Introduction
...I will never forget the day...
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...I saw 'love' scripted in clouds...
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AveoLife Corporation is a company that focuses on finding cures for the rarest and deadliest diseases. They are very widely known for human experimentation, and very widely hated for it as well. Protests began eleven months ago against the company's methods of scientific experimentation for the miracle cure to the Seven Syndrome, so named because only seven people were known to have originally been born with the virus — the rest have contracted it from the experiments in the labs at AveoLife, through several different types of experiments during which the scientists began to attempt to familiarize themselves with the unique case of the Seven. Fourteen months ago, the Seven were brought into the labs, taken from their homes, their schools, friends, families. The scientists said that the Seven Syndrome was deadly and a cure needed to be discovered immediately, for the safety of those Seven. So, the Seven's families let AveoLife take their children away.
However, the families were unaware of the true intentions of AveoLife — to bring the Seven together and create a new generation of powerful humans, an army to use in their attempts to rise to absolute power.
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:s u m m a r y:
So, we're all one of two things: one of the Seven, or a scientist.
Scientists all study one of the Sevens separately.
The Seven are all infected with something publicly known as the 'Seven Syndrome'. Three or more of these seven symptoms can identify the Seven Syndrome; though the scientists on the case seem to think there is a further complication in the genetics of the Seven, something that can barely be explained. Scientists also believe that there may be more symptoms, and that there may, in fact, be more than only Seven of the original mutants.
One of the biggest problems with the Seven is exclusively Number TWO. TWO is an identical twin, where he is infected but his twin is not. Every one of the Seven have their own unique case; but this seems to be one of the more extravagant.
On another note, free reign is given during the day where the experiments can wander freely over the grounds surrounding their specific building, and can use any of the on-site facilities, such as the cafeteria, pool, gym, track, or tennis courts. Such facilities as the sauna or rock-climbing wall are forbidden without accompaniment of authorized personnel, such as one of the scientists.
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The Sevens
ONE: Reserved for Doppleganger
TWO: Rhiennah Aeon by MagicalNeko
THREE: Art Sinlod by TheHaze
FOUR: Livia Castille by AvaLovelace
FIVE: Eaevian Datora by Laithana
SIX: Adrian White by SuckOnMyJuiceBox
SEVEN: Anastasia Adams by 0xthecheshirecatx0
The Scientists
ONE:
TWO:
THREE: Dr. John Aires by SuckOnMyJuiceBox
FOUR:
FIVE: Dr. Sebastian Michaelis by MagicalNeko
SIX: Dr. Soraya Stone by PishPosh
SEVEN: Dr. Luka Sven by PishPosh
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[First Name]
[Last Name]
[Age]
[Gender]
[Seven or Scientist]
[SEVENS ONLY: Infection Number]
[SEVENS ONLY: Symptoms]
[SCIENTISTS ONLY: Area of Study]
[Bio]
[Other]
[Appearance]
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...I will always regret...
o u r : d a y s : u n d e r : t h e : s k y
...forgetting my camera....
o u r : d a y s : u n d e r : t h e : s k y
...I saw 'love' scripted in clouds...
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:p l o t:
AveoLife Corporation is a company that focuses on finding cures for the rarest and deadliest diseases. They are very widely known for human experimentation, and very widely hated for it as well. Protests began eleven months ago against the company's methods of scientific experimentation for the miracle cure to the Seven Syndrome, so named because only seven people were known to have originally been born with the virus — the rest have contracted it from the experiments in the labs at AveoLife, through several different types of experiments during which the scientists began to attempt to familiarize themselves with the unique case of the Seven. Fourteen months ago, the Seven were brought into the labs, taken from their homes, their schools, friends, families. The scientists said that the Seven Syndrome was deadly and a cure needed to be discovered immediately, for the safety of those Seven. So, the Seven's families let AveoLife take their children away.
However, the families were unaware of the true intentions of AveoLife — to bring the Seven together and create a new generation of powerful humans, an army to use in their attempts to rise to absolute power.
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:s u m m a r y:
So, we're all one of two things: one of the Seven, or a scientist.
Scientists all study one of the Sevens separately.
The Seven are all infected with something publicly known as the 'Seven Syndrome'. Three or more of these seven symptoms can identify the Seven Syndrome; though the scientists on the case seem to think there is a further complication in the genetics of the Seven, something that can barely be explained. Scientists also believe that there may be more symptoms, and that there may, in fact, be more than only Seven of the original mutants.
- Unusual eye colour (usually gold, red, black, or sea foam green)
- Unusual skin markings
- Unusual height (or lack thereof)
- Manipulatable body parts (such as healing of flesh [varies in speed from Seven to Seven], changing eye colors, the ability to regenerate organs, etc.)
- Extreme sensitivity to one or more of main elements (Light, Dark, etc.)
- Extended physical capabilities
- Increased mental abilities (resulting in an abnormal power, such as telekinesis, pyrokinesis, etc.)
One of the biggest problems with the Seven is exclusively Number TWO. TWO is an identical twin, where he is infected but his twin is not. Every one of the Seven have their own unique case; but this seems to be one of the more extravagant.
On another note, free reign is given during the day where the experiments can wander freely over the grounds surrounding their specific building, and can use any of the on-site facilities, such as the cafeteria, pool, gym, track, or tennis courts. Such facilities as the sauna or rock-climbing wall are forbidden without accompaniment of authorized personnel, such as one of the scientists.
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The Sevens
ONE: Reserved for Doppleganger
TWO: Rhiennah Aeon by MagicalNeko
THREE: Art Sinlod by TheHaze
FOUR: Livia Castille by AvaLovelace
FIVE: Eaevian Datora by Laithana
SIX: Adrian White by SuckOnMyJuiceBox
SEVEN: Anastasia Adams by 0xthecheshirecatx0
The Scientists
ONE:
TWO:
THREE: Dr. John Aires by SuckOnMyJuiceBox
FOUR:
FIVE: Dr. Sebastian Michaelis by MagicalNeko
SIX: Dr. Soraya Stone by PishPosh
SEVEN: Dr. Luka Sven by PishPosh
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[First Name]
[Last Name]
[Age]
[Gender]
[Seven or Scientist]
[SEVENS ONLY: Infection Number]
[SEVENS ONLY: Symptoms]
[SCIENTISTS ONLY: Area of Study]
[Bio]
[Other]
[Appearance]
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...I will always regret...
o u r : d a y s : u n d e r : t h e : s k y
...forgetting my camera....
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"If you've come with my pizza, leave it on the side table and back away slowly."
The curtain covered the window, just as it always had. I lay alone in the dark, waiting in the AveoLife Seven Test Facility. I was waiting for results, which I usually overheard by accident. Everything here was meant to kept as quiet as possible. So basically, all I had to do was wait until they had use of me again, in which case, two scientists would usually discuss my information behind my back. As if I couldn't hear them.
Patience was virtue, apparently, and around here if you didn't learn to be patient, you didn't learn anything. I had nothing better to do than to wait. I waited to be called on for tests. I waited for sleep. Sometimes, I couldn't sleep, and waited for the end of the day, and the end — therefore — of unbearable discomfort. Mostly, I waited for the end. I waited until I could see my family again.... My brother.
"Rhovaniah, if you could see me now...." I muttered to the ceiling, which lay dormant only feet above me. A few of the scientists passed by my room, their voices and footsteps echoed loudly. My door was left open slightly, allowing a thin filament of light into the room. I rolled onto my side, facing the wall to avoid making eye contact with the evil strip of brightness.
And all I could do now was wait.
"If you've come with my pizza, leave it on the side table and back away slowly."
The curtain covered the window, just as it always had. I lay alone in the dark, waiting in the AveoLife Seven Test Facility. I was waiting for results, which I usually overheard by accident. Everything here was meant to kept as quiet as possible. So basically, all I had to do was wait until they had use of me again, in which case, two scientists would usually discuss my information behind my back. As if I couldn't hear them.
Patience was virtue, apparently, and around here if you didn't learn to be patient, you didn't learn anything. I had nothing better to do than to wait. I waited to be called on for tests. I waited for sleep. Sometimes, I couldn't sleep, and waited for the end of the day, and the end — therefore — of unbearable discomfort. Mostly, I waited for the end. I waited until I could see my family again.... My brother.
"Rhovaniah, if you could see me now...." I muttered to the ceiling, which lay dormant only feet above me. A few of the scientists passed by my room, their voices and footsteps echoed loudly. My door was left open slightly, allowing a thin filament of light into the room. I rolled onto my side, facing the wall to avoid making eye contact with the evil strip of brightness.
And all I could do now was wait.
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[E A E V I A N]
“Now Eaevian. Try the can of soup.”
Why should I? I didn't say it of course, it would only make the scientists impatient and they would think of something more painful to test. My hesitation caused a flicker of worry to cross over the scientist behind the glass. His face was raw with concentration. I did it. I had no choice. But I rolled my eyes in the process.
