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The Page Turner
Gestation
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Fantasy The Changing Room[Closed]
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Tardy Grade
The Page Turner
--The Changing Room
Happiness can find you just as easily as sadness.
At the brink of despair one can discover the seed of hope.
From a moment of gladness you can be brought down by the cruel weight of reality.
A quiet silence grips the group of men and women gathered in a sterile room.
Devoid of any life but their own.
Day 0
A labored breath escapes your lips as an incandescent light bypasses your eyelids, trading subtle darkness for blinding light.You slowly blink your eyes open, the light nearly blinding as the last dregs of slumber burden you a reluctant span. Eyes weak and irritated as you pointlessly will for them to adjust faster. Minutes later, you can make out the shape of two medical lamps positioned over you. You focus past the lamps and the dull gray of the ceiling tiles fall into your line of sight. Broken and missing in places as if it had seen much hardship, and little love, over the decades.At the brink of despair one can discover the seed of hope.
From a moment of gladness you can be brought down by the cruel weight of reality.
A quiet silence grips the group of men and women gathered in a sterile room.
Devoid of any life but their own.
Day 0
Your heart pounds once you realize you don't have any idea of where you are and the beep of machines echoes your heartbeat back to your ears, the quiet ticking of a clock barely heard behind it.Clenching both hands, you're gladdened to find them to be working fine.Your hands grip some kind of cloth, stiff between your fingers, as you pull yourself up to a sitting position.
The pounding reaches a breakneck pace as you realize you're wearing nothing but a medical gown and a chill goes up your spine as if you're being watched.
Your eyes scan the room looking for any means of escape and you notice for the first time the scale of the room. Circular in design with a concentric pattern.The surrounding operating tables much like your own outlining one such circle. All occupied by other people in your same predicament who seem to have also come awake at the same moment as you have. You hesitate as you catch their eyes and they yours.
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InsanEleven
King Allyn the Autistic
Akira'd first wondered why he wasn't waken by the usual beeping of his alarm clock, and because he feared he'd overslept he jolted up with a shock! Only to find there was no alarm clock, no bed... not his own clothes either... nor any memory of how he got here. For a bit he thought he had figured it out; he got hurt while on the job and was now in a hospital. But hospitals didn't generally keep people in circles now did they?
That didn't mean he hadn't possibly been hurt; when he tried to rub his hair out of his face, he found two bumps on his head. Had he been whacked there twice? He couldn't quite feel it right, but maybe that was just the cold. In any case he wanted to figure out where he was, and despite slow panic settling in by the bizarre atmosphere, he still tried to figure out where he was the calm and responsible way:
"Excuse me... do you know where we are?" Did any of them really know that? They all seemed just as groggy and haphazard as him, and not just the person next to him he'd asked the question to...
He felt uneasy.
That didn't mean he hadn't possibly been hurt; when he tried to rub his hair out of his face, he found two bumps on his head. Had he been whacked there twice? He couldn't quite feel it right, but maybe that was just the cold. In any case he wanted to figure out where he was, and despite slow panic settling in by the bizarre atmosphere, he still tried to figure out where he was the calm and responsible way:
"Excuse me... do you know where we are?" Did any of them really know that? They all seemed just as groggy and haphazard as him, and not just the person next to him he'd asked the question to...
He felt uneasy.
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Collidias Rex
Proficient with Plot Armor and Natural Weapons.
Light. Bright light.
Virgil's fingers twitched, drummed on his bed. He tightened his eyes. Would it still be there? He relaxed for a moment. They came back, a niggling, a jabbing through his eyelids. His brow furrowed, eyes clenched again. In the blackness, he found a dim glow pressing at his periphery.
Light. Bright light.
Why? Something unusual. But things had changed recently - no need to be afraid. His fingers scraped the hard, cool surface of his bed and balled into fists. Yelling. Anger. Urgency. He could see himself lurching out of bed and standing. He could see himself in stillness. The thought tugged at him, the image nagged, encouraged him to play along. He thrust that thought back down, fingers flexing and reaching for a blanket, a mattress, something soft. It took him time to adjust. The barracks were gone - at least, for now. He told himself that he would sleep. He told himself that he would rest.
But the light, bright light ... it was hard. It was intense, not restful. It was painful, not gentle. Falling asleep in his own bed again, he had told himself that things would be soft again. The thing, the light ... that wasn't right.
Why was there a light?
Something wrenched him from his thoughts and sensation flooded down his arms and through him. His bed was hard and smooth, and the weight of his blankets was absent. His eyes flickered open again - a harsh flash stabbed down into him.
A reflex - his eyes clamped shut again. His arm lifted sluggishly, lurching into animation and swinging in front of his face to shield his eyes from the light. And something stabbed him. First he felt a prick, then an eruption - pain lanced across his face.
"Fuck!" His lips cracked apart and stitched into a snarl.
He waved his arm, flailed it at the source. A second thrum of agony leapt through him and he brought his free hand up to touch his nose. He stopped - something alien grazed the other side of his nose. He felt it press, scrape against the skin. Sharp. A third pang jumped through him - a steady, aching throb. He pressed his hands to the surface beneath him. They resisted, stiff and reluctant. He pushed them, bludgeoning his fists awkwardly against the surface of the table and sitting upright.
He slowly swept an arm overhead, lowering it to shield his eyes with the crook of his elbow. Drawing his eyes open and staring through the glare surrounding him, he brought his other arm to bare.
A voice said something, somewhere. It was a dim noise. Blurred. Ambient. He felt a trickle run down the side of his nose, thick and warm like tar, sliding along and curling around his top lip.
There was something on his arm. The end of it dripped blood
Virgil's fingers twitched, drummed on his bed. He tightened his eyes. Would it still be there? He relaxed for a moment. They came back, a niggling, a jabbing through his eyelids. His brow furrowed, eyes clenched again. In the blackness, he found a dim glow pressing at his periphery.
Light. Bright light.
Why? Something unusual. But things had changed recently - no need to be afraid. His fingers scraped the hard, cool surface of his bed and balled into fists. Yelling. Anger. Urgency. He could see himself lurching out of bed and standing. He could see himself in stillness. The thought tugged at him, the image nagged, encouraged him to play along. He thrust that thought back down, fingers flexing and reaching for a blanket, a mattress, something soft. It took him time to adjust. The barracks were gone - at least, for now. He told himself that he would sleep. He told himself that he would rest.
But the light, bright light ... it was hard. It was intense, not restful. It was painful, not gentle. Falling asleep in his own bed again, he had told himself that things would be soft again. The thing, the light ... that wasn't right.
Why was there a light?
Something wrenched him from his thoughts and sensation flooded down his arms and through him. His bed was hard and smooth, and the weight of his blankets was absent. His eyes flickered open again - a harsh flash stabbed down into him.
A reflex - his eyes clamped shut again. His arm lifted sluggishly, lurching into animation and swinging in front of his face to shield his eyes from the light. And something stabbed him. First he felt a prick, then an eruption - pain lanced across his face.
"Fuck!" His lips cracked apart and stitched into a snarl.
He waved his arm, flailed it at the source. A second thrum of agony leapt through him and he brought his free hand up to touch his nose. He stopped - something alien grazed the other side of his nose. He felt it press, scrape against the skin. Sharp. A third pang jumped through him - a steady, aching throb. He pressed his hands to the surface beneath him. They resisted, stiff and reluctant. He pushed them, bludgeoning his fists awkwardly against the surface of the table and sitting upright.
He slowly swept an arm overhead, lowering it to shield his eyes with the crook of his elbow. Drawing his eyes open and staring through the glare surrounding him, he brought his other arm to bare.
A voice said something, somewhere. It was a dim noise. Blurred. Ambient. He felt a trickle run down the side of his nose, thick and warm like tar, sliding along and curling around his top lip.
There was something on his arm. The end of it dripped blood
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Fletchawk
Clever thoughts mean nothing unless acted upon.
Normally Thomas was a light sleeper and it wouldn't take long for him to be alert and awake. The nightmares usually helped, waking him with a good jolt of adrenaline. Something felt off this time as he felt groggy, as if he had woken up sick or had a really rough night out. The metallic taste of blood partnered with the soreness in his mouth led him to believe it was the latter of the two.
He tried to remember what happened the last night and only got remnants of the rather vivid nightmare that he'd just woken from. Thomas grimaced as bits of it flowed through his head. It was bad, however it didn't afflict the same terror that his normal nightmares did. His pained grimace had woken him a bit more. It felt as though the inside of his cheeks were tender and raw. He decided that he would look at them after he got up. The pain had also woken some his higher thought processes and senses.
The combination of the cool metal beneath him and the lack of weight from his clothes set off screaming red flags in his head. The alarms going off in his head had sent him into a small panic as Thomas opened his eyes and jolted upright. This of course resulted in Thomas blinding himself as the brightness of the lights above him had slipped his foggy mind. He instinctively covered his eyes with his palms while he was leaning forward as though to further shield his eyes from the light's intensity.
