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

Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Royalburden on Tue Dec 10, 2013 12:11 am

Dr. Abram rustled through the papers that he had on file. This was to be the seventh visit from Aramay and there was a lot of bases to cover. Things seemed to be going just as planned and the solutions they where injecting her with where behaving just as predicted. The modifications where all microscopic, occurring in the very base of her DNA the beginnings of something, however it was all happening much slower then he'd expect it would have. Probably for the better a change any faster than this and she'd start to feel adverse effects.

Abrams scratched the sparse hairs on his chin as he re-read the reports he had made on the tests from the week before. Record showed her temperature constant had risen three degrees and her heart rate had been elevated. It was interesting. Such small hints that could easily have been nothing but Abrams was positive this was what he had been working towards for years. He wondered what she would turn into in the end. If things kept at this rate it chances are it would be a smooth transformation.

"Hey......Rain....Photocopy this report for me and have them sent to the White house and to Officer Georges." Abrams put the manilla folder on his desk.

Dr. Abrams stood and headed out to greet Aramay who was to be waiting in the waiting room down the hall. They where in a laboratory, or more specifically the basement levels of a laboratory. It was a public lab of medicine where the best scientists in the country worked on new medications and vaccines. Abrams worked in a wing that was cordoned off from the public by a few unarmed guards, and a security detail including cameras and key card systems and a single guard dog that patrolled the corridors at specific times during the night. At a glance the entrance didn't ring any bells. The door was conveniently painted with a biohazard warning and a sign next to it detailing the code of hazards and proper safety procedures. Nothing out of normal by terms of a government run lab.

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

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Rain adjusted the glasses on her pale skinned face. She busied herself with filing away and bringing up files that needed to be updated or fixed. Busy work that she didn't wholly feel that she was above doing. After all the devil was in the details. Everyone had to make sure the records were right, no matter what. Consequences be damned.

She was startled out of her task when Abrams spoke up. Her flinch was barely noticeable, her face almost unchanging from her almost stern expression of concentration. A flash of frustration barely had a chance to show itself before she composed herself again. She took her job seriously, if a little too seriously. Rain did her best not to let it be known to anyone else around her as it only elicited more unwanted stares. She already took efforts with hiding the true color of her eyes with blue contacts. And because she didn't want people to think that she was wearing contacts she continued to wear her glasses. As for the lack of pigment in her hair and skin, there was no reasonable way for her to consistently hide that from co-workers who would see her everyday. She found no logic in trying quite that hard. "Mmm." She barely responds with an answer not wanting to lose her place with the record she was currently looking at. After a lingering pause she shuffles it away and goes to make a copy of the report.
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Aramay rubbed at her arm sorely. The injections were given faster than the bruises from the injection sites could heal. It was far from the ideal way of making ends meet. The money just couldn't be passed up, no matter how leery she was around a needle. With her father having wasted their savings on emergency supplies to prepare for an imaginary impending crisis instead of putting it towards bills she had to take it upon herself to pick up any job available to her. Any decent paying job required her to continue her schooling, of which she had neither the time nor the funding to make it possible. This was by far her best bet over anything else she had found so far.

Her face felt warm and she was feeling increasingly tired lately. Every now and again she would feel her heart palpitate. It wasn't horrible, just an inconvenience. She played it down as just feeling stressed. It wouldn't be impossible if she was simply fighting off a cold or something similar. Once this paid off she would be able to take the rest that she needed. Possibly even go back to college to pursue a better career instead of taking out ads in the paper.

Seeing the guards walking around the compound always put her a little on edge. A couple of security guards sure but it was almost bordering on suspicious. Then again she could have been simply over thinking it. With the money she's making it probably shouldn't be too much of a surprise. They must be working on something important to be investing this much into paying her alone.

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

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Dr. Abrams tapped his toe impatiently, looking down at his watch. She was two minutes late. Anxiety flickered on the edges of his mind as possible scenarios ran through his data-charged brain. Something could easily have gone wrong during the week she wandered in the open world. He hated the approach they used in the testing there was too many variables in this woman's daily life. What if something she chose to ate changed the effect the solution had on her DNA? A stray bacteria ingested from bad mexican food could easily become mutated and render their subject contaminated and useless for further testing. He'd be set back by months, years even. What if she became ill and missed her weekly dose? Her natural immune system might suddenly decide that the solution was an invading and attack it like a full blown virus.

Microscopic beads of sweat formed at his temple as his jaw tensed. Then she arrived.

Dr. Abrams seemed to deflate slightly with relief. He glanced at the clock then turned to lead Aramay into the room they would be attending to her in. It was a small circular room with white walls, a white ceiling, and a white floor. A counter ran a fraction of the way around the wall, stocked with medical equipment. "This is week seven of the trial, things seem to be going smoothly......your pay as usual...." Abrams handed her a thick envelope heavy with a wad of cash bills. "You know the drill...." Abrams nodded towards the chair in the center of the room.

"Rain....the solutions." He turned back towards the doorway and waited for Rain to arrive with the solutions.

