Post by Kyrie Blaze on Aug 24, 2014 15:49:10 GMT -8
The man strapped to the table had been here a long time, though precisely how long, the watcher did not keep track. It was baffling he hadn't snapped or succumbed to submissiveness. Bright eyes were narrow, but for now, her face showed no emotion as she watched him squirm and grind out oaths at the scientists - two, for now - that surrounded and moved briskly about.
Eventually, she knew, he would scream. They always did. The man on the shiny metal table was no exception.
Scars covered his body, and from watching enough times, she knew he sported some new ones. Some she had even watched be made. But his skin also had slashes of faint but darker colour, almost like stripes save for the fact they weren't uniform in the slightest, nor did they all travel the same direction; he had them on his hips and legs, as well. His hair was - ridiculously - long; greasy, tangled, with only a hint at a braid along the tail end of it. His eyes, when she could see them, were green.
It looked like he hadn't been washed in a while.
Her eyes roamed the room to spot the buckets...and knew his screaming would likely be put off for a little while. One scientist - female, if for her slightly willowy frame and way she moved - sprayed an opaque liquid on him in a line, using a bit more on his hair. Then a bucket of warm water was upended onto his form by the other, the remnants splashed on his hair. Hands busied, went to work, and soon a soapy lather and film covered his body. He twisted his head in an attempt to bite one of the arms that strayed too close.
The scientist must have been one newer to their captive, as the seemingly wild man sank his teeth into the scientist's forearm against the lab coat. She saw the muscles in his neck flex as his jaw clamped but didn't react.
When he'd first been brought in she'd witnessed his ability to change, and from that moment knew precisely why they captured him to begin with. But with the way his limbs were strung out and held to the table, it just wasn't possible for him until they released him. Unless he wanted to dislocate and break bones.
Perhaps soon he would.
Bright eyes watched and the corner of her lip curled upwards, exposing the hint of teeth. Those eyes blazed after a moment with utter hatred and loathing before she turned away from the darkened window. Her steps echoed with metallic clangs as she strode away, disinterested in the rest of bath time and scrambling scientists, not caring to see what routine and new experiments he would be subjected to.
They all wound up becoming the same, in the end.
Eventually, she knew, he would scream. They always did. The man on the shiny metal table was no exception.
Scars covered his body, and from watching enough times, she knew he sported some new ones. Some she had even watched be made. But his skin also had slashes of faint but darker colour, almost like stripes save for the fact they weren't uniform in the slightest, nor did they all travel the same direction; he had them on his hips and legs, as well. His hair was - ridiculously - long; greasy, tangled, with only a hint at a braid along the tail end of it. His eyes, when she could see them, were green.
It looked like he hadn't been washed in a while.
Her eyes roamed the room to spot the buckets...and knew his screaming would likely be put off for a little while. One scientist - female, if for her slightly willowy frame and way she moved - sprayed an opaque liquid on him in a line, using a bit more on his hair. Then a bucket of warm water was upended onto his form by the other, the remnants splashed on his hair. Hands busied, went to work, and soon a soapy lather and film covered his body. He twisted his head in an attempt to bite one of the arms that strayed too close.
The scientist must have been one newer to their captive, as the seemingly wild man sank his teeth into the scientist's forearm against the lab coat. She saw the muscles in his neck flex as his jaw clamped but didn't react.
When he'd first been brought in she'd witnessed his ability to change, and from that moment knew precisely why they captured him to begin with. But with the way his limbs were strung out and held to the table, it just wasn't possible for him until they released him. Unless he wanted to dislocate and break bones.
Perhaps soon he would.
Bright eyes watched and the corner of her lip curled upwards, exposing the hint of teeth. Those eyes blazed after a moment with utter hatred and loathing before she turned away from the darkened window. Her steps echoed with metallic clangs as she strode away, disinterested in the rest of bath time and scrambling scientists, not caring to see what routine and new experiments he would be subjected to.
They all wound up becoming the same, in the end.