"Dammit!*" He muttered, cursing his stupidity in his mother's native language, though his tongue felt something pointy in his mouth when he spoke. 'Did they break a tooth as well?' was the slightly concerned thought that ran through his head before he started pushing his tongue against his teeth in search of the perpetrator. Thomas' mild concern quickly turned into alarm when he found not one offender but many. The slight panic that he'd been keeping under control was now growing and in a futile attempt to quell it, Thomas opened his eyes and double checked his teeth with his fingers. Thomas' initial objective of looking for a mirror was drowned out by the sight of a large circular room populated with a number of people laying atop beds. Confirming that his teeth had seemed to have been replaced and seeing his unfamiliar surroundings, Thomas' closed his eyes and tried taking deep breathes as he desperately tried to calm his building panic and racing mind.
He tried to remember what happened the last night and only got remnants of the rather vivid nightmare that he'd just woken from. Thomas grimaced as bits of it flowed through his head. It was bad, however it didn't afflict the same terror that his normal nightmares did. His pained grimace had woken him a bit more. It felt as though the inside of his cheeks were tender and raw. He decided that he would look at them after he got up. The pain had also woken some his higher thought processes and senses.
The combination of the cool metal beneath him and the lack of weight from his clothes set off screaming red flags in his head. The alarms going off in his head had sent him into a small panic as Thomas opened his eyes and jolted upright. This of course resulted in Thomas blinding himself as the brightness of the lights above him had slipped his foggy mind. He instinctively covered his eyes with his palms while he was leaning forward as though to further shield his eyes from the light's intensity.
"Dammit!*" He muttered, cursing his stupidity in his mother's native language, though his tongue felt something pointy in his mouth when he spoke. 'Did they break a tooth as well?' was the slightly concerned thought that ran through his head before he started pushing his tongue against his teeth in search of the perpetrator. Thomas' mild concern quickly turned into alarm when he found not one offender but many. The slight panic that he'd been keeping under control was now growing and in a futile attempt to quell it, Thomas opened his eyes and double checked his teeth with his fingers. Thomas' initial objective of looking for a mirror was drowned out by the sight of a large circular room populated with a number of people laying atop beds. Confirming that his teeth had seemed to have been replaced and seeing his unfamiliar surroundings, Thomas' closed his eyes and tried taking deep breathes as he desperately tried to calm his building panic and racing mind.
GamerCarrot
Just A Random Little Carrot.
Cold…all she could feel was a cold surface hitting her skin, she knew this wasn’t her bed. Bright lights beaming above her. Her eyes flickering open, the light took a while for her eyes to completely adjust she blinked a few times to let them fully adjust. She looked around still laying down on the cold surface. She sat up from the cold bed she laid upon, her head pounding, she was extremely worried. How did she get her? Who were these people in the same room as her? She noticed three others had awoken before her. Waking up and finding herself in a strange room with people she did not know worried her immensely, the more she looked around the more worried she became was she in a hospital?
There were a lot of medical equipment around her and the others in the room. She had been in a hospital before but that was under very different circumstances. She moved herself to face the side of her bed, she noticed her muscles felt tighter than they usually do. Why did they feel like that? What happened in this room.
“Who are you?” Ash spoke her voice hoarse as if she hadn’t spoken in days, she hoped someone knew where they are or could at least ease her worrying.
There were a lot of medical equipment around her and the others in the room. She had been in a hospital before but that was under very different circumstances. She moved herself to face the side of her bed, she noticed her muscles felt tighter than they usually do. Why did they feel like that? What happened in this room.
“Who are you?” Ash spoke her voice hoarse as if she hadn’t spoken in days, she hoped someone knew where they are or could at least ease her worrying.
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Hel
Daughter of Loki
The constant rhythm of Elizabeth's heart monitor grew faster and faster as she came to consciousness. She had made certain to turn her head away from he lights before opening them, but when they focused on what was in front of her it was strange, and foreign It didn't make any sense. Medical equipment? What the hell happened on the way to the hotel last night? Equal parts of panic and curiosity were quickly taken over by dread with her next realization. The cold table met her skin, and as she shifted her weight she could tell that there was nothing between them. As she moved a hand to instinctual cover herself, she felt the hospital gown over the rest of her, scratchy and thin. She'd never been to the hospital before, and she'd always made a point to avoid doctors. This wasn't right. As she sat up and pulled her knees up to her chest, she looked around the room and realized she wasn't alone. Her heart monitor was racing now, and now that she knew that she wasn't alone, it stopped. The room of beeps and groans was greeted with a single, solid tone.
Elizabeth could still feel her heart pounding, and the sound of the flat-lining heart monitor only served to cause more panic. Her eyes flitted around the room as the others sat up in slow motion. She watched their heavy movements and started to force herself to calm down. They are just as confused as I am. They aren't here to hurt me. Breathe. Breathe. As she forced herself to calm down, she looked down at herself realizing only now that the tone on the heart monitor was coming from her. She didn't like the sound. She wanted to make it stop. She wanted her clothes. She wanted answers.
She didn't think it was likely that she'd get all of these things.
She could make he sound stop, at least. She reached for where the nodes were stuck to her chest and pulled them away. As the nodes pulled free of her skin, Elizabeth flinched. It had hurt more than she had anticipated, and she couldn't put together why. She heard some one curse from the bed beside hers, and drew her knees in even closer. The others didn't seem to be moving so slowly anymore, she realized. They must have been waking up, too.
Elizabeth could still feel her heart pounding, and the sound of the flat-lining heart monitor only served to cause more panic. Her eyes flitted around the room as the others sat up in slow motion. She watched their heavy movements and started to force herself to calm down. They are just as confused as I am. They aren't here to hurt me. Breathe. Breathe. As she forced herself to calm down, she looked down at herself realizing only now that the tone on the heart monitor was coming from her. She didn't like the sound. She wanted to make it stop. She wanted her clothes. She wanted answers.
She didn't think it was likely that she'd get all of these things.
She could make he sound stop, at least. She reached for where the nodes were stuck to her chest and pulled them away. As the nodes pulled free of her skin, Elizabeth flinched. It had hurt more than she had anticipated, and she couldn't put together why. She heard some one curse from the bed beside hers, and drew her knees in even closer. The others didn't seem to be moving so slowly anymore, she realized. They must have been waking up, too.
billthesomething
Four Thousand Club
"Fuck." Yep that was the first word that came out of Joseph's lips. A simple yet resounding fuck, as his first thoughts were of, The constant beeping of a heart monitor confirmed that he was in a hospital, so the biggest question in his mind was who the fuck did he piss off this time. Couldn't have been any of his coworkers, because while Joseph understood that he had a tendency to get under people's skin, (Whether he did that intentionally or not, wasn't really that important at the moment) but all of his coworkers took it in their stride.
So he must have gotten into a scuffle with the loan-sharks. Again. Jesus! This would be third time or something this month. He had to learn to keep his temper in check he sighed.
Anyway ...
With a good enough answer for his predicament for the moment Joseph shifted himself into a sitting position and finally began to look around the room he has found himself in, He was happy to know that he wasn't the only one in here at least. Joseph reached for the nodes and with a quiet grunt pulled them out without too much difficulty.
So he must have gotten into a scuffle with the loan-sharks. Again. Jesus! This would be third time or something this month. He had to learn to keep his temper in check he sighed.
Anyway ...
With a good enough answer for his predicament for the moment Joseph shifted himself into a sitting position and finally began to look around the room he has found himself in, He was happy to know that he wasn't the only one in here at least. Joseph reached for the nodes and with a quiet grunt pulled them out without too much difficulty.
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Kenji Jensai
King of Procrastination
Slowly rising from the depths of oblivion, feeling returning to fingers and toes, Chess grunted, rolled over and curled up more tightly, hugging his knees between his arms. Something about the atmosphere surrounding him didn't seem right, so cautiously opening one eye he quickly scanned the room. Awareness came in a flash, this was not within his comfort zone, this was strange and in some ways frightening. What had happened - how had he got here - where was here - why were they here...? So many thoughts scrambled themselves to the surface in a panic that a thin film of perspiration began to form on brow and upper lip. Fear was setting in and there was nothing he could do to stop it, no comforting words or thoughts, nothing reassuring came to mind.
Giving the room another ocular pat down, Chess quickly noticed that he wasn't alone. He noticed many others had already risen from their slumber before him. The more he inspected the room the more worried he became. There was a lot of medical equipment around him and the others in the room. He had been in a hospital before but this.... this definitely wasn't like any hospital he had seen before. Gazing at the others he tried to lighten the mood a little,“Guess we're not Kansas anymore huh?” Chess spoke his voice echoing in the large room in which they were all in.