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

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Rain could see Dr. Abrams anxiousness. She insisted to have the girl stay 'in house'. There would be less left up to chance and they could keep a closer eye on her vitals. However it would have been a deal breaker to nearly keep her hostage. Aramay already made it clear that she still had to be able to care for her father. That she didn't trust him enough to leave him on his own, and that if she quit her current jobs, she wasn't sure if she would be able to get them back. Stress levels aside she was perfectly healthy and rather fit due to her active lifestyle a great deal would have to be left to chance. She was probably one of the healthier test subjects that they managed to get a hold of according to Rain. Not to mention that she was tested to be one of the most compatible for the experiment.

Eventually Rain joined Abrams in the room with Aramay, solutions resting on a cart, with a clip board to take notes for him. Ara wiped at her face nervously while nearly circling the chair. Each visit was becoming more difficult for her to sit in it. The room itself made her feel claustrophobic when she had never experienced it previously. Looking up at the doctor, she reminded herself that she was late. "Sorry for being late. They held me back at work." It was when the heavy envelope touched her hand could she let her knees finally bend allowing herself to relax enough to sit on the chair. Her fingers squeezed the armrests when her eyes spotted what was on the cart. Impossible to hide what she felt once the needles came into view.

Once the cart rolled up next to Ara and Abrams, Rain picked up the clip board and jotted some notes down. Rain's eyes would scan and gauge Aramay's reactions without her noticing. Once Ara looked away from Rain, the assistant would look towards her again. There were definite signs of agitation; her breathing increased, the fidgeting of her hands, the extreme visible apprehension towards the injections. She had to give her credit for staying with them so far and not disappearing after only a few treatments.

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

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Dr. Abrams snapped on a pair of gloves, he made no attempts to assure Aramay that everything would be fine, he wasn't a doctor, he was a scientist. A geneticist and a biochemist. Bedside manner was never a part of his training. He regarded the woman as a means to an end. A subject to which years of his work would go into, however, despite how he disregarded her as a lab rat he did pay close attention to her behavior and the way she held herself as she came in and sat down preparing herself for the injections. Sadly she still appeared human. No interesting growths or extra toes as far as he could tell. He glanced over to Rain to see if she was paying attention.

"Aramay, this is our...seventh session together, I'm going to have to ask you a few questions on your wellbeing before we start. We need to make sure that none of these medications are having adverse side effects." he lied in a smooth buisiness-like tone. Medications is what the building publicly covers. Not his sector. "Please tell me how you've been doing since our last meeting. Any strange sensations, tingling in your hands or feet, lightheadedness, loss of breath or heart palpitations? Last time you mentioned one or two moments when you had heart palpatations, has that happened again this week?"

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Removing one arm from her jacket she rolled up her sleeve. Goosebumps covering her skin as soon as it touched the air and a shiver ran down her spine. It wasn't that the room was a little cool. Dr. Abram's steely demeanor had a way of sucking all the heat out of the room. This time it felt like she could almost see her breath. Her face still managed to feel warm from the anxious anticipation she felt. He hadn't even swabbed her arm yet and her stomach was already in knots.

Rain's eyes meet his as though they were already on the same page. The most significant changes that the subject showed were in her behavior and bodily responses. Her face looked a little flush. It could be her body responding to what was to come. Interesting how someone can be subconsciously conditioned to react a certain way when introduced to a certain type of stimuli repeatedly. Still, it was a significant enough response to have written down. There were already some recorded internal changes beneath the skin. They could also be causing her to react in such a way. Sometimes the body would know what was happening to itself long before the mind becomes consciously aware of what was happening. For example she looked like she was coming down with something. It could be a reaction to the injections or what the injections were doing to the body. The pencil scribbled onto the notepad with quick strokes of graphite.

Ara wiped at her face again; down the side of her cheek, then under her nose as she sniffles, internally reminding herself to calm down before she makes herself pass out. "Ah, no. No tingling that I know of. I've been more tired lately. Actually, it has been feeling like my heart's been racing, and uh, I've found myself sweating...but my coworkers have been getting sick lately at work and I've been having to cover some of their shifts." She stops a moment to cough into her jacket. "How bad can the side effects get? I mean, it could just be I'm fighting a cold right? Its not like I'm passing out or anything."

There were a couple things that she left out. Not on purpose. She had gotten home late from work one night and passed out onto the floor. Her dad took it for exhaustion. Picked her up and put her on the couch. Another time, recently, she became overwhelmingly dizzy but she attributed it to the flame going out on the stove allowing gas to leak into the house while she was cooking. It was out for less than a minute but she had left the stove to stop her dad from trying to rip up the floor in one of the rooms to dig an emergency tunnel underneath their house. There were possibly more indications before, in between and after. Though they were minor enough to simply be played down as exhaustion or stress.

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"It's probably nothing to be concerned about." Abrams said in an almost uninterested tone. An irritatingly lacking answer to her question, but one that could easily be taken as it sounded. Nothing to be concerned about. He moved himself closer then began the process of giving her the mysterious injections. He took up each vial and carefully filled the small needles with the fluid within, making sure none of them had air within he then lined them up on the tray. There where three of them, a clear one, an amber colored one, and a vibrant blue one, each meant to aid in the successful administration of the gene-altering solution within the deep amber colored fluid. Dr. Abrams used an alcohol strip to wipe clean the area he planned on injecting and without ceremony went on to inject her with all three of them. He wiped the injection sites with a swab and wrapped the portion of her arm he put the injections in.

