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Re: Classified: A 1x1 RP (Royalburden & Aramay ONLY please)

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Abrams came back five hours later, after Jack had been escorted out of his cell by two new guards and his room searched and cleared. They found at least five dead lab rats hidden in a hole next to the sink and a live one lost in the bundle of blankets on his bed. He'd been stealing them during his unguarded night walks, teasing them and keeping them alive for a few days at a time before either strangling and eating them or snapping their necks between his fingers

Twisted snake man aside, Abrams had arrived to release Rain from her torment. He entered her cell and looked over Aramay. He carried with him refills for the IV fluids "Goodness....her skin...Rain why don't you put your report on record and rest, we'll look over it once we get things set up. Have one of the lab assistants come down here with a specimen container and a blood kit I want her skin and blood tested at a genetic level to see how far all this has progressed. You have the next five hours to do as you please."

Abrams went on to check Aramay's vitals to make sure she had stabilized some and hooked up the fluids to the IV pump before sitting down in Rain's place next to Aramay's bed.

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Re: Classified: A 1x1 RP (Royalburden & Aramay ONLY please)

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Rain looked at Abrams as if she needed to say something. But she couldn't think of anything. It was pretty straight forward at what they both saw. Whatever he missed was already covered by her report. She walks towards the door. Just before she leaves she pauses, "I was going to have her clothes removed, but I'm worried what would happen if they've adhered to her skin due to her perspiration. I don't know if it'll be better or worse to wait for her to dry off first." Everything she had written down was placed next to Abrams for him to look over. She planned to get some coffee. The idea of eating was out of the question.

She felt dead on her feet while making her way back, putting a request in with the laboratory technicians. The room that she was provided was simple. Given to her since she practically lived there. Much more convenient to stay close to her work rather than having to take time out of her day to drive there. The simple fruit salad with a juice and coffee couldn't sit in her stomach for more than a few minutes. Past the threshold and into the bathroom she wretched her guts out longer than it took for her to eat. She knew there would be difficulties. This was not a complication that she was prepared for. Correction, these complications already far exceeded what she had expected. Her usual routines were cast aside. She instead lay herself out on the bed, still fully clothed. She expected herself to fall asleep soon as she hit the bed. It was only a few minutes and her eyes opened again. Rain stared up at the ceiling. She could swear she still felt her hand moving to pencil down more notes.

The lab techs came in and were taken back for a few moments. They had to remind themselves what they were there for. It was easy to to collect blood samples. Aramay did nothing to stop them in that regard. After the necessary replacements were made there was no questioning her compliance. On the other hand, once they moved on to get the skin samples, they weren't sure how to go about it. Scrapping away the upper layers, easy, but it didn't guarantee a good sample. One of them opted to try for a fresher one. Once the scalpel touched her skin she sprung to life shoving the tech back. The skirmish stopped as quickly as it started with Aramay cradling her arm atop the cot. Guards came in hearing the short scuffle to subdue her. "It's okay I got it. Just, pushed a little too hard I guess." He didn't want to have her tackled for taking her unresponsive state for granted. The other tech tried to treat her but she wouldn't have any of it.

Even with her little tantrum her heart rate came back down quickly and checked out normal. And with the second round she showed further signs of improvement. Her blank stare breaking down; her eyes still trained down but they were now beginning to actively focus.

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Re: Classified: A 1x1 RP (Royalburden & Aramay ONLY please)

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Abrams sat down in the seat next to Aramay's cot and examined Rain's notes and for a while he seemed frozen there, reading.Once he digested the things that had gone on while he had been gone earlier he looked to Aramay. Abrams was reluctant to strip her himself but he could at least get her out of her jacket and shoes...if Aramay cooperated. He stood next to her and spoke, "Look, I know you're in alot of pain and the last thing you want is to accept my help but you're no good to me unless you stay in relatively good condition. I'm going to get you out of those clothes IF you cooperate. You'll feel alot better without all that cloth rubbing you raw."