Giving the room another ocular pat down, Chess quickly noticed that he wasn't alone. He noticed many others had already risen from their slumber before him. The more he inspected the room the more worried he became. There was a lot of medical equipment around him and the others in the room. He had been in a hospital before but this.... this definitely wasn't like any hospital he had seen before. Gazing at the others he tried to lighten the mood a little,“Guess we're not Kansas anymore huh?” Chess spoke his voice echoing in the large room in which they were all in.
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loyalwolf
Mischievous trickster
Abel woke up feeling groggy and with a heavy head. He then realized that his joints have rigid and thorny skin. That's when it felt something warm and wet going down his face. When he brings a hand to see what it is, he has an expression of silent shock. There was a red liquid seeping down his face from his eyes. Anyone in the room could tell that it was red blood that was dripping from his eyes.
Then, of it's own accord, it just stopped. He was completely confused and had no idea what was going on. In his mouth, it was particularly dry. His tongue sticky against the roof of his mouth as he tried rubbing the blood off his face rapidly before it had a chance to dry. At this point Abel was in panic and was suspicious of everyone in the room.
“What the hell is going on? And who the hell are you people?”
Then, of it's own accord, it just stopped. He was completely confused and had no idea what was going on. In his mouth, it was particularly dry. His tongue sticky against the roof of his mouth as he tried rubbing the blood off his face rapidly before it had a chance to dry. At this point Abel was in panic and was suspicious of everyone in the room.
“What the hell is going on? And who the hell are you people?”
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Tardy Grade
The Page Turner
--The Changing room
Day 0
Twelve operating tables arranged like the numbers of a clock are fitted with identical life support systems. Some of the men and women have woken and begun their attempts to reason out their situations. A few attempt to make light of the matter while others begin to formulate plans of their own. Drastic changes in their system already affecting their thinking. Outside the circle of operating tables lie six, equally spaced 'closed' doors. Above each door there is an image of some sort. Closer inspection is required.
Twelve operating tables arranged like the numbers of a clock are fitted with identical life support systems. Some of the men and women have woken and begun their attempts to reason out their situations. A few attempt to make light of the matter while others begin to formulate plans of their own. Drastic changes in their system already affecting their thinking. Outside the circle of operating tables lie six, equally spaced 'closed' doors. Above each door there is an image of some sort. Closer inspection is required.
The boxes at the foot of the bed open as the life support systems detect tampering to reveal a set of neat clothing that belong to each of you. Slight adjustments keeping in mind your own changes are noticeable.
Gestation
Take heed of your peers and make your alliances. It pays to have someone watch your back.
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Ash
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Abel Prince
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Health: Abel is healthy overall with a mild knee injury that acts up sometimes.
Phobias:Ceraunophobia- fear of thunder, Ankylophobia- fear of immovable joints -
Chess Pierce
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Health: Pain from a Scar on his neck and on his hip afflict him with waves of pain, but other than that he's the epitome of health
Phobias: Cynophobia (Fear of Dogs) -
Elizabeth Langley
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Health: Excellent. She takes very good care of her body due to her profession. She does have a family history of anemia and haemophilia.
Phobia: Mild fear of intimacy (not necessarily the sexual kind, but that too) and legitimate Atychiphobia, or fear of failure -
Joseph Stiles
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Health: "The Scar on my forehead tends to act up a bit, also I have webbed fingers, their only joined part way, though"
Phobia: Autophobia, the fear of being abandoned. -
Neil Leonard
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Health: Back pain, Gastrocnemius (calf muscle) strain several years ago on his left leg, movement taxing. Phobias: Scotomaphobia (Fear of going blind) [Strong],
Merinthophobia (Fear of being bound/not being able to move) [Mild]. -
Akira Bisset
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Health: Generally good, although he does have a weak ankle from having broken it once while training to become a police officer
Phobia: Trypanophobia (Fear of needles) -
Nova Willems
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Health: Nova is fairly healthy and has no known physical injuries or ailments.
Phobia: Trypophobia - Fear of holes, generally in asymmetrical clusters of small holes or pockmarks
Atychiphobia - Fear of failure -
Virgil Lesley
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Health: Good level of fitness, family history of short-sightedness, shows a slight tendency toward confrontation and some difficulties in cooperation with strangers.
Phobias:
- Has a distinct fear of his name being "around".
- Underlying fear of his vision deteriorating. Myopia runs in his family, it seems - he's worried that he might be experiencing adult-onset myopia.
- Hates being in a crowd. One part the insecurity of being surrounded, the other part fearful of mob mentality. -
Yoruchi Ichima
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Health: Stable, defective eyesight, reliant on glasses. Errors in identification.
Phobia: Heights -
Ella
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Health: - ,Phobias: -
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Thomas Shen
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Health:Has Deuteranomaly color blindness, physically stable,mentally unsound.
Phobia: Fears that he'll never be successful in life.
Fears facing his teacher.
Fears how easy it is to ignore his own moral code.
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InsanEleven
King Allyn the Autistic
Akira had by now realised that nobody really knew where they are... not even the guy that had commented on Kansas, because for all he knew they actually could still have been there. By now his police officer drive had kicked in, especially the need to at least make sure there would be some semblance of order, no matter how impossible it would be to achieve fully in a place where there really wasn't order to begin with. Firstly... establish who was in a stable state of mind. Then maybe they could work toward a solution, or at least finding out what was going on and what this strange room was.
There was just one little problem though... that IV drip stuck in his arm. He knew he had to get it out if he wanted to move anywhere, but the more he tried to mentally move himself to do so, the more he had to think about it. The thought of this foreign object moving in his body, the thin iron sliding out from between his skin... it made him feel the need to throw up. As if somehow his body figured that emptying his stomach would adequately remove the needles as well. He could ask someone to do it for him, but at this point he was seriously wondering if it was smart to ask for it; either they were stable and then he'd have lost the allusion to authority, or they were unstable and made things far worse.
He had to do this himself. Looking the other way, trying to focus on whatever else was in the room, Akira traced this plastic tube down to where it entered his arm. This was rather hard for some reason, nearly as if he was only feeling it with his nails. Odd. His fingers weren't particularly cold anymore... but maybe he'd slept on them somehow while he was out? Yet that familiar warm tingling that would come with that never appeared to happen. If someone had covered his fingers in candle wax... or even if his fingers had suddenly become incredibly calloused it probably would have been the same feeling. It made this task a lot harder, but he couldn't look at it, that'd make him even less able to do this. Instead he felt with the palm of his hand where the IV went in.
The moment he touched it shivers went down his spine, and the nausea he had felt before returned. His stomach churning became so bad it send tears down his face, as if it was already wringing him out.
Just do this quickly. Deep breath... and pull. Pull.. come on. Pull. Now.
Giving his lip a heavy chewing, he threw all subtlety out of the window, instead just grabbing the line and yanking it out. Medical tape and all, it came out. It hurt. It bled... but it was out, and the relief he felt from that defeated the other feelings at least for a moment. Now he just kept pressure on his wrist with that flimsy blanket, drying his tears in the process and recollecting himself.
Maybe it would've been better to let someone else do that... in hindsight, crying over taking an IV out probably didn't do much for his 'authority' either.
There was just one little problem though... that IV drip stuck in his arm. He knew he had to get it out if he wanted to move anywhere, but the more he tried to mentally move himself to do so, the more he had to think about it. The thought of this foreign object moving in his body, the thin iron sliding out from between his skin... it made him feel the need to throw up. As if somehow his body figured that emptying his stomach would adequately remove the needles as well. He could ask someone to do it for him, but at this point he was seriously wondering if it was smart to ask for it; either they were stable and then he'd have lost the allusion to authority, or they were unstable and made things far worse.
He had to do this himself. Looking the other way, trying to focus on whatever else was in the room, Akira traced this plastic tube down to where it entered his arm. This was rather hard for some reason, nearly as if he was only feeling it with his nails. Odd. His fingers weren't particularly cold anymore... but maybe he'd slept on them somehow while he was out? Yet that familiar warm tingling that would come with that never appeared to happen. If someone had covered his fingers in candle wax... or even if his fingers had suddenly become incredibly calloused it probably would have been the same feeling. It made this task a lot harder, but he couldn't look at it, that'd make him even less able to do this. Instead he felt with the palm of his hand where the IV went in.
The moment he touched it shivers went down his spine, and the nausea he had felt before returned. His stomach churning became so bad it send tears down his face, as if it was already wringing him out.
Just do this quickly. Deep breath... and pull. Pull.. come on. Pull. Now.
Giving his lip a heavy chewing, he threw all subtlety out of the window, instead just grabbing the line and yanking it out. Medical tape and all, it came out. It hurt. It bled... but it was out, and the relief he felt from that defeated the other feelings at least for a moment. Now he just kept pressure on his wrist with that flimsy blanket, drying his tears in the process and recollecting himself.
