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 Posted: Sun Nov 30, 2008 6:02 pm
Demi reached for her own pair of bright yellow rubber gloves and tossed another pair to Sigma. "There you go. This way your fingers don't get all wrinkly." She and Dion had joked about that all the time and fought to finally get some gloves. This made the work go more smoothly. She laughed as she tossed another dirty bowl in the sink and water splashed all around. "See? Messy!" Just then, Rosen's voice sounded throughout the room and Demi's laughter ceased as a blush crept on to her cheeks. Playing around in Rosen's presence? That was embarassing. Rosen was fixing herself some breakfast, and Demi mentally slapped herself for not offering to help. Rosen spoke softly again, causing Demi to catch her small smile. "Oh, you know me! I just love to get work done early! Leaves time for more play!!!" Rosen was even thoughtful enough to ask about Dion, although it was strange to anyone when Dion and Demi were separated. "Oh, he's being lazy and skipping out on chores. Claims he needs 'target practice' with that shooting aim of his." Demi put on a sly smirk, looking from Rosen and Sigma. "Actually, if you ask me, his aims been a liiiiittle off lately..."
Dion's hands shook as he felt Mutt place the cool, heavy, metal object into his hands. He gulped loudly, feeling a large lump in his throat. He tried to concentrate on Mutt's words, but all he heard was his racing heart. He did catch, however, something about never shooting when blindfolded. This made him feel worse. Blindfolded?? He couldn't even do it with two eyes wide open. He tightened his grip on the gun, holding it out in front of him. Still, his arms shook as if he were covered in ice. If he was watching from another's perspective, he probably would've laughed. And, as he held the gun up higher, flashes of his father's death came at him like a bad movie. They played over and over. He could see himself as a young boy again, holding a gun in front of him, having the chance to shoot the XForce soldier and save his father. He failed to pull the trigger then. He caused his father's death. He let out a painful breath and handed the gun back to Mutt. "Maybe today isn't the best day for me." Once again, he failed to even fire the gun. He weakly waved to both of them as he made his way out, feeling like a failure...
Demi shook her head as she laughed. "Well, Sigma and I better gget a head start on these dishes." Before returning her attention to the sink, she blushed and bit her lip down, speaking to Rosen once again. "And...um...if you need us to mop the floor for you or anything, I'm sure Sigma here wouldn't mind helping me." As much as Demi hated mopping floors, she would always do it for Rosen. After everything the godly woman does for the rest of them? It was the least she could do. What was a better way of getting your role model's attention anyways? Letting Rosen finish her breakfast in peace, she turned her attention to Sigma. She smiled and pulled him over to the sink. "Here, lemme help." She grabbed his hands and helped him fish a bowl out from the soapy mass. Smirking mischieviously, she grabbed some soap suds and hopped up to place them on Sigma's head. She laughed, bringing her gloved hands to her stomach. "Oh my gosh, Sig! You should see yourself!!" She gave him a look over and blushed. "Well, at least you look a lot better with bubbles on your head than Di does..."
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Posted: Sun Nov 30, 2008 9:23 pm
Sigma looked up at her, her hand offered out to lead him. He wasn't sure what to do completely, but it was clear that Demi did. She grabbed his hand and said, "Don't be shy, come one!" He was being pulled slightly over to the counter, where they picked up their load of dishes. He headed Demi's warning about Chef's territory, and noticed her, "Shut-up" sign.
Huh, you mean I should be quiet? Well... that might be a little difficult for me. he said sarcastically in his mind, joking with himself. As they got to the sink, they added the bowls to the already-there dishes.
"Here we are! My work station!" Demi said, tossing the bowls in the soapy water, doing the same to his. She threw more soap in, and ran the water. "You might wanna put some gloves on. This could get really messy. Sigma was handed a pair of bright yellow gloves, wondering what Demi meant by, "messy."
It's dishes... how the hell does she clean them? he wondered, deciding whether or not to take a step back. His attention was snapped back to the sink as a bowl fell in, causing a splash sound and water to fly out.