Abrams hesitated, waiting perhaps for a nod or some kind of signal of understanding. Whether he got it or not he went on to gingerly help Aramay to sit up with her legs off the edge of the bed and carefully maneuver her jacket off. He had to turn the clamp for the IV drip and disconnect it from the bit leading into her arm in order to get her sleeve off on that one side, but the type of IV they put in her was designed for an easy switch like that without requiring a whole new injection site. Abrams considered getting her out of her shirt as well simply to relieve her a bit more but he hadn't brought a clean shirt with him and it didn't settle right with him to leave her there in nothing but her bra. Abrams laid her back down then went on to remove her shoes and socks. It took everything in him to stomach the sheer repulsiveness of the situation.

The lab techs he had called for arrived and attempted to do their thing. The blood sample seemed an easy process but of course the skin sample was a bit harder to retrieve. Eventually the lab techs left again and Abrams continued to keep tabs on her vitals every thirty minutes.

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Re: Classified: A 1x1 RP (Royalburden & Aramay ONLY please)

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It was quiet the entire time allowing Abrams to go over the notes without interruption. They were both so still that they looked frozen in time to anyone who might look in. Abrams would see that she was staring at him. Displeased was a gross understatement of the expression that was locked on her face. Every bit of energy that she had gotten back couldn't simply be wasted on fighting with him. She had more than enough to show her displeasure, no her loathing for what he had done. For keeping her there against her will. For even thinking that it was a good idea to take a job recommended by her father. How would he know if it was legitimate or not? He wouldn't.

Abrams would have to wait a bit before Aramay finally gave in to his help. She still did it with extreme hesitance daring to show a hint of gratefulness. A hostage doesn't show appreciation to their kidnapper. He was right, she was being rubbed raw. That's why she was sitting so still. Like a stubborn infant doing nothing to help the parent she did almost nothing to assist the doctor. Once he started pulling on her sleeve it was quick to tell that she couldn't really help if she wanted. Moving in any direction pulled on her skin, fabric pushing and pulling with a texture that may as well have been sandpaper against a sunburn. The medication dulled the pain by only so much.

The jacket sleeves were snug and a little tricky to remove. Her shoes were two sizes too small. The shoelaces had to be completely loosened in order for them to be removed. The socks were soaked through; thin, wide patches of skin clung to the cotton as they were pulled off inside out. Her toes were red and puffy from irritation. She didn't just feel like a hostage, but a burn victim as well. She looked stiff laying on her back. Same would be true no matter the position she would have chosen to take. A trickle of joy could be felt; seeing Dr. Abrams look sick. The joy wouldn't last. If he had done this before...

There was nothing that she could do but lay there. Trying to move would only make her feel sick and cause her discomfort. The relief only came when she allowed herself to fall back to sleep again. For several hours things were uneventful. The only changes happened outside of the room. Jack was brought back from solitary and put back into his original cell after serving out his punishment. Rain looked like she didn't sleep very well when it was her shift again. She would be relieved to find that nothing significant happened since she had left. The only dreams she had were filled with nothing but fears of what would happen. Things were so quiet that Rain inevitably fell asleep in her chair. The puffiness in Aramay's fingers and toes grew worse. Interestingly enough the redness on her skin did recede. Which didn't make sense if it was simply inflammation. The swelling would have lessened as well. Her old skin lost its color, becoming ashy and uncomfortably itchy.

Aramay would awaken with her skin twitching. Her body's way of trying to get her attention so that she would scratch and remove the offending irritant. She expected the same pain as she did before so she paused before her nails pressed against her skin which had dried during the time that she was asleep. It explained why the itching was becoming obnoxiously uncomfortable. Wiping at her arm, flecks of skin brushed off to reveal more dry skin underneath. Splits in the skin had formed then healed; giving her an almost scaled appearance. It was so bothersome that she didn't notice that she could sit up without issue or difficulty. The weakness that she had now was only slight in comparison. Rain was still asleep and it was about an hour before Abrams would take over.

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Re: Classified: A 1x1 RP (Royalburden & Aramay ONLY please)

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Jack paced in his cell slowly, his bare feet hitting the ground without a sound, heel to toe in a repetitive pattern, he listened to the clock tick on in the hall and every few seconds the tip of his tongue would peek out between his lips as if he where licking them. He seemed deep in thought and in a good mood. Occupied, that's the way the guards liked him. When he was occupied he was a lot less likely to cause them or any of the other shifters grief.

