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Ayleta Trippoli

What makes you different makes you dangerous.

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a character in “Chronicles of Eden”, as played by Novalene

Description

Name: Ayleta Raquel Trippoli

Aliases/Nicknames: Hex (superhero name), Leta, Tripp, Arty

Age: 17

Gender: Female

Sexual Orientation: Demisexual

Personality Type: INFJ The Protector

Eye Color: Dark brown bordering on black

Hair Color/Cut: Dark brown, slightly wavy asymmetrical bob with the front bangs dyed various colors depending on the alignment of the planets and what she has on hand.

Skin Color: Latina, warm amber brown

Height: 5'7"

Weight: 145 lbs.

Build: Lean, muscular, toned. The bulk of her weight comes from muscle as she is highly active and enjoys running around the jungle of Old York.

Birthmarks/Tattoos/Scars: She has a small scar by the lower left corner of her mouth that reaches into her bottom lip and a long scar that runs from her left ankle and stops about mid-thigh that comes from a car accident when she was five. She as a medium sized diamond shaped birthmark between her shoulder blades that doesn't tan like the rest of her skin and remains a pallid color. In the center of her birthmark she has a white ink tattoo that says 'SWITCH'

Typical Attire: She can usually be found in a variation of: V-neck tee shirt, cargo pants/jeans, combat boots, and a uniform jacket.

Five Things Usually Found in Their Pockets: Her father's dog-tags, well concealed knives of various sizes, markers, pen/pencil, and her spell book (which she can shrink and enlarge depending on her needs).

Abilities/Talents: Ayleta is an accomplished gymnast and street taught fighter. A decent artist and near-genius when it comes to mathematical-logical intelligence. Hover boarding and spelunking have fostered a love for the ancient sport of 'Parkour' and superior agility.

Powers (if any): Hex is a magic user, though Ayleta views it more as energy manipulation. However Hex needs her spell book for any major spell casting such as teleportation or summoning.

Motivations: Her deep love for those closest to her motivates her to protect them. Her childhood traumas ignited her protective instincts when it comes to defending or standing with those who are defenseless against the injustices of the system.

Strengths: She holds a deep compassion for those like herself, the misfits of society. She is intuitive of other people's feelings and has a heightened sense of discernment when it comes to the government propaganda and lies.

Weaknesses: While she understands and sees a person's feelings she falls short when it comes to manipulating them. Her temper is as fiery as it is short, which lands her in fights and trouble. Ayleta fears abandonment and being alone in a non-physical sense. Hex's more powerful spells depend largely on her spell book.

Redeeming Qualities: Her integrity is greater than any rule book and her loyalty is stronger than blood. She is quick to defend the weak and never backs down from a fight. She will likely stand her ground to the bitter end, sometimes for people she doesn't even know.

First Instincts when Facing a Fight: If it is a physical fight she will throttle you to the best of her ability, if it is a verbal fight her argumentative disdain will make you self-conscious of your own breathing. Despite how quick she is to face the fight head on, it is only when provoked.

Personality (general demeanor): Ayleta generally keeps quiet unless provoked. She is compassionate with the misfits of society and holds great disdain for the completely ditzy and government mind machines. Her greatest instincts are to protect and defend those who cannot. This gets her labeled as delinquent in most cases but she uses that to her advantage.

