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Adam

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a character in “Cultured for the Humans”, originally authored by dreamingreality, as played by RolePlayGateway

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Appearance-

Adam is quite a bit taller than most of the other Cultured's, standing at a towering 6'4 he's a wall of muscle. For being locked in a dome most of his life, his skin has a naturally tan pigmentation and looks like he might lounge around in a tanning bed on occasion. His hair is kept a bit on the longer side and is a little shaggy, his chin almost always covered in five o'clock shadow. He's a mix of boyishly cute and ruggedly good looking, he's just as easy on the eyes as most of the other Cultured's.

Personality-


Before he had escaped, Adam was a cheerful guy. He liked to talk, he enjoyed making friends with other cultured, and nothing in the world seemed to bother him except his own curiosity which had gotten him in trouble on numerous occasions. He was popular among his fellow Cultured, the equivalent of a real world frat boy if such a thing existed in the Dome.

After the escape, however, he changed drastically. He never smiles, he is quiet and mostly sticks to himself aside from the few Cultured humans he was closest too before his escape. He's always anxious. Especially when he sees a Carer speaking to a Cultured, but he doesn't say anything. He can't yet, not until he is able to devise a plan to get them all out of this Dome Prison.

Experience Outside The Dome-


It hadn't been that hard to get outside the walls of the Dome; for the most part he had just sort of wandered outside when most people weren't paying attention. He hadn't done it because he wanted to escape, to rebel, or any such nonsense. He had fully planned to come back, he just had a burning curiosity as to how the air could possibly be poisonous. It just didn't make any sense in his mind. What he saw, what he experienced, and what he had learned was what lit the fire in him to try his damnedest to get the hell out of the Dome for good.

He had managed life outside for a solid year before they had finally caught him. In that time he had found himself in a city with what he originally thought were other Cultureds, but they had simply called themselves human beings. Some of them he saw walking hand in hand, as couples, some of the women with large bellies and discussed how their belly would produce a child. It confused Adam, he had never heard of anything like that. Eventually someone took him in and he was only lucky that it was someone that actively protested against cloning. This man, Johnathan he called himself, taught him as much as he could in a very short time, explained that he was just a bag of parts in case his real "human" counterpart needed him. He also taught Adam to read and write.

After gathering as much information as he did, he knew he had to get back. He had to free his other friends, the other Cultureds. They all deserved to live. They were all equally as human as the rest of the populace outside of the Dome. It wasn't fair that they were no better than rats in a cage, waiting to be fed to the snake that was "modern medicine."

He was caught when Johnathan's neighbor tipped off the police that he was harboring the Cultured that had broken out. Adam's friend, the man who had protected him, was arrested for being in possession of stolen property and he was to be brought back to his life in the dome...But not after being kept in solitary confinement for what felt like centuries, leaving him a tarnished shell of the man he was before.

So begins...

Adam's Story

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Two years locked in a solitary confinement cell had changed Adam, more than even his escape had. For two years he was left alone with nothing but his mind to keep him company and his desire to break out once more, saving his fellow humans. They weren't "Cultured," he had learned, they were human. Just like every one else outside of the Dome and they deserved to live, really live. They were people, not meat sacks that got to be thrown around and used like a bag of organs awaiting harvest. Now he just had to convince most of the others that they were, in fact, in immediate danger without bringing attention to himself from the Carers.

He followed the large group of Cultured out into the leisure area, just as he had done so many times before. What was once a familiar, comforting stomping ground for him now just felt like he was a sheep being herded. The others looked incredibly happy and relieved that it was leisure time, but that was because they didn't know the truth. With the exception of a few he had confided in, no one else had a clue what was going on outside the walls. They were all blind, thinking that the air outside of the Dome was 'poisoned.'

Still, despite his rage, he had to put on a show. Any thoughts of rebellion or escaping had to appear nonexistent. After all, Adam had apparently been brainwashed into compliance after two years and was no longer deemed a threat to the entire operation. A lot of that had been acting, but for a while he had considered that the Carers might actually when. Solitary confinement had been Hell and he had attempted suicide by slamming his head against the wall more than once within the first year of it. In the second year he learned to meditate, though he wouldn't know what that was unless you explained it to him. His year outside of the Dome had taught him a lot, but not everything.