Suddenly, Jack was nowhere to be seen.

During their inspection of Jack's cell they had scoured the room for material items. Rodent bones and keys to rooms that where off limits. They checked his bed mattress with extreme prejudice but somehow missed the small gap between the chunks of painted white concrete through which the tip of a vibrant green tail just recently disappeared. Jack entered Aramay's cell via the loose vent behind Rain's chair. He slid to the floor without a sound, his forked tongue flicking through the air comically as his beady little eyes stared. He slipped past Rain's feet and raised his small triangular head, he transformed back into a man and watched Aramay brush off her layer of dead skin, pensively. "It feels better, doesn't it to have that dead skin just fall off......like a bad memory..."

He wandered over to the far corner of her cell and sat down at an angle to avoid giving her a full view of his unmentionables. It wasn't too big of a deal to him as he felt no shame in the matter but being on her turf he decided to play by her civil rules for the time being. Until he figured out what she was...

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Re: Classified: A 1x1 RP (Royalburden & Aramay ONLY please)

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The grogginess that filled her head made it hard for any thoughts to come through. Like how she could find a way out of the room if someone was already in there. There was a high chance that the door was unlocked. Then there were the guards. She could try to take the researcher hostage or simply get a head start by taking off down the hall as fast as she could. That would work if she could depend on her legs not giving out on her. This was all out of the question thanks to the medication they gave her to ease her suffering. Now it just tormented her by dulling her thoughts and senses to a near drunken stupor.

What did get a rise out of her was suddenly seeing a completely naked man sitting right in front of her. She bolted back against the wall. It felt dizzying-ly fast when she actually wasn't moving very quickly creating a very light thud sound. Her eyes focused completely on him. At first to see if she was hallucinating or if he was indeed real. Blinking slowly was a side effect of the drugs but she couldn't deny that he was there clear as day. She watched him backtrack towards the back of the room. The relief was only slight as it still meant that there was a nude man in the room with her.

She looked over at Rain to see if she was awake. The exhaustion in the woman's face and unflinching stupor. It was going to take more than a whisper to wake her up. Aramay could just scream and alert her and the guards. Though the fear of what an unclothed man was capable of if startled gripped her more tightly. Her head tilts slightly when she focused more on his eyes. The same green eyes that she saw on the man she saw before, during her weakened state. She reminded herself what he said only moments ago. His words weren't threatening, but inquisitive. And he made it a point to keep his distance. "What." She whispers looking again at Rain that back. "What are you doing here?" She twitched feeling an uncontrollable pang to scratch her shoulder to which she was forced to alleviate. The flecks of skin crumbled down her back and chest underneath her shirt which only encouraged her to scratch more. Her toes curled in frustration. The old skin was splitting at the wrist and around her fingers as she scratched. Rubbing her wrists together it alleviated the itching in one area but it grew worse in another such as her elbows and sides.

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Re: Classified: A 1x1 RP (Royalburden & Aramay ONLY please)

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Jack smiled up at her. It was a strange smile, it didn't quite reach the hearts of his eyes. It was a strange wistful gaze something like the way one would smile at a masterpiece, or a friend they hadn't seen in years. He wondered if this woman was whom he waited for in his cage for for so many months. He stood again. "Here...allow me...." He went over to the IV to clamp close the drip with the pain medication in it. "That should help you...think clearly."

"I wanted to extend my welcome....you're...a very important guest here..." Jack scratched the edge of his jaw and tasted the air again subconsciously. He spoke in very hushed tones that one would think was in response to Rain sleeping right there, but chances are he'd speak that way whether she was there or not. "I'm Jack. A shifter....and unlike these guys...I'm not here to hurt you. I have no weapons...to speak of....no needles...the only weapon I have is my own strength and my bite, which isn't as bad as people say. In any case...I have no intention of using them, I simply want to get to know you, and maybe teach you something about what you're turning into."