Background (childhood, family, important events in their lives): Ayleta was born the third of four children to Marcus and Rhina Trippoli. When she was five, Ayleta and her father were T-boned by a drunk driver on their way home from her recital. Marcus died upon impact and Ayleta was hospitalized with severe damage to her left side. Eventually everything healed on its on except for her left leg bones which had to be surgically pieced back together leaving her with a scar for the rest of her life. After the loss of her father, her mother threw herself into her work. Her fierce advocation for the implementation of Alcohol Intoxication Detectors in all motor vehicles lead to her public image growing in popularity and launched her writing career to new heights. Her mother, solely focused on her work, tended to overlook Ayleta in favor of keeping the pressure on her two older brothers. However all this changed after Ayleta began her Beginner Type Classes. In her first year Ayleta switched Types three times, earning her the label of 'Switch.' From there things snowballed as her second year she switched four times, and three more times in her third year. By the time she began her Core Type Classes, Ayleta had been classified as ten different Types. And by her second year in CTC, she had tried all sixteen different Types. This has earned her the sometimes scornful, other times awe-filled title of Queen of the Switches. However, her life as a Switch has deeply scarred her from the intense bullying at the hands of former friends alongside the near complete shunning of her by the school. Throughout her life, because of the amount of times she's switched Types and how unstable she is in the government's eyes, Ayleta has been under surveillance. This includes nearly weekly appointments with a psychiatrist and surveillance throughout her week at school and beyond, by both human and drone work. The government involvement in her life developed a strong sense of discernment in Ayleta, which allows her to see past the propaganda and lies, thus fostering a deep distrust and frustration with the government. Her surveillance has only recently begun to diminish because of her new friendship with Cecily Vanderbilt, whose formidable knowledge of manipulation has given Ayleta the edge she needed to fake her "recovery and integration" into society.

So begins...

Ayleta Trippoli's Story

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Ayleta hid her malicious glee as best she could. There really was no substitute for dragging her best friend down into the dredges of Old York. Being a native to the figurative underbelly of Eden, she felt rather at home in the darkened corners and abandoned lower levels. To her they were a playground of sorts; the criss-crossing walkways created a veritable jungle of metal and was home to some of the best places to practice the ancient sport of Parkour. An avid fan and participant, Ayleta was constantly in search of new places to practice.

Unable to keep quiet a minute longer, she shot a wide grin at her companion as the elevator rattle once more. "So Cilly, you excited for today's adventure?" She almost laughed out the question, as it was, her humor bled into every word.

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Cecily was about to throw up. Not just the fake gagging she would pull during theater classes or when throwing a tantrum, Real. Splattering. Smells like death. Barf. The elevator rattled once more and she turned a delicate shade of green.

Desperately trying to ignore the waves of pure joy and adrenaline that emanated from the girl whose friendship and sanity she now questioned, she struggled to maintain her dignity and her breakfast. She moaned slightly and squeezed her eyes closed. “You know, Ayleta Trippoli, when you said you wanted to take me on an adventure, I thought you meant to a CIVILIZED place! Like maybe to an unexplored mall or something! Not one to this radioactive, danger infested 
 PLACE!” she concluded, deciding that using a less polite word would not help her case. She didn’t want to give Ayleta any more fodder for her teasing. Some of her old Theater major way of talking was leaking into her speech already making her voice rise an octave or so towards the end of her little rant. She shot her friend a quick glare and then resumed clutching the edge of her seat and pressing the toes of her heeled walking boots into the worn metal of the elevator floor. He knuckles were white under her black satin gloves.

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"Ah, come on girl, it's not that dangerous, I've done this a thousand times. As long as you follow my lead you'll be fine down there. Besides, it'll do you some good to get some real adrenaline pumping through you." Ayleta bounced a little in her seat, taking a quick glance out the scratched windows to judge how much longer their journey down would take. Spotting a red flag marker she noted they likely only had five more minutes left before the elevator would hit the bottom. "And for the record, a new mall is not an adventure. It's a gauntlet, and to be run through, preferably at breakneck speeds."

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“Run?” Cecily sounded faint. “From what exactly?” she tried to subtly rub her sweating palms on her tights while simultaneously controlling her shaking knees. Giving that particular pursuit up for lost she readjusted her little handbag on her shoulder and straightened the lapels of her tailored jacket. She was incredibly nervous, but there was no way in Hell that she would be able to talk Ayleta out of this one. She knew. She had tried.

Sternly telling herself to quit being pathetic, she gained some semblance of control over her breathing. She glanced out of the bar covered elevator windows to the hazy metal jungle beyond with poorly concealed apprehension. She could run, of course, even in heels. However, running blindly after Ayelta was not really the best idea ever.