After years of living with this symptom I had learned to accept it. No more silly hand waving. I think it made my childhood seem interesting that way. No, I never budged. Just focused the glare of my crimson gaze onto the can of soup. The tin rose off of the table. Steady. As if a hand had done it. The new scientists behind the glass scribbled in their notes with a flourish up and and down looks. They were simply amazed. But then, nothing about this was normal so who wouldn't be?
The more I did this, the more they forced me to do this..the more angry I became. I was a puppet, a show. I side show freak to be poked, prodded, and I knew eventually when they had no more need of me. Cut open. Then, my symptom surged.
I always called it a symptom like my parents had. It wasn't magic. It wasn't a hidden power. I was diseased. And my disease was angry. The can of soup that floated above the table slowly moved over to the bullet proof glass. I had the chicken noodle soup turn counter clockwise, and flip over all in precise movements. Never wobbling or faltering.
By now every scientist was leaning forward. My control over the flexibility of the object astounded them, surely.
The can slowly stopped turning and right when the last scientist, a woman in her mid thirties leaned to press her face closer to the glass for a better look, it exploded.
A loud crunch echoed out as the tin con was crushed, spewing the chunky yellow soup with its stringy noodles to cover their shocked and frightened eyes from my vision.
Later, after I had been taken to my room and sedated. Sedated because they feared I would do what I did to the can too them. I began to ponder.
Could I really do that to a human being?
“Now Eaevian. Try the can of soup.”
Why should I? I didn't say it of course, it would only make the scientists impatient and they would think of something more painful to test. My hesitation caused a flicker of worry to cross over the scientist behind the glass. His face was raw with concentration. I did it. I had no choice. But I rolled my eyes in the process.
After years of living with this symptom I had learned to accept it. No more silly hand waving. I think it made my childhood seem interesting that way. No, I never budged. Just focused the glare of my crimson gaze onto the can of soup. The tin rose off of the table. Steady. As if a hand had done it. The new scientists behind the glass scribbled in their notes with a flourish up and and down looks. They were simply amazed. But then, nothing about this was normal so who wouldn't be?
The more I did this, the more they forced me to do this..the more angry I became. I was a puppet, a show. I side show freak to be poked, prodded, and I knew eventually when they had no more need of me. Cut open. Then, my symptom surged.
I always called it a symptom like my parents had. It wasn't magic. It wasn't a hidden power. I was diseased. And my disease was angry. The can of soup that floated above the table slowly moved over to the bullet proof glass. I had the chicken noodle soup turn counter clockwise, and flip over all in precise movements. Never wobbling or faltering.
By now every scientist was leaning forward. My control over the flexibility of the object astounded them, surely.
The can slowly stopped turning and right when the last scientist, a woman in her mid thirties leaned to press her face closer to the glass for a better look, it exploded.
A loud crunch echoed out as the tin con was crushed, spewing the chunky yellow soup with its stringy noodles to cover their shocked and frightened eyes from my vision.
Later, after I had been taken to my room and sedated. Sedated because they feared I would do what I did to the can too them. I began to ponder.
Could I really do that to a human being?
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Adrian
It wasn't my fault, you know. That i'm like this, that is. They said it was my fault.
"I was born."
I don't believe them. I think it's God's doing. It has to be because no human being with a heart coud've pulled this off. No matter how sick in the head, I just don't think someone could've done this. Deliberatly, that is. Maybe it wasn't deliberatly though. Maybe it was one big mistake and I got stuck with the consquences somehow. Mom and dad would eventually buy me out of this, and I'll be back in school before I know it.
I liked that idea.
You know what I don't like though? This blanket and how it barely reaches my waist. Not only is the blanket small, but its itchy, and scratchy against my skin. I want to rip it off and burn it, but I can't because they'll come in and do that thing with the needle again. So I'll settle for the itchy blanket and the idea of mom and dad coming too get me soon.
They're going to walk into that bulky door right there, with hugs and real food. Collin, Jamie, Brittany and all the rest of my friends will be there too. They'll ask me if I'm okay, and they'll tell me all about how they kicked those rotten scientist's asses to get here, and how they wished I was there to help. And my professer Mr. Smith will be there too to congragulate me on living through such a traumatizing event. And then they'll take me home and I'll be greeted as a hero and I'll carry on with my life like nothing happened, and Hannah was still alive.
I liked that idea too.
It wasn't my fault, you know. That i'm like this, that is. They said it was my fault.
"I was born."
I don't believe them. I think it's God's doing. It has to be because no human being with a heart coud've pulled this off. No matter how sick in the head, I just don't think someone could've done this. Deliberatly, that is. Maybe it wasn't deliberatly though. Maybe it was one big mistake and I got stuck with the consquences somehow. Mom and dad would eventually buy me out of this, and I'll be back in school before I know it.
I liked that idea.
You know what I don't like though? This blanket and how it barely reaches my waist. Not only is the blanket small, but its itchy, and scratchy against my skin. I want to rip it off and burn it, but I can't because they'll come in and do that thing with the needle again. So I'll settle for the itchy blanket and the idea of mom and dad coming too get me soon.
They're going to walk into that bulky door right there, with hugs and real food. Collin, Jamie, Brittany and all the rest of my friends will be there too. They'll ask me if I'm okay, and they'll tell me all about how they kicked those rotten scientist's asses to get here, and how they wished I was there to help. And my professer Mr. Smith will be there too to congragulate me on living through such a traumatizing event. And then they'll take me home and I'll be greeted as a hero and I'll carry on with my life like nothing happened, and Hannah was still alive.
I liked that idea too.
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Today, Livia decided to stay inside, she felt as if that she couldn't stand any light today.
That's sad... She thought, laying in the pitch black darkness of her room, her curtains drawn close and tight as she buried herself under the blankets. I wanted to get some sun, she finished as she curled tightly into the blankets, shoving back the urge to shiver violently in her cold room. She rolled her eyes as she stared off into the darkness, she couldn't tell where she was staring at in her room and that was the way she liked it. "Just because it's my element.. doesn't mean I like it..." she muttered softly into her room, wishing for more blankets to snuggle under. She wanted so badly to stomp out into the halls and throw one of her usual fits, but then they'd come in and strap her down on that cold metal table under those harsh lights. She shuddered, she definitely wasn't going to risk the sweet darkness for that.
She sighed and thought about her mother and her little brother, Myles. I wonder how they're doing... Is Martin living up to his promise? Probably not... She thought bitterly, she doubted that her father would actually take care of the family he left for some girl old enough to be her sister! Then the memory of her mother and Myles' smiling faces calmed her down as she held back the urge to cry. I should be at home, taking care of them! "Stupid virus! Stupid Scientist!" She whispered harshly, tightening her hold on her blankets. But there was nothing she could do, as long as she was stuck there, she might never see them again.
With that final thought, she closed her eyes and willed herself to get more sleep before the scientist burst into her room with more ridiculous test and experiment to run.
This was her life... for now.
That's sad... She thought, laying in the pitch black darkness of her room, her curtains drawn close and tight as she buried herself under the blankets. I wanted to get some sun, she finished as she curled tightly into the blankets, shoving back the urge to shiver violently in her cold room. She rolled her eyes as she stared off into the darkness, she couldn't tell where she was staring at in her room and that was the way she liked it. "Just because it's my element.. doesn't mean I like it..." she muttered softly into her room, wishing for more blankets to snuggle under. She wanted so badly to stomp out into the halls and throw one of her usual fits, but then they'd come in and strap her down on that cold metal table under those harsh lights. She shuddered, she definitely wasn't going to risk the sweet darkness for that.
She sighed and thought about her mother and her little brother, Myles. I wonder how they're doing... Is Martin living up to his promise? Probably not... She thought bitterly, she doubted that her father would actually take care of the family he left for some girl old enough to be her sister! Then the memory of her mother and Myles' smiling faces calmed her down as she held back the urge to cry. I should be at home, taking care of them! "Stupid virus! Stupid Scientist!" She whispered harshly, tightening her hold on her blankets. But there was nothing she could do, as long as she was stuck there, she might never see them again.
With that final thought, she closed her eyes and willed herself to get more sleep before the scientist burst into her room with more ridiculous test and experiment to run.
This was her life... for now.
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Anastasia was secured tightly to a cold, metal table with two scientists in fireproof suits leaning over her. Her vision was blurry and she could barely make out the window high above where more looked down upon her. She continued to beg, though they could barely hear her. She was exhausted and pain surged threw her body.
"Again." One said in an indifferent tone. How could they torture her like this. She was different, but she was human. She had feelings and emotions. She closed her eyes and thought about dying. How happy she would be. She wouldn't even mind going to Hell. This place was far worse.
"One, two, thr..." The scientist counted. In the middle of saying three he snapped Anastasia's arm back against the table. A sickening crack was heard before the deafening siren that was her screaming. Fire shot up from Anastasia's body towards the observation window. It did no good. No one would be affected by it.
"Again." One said in an indifferent tone. How could they torture her like this. She was different, but she was human. She had feelings and emotions. She closed her eyes and thought about dying. How happy she would be. She wouldn't even mind going to Hell. This place was far worse.