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Re: Classified: A 1x1 RP (Royalburden & Aramay ONLY please)

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This man was not someone that she would want to trust. His little gesture to help clear her head did nothing to help change her mind either. And that smile, was just as out of place as he was. "How did you get in here?" Her throat was dry making her voice slightly raspy. It would still take a half hour for the medication to wear off. Aramay didn't want to know how he got here, to this point and why. Chances were it would only make things worse for her.

"I feel like a prisoner here." Her eyes squint slightly at his odd behavior. His tongue flicking out of his mouth as if to lick his lips. "If I remember correctly you're supposed to be in another room...how did you get out?"

His response to who...what he was. What he said in general confused her. All the more reason for her to question his sanity. She started looking more at Rain. Not just for contemplating waking her to get him away from her but also to see whether she was going to wake up or not, or when. She was starting to tune out what he was saying till towards the end. "What was that last bit, what do you mean?" Her eyes cleared up to focus more intently on him. It didn't matter how crazy he was, sometimes a mad man's ramblings did have a seed of truth.

Rain stirred in her sleep, apparently dreaming about something.

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Re: Classified: A 1x1 RP (Royalburden & Aramay ONLY please)

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"How did you get in here?"

Jack simply smiled at her questions, "As I said before, I'm a shifter, a python to be more specific. I can fit into much smaller spaces than they give me credit for. I'm much...[i]smarter[\i] than they give me credit for, because I am more evolved than them. You will be too when they're finished with you. They're making you into something greater than you've ever been. Faster, stronger, more wild. You might not like it now while the changes tear your body apart but once you rise from the pieces I think you'll start to see what I'm talking about. These people think they can analyze and control....but you and I both know that you can't control what you don't understand. That's why you're here and it's why I'm in here. Soon you'll figure out you can just as soon as be out there, but not without me."

Jack paced while he talked, slowly back and forth along the far side of her cell, he stopped short when Rain stirred and tasted the air, his vibrant green eyes locked on her.

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Re: Classified: A 1x1 RP (Royalburden & Aramay ONLY please)

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Whatever sliver of credit she was ready to give to him went completely out the window after he opened his mouth to speak again. As far as she was concerned it was all bullshit. Creative lies from a neurotic psychopath. All he did was pat himself on the back for being able to sneak around with his junk out and drive the staffing up the wall over his disappearing acts. He was a snake alright and all she heard were words that mocked her and the helplessness she felt made them all the more jabbing. Her silence broke once he was finished musing around, basking in the brilliance of his own words that he must have spent some time reciting to himself in hopes of being able to speak them in front of someone else. "You're a FUCKING liar." It wasn't towards any statement in particular but at his words as a whole. Even if the onloy truth was that the shit they gave her would eventually tear her apart, be it physically or mentally, to become more like him, She would still deny it out of sheer fear.

Her words were a little too loud. Rain was startled awake but her first reaction was to look at Aramay. At first she thought the girl was talking in her sleep but she appeared wide awake and very aggitated. After a pause she started to trace her line of sight towards where she was looking...

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Re: Classified: A 1x1 RP (Royalburden & Aramay ONLY please)

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Jack's temperament changed with no warning at all. In the time it takes for a snake to strike he lunged at her and gripped her throat in a steel grasp, the momentum caused Aramay's head to hit the wall her cot was up against. "We'll see that won't we when your very bones tear you inside out, you'll be coming to me in the end." His tone was as smooth and as calm as it ever was, his breath wasn't even heavy even as his grip trembled it was on with such force.

He let go of her throat just before the guards busted in and laid him flat, shouting and giving him a good hit with the tazer. They dragged him out of Aramay's cell limp and stunned as every muscle twitched uncontrollibly, but his green eyes where locked on hers.

Dr. Abrams ran down the hall, he'd been just about to relieve Rain of her shift. "What the hell happened?"

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Re: Classified: A 1x1 RP (Royalburden & Aramay ONLY please)

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Her laxed guard and his slippery, flagrant words made her forget that he could actually be dangerous. It didn't require a weapon or clothing to come off as intimidating. The impact shocked her, drawing her eyes wide with panic. Her vision to jars, blurring painfully for a few seconds. His grip on her throat was both unbearably itchy and painful at the same time. She gritted her teeth together with an open lipped grimace. Her hands grip at his arm, her weakened nails trying to dig into his skin with little success. As lean as he was, he was incredibly strong. At full strength she would still struggle. Right now she was truely helpless.

