right?"
Aileen Tracey
"Look, you. I couldn't care less whether or not you're human. You're hurting? I'll do what I can. You try to hurt me? Let's just say I don't repair damage I cause."
Chris Baxter
There's no sense in mopping around all the time, things will get better eventually.
Dray
...Don't cross me...
Kisa
"Jaguars and tigers are very different creatures..."
Edur
'We can...get out?'
Olek Barrow
"Honor above all else."
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Chris Baxter
There's no sense in mopping around all the time, things will get better eventually.
Kisa
"Jaguars and tigers are very different creatures..."
Dax Crayton
"There are too many strays, now I have to use one of them to get the rest."
Dray
...Don't cross me...
Gavin (Now Hawke)
The Forest Speaks, to those who have the ability to listen....
Oren Holmes
"That's an awful waste. We could have used him."
Aileen Tracey
"Look, you. I couldn't care less whether or not you're human. You're hurting? I'll do what I can. You try to hurt me? Let's just say I don't repair damage I cause."
Kyra
"Don't worry, I don't bite... much."
Edur
'We can...get out?'
Aramay
"It could be worse. Right?"
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"There are too many strays, now I have to use one of them to get the rest."
Edur
'We can...get out?'
Kisa
"Jaguars and tigers are very different creatures..."
Kyra
"Don't worry, I don't bite... much."
Aileen Tracey
"Look, you. I couldn't care less whether or not you're human. You're hurting? I'll do what I can. You try to hurt me? Let's just say I don't repair damage I cause."
Dray
...Don't cross me...
Chris Baxter
There's no sense in mopping around all the time, things will get better eventually.
Aramay
"It could be worse. Right?"
Oren Holmes
"That's an awful waste. We could have used him."
Olek Barrow
"Honor above all else."
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Ahhh, I just posted, and maybe it's a long shot that anyone else will post too, and then this RP will come back to life but... I just felt a bit nostalgic and was re-reading all the RPs I had taken part of and just thought, just maybe this one could be resurrected even though it's been over a year since anyone posted...
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In case you are wondering. Holmes IS up for grabs as the group's new punching ba-I mean helper if they can get to him soon enough. Maybe that'll help make up for the slowdown that I partly blame myself for contributing to ahahahahaha!
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Yeahhhhhh I feel like the sooner something happens to cause a ruckus in the bathroom the sooner it gives something for the others to do. I'm cooking up something that will hopefully help give something that will make it easier for the others to jump in.
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I'm still here, unsure if posting for Kisa would be a great idea at the moment....
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Im still here to. I was kinda worried about this so I'm glad to see at least some people are still around.
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I have enough to work with, I have the drive to make a post, I even have Autumn talking with me, and I have the time to make a post. But when I go to do that I stare at the screen as if there is a disconnect between my mind and my hands. Of course that is past two weeks or so. Now for past few days I have been battling with my computer to make it stay connected to WiFi and losing badly. I am saying this here only by using my tablet which does not make doing websites easier since screen is small.
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Things seem to be completely slowing down again. I will see if I can post soon to have something so that the others can get involved if they like.
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Wow seems like I missed a lot, but glad everyone is posting again and things are moving. I had planned on writing a post on Friday but got caught up and had to pack for a retreat over the weekend (which is why I was MIA for the past two days). But I should have post up by tonight after I finish my philosophy reading. 0.o
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@ Ara, re: EDIT--fine with me if he sneaks in, pm/im me though so we can work things out there :)
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Its fine Blue. I actually wrote my last post at 3 a.m. before I had to get up for Macroeconomics class so I don't know if it even makes sense. I was actually going to edit some of it because I was thinking about it today and realized I forgot/may have messed up a couple things myself.
Edit: I'm not sure if I'm going to have Ara try to leave the house or Holmes sneak in to help her. More likely the latter since she's gotten so weak.
Edit: I'm not sure if I'm going to have Ara try to leave the house or Holmes sneak in to help her. More likely the latter since she's gotten so weak.
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Hey guys just so you know I'm not going to be able to post until at least tomorrow. I was going to try and write out a post after classes today but i kinda ended up getting sick and I can barely think staight right now so I won't be able to get a psot up until at least tomorrow.
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It's Kyra. I fixed the names just now and so sorry. I had been planning to write both posts for the sisters but changed it at the last second. :)
And Kisa is in the kitchen, totally pigging out.
And Kisa is in the kitchen, totally pigging out.
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I'm confused. Who was on the roof and who came in. Because at first it sounded like Kyra but it was...Kisa? Then the next post involving them I felt like the two characters got switched. Are either of them outside at this point? I've read both posts 10 times and I'm still befuddled.