He glanced around the Dome, looking for the familiar face of his friends, and all but blowing off some of the more curious Cultureds. He had answered every question he could, he had done his best to be his old self, and he had lied enough for a lifetime. He couldn't trust them all yet, some of then were understandably happy. Ignorance is bliss, that was a saying he had heard outside and he had never heard anything more true. Before he had been perfectly content within his Dome life, his escape being purely luck and curiosity.

He wandered for a while, unsure of who he should look for first, and eventually he decided to find Emma. She would be the easiest to find, always going to the same spot. Adam found that he had a soft spot for the girl and he wasn't entirely sure why. He knew it was dangerous, but he couldn't help himself. The girl was beautiful and there was something about her that made him smile. He found his way to her pond and crouched down next to her.

"If you're not careful, you'll fall in." He told her, his voice quiet but teasing.

Leah


Normally Leah would be more than happy about going to the Leisure Dome, she enjoyed it almost as much as she enjoyed the exercise portion of the day, but the additional blood work these days often left her tired and desiring nothing more than a nap. Not to mention the fear that she could be killed soon, with the new information that Thomas had provided her. She wanted so badly to believe the Carers, who told her that she was sick and they had to remove the bad blood. The optimist in her still believed it, but the realist knew that it added up. The Carers were always so concerned with their health and Leah had always thought it was because they truly cared about the Cultured's well being, but really they just wanted to make sure their body's were in prime condition...In case a duplicate version of themselves needed the Cultured's parts. At least, that was her understanding of it.

She walked to an area of the Dome that was mostly left alone, leaving her space to lay down without fear of a ball from one of the other Cultured's hitting her. Leah had always loved the feel of the grass; it was so soft, even in comparison to the bed sheets in her cell. Not to mention it was the most lovely shade of green and it soothed her, even when she was afraid that she may be 'transferred' soon.

She wondered what death would be like, or if anything came afterwards, though it was safe to assume she just ceased to exist. She wondered if Emma would miss her or Thomas. These were depressing thoughts, but at the same time she knew that it could happen for her soon if what Thomas had overheard was true. So her natural predisposition to curiosity led her down the path to these darker thoughts, that didn't necessarily leave her sad or upset - just afraid. She was always afraid, ever since Thomas had told her, but there was nothing she could do. She tried not to dwell on it but that was all but impossible.

Speaking of Thomas, she wondered where he was. He had the ability to calm her usually, to ease her fears if only for a little while. That's why she had been so fond of him. Not to mention both of them were curious creatures, which was heavily frowned upon by other Cultureds and the Carers themselves, but it led to many interesting conversations and the feeling of not being alone with their questions and doubts. She was sure she'd spot him soon or he'd spot her, so she stayed in her area with no desire to exert more energy than necessary.

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The sound of rustling leaves behind her warned Emma that someone was approaching. Unconcerned, she didn't bother turning around instead continuing to trace swirled patterns in the water. Thinking it was Leah she was about to ask her how she was feeling. She'd seemed out of sorts recently. Just as she began to turn, Adam's voice broke the silence.

"If you're not careful, you'll fall in."

Emma started, quickly spinning round to face him. Her eyes widened with shock before gradually becoming weary. Nonetheless her expression was open, and a half smile tugged at the corners of her mouth despite herself. Quite a few questions rushed into her head. What was the other Dome like? Was it all the bad? Why did you get transferred?
She started to open her mouth to ask but quickly shut it when she saw his eyes. Sure he looked fine on the surface, but his eyes were not the same as they had been. Something was worrying him- perhaps the residue of whatever punishment he had been forced to endure for the last three years.