Rain jumped up in surprise. That shock would turn to anger seeing that man again now attacking the first subject that they worked so hard on. "Guards!" She pulls out a retractable tazer wand and whips Jack right across the side of the head with it shocking both him and Aramay. The shock would be nothing compared to risking having her windpipe clamped shut or her neck broken. It would send Jack back with both the zap and the blunt force to form a formidable blow. The guards couldn't come in soon enough. Rain was half tempted to keep swinging just for him laying his hands on her. She took a few moments to compose herself and make sure that Jack wouldn't be a problem anymore before turning to Aramay. "Are you alright?"

Aramay went back to her vow of silence looking away from the researcher. She didn't forget what that woman's role was. She would return her stare towards old green eyes. So badly did she want to point out that he wasn't so intimidating now. Except his cold stare still had an uncontrollably strong effect over her.

"It's fine. I handled it." Rain spoke with a touch of venom to her voice. To say what Jack did again to earn him further punishment didn't quite prove to be worth letting Dr. Abram's know that he managed to not only slip out of his cell but to slip into the room while she was asleep. She took too much pride in her work to let that slip. "Good news though. As you can see she has improved since the last dose. I think it's safe to get her cleaned up now." Rain saw Aramay give nothing but an icy stare. "Her cooperation has yet to show signs of improvement."

"Bitch." Aramay mumbles.

Rain snaps her head to the girl. Granted it wasn't a good idea to quip with someone who was there against there will. She still hated the cold remark.

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Re: Classified: A 1x1 RP (Royalburden & Aramay ONLY please)

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"Did Jack get out? What was he doing in here?" Abrams glanced over at Rain and went to look Aramay over. "Is she ok?"

Jack was shoved into his cell and for a while lay stunned there on the cold hard linoleum, his eyes squeezed shut trying to regain control over his body.

Aramay looked fine to him aside from the bruises forming on her neck from where Jack had grabbed her. "Why don't you show her to the showers and I'll have them set up the cameras while you're at it, you can take the IV with you but keep the curtains closed so that it doesn't get wet."

Abrams was far too impatient to wait any longer, the higher ups had told them to wait and monitor until further changes occur but he was pretty sure everything had ground to a halt. One more injection should speed things up perfectly and they'd have what they where working for from the start.

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Aramay remained quiet. "She looks to be breathing alright. It hasn't injured her vocal chords." Rain pushed the chair back with her foot and forced herself to jot down the last of the notes. Making sure to leave out certain details on the report.

She wanted to sit in her own filth just to prove a point. Seeing her in this state still had an effect on them, to see a girl losing her skin. Her resolve was nowhere to be in sight though. A chill visibly shook through her. They at least would allow her to clean herself as opposed to hosing her down. It would also be an opportunity to look around. She didn't say anything but she did follow Rain out of the room. Her first steps onto the floor were painful. She stumbled to catch her footing. Any attempts on Rain's part to help her stand were dashed through Ara pushing her away. She ended up using the IV stand to help her walk. It was as if both legs fell asleep so that she was walking on pins and needles but she could at least walk. Every few steps she would have to reach up to scratch an itch that was made by her clothes rubbing against her skin. Difficulties aside she managed to get to the showering area without much help.

Rain made sure that Ara left the IV stand outside of the shower. "You can wash around the site, just try not to get any water on the tape itself. I don't know if I could re-set it on that arm if it came loose." Aramay said nothing and stepped into the shower clothes and all. Rain noticed that the pain medication was clamped off completely, Jack's doing. Huffing, she opened it back up. Aramay may not be in excruciating pain right now but it would help to keep her compliant. She didn't want anyone to get injured whenever Dr. Abram's decides to dose her again.

