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Post by olesya on Jun 26, 2008 19:15:19 GMT -8
Ughhhhh......eh......huh? Ow..
Light pierced though half opened eyes, and she quickly shut them again, hands raising to cover them on either side of her temples. Ohhh man, her head was splitting! It felt like someone had taken a chisel to her cranium. Her mind was very fuzzy and it took a few minutes to recollect her thoughts. The floor was cold and slightly damp feeling beneath her, concrete, not very comfortable.
Olesya rolled onto her back slowly, images and sounds coming back with her memories. She had been taken! At the the school, but how? And why? That man, he was going to use them as experiments...like the zombie they'd fought. He was so strong, but his mind...they had destroyed his mind. Would that happen to her too? Groaning as pain seared across her head again, she opened her eyes a sliver, noting the iron bars that covered the wall to her right. The rest was all cement, cold, unyielding cement.
"Damnit...ugh..."
As uncomfortable as the floor was, the girl made no sudden move to get up. She really needed an aspirin, and a ticket out of here. Closing her eyes again, she draped an arm over her eyes to shield them from the light, turning over the events in her mind slowly as her head ached.
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Post by seishounohana on Jul 1, 2008 15:10:53 GMT -8
Emily-- no. Kari Aoyama went inside Olesya's cell. Apparently, she had been sent to ... accompany her for the time being. Well, still quite sore from her encounter with 50 idiots... and that next dose ... aye.
She was now back to her emotionless self, at least for now. All she had to do was control her temper, make sure she was more or less calm... Maybe Sean barker thought it would be better to have Emily converse with someone instead of locking her up alone.
A loud clang would lock the doors, and Emily quickly spotted the familiar from Art class. They weren't particularly close. Almost made her wish she wasn't in such a volatile condition right now.
To think these kind of facilities don't even have something as simple as regulated drugs.
A few moments of silence would arise, Emily looking at Olesya. "... Hello. They took you too?"
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Post by olesya on Jul 2, 2008 20:46:20 GMT -8
The sound of metal grinding against metal as the doors pulled open and clanked shut made the prone female wince and groan, covering her ears from the sound and turning away. Good Lord, her head hurt, it felt like someone was taking a metal crow bar and prying her head open with it. Once the resounding echoes of the harsh metal faded into silence, her grip on her ears lessened so that her hands were just resting about her head. Her eyes were still closed as if to will herself back to sleep like in a bad dream.
"... Hello. They took you too?"
The voice was oddly familiar, but it didn't belong to the only other girl she saw taken with the group of students. Slowly, she rolled back to face the doors, wincing all the while and opening her bleary eyes to look up. Look of recognition and confusion struck her features. It was the girl from her art class, the one who had done the painting of the bottle and that little intricate clay thing. She remembered admiring her work, but other than that, they really hadn't had a chance to talk. Well, it was her face anyway, her her hair was all white as if the liveliness had been bleached from it.
"What...your hair...what's happened, what did they do to you?"
She tried to hide the panic in her voice, realizing what it was their captor had in store for them. Would the same happen to her? Had they change other things about the girl standing over her? What kind of sick person did stuff like this, would she ever get out? Her headache intensified and she closed her eyes for a second, rubbing her temples, before opening them again.
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Post by seishounohana on Jul 2, 2008 20:57:40 GMT -8
"What...your hair...what's happened, what did they do to you?"
Someone else's voice. Yes, that was such a wonderful thing to hear... and it made Emily a lot calmer. Oh, she wouldn't have reached this bad a point if she had someone to talk to on her cell.
Loneliness didn't do good things for Emily. A sigh would come out of Emily's mouth as she sat down next to Olesya. What happened to her? "Quite a bit. The warden said it was a side-effect of that... drug.. to me." she frowned at the mention of that thing that brought her to this state. The power it brought to her was addicting, and her recent 2nd dose made her want to get more... a lot more...
... but she then saw the things she had done to those 50 people a few days ago. No. Never again. "... I had to fight with a total of 150 people over my entire stay here... and I was placed in solitary confinement."
150 was quite a number, and even though she had good help with the first hundred, the number of bruises on her body were enough to say how battered she was physically; The blank manner of speech was different from her normal warm and friendly demeanor... --she was back to square one.
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Post by olesya on Jul 2, 2008 21:09:18 GMT -8
Slowly, Olesya rose to a sitting position, still holding her head. She fought through the headache to listen to what Emily was saying. A drug...150 people...solitary confinement...?! Olesya's pulse quickened and she felt dizzy with fear. She didn't want to be here, she didn't want any of them to be here. She had never been so scared in her life, facing this unknown thing and being completely helpless. She blinked rapidly, chasing away any weak tears that threatened. What was she, four? She would think of a way out of this, she had to.
"How long have you been here, Emily?"
She asked carefully, trying to think of the last time she'd seen her in school. True, they had art class together, but it was just an elective. It wasn't like they spent every day together or anything of the sort. How long would she be here? What was the warden going to do to her? Emily seemed...changed by this. Duller and less vibrant than she had seen in the art room. And the boy they had to fight with those muscles. He was just a shell of what he once had been. Was that what was happening to Emily? Would that happen to her? Olesya drew her knees up to her chest and tucked her chin into her knees.