Maybe it would've been better to let someone else do that... in hindsight, crying over taking an IV out probably didn't do much for his 'authority' either.
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billthesomething
Four Thousand Club
Joseph stepped off the bed, and his feet touched the floor with a click. he didn't pay it too much mind, as he was trying to find his clothes. He'd been to enough hospitals to know that they usually left the clothes near the patients.But then clicking sounds crept into his mind as he could hear the patter follow each of his steps as if he was wearing high heels. As if a sharp echoes of his own movements. He tried flexing his legs a bit and relaxing then and noticed the sounds came to a stop.
"The Hell?" he muttered and kneeled down to take a look at his feet only to find a strange bony protrusion pressed against, and emerging from, the back of his each of his shins and reaching his ankles.He flexed his leg muscles again to see the bone part from the shin enough to reach the ground with it's pointed end.
"The Fuck!?" He exclaimed out of shock and causing himself to fall on his ass
"The Hell?" he muttered and kneeled down to take a look at his feet only to find a strange bony protrusion pressed against, and emerging from, the back of his each of his shins and reaching his ankles.He flexed his leg muscles again to see the bone part from the shin enough to reach the ground with it's pointed end.
"The Fuck!?" He exclaimed out of shock and causing himself to fall on his ass
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Hel
Daughter of Loki
El watched those around her. Wanting to assess her surroundings before she took any actions. She was initially terrified and enraged, but had managed to calm herself down more quickly than she'd expected. She wanted to know who was around her. She wanted to know why. She could hear some cursing pop up around the room from some of the occupants, then the a clicking noise- like heels- followed by yet another curse.
She saw those around her, and scarcely believed her eyes when she realized what she was looking at. Her heart started racing again, panic gripping her when she realized that one of the other people in the room was deformed(and... thorny?). He had tears of blood down his cheeks and Elizabeth wanted to scream then.
She didn't.
What is going on? This can't be real. El thought, as she buried her face in her knees and took three deep breaths. Focusing, on calming down again. Breath In. Out. Dreaming, or maybe she went crazy somehow. In. Everyone joked that she would. Out. Though she didn't have dreams anymore... In. So this couldn't be a dream. And if it wasn't... this had to be real.
If this was real.... Out.
If this is real, I have to get out! I have to be strong. She realized, as she moved her head so that her eyes just peeked over her knees. Seeing the others again and wondering what horrors awaited her when she would next look to a mirror. She hated feeling naked, and in nothing more than a hospital gown, that's exactly how she felt. She was mindful of the IV, and worried about what might be feeding into her blood the longer she ignored it. That thought scared her too. Plucking them out, she couldn't stay how she was, but she had no... as she reached this point in her thoughts, boxes at the end of the beds popped open.
Curiosity won out after a moment of hesitation and Elizabeth carefully dropped to the floor. She felt the panic coming back as she quietly crept forward, to see what was in the box. The back of her outfit was open, and she was surrounded by strangers. Who knew what had been pumped into her. The others seemed groggy around her, and as soon as El realized her clothes were in the box, her hand darted out to grab them. The arm without the IV. Her pants were easy to pull on, so she did, quickly.
Once her pants were on, she glanced up to see the one with bone- heels fall backwards, but something about it was... weird. She didn't understand. She didn't care just yet. Looking back to her IV, she focused on removing the strange thing. If this hospital was legitimate, she would be happy to let them return the needle to her arm, but without knowing what was being administered, she decided against it. She took of the bandages that held it in place and carefully pulled it free before quickly returning the dressings to the small puncture wound. She wasn't a nurse, but she was careful. It had hurt, but it was bearable.
Now, at least, she felt free enough to move.
She saw those around her, and scarcely believed her eyes when she realized what she was looking at. Her heart started racing again, panic gripping her when she realized that one of the other people in the room was deformed(and... thorny?). He had tears of blood down his cheeks and Elizabeth wanted to scream then.
She didn't.
What is going on? This can't be real. El thought, as she buried her face in her knees and took three deep breaths. Focusing, on calming down again. Breath In. Out. Dreaming, or maybe she went crazy somehow. In. Everyone joked that she would. Out. Though she didn't have dreams anymore... In. So this couldn't be a dream. And if it wasn't... this had to be real.
If this was real.... Out.
If this is real, I have to get out! I have to be strong. She realized, as she moved her head so that her eyes just peeked over her knees. Seeing the others again and wondering what horrors awaited her when she would next look to a mirror. She hated feeling naked, and in nothing more than a hospital gown, that's exactly how she felt. She was mindful of the IV, and worried about what might be feeding into her blood the longer she ignored it. That thought scared her too. Plucking them out, she couldn't stay how she was, but she had no... as she reached this point in her thoughts, boxes at the end of the beds popped open.
Curiosity won out after a moment of hesitation and Elizabeth carefully dropped to the floor. She felt the panic coming back as she quietly crept forward, to see what was in the box. The back of her outfit was open, and she was surrounded by strangers. Who knew what had been pumped into her. The others seemed groggy around her, and as soon as El realized her clothes were in the box, her hand darted out to grab them. The arm without the IV. Her pants were easy to pull on, so she did, quickly.
Once her pants were on, she glanced up to see the one with bone- heels fall backwards, but something about it was... weird. She didn't understand. She didn't care just yet. Looking back to her IV, she focused on removing the strange thing. If this hospital was legitimate, she would be happy to let them return the needle to her arm, but without knowing what was being administered, she decided against it. She took of the bandages that held it in place and carefully pulled it free before quickly returning the dressings to the small puncture wound. She wasn't a nurse, but she was careful. It had hurt, but it was bearable.
Now, at least, she felt free enough to move.
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Noivian
Drinker of coffees
Nova shifted and mumbled in her sleep. Her eyelids felt heavy. So, so heavy. She wasn't even that tired, though, as consciousness started worming its way through her. Her fingers flexed and rubbed the cloth of the bed. So heavy... her body felt stiff and unnatural. She tries to open her eyes, but it was almost as if they were sealed shut, from the way they refused to move. Surprised with how much effort it took just to open her eyes. Nova lifted a hand to her face.
Her face felt like a mask, in her opinion, and her hand almost refused to move. In her half-awake state, Nova was considering this an odd dream, and had half a mind to go back to sleep, but something urge her on. Her movements, simply lifting her arm to her face, was hard. She could locate the culprit of the extra work it took as her skin. Her skin felt... plastic, almost. It was the only parallel she could draw at the moment. Akin to playing with a Barbie doll, each limb had to be focused on and all but forced to move.
Panic begin to set in.
What happened to her? Where was she? These thoughts rushed through her head, and she mustered the strength to open her eyes, taking in the ceiling of the place. Movements stiff and slightly less labored than before, Nova pushed herself into a sitting position. The room was circular, with beds arranged like a clock. People were moving about and doing things, some to a lesser degree of grace than others, and some weren't moving just yet. As she looked around, she felt her eyelids, heavier than usual. Closing one eye, she actually brought a hand up to her lid. Why was it so heavy?
Her hand stopped, as well as her thought process, when she felt rubber. Or what seemed to be rubber. Panic returned, twofold, and she quickly opened her eye again to look at her hand. It looked normal. Nothing out of place. But it didn't feel normal. It felt hard, like her own skin was restraining her. She looked to the machines that surrounded her bed - a heart rate monitor, an IV... She tore off the sensors for the heart rate monitor, ignoring the dull flat line the machine gave when it stopped sensing her heartbeat. She hesitated on the IV, though. Many movies told her to just tear the thing out and grit through it, but Nova had heard from friends that it was highly unrealistic to do that. Besides, she was slightly squeamish, and didn't want to deal with things she didn't know.
"Does anyone here know how to take out an IV?" Nova called out, hoping someone in here was a doctor, and willing to help her out. She didn't want to just tear the thing out - she had caught a glimpse of someone else doing that, and proceeding to cry afterwards. She didn't want to get off the bed just yet, given how she was only in a medical gown.
Her face felt like a mask, in her opinion, and her hand almost refused to move. In her half-awake state, Nova was considering this an odd dream, and had half a mind to go back to sleep, but something urge her on. Her movements, simply lifting her arm to her face, was hard. She could locate the culprit of the extra work it took as her skin. Her skin felt... plastic, almost. It was the only parallel she could draw at the moment. Akin to playing with a Barbie doll, each limb had to be focused on and all but forced to move.
Panic begin to set in.
What happened to her? Where was she? These thoughts rushed through her head, and she mustered the strength to open her eyes, taking in the ceiling of the place. Movements stiff and slightly less labored than before, Nova pushed herself into a sitting position. The room was circular, with beds arranged like a clock. People were moving about and doing things, some to a lesser degree of grace than others, and some weren't moving just yet. As she looked around, she felt her eyelids, heavier than usual. Closing one eye, she actually brought a hand up to her lid. Why was it so heavy?