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"Sales people," Ayleta stated grimly, turning to face Cecily. "They're dangerous. I swear their nagging is as endless as it is deadly." She turned back to look out her window, smiling as the elevator rattled violently. "But that doesn't matter right now, because thankfully we are far, far away from those kinds of people." She started unclipping her harness despite the movement of the car. She waited a few seconds as the rattling died down before standing up and spinning on her heel with as much flourish as she could manage. Grinning, she said, "What matters right now is that from here on out, the world is our oyster." Mustering all the skill she had gained in her brief stint as a Performer, she snapped her fingers and shot Cecily a winning smile.

To her dismay the doors did not open on time. In fact, they didn't open the next four times she repeated the movement. Scowling, she kicked the side panel of the controls a few times. "Come on Bernie, stop being so bloody stubborn." After the sixth kick, the doors finally opened, grinding on their tracks. "Ugh," she groaned, fingering her ear, "Remind me to get something to fix that for next time."

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Cecily rolled her eyes in the general direction of the back of her friend’s head and huffed slightly. It’s not like I wanted an ACTUAL answer or anything
 she thought with exasperation. The elevator threatened collapse again and Cecily returned her grip to the seat. Anything that required a complicated HARNESS for its passengers instead of even a simple seat belt was OBVIOUSLY not fit for transport.

When the death trap finally came to a halt, Cecily allowed herself to open her eyes and take stock of what little she could see. Naturally, Ayleta was already up and out of her harness, Cecily noted with slight exasperated amusement. She tried and failed not to grin at her friend’s rather sloppy pirouette, and added a theatrical sigh of hopelessness when Ayleta attempted to time a snap with the opening of the doors. Shaking her head indulgently, she turned her attention to the mess of straps across her body while Ayleta struggled with the door. She grunted, barely half listening, in response to Ayleta’s request, and then of course promptly forgot about it. She continued to struggle with the ludicrous harness as the doors ground open, seeming to simply entangle herself more. Attacking the nylon with more passion than practicality Cecily continued to work at them, blowing her bangs out of her eyes and flipping curls over her shoulders. Finally she was forced to flop back in defeat. “uhm
 Miss Trippoli? I believe I require assistance
.” She told her friend primly.

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Ayleta looked over her shoulder to find Cecily trapped in an entanglement of buckles and nylon. Turning around she blinked dumbly at her friend for a few moments, amazed and at a loss for how exactly she had got herself stuck like that. Shaking her head she set to work on freeing her friend. "Geez, Cilly, you never told me you were so good at knot tying!" she exclaimed, unweaving a buckle. "I'm not even sure how you did this..." Continuing to work on the mess, she muttered vaguely about harness challenged folk. In the end it took a grand total of five minutes to undo all the knotting and then free Cecily from the harness. "There! Finally!"

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Cecily ignored Ayleta’s commentary and ramblings while she waited impatiently to be released. She wasn’t sulking but she wasn’t pleased with the way the adventure was turning out, either. When she had finally been freed, she stood and straightened her clothing with more dignity than someone her size had any right to have. Once she had deemed herself presentable (and honestly slightly past presentable to make Ayleta wait a teensy bit), she straightened and turned to her red banged friend. Snapping her little silver compact shut decisively she grinned and said, “If we must,” and without waiting for an answer, she executed a perfectly proportioned about face and exited the elevator. The world beyond its ancient steel doors was unlike anything she had ever experienced before.

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Tapping her foot in annoyance, Ayleta waited for her friend to finish preening. "If we must." She snorted as Cecily exited the elevator with perfect grace. Following, she smirked at the awed look on the smaller girl's face. Skipping ahead of her a little bit and turning to face her she says, "Like I said, welcome to our oyster..." Making a wide sweeping gesture with her arms, she turned back around and lead them to the end of the platform.

