Waking Up (Bastille)

[Sean Barker]

Bastille would be awakening in a small room, and in a reclined chair strapped down. An IV drip of some chemicals playing their part in her. Sean would be there personally for her. Waiting to explain.

"Morning."

The IV drip was a Level 3 skip, which would inhance her abilities a good amount, he was oh so proud of these drugs and their effects on fighters. Those with potentially unlimited physical abilities could be tested on the most and where th emost fun, but few matched that description.

((OoC: Apon replying you get 30 exp to play with.))

[Bastille Amtrum]

((yay 30 exp!!!! ….wait am I supposed to be this thrilled about that?!))

Bastille felt feverish as her body began to wake her up. Even worse her body felt heavy. It always had weird side effects to any and all kinds of drugs, and no matter what they where, the first symptom was always a fever, and it usually lasted a few days regardless. Bastille was used to this however it still didn’t feel good and it put her in an off frame of mind.

As that annoying mans voice filled her ears her eyes twitched. She wanted to sleep longer no matter how bad the dreams where, if only to sleep out the fever. This time it felt as if it was dripping into her arm and burning its way through her cold body. Extremely cold and extremely hot didn’t mix and the steam was making her sweat. She opened her mouth as if gasping for water before her eyes opened slowly and hazily.

She closed her eyes a second later then after about another minute opened them, though only about half way. She let her head tilt to the side then back to the front to look at the guy in front of her. Her nose crinkled as she cringed much to her bodies reluctance.

Her voice groggy from the sleep and her body sweating she seemed to take time to form the words.

“morning” she mumbled and her eyes rolled around looking for the source of the burning. Needles…brilliant. It was her only thought as her crimson hues landed on the IV. The recliner felt nice though. She turned to look back at him waiting for an explanation. She had no energy to make retorts. She would regain her energy once thee fever subsided.

Something else worried her however. She couldn’t remember how she got here. She could hardly remember anything at all. And yet she knew those dreams where her memories. She just couldn’t place them in the right order. She pushed it off as if it didn’t matter and returned to the situation at hand. Her muscles where spazzing. She could feel it as they burned with every twitch. Her entire body was shaking much to her disappointment and that was clearly showing on her face.

She suddenly gained a tad more energy from her anger.

“wha’ ta’ hell di’ you…pu’ ihn me?” she tried to retort though she was sure if she was it from his perspective she would look pathetic.

[Sean Barker]

Sean grinned when she spoke about what he had put in her, as she put it. He decided she had enough of her witts about her to understand now. He cleared his throat softly and spoke calmly.

"See, it was just a smal drug injection. You should be able to feel its effects soon. Stronger? Faster? Take more damage? Predict better? I never know with this drug, it just adapts to the user, but I did get some good data from you."

He nodded as if that was supposed to make her feel better, the IV was empty, and he moved to take it out, pressing a bandage over the injection spot, to stop bleeding, and using medical tape to hold it down.

[Bastille Amtrum]

Bastille glared at him but made no motion to move. As he removed the needle she turned her face away and bit her lip. She hated needles. She glared and turned back. Why was she even here? She was normal, just a girl with an excessively bad attitude, past, oh and she had flashbacks more often then she could control. And they came back quicker and more real when she was under some drug.

“good data…?” she repeated after him now looking him straight in the eyes. Her stare was hard and angry. However she still felt pathetic. Damn the fever. She hopped he wouldn’t force her to fight in this condition. Her body would get over the fever soon, only after it would he get his results. Of course Bastille wasn’t going to tell him that either. However she wasn’t sure exactly how he would not notice the fact her temperature was high and she was not at her best. Whatever happened though, weather she had a fever or not, she felt she didn’t have much of a choice in the upcoming matter.

She took this time to remember silently that reactions and results from the drug where what they wanted. She was determined to not let him get those. It was her silent rebellion. This was the first time; she thanked her odd drug resistant little body.

[Sean Barker]

"Yes, you seem to be good with a blade on the outside world, judging by that toy you made in the holding room we had you in. So I've descided to make you a little... Help."

Sean walked away and came back with two contact lenses. They had swirls or yellow to counter her red to appear as though fire where in her eyes, or a set of normel contacts either way they did the same thing.

"See, these are coated with some very interesting effective drugs, and they will make everything you see easier to follow. Using these you could probably predict a chess game, but im not entirely sure on that."

(No-Named contacts: +10 Wis + 5 Int. You may chose a name.)

[Bastille Amtrum]

Bastille raised a brow at him. Well if they provided her with a sword it would be a hell of a lot easier to just kick ass. She let her eyes narrow in boredom until he turned away. When he returned she felt excitement hit her stomach. If it was a sword she would be the most excited person in the world. However it was contacts. Her eyes narrowed at them. They would defiantly cause her issues.

Until he spoke of the drug. She let herself lean in slightly to get a better look. She was suspicious of them. Very suspicious.

“my eyes work fine t’ankyou…I don’t need to predict a chess game, just surface muscle movement….” She said however she knew her interest would show in her eyes.

She decided not to deny herself the want to try them on. However it didn’t matter how fast her eyes where at tracing movement she had to be faster too. She prayed she could adapt her speed to these things.

She couldn’t reach for she was still chained so instead she clenched her fists angrily and glared at the contacts.

“honestly, what do you get out of enhancing my abilities...” she mumbled more to herself then him. She continued to stare at them a long moment before sighing.

“what now…new contacts…you going to test me?”

The entire conversation she not only had to hide her interest but she also had to concentrate on not slurring her words from her exhausting fever. She could only hope he didn’t notice…if he was planning to test out these new contacts soon…he might be in for a big disappointment.

[Sean Barker]

"No, I dont need to test you, I've analized your fighting skills enough for today, plus these drugs take longer to kick in than the others, so if i want a proper test I'm going to have to wait. You will be escorted to Oleysia and the others."

Sean knew she liked them so he would unstrap her, hand her the glasses holder full of the unmoving gel that held the lenses in place and had 5 very strong enforcers escort her to the holding cell free to do what she wished. But he had something else to add.

"If you wish to have more power, and more help with your combat skills, I can make you the best. You can even request toys that mite make you.... Faster? Stronger? Anything you may need to get stronger."

[Bastille Amtrum]

Bastille watched as the chair released her. She had to hold back a sigh of relief. Taking in a deep breathe and letting it out slowly she listened to him while rubbing her wrists slightly. She felt sort of dizzy in standing up. The fever would subside soon though. She could feel it. This drug was working and her feverish pain was being replaced by another odd feeling. A feeling she knew would unleash what this guy wanted to see. She would have to work twice as hard to suppress it…and the fever might drag out with that effort. Taking the contacts she nodded and glared at him. AS the enforcers went to lead her out Sean said something else.

Bastille let her eyes flow back to the annoying one with impatience.

"If you wish to have more power, and more help with your combat skills, I can make you the best. You can even request toys that mite make you.... Faster? Stronger? Anything you may need to get stronger."

Bastille let an almost malicious smirk cross her lips. Her eyes looked a tad demonic as this guy offered her the only thing she had ever wanted. She wasn’t against working to her own gain. Looking over her shoulder at him she turned all the way around to face him again.

She put a hand on her hip while the other she held up three fingers with.

“I want only three things, a sword, cigarettes, and the strength enough to beat Mathew Amtrum…”

She was careful to make sure that her middle finger was the last to be bent back down into her fist. She then smirked and turned towards the door along with the enforcers.