"One, two, thr..." The scientist counted. In the middle of saying three he snapped Anastasia's arm back against the table. A sickening crack was heard before the deafening siren that was her screaming. Fire shot up from Anastasia's body towards the observation window. It did no good. No one would be affected by it.
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I lay awake, staring at my wall, now. I was positioned on my side, the blanket pulled up to cover my head. It was wam under there, and I drew myself toward the heat, curling into a ball as best I could. I could have stayed there for ever. It was quiet and stress-free, warm, as familiar as I would ever be allowed. My room was my safe haven — a paradise, almost — considering that this is where they took me from and brought me back to when I was of use. I had my clothing here, my stereo, and a photo of my identical twin and I only a year and a half ago, sitting under the big oak tree in our back yard after a game of family volleyball. We were both soaked in sweat, dissheveled, and panting from exhaustion; but we were still grinning like idiots. The only difference was our style of dress. Rhovaniah wore a pair of shorts and a tee-shirt, a pair of sandals thrown on casually. I, however, wore a hoodie and a pair of jeans with full running shoes. It was the only way people could ever tell us apart.
I turned over to snatch the photo and hold it close to me, cradling it against my chest as I closed my eyes, finally finding sleep....
A sharp pain washed through my body and startled me, forcing me to sit up just in time to hear the telltale growl of an angry stomach. I hadn't eaten all day. I couldn't. Early in the morning, I had been put through an endurance test; I was tired from having not slept the night before, I was starved, and I was ready to drop. They made me run the treadmill until I really did drop, and then carried me back to me room. I had been here ever since.
Giving up, I threw the blanket back, mourning the loss of the heat that went with it as I picked myself up and pulled on a simple black hoodie. It was emblazoned with grey markings on the back, which swirlled together to form a set of wings, quite reminiscent of the natural markings in my skin. I shook my head to clear the image; at least the looked cool. Anyway, my primary objective was to get my butt down to the cafeteria and find me a freakin' cheeseburger. I was so hungry!
Luckily, AveoLife served nothing but the best. We experiments had to be in top physical condition to perform at our best for accurate results. Most of the time, anyway. So, the cafeteria served gourmet dishes, twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week. But seriously, who cares about gourmet when they practically have an on-site Harvey's that I practically lived for? All I really needed was a bacon cheeseburger — extra bacon, hold the lettuce, and no pickles unless they're the long skinny ones instead of the little round ones — and a Dr. Pepper, and I was good to go. It put me back in a decent, rational mood.... Sort of.
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"Let's play doctor, shall we?"
Another productive day.... Or it had begun so. FIVE, as I heard, had gone through the required testing problem-free. That would mean that the data I required for my report on brain developments of a telekinetic, which needed to be sumbitted to the board office by midnight tonight, would finally be finished, and I could sleep again. Until then, I'd just drink about a dozen cups of coffee. I picked up my mug and brought it to my lips, taking a deep breath in through my nose... only to notice that it was empty again. I realize that a scientist should never be working at this level over overtired; but I was almost there. Almost. So close....
And what would my father have to say now? Frankly, I didn't give a damn. I belonged loyally to AveoLife. I was so dedicated that I drew blood from my own test subject, Miss Eaevian Datora, and injected myself with it — as it turns out, this was hardly any danger, because our blood types matched — to see the effects. I was one of several others, and my reation was the most minute. I escaped with only the changed eye colour. Others had fallen victim to growth spurts, the appearance of strange markings, sudden boosts in IQ and even strange powers — physical and mental — that is considered abnormal for the human being. These subjects were allowed to leave. Those that survived; some of them ended up killing themselves accidently, or purposely in some cases... those who couldn't stand the monster they had become. I was driven now. Even more so. Why was it that my symptoms were so minute, when others were able to be diagnosed with their three or more symptoms? I didn't understand, and it frustrated me.
So, I decided that, on my way to refill my coffee in the cafeteria, I'd drop in on FIVE and see how she was feeling. I reached her door and knocked twice before letting myself in, closing the door behind me. "Good afternoon, Eaevian. How did the testing go?" I considered her very lucky to have received me as her doctor; I was so much more pleasant that some of the others.
I lay awake, staring at my wall, now. I was positioned on my side, the blanket pulled up to cover my head. It was wam under there, and I drew myself toward the heat, curling into a ball as best I could. I could have stayed there for ever. It was quiet and stress-free, warm, as familiar as I would ever be allowed. My room was my safe haven — a paradise, almost — considering that this is where they took me from and brought me back to when I was of use. I had my clothing here, my stereo, and a photo of my identical twin and I only a year and a half ago, sitting under the big oak tree in our back yard after a game of family volleyball. We were both soaked in sweat, dissheveled, and panting from exhaustion; but we were still grinning like idiots. The only difference was our style of dress. Rhovaniah wore a pair of shorts and a tee-shirt, a pair of sandals thrown on casually. I, however, wore a hoodie and a pair of jeans with full running shoes. It was the only way people could ever tell us apart.
I turned over to snatch the photo and hold it close to me, cradling it against my chest as I closed my eyes, finally finding sleep....
A sharp pain washed through my body and startled me, forcing me to sit up just in time to hear the telltale growl of an angry stomach. I hadn't eaten all day. I couldn't. Early in the morning, I had been put through an endurance test; I was tired from having not slept the night before, I was starved, and I was ready to drop. They made me run the treadmill until I really did drop, and then carried me back to me room. I had been here ever since.
Giving up, I threw the blanket back, mourning the loss of the heat that went with it as I picked myself up and pulled on a simple black hoodie. It was emblazoned with grey markings on the back, which swirlled together to form a set of wings, quite reminiscent of the natural markings in my skin. I shook my head to clear the image; at least the looked cool. Anyway, my primary objective was to get my butt down to the cafeteria and find me a freakin' cheeseburger. I was so hungry!
Luckily, AveoLife served nothing but the best. We experiments had to be in top physical condition to perform at our best for accurate results. Most of the time, anyway. So, the cafeteria served gourmet dishes, twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week. But seriously, who cares about gourmet when they practically have an on-site Harvey's that I practically lived for? All I really needed was a bacon cheeseburger — extra bacon, hold the lettuce, and no pickles unless they're the long skinny ones instead of the little round ones — and a Dr. Pepper, and I was good to go. It put me back in a decent, rational mood.... Sort of.
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"Let's play doctor, shall we?"
Another productive day.... Or it had begun so. FIVE, as I heard, had gone through the required testing problem-free. That would mean that the data I required for my report on brain developments of a telekinetic, which needed to be sumbitted to the board office by midnight tonight, would finally be finished, and I could sleep again. Until then, I'd just drink about a dozen cups of coffee. I picked up my mug and brought it to my lips, taking a deep breath in through my nose... only to notice that it was empty again. I realize that a scientist should never be working at this level over overtired; but I was almost there. Almost. So close....
And what would my father have to say now? Frankly, I didn't give a damn. I belonged loyally to AveoLife. I was so dedicated that I drew blood from my own test subject, Miss Eaevian Datora, and injected myself with it — as it turns out, this was hardly any danger, because our blood types matched — to see the effects. I was one of several others, and my reation was the most minute. I escaped with only the changed eye colour. Others had fallen victim to growth spurts, the appearance of strange markings, sudden boosts in IQ and even strange powers — physical and mental — that is considered abnormal for the human being. These subjects were allowed to leave. Those that survived; some of them ended up killing themselves accidently, or purposely in some cases... those who couldn't stand the monster they had become. I was driven now. Even more so. Why was it that my symptoms were so minute, when others were able to be diagnosed with their three or more symptoms? I didn't understand, and it frustrated me.
So, I decided that, on my way to refill my coffee in the cafeteria, I'd drop in on FIVE and see how she was feeling. I reached her door and knocked twice before letting myself in, closing the door behind me. "Good afternoon, Eaevian. How did the testing go?" I considered her very lucky to have received me as her doctor; I was so much more pleasant that some of the others.
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My room was a haven. The roomate and I rarely were in at the same time, with the testing and all. Thsi privacy gave me time to draw back the curtais that darkened the decent sized “cell” and light flooded in. I let it burn into my skin, that sweet scent of freedom baking into my pigments. They let us go outside, sure, but it wasn't the same. It wasn't the freedom I desired. Hoped for.
I barely heard the second knock before a Scientist entered. I never called them by their given names. They wanted us to know them, to feel more comfortable and secure about the things they did.
“I am fine.”
Pushing away from the window I went to sit on the edge of the bed. Currling my fingers into the bedsheets for some control. Anger wasn't a problem I normally had. But this was my time of the month and frustation ran high. Forcing a placid smile to my face I looked up directing the crimson hues into his.
“Can I help you, Scientist?”
I barely heard the second knock before a Scientist entered. I never called them by their given names. They wanted us to know them, to feel more comfortable and secure about the things they did.
“I am fine.”
Pushing away from the window I went to sit on the edge of the bed. Currling my fingers into the bedsheets for some control. Anger wasn't a problem I normally had. But this was my time of the month and frustation ran high. Forcing a placid smile to my face I looked up directing the crimson hues into his.