"And now! I shall give you the first choice of the day, which direction shall we go? Up, down? Left, right? Diagonally? Or some variation thereupon?" Ayleta asked, to the various routes they could take. Some looked less stable than others, but she had explored nearly all of the different paths from this point of origin and knew where it was safe to step. Smiling, she tried to guess which route Cecily would choose to go on. Diagonally right and down looked to be the most sturdy of the walkways, so that was a possibility, though there was another path to their direct left that went slightly upwards that would be a fair choice as well. To her slight right was a walkway that reached forward and then curved around a building where it went either up or down, she couldn't quite tell from this distance. She noted that it was one of the few she had yet to properly explore and it seemed to have the most support of all of them. Turning to Cecily she smirked, "So, what'll it be, my lady?"

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Cecily was determined to do something unexpected and slightly out of her comfort zone. She was outside Eden after all!! Why not celebrate the absence of the usual expectations levied on her by defying even her own expectations of herself? She studied the twisting pathways before her in a sort of bemused silence, weighing the pros and cons of each. She dismissed the one on her right that disappeared below them out of hand. It looked much too safe. The death trap hadn’t been fun, but now that she had survived it, her confidence in this strange atmosphere had grown. There was one in front of her that disappeared behind a decrepit building that had promise, but there was an awful lot of stability on that one
 Finally, the fork on her left disappeared above them.

She frowned slightly and chewed her bottom lip, her eyes dancing between her choices. The left looked the most dangerous, but it led in the direction of Eden. She was in no hurry to be ANY closer to her normal, highly structured life. The one on her right led down to who knew what, which was good, but it was entirely too safe. The only HINT of danger on THAT path was the possibility of radioactive poisoning from the lower levels and Cecily was looking for a danger that triggered more adrenaline. If she was going to die today, it would at least be from doing something more interesting. She squared her shoulders and hooked her bag more securely around her right elbow. “Let’s go that way,” she declared, successfully keeping the imperiousness out of her tone. She gestured lazily towards her chosen fork and began to traipse along the metal pathway, throwing in twirls and things just to prove that she could.

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Ayleta couldn't keep the skip out of her step as she followed Cecily down her chosen path. Eyeing the her friend's twirls she jumped up on the railing and walked a few yards. "A promising choice! With a little luck we'll have a fine adventure!" She thrust herself forward and walked on her hands for a bit. All the while looking about their surroundings, scouting out various buildings that might be good for exploring later on. Flipping off the railing she fell in line with Cecily. "And hopefully not get lost..."

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Cecily threw her head back and let loose a carefree laugh, something she hadn’t done authentically in years. “A promising choice! With a little luck we'll have a fine adventure!" Cecily glanced over her shoulder, grinning like an idiot, her hair blowing across her face and gleefully sang back, “Good!! Because I’m absolutely holding you to that!!” With a bound she caught one of the hanging cables that seemed to appear and disappear in the smoke, mist, and shadows that dappled the air around them, only just catching the second half of Ayleta’s sentence. She flipped over the three inch thick steel rope and hung upside down from her knees in front of her friend. Her skirt now preserving the modesty of her stomach and her curls tangling into a perfect mess, she stared into her friend’s eyes with all the foreboding she could wring out of her seven years of performing arts training. Severity embroidering her tone and her unnaturally green eyes flashing, Cecily said, “Ayleta Raquel Trippoli if you get us lost I will kill you.” She remained suspended for a few more seconds to allow her point to sink in and then flashed a pearly grin, righted herself and hopped nimbly down.

The little metal sidewalk of sorts wended its way ever onward through the forest of abandoned derelict skyscrapers. Around every corner there loomed another hulking structure in the mists. Every now and again a haunting animal-esque cry or bird call would shatter the silence and nearly scare the boots off the intrepid Miss Vanderbilt. However, she had only to glance to her right at the utterly at ease and unfailingly eager face of her best friend to shrug it off and continue. Only showing off a teensy bit, Cecily would dance through the hanging cables and vegetation when opportunity presented itself, reminding her muscles what free range acrobatics felt like. She truly missed her physical training extracurriculars. She had just successfully landed a double front flip off a random piece of I-Beam when the hulking shape in the distance seemed to flash. “Did you see that?” she demanded apprehensively.

