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 Posted: Fri Jul 03, 2015 3:12 am
 Mikey KaleMikey wasn't sure how to respond to Valerie, ad when the scrubs came to deal with her all he did was focus his gaze on his shoes. He jolted i his skin when someone started screaming out in a foreign language. He knew it was French ad he knew it was Simone. He hated that his mistake cost them all this... Itec was unforgiving. "We've been caught by Itec... They already took Jakob and one of the others in for testing." He murmured fearing what might be happening to them. He looked up at Simone, his heart skipping a beat as usual. He'd had a crush on her since the first day she joined the cause. He was often a mess when she was around, but now things were too serious to let something like hormones get one over on him.
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Posted: Fri Jul 03, 2015 3:21 am
Dr. Mason Murrerie"Mmmm," Was the doctor's disinterested response to Conrad's candid words. He turned off the electricity and then waved to the assistants. They stepped into gear and began to remove everything from the IVs to the electrodes stickied to his skull. Dr. Murrerie then instructed the assistants to wheel Conrad out of the room and follow him to the 'field.' The Field was a open space of a room about a quarter the size of a football field. It was nearly a pit with the observation windows teen feet from the ground. He had them wheel Conrad out on to the field and wait to unstrap him. From their he activated a large flat screen TV on one of the walls of the Field. From their he displayed images to Conrad. These images were of physical skill bouncing between dancing, fighting, assembling a gun, and eve sharpening knives, and much more. They flashed by quickly, and every time Conrad even though of looking away he was tasered by the assistants. The doctor observed the highlights in the activated parts of his brain that the images stimulated. Next, he had Conrad perform some of the tasks. If he didn't cooperate, Dr. Murrerie would then certainly enjoy a bit of torture induced motivation on his part. He did this at least 3 times a week, and so far the brain scans have been consistent. Dr. Murrerie was beginning to pinpoint exactly which parts were necessary for these abilities that Conrad now had, and after a bit more brain surgery, he may just be able to extract these parts and study them. The Doctor had this all planned for next week. It was becoming a very delightful time for him.
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Posted: Fri Jul 03, 2015 6:06 am
SokoBlairse13thsin -Conrad Sibral-
Conrad took a few deep breaths after the electricity was halted, slowly regaining his senses as they wheeled him into the 'feild a large room with windows up about ten feet for observation, every time he was here Dr. Murrerie would make him watch clips of various tasks from martial arts, to cooking, to weapons care, and usage. and Conrad took this as an opportunity, to learn what could possibly be what help him escape, so he had decided that cooperation was the best course of action for these sessions, watching intently his brain went to work it always did........ when they would unstrap him Conrad would be asked to duplicate each task he had been shown so he would and so hew would with a precision that was almost flawless, he didn't know why but he had guessed it was why they abducted him, he was always a fats learner but about two years in to his captivity he noticed the odd changes in himself, and so did the white coats
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Posted: Fri Jul 03, 2015 7:16 am
ANNOUNCEMENT
Hey guys, I was thinking about Timeskipping to a couple days later soon.
Let me know what you think about this in the OOC (link below).
Some new profiles have bee submitted recetly so also, check those out in case they stimulate much needed ideas that will move us along
Also, I think us captives need to plot ways to escape, so present your ideas for that in the OOC as well very soon!
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Posted: Fri Jul 03, 2015 11:02 am
❝Tu ris si mal, tu ris de vide
Des tâches de vin sur ta chemise
Qui a deux boutons éclatés
Sur ton corps qui me repoussait
Tu fais l’amour en deux poussées
L'amant, le manque et la tournée
Et pendant que tu t’articules
Moi je soupire et toi, tu meurs❞ ▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄
Simone LeMieux
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Simone looked over as Mikey answered her. He had been one of the nicest to her in the group since she joined up with them. Probably the most helpful, too. Of course, she had no idea that he had a crush on her. She slunk back into a seated position on the floor of the cell at his words, a wave of panic crossing her features. She quickly recomposed herself, however, and nodded. Worry came next, for what could be happening to the other two right now, and what would surely come to the rest of them. "How long, do you think, before they come for the rest of us?" She asked, mostly just to voice her worry, her accent tinting her words. She wasn't sure anyone would be able to tell her that, but she didn't know how long she had been asleep, either. ❝Mais dis-moi adieu demain
Mais dis-moi adieu en chemin
Va voir les autres, je n’en pense rien
Je t’ai aimé et je t’assure que c’est la fin...❞
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Posted: Fri Jul 03, 2015 11:22 am
Victoria saw the scientists walking over to her she begin to struggle as they got closer and closer. She couldn't move cause the restraints were tight and they only got tighter when she struggled. She watched as they stuck IV's in to her arm and all she could think about were the other strange people who seemed to be here longer then her. One of the scientists spoke to her seemed he was trying to be cheerful about this but she ignored him and watched the different colored liquids run through the Iv's. She looked back to the one scientists Thomas "What are you people doing to us?" she said.