“Can I help you, Scientist?”
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"I just wanted to know how your tests were," I explained softly, raising my hands and coffee mug in defence. I knew it wouldn't save me from her wrath should she choose to unleash it on me. I stared into her eyes, which matched my own, and smiled, attempting to be friendly. She wasn't the type, at least not toward my own — another fact I was aware of. "I need the results before I turn in a report, and I need the report completed so I don't lose my job or my reputation. And I'm certain there's something I can help you with," I offered, glancing out her window. "Anything you want. Just sit down and have a talk with me. We can do it here if you wish. Anywhere. Out there?" I motioned to the scene outside the window, walking slowly to admire the view.
AveoLife Test Facility was hidden away on the edge of a lake in the middle of a forest. It was bordered by evergreens on three sides, which lead up a steep slope peaked some fifteen thousand feet up in crisp white snow. The other side was a seemingly endless expanse of cold, black water, gaining it's colour only from the grey of the sky today. We were expecting snow soon, and a lot of it. This wasn't uncommon, either. It was mid-November, leading up to winter, and we worried if it hadn't snowed by now.
"Come along, Eaevian. I'll make it happen."
"I just wanted to know how your tests were," I explained softly, raising my hands and coffee mug in defence. I knew it wouldn't save me from her wrath should she choose to unleash it on me. I stared into her eyes, which matched my own, and smiled, attempting to be friendly. She wasn't the type, at least not toward my own — another fact I was aware of. "I need the results before I turn in a report, and I need the report completed so I don't lose my job or my reputation. And I'm certain there's something I can help you with," I offered, glancing out her window. "Anything you want. Just sit down and have a talk with me. We can do it here if you wish. Anywhere. Out there?" I motioned to the scene outside the window, walking slowly to admire the view.
AveoLife Test Facility was hidden away on the edge of a lake in the middle of a forest. It was bordered by evergreens on three sides, which lead up a steep slope peaked some fifteen thousand feet up in crisp white snow. The other side was a seemingly endless expanse of cold, black water, gaining it's colour only from the grey of the sky today. We were expecting snow soon, and a lot of it. This wasn't uncommon, either. It was mid-November, leading up to winter, and we worried if it hadn't snowed by now.
"Come along, Eaevian. I'll make it happen."
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It was one of those slow days again. Those days where you just know nothing is going to happen, and no one has the energy or the heart to attempt it. It was frustrating really. Everything was frustrating. The way Steven Lenners shoes dragged in my direction with such unenthusiasm was frustrating that I could've hit him with my clipboard. I didn't though, instead I stopped him and asked where Sebby was with as much enthusiasm as he used when he walked.
"Er, I think hes with one of the Seven subjects." He said as I watched him run his hands through his hair.
"Oh.. Alright." I replied back, lowering my gaze to his shoes that were the color of the back of a beetles wing.
He gave me a nod and started to shuffle away.
"Hey Steven," I called out.
He stopped and turned around, furrowing his dark eyesbrows slightly. "Yeah?" He replied.
"Get a haircut." I suggested.
I turned around and headed down the hallway before he could reply. I didn't know where I was heading. I just kinda wandered aimlessly for awhile. It was days like these when throwing pencils up at the ceiling to see if any stuck seemed appealing, and harassing the my co-workers was the next best thing. I wondered where Sebby was, and then probably figured he was avoiding me. I felt a pang of hurt that was soon replaced with hunger. Eating was a good way to pass the time. I headed over to the cafeteria, which was conviently down the hall to where I was. As I turned a corner, I walked straight into the back of a kid.
"Whoah, whoah." I said, steadying myself, "Watch where your going kid. I could've ha--Hi Rhiennon. Or was it Rhianna? No, wait, thats a singer. Rhinnoy?"
I bent my knees so I was at an equal height with him then narrowed my eyes. "Rhiennah." I stood upright and smiled in satisfaction, "How are you?"
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I was startled by the man who had walked into me. It took me a moment to register him completely, but soon I could see that he was one of the scientists... Dr. Aires, if I remembered correctly. He wasn't my primary doctor, so I didn't see him often, but that was good enough for me. Even though I didn't like the scientists, I was polite, and I tried to help them as best I could in hopes that I could someday return home. But this one.... He was a different story. I still tried to be nice, but I avoided him when I could.
"I'm fine," I responded, looking away from him. "I'm going to the cafeteria to get something to eat."
Please leave me alone, I thought, though I would never dare say it out loud. One thing is certain around here — you never bite the hand that feeds you, especially if they may be present at your next screening. I knew I was special around here, one of the most special in fact, and it was because of my brother. My unaffected twin. It was probably common knowledge around here, but I was uncertain if any of the others like me — the Sevens, or whatever — were aware. It had been fourteen months and I had barely met any of them, any more than a quick glance in the hallway going to and from tests.
I tried to strike up conversation, for politeness' sake. If I stayed on good terms with them, maybe they'd be a little nicer to me. "And you, Dr. Aires? How've you been?"
I was startled by the man who had walked into me. It took me a moment to register him completely, but soon I could see that he was one of the scientists... Dr. Aires, if I remembered correctly. He wasn't my primary doctor, so I didn't see him often, but that was good enough for me. Even though I didn't like the scientists, I was polite, and I tried to help them as best I could in hopes that I could someday return home. But this one.... He was a different story. I still tried to be nice, but I avoided him when I could.
"I'm fine," I responded, looking away from him. "I'm going to the cafeteria to get something to eat."
Please leave me alone, I thought, though I would never dare say it out loud. One thing is certain around here — you never bite the hand that feeds you, especially if they may be present at your next screening. I knew I was special around here, one of the most special in fact, and it was because of my brother. My unaffected twin. It was probably common knowledge around here, but I was uncertain if any of the others like me — the Sevens, or whatever — were aware. It had been fourteen months and I had barely met any of them, any more than a quick glance in the hallway going to and from tests.
I tried to strike up conversation, for politeness' sake. If I stayed on good terms with them, maybe they'd be a little nicer to me. "And you, Dr. Aires? How've you been?"
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In the few years Soraya had worked for AveoLife, she had found that it was easy to get sick of the color white. It didn't take longer than a few months for her to first feel a glimmer of the intense hatred she would come to know for the absence of color. Everything in the testing facility was either white or steel. And shiny, cold steel wasn't anymore comforting than the bright, harsh hue that so offended Soraya. It offended her, and it surrounded her. She felt smothered by it, and she wasn't even a prisoner like some of the people her. Unlike the test subjects, she was free to go where she pleased after work hours were over. But, like many of the scientist that worked at the AveoLife Testing Facility, Soraya had no desire to go anywhere else. At least the other scientist had a reason. They were consumed by their worked: obsessed with finding the answer to every scientific mystery known to man. She on the other hand had no desire to leave simply because she had no where else to go.
Home was out of the question. Her family life had never been great. She had always felt that she did not belong as part of the great Stone family. She had never had the right sort of ambition, and her family made that clear. No, it was better that she stay at the testing facility; she could get in nobody's way there, and at least she felt somewhat appreciated.
Soraya was in her office, which was just as white as the rest of the facility. The scientists were not allowed to bring any personal effects or decorate their surroundings in anyway, and that included personal space such as her office, so the photos Soraya was pouring over were a happy contrast to the stark whiteness around her. They were not personal photos, of course, such things wouldn't be allowed any more than decorations. The photos had come out of a folder marked with the words "Subject SIX - Markings" and they captured the strange symptoms that were the colorful markings on the back of her test subject. Subject SIX, Adrian White, had the most interesting physical symptoms of the Seven in Soraya's opinion. It was why she had requested him as her subject in the first place. The markings on Mr. White's back were more than interesting, they were somehow hauntingly beautiful, and they were something that had fascinated Soraya since the subjects had first entered the facility.
She had been pouring over the photos for some time, tracing the intricate design with one slender finger while biting the nail of another on her other hand. The photos, of course, did not do justice to the real thing.
Soraya yawned and stretched. She had not been getting very good sleep lately. Her dreams had recently had a way of turning into nightmares if she let herself sleep long enough. She had been awake since the early hours of the morning before the sun had even risen, and it was now afternoon. She had spent the whole of the morning in her office, and she decided it was time she did some actual work. It was time she visited her subject.
Soraya neatly stacked the photos on top of each other and put them back into their file. She stood up from her desk and pulled her lab coat around her: white, of course. How she hated it.
When she reached Subject SIX's room she knocked politely and waited for a response. This was not necessary, of course, but Soraya felt allowing her subjects such freedoms as personal space made up for the many other freedoms lost to them. Well, maybe it didn't make up for them fully, but she hoped it helped.
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Dr. Luka Sven
Dr. Sven watched from a high window as his subject was being tested. The blazing fire that spread rapidly along her body reflected in his glasses, even from this height. It added a semblance of warmth to the otherwise cold eyes devoid of feeling. But, the strange smile on his lips made for an unappealing, and almost frightening prospect to behold.