Her hand stopped, as well as her thought process, when she felt rubber. Or what seemed to be rubber. Panic returned, twofold, and she quickly opened her eye again to look at her hand. It looked normal. Nothing out of place. But it didn't feel normal. It felt hard, like her own skin was restraining her. She looked to the machines that surrounded her bed - a heart rate monitor, an IV... She tore off the sensors for the heart rate monitor, ignoring the dull flat line the machine gave when it stopped sensing her heartbeat. She hesitated on the IV, though. Many movies told her to just tear the thing out and grit through it, but Nova had heard from friends that it was highly unrealistic to do that. Besides, she was slightly squeamish, and didn't want to deal with things she didn't know.
"Does anyone here know how to take out an IV?" Nova called out, hoping someone in here was a doctor, and willing to help her out. She didn't want to just tear the thing out - she had caught a glimpse of someone else doing that, and proceeding to cry afterwards. She didn't want to get off the bed just yet, given how she was only in a medical gown.
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Collidias Rex
Proficient with Plot Armor and Natural Weapons.
Fuck my life.
Virgil squashed his eyes hard shut and gave his head a shake. His brain rattled about in his skull. When he opened his eyes again, a lucid, yet dulled throb of pain pressed against his brow. Awake. In pain - but awake all the same. The circumstances gave him pause, but he was expected to function nonetheless. He expected to face curve-balls on his first year out of basic, but the nature of this was ... it was different. He expected explosions, shock and awe, being ripped out of bed without warning - all dynamic situations. But this surprise was was quiet, it was lingering, it was ominous. Turning his arm over, his eyes snapped to the needle mounted to his arm, trailing up the length to the translucent bag hanging next to his new "bed".
He'd noted presences around him. Their position, their garb, their voices - they seemed confused. Likely, they shared whatever fate had befallen him. Of course, there was always a chance that they were planted, or conspirators of some kind ... but he was surrounded by them. At the very least, he'd act as if they were all part of the mystery. He watched them from the corner of his eye, resolving to remain silent as they woke.
"Does anyone here know how to take out an IV?" Female, somewhere to the left.
There wasn't much in the way of screaming or crying. Shock? He turned his eyes to his own IV drip. Hell, that must've been it. Was he in shock too? The possibility was ... daunting. He knew his circumstances were serious, but it was all ... abrupt. It was surreal. He turned his arm, his gaze flicking between the spines seemingly fused to either side. It was ... bizarre. He could logically process the situation, but his emotional response was dull and lagged behind his thoughts. His head felt warm, fuzzy.
Action. Look, plan, take action.
Virgil looked at the IV again, then back at the spines. Back to the IV, then he looked to the bag. The IV was feeding something into him, and the functional part of his brain told him this was bad. He took inventory of his surroundings. A knife? A razor, even? Anything sharp - but no such luck. For a moment he turned his eyes back to his wrists. The thought struck him as alien, but it was a viable option. He turned himself carefully on the table, dangling his legs off the edge and climbing to his feet. His wrists felt stiff and wouldn't fully comply, but he worked around the apparent stiffness and laid his arm along the table, letting the IV line dangle on the surface. With that in place, he angled his other arm so the enigmatic spikes were facing down, and he pressed the tip of one against the IV cord. Fruitlessly, the tube squashed and slipped around the point of the spike.
The spikes were pointed, but more like the tips of a bull's horn rather than the tip of a spear. It wasn't going to function as a cutting implement.
Although ...
He brought his gaze back up to the IV bag.
Yes. That would do nicely.
Holding the pricked arm aside, he wound back his free arm and jabbed forward. The spike running under his pinky-finger caught the bag, punching through the surface. He immediately jerked his hand back, the tip catching on the entry hole and tearing it further as fluid gushed out.
Yeah. That'd do.
He unhooked the bag from its hanger and let it rest on the ground. He felt a slow breath of relief leave him as the fluid inside the tube drained downward and away, stealing the invader's color and leaving it transparent. A foot pressed against the bag squeezed out any remaining dregs of liquid.
That done, he scooped up the bag from its puddle and proceeded to wrap the tubing around his arm a few times. Scrunching up the bag, he threaded it under the loops and tied a loose knot then stuffing the empty bag under the impromptu rigging between the tube and his arm. He flexed, shaking the arm about. It wasn't a permanent solution, but it would keep all the dangling medical bits in a compact form until he could get the IV properly removed. The wet bag left an uncomfortable patch of ooze against his skin.
He pushed off the table, rolling his shoulders and turning to get a good view. A group of them - about ten total, give or take. All confused.
What kind of shitshow is this? Fuck my life.
"HEY!" It burst out of him - not a conscious word, but the sound of his fear and anger suddenly frothing up and erupting. He stepped away from his bed, turning on the spot as his eyes frantically swept the other "patients". He glared upward, searching and scouring the roof for something - an observation box, a video camera, anything through which someone might be watching. "Someone's got a lot of explaining to do, and they better do it fast!"
He had meant to keep calm, but he had spurred himself on. He paced along his bed, every step heavy and fast, but then he stopped and headed back the other way. He made a quick back-and-forth path before deciding to head to the edge of the room. Doors - there were doors there. Signs. He headed for the nearest door and made his way from there, circling around the outside of the room searching for the most likely exit. Or for whoever he hoped would come to greet them - the most likely entrance.
Virgil squashed his eyes hard shut and gave his head a shake. His brain rattled about in his skull. When he opened his eyes again, a lucid, yet dulled throb of pain pressed against his brow. Awake. In pain - but awake all the same. The circumstances gave him pause, but he was expected to function nonetheless. He expected to face curve-balls on his first year out of basic, but the nature of this was ... it was different. He expected explosions, shock and awe, being ripped out of bed without warning - all dynamic situations. But this surprise was was quiet, it was lingering, it was ominous. Turning his arm over, his eyes snapped to the needle mounted to his arm, trailing up the length to the translucent bag hanging next to his new "bed".
He'd noted presences around him. Their position, their garb, their voices - they seemed confused. Likely, they shared whatever fate had befallen him. Of course, there was always a chance that they were planted, or conspirators of some kind ... but he was surrounded by them. At the very least, he'd act as if they were all part of the mystery. He watched them from the corner of his eye, resolving to remain silent as they woke.
"Does anyone here know how to take out an IV?" Female, somewhere to the left.
There wasn't much in the way of screaming or crying. Shock? He turned his eyes to his own IV drip. Hell, that must've been it. Was he in shock too? The possibility was ... daunting. He knew his circumstances were serious, but it was all ... abrupt. It was surreal. He turned his arm, his gaze flicking between the spines seemingly fused to either side. It was ... bizarre. He could logically process the situation, but his emotional response was dull and lagged behind his thoughts. His head felt warm, fuzzy.
Action. Look, plan, take action.
Virgil looked at the IV again, then back at the spines. Back to the IV, then he looked to the bag. The IV was feeding something into him, and the functional part of his brain told him this was bad. He took inventory of his surroundings. A knife? A razor, even? Anything sharp - but no such luck. For a moment he turned his eyes back to his wrists. The thought struck him as alien, but it was a viable option. He turned himself carefully on the table, dangling his legs off the edge and climbing to his feet. His wrists felt stiff and wouldn't fully comply, but he worked around the apparent stiffness and laid his arm along the table, letting the IV line dangle on the surface. With that in place, he angled his other arm so the enigmatic spikes were facing down, and he pressed the tip of one against the IV cord. Fruitlessly, the tube squashed and slipped around the point of the spike.
The spikes were pointed, but more like the tips of a bull's horn rather than the tip of a spear. It wasn't going to function as a cutting implement.
Although ...
He brought his gaze back up to the IV bag.
Yes. That would do nicely.
Holding the pricked arm aside, he wound back his free arm and jabbed forward. The spike running under his pinky-finger caught the bag, punching through the surface. He immediately jerked his hand back, the tip catching on the entry hole and tearing it further as fluid gushed out.
Yeah. That'd do.
He unhooked the bag from its hanger and let it rest on the ground. He felt a slow breath of relief leave him as the fluid inside the tube drained downward and away, stealing the invader's color and leaving it transparent. A foot pressed against the bag squeezed out any remaining dregs of liquid.
That done, he scooped up the bag from its puddle and proceeded to wrap the tubing around his arm a few times. Scrunching up the bag, he threaded it under the loops and tied a loose knot then stuffing the empty bag under the impromptu rigging between the tube and his arm. He flexed, shaking the arm about. It wasn't a permanent solution, but it would keep all the dangling medical bits in a compact form until he could get the IV properly removed. The wet bag left an uncomfortable patch of ooze against his skin.
He pushed off the table, rolling his shoulders and turning to get a good view. A group of them - about ten total, give or take. All confused.
What kind of shitshow is this? Fuck my life.