Bit by bit Aramay slowly pulled off her clothing once the water soaked through her clothes. She made sure to wash them first. There was no detergent so she used a bar of soap and the friction of the fabric rubbing together to remove what her body had left behind. She wasn't going to toss aside her clothes. It reminded her of the outside. The more she kept of herself in here the better. It felt irrational but it did help raise her spirits a little. She moved on to herself. It was a challenge. She couldn't simply scrub with all her might to remove the skin. Scrub too hard and she was just making herself raw again. It had to be in methodical circles to loosen up the skin and wipe it away before she could see something of herself underneath the sloughing dead tissue. It looked mottled and discolored still, bits of dead skin stubbornly clung to her showing that the old skin still didn't completely seperate from the new. It would take more than one shower to remove it all but it was still an improvement.

She almost didn't want to leave the shower. Feeling a slight wave of dizziness that turned into sluggishness reminded her of what was going through the tubing. She could just yank it out. No, it was still too soon to cause issues. If she bit her tongue for a bit and kept to herself, surely they would let down their guard. For now she would have to stick to the rebellion of putting back on her old clothes, even if they were still wet.

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Abrams watched them go and followed them only to the end of the hall where he kept on through the elevator. He went up to the Labs and fetched a vial of the amber fluid and filled a syringe full of it before tucking it into a pocket of his white lab coat. Once he retrieved it he headed on up to show the workmen back down to Aramay's cell. He showed them where they where to plant the cameras in either of the corners against the far wall. The men went ahead and started working whilst Abrams made his way to the shower rooms.

He slipped in without a sound and took out the syringe with the amber fluid. He injected the fluid the bag and watched the heavier amber liquid sink quickly and slowly drip into the tubes. It would take effect soon so he left the room quickly and fetched the guards so that they may be able to transfer her swiftly.

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Her clothes felt a little off but it was to be expected since they were dripping. It took some wiggling and tugging to pull them back on. She blamed part of this on the IV. Her shirt had to go over the IV line in order to have it fully removed and reversed to pull it back on. The steam was making it harder to breath, it was getting a bit hot even, and she wanted to finish dressing as fast as she could. She ignored the fresh "patient" clothes that were drapped over the rod. Pulling the sleeve away from the tubing she winced in pain. Her fingers hurt from trying to pull so hard. She glanced at the colored liquid that was contained inside of it. Amber. No wonder. She reached over to yank the IV out. This wasn't going to happen again, pain or not.

It was too late. The illness she was feeling earlier was the serum already at work and what stopped working properly, were her motor skills. Her legs give out from underneath her from the shock of having it enter her system. She let loose a series of hoarse coughs till she coughs herself dizzy. The room spins and she reaches out to steady herself pulling down the shower curtain with her. Rain sees Dr. Abrams walk out of the shower room. She didn't notice him going in. 'What on earth was he doing in there?' Her thought was answered when she hears the noise. Her expression drops and she runs in to check on Aramay. She knew it would be difficult to give the subject another dose but this was a low blow for him.

Her weakness was short-lived once it was in full effect. The serum felt weird as it spread through her. It made it feel as though everything was expanding inside of her wherever it flowed. Like something was growing inside of her till there was no place else to go but out. The likelihood of her hurting herself was immense. Rain tried to get ahold of her but in wet clothes, writhing on the floor as she was, she only succeeded in getting shoved back. The best she could do was try to keep her from yanking out the needle. Aramay lifted herself up to run only to crumple back down on the ground again. The medication made it so that it numbed some of the pain, translating the sensations as pressure. This lead to more confusion that relief as it confused her into not knowing which way was up. Her entire left arm throbbed. The arm that IV was hooked into. This spread so her chest and head, eventually reaching her outer extremities to a lesser degree.

The cavalry then arrived to scoop her up and carry her away. This time they had a gurney to lay her out on and strap her down to prevent her from hurting herself or anyone else. The hard part was getting her onto it. During this time she was unbelievably strong. A mixture of adrenalin and the side effect of muscular spasms. All she had to do was follow through with the spasm causing for a wicked kick or punch. They would be able to feel the twinges, shifts and gristling pops that were occuring just below the skin when they grabbed her or pushed her down. It took a minute to finally secure her but once they did, off they went back to her holding room. Rain gave Abrams an unpleased expression. Not something she liked doing since it displayed a lack of proffessionalism. There was still good reasoning behind her displeasure.