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Posted: Fri Jul 03, 2015 11:34 am
Alida sat in her cell, she was always visited by the scientists. They kept injecting her with some kind of liquid to keep her from using her powers on anyone around her. She saw newcomers in a few of the old cells that were empty from the test subjects that didn't make it. Alida stood up her legs were a little wobbly from whatever they gave her last night, trying to open her eyes all the way when she woke up. "So it seems we have some new people here, let's hope they make it, the last few weren't so fortunate" she said grinning at the newcomers. "Like Allison says they poke at your brain, just hope you people can handle it" she said before sitting down with her back against the cell. Alida closed her eyes and sat there waiting for them to come in and inject her with more of the liquid since it was wearing off.
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Posted: Fri Jul 03, 2015 12:49 pm
 Mark GramMark watched as Izaiah paced around in his little glass cage. He seemed so nervous. The sooner he accepted this the easier it would be on him. Mark hoped the new subjects wouldn't cause to much of a fuss. Mark like the other subjects were never treated very well, and he sure didn't need like when the muscle were rough because of their bad mood. Izaiah then tried to speak to Mark, and he couldn't help sigh. "Did you not he me the first time? I'm deaf. Unless you know sign language you might as well be talking to wall for the moment." Mark started to look around the lab, seeing a girl get thrown back in her cage, and another newbie start to wake up. Mark turned his attention away from the new subjects and said to himself "I've been in this hellhole for years, and yet still whoever is in charge hasn't gotten what they want. They must either love their job or suck at it." It didn't matter why they did these horrid things to him though. All these new subjects. This batch would probably only last a couple more months, two years at the most till they all disappear. It seemed like a miracle he was still alive himself, maybe it was all planed. Whatever they were planning here had to have a flaw sometime. A flaw that would allow Mark to get revenge. He looked over the new test subjects again. They were all so pathetically frantic about this situation. Maybe they'd all wise up after a few weeks of getting pushed around by the muscle.
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Posted: Fri Jul 03, 2015 1:02 pm
☆═━┈┈ αℓℓιsσи тαмяч ━═☆ Allison had quieted down again after one of the new girl's had yelled at her. She focused on her doll, braiding and re-braiding it's hair over and over and over like a broken tape. Her head snapped up again at the mention of her name from Alida, though. Allison giggled a bit, and nodded. "Digging, and digging and digging..." She mumbled, in a sort of sing-song voice. "Don't worry. They won't disappear yet." She added, noting that the others seemed concerned about their friends being taken away. Allison was used to seeing people get taken away, and didn't think anything of it herself. She knew the routine. However, she realized that these new people probably didn't know. Allison wasn't a very good comfort, but she tried, sometimes. Although for the most part her words only really sounded right to her, and a few of the others who had been here long enough to decipher what she was saying. ❝Nature's first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold. Her early leaf's a flower,
but only so an hour. Then leaf subsides to leaf,
So Eden sank to grief. So dawn
goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.❞
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Posted: Mon Jul 06, 2015 11:16 am
 Harold Tec Harold looked over Victoria's file while he waited for her preliminary test to start. She had been known to experiment with drugs, and this could lead to several brain anomalies depending how severely they affected her. Hopefully their affects would be minor considering she only used them for a short while. Once Thomas left to work subject 13 Harold switched to the camera view of lab B. He watched as Thomas prepared the subject for the test, and the subject laid there confused as usual. He took a moment to look up at Jakob's results thus far. They seemed promising for the moment. Dr. Crawley seemed to think so also. Harold smiled a bit at the good news. Good luck was something this project sadly lacked. "Hopefully the others will promise good results as well. We got a nice large batch of subjects this haul, one of their minds just has to yield promising information for this project." Harold had said many optimistic things during his time working on this project, but not many of those hopes had come to fruition. Maybe if he was lucky something would come of this. Perhaps Dr. Crawley could make some progress with these new subjects.
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Posted: Mon Jul 06, 2015 5:28 pm
 Valerie Waking up, there wasn't much pain left, it seemed like it had all worn off when she was unconscious or the shots the scrubs gave her actually worked. Her head was still slightly in pain but it was't unbearable. More than anything, she was exhausted. Sitting up and crawling to one of the corners she pulled her knees up to her face and layed her head down. Valerie was so used to sleeping like a princess that if she wasn't so exhausted, she would have put some sort of fit about the subject. However, she never liked people to see her sleeping so for safety reasons, she faced her head down and slept a while more.
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