thinking
sad
role-play between myself and
DemonicLillies
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It was a cold night in the cells of Chimera Laboratories. A window left open welcomed a chilling breeze through the corridors were many misfits and peculiar characters where allowed to 'socialise.' Of course, that window was barred, reinforced by a modified version of platinum- unable to be broken or destroyed. Henri Luckaszof's crooked presence floated aimlessly around the never ending corridors, though never would he appear himself. His eyes where the cameras. These cameras all linked back to his office, where he perversely studied and marvelled at his children.
The hallways where strenuously long, each one leading to separate rooms. The recreational room was nothing to be impressed by, just a padded room with singular table perched in the middle and some chairs around. The other directions of the hallway led to the cells, or bedrooms preferably called by the staff. Undoubtedly, they where in the standard of a prison. Four walls, a stone-padded bed and pillow left the inhabitants extremely uncomfortable, on the point of insanity due to lack of reasonable sleep.
Subjected to cruel violence, it was no wonder that the morale of the subjects where almost always low, they couldn't escape their fate, only live through it.
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One of those inhabitants was Pepper, mockingly known as Pepper Spray by the staff. Was she impressive, on of Henri's favourite little monsters. Standing at 3 feet, she carried a ginormous curled black and white striped tail that she held high but with no pride. More of an instinctive habit as she was constantly on edge, her best line of defence was under it. Though Pepper, most of the time, muzzle tied to her face, had veracious appetite to bite the fingers off of the staff. Henri admired her due to her willingness to escape, despite it being impossible.
Pepper lay on her 'specially tailored' chair in the rec. room. It was too small, lined with a fabric that was recurring habit scratched off to reveal how it was made from slab concrete. She sighed, her breath just proving how cold it really was. She had been a good girl today. No straightjackets, no muzzle, no incidences. Her creator had received the letter not so long ago but it seemed like years. It promised her a warm place to feel safe which she obviously have never received yet.
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It was a cold night in the cells of Chimera Laboratories. A window left open welcomed a chilling breeze through the corridors were many misfits and peculiar characters where allowed to 'socialise.' Of course, that window was barred, reinforced by a modified version of platinum- unable to be broken or destroyed. Henri Luckaszof's crooked presence floated aimlessly around the never ending corridors, though never would he appear himself. His eyes where the cameras. These cameras all linked back to his office, where he perversely studied and marvelled at his children.
The hallways where strenuously long, each one leading to separate rooms. The recreational room was nothing to be impressed by, just a padded room with singular table perched in the middle and some chairs around. The other directions of the hallway led to the cells, or bedrooms preferably called by the staff. Undoubtedly, they where in the standard of a prison. Four walls, a stone-padded bed and pillow left the inhabitants extremely uncomfortable, on the point of insanity due to lack of reasonable sleep.
Subjected to cruel violence, it was no wonder that the morale of the subjects where almost always low, they couldn't escape their fate, only live through it.
......
One of those inhabitants was Pepper, mockingly known as Pepper Spray by the staff. Was she impressive, on of Henri's favourite little monsters. Standing at 3 feet, she carried a ginormous curled black and white striped tail that she held high but with no pride. More of an instinctive habit as she was constantly on edge, her best line of defence was under it. Though Pepper, most of the time, muzzle tied to her face, had veracious appetite to bite the fingers off of the staff. Henri admired her due to her willingness to escape, despite it being impossible.
Pepper lay on her 'specially tailored' chair in the rec. room. It was too small, lined with a fabric that was recurring habit scratched off to reveal how it was made from slab concrete. She sighed, her breath just proving how cold it really was. She had been a good girl today. No straightjackets, no muzzle, no incidences. Her creator had received the letter not so long ago but it seemed like years. It promised her a warm place to feel safe which she obviously have never received yet.