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She looked up at him quizzically. Normally if a doctor was to ask her certain questions, it was because they were looking for certain important symptoms to certain possible illnesses. Somewhere along the way she was able to figure it out on her own. Odd that he would suddenly play it down after he made it clear for her to bring up certain instances from before. Rain caught her expression and took note that Ara was quick to pick up on anything that appeared out of place. So she made sure to have her eyes trained on the clipboard when Aramay tried to gauge the reaction of Rain. She looked back at Abrams trying to piece together her hints of suspicion into a plausible explanation.

It was deafeningly quiet outside of what Dr. Abrams was doing and the scribbling pencil. Neither of them really spoke at all unless to get information out of her or to instruct her. Aramay had to take a breath to stave off a wave of illness that welled up when she spotted him filling up each syringe. She so badly wanted to focus on something other than what was making her feel ill. "So, what is this all for anyways?" She flinches against the cold alcohol on the swab. "Hah." She exhales a nervous chuckle. Looking up again she almost hopes that they at least offer a subtle smirk. Anything to assure her that they had a human side to them, or at least a sense of humor that any decent person would have.

"I just, it seems like an awful lo-oooh." It takes everything within her willpower to keep herself from pulling her arm away while the first needle pierced her skin. She closed her eyes and turned her head away knowing that if she watched him inject her that she would most certainly pass out from the sight of it. Her other hand came up to cradle her head while taking another deep breath. She did what she could to focus on her breathing. The second one was a little more difficult. Not that she now remembered exactly how it felt but also because she could feel the coolness of the solution travel up her arm, through her heart and up her neck. The sensations made her shiver and want to fidget again. Which she couldn't while he was injecting her. By the third solution she was physically feeling sick. "H-hold on a sec I'm not feeling so-" She wasn't quite loud enough for the others to catch on right away.

Rain could see the immediate effect the injection was having on her but it didn't warrant enough for them to simply stop. "Just one more and we'll be done." She simply responds to Aramay. Ara is now leaning her head against her shoulder holding back the sick in her stomach. Her eyes scrunched shut feeling a cold vaporous sensation well up in her throat making her so badly want to cough. Opening her eyes again she sees the plunger of the syringe depressing and the serum disappearing into her arm. As if struck by lightening she jerks up out of the chair. The needle snaps, part of it still lodged in her. She's beset upon by a fit of coughing, trying to use the chair to support her weight due to the room spinning and her knees threatening to buckle underneath her.

There was a moment that Rain contemplated whether to write down what she saw or if she should run over to help the girl. More than anything she was upset that the injection was disrupted. There was enough variables as it was and the dosage has to be precise. Ara had to sit herself on the floor near the chair; gripping up at one of the armrests just so that she wouldn't find herself completely laid out. She was ghostly pale almost matching Rain's complexion. "Sorry-I'm sorry I don't know, what. Uhh." Her head drooped forward and she broke out into a cold sweat. Red droplets plipped onto the floor. Not just from where the needle was still lodged but once she put her hand to her nose and pulled away did she see that her nose was bleeding.

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

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Abrams seemed to jerk to life the second she pulled away he nearly cried out either in shock or anger or rather a mixture of both but he merely bent to pick up the tray that had been flung onto the floor in the flash struggle. He put the broken syringe down on the tray and went to Aramay's side. "Are you alright?"

"Rain, a glass of water, please." He had expected something like this would happen before their study finished, the girl had an irrational fear of needles. It was incredibly inconvenient though. It wasn't until Abrams saw the blood drip onto the ground that his expression became truly concerned. He hid the expression from Aramay but looked up to Rain, the question plain in his glance. 'Did you get that?? Keep writing this down!' "Hold on, pinch your nose right here I'll get you a tissue. Seems something else might be going on here and I may ask you to stay over night to see what it is."

Of course he knew precisely what it could be and he wanted to do as many tests as he could get away with. He needed to contact his superiors and get further orders on how to proceed. His mind buzzed with things he wanted to test for, and of course he needed her to finish that dose. It was vital.

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

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Rain huffed in frustration. "Coming right up." She Walked out into the hall to retrieve some water from one of the water coolers. Once she came back in with the paper cup of water, Abrams was already barking new orders at her. She had to look at Aramay to see what he was talking about. Putting her irritation and the cup aside she picked up where she last left off on the notes. 'Skin pale, nose bleed has occurred. Subject appears to be on the verge of a fainting spell.' The pencil lifted from the paper, hovering just above it. She was waiting to see what else might happen having already forgotten about the water.

Aramay started to lift her hand to her nose. It was the arm with the needle still protruding from it. Pausing, she switches hands to pinch at her nose. She mumbles a hint of pain. Her skin felt tender to the touch. Not just around her nose but her fingers as well like they had been scrubbed raw. The dizziness let up just enough for her initial concern of fainting to pass and another symptom to come to her attention. It felt like her heart was pumping just beneath her skin, over her entire body. The paleness of her skin faded, only to go flush again. It became clear that she was sweating. "First time I've seen a rise, out of you." Aramay tried her best to make light of it.