The doctor was standing in a thoughtful position with one arm crossed over his abdomen and the other stretching up to cradle his chin. He tapped his fingers lightly with both hands as he waited, patiently for the results he wanted. Luka was many things, but first and foremost, he was patient. He watched in silence at the scene below, and when the fire was out, he pressed a button on the side of the window.
"Very good," he said in a stoic tone as his voice boomed around the testing room. "Time how long it takes before the bones re-set themselves, and when your done place her back her room and make sure she gets whatever she desires. I will be in to check on her when she is feeling less . . . fiery," he finished. He took his finger off the button and added to himself as he turned away, "My toys must be kept happy."
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With a grunt, she got out of her bed and slipped on the clothes she wears when the sun irritates her. She silence was unnerving and so far, her scientist wasn't bothering her since the last text they ran on her, chill bumps ran up her spin as she combed her fingers through her hair. "Hope I gave him frost bite" She thought before slipping on her glasses as swinging open the door, wincing as the light hit her face as she turned and walked through the halls with her arms crossed and her back hunched. This is why she hated her element, even though she was finally out of her freezing cold room into warm air, there was always cold lingering deep inside her.
She stepped outside into the mini park they had and walked over, sitting on the swing as she gripped the chains. Frost formed on the chains around her hands as she cursed, pulling her hand away as it began to melt in the sun. She closed her eyes, taking deep breaths as she held her hands to her chest. Her emotions triggered her powers when they were strong enough, if she didn't calm down, her hands might turn into knives if she wasn't careful. Too busy calming herself down, she didn't hear footsteps until the sun was blocked and her body felt like it was a block of ice, her eyes snapped open and looked up to see her scientist, grinning down at her. Her sea foam green eyes seemed to take an icy tint to it as her scientist offered her a hand, "Livia, it time for another test, but this time, let's try it without any trouble, hm?" Her fingers tingled as she stayed quiet, her glare hardening as her scientist sighed and dropped their hand.
"Guess we're going to force you again? If this keeps happening, we might just strap you down and monitor your every move" They threatened before she stood, keeping her hands at her side as she started walking, she knew where the room was by heart. "I'll be damned if I'm going to be monitored the rest of my time here, you coming?"
She stepped outside into the mini park they had and walked over, sitting on the swing as she gripped the chains. Frost formed on the chains around her hands as she cursed, pulling her hand away as it began to melt in the sun. She closed her eyes, taking deep breaths as she held her hands to her chest. Her emotions triggered her powers when they were strong enough, if she didn't calm down, her hands might turn into knives if she wasn't careful. Too busy calming herself down, she didn't hear footsteps until the sun was blocked and her body felt like it was a block of ice, her eyes snapped open and looked up to see her scientist, grinning down at her. Her sea foam green eyes seemed to take an icy tint to it as her scientist offered her a hand, "Livia, it time for another test, but this time, let's try it without any trouble, hm?" Her fingers tingled as she stayed quiet, her glare hardening as her scientist sighed and dropped their hand.
"Guess we're going to force you again? If this keeps happening, we might just strap you down and monitor your every move" They threatened before she stood, keeping her hands at her side as she started walking, she knew where the room was by heart. "I'll be damned if I'm going to be monitored the rest of my time here, you coming?"
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I rolled over at the sound of a knock on my door. I recognized it as Dr. Soraya by her knock. Not only is she the only scientist that knocks, but shes the only scientist allowed in here. Well, the only one that has been here. Plus her knocks are more like taps -- too soft to be knocks.
I didn't like it. How she could come in here, that is. This was my sacred place. These floors were mean't for my footsteps, and these walls were only suppose to witness my image, and my emotions. That door was suppose to creak only when I opened it, and these springs on my bed were only put under strain with my body. She was in my place, yet she could walk with no care in the world. Hurting her was out of the question, and even if I did want to hurt her, I couldn't. Using my 'powers' didn't work on will. I learned that the hard way.
"Come in," I said flatly.
I didn't bother to look over at her. I kept my gaze on the ceiling, pressing my lips together and saying the alphabet backwards in my head to keep a straight face. They could do alot of things to me, and they could experiment as much as they pleased, but they could never read my thoughts. They would never know what kind of things I thought of. I took some kind of pleasure in that.
They would never know me.
Dr. Aires
"Oh, fine, fine." I replied as I slid my clipboard between my arm and abdomen to adjust my tie, "Just lovely."
Rhiennah was an okay kid. Not that I've seen him around much, he was one of the Seven experiments--those kids were rare to see around.
That brought me back to my experiment. 'Experiment'. That word didn't bother me, yet my hand fumbled with my tie. I brushed it off and glanced down the hall. Steven Lenners passed by. He was dragging his feet again.
"Hey Rhiennah," I started, still watching Steve, "Do you think a clipboard to the face would hurt?"
I supposed it would. Though I have never been hit with one before. I looked down at Rhiennah and stopped adjusting my tie.
"Don't answer that, eh?" I said as rubbed the back of my neck, "Your a good kid Rhiennah, Good kid."
I walked away with a dismissive hand wave. Maybe I needed to visit Art, see how he was progressing. The kid excited me, he really did. His pyschological state drew me in more than his powers. The kid killed a SWAT member with a plastic fork. It almost brought tears to my eyes. A plastic fork. I shook my head slightly. He was a genuis.
I wanted to know what set him off, what made him tick. What thoughts ran through his head when he did the things he did. I wanted to know.
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I had always thought he was strange, but I hadn't been certain how much so until he asked me that question. I furrowed my brow, trying to think of an answer, but he didn't seem interested in an answer anyway, so I just didn't. He found that satisfying enough. He even told me I was a good kid. Twice. Then he left. He just brushed me off and left. I was a little insulted, even if it was Dr. Aires, though I was happy to be rid of him overall. In fact, when he was out of sight, I shook off that creepy feeling he gave me and continued on to the cafeteria.
But, with little else to think about, his question returned to mind. "Do you think a clipboard to the face would hurt?"
I supposed it probably would, wouldn't it. I wasn't about to test it out, though. And even though I had given myself an answer, it sort of plagued me. Was I that bored? I must have been, because when I reached the counter at the cafeteria, and ordered my usual, I cocked my head slightly at Colleen, the counter lady from the hours of nine until five.
"Colleen," I began, slowly, and kicked at something on the floor. She looked up at me. "Would it hurt to be hit in the face with a clipboard?"
She replied slowly. "Uh.... I believe so. Why?"
"Just wondering."
"Hm." She smiled, placing my burger and Dr. Pepper on the counter for me. "You're starting to sound like Dr. Aires. You haven't been hanging out with him lately, have you?"
I shook my head. "Not intentionally."
"That's good. Now go eat. Keep up your strength, and be good for the scientists."
I liked Colleen most days, but when she said things like that, I wished that she weren't like an older sister to me. But I nodded anyway and headed over to my usual table, as far away from the wall opposite the entrance as possible, simply because it was one big window with stylishly sectioned glass. Pure, clean glass. Not smoked or tinted. They had no consideration for people like me.
I had always thought he was strange, but I hadn't been certain how much so until he asked me that question. I furrowed my brow, trying to think of an answer, but he didn't seem interested in an answer anyway, so I just didn't. He found that satisfying enough. He even told me I was a good kid. Twice. Then he left. He just brushed me off and left. I was a little insulted, even if it was Dr. Aires, though I was happy to be rid of him overall. In fact, when he was out of sight, I shook off that creepy feeling he gave me and continued on to the cafeteria.
But, with little else to think about, his question returned to mind. "Do you think a clipboard to the face would hurt?"
I supposed it probably would, wouldn't it. I wasn't about to test it out, though. And even though I had given myself an answer, it sort of plagued me. Was I that bored? I must have been, because when I reached the counter at the cafeteria, and ordered my usual, I cocked my head slightly at Colleen, the counter lady from the hours of nine until five.
"Colleen," I began, slowly, and kicked at something on the floor. She looked up at me. "Would it hurt to be hit in the face with a clipboard?"
She replied slowly. "Uh.... I believe so. Why?"
"Just wondering."
"Hm." She smiled, placing my burger and Dr. Pepper on the counter for me. "You're starting to sound like Dr. Aires. You haven't been hanging out with him lately, have you?"
I shook my head. "Not intentionally."
"That's good. Now go eat. Keep up your strength, and be good for the scientists."
I liked Colleen most days, but when she said things like that, I wished that she weren't like an older sister to me. But I nodded anyway and headed over to my usual table, as far away from the wall opposite the entrance as possible, simply because it was one big window with stylishly sectioned glass. Pure, clean glass. Not smoked or tinted. They had no consideration for people like me.
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Soraya walked into the room, shutting the door behind her. Her eyes fell on Adrian. She took him in as he lay nonchalantly on his bed. It looked as if he were just relaxing on a hot summer's day. There was a look on his face that was difficult to read: tinged with something she could not quite put her finger on. It seemed like it was going to be one of those times when her visits were more like a therapy session. She was called upon to play the part of the therapist, probing for information that the patient did not wish to give.
The doctor walked over to the side of the bed, and looked down at Adrian with a serene smile.