"HEY!" It burst out of him - not a conscious word, but the sound of his fear and anger suddenly frothing up and erupting. He stepped away from his bed, turning on the spot as his eyes frantically swept the other "patients". He glared upward, searching and scouring the roof for something - an observation box, a video camera, anything through which someone might be watching. "Someone's got a lot of explaining to do, and they better do it fast!"
He had meant to keep calm, but he had spurred himself on. He paced along his bed, every step heavy and fast, but then he stopped and headed back the other way. He made a quick back-and-forth path before deciding to head to the edge of the room. Doors - there were doors there. Signs. He headed for the nearest door and made his way from there, circling around the outside of the room searching for the most likely exit. Or for whoever he hoped would come to greet them - the most likely entrance.
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King Allyn the Autistic
Akira'd gotten over himself when he heard a man yelling at... the doors? That was when he realised why he'd wanted the IV out in the first place; so he could take the lead and make sure this didn't devolve into chaos any further. At the very least he could get himself dressed... that was a nice start.
The box in front of him contained a set of his usual at home clothes, which worried him. Right now he'd rather have his police gear with him, because it'd meant he would have something to keep him safe in case this escalated. Although by now he wasn't sure if the escalator would be any of these people getting agitated, or something on the outside. Still, being covered somewhat still beat this patient gown, so a T-shirt and jeans had to make do.
Once he had dressed himself, he saw the man with the strange shin spikes fall, and for a moment he wondered if he should help... but then another request asking for someone who knew how to take out an IV caught his attention. Seeing that the man didn't sustain any serious injury other than those weird bones he chose to focus on the other one. Despite him rather not dealing with any needles at all for the rest of his life this meant that right now he was stuck between calming down the man with pins on his arms, and pulling an IV out.
The only thing worse than that would be to not do anything and be a coward.
Knowing that he at least had more experience with preventing people from getting agitated he decided to choose the man with the spiky arms. Although that didn't mean he completely ignored the girl asking for aid. "I'm sorry, I'm not a medical professional and to be honest I don't like needles... someone else can probably help you better." Having explained himself to her as he passed her slowly and went toward the spiky armed man.
"Hey... I don't think anyone is going to react. You're probably just scaring people by being loud, and everyone's already so confused. If we work together though we can probably figure out a solution to this quicker. Staying calm is our best bet... either someone comes and explains what's going on or we figure it out on our own." Seeing the man with the pincer hands, and the other oddities and additions to these people, the thought crossed his mind that those bumps on his head weren't really just swellings and bruises.
Hopefully his face wasn't terribly mangled, that wouldn't help when dealing with people...
The box in front of him contained a set of his usual at home clothes, which worried him. Right now he'd rather have his police gear with him, because it'd meant he would have something to keep him safe in case this escalated. Although by now he wasn't sure if the escalator would be any of these people getting agitated, or something on the outside. Still, being covered somewhat still beat this patient gown, so a T-shirt and jeans had to make do.
Once he had dressed himself, he saw the man with the strange shin spikes fall, and for a moment he wondered if he should help... but then another request asking for someone who knew how to take out an IV caught his attention. Seeing that the man didn't sustain any serious injury other than those weird bones he chose to focus on the other one. Despite him rather not dealing with any needles at all for the rest of his life this meant that right now he was stuck between calming down the man with pins on his arms, and pulling an IV out.
The only thing worse than that would be to not do anything and be a coward.
Knowing that he at least had more experience with preventing people from getting agitated he decided to choose the man with the spiky arms. Although that didn't mean he completely ignored the girl asking for aid. "I'm sorry, I'm not a medical professional and to be honest I don't like needles... someone else can probably help you better." Having explained himself to her as he passed her slowly and went toward the spiky armed man.
"Hey... I don't think anyone is going to react. You're probably just scaring people by being loud, and everyone's already so confused. If we work together though we can probably figure out a solution to this quicker. Staying calm is our best bet... either someone comes and explains what's going on or we figure it out on our own." Seeing the man with the pincer hands, and the other oddities and additions to these people, the thought crossed his mind that those bumps on his head weren't really just swellings and bruises.
Hopefully his face wasn't terribly mangled, that wouldn't help when dealing with people...
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billthesomething
Four Thousand Club
Joseph pushed himself off the floor after having gotten over the whole shock of finding that weird black growth at the back of his legs. Quickly up on his feet again and prioritizing finding where they might have kept his clothing. Quietly listening to the others speaking, his mind filtered it all out. Just letting most of their words travel in one ear and out the other. His mouth on the other hand was running on autopilot leading to him replying without putting much thought into his responses.
He turned his head to look at the man with hemi-spherical bumps on his head. Staring at the man but still not fully processing his words he resumed his search while he voicing his thoughts.
"I doubt we will have the privilege of the former seeing as how this place seems to be utterly fucking abandoned." he said in a dull if almost bored tone. It was his way of telling the others he was simply throwing in his two cents and not really attempting to take any part in the conversation at large.
Then he turned his head back towards the floor after noticing that all the other beds seemed to have a trunk in front of them, he looked to his bed and saw he indeed had a trunk in front of his, walking over, he kneeled down and opened the box of loot and let a happy little grin settle on his face as he discovered that the trunk indeed contained his clothes.
"Welp!" Joseph didn't waste any time to discard his gown, he stripped it off and didn't care if there were women in the room with him because he didn't see much of a point in asking. Besides it wasn't even likely to take him a half-minute in simply swapping his gown for a pair of jeans and underwear.
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He turned his head to look at the man with hemi-spherical bumps on his head. Staring at the man but still not fully processing his words he resumed his search while he voicing his thoughts.
"I doubt we will have the privilege of the former seeing as how this place seems to be utterly fucking abandoned." he said in a dull if almost bored tone. It was his way of telling the others he was simply throwing in his two cents and not really attempting to take any part in the conversation at large.
Then he turned his head back towards the floor after noticing that all the other beds seemed to have a trunk in front of them, he looked to his bed and saw he indeed had a trunk in front of his, walking over, he kneeled down and opened the box of loot and let a happy little grin settle on his face as he discovered that the trunk indeed contained his clothes.
"Welp!" Joseph didn't waste any time to discard his gown, he stripped it off and didn't care if there were women in the room with him because he didn't see much of a point in asking. Besides it wasn't even likely to take him a half-minute in simply swapping his gown for a pair of jeans and underwear.
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Fletchawk
Clever thoughts mean nothing unless acted upon.
The surrounding voices and noises made it difficult for Thomas to calm himself down, so he tried to focus on what he assumed was a heart monitor as it's rapid beeps matched the one threatening to pound its way out of his chest. Taking deep breathes every 10 or so beeps helped him gain some resemblance of control over the panic that threatened insanity. Eventually a man's loud voice broke his focus, but Thomas felt a little calmer as he opened his eyes to scan his immediate surroundings.
The first thing that grabbed his attention was his feet. 'Were they always that big? Maybe I'm just being paranoid.' Were the thoughts that ran through his head before he quickly dismissed the idea and turned his attention elsewhere. Thomas took note of the medical machines that were attached to not only him but all the people that shared the chamber with him or at least most of them. These people, while not aggressive towards him, seemed to have various and definitely non-human traits and it was frankly unnerving.
'I think I'll keep my distance from them, just in case. But what is going on and why do I...' Thomas touched the enlarged canine that had come with the rest of his new pearly whites. '...have these and where am I? Some kind of hospital?'
Deciding to focus on the equipment that he was attached to first, Thomas ripped the three patches his torso one by one, each with a sharp inhale. Now that the heart machine was flat-lining, he turned his attention to the IV in his arm. He hadn't really seen one since his childhood when his mother worked at the brothel. The brothel had been connected to an opium den so he had seen the IVs that were used to keep the "permanent clients" from dying of nutrient deficiency while they were in their stupors. The hard part was getting the IV in the arm and he wasn't sure how that was done, but Thomas did remember that taking it out was fairly simple.
He undid the tape holding it in and made sure to pull it out straight. Thomas quickly dropped the needle and place his thumb on top the growing drop of blood welling from the tiny hole in his arm. There was a dull ache from where the needle had been, but it was ignored as he was busy trying to control the whirlpool of dark emotions that the memories had dredged up.
The first thing that grabbed his attention was his feet. 'Were they always that big? Maybe I'm just being paranoid.' Were the thoughts that ran through his head before he quickly dismissed the idea and turned his attention elsewhere. Thomas took note of the medical machines that were attached to not only him but all the people that shared the chamber with him or at least most of them. These people, while not aggressive towards him, seemed to have various and definitely non-human traits and it was frankly unnerving.
'I think I'll keep my distance from them, just in case. But what is going on and why do I...' Thomas touched the enlarged canine that had come with the rest of his new pearly whites. '...have these and where am I? Some kind of hospital?'