"What are you doing here?" She attempted to sound calm and casual, but couldn't hide her perplexity. She glanced quickly behind him, looking for Beth or Peter, both part of his normal group, but it appeared neither had followed him here. Emma was glad of that. At least if it was just Adam perhaps he'd get bored and she could have her solitude back…however when she glanced back at him she was no longer sure that was the case. Maybe he too was seeking to get away from everyone for a while. Surely all the attention would only be enjoyable for so long.

"Are you trying to avoid their questions?"

Emma hated the slight curiosity evident in her voice, that and the hint of disappointment. Truthfully she wanted to know just as much as the others, but there was no way she could risk having such an undesirable trait as curiosity. She sighed quietly. Despite her best efforts it didn't seem she'd ever get the chance to be Transferred. Aside from Adam, only one person had ever been transferred, and that was many years ago. Even so, Emma couldn't really remember anything special about the girl that did get to be Transferred. She didn't particularly seem any more well behaved than anything else. She quickly shut the thought down. The Carers knew far more about it than she did.

"Adam…" Quickly she cut herself off, refusing to ask the question that had been on the tip of her tongue. She frowned slightly, shaking her head.

"Sorry, it's nothing."

She was frustrated both at herself and him. It seemed she'd managed to control herself for so long and now all these questions and thoughts kept coming unbidden. Even with such limited knowledge of what had gone on in the other Dome Emma could feel something had changed. It was only subtle for the moment, but there was a growing restlessness within a few of the Cultured. Now that someone had tasted something different, the same routine no long had its rustic lure. She just could no longer be content with the daily routine. Somehow she found herself longing for something more...substantial. She shifted uncomfortably. With thoughts like these there was absolutely no possibility of ever making her dreams of being Transferred up a reality. She had to find a way to either quell these strange new ambitions or to use them as motivation for proving that she had the capabilities to be promoted.

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"What are you doing here?"
"Are you trying to avoid their questions?"


"I often try to avoid questions, but it seems they find me anyway." The corners of his eyes crinkled as he smiled, trying to determine her reaction to his teasing. He assumed she would be curious too, it written in every human's DNA to be. He could see it in every emotion that splashed across her face. Should he tell her? He wondered. Of course he should tell everyone but despite her allure, he hadn't yet determined if he could trust her. At this point determining who he could trust was detrimental to his continued survival and those he had already confided in.

His smile quickly turned into a frown, his eyes clouded by a dark haze which wasn't uncommon for him these days. He ran a hand over his chin, feeling the stubble scratch against his fingertips. No matter how hard the Carers tried to make him look clean shaven, it seemed the hair there just grew too fast.

"It's tiring, answering questions that you don't have real answers too."

Adam, of course, was referring to the lies he was forced to tell about the Dome he had been "demoted" too. Sure he could spin a thousand fanciful tales and stories to pacify the crowds, but speaking those words as truth was horrifying...because it gave them a new hope and a new curiosity that was all put in the wrong place. It made them dream of transfer and fear demotion and not think of the world outside. It didn't make the Cultured question their reality, only reaffirmed their already established ideals.

"Adam…"
"Sorry, it's nothing."


"If you have questions ask. I may be tired, but I'm not a Carer. I'm not going to chastise you," His voice was quieter this time. It was hard to tell if a Carer was around. The last thing he needed was to be put under more surveillance than he already was. He nervously glanced around, doing his best to be subtle before finally laying his gaze back on the girl.

"Never stop asking questions, Emma."

That statement he knew was dangerous. It hinted at something to her and that could go horribly wrong or work in his favor. He mentally slapped himself for letting something so careless fall out of his mouth, but he couldn't take it back now and he wouldn't. He believed in that statement more than anything else.


Leah


"How...how are you? Are you...feeling alright?"

Thomas' voice put a smile on her face, as bright as ever. No, she wasn't feeling particularly swell and she was terrified but she didn't want to make him worry. He already appeared to be suffering from some sort of guilt, she could see it in his eyes whenever she looked at him. She didn't understand why he was seemingly distraught, but she wasn't about to increase those feelings by complaining about how tired and afraid she was. Leah figured it was best to be as happy as she ever was and with his freckled face around, it wasn't hard to pretend.