"See? Messy!" He heard Demi say cheerfully.
Oh, okay. I was thinking more along the lines of, I shouldn't have taken a shower this morning, seeing as I was going to have take another. Thank God I was wrong." Rosen Spoke out of nowhere, and Demi stopped laughing immediately, and instead went dead silent. Blush slowly reddening her. When Rosen spoke again, Demi replied with, “Oh, you know me! I just love to get work done early! Leaves time for more play!!!” Their conversation went on for a while, while Sigma was standing casually, his arms folded, him leaning back against the sink,m legs crossed. He was only half-listening to the two. Demi told Rosen that Sigma and she needed to get back to doing the dishes, but before turning around, she offered to help Rosen out with any more chores that might need to be done, and Sigma picked up from her subtle line that she may want to spend more time with him.
Well, I hope I interpreted that right. Out of nowhere, Sigma felt his hands being grabbed by Demi, her saying “Here, lemme help.” She grabbed a bowl with his hands, guiding them. He became a rag doll, totally unfamiliar with what to do. He just let Demi use him as she needed and stood there, blushing slightly. What happened next was unexpected, and caught Sigma off guard. Demi grabbed some bubbles, and put them on his head. She laughed and said, “Oh my gosh, Sig! You should see yourself! Well, at least you look a lot better with bubbles on your head than Di does...”.Sigma went completely stiff. He didn't move at all when the bubbles had been placed on his hair. After about 4 seconds of statue-like posture, he scraped the bubbles off his head, and put that hand into the sink to let them float back on the water. He slowly looked over at Demi, with a playful, friendly version of the "What the hell?" look. Cracking his knuckles, he reached into the water and grabbed a huge mass of bubbles. Needless to say, they were launched full speed at Demi. Her top front was covered with bubbles, and she had some more here and there on her. He turned back towards the sink, smiling slightly for a very short time period, and lightly pushed Demi on the shoulder. He didn't even want to think of the wrath he had incurred and was now certainly doomed to. He tried to focus every fiber of his being on sensing Demi's next move, while playing it off like he was washing dishes. He was actually cleaning them, just, not as quickly as he could be.
Dear God, I've just signed my own death warrant. Please have Demi's torment be merciful, amen. He joked to himself. Sometimes, I wish I could trust the people on the ship enough to talk to them, but...not after what happened. I don't think I could live that again. He finished his thought and realized he was staring into space, completely motionless, again, but he shook himself out of it, and went back to his dishes.
((HA! I just noticed, this RP was posted on the Marine Corps. birthday. Irony is fun!))
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Posted: Sun Nov 30, 2008 10:07 pm
Allison froze as she heard someone enter the room, "Dion.." She let go of Mutt, knowing that he probably wouldn't allow them to get close again. "Oh..uh...sorry, sorry, I didn't..." Dion stammered, then covered his eyes, "Do...do you want me to come back?...I'll be right outside." Allison sighed quietly, withdrawing her emotions and hid them inside once again. She felt Mutt squeeze her shoulder, stand up and walk over to the door. She stood again, not looking towards the door and she took her other gun out of the holster, holding it carefully in her hand. She heard Mutt outside with Dion talking, "You missed all the fun Dion, but shooting practice is still on today as well." She smiled, rolled her eyes, and muttered, "Yeah... getting shot in the crotch would have been really fun, huh?"
She turned to see Mutt dragging Dion into the training room, "I'm glad to see you're excited, but don't pass out on me." Dion stood, holding the gun at his side and his face seemed a waxy white. Mutt cradled his chin, "Okay first rule. Never wear a blindfold when you're shooting, it's just plain stupid." Allison laughed and looked away from them, plowing a bullet into one of the dummys. She then walked over to Dion and Mutt, watching and waiting. Dion held the gun out in front of him, arms shaking, not pulling the trigger. He handed the gun back to Mutt, "Maybe today isn't the best day for me.." He weakly waved to them and made his way towards the door.