"-I may ask you to stay over night to see what it is."

She looked up at him with an expression that, he may as well have told her that she had terminal cancer. "No I'm. I just hate needles. I'm sorry, I'm fine. Just a little nauseous." She wanted to stay honest with him. It was just that whatever she was feeling, it made her want to get out of that room. Money be damned she didn't want to be there anymore. She coughs and dry heaves from both the nausea and the taste of her blood running down the back of her throat. It felt all wrong. She was beginning to overheat and she could swear that her jacket was feeling tight on her. "I just need to lay down for a bit. I'll be fine."

Rain slapped the clipboard down surprising Ara. "If you could sit back down in the chair. We need to remove the broken needle." She preps a new syringe. The old one was useless but she could take note what still needed to be administered to her. whatever is decided, we can't do anything else until you receive the full dose." She sets the freshly filled syringe into the table next to Dr. Abrams. She would have removed the needle as well but then it would mean that she would have to take more time away from the notes. Speaking of which, the subject looked like her blood pressure increased significantly and wasn't showing any signs of slowing down. "What do you think, doctor, could it be hypertension?"

"But, what if it is from-do we have to? I mean isn't treatment supposed to be stopped if something like this happens?" She had to get home. She couldn't be away from her father for too long. For all she knew he's stapling foam into the walk in closet thinking that it could be turned into a secret indoor gun range. It's wasn't an impossibility. More importantly, her immediate concern now was, "What's in those syringes?" What bothered her most was that it felt like she was near ready to pop out of her own skin. Her fingers looked a bit puffy come to think of it. A ring on one of her fingers was squeezing it a bit too snug. She tried to sit up straighter. Her back, shoulders and a few other joints popped. All of this stress was making her feel stiff.

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"Well yes normally we would stop treatment but not until we can figure out exactly what in the drug is causing the reaction we're concerned about, and more importantly not until we stop the symptom. You're right this may just be anxiety however it's our job to make sure and fix the problem if it isn't" Dr. Abrams said. He rustled through the medical equipment and unpacked a sterile pair of tweezers. "Please look over at the Exit sign over the door and I'll take this needle out for you."

The moment she looked away Abrams plucked the needle from her skin and covered the small wound with a piece of gauze. "You need to calm down, you're over-exciting yourself causing your blood pressure to skyrocket. Calm down and this whole ordeal will seem less extreme."

Abrams waited until she was distracted and somewhat calmer before he finished her dose off with a quick final injection. It was fast and barely hurt and was done before she could rile herself up again. "Alright we're done for today. I strongly suggest you drink some of this water and take a few minutes to catch your breath and focus on your heartrate." Abrams wasn't sure if what he said was true or not, it was somewhat of an experiment to be honest, if she calmed down and things settled it meant it really was just her fear getting the best of her. If not, he had the perfect reason to take her in and perform tests.

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What he said didn't make sense to her. In fact it made her a bit more concerned. She had to remind herself that she was being paid to help them with tests. It was their job to figure out what was causing this so that they could hopefully counteract the negative effects. Or at least be able to mark it onto the disclaimer label. She didn't think it through that there could possibly be real risks behind taking the job. Unfortunate that she waited this long to figure it out. "But there is no ex-ow!" She had to admit that he was learning how to work around her fears pretty well.

Nodding her head she puts her hand over the gauze after stuffing a clean piece of tissue up her nose. A blue raised welt formed under the skin from the punctured blood vessel that was damaged by the needle. It hurt but it wasn't going to kill her. "Easier said than done", she says while putting her hands over her face. Still hot to the touch despite being able to slow down her breathing. She sat back and looked up at the ceiling for a moment. Long enough for Rain to finish what notes she had to hand her the water. The cool liquid was surprisingly refreshing. It wasn't until she drank it that she found out how hot and dry her throat had become while washing away an unpleasant, lingering metallic aftertaste.

She closed her eyes and rested her head against her hand which still held the cup. With a mix of endorphins and Abram's slight of hand the rest of the injection went in smoothly. Carefully she put her bruised and bandaged arm back in her jacket sleeve for comfort. "So I can go home if everything checks out?" It was a fair enough deal. If she felt better she would be free to go. She would have to stop thinking and worrying about it or else she would just make it worse, just by thinking about it. Her throat felt parched again. The nagging wouldn't stop until she finally asked for more water. Her arm squeezed at the envelope in her inner jacket pocket, reminding her why she was doing this. The ring on her finger started to hurt her when she decided to remove it. "Normally this thing is almost falling off my finger." Her brow furrows from the pain she felt from having to pull and twist so hard just to remove it. Just so she could store it in her pocket. It was her mother's ring; a reminder to help prevent her from forgetting what she learned from her while she was alive.

Her heart rate barely slowed. Once the full injection was administered it picked up again. She took the second cup of water and gulped it faster than the first one. Trying hard to calm herself down. They were patient enough to allow her that time. Except she couldn't convince herself that she was feeling any better. What she felt the most was, restless, jittery. Like someone stuck a battery in her back or that time when she drank five cups of coffee to pull a double shift. "I need to stand up. I just need to walk it off." She finally proclaims after a few minutes. The bones in her feet shifted when she put her weight on them with subtle pops. Same was true for just about every other joint that she moved or used to support her weight. She felt pain in the pads of her feet, same as it felt after she had worked that same double shift. Except she hadn't felt like this in a while.

