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fillerfillerfillfillerfillerfillerlerfilelifr 9:00 AM fillerfillerfillerfillerfillerfillerfillerfilr... nadia harris ...
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pissed off
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living area
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Bastards. That's the first thought on Nadia's mind as she awakes to a pounding in her head. They had drugged her, yet again. But what is the point? Long ago, the assholes had stopped attempting to take her to be examined, as she had stolen enough from the doctor's area to build several bombs. So, why would they knock her out? If they are trying something new, that's rather interesting. Either they were beginning to get desperate for more soldiers, more like her, or they were genuinely curious about something. Opening her eyes, it was obvious that the first option was true.
Long ago, Nadia had figured that they would attempt to breed her, like the animal they made her into. Since then, it's just been a waiting game. So, she isn't surprised to be in a room with others with.... unique modifications, similar to her own. However, one turn of the neck lets her know that the collar-like device that prevents her from causing hallucinations is still intact. So, they want to keep these creatures safe for the moment. Interesting.
Her analysis of the room concludes with looking over a giant mirror in the room, similar to one she would read about in a detective novel. Even though they have cameras, they still choose to put in a one way mirror. They will consistently be watching, but she's sure, at some point, there will be a point where they can't see her. They are not smart enough to cover all their blindspots.
Noting this, Nadia decides, what the hell, may as well act up a storm. So, she stands and strides over to the glass like a hound circling their prey. This is her time to shine, she thinks as a large smile makes it's way onto her face. It's a look she had perfected long ago, as an attempt to scare off any new recruits to the scientist's sick cause.
"Come now dears. You certainly didn't think that cutting off one of my powers would prevent me from causing harm to your little habitat, did you? I will kill each and every one of you, tearing into your flesh and make the others watch. Find my father dearest and inform him of this, will you? He will be last. He will watch his little girl be the monster he transformed her into, killing his whole perfect family and then I will feed them to him." She speaks intensely, almost as if picturing the wonderous moment she gets her hand on the man.
This is perfect. Her revenge will be easily executed with the help of the others trapped with her.
code by ditto (head empty go bonk)
9:00 AM
Lydia Thomas
Human
chef
how are you feeling?
...fuck my life.
where are you oppa?!?
In an observation room, behind the one way mirror
could you give me a shoutout!!!
Nope
what are you wearing? teehee :3
Here.
Well that was fucking terrifying. Why did she take this job again? Oh, right. She's flat broke. These are the thoughts running through Lydia's head as she stares into the eyes of the broken down brunette. What had they done to her to make her like this? Sure, she has a small idea of all the shit that goes down in this facility, but this is insane. For that reason, her hands begin to shake, as she watches the others begin to awake.
Sure, the scientists and guards had assured her that something was put in place to ensure that she won't be hurt, but no one would tell her what it was. When she asked how she was supposed to be defended from experiments like the one staring into the glass, or even worse, the basilisk, they had simply laughed in her face. And there is nothing she can do about it. She and a scientist, one she had forgotten the name of, were the only two currently authorized to go into the experiment's "habitat".
How is that supposed to make her feel any better? Not even the guards felt safe going in there, but somehow she, a chef was supposed to. She received no training, save for a list of the experiment's names and their diets. The only medical evaluation she had received resulted in her getting drugged and waking up with a lump in her right forearm. Is that, whatever it is, the thing that is meant to keep her safe? Or has she become one of the experiments, tricked into believing that she was safe.
One of the guards behind her lays a hand on her shoulder, causing the young woman to jump in fright. "Just stay away from the quiet ones and the angry ones and you'll be alright Thomas." She nods, mostly out of fear rather than reassurance as she takes a look over the people trapped inside.
One in particular seems to draw her in, the one she fears the most. Dorian. Word has it that he chose to do this, to become that....thing. How monstrous would a person have to be to agree to be transformed into one? However, that fear isn't what draws her to him. She can't quite explain it, but something in her just wants to reach out and hold him. This idea just causes more fear, so her eyes quickly flick away from the man.
Soon, she would have to go in. Soon, she'd realize just how fucked up this new world is going to be. This is going to be the worst day of her life.
coded by weldherwings.
A blaring alarm is what raises Xiomara out of her medically induced slumber as she lets out a groan. She had been dreaming about being home, with her family, and Harry Styles of course. She quickly snaps out of this stupor as she glances around the room, which isn't the sterile white cell she has been trapped in for the last three years. Where the hell is she? This, living room as it seems, appears to be significantly more comfortable than her cot back in her room. However, she quickly takes note of the large amount of people in the room, all of whom are clad in the same gray uniform as herself. However, some of them look quite different then her, with tails, wings, and other abnormalities. One in particular draws her eye, a very tall man with what seems to be horns adjourning his head. How strange and even stranger that she can't place exactly why she feels such a connection to this man. It takes the girl only a moment to realize that all these people must be experiments as well. She had naively hoped that she was the only one they were doing this to. Being the only one subjected to this torture wouldn't make it any easier, but it would certainly grant her peace of mind. However, based on the monstrous qualities of those around her, her hope had been misplaced.