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Ayleta nearly didn't stick the landing as she flipped off a particularly thick cable. Her eyes beheld the flash of light mid-flip, throwing off her balance. Making a shaky recovery she breathed, "I saw it..." She studied the shape through the mist and searched the exterior for any markers that she might have already been there, but she couldn't make out any of her graffiti from this distance. She continued towards it, enthralled and terrified at what might lie ahead of them. Part of her screamed that they turn right back around and go somewhere else that was definitely deserted, but another, stronger part demanded they seek out whatever had caused the light. After a moment of warring with herself, a decision was made. Straightening, she placed her hands on her hips and cocked her head up, confidence filling her being. Grinning, she turned to Cecily, "Let's check it out!"

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Cecily rolled her eyes expressively. “Of COURSE you do”, she retorted in exasperation. “Something just possibly blew up so NATURALLY we are going to check it out!! Living is overrated anyway!” she subsided into a fuming silence and ghosted forward. Of course their adventure would actually turn out to have REAL adventure-esque qualities. It wouldn’t be enough to simply swing around and explore! NO!! THEY HAD TO PUT THEIR LIVES MORE AT RISK. “Remind me to kill you if we ever get back to Eden.” Cecily seethed. She readjusted her bag resolutely and scampered along a cable that draped near the pathway. If they were going into danger, SHE, at least, wasn’t going to be obvious about it. Being careful to always keep the pathway in sight, she danced through the mists and smoke along cables and vines towards the building.

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Ayleta suppressed her surprise and glee at Cecily's compliance, And I thought I'd have to convince her to come! Keeping to the less visible parts of the walkway, they soon came upon a very worn down set of double doors, Ayleta quietly set about looking for a control panel to see if she could wire them open. She found one off the left side but the panel had been welded into place. Scowling, she shoved at the side of one door to test it's strength. To her surprise, the entire door gave way, sliding off it's hinges with the loud screeching of rusted metal.

She turned to Cecily rather sheepishly, "Well, it's open...." She waved her hand limply at the open doorway before hopping over the threshold and entering the hallway within. There was a little light that came from the doorway, and there might be some source of light at the end of the hallway, but in between was a wide expanse of darkness. Reaching into her pant leg pocket she pulled out a glow torched and cracked it, flapping it against her leg to get the chemicals working. After a few moments the space around her filled with a soft blue light. Now seeing where it was safe to step, Ayleta forged ahead, working towards the end of the hall, occasionally checking out a side room, all of which appeared to have been offices of some kind. Reaching the end of the hall she peeked through the broken glass window in the door.

"By the Ennea..." she swore softly before recklessly pushing the door aside and walking into the dimly lit room. "Cecily! You have got to see this!" she called out, slowly turning around to drink in every corner of the room that she could see. The walls stretched upwards, covered with shelves that held books of all shapes and sizes. Some of the shelves were a little worse for wear, having broken and spilled their loads on the floor. "Cec, I think this is a Library! Like a real, honest to Briggs library we learned about in history!"

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Cecily followed Ayleta into the dank building, questioning her sanity the entire time. She shot her friend an annoyed glare when the girl broke down the front doors as noisily as possible. Ayleta sheepishly replied, “Well it’s open
” and then entered the building. Cecily sighed in extreme annoyance and then followed after her into the deserted hallway on the other side. The hallway was pitch black and Cecily nearly collided with Ayleta’s back, but fortunately the girl produced some sort of light from her pocket and saved them both the trouble of crashing to the floor.