Her mind tells her legs to move. They stay firmly planted in place. She blinks wondering why her body isn't listening properly. "Uhh." Now she found herself fighting just to walk. Her body visibly jitters and shakes from the effort until her legs nearly give out on her. The adrenaline helps her hands reach out to catch herself in time, resigning herself to sit back down. "I guess I'm still feeling jittery." Her temporary forced calm is interrupted by a dull ache in her chest and along her ribs. Each breath causing her visible discomfort. Particularly centering around the sternum. It made her take deeper breaths while leaning forward in her seat which helped ease the discomfort but also unnerved her. *pop*....*thunk*....*pop* *pop* Each minor shift provided some relief but there was no way now that she could hide her deep concern for what was going on.

A warm trickle made its way past her slightly parted lips. The same metallic taste invading her unwilling taste buds again. Her fingers move up to her nose thinking that the tissue had soaked through. She was mistaken as her other nostril decided to bleed as well. "You can't be serious." Looking up at Dr. Abrams she had a questioning look in her nervous gaze. She was now convinced that she was hallucinating, or was suffering from effects of her brain swelling, or some other form of brain damage.

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Abrams shook his head when Aramay attempted to stand in order to walk off the nerves. "You should-....May I?"

He offered to take her hand so he could test the movement in her joints. "The bones....they're actually starting to shift...." Without regarding her privacy he felt for each of her bones along her arm and shoulder and in her neck. "They're actually...."

It was clear that Dr. Abrams had thrown caution to the wind with keeping their true goal hidden from Aramay. She was bound to find out the hard way even if he had kept his mouth shut and let her go. Abrams straightened up and glanced at Rain before looking at Aramay clearly. "I'm sorry but we cannot let you leave, not for quite some time at this stage. You're staying here."

It wasn't a request and Dr. Abrams looked to a security camera mounted, well hidden above the cabinets to the security detail stationed somewhere in another portion of the building. Orders where made and two security guards armed with tazers at the belt entered the room and surrounded Aramay, taking hold of her by the upper arm and leading her into the hall.

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"May wha-?" She originally thought he was helping her up again when she took his hand. Her eyes squinted from the awful headache that added to the growing plethora of unsavory symptoms. For a few seconds her mind blanked out. Waves of weakness in between bursts of jitter inducing energy made her movements unpredictable. Dr. Abrams could feel the bones in her fingers shift against his hand when she squeezes. Her muscles spasm against his touch, making her twinge and snap back to full consciousness. By then his hand was on her neck to feel at the shifting vertebrae. The pressure from his fingers against her sensitive, sweaty skin shot pain signals into the base of her skull. She shoves him back, hissing in pain, and at the same time was able to recognize what he was saying.

She wavered like an angry drunk with her shoulders raised, back slightly hunched at her hands on her head. "What the [email protected]*$& did you just do?!" Aramay huffs in sharp, pained breathes. "Stage? What stage!" It was growing increasingly difficult to see clearly, playing all the more at her faltering balance. The forms of the doctor and the assistant were growing fuzzy through bleary eyes. She could hear what he was saying if a bit delayed with understanding him. It didn't really matter what came out of his mouth at this point. Everything he said would now be taken ask a lie, with more than just a grain of salt.

There wasn't enough time to get herself towards the door before two guards moved towards her. She tried to raise her hands, ready to fight, only to feel all of her strength drain against their grip when they took hold of her. Her legs were like noodles, half dragging, half stumbling to keep her footing. "No, le-me go..." Tears fill her eyes, squeaking out in pain from how they were holding her. It was like having a bad sunburn squeezed to the point of tears. "Nnnnnooooo...let, let me go. Stop!" Her teeth clenched, grimacing in pain. She yelps out as she's being pulled out into the hallway.

The blood from her nose ran down her face. Enough of it made its way into her mouth and down her throat. It wasn't long before she started gagging while choking on her tears. A flush of heat, the guards would feel her go weak just before she heaves. An acidic, mucous-y watered down, red vomit is forced up out of her stomach. She gags and sputters to get the horrendous taste out of her mouth before it snowballs, forcing her to vomit again. Fearing for her life she didn't know whether to simply crumple up on the floor or fight back.

"Hang on, we can't have her aspirate on her own vomit." Rain pipes up to get the guards to stop for a moment. "We can clean this up later. Last thing we need is to have her unconscious. Her airways need to stay clear." It was true, taking the time to let the girl catch her breath and get everything out would pay off if it meant that they could avoid having to manually clear her airways. If the stress to her system could be managed, Rain would be sure to take those extra precautions. Dr. Abrams came this far and it would be costly to start over if something were to over stress the girl's system.