The changes weren't instant. They never were before, but now they were definitely adding up to something more. The puffiness in her fingers and toes gave off an impression that they were shorter. The feet themselves slowly growing longer to the slightest degrees. Hints that maybe with enough time this would actually take place. It was still too soon to tell but other hints began to show themselves by the activity happening around her chest; along her ribcage and spine. Her jawline and face fought to gain some length but like everything else it would take almost hours to truly see a significant difference. It was still lightyears compared to the days and weeks to reach this point.

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Re: Classified: A 1x1 RP (Royalburden & Aramay ONLY please)

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Abrams returned Rain's displeased glare with a hard glare of his own, "You know as well as I do this goes only one way. Sitting around waiting for something to happen isn't going to achieve anything."

The guards finally pinned her to the gurney and Abrams grunted as he strapped her down. Abrams cursed under his breath as he noticed blood smeared on his hands. It wasn't his blood, it was Aramays. Her IV had been yanked out in the struggle and the resulting wound was openly oozing blood. "Take her back to her cell." He directed the guards

"Rain, why don't you go and give yourself a coffee break , I'm going to fix up her IV and keep her stable" Privately he had doubts about Rain. If she was starting to sympathize with Aramay now... No...He was being paranoid, all this work was getting to his head he was impatient and she was right, he had pushed it back there. Abrams frowned walking with the gurney back to Aramay's cell.

Jack peered out of the window as they passed, sitting cross legged in the pants they issued him after tossing him back in his cell. He could taste the odors of Aramay's change from in there and from there he waited. Soon she'll be in her new skin...I can taste it...

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Re: Classified: A 1x1 RP (Royalburden & Aramay ONLY please)

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Rain couldn't hold her eyes to his. He won the staredown and he had a point about them needing results. Still, he was pushing the boundries. Not hers but what Aramay's body could handle. There was such a fine line between unhumane abuse and over sympathetic coddling that it may as well be only seen when when viewed under a microscope. Coming under scrutiny for one simple offhanded comment was not a new thing for her. It taught her enough to bite her lip and leave her opinion out of it after his retort. Emotions were running high and the best of scientists were still capable of talking others down due to stress alone.

All in all, Rain's main concern were getting defined results without maiming the subject in the process. Shifters were born with the ability to change back and forth without much effort. The enzymes in their bodies made it so that they didn't have to eat their own bodyweight in food just to make back all the energy they expended on-hold on. She snapped out of her brainstorm when the doctor started talking about coffee.

"Dr. Abrams, she hasn't eaten since she's gotten here. What's going to happen when her body eats up all of its energy reserves?" It was a rhetorical question of course. She was going to starve; her body would cannibalize itself inevitably if he kept giving her the injections like that. Yes results were very important. They meant almost everything. They would be worthless though if Aramay was dead from starvation. Having a tube directly inserted into the stomach through her abdominal wall would be too much of a risk. If she yanked it out or an infection took hold. No it would have to be Nasogastric intubation. A tube through the nose to directly distribute nutrients to the stomach. Even if she had a chance to yank it out, the damage would be minimal.

"The coffee can wait. I'm going to get the intubation kit. I won't be able to insert the tubing until you tap a vein. I don't think she's willing to have anything shoved up her nose without being sedated, especially right now." She rubbed at one of her temples. Success of the project came first. As long as there were legitimate reasons behind acts that could be mistaken as sentimental they were easier to write off.

Aramay was already losing weight. She had been for over seven weeks now. It's just that now, eating larger meals would still not be enough to stay sated. There was about an inch added to her spine. Doesn't seem like much but it was, add losing eight pounds in twelve to sixteen hours-it couldn't be mistaken for her increasingly warped proportions. And once everything was hooked up to her properly there was no more need for restraint. Aramay would be drugged up. Laying sprawled out on the cot, shifting about uncomfortably; verbalized through grunts and groans. A high nutrient past was injected directly into her stomach. The feeling made her feel ill. Not enough to throw it back up. Maybe an anti-nausea medication was added to the slurry. This would have to be done hourly. It would need to be increased or decreased depending on how much her body would show that it needed.