As the two of them proceeded down the hallway, Cecily tried to stay as close to the light as she physically could without alerting Ayleta to her intentions. She wasn’t scared of the dark, exactly, but she definitely didn’t want to be lost and alone in the dark in a strange and possibly radioactive part of Old York. She paused for a second to examine a dark red smear on her boot and was momentarily plunged into darkness when Ayleta forged recklessly into a room at the end of the hallway. [b]“Cecily you have got to see this!!”[/b] Her friend’s voice echoed slightly and Cecily cautiously crossed the threshold, her boot momentarily forgotten. The room was enormous and cavernous. She gazed, dumbfounded, from the doorway at what little the dim blue light illuminated. "Cec, I think this is a Library! Like a real, honest to Briggs library we learned about in history"

Cecily wasn’t exactly the world’s best student. She viewed history as just gossip about dead people. Boring. But even she, who held school and books in disdain, remembered the mention of libraries. The room lived up to her expectations. The air smelled of age and something she couldn’t quite place
 it was a dusty smell almost, but there was a sort of underlying sweetness to it. Like a waft of a memory of a more cultural and calmer era. She couldn’t help herself. She tentatively approached one of the towering stack of the dusty things
 books. The blue light reflected off a thin worn cover of one of them, catching her eye. “As I Lay Dying?” She read aloud. The title made no sense so it came out more like a question rather than a statement. She cracked the book open and flipped through the pages, the dusty sweet smell from earlier filled her nose and seemed to come from the book itself. She frowned and held it at arm’s length, examining it further. “How is this even here?” She glanced over her shoulder at Ayleta and then back to the book. Suddenly, she heard and ominous cracking sound.

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Ayleta studied a broken case that held a small, ornately decorated book on a little stand. There was no title, but the center held a red stone, surrounded by silver carvings. Careful not to cut herself on the glass, she reached in and took the book, flipping through the pages of strange symbols.

"How is this even here?" Cecily asked. Ayleta shook her head, pocketed the little book, and shrugged, "I have no idea, but it's incredible!" she exclaimed picking up a book whose cover read "The Crucible" from a stack nearer to a bookshelf. Suddenly the ground under her feet began to give way. She cried out as the floor fled from under her and caved in to the level below. She tired to move from the crumbling part of the floor but lost her footing and fell back, tumbling down the pieces of floor and framing, her body made a sickening thump as it finally hit the floor below.

Ayleta groaned and rolled to her back, mentally taking stock of her injuries. Her head lulled to the side and she tried taking in the blurred forms around her to no avail. Everything was swimming in a blur of blue light. She couldn't tell what was actually moving and what was solid.

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Dr. Koi White had frozen in horror the moment she heard the sound of shrieking metal. She shook her self slightly and backed away from the chemicals shelf and toward a corner, frantically searching her pockets. She heard doors opening and closing above her and someone calling to another person. She began to whimper, “They know. HE told them!! They’re coming. Person is with them.” Dr. Koi sank to the floor in front the of the vials refrigerator, her pale arms wrapping around her knees. She began to rock slightly. “Should defend myself. But I did bad. Was supposed to let Person know. Now HE told them. He wasn’t supposed to tell. He PROMISED.” Her right eye began to twitch again. She started rocking faster and shaking her head. “Can’t. Can’t. Can’t” She rubbed her scarred forearms. “Can’t. Can’t. Can’t.” Without warning she froze mid rock, her eyes flew wide open. Suddenly she relaxed and stood up, absently brushing the dust from her lab coat. She calmly turned and opened the vials fridge as the ceiling began to crumble. She pulled out the holder for the red serums and carried them over to the long operating table. From another cabinet she pulled a clean syringe as a subject fell through the steadily expanding hole in the ceiling. The monkeys were beside themselves shrieking but she ignored them and the other shrieks coming from the upstairs library.

The subject was female and obviously groggy. Dr. White calmly approached her new subject who had rolled onto her back. “How good of you to come. You could have used the door, of course, but no matter. You’re here now and we can begin the procedure.” She grabbed the subject’s arm and half dragged half helped her to her feet. “I’ve been expecting you,” she told the subject calmly, leading her insistently towards the long operating table. The synthesizer was still plugged in and was humming merrily against the far wall. “I’m sure you’ll be very pleased with the results.” With no further warning, she stabbed the syringe into the subject’s left arm and pressed the plunger down. A faint web of red snaked away from the injection site. “Fantastic. Now let’s get you into the synthesizer.” She pulled the girl towards the humming machine and shoved her down into it. She didn’t look it, but Dr. White was surprisingly strong. Slamming the lid, she placed her hand almost reverently on the power lever. “You might want to close your eyes,” she provided pleasantly, and with a haunting smile she threw the lever down. The room was once again filled with white light.