"Of course I'm alright. Just sleepy. Don't worry," Despite wanting to remain as positive, her voice shook a little at the end.

Her arms were bruising from all the needles these days, she had overheard one of the Carers worrying that she was going to become to anemic. Of course when she asked about it all they said was that it needed to be done in order to get the bad blood out and a moment of discomfort would be worth her health in the end. It was in these moments that Adam's stories, the ones Thomas had told her, would pop in her head. Not that they weren't always there, in the back of her mind, intruding into her everyday thoughts.

She was grateful to Thomas for telling her though, even if it all turned out to be stories and the Carers really were just removing bad blood.

Leah pressed her hands back into the grass and looked up at the ceiling of the Dome, for a moment she wondered what it would look like if the ceiling wasn't there. If she went outside and looked up, would it look the same as it did in the Dome? Or would their be something else? She didn't have a word for it, but she wished she did. If Adam's stories were true and he had really been outside, he would know. Maybe he would tell her if she asked, but right now that didn't seem important.

"You know the Carers, they're always concerned with all this bad blood I have," She laughed quietly, looking back at him with her ever present smile. "How are you, Thomas?"

She wished Thomas didn't look so grim around her. It was never that way before Adam came back, she almost wished she never had...because now she was questioning where she would be in a few months time. A few weeks? Days? How much time did she have left? Maybe she had forever, but now she spent more time thinking about it than she ever had before. Maybe that was why her friend looked so guilty and concerned all the time, but it wasn't his fault.

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"I often try to avoid questions, but it seems they find me anyway."

Emma responded with a hesitant half-smile back despite herself. Her head warned her not get lax and to remain weary, however the rest of her just wanted to slip out of the constant pretense of disinterest. Abruptly the mood changed. Adam's teasing smile suddenly changed to a serious frown. His eyes became distant and blank. Emma cocked her head to one side, on one hand she was frightened. These sudden mood changes had apparently become common according to the gossip and yet she'd never seen anything like it. On the other hand something warned her that this was not something to be afraid of, rather someone that needed help. She pushed both thoughts away forcing herself to remain neutral as he began to absently scratch his chin. She got a strange feeling that he was no longer here, but instead in some world of his own.

"It's tiring, answering questions that you don't have real answers too." 

This time Emma frowned. What was that supposed to mean? From her perspective most of the questions had been reasonable, only asking for facts. Why couldn't he just tell them the truth? She started to ask him, and then apologised. That was not a question she should ask, no matter how simple it sounded, Emma was sure the Carers would deem it rude.

"If you have questions ask. I may be tired, but I'm not a Carer. I'm not going to chastise you,"

His tone dropped, and the hairs on the back of her neck stood on end in sudden alarm. From the way his eyes were darting around, he was about to say something that perhaps he shouldn't. She considered carefully backing away when he suddenly looked straight at her.

"Never stop asking questions, Emma." 

Her mouth opened in shock, before she quickly jammed it shut. Now it was her turn to gaze around fearfully. Feeling slightly sick, and knowing she looked pale Emma was sure now was the time to leave…but for once she was tempted to go against what she was supposed to do.

"How can you say something like that?" she whispered hoarsely. "Surely you wouldn't risk being demoted again?"

From his state of mind, Emma could tell whatever he had gone through in the other Dome had had a negative effect on him. She had been frightened by it only seconds earlier. Even so, she couldn't understand why he would say something as foolish as that. Even in his current frame of mind he would know that was sure to be condemned by the Carers. She stared at him intently. It seemed the full realisation of what he had said had just occurred to him. He was fortunate that she wasn't interested in sharing such information with the Carers. She had no wish to be bought to their attention, even if it was not her transgressing.

Her hands were shaking slightly, but the next question suddenly just fell out of her mouth.

"What did you actually do in the first place?"

Immediately a blush crept over her cheeks, her embarrassment plain. Of all the rude question she could ask, that was perhaps the worst. So blunt and uncaring. Immediately she started trying to think of ways she could take it back.