Deciding to focus on the equipment that he was attached to first, Thomas ripped the three patches his torso one by one, each with a sharp inhale. Now that the heart machine was flat-lining, he turned his attention to the IV in his arm. He hadn't really seen one since his childhood when his mother worked at the brothel. The brothel had been connected to an opium den so he had seen the IVs that were used to keep the "permanent clients" from dying of nutrient deficiency while they were in their stupors. The hard part was getting the IV in the arm and he wasn't sure how that was done, but Thomas did remember that taking it out was fairly simple.
He undid the tape holding it in and made sure to pull it out straight. Thomas quickly dropped the needle and place his thumb on top the growing drop of blood welling from the tiny hole in his arm. There was a dull ache from where the needle had been, but it was ignored as he was busy trying to control the whirlpool of dark emotions that the memories had dredged up.
I failed her... because I was too weak... BECAUSE I AM WORTHLESS!
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Collidias Rex
Proficient with Plot Armor and Natural Weapons.
"Then let them be scared. That gives the rest of us breathing room and bargaining power for when they show up." Virgil eyed up the newcomer. Typical pacifist type? No, the man stood too upright for that. There was a redness to his eyes, but he kept his posture nonetheless. Doctor? No, he'd probably know how to take out the others' IVs properly. Lawyer? Nonetheless, he had a point. Shock and fear were already running rampant. He sighed heavily. "Fine, I'll keep it down ... for now. But I still want answers - the sooner the better."
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Noivian
Drinker of coffees
Nova couldn't help but notice, as she stiffly swung her legs over the side of the bed, that the more she moved, the easier the movements became. Nova couldn't tell if that was because of whatever happened to her skin was wearing off, or if perhaps she was just getting used to her new body. Probably the latter. What had they done to her? Where was she? Who were these people? These questions rotated in her head, and became a mantra she clung to when setting her feet on the cold floor. Her skin was still receptive of touch, meaning taking out her IV was going to be a pain on her own. Speaking of her IV, she couldn't help but notice it was thicker and wider than a normal IV tube. Nova hadn't had any dire health issues that required her to have an IV in her arm before, but she had seen on TV that they were usually no bigger than a pen, at her best guess. This one looked like it was probably the size of a nickle.
Okay, perhaps that was an over-exaggeration.
Still, it was bigger than the other patient's IV's, probably to penetrate her thicker skin better. Regardless, the IV had to come out. Looking along the tubing, she noticed that there was a sort of valve configuration on the tubing, controlling the flow of liquid into her. Reaching up with a hand, she moved the valve one way, increasing the liquid flow. A cool sensation went down her arm as the fluid moved faster into her veins. Moving it the other way closed off the tubing entirely. Good. Now she wouldn't get the IV liquid all over herself when it was taken out. Seeing as no one here seemed to know how to take out an IV, or rather, no one here responded to her question, Nova decided to but some rudimentary first-aid training to the test.
She poked gently along her arm, feeling the clear tape that held the IV in, and then further along her arm to see how far in the IV went. Unfortunately, her skin was a bit too thick to properly feel that.
Hopping off the bed, Nova moved to the foot of the bed and took her clothes out of the box and laid them out on the bed. A pair of jeans and a t-shirt, along with her unders - what Nova assumed they had picked her up in, whoever 'they' were that did this to her. While still in her hospital gown, she put on her underwear and pants, careful not to mess with the IV. Nova carefully took off the hospital gown so that it rested on her IV arm.
Carefully, gently, she started to peel the tape off her arm with stiff fingers, until the tape was only attached to the IV tube. With the cloth of the gown ready, she slid the IV tube out of her arm, keeping with the direction it naturally lay when undisturbed. Quickly, she put pressure on her arm where the IV left a rather large hole. Gritting her teeth, Nova was somewhat surprised when the pain from removing the IV didn't cause her to burst into tears. Must be because she took her time rather than impatiently ripping it off with the tape still attached to her arm. Lifting her hand off the wound, she let the IV tube fall to the floor, and quickly applied pressure to the wound again.
Gathering up as much as the gown as she could, Nova took her time tying it around her arm, sort of like an overly large bandage. Now that the IV was taken care of, Nova finished dressing with her bra and shirt. There were shoes and socks as well, and she slipped those on, not wanting to cut her feet on anything that might be on the floor. Her arm hurt, but that was the least of her concerns. Freed from the confines of the hospital bed, Nova was free to move about and examine the area as she pleased. The only problems was... where to start?
Okay, perhaps that was an over-exaggeration.
Still, it was bigger than the other patient's IV's, probably to penetrate her thicker skin better. Regardless, the IV had to come out. Looking along the tubing, she noticed that there was a sort of valve configuration on the tubing, controlling the flow of liquid into her. Reaching up with a hand, she moved the valve one way, increasing the liquid flow. A cool sensation went down her arm as the fluid moved faster into her veins. Moving it the other way closed off the tubing entirely. Good. Now she wouldn't get the IV liquid all over herself when it was taken out. Seeing as no one here seemed to know how to take out an IV, or rather, no one here responded to her question, Nova decided to but some rudimentary first-aid training to the test.
She poked gently along her arm, feeling the clear tape that held the IV in, and then further along her arm to see how far in the IV went. Unfortunately, her skin was a bit too thick to properly feel that.
Hopping off the bed, Nova moved to the foot of the bed and took her clothes out of the box and laid them out on the bed. A pair of jeans and a t-shirt, along with her unders - what Nova assumed they had picked her up in, whoever 'they' were that did this to her. While still in her hospital gown, she put on her underwear and pants, careful not to mess with the IV. Nova carefully took off the hospital gown so that it rested on her IV arm.
Carefully, gently, she started to peel the tape off her arm with stiff fingers, until the tape was only attached to the IV tube. With the cloth of the gown ready, she slid the IV tube out of her arm, keeping with the direction it naturally lay when undisturbed. Quickly, she put pressure on her arm where the IV left a rather large hole. Gritting her teeth, Nova was somewhat surprised when the pain from removing the IV didn't cause her to burst into tears. Must be because she took her time rather than impatiently ripping it off with the tape still attached to her arm. Lifting her hand off the wound, she let the IV tube fall to the floor, and quickly applied pressure to the wound again.
Gathering up as much as the gown as she could, Nova took her time tying it around her arm, sort of like an overly large bandage. Now that the IV was taken care of, Nova finished dressing with her bra and shirt. There were shoes and socks as well, and she slipped those on, not wanting to cut her feet on anything that might be on the floor. Her arm hurt, but that was the least of her concerns. Freed from the confines of the hospital bed, Nova was free to move about and examine the area as she pleased. The only problems was... where to start?
GamerCarrot
Just A Random Little Carrot.
Slowly lowering herself off the bed she once laid upon, Ash started to become more uneasy than she was sitting on top of the bed. She needed to move around, but the IV drip restricted what she could do. Gently removing the needle inserted into her arm, she managed to get it out without too much difficulty it hurt to remove her arm tensing up, she gently held the place where the needle was removed so that blood wouldn’t come gushing out.
Seeing a box at the end of her bed, she moved around and looked inside. Her clothes were inside, she sighed with relief that she didn’t have to walk around in a medical gown anymore. She could change into most of her clothes whilst still wearing her robe, only leaving her jacket to put on. Removing the medical robe, she put on her grey jacket and left the medical robe on the bed. She started to move around the room looking around the room. "We may not be able to find all the answers not in this room anyway" She said to the person shouting for answers.
Seeing a box at the end of her bed, she moved around and looked inside. Her clothes were inside, she sighed with relief that she didn’t have to walk around in a medical gown anymore. She could change into most of her clothes whilst still wearing her robe, only leaving her jacket to put on. Removing the medical robe, she put on her grey jacket and left the medical robe on the bed. She started to move around the room looking around the room. "We may not be able to find all the answers not in this room anyway" She said to the person shouting for answers.
Tardy Grade
The Page Turner
--The Changing room
Day 0
The occupants have begun to think and speak to each other. Almost an hour after they'd begun to do so a portion of floor at the center of the room made a hissing noise. Then a pop before the heavy slab of metal sunk downwards and a long silence followed before a sudden splash.
The occupants have begun to think and speak to each other. Almost an hour after they'd begun to do so a portion of floor at the center of the room made a hissing noise. Then a pop before the heavy slab of metal sunk downwards and a long silence followed before a sudden splash.
The lights of the room start to flicker and it is evident that the power in the room is starting to fail.
Gestation
Time is no ally of man.
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Ash
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Abel Prince
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Health: Abel is healthy overall with a mild knee injury that acts up sometimes.
Phobias:Ceraunophobia- fear of thunder, Ankylophobia- fear of immovable joints -
Chess Pierce
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Health: Pain from a Scar on his neck and on his hip afflict him with waves of pain, but other than that he's the epitome of health
Phobias: Cynophobia (Fear of Dogs) -
Elizabeth Langley
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Health: Excellent. She takes very good care of her body due to her profession. She does have a family history of anemia and haemophilia.