Aramay took the opportunity to catch her breath despite the stomach acid that now permeated and stung her sinuses. Rain noticed how exhausted she looked. She found it somewhat surprising at first but reasonable. It took time for a tadpole to become a frog. The demands that were being made on Aramay's body turned her from a healthy young adult to a weak, sickly patient in a matter of minutes. Her recovery came as unexpected. A wave of energy gave her just enough of a kick to put her feet underneath her and push herself forward. The jacket she had on came loose and fighting through the pain her arms came free of their grip, allowing her to take off down the hallways. This would only last for a few seconds as her hope of fleeing the building before she weakened, dissipated into another wave of debilitating sickness. She takes a corner a little too hard to then bounce off one of the hallway walls. It takes too long for her to regain her footing at that speed so she has no other choice but to tumble to the floor. Her pain receptors light up like a Christmas tree with every patch of skin that made contact with the floor already bruising. They would be able to hear her groaning whimpers from her spill, reduced to a fruitless crawl at a snails pace. The skin on her palms and knees send out signals of painful tingling needles. It took little for her to finally slump down; gasping from the pain. The weight from her own body held her down. She lets out an exhausted cry as the sweat from her forehead stung her eyes.

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

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The two guards dragged her along with some difficulty but when Rain suggested they pause a moment to let her catch her breath one of them gave an exhasperated sigh. "Well she ain't exactly light as a feather" the somewhat pudgy blond guard grumbled, the other struggled to keep grasp as Aramay suddenly burst forward, her arms slipping from their grasp through the sleeves of her jacket.

"SHE CANNOT GET AWAY!" Dr. Abrams bellowed the guards made a beeline after her, shoving aside doctors and scientists as they went. This was going all wrong in Dr. Abrams' mind. His own blood pressure rised causing his ears and neck to redden, however it didn't go to any serious levels as it had for Aramay. He wanted them to taze her or knock her out. Subdue her in some way to keep her from threatening everything. However Rain was correct, they needed her to be conscious and reletively well for the process to be successful.

The guards finally caught up to Aramay on the floor and they lifted her to her feet agian. Dr. Abrams spotted a wheelchair not far from there and wheeled it over. "Put her in, she's not going to make it if you drag her around like that all the way to the lower levels." The guards obeyed and Aramay was wheeled back through the halls. They where lucky she didn't make it all the way to the lobby. It would have been interesting explaining to some of the other test patients testing regular cold and pain medication why a woman was being wrangled by force.

As Aramay was wheeled deeper and deeper into the bowls of the facility, as long as she was conscious she would start to see the dark machine behind the veil. Security got more serious down there, guards walked around with pellet guns, which where like regular guns but meant to be nonlethal, just enough to stagger or stun a target. They looked serious however and where taken so. They passed chem lab after chem lab, labs with white rats and apes and rabbits all testing the same amber substance which was being carted through the halls and stored in refrigeration units. It looked like something taken straight out of the Resident Evil movie. Further on Aramay would have had glimpses of the obscure mutated humans. They walked around freely in plain clothes, something like the uniform patience wore at a mental asylum, bland pale blue awkwardly fitted shirts and pants along with blank white shoes. Some wandered around in their animal forms. A golden retriever wandered past them, nose working curiously as Aramay passed, his tail wagged at the sight of the Doctors and he attempted to follow them until he was chased off by the aggressive huff of a silver back gorilla who stepped between him and the convoy. It was hard to tell precisely how many of the shifters there were with all the movement and the transformations but it was safe to say it was only a handful.

Finally they went down one level to a more quiet place. Rooms lined the hall with bulletproof plexiglass windows and a metal slot to pass things through. They where all empty except for one where a shifty green-eyed man peered through at them, nude, save for a thin sheet clinging to his body. He eyed Aramay closely as she passed, his tongue coming out between his lips briefly. Aramay was brought to her cell, identical to the others at the end of the hall inside was a cot with a sheet and a blanket, both white, a metal sink with a nice smooth basin and a toilet. There wasn't any privacy to speak of, but it wasn't completely horrible. The place looked decent for what it was.

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

Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Aramay on Fri Dec 13, 2013 1:08 am

The guards would be faced with a more difficult task of handling dead weight rather than an uncooperative struggle. The sweat didn't help with their grip. The sleeve on her shirt was sliding down her arm. A weak murmur of pain could be heard from the incredibly weakened subject. Aramay's breathing was still labored and moving her would yield gristling, pops. Rain lifts a hand from her clipboard before pulling back. Hesitant whether to touch her, help her or not. It sounded like they were dislocating her joints. "Just-be, careful. We're lucky she only exhausted herself." Rain looked back at Dr. Abrams. "She has quite the adrenal glands. Something in the serum might have caused abnormal production in her levels of epinephrine. Or maybe it's something of an allergic reaction for sorts?"

Returning to her notes she jotted down the increased pain response, showing severe reactions to pain from physical contact. It was an expected side effect to have some tenderness. This was again on the extreme side. The theory that Aramay's physiology simply had its own way of handling the serum since it varies from person to person. A side note was placed towards the bottom of the page. 'Her fear of needles could also have accelerated the process of the serum after triggering the fight or flight response. Reason for delayed signs of progression still unknown/body now overcompensating causing acute pain, rapid respiration, nausea, pulmonary hypertension, nose bleeds, confusion and weakness.'