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Post by seishounohana on Jul 2, 2008 21:18:50 GMT -8
"How long have you been here, Emily?"
A pause. Just how long had she been in here? "... more or less a month, I don't know anymore." she sighed, now looking at Olesya. She was now in a position she recognized as someone a little afraid.
Emily just smiled, just a little more sincerely. "I... have a feeling we won't be here for much longer." she assured her as she looked at her bandaged hand. The thing still hurts like all crap, but what can she do? "How about you? Have... they done anything to you?"
It suddenly felt awkward talking to someone like this after a while of being alone and talking to yourself-- but it was comforting. She, though, knew that she'd be placed back on her cell a little later... just so Mathew will have no idea of her still being in here despite what was agreed on.
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Post by olesya on Jul 3, 2008 14:10:29 GMT -8
Olesya looked down at her feet in front of her when she said she didn't think they'd be here much longer. Les had just gotten here, the warden hadn't injected her with anything yet. Whatever he had in store for her and her four kidnap-mates, she wouldn't be getting out anytime soon.
"I don't think I am."
She said softly, frowning with a small shiver. These accommodations weren't the least bit comfortable, and Olesya found herself slightly chilly. ...On top of her blossoming headache. It had dulled slightly to a dull aching that made her feel a little dizzy. But she figured that asking for aspirin would be out of the question.
"They haven't done anything to us yet-to me. I was brought in with four other students and we fought this kid who was hyped up on whatever the warden forced into him. He-" A sick look came over her face as the image of the boy floated in her mind, "He was just a shell, completely dead on the inside. He just did what the warden told him to."
She looked up to Emily, who was also scarred from the warden, her white hair almost glowing to her in the dim light. "Will that happen to us, Emily?"
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Post by seishounohana on Jul 3, 2008 16:19:39 GMT -8
"I don't think I am." Emily observed her companion and noticed her shivering a bit. Aye, the 'accommodations' could be quite uncomfortable. Emily was just lucky enough to say that she could control her environment into a temperature more comfortable for herself...
She would adjust her Qi a bit, as to warm up the room to something more comfortable-- at least, the current environment. Olesya sounded somewhat disoriented-- headache, probably? Or maybe... afraid?
"They haven't done anything to us yet-to me. I was brought in with four other students and we fought this kid who was hyped up on whatever the warden forced into him. He- ...He was just a shell, completely dead on the inside. He just did what the warden told him to. Will that happen to us, Emily?"
A light frown. Emily didn't really know what to say about that. After all, she, herself, had been through a bit. "... Daijoubu. Daijoubu, da yo. None of us will end up like that, if anything-- that ... 'kid'... you mentioned must be a little weak on the heart to lose himself to this place." she said, trying to sound assuring. Would she end up being like that kind of tool?
Would she be a monster? Nay. NAY. Emily would do none of that-- especially not after seeing that... scene she herself had created... realizing that you could do something... so... terrible for the sake of power-- it made Emily guilty, to an extent.
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Post by olesya on Jul 3, 2008 18:18:39 GMT -8
Olesya didn't know the first words that came out of her mouth, some Asian tongue she didn't speak. But her words gave her strength. No, they would not end up like this. They would fight, he couldnot break their will power. They simply needed to stand together and they could defeat him. It seemed easier said than done though. Olesya rubbed her head, wishing the throbbing away.
"What has it done to you? Those injections?"
She asked hesitantly. What Emily was going through Olesya was certain would soon follow. The junior really didn't care for needles, and it more than likely wasn't a pleasant experience either. If it were pleasant there would be lines of volunteers rather than subjects being held against their will.
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Post by seishounohana on Jul 3, 2008 18:44:39 GMT -8
"What has it done to you? Those injections?" Some hesitance in the question, but Emily would be obliged to answer.
"Ah," she started, trying to remember what happened... "Honestly, I really don't know... but I've become a lot more powerful, somewhat... maybe a bit faster too..."
That explained it. Well, Emily didn't exactly volunteer for this... but, she figured she might as well take advantage of her being captured. Sometimes, Emily could get quite power hungry-- though most would blame it on mere insecurity.
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"You know, " she started, smiling like she did before. "I want to thank you for talking to me. I... dunno if I'd snap again if I was placed on that horrid cell instead of here." Emily did appreciate that she was placed here to talk with someone.
At least... somehow, she felt herself-- in control.
She needed to be with people-- a particular weakness that spurred from years of loneliness.
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Post by olesya on Jul 4, 2008 8:19:44 GMT -8
Powerful? Well that's what the warden had said. it was like he was going to pump them full of steroids, but at what price?? Something about his didn't sit well with Olesya, but if it came to the point where she would lose her mind or fight, she would fight.
"I'm glad you're here, Emily. Well, I mean, I wish we weren't here, but it's nice to have a friend in a time like this."