Phobia: Mild fear of intimacy (not necessarily the sexual kind, but that too) and legitimate Atychiphobia, or fear of failure -
Joseph Stiles
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Health: "The Scar on my forehead tends to act up a bit, also I have webbed fingers, their only joined part way, though"
Phobia: Autophobia, the fear of being abandoned. -
Neil Leonard
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Health: Back pain, Gastrocnemius (calf muscle) strain several years ago on his left leg, movement taxing. Phobias: Scotomaphobia (Fear of going blind) [Strong],
Merinthophobia (Fear of being bound/not being able to move) [Mild]. -
Akira Bisset
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Health: Generally good, although he does have a weak ankle from having broken it once while training to become a police officer
Phobia: Trypanophobia (Fear of needles) -
Nova Willems
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Health: Nova is fairly healthy and has no known physical injuries or ailments.
Phobia: Trypophobia - Fear of holes, generally in asymmetrical clusters of small holes or pockmarks
Atychiphobia - Fear of failure -
Virgil Lesley
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Health: Good level of fitness, family history of short-sightedness, shows a slight tendency toward confrontation and some difficulties in cooperation with strangers.
Phobias:
- Has a distinct fear of his name being "around".
- Underlying fear of his vision deteriorating. Myopia runs in his family, it seems - he's worried that he might be experiencing adult-onset myopia.
- Hates being in a crowd. One part the insecurity of being surrounded, the other part fearful of mob mentality. -
Yoruchi Ichima
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Health: Stable, defective eyesight, reliant on glasses. Errors in identification.
Phobia: Heights -
Ella
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Health: - ,Phobias: -
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Thomas Shen
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Health:Has Deuteranomaly color blindness, physically stable,mentally unsound.
Phobia: Fears that he'll never be successful in life.
Fears facing his teacher.
Fears how easy it is to ignore his own moral code.
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Hel
Daughter of Loki
Elizabeth Langley
The others had gotten up and started moving around, too, it seemed. Elizabeth heard some of them conversing, one had responded to the situation with anger, and another had gone to calm him. Or try to, anyway. A few other voices chimed in here and there, commenting from wherever they happened to be in the room. She listened to the others and stayed quiet and listened as she pulled on her shirt, then took off the hospital gown. She'd had years of experience discreetly changing on busses into dance uniforms and the like, so maintaining her decency was hardly a challenge.
Damn... I never realized how sore IVs made your arm. Elizabeth thought to herself as she looked back down at where she'd pulled the needle from. The dressing she'd used to staunch the bleeding seemed to be soaking through faster than she'd anticipated. Had she done something wrong? Did she open her artery or something? No... that would surely be worse. She wasn't sure how much bleeding an IV usually caused, honestly.
She stayed quiet where she was, listening to the others talk and converse before she wanted to make her presence known to the others. She wasn't suspicious of them. She didn't think any of them knew what was going on either. But she also didn't trust them. Having no clue who any of them were, nor where they came from, she didn't trust any of them to not be dangerous. She had no reason to be here, so she figured that the others were also randomly chosen. Or, perhaps, they had been specifically selected... but what for?
She was about to stand again, and stop hiding by the bed she'd woken up from when she heard a hiss. Are they poisoning us? Is this a gas chamber? I cant stay here, I cant do this.' She thought, the panic returning as she stood, and headed towards the closest door. She didn't pay attention to where she was headed, she just knew she didn't like the hissing sound. She was alone, and afraid. Her mental calming techniques did very little to soothe her panic now, and she darted towards the door as she tried to head through.
Collidias Rex
Proficient with Plot Armor and Natural Weapons.
Virgil resigned to keeping himself calm, and he returned to the table where he had awoken. Pacing about wouldn't help him - that just got him worked up more and more. His thoughts would race, his mind would wander toward problematic thoughts and he'd just make everything much more difficult.
He took a knee at the foot of the bed. The box at the end - he'd missed it when he got up. Unsurprising, given that his mind was all over the place. Not that it had improved much. He fished out the contents and draped them on the bed before him. Dark trousers, a white shirt and a pair of boots and socks. Curiously, he felt out the inside of the boot before squashing his bare foot into it.
Perfect fit. They know my measurements.
Of all things, that sent a shudder down his spine. He imagined masked men standing over an operating table, tape measures in hand.
He hurriedly dressed himself, though looked each piece of clothing over before he did so. They might have bugged his clothing, or laced it with ,.. things. Bad things. But the hospital gown was awful and light, and he felt exposed wearing it. That was enough to push him to dress in his new outfit. Nonetheless, he made a point of keeping the gown, and he shrugged the loose-fitting garment over his new clothing. Of the haphazard group present, it was the closest thing they all had to a uniform, and that was symbolic. That marked them as the in-group. Shit would go down - and he needed people to see him as one of them.
Alright. Dressed, my shit's together ... what now?
He briefly eyed up the other "subjects", as they seemed to be. He needed to talk to them - that was a sure thing. But all the same, he found his eyes drawn to a nearby door. He hadn't even made an effort to leave through them. Hell, for all he knew the doors led outside and were left unlocked. It was unlikely ... but it was possible. Sitting on the table, he found himself leaning forward. His eyes remained on the door to twelve o'clock, and of what little he could see of the sign. Given the other doors, it was likely symbolic in some way ... but what if it wasn't? What if it was literal? He thought back to the IV tube, trying to stab through it with the ... arm spikes. Yeah ... if the door's sign was perhaps literal, then the other side might contain something he could use. And if not ... well, there was only one way to find out.
"Wait here." He commented to nobody in particular, standing up. "... if you like." He added as an afterthought. If someone was going to follow him, he wouldn't object. Double-checking the IV was still wrapped properly around his arm, he made a beeline for the door at the twelve position.
What the hell am I walking into? He felt his face curl into a grimace as he approached.
Feet - rushing, a pitter-patter. He paused with an arm outstretched, watching over his shoulder as one of his little group took off. Rushing, frantic, panicking.
Goddamit. He bit his lip. More panic.
He turned back to the door. His fingers hovered a foot from the surface.
The Lawyer would handle the girl. Probably - he seemed proactive on the whole "keeping calm" front.
With a long sigh, a shake of his head and a muttered curse, Virgil stepped toward the door and took the handle.
He took a knee at the foot of the bed. The box at the end - he'd missed it when he got up. Unsurprising, given that his mind was all over the place. Not that it had improved much. He fished out the contents and draped them on the bed before him. Dark trousers, a white shirt and a pair of boots and socks. Curiously, he felt out the inside of the boot before squashing his bare foot into it.
Perfect fit. They know my measurements.
Of all things, that sent a shudder down his spine. He imagined masked men standing over an operating table, tape measures in hand.
He hurriedly dressed himself, though looked each piece of clothing over before he did so. They might have bugged his clothing, or laced it with ,.. things. Bad things. But the hospital gown was awful and light, and he felt exposed wearing it. That was enough to push him to dress in his new outfit. Nonetheless, he made a point of keeping the gown, and he shrugged the loose-fitting garment over his new clothing. Of the haphazard group present, it was the closest thing they all had to a uniform, and that was symbolic. That marked them as the in-group. Shit would go down - and he needed people to see him as one of them.
Alright. Dressed, my shit's together ... what now?
He briefly eyed up the other "subjects", as they seemed to be. He needed to talk to them - that was a sure thing. But all the same, he found his eyes drawn to a nearby door. He hadn't even made an effort to leave through them. Hell, for all he knew the doors led outside and were left unlocked. It was unlikely ... but it was possible. Sitting on the table, he found himself leaning forward. His eyes remained on the door to twelve o'clock, and of what little he could see of the sign. Given the other doors, it was likely symbolic in some way ... but what if it wasn't? What if it was literal? He thought back to the IV tube, trying to stab through it with the ... arm spikes. Yeah ... if the door's sign was perhaps literal, then the other side might contain something he could use. And if not ... well, there was only one way to find out.
"Wait here." He commented to nobody in particular, standing up. "... if you like." He added as an afterthought. If someone was going to follow him, he wouldn't object. Double-checking the IV was still wrapped properly around his arm, he made a beeline for the door at the twelve position.
What the hell am I walking into? He felt his face curl into a grimace as he approached.
Feet - rushing, a pitter-patter. He paused with an arm outstretched, watching over his shoulder as one of his little group took off. Rushing, frantic, panicking.
Goddamit. He bit his lip. More panic.
He turned back to the door. His fingers hovered a foot from the surface.
The Lawyer would handle the girl. Probably - he seemed proactive on the whole "keeping calm" front.
With a long sigh, a shake of his head and a muttered curse, Virgil stepped toward the door and took the handle.