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Ayleta moaned as strong arms wrapped around her and dragged her to her feet. Someone was talking to her. Cecily? No it was too calm to be Cecily. Who then? She tried to get a look at the person helping her but the face swam in and out of focus. She tripped over her feet a few times, not quite able to keep up with the person's pace. Where were they going?

She gave a sort of gasping shriek at the sudden cold filling her left arm only to be replaced by a burning sensation. Then suddenly she was being pulled along again, tripping to keep up. She grunted when the person suddenly shoved her onto some sort of table. Why wouldn't they be more gentle? The table shook with the slam of the lid. Ayleta managed to move her hand up enough to realize she was closed in somewhere. Panic started to clear her foggy head before her surroundings hummed white and pain laced her body. An involuntary scream ripped out of her as the burning in her arm intensified, spreading through her body until her whole being felt engulfed in fire and she lost consciousness in the white abyss.

"Daddy?" a little Ayleta asked from the backseat, "Why didn't Mommy come tonight? Didn't she want to come see me perform?"

Her father stopped at a red light and turned slightly in his seat, "Of course she did, Mommy was just really busy tonight with work is all."

Ayleta frowned, having heard this excuse far too many times in her short life. "I don't think she likes me much," Ayleta mumbled quietly, looking out the window.

"Ayleta, don't think that!" Her father exclaimed as the light turned green and he pulled into the intersection. "Your mother lo-" He never finished. The car suddenly curved inwards, glass shattering. Ayleta registered the pain lacing up her left side and the warm red trickling down her face before the world faded to black.

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Character Portrait: Ayleta Trippoli Character Portrait: Cecily Vanderbilt Character Portrait: Koi White
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When the light faded, she heard scrabbling from the hole and glanced over. Another subject was edging along the hole. She could see its dirty grey boots. Calmly, she opened the synthesizer and dragged subject one's limp body from it, dropping it onto the floor. Subject two had finally decided to join them and this one, female again, landed lightly on the floor. Dr. White smiled again and calmly walked to the vials fridge. Selecting this time a tray of tubes containing acid green liquid. The subject was obviously rapidly taking in the situation, from the shrieking monkeys to its limp compatriot. "YOU BITCH!!" it screamed, and lunged. It moved rather quickly and was suddenly upon her, scratching at her face. Dr. White grunted and grabbed its wrists, upsetting its balance and throwing it to the floor. "If you would please remain calm. The procedure is largely painless."

"LIKE HELL I'LL REMAIN CALM!!" it shrieked from the floor, rubbing its shoulder. It looked as if it was about to re-initiate assault, so Dr. White sprang to the cabinet and pulled out a syringe. It seemed to hesitate at the sight of the sharp object. "You had better not use that on me. The commander of the West militia won't like it."

Dr. White waved its threats off. "The serums are past animal testing. He should have no problem with this. Now if you would produce your left arm...." It looked outraged and launched itself at her person once more. Hastily tossing the syringe onto the long operation table, Dr. White grabbed it again and shoved it against the cabinet. Hard. She spun to face the table and rapidly loaded the syringe with the green fluid. Subject two seized her from behind, wrapping its arms around her neck and its legs around her middle. Dr. White was thrown slightly off balance and staggered before straightening and plunging the syringe into her attackers arm. "Despite your protests," she grunted, "I'm sure you and your commanders will be very pleased with the results!" The body went stiff but the legs slackened slightly. Slowly, its grip about her neck began to weaken. Dr. Koi White pried it off and dragged it, struggling feebly, to the synthesizer where she was able to shove it in and slam the lid shut. The synthesizer wasn't fully recharged, so she had to endure several minutes of its protests and banging, but once the machine was up and humming she smiled and threw the lever.