It became apparent how easy the shifters had it. But Abrams would have his progress. Measuring her hourly every hour on the hour, though tedious came with the job. The results were in the numbers and the changes would be glaringly apparent after several hours. A shortening of her thighs and shins by almost a half an inch with that much of an addition to her feet, spine and face. Her chest showed more progress by several inches. The opposing subtraction in girth was in her waist. There was redness under her fingernails and toenails as well as a reddening of her gums. Her proneness to nosebleeds were also something to note.

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Re: Classified: A 1x1 RP (Royalburden & Aramay ONLY please)

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"Fine...I'll set up the IV." Dr. Abrams' tone was somewhat apologetic, he felt bad for being short with her, after all she was simply reminding him of basic curtisy. They needed Aramay alive and well, not barely alive. These injections are putting her through hell he couldn't even imagine and he was hell bent on rushing her through it.

Abram left Aramay's room to fetch a new needle and supplies for the IV. He passed by a medium sized black wolf, who watched him with doggish steely blue eyes, wet nose twitching. "Hey Riley." Abrams muttered as he passed. Riley was one of the newer recruits brought in to study, a spry young man optimal for studying a healthy canine shifter. Riley watched Abrams for a moment before wandering back towards the cafeteria, hesitating only when he passed the hall where Aramay was being kept.

Abrams came back shortly with the fresh IV fluids and pain medications, with the guards help he stuck the needle in once more, this time to the back of her right hand, taping it down. He had sedatives, pain medication, and a saline mixture dripping into her system steadily to keep her calm and relatively comfortable. Rain came back with the NG tube kit and they had it put in, "There we go...hey, Rain, I apologize for my attitude, we're both under a lot of stress with this one, you're a good doctor and scientist, I should listen to you when you have suggestions and try to avoid jumping the gun on things like this. I won't make that mistake again"

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Re: Classified: A 1x1 RP (Royalburden & Aramay ONLY please)

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"I know I'm just your assistant. Whatever you say is final, I'm only here to assist. And we got lucky. Just, I think that we should be as open as possible with what should be done before deciding without the other's knowledge. I don't see a point in having me around." She wasn't behing harsh just for the sake of getting a jab back at Dr. Abrams. It was a genuine critique as a professional. She tried to be objective and matter of fact as possible about it. If the experiment failed she would just be assigned to another project. He might end up out of a job altogether.

The resolved tone that Abram's and Rain's exchange set and the relative calm that could be kept within the room wouldn't last long. Obviously Aramay was fighting her own battle on the cot, better managed through the wonders of heavy medication. All they needed to do was wait in and see the results. The sound of a considerable amount of people in the hall, talking and wheels rubbing against the floor would get anyone's attention. It was Dr. H.H. Holmes the one armed wonder with an occupied gurney and easily a hand full of assistants/techs/researchers walking around him. He didn't give himself that name but it was prompted after he lost his original left arm from the mid-upper arm, down. He was known more for his technical research. He fabricated a prosthetic metal arm out of highend tech of his own making as a replacement. So the question was, what was he doing here and why?"

A relatively young male not much older than Ara was strapped down on the gurney unconscious. Tubes hooked to a plethora of intravenous drips pumped him full of various colored liquids. He was being led to one of the larger holding rooms. Almost twice the size with more equipment than could be expected for a budget sensitive project. Who else could match Jack's silver tongue that him? He must have found a way to weasel himself into more money for a project. The thing was, bio-genetics where not his field. They took the male and transfered him to a fairly nice bed. Opposite of the room was what looked to be a long, plexiglass rectangular tank filled with another liquid and waterproofed wire sensors that looked to be meant to go on whatever was going into the tank. The entire time Holmes had a sly grin on his face. He always did. This time it was more noticably sinister.

He saw what Abrams was doing and what he was working with when he walked by the room. It was as though he was looking down on him like a child trying to perform an experiment for a big science fair project the very next day with nothing but chewing gum and a paperclip to go on. There was still a little hint of interest generated with how far Abrams had gotten so far with Ara.

Guards were there with them as well along with his prime assistant. A large fellow who looked like he could take out the guards on his own. He had more than enough strength to keep anyone who crossed him in their place. It was apparent that he was already prepared for if any who tried to mess with his plans would be quickly removed from the area.

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