"Hello Adrian. How are you today?" she asked, pushing her caramel-brown hair behind her ear.
It was one of those days when Soraya hated her job. She hated pretending to be a subject's friend to gain their confidence, only to turn around and do unspeakable things to them. She could shrug it off and tell herself it was all in the name of science, but the truth was, she would never be able to shake her guilt completely.
It wasn't as if she could do anything else anyway. She was trained her whole life for one thing and one thing only. Not to mention that at times she had almost felt like she had joined the mob instead of AveoLife, because once you were in with them, there was no turning back. You were in for life.
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She grunted with each step as she made it to the cafeteria and ordered a scolding hot cup of hot chocolate. As she spoke, her breath was visible in the room even though it was at a warm, reasonable temperature. Her left hand was currently wrapped in slightly bloody gauze, she couldn't really say hand since during the experiment, they cut it of to watch it grow back and ended up with a blizzard instead. So for the moment, she had a stump, when she removed the gauze later, they said it would slowly reformed back. "It better grow back, or so help me i'll turn my whole body into a weapon!" She muttered to herself, accepting the hot chocolate and even managing a smile before turning and walking to a table near the windows where it's warm, not caring if the light irritated her eyes. That was another thing she grunted at.
They took her glasses. And put me in the most brightest room they could find! She thought, sitting at the table as she welcomed the warmth of the hot chocolate with her right head before bringing the cup up and downing half of the scalding hot chocolate. She brought the cup down enough so she could turn her head and cough as it burned going down her throat but she didn't complain, she could literally feel the hot chocolate warm her insides as it went down and let out a soft sigh. Her breath was visible anymore so she took it as a good sign, but of course, she could never get rid of that cold feeling that lingers in her heart and soul. Turning her head, she squinted her eyes as she stared out of the window, ready to down the rest of the hot chocolate before it gets too cool.
They took her glasses. And put me in the most brightest room they could find! She thought, sitting at the table as she welcomed the warmth of the hot chocolate with her right head before bringing the cup up and downing half of the scalding hot chocolate. She brought the cup down enough so she could turn her head and cough as it burned going down her throat but she didn't complain, she could literally feel the hot chocolate warm her insides as it went down and let out a soft sigh. Her breath was visible anymore so she took it as a good sign, but of course, she could never get rid of that cold feeling that lingers in her heart and soul. Turning her head, she squinted her eyes as she stared out of the window, ready to down the rest of the hot chocolate before it gets too cool.
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Anastasia laid on the table, surrounded by a pool of sweat. Her body felt as though it was a million degrees. She lashed around a bit, the pain of her bone resetting unbareable. After a few minutes she stopped, realizing it was hurting her more. She laid there, staring at the window above, holding back her tears. It was excruciating.
After about a half hour she was still sore, but her bone had reset. It took another twenty minutes for them to record data, then they finally released her. After taking a shower Anastasia was taken to her room. The feeling of relief engulfed her body as she crawled into her bed, closing her eyes. She wouldn't mind sleeping for a very long time. Not quite forever, but close to it.
Sleep came quickly. Dreams of fire engulfed her head. Burning cities, explosions, wildfire. Everywhere she went and everywhere she had been was on fire.
After about a half hour she was still sore, but her bone had reset. It took another twenty minutes for them to record data, then they finally released her. After taking a shower Anastasia was taken to her room. The feeling of relief engulfed her body as she crawled into her bed, closing her eyes. She wouldn't mind sleeping for a very long time. Not quite forever, but close to it.
Sleep came quickly. Dreams of fire engulfed her head. Burning cities, explosions, wildfire. Everywhere she went and everywhere she had been was on fire.
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I tilted my head to the left slightly and made eye contact with Dr. Soraya. I wondered how she slept at night. If she slept oh so peacefully and dreamed of becoming famous, or marrying a man with lots of money. I figured she dream't of a husband. Of getting married and having kids of her own someday. Some cliche thing like that. She could to--she has the looks. I just don't think experimenting on kids would seem that appealing to a man. Maybe she was already married. I doubted it though. Not many scientists here have families. They've all come from bad situations at home is what I heard. It could be tragic, but I could be happy.
"Hello Adrian. How are you today?" She asked.
Oh, how I would love to just..
"I'm fantastic Dr. Soraya." I replied, letting the sarcasm drip off my sentence.
Her name came out more accusing than I intended, but whatever. I was past hurt feelings and ignorance. If she wanted to act nice, so be it. I wasn't going to act like anything for her. For any of the scientists for that matter.
"How are you?" I asked, "Sleep good last night?"
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I finished my burger quickly, realizing only afterward how hungry I had been. I began to sip on my Dr. Pepper when I looked over at a new occupant to the cafeteria. It was hard not to notice; I had been alone prior to her arrival. I examined her slowly, watching her drinking a mug of something that was still steaming. I winced — it looked hot; didn't it burn? And even still, she was missing a hand.... I glanced around, making sure we were alone and decided to make my way over. It was a cloudy day anyway, so not much natural light could come in.
Who is she? Is she another one like me? There's one way to find out.
"Hey." I stood at the end of the table in the aisle, my hood drawn up to hide my appearance and shield my eyes from the brightness. There was more light than I had calculated from the other side of the room. "I'm number TWO, Rhiennah Aeon." And if she understood, she'd give me her number and name as well. I would have officially met my first SEVEN, and then I'd be certain that I wasn't alone.
I finished my burger quickly, realizing only afterward how hungry I had been. I began to sip on my Dr. Pepper when I looked over at a new occupant to the cafeteria. It was hard not to notice; I had been alone prior to her arrival. I examined her slowly, watching her drinking a mug of something that was still steaming. I winced — it looked hot; didn't it burn? And even still, she was missing a hand.... I glanced around, making sure we were alone and decided to make my way over. It was a cloudy day anyway, so not much natural light could come in.
Who is she? Is she another one like me? There's one way to find out.
"Hey." I stood at the end of the table in the aisle, my hood drawn up to hide my appearance and shield my eyes from the brightness. There was more light than I had calculated from the other side of the room. "I'm number TWO, Rhiennah Aeon." And if she understood, she'd give me her number and name as well. I would have officially met my first SEVEN, and then I'd be certain that I wasn't alone.
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She had jumped slightly, for a moment she thought it might've been a scientist but they'd never address her so casually. So lifting her head, squinting and slightly wincing at the brightness, she looked up at the male that stood in front of her table, his face was hidden from her because of the hoodie he wore. "I'm number TWO, Rhiennah Aeon." He introduced himself, her right hand had gripped her hot chocolate a bit tighter and she made an attempt to hide her stump of a hand as she responded back. "I'm number FOUR.. Livia Castille" She answered, eyeing him curiously as to why he had suddenly come over to talk to her.
This is the first of the SEVEN that I've spoken too, she thought as she waited to hear what he was going to say, there had to be some reason he came over to talk to her, right? Most people avoid me, even a few of the seven and scientist do unless they need to run more test. She thought, which brought back the question that she was waiting to be answered.
What does he want with me?
This is the first of the SEVEN that I've spoken too, she thought as she waited to hear what he was going to say, there had to be some reason he came over to talk to her, right? Most people avoid me, even a few of the seven and scientist do unless they need to run more test. She thought, which brought back the question that she was waiting to be answered.
What does he want with me?
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A Seven, huh? I've never met one before." I took a step closer and sat down sat the end of the table. "It's nice to meet you."
I contimplated removing my hood. In school, teachers had always taught me that it was rude, but my parents had insisted that I be allowed. For the longest time they wouldn't even let me attend school, and instead found me a private tutor, even as expensive as it was. I had been grateful to them, but when they could no longer afford it, I had no other choice but to go to school with my brother. For the first time, as Rhovaniah had told me one night, we were popular. Beautious as he was, Rhovaniah had been unapproachable; and because there was two of us, it made it so much easier. Especially since the younger one, hiding under his hood, appeared shier than his brother, usually sticking close to him when possible. Dispite this, I had never had a girlfriend, though I was quick to notice those of the opposite gender whom I found particularily attractive.
The only problem was what to say to these rare few....
"I hate it here," I told her finally. "I'm not sure what they put you through, but I'm sure it's alot worse than mine." I nodded toward her hand. "I guess it depends on the symptoms and the scientist. My doctor specialized in twins.... That's my thing... that makes me so special. My brother. I may not have any cool powers like the others — actually most of my diagnosis is in my appearance — but I've got a twin brother who's just a normal human. What about you? What's your story?"
I contimplated removing my hood. In school, teachers had always taught me that it was rude, but my parents had insisted that I be allowed. For the longest time they wouldn't even let me attend school, and instead found me a private tutor, even as expensive as it was. I had been grateful to them, but when they could no longer afford it, I had no other choice but to go to school with my brother. For the first time, as Rhovaniah had told me one night, we were popular. Beautious as he was, Rhovaniah had been unapproachable; and because there was two of us, it made it so much easier. Especially since the younger one, hiding under his hood, appeared shier than his brother, usually sticking close to him when possible. Dispite this, I had never had a girlfriend, though I was quick to notice those of the opposite gender whom I found particularily attractive.