She could barely lift her head. Someone may as well have placed sand bags over every part of her body. Aramay's face was puffy and red from more than the tears that dried on her cheeks. She had stopped crying once they took her further in, taking on a more sedated, if deadened, appearance. It didn't take a keen nose to smell something off about the blurred shadows around her. Their silhouettes ranged from normal, slightly humanoid, to completely foreign. Unfamiliar noises aided in painting an estranged image of her surroundings. Any sudden movements close to her face elicits a startled twitch, her eyes opening wide just long enough to see what it was. For the most part, it was hard to tell whether she was still lucid or not.

With the noises fading behind her. The lulling sound of her own heartbeat ringing in her ears started putting her to sleep. Her eyes open again. A man with green eyes stare right back at her. "Between the perspiration and the vomiting, she already lost the water that she took in. I think we should start an IV to prevent further dehydration." Rain breaks the silence while watching Aramay closely. "That should help re-stabilize her. I don't think she will be walking around on her own anytime soon. Giving her something for inflammation is recommended." With Aramay now placed on the cot Rain catches movement beneath one of her sleeves. Taking a pen, Rain pushes it back to see the muscles under her skin twitching. "Minute muscular spasms detected on the arm of the injection site. It could just be the effects of dehydration. I'll make a note to check if it still persists in a couple hours." After a long pause she looks back to the doctor. "Considering the pain that she displayed earlier, some pain medication may also be necessary...she's not going to be happy when she wakes up."

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

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The two guards aided in lifting her onto the cot while Abrams took note of the things they needed to give her. "Alright you keep watch here, keep her as stable as possible I'll get the IV ready with the anti-inflamatory and the pain medication. You two stand outside the cell make sure none of the others get too close. We don't need an audience."

As Abrams said this the green-eyed man stood right outside the window, still nude. It didn't take much to guess his animal was a snake of some kind and he'd made a quick slip through the slot in order to get a better look at the newcomer. He kept licking his lips with small flicks of his tongue. Abrams pushed past the guards and recoiled slightly at the sight of the pale, naked man. "Oh, Jack! Not. Now. Get back in your cell!"

"Who is she?" Jack demanded in a rather soft, calm tone.

"Back in your cell! And put your clothes on! No one needs to see you creeping around, naked!" Dr. Abrams hissed as he moved past the strange shifter boy. Jack watched Dr. Abrams leave and looked back towards the cell with all the action. She tasted so strange.....her scent, that is. He would investigate further when the chaos died down. Jack dropped to the floor, abruptly as though he'd been struck down, becoming a vibrant green python and gradually slid his way back into his cell.

Abram was gone for about five minutes as he gathered the things they needed, an IV machine and several medications. He rushed back along the hall bags of fluid dangling from the rack by the hooks. "I've got it" He declaired slightly out of breath. "We honestly need a closer infirmary for this wing."
He prepped the IV, connecting the bags and prepping the site they where to inject her from. He put on clean gloves and inserted the needle, taping it against her to keep it from being pulled off with casual movement. Once the IV was started and steady he injected the pain medication and the anti-inflamatory into the line."

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

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The clipboard raised to Rain's temple soon as she saw movement out of the corner of her eye to hide the indecency that the man was inexplicably displaying. "I think we may need to install a latch for the slot in the door." She let Abrams have his word with the man by busying herself with a clean pair of nitrile medical gloves to better assess Aramay's current condition. She took her pulse and felt her forehead; it was still high, especially since she is in a resting position and she knew that the subject was burning up before her gloved hand even touched her wet skin. She would need a proper thermometer as 'hot' was not an acceptable answer to put on the patient sheet that she pulled up from under the notebook on the clipboard.

She was so wrapped up in her notes that she had to send a guard for a BA kit. It didn't feel right to ask her superior to go back for it or for her to leave the girl alone since she was responsible for recording everything. "Her temperature is 103.5 degrees. BP is 140 over 90. As long as it goes down within the next hour, provided that the pain and dehydration is causing it, then we should be in the clear. For now." She takes the time to rub around her eyes to ease some of the strain. "Maybe if we had more resources for the project we wouldn't be running around like headless chickens." The slightest smirk formed at the corner of her mouth. Each project could only be given a set amount until they provided concrete results. Rain's big concern was how much proof the higher ups required to make that decision. A sick girl with a fever might not be enough.

Aramay settled down on the cot within minutes of receiving the pain medication. The subtle twitches and ripples under the skin persisted throughout her body if more subtly as time went on. She didn't fight, nor complain. The only sound that would come from her would be a barely audible sigh of relief of having her nerves numbed along with some of her wit returning to her. Her only concern was to simply lay there, slipping in and out of sleep, too drained to attempt anything else.

"I'm guessing that due to the migration of the joints and bones the muscles are reacting to the transitions as well. I suspect that she will be feeling a great deal of weakness for a while, among other things." She would have her old, wet clothes removed for sanitation and the prevention of possible illness but for the moment she was more concerned with allowing the medication to take full effect. It would be a bad time for Ara to fight and injure herself if she somehow acquired a second wind. "So doctor, where do we go from here?"

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

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"For now we need to just wait and monitor and keep her alive. She can't take another dose at the moment it'll kill her so we'll have to endure-SHE'LL have to endure it at the pace it's at now." Abrams was irritated at the news he himself was giving. He was ecstatic that things where progressing, there was no doubt about that, but it pained him about as much as it pained her to see it progressing so slowly, just now after seven weeks of treatment the changes where becoming visibly apparent. He watched her sleep for a few moments before he spoke up again.