She smiled, though her eyes were still tinged with a hint of sadness and anxiety of what was to come. But she really appreciated Emily being here just as much as she appreciated having Olesya to talk to. Having the other there would keep them sane, and maybe they could even work together to get out of here.
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Post by seishounohana on Jul 4, 2008 16:27:21 GMT -8
"I'm glad you're here, Emily. Well, I mean, I wish we weren't here, but it's nice to have a friend in a time like this." A smile.
Aye, Emily hadn't smiled like this since she came in here. Olesya was truly a good friend, and certainly... it would be good if they would hang out under better circumstances.
"A question though," she said, looking down on the floor. "... are you the only one they took? As far as I know, I have two other guys that were taken with me... do you know any of them?"
Asked with all hope that no one she was familiar with was there with her-- but it still worked if they weren't alone on this.
Then again... how impossible would it be... that Emily would be forced to go against her own friends chance given that they try to do an escape-rescue.
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Post by Reverend (Dots) Teyfour on Jul 6, 2008 17:56:14 GMT -8
Two Enforcers took the Limp Sleeping body and threw it in to the cell containing two other of the Test Subjects,...
Pound, Pound, Pound, it was the drums again, Pound, Pound, Pound, Ringing in my ears like the Dammed Bell That the Devil himself Calls Forth hellish demons with..Pound, Pound, Pound....Looking up i saw the Blood streaked Moons in the sky, and i smelled the Blood stained Grass I lay My body in....Pound, Pound, Pound..... I had become the Iron Wolf And it felt good, Pound, Pound, Pound.... all that Rage Locked up with in hand now been given life and oh it felt Goooood....Pound, Pound, Pound, Standing upon my Four legs i Bound Down the Hill i Rested upon.. Pound, Pound, Pound.... I must hunt again.... Kill, Pound, Pound, Pound.... HOWL, I release a Sound That Freezes the very core of a man’s heart... Pound, Pound, Pound... The war drums beat strong.... but i am still not strong enough, I may have released the beast i truly am, But im not strong enough....Pound, Pound, Pound.....Yet.... looking in the river i see the face of The Iron Wolf, I see myself, Pound, Pound, Pound, I see HELL,
Waking from a vivid dream, a Sweet, Sweet Dream, like the others I had Been having recently....Pound, Pound, Pound... I see through the eyes of the Beast unchained within me, A beast born in the chaos of my childhood, Pound, Pound, Pound.. .And with it came constant war drums within head, Pound, Pound, Pound.... and the Iron Wolf I have become craved the rush even more, oh the rush, I must become stronger, I must , I MUST, Pound, Pound, Pound....
I opened my eyes and i saw two being inside the cell with me, leaping in to the air i soar and land in the corner, on all fours.... Pound, Pound, Pound.... the drums pounding Strong..... As I land i begin to trash, howl, and growl, like a beast born of Brimstone, and the Fire of Hell..
" HOWL”
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Post by olesya on Jul 8, 2008 12:31:30 GMT -8
"No, there are four others along with m-"
Olesya broke of as the sound of clanking metal sounded closeby and in a moment enforcers appeared, dragging an unconscious boy in and slamming the door (a bit harder than necessary), the sound resonating angrily in her head before they stalked away again. Ow! again Olesya clutched her head, wishing that metal wasn't so loud and painful.
The boy in front of them was the Ramen boy, he only spoke of ramen the short time they were in the same room, and it had gotten him into a lot of trouble with the warden. And low it was if he was sleeping...had he been experimented on already? What did it feel like? When woul dhe wake up and what would change?
"He's one of them, I don't know his name though."
She told Emily, though after she spoke he sprung awake, eyes wild as he leapt to the corner of the room like a dog, howling. Eyes wide with surprise and uninformed fear, she jumped back cursing. Keeping her back to the wall, she slunk back toward the opposite corner, her gaze glued on the wild boy. he certainly wasn't like this before.
"Somethings happened to him."
She exclaimed in a hushed tone, hands pressed against the concrete wall. What the hell had happened to him? Did he pose a threat to her and Emily? Emily was her friend (her only friend right now), and she didn't know this boy. If it came down to it she would defend her and herself.
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Post by seishounohana on Jul 9, 2008 6:04:52 GMT -8
Emily sat there, eyebrows arching slightly as metal clanged heavily -- the annoying tone reverbing into her ears. Two enforcers had brought someone... quite familiar in. That guy with the dog.
Deta... Dots, was it?
"He's one of them, I don't know his name though."
She stood up, taking a defensive stance in front of the girl who jumped back and took her place against the wall -- fear? Well, Emily wasn't scared... at least not right now; not when she and Kari had reconciled their thoughts and calmed down, having previously able to vent through physical means.
Not pretty.
Emily was guilty of what she did to those people; blurry memories of what she did exactly, but the image of the bloodied and flooded room, the stench of burnt human flesh -- it wasn't something easy to forget.
It tortured her conscience.
"Somethings happened to him."
"... the same thing that happened to me, maybe?" she said, a smirk feigning on her lips as she watched the boy.
"Am I right, ...Dots?"
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