The only problem was what to say to these rare few....
"I hate it here," I told her finally. "I'm not sure what they put you through, but I'm sure it's alot worse than mine." I nodded toward her hand. "I guess it depends on the symptoms and the scientist. My doctor specialized in twins.... That's my thing... that makes me so special. My brother. I may not have any cool powers like the others — actually most of my diagnosis is in my appearance — but I've got a twin brother who's just a normal human. What about you? What's your story?"
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The sarcasm in Adrian's voice was nothing new for Soraya. She had heard it many times before. Though the doctor had not received a PHD in psychology or anything, she assumed it was some sort of defense mechanism. It must help him cope with everything that was done to him. Soraya couldn't blame him for it. She did have a heart despite what she did for a living, and if it made him feel better, she wasn't going to discourage him.
"How are you? Sleep good last night?" he asked in a way that told Soraya that he had no interest in the answer to his question.
She tired to make her smile even more pleasant as she replied. "I appreciate your concern very much, but I didn't come here to talk about me. Let's talk about you." There it was. She sounded more like a shrink than she liked to admit.
Soraya opened a folder that had been given to her earlier in the day. "I see here that you were not scheduled for any tests today. You also haven't ordered any food. Have you been out of your room at all today?" she asked with genuine concern. Adrian was showing several signs of depression -- or boredom, and neither was healthy or productive. It was something that had to be remedied.
She shut the folder and returned her eyes to his. They were striking eyes that Soraya found just as fascinating as the symptoms present on his back. Soraya realized that she was staring at him in a way that Adrian might find uncomfortable. She had recently been making a concerted effort not to stare at him like a bug to be dissected, but at this moment, the doctor had let her guard down. She knew that was exactly how she was looking at him. Soraya shook the look off her face and cocked her head to the side and waited for his response.
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I rubbed my eyes with the palm of my hands and exhaled. What I needed was something to get my hands on. Something to occupy me, or to keep my thoughts from wandering to places I didn't want them to go. Music, or painting or reading a novel. Anything was better than nothing. Not like this room helped. The walls were bare, and the room defied color like it was the root of all evil. Then they kept it so clean that I wanted to pile dirt into it for the sake of changing the constant view of the dull white walls and dim lighting.
I shrugged and peeked through my fingers, "I like it in here."
Which was the biggest lie ever. If I could, I'd burn this room to the ground with whoever was in it, then bury the ashes without any thoughts rebounding. But I couldn't. Mostly because I lacked the guts, and guilt wasn't a nice friend to have.
I tilted my chin up and looked at the familiar ceiling. It was an ugly view, so I looked over at Dr. Stone instead. I sat upright and shifted my gaze to my legs under the blanket. I couldn't help but wander when I had gotten so tall, but then again I couldn't help but wonder when I cared. Maybe it was because Dr. Stone was in the room. She always tipped the balance I had going on. I didn't like that. Especially because she did it so easily. Too easy for my liking.
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She watched him sit down with her and gave him a nod, "Nice to meet you too and It'll grow back sooner or later, still hurts though" She responded when he nodded towards her hand, or lack there of. She still winced at the memory of what happened but she had a feeling that she'd be safe from any experiments for a long while, at least she hoped. "Hm, My story?" She had to think it over a bit, no one ever really asked her about her history, actually, no one even talked to her so she was a little unprepared for the situation being that she didn't talk to anyone before she was taken here anyway. So, with a light shrug, she started, "Nothing much to really tell I guess, I've got a doctor who seems like a creeper all the time. He sneaks up on me when I'm not paying attention" She said with a slight shudder, he gave her the creeps sometimes.
"As for me, I have a little brother and sick mom at home. I left Martin to watch over them while I was gone. And as for powers, my body can reform into anything it wants I guess and I can control ice. It sucks truthfully" She admitted to him, then down the rest of her slightly warmed hot chocolate and let out a tiny sigh. "That's it really, nothing special about me. Your story is interesting though, I wonder why your brother is... human?" She had paused to find a word to fit before looking up at him, her fingers tapping lightly on her, now empty, cup.
"As for me, I have a little brother and sick mom at home. I left Martin to watch over them while I was gone. And as for powers, my body can reform into anything it wants I guess and I can control ice. It sucks truthfully" She admitted to him, then down the rest of her slightly warmed hot chocolate and let out a tiny sigh. "That's it really, nothing special about me. Your story is interesting though, I wonder why your brother is... human?" She had paused to find a word to fit before looking up at him, her fingers tapping lightly on her, now empty, cup.
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Dr. Luka Sven
Luka sat in his office. He had amused himself in the time since Subject SEVEN's tests by reading the report given to him by the senior staff member who had run the test. The results were, in a word ... impressive. The time it took for Subject SEVEN's bones to set after they had been broken was steadily -- and rapidly -- increasing. At this rate, it seemed like it would not be long before the process was instantaneous.
"Well this is interesting," he said to himself, leaning back in his chair. He sat there thinking for a moment before he decided that his subject had been allowed enough rest for now. He would go check on her.
Luka exited his office and made his way to subject SEVEN's room. It was rather close to his office, but he chose to take a longer route to avoid coming across any of his colleagues. He did not have a high opinion of any of the other doctors who worked at AveoLife. The female made him uncomfortable, and one of the males was constantly saying odd things that made Luka fear to be around him. Dr. Michaelis seemed dedicated enough, but when one was dedicated, he generally had little time for trivialities like striking up a friendship.
That was exactly how Luka felt. Even if he wanted to "make friends" he had little time for anything other than his work. And so, Luka avoided human contact when he could help it. His toys, however, were a different story.
Luka walked into Subject SEVEN's room and found her asleep in her bed.
"Wake up, my pet," he called loudly.
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Dr. Soraya Stone
"I'm glad to hear it, of course," Soraya replied, though she did not believe a word of it. She continued to look at Adrian as he shifted in his bed. If there was any room for pity in her line of work, she would have felt it for this boy. But, unfortunately, pity was not something she could afford to feel.
Soraya took her eyes off him and looked back at the door. She sighed and took a few steps closer to it.
"If nothing else," she said as she placed her hand on the knob, "you should at least eat something. It isn't healthy to starve yourself, and if that is your plan, I might as well tell you now that it won't work. I'll have them sedate you and hook you up to an IV. It probably won't be pleasant."
She said these last words jokingly, but in truth, that is what would be done if a subject refused to eat.
"I'm headed to the cafeteria. Would you like to join me? If not, I could have some food sent to you."
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Re: [OOC] :our days under the S K Y:
Haha, sorry cheshire, I got your number confused with Adrian's. I'm off to fix it.
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Yeah, we're getting seven new horses this winter. Doesn't that sound like a party? I work for a trail riding establishment, so we need lots of horses. It costs a shitload to feed them all, and the farrier bill is pretty up there, too. Surprizingly, because of the way we keep the horses, the vet bill is really low.... Except for last June when we had to put one of our best horses down. He had a tumor in his colon and they said he wouldn't live no matter what they did. So.... I freakin' loved that horse....
Steel is a sweetie, unlike his friggin' girlfriend. You can do anything to him and he just follows the horse infront of him. Seriously, I kicked him, pulled the reins, screamed and fussed.... That's part of my job after working with a horse for a few weeks. I assure you that I'm not hurting them. Anyway, the point is that Steel doesn't even blink. I turned all the way around in the saddle to take a picture of a leaf that was on his butt and he didn't even stop. It was nuts. I hadn't even worked with him for very long.
My real baby is Navajo, though. He may not be as good as Steel is, but he's got twice as much personality and he was so much more fun to train. This will be my third summer coming up working with him.
Uhmm.... Cowgirl is the most fun. She bucked me off twice. The first time, I broke a fingernail, and it bled all over the place. I thought I was dying, lmfao. The second time I sprained my ankle, and I thought I broke it. So we had to turn around and go back to the barn. :S
My freakin' life, eh? xD
Steel is a sweetie, unlike his friggin' girlfriend. You can do anything to him and he just follows the horse infront of him. Seriously, I kicked him, pulled the reins, screamed and fussed.... That's part of my job after working with a horse for a few weeks. I assure you that I'm not hurting them. Anyway, the point is that Steel doesn't even blink. I turned all the way around in the saddle to take a picture of a leaf that was on his butt and he didn't even stop. It was nuts. I hadn't even worked with him for very long.
My real baby is Navajo, though. He may not be as good as Steel is, but he's got twice as much personality and he was so much more fun to train. This will be my third summer coming up working with him.
Uhmm.... Cowgirl is the most fun. She bucked me off twice. The first time, I broke a fingernail, and it bled all over the place. I thought I was dying, lmfao. The second time I sprained my ankle, and I thought I broke it. So we had to turn around and go back to the barn. :S
My freakin' life, eh? xD
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My favorite is the donkey named Popsicle. Just the name captures its beauty and grace. Hah. I like the name Kahlua though. Sounds hawiian. ( Steel-Cactus was definitely my favorite of the horses though. ) But damn. That is ALOT of horses. I'm guessing you have lots of land.. Or something. I wouldn't know anything about horses. The closest I've gotten to a horse was a pony ride at a pumpkin patch. It was life changing.