"We'll put up cameras in her cell so we can keep an eye on her without breathing down her neck and we'll start locking her cell tonight. She may be weak now but I don't want any of our friends here disturbing her. That includes Jack."

Abrams turned to glare in at Jack's cell. Jack turned to look at him, pulling on the pale blue shirt over his head. "Why not, Doctor? Who is she?"

"That isn't your business. I've told you time and time again you abuse your freedom and it gets taken away." Dr. Abrams growled

"But I'm not your prisoner, Doctor, you know this. I came here of my own volition I have all my rights. You take them away and you risk loosing me as a willing subject and it seems those are hard to come by." The snake smiled, his eyes turning to the figure of Aramay down the hall. "How did you kidnap her this time?"

"In case you haven't realized, Jack, the only thing you did of your on volition is give up your rights for the sake of science. I decide what you are free to do. We're locking you down. I want this man's room stripped and searched for anything not issued to him on the day he got in. Transfer him to isolation until we get his slot sealed permanently!" Dr. Abrams' voice rose irritatedly towards the end and he ended up barking orders to one of the guards keeping watch by Aramay's cell door. Abrams rubbed his temple and turned to Rain. "We'll take turns keeping watch over Aramay until we get cameras set up in her cell. Five hour shifts. I want every abnormality written down even if it occurs at one in the morning. At least until we figure out where this is going."

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

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Rain could see what he was thinking. To be more accurate, she had been around him long enough to have an idea of what was bothering him. "She's made it this far without her body tearing itself apart. Considering that you're trying to change the very physiology of a complex multi-cellular organism, its a scientific wonder that it only took weeks instead of years to get her to this stage." There was a chance that her body would exhibit external changes more readily. Even a tadpole's internal structures had to go through metamorphosis before it could grow limbs and a re-purposed mouth. Patience always wore itself thin once there was promise of something to come.

She was't very interested with the snake man but she was still curious enough to listen in. Once she had all the necessary data written down and the proper measurements that didn't require moving her it was all just glorified babysitting. All she could do was take the uncouth interactions that went on nearby as entertainment for what it was worth. It would prove be painfully uneventful for the hours to come. The progress that was made reduced to a snail's pace for nearly an entire day and night.

Aramay hardly moved save for her eyelids occasionally opening just wide enough for her to see who was nearby. They would stay open for no more than a few seconds, slowly sliding closed as she was overwhelmed with the urge to sleep again. Many of the movements that she made in her sleep were involuntary, small, rapid twitches. Occasionally pressure would build up enough in a joint that she would jerk herself awake, effectively stretching or popping it to relieve stress. Shortly followed by a tired hiss of discomfort. Before long she would be unconscious again. It wasn't until it was nearing the end of one shift and the beginning of another that Aramay's growing restless sleeping habits got the best of her. Falling off the cot did more than just wake her. The shock temporarily paralyzed her with a less than refreshing reminder of the pain that persisted through her entirety. If she wasn't helped back up she would have surely allowed herself to stay there laying helpless on the floor.

The cot wasn't all that comfortable but she couldn't simply be left on the floor either. Rain became fed up with waiting for the subject to rouse herself; it just so happened that Ara would end up on the ground by the time she came back with a pair of scissors to cut the damp clothes off of her to replace with a clean gown. Rain and the guards help to lift her back onto the cot. "Ahhh!" Aramay recoils pulling her arms and legs in, in an attempt to curl up in a fetal position. They would look at their hands to see skin clinging to their fingers. Rain quickly pulled off her gloves in both horror and disgust.

"Almost 20 hours have passed when the spasms intensified. When assisting subject the first few layers of the epidermis...sloughed off, wherever we came in contact with her..." Rain mumbled to herself a loud while sitting outside the room. She needed some air and preferred not to get sick in front of anyone. "Irritation of the epidermis persists almost like a rash but the dermis is largely unaffected...new skin underneath is slightly mottled, patchy and was difficult to notice due to the discoloring top layers. Somewhat reminiscent of someone with a lesser form of harlequin ichthyosis." Rain put the clipboard down feeling a wave of illness herself. Even if she had know it would happen there would be little she could do to prepare for it. At this point she needed the break and was willing to allow Dr. Abrams to ruminate on this latest, development.

Ara sat on the cot with her back to the wall. Her eyes open no wider than slits. Exhaustion still gripped her, only now she started to feel an incessant itch around where they grabbed her to lift her up. Her IV's ran low letting the full extent of her discomfort to trickle back through. The urge to itch was maddening but watching thin layers of clammy skin lift under her fingernails drove her nuts. All she could do to get some relief without hurting herself more was to rub away the skin with her hands provided she didn't press down too hard or create too much friction against the tender under layers. This alone was enough of a distraction to help her ignore anyone who tried to interact with her. Every movement she made proved to be uncomfortable by the way her face scrunched up. Worse yet she had to make herself stretch to pop her back. The good news was that her heart rate and body temperature was almost back to the normal parameters.

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