One woman, with a frightening smile seemed to know exactly what was happened. Well, that's fucked up. She decides against speaking to the girl, as she seems to be in a passionate conversation with herself. Or rather, whoever is watching over them. The woman seems rather dangerous and Xio would rather know exactly what is going on before she puts herself willingly into danger, though that is one of her favorite pastimes.
As she stands, the angel-like creature takes note of the dining area and the cameras that are mounted on the walls. What is so interesting to look at? All of these victims, in their outfits they were day in and day out. Is it the defeated look behind their eyes? Or perhaps their pale, sunken cheeks? Of course, it is actually the sins that have been implanted in these people that the scientists are so interested in. The horrors that have been committed on these victims, as that's truly what these experiments are, would probably excite some. In Xiomara's opinion, those people deserve to be punched in the face. Whoever is operating these cameras, that are intruding on her life and the lives of those who were around her.
"Where the fuck am I?" She speaks up, asking the man behind the camera. The faceless observers if you will. The men who use the scientists as their puppets, but never come to the facility themselves. She knows why they are there. She's not stupid. There is a war going on and she is meant to be a weapon. She never will be. That's the one thing that is certain in this world. Her question is finally answered as a man speaks up, but it isn't the question she asked. In fact, it is a question that she now wishes she was never given the answer to. What happened to her family?
Today, she will finally get her answers.
nine lives
Over time, Mateo has gotten better and better at recognizing people's voices. However, this was one that he doesn't want to hear. He's always assumed that Xo was kidnapped or killed in the experiments, but he had always held out hope. Maybe she had just run away. Maybe they had only turned him into a monster. The boy's thoughts begin to spiral the second he heard the young woman's voice. Then, it just got worse. From what he can see, through the cage over his eyes, his sister's shadow is much smaller than it was. No, than it should be. He suspects that he is the same way. Dark circles under the eyes, sunken cheeks, and visible ribs are probably common in these experiments, as they have all lost sleep. It has become impossible to avoid nightmares when you are the monster. The second he awakes, it's all real. He can never look at anyone he loves, or he will kill them. The nightmares are better than his life.
"Xiomara?" The one word has the young woman running to wrap the teen in her arms. Something, maybe feathers, also wrap around Mateo, securing him in her embrace. The two whisper i love yous and apologies, but quiet enough that no one else listening will be able to hear. This bittersweet moment is just for the two of them. The two couldn't be happier at the idea of just not being alone anymore, but at the same time, that means that they both are subjected to torture for eternity. Maybe they will escape. But the boy will never be able to lay his eyes on anyone. They took something he craved, sight, and they transformed it into a fate worse then death. However, neither experiment will cry. That will be a moment solely for themselves. They could cry and wallow when it was over. Now, they have shit to do.
The two turn to the rest of the group, who have begun to wake up as well, seeing as the alarm is still blaring. His sister's good wing--holy fuck she has wings stays wrapped around Mateo though, almost as if she were shielding him from the unwavering eyes of the scientists.
Today they finally reunite. But with that, comes more stress than ever before.
nine lives
Cole Maddoxi'm only human, i've got a skeleton in me
but i'm not the villain, despite what you're always preaching
It's early 2005. Cole is going on his first date with a guy, so he's nervous out of his mind. Hell, he is almost twenty seven and he just now has begun to accept himself. Jeez. In just a week he will be going on a yacht for his birthday and it is going to be epic! Hopefully this guy, who's name was forgotten long ago will end up being his date, if everything goes well.
Breathe. Just breathe Cole! His eyes begin to sting from the salty water as screams escape his mouth, his hands trying to grasp at absolutely anything. Anything that could possibly help, but he just continually falls through the blackness. His eyes begin to cloud over until the last of his breath escapes him, as his body begins to float up, towards the top of the water. He would only be found days later, as no one he was with bothered to notice the birthday boy wasn't there.
Awaking with a start, Cole grasps at his chest, as if that will heal his aching lungs. He's okay. He's safe. That was years ago. Sure, he is dead, but he's fine. Well, and he is also kidnapped, but what can you do about that?
Flesh touching his shirt, it's easy enough for him to notice that he is in his human form. Gross. The feeling of skin on his bone feels wrong, almost as if he were wearing a mask over his entire body. He remembers goes to sleep in his bone form, so that's strange. He also doesn't recall falling asleep in a comfortable living room, or with a bunch of people around. Something is wrong here.
Looking around, it's obvious that everyone here is like him. Or at least, the majority of them. How sick are these people that they do this shit to this many people? Sure, Cole has heard screams before, but he hadn't thought there had been that many people. Shit. Well, this is going to be rather interesting.
His eyes move over the room, noting one man in particular who draws his eye, who just so happens to have a few tails. He feels the need to shield this man from the world, from the scientists' experiments. This both intrigues him and makes him feel sick. What the fuck is happening here?
The middle aged man trapped in a young man's body rolls to his feet, pushing himself into one of the walls, in an attempt to make sure no one can come up behind him. He must be on the defense today, or there is no way he will survive.