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Haha, I have four cats, three fish, and forty-eight (or something like that; I lost count >.<) horses. My cats are George, Yuuki, Serenity, and Angel. Serenity and Angel are twins, named after Criss Angel.... Well, Angel is. Serenity was technically named after Criss Angel's house.... Okay, two of my fish are actually my sister's — Oguwari and Banana. I think that's what the other one was.... :S Mine is Lord Dionysis Astharothe Niero Kiev, and he's the ruler of an underwater realm called Hxjyaphysthaah. And for those who don't understand why I add random silent letters into words, it's original spelling was Shafista; but my way definitely looks cooler. Now for the horses. No, no. I'm not actually going to list them all. Just my favourites.
Navajo is my baby, a four-year-old pinto gelding. And then there's my little brother, Pepsi, who is a three-year-old shetland pony. Uh.... Maverick is a Morgan. Cowgirl (the bitch that's bucked me off twice since I bought her, T-T) is a purebred and registered Quarter Horse, as is her buddy Steel-Cactus. Zoe, Jade, Cookie, Dove, Max, Kahlua, Pepper, Handsome, Flare.... And these are just the ones I favour. There's totally more. Oh! We have a donkey named Popsicle!
Navajo is my baby, a four-year-old pinto gelding. And then there's my little brother, Pepsi, who is a three-year-old shetland pony. Uh.... Maverick is a Morgan. Cowgirl (the bitch that's bucked me off twice since I bought her, T-T) is a purebred and registered Quarter Horse, as is her buddy Steel-Cactus. Zoe, Jade, Cookie, Dove, Max, Kahlua, Pepper, Handsome, Flare.... And these are just the ones I favour. There's totally more. Oh! We have a donkey named Popsicle!
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Haha! I want a David Boreanaz cat. My cat is evil looking. He's all white with these intense green eyes that can see through your soul. He's old though. Older than me. He's around seventeen and leaves the wonderful gift of throw up on my carpet when I come home.
Then theres my dog Dolce.. She looks like a dobby thing from Harry Potter. Eh.
Then theres my dog Dolce.. She looks like a dobby thing from Harry Potter. Eh.
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Haha, well thanks... I think. But my big fancy chair is actually a little uncomfortable; my fireplace is a small electric heater; and my bald cat, Buttons.... A six-month-old black and white with a round head and round eyes and a stupid look on her face. Her name is Serenity, and her brother, Angel, looks like the kitten version of David Boreanas... or however his name is spelled.
Sounds fun though. I wish I could be that evil.
Sounds fun though. I wish I could be that evil.
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Ahah. xD Oh no, I see you as.. Hmm,
A highly intellectual, and sophisticated young lad sitting in a very fancy big chair next to a fireplace with a bald cat named Buttons.
Oh yes, fits you oh so perfectly. :3
A highly intellectual, and sophisticated young lad sitting in a very fancy big chair next to a fireplace with a bald cat named Buttons.
Oh yes, fits you oh so perfectly. :3
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What? Who, me? No, no. You don't want me; I'm all tough and gamy and....
Haha, no I'm kidding. You are my Juice-chan, and I am your darling. Wow, do I ever sound whipped. :D But whips are okay as long as they're used in moderation. xD
Haha, no I'm kidding. You are my Juice-chan, and I am your darling. Wow, do I ever sound whipped. :D But whips are okay as long as they're used in moderation. xD
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You know what? I just declared you as my darling.
You. Are. My. Dar-ling.
You. Are. My. Dar-ling.
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Haha, that totally reminded me of that one scene in Bruce Almighty where Bruce is bashing God, and he's like.... Uh... what'd he say? Oh I don't remember something about something of God's raining down upon us. And all I remember after that is, "That's not rain!"
Haha, hello Paco the Mermaid. I'm a rainbow zebra in a tutu. xD
Yep. A straight arrow type. Fun to screw. Screw with, rather. -shifty eyes- Especially when they're as pretty as Sebby is. :D
Haha, hello Paco the Mermaid. I'm a rainbow zebra in a tutu. xD
Yep. A straight arrow type. Fun to screw. Screw with, rather. -shifty eyes- Especially when they're as pretty as Sebby is. :D
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Hah.
"Hey, look at that beautiful rainbo--HAIL!!"
lmao.
Any hoo, thats really handy. :3 Thanks, Although I'm sure Adrian won't be going outside unless dragged. He's such a little grump.
And yes! Juice-Chan is so awesome.
I gotta get this out of my system though; My real name is Paco and I'm a mermaid.
--- "He'll put up a fight until he realizes that it feels good.... Then he'll fight again when he realizes he's being dominated, lmfao "
I laughed so frikking hard at this. xD I love Sebby. He seems so uptight and professional you just can't help but mess with him.
"Hey, look at that beautiful rainbo--HAIL!!"
lmao.
Any hoo, thats really handy. :3 Thanks, Although I'm sure Adrian won't be going outside unless dragged. He's such a little grump.
And yes! Juice-Chan is so awesome.
I gotta get this out of my system though; My real name is Paco and I'm a mermaid.
--- "He'll put up a fight until he realizes that it feels good.... Then he'll fight again when he realizes he's being dominated, lmfao "
I laughed so frikking hard at this. xD I love Sebby. He seems so uptight and professional you just can't help but mess with him.
Re: [OOC] :our days under the S K Y:
It might be a good idea if I tell everyone now: I will update the date and weather as the date and weather changes. If it randomly starts snowing in your post when I've stated that it's 15ºC and freakin' beautiful out... I'll refer you back to the 'Places' tab. Yep. That's where it is. Convient, easy to find. Just click the link there (there's only one) and read away. This is actually recommended so that people who aren't aware of the surroundings are. Yup. So go read that. Please?
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@SuckOnMyJuiceBox: I'm seriously going to start calling you Juice. Or Juice-chan....
Anywhoodles, yeah. I'd almost drag John into the closet myself. He's gorgeous, and hilarious.... I'd also like to drag poor Sebby into the closet. I won't mind a bit.... He might, but I won't. He's tired and a little disoriented this afternoon, and he'll be like that tomorrow, too. Damn reports due at midnight.... -shakes fist- He'll put up a fight until he realizes that it feels good.... Then he'll fight again when he realizes he's being dominated, lmfao.
I love the thing about throwing pencils at the ceiling to see if they stick. I laughed so hard I could barely type straight, lol.
Anywhoodles, yeah. I'd almost drag John into the closet myself. He's gorgeous, and hilarious.... I'd also like to drag poor Sebby into the closet. I won't mind a bit.... He might, but I won't. He's tired and a little disoriented this afternoon, and he'll be like that tomorrow, too. Damn reports due at midnight.... -shakes fist- He'll put up a fight until he realizes that it feels good.... Then he'll fight again when he realizes he's being dominated, lmfao.
I love the thing about throwing pencils at the ceiling to see if they stick. I laughed so hard I could barely type straight, lol.
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lmao. I can totally see that. xD And yeah, He's so adorable in an odd way. :3 I wanna drag him into the janitors closet and do bad things. *Ahem Ahem* I mean... Yeah, nevermind. Thats what I mean't. >:D
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@SuckOnMyJuiceBox: Hahaha! I love John! He's so... entertained! It'll be fun trying to resist him.
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@SuckOnMyJuiceBox: Oh my God! Thanks! Love the name by the way. Very suggestive. I love John, too! We'll just see how Sebby takes this.... :] Haha, call him Sebby, like I do. He hates it. That's why he doesn't talk to his mother anymore, lmfao.
@PishPosh: Thank you! You're a freakin' RPG-saver! -big hug-
@TheHaze: Aww.... I can't see it right now. I wasn't supposed to be on this long anyway....
@All: I may not be able to post this week.... So, just run around, beat people up.... Befriend eachother, whatever you want. Please don't kill anyone yet.... I lost my mop, and I'm not very good at cleaning anyway....
@PishPosh: Thank you! You're a freakin' RPG-saver! -big hug-
@TheHaze: Aww.... I can't see it right now. I wasn't supposed to be on this long anyway....
@All: I may not be able to post this week.... So, just run around, beat people up.... Befriend eachother, whatever you want. Please don't kill anyone yet.... I lost my mop, and I'm not very good at cleaning anyway....
Re: [OOC] :our days under the S K Y:
Whoah. That was hella weird. It was like.. Hah. I dont even know. xD
Gave me shivers. >:3
PishPosh: [ I love your name. ] Welcome! :D *Fist pump* Yeaah, home dawg.
Gave me shivers. >:3
PishPosh: [ I love your name. ] Welcome! :D *Fist pump* Yeaah, home dawg.
Re: [OOC] :our days under the S K Y:
Anyway, since my character has schizophrenia on crystal meth, I found something that would probably constitute the sounds in his head. (http://www.newgrounds.com/audio/listen/244135) This is just WHOA.
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Hey guys! Just added two doctors. I hope they are satisfactory : )