Allison shot Mutt a confused look and muttered something about her being back in a minute. She quickly exited the room and looked to her right to find Dion down the hall, slumped against the wall. "Hey.. Di. We need to talk alright..?" She grabbed his arm carefully and helped him off of the floor, "Come back to the Training Room. I'll help you."
((Not much.. but Christany you can post and it'll give us more to go off of.))
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Posted: Mon Dec 01, 2008 9:15 am
 The twisted thoughts
Of a subdued mind ((Here it is. My long await post enjoy))
Lyn bit down on her bottom lip, trying to hold back the string of curses she so longed to say. She had been violated on a number of levels, and yet their antics seemed to have only just begun. A girl emerged from the shadows, her hair shining blood red in the light, a color Lynn had never seen before. Her gaze was fierce and trained on her like a predator on prey, making chills spread down her spine. Yet there was a slight familiarity she couldn’t quite place. A million thoughts seemed to flow into her, mind at once. She was desperate for a way out.
Logan bent down low to her face to where she could smell his after shave. Her heart picked up speed, no man had ever been that close to her. Anger welled up inside of her, had these people never heard of personal space?
“Now…tell me what you know about Project Wing.” Logan asked his voice had lost all humor, leaving his tone hard and cold. Lynn’s eyes widened slightly. How do they know about that?! She thought, her mind now racing in sync with her heart.
“I don’t know anything.” She lied, trying to feign innocence. Logan backed away just as a fist slammed into her jaw. The punch was hard, but luckily didn’t cause much damage. Lynn’s eyes searched for the source of the blow to find the girl with red hair grinning widely.
“Take it easy Brynn, we still want her conscious.” Sin whispered as he flicked some ash in Lynn’s direction.
“Lying isn’t very becoming you know…” Logan growled, ignoring the two. His eyes were on Lynn. They hadn’t moved. He was intimidating at best, though Lynn would never admit it.
“The sooner you tell us what we want, the sooner this will be over.” Logan smiled, but it didn’t reach his steel eyes.
“I told you I don’t know anything!” Lynn shouted, having had enough of their games.
“If you’re going to kill me then just do it. You’re not getting anything out of me.” Her voice was strong, steady, but inside she was scared for her life.
Logan stared down at her his eyes locked on hers. Minutes passed, neither looked away. Lynn refused to back down to him, and he to her.
“Darius, take the others and set up the feed.” Logan said between clenched teeth.
“Bu-” Sin started.
“Go.” No one questioned further, only silently filed out. All except one.
“That means you too Brynn.” The girl’s eyes bore into Lynn’s, then Logan before she stopped out dramatically slamming the door behind her.
The room was silent, with only the low thrum of the thrusters in the background. Logan had begun to pace, it wasn’t a nervous pace, but a contemplative one. His face had taken on a less serious expression, but still held the edge of an interrogator.
“Why did you blow them up?” Lynn asked, tired of the silence. The question had been bugging her, since they mentioned merciless killing, why were they any different?
“We didn’t want them coming after you. That should have been obvious.” Logan retorted, not once looking up at her or stopping his pace.
“And we are the merciless killers? Okay Kettle.” Her words must have triggered something, with in an instant he was in her face again, gripping the arm rests of the chair with a painful force, crushing her hands in between.
“No, there is a difference. We don’t kill children. We kill adults who make their own decisions. Adults who choose to follow Garter blindly like a bunch of mindless sheep. That’s the difference.” His face held a fierce emotion, passion even. He truly believed in his words. But the fire that burned in his eyes faded and the composure returned to his features.
“Since your feeling so chatty, I suppose you wouldn’t mind telling me the truth about Project Wing. And don’t even say you know nothing, we both no that’s a lie.”
Lynn didn’t respond. Defiance shone in her eyes like a stubborn child, her bottom lip jutted out in almost a pout. She was challenging him.
“A glutton for punishment, eh? Would you rather me allow Gunslinger back in here and let him take a shot at it? If you felt violated before, you haven’t seen anything yet.” Logan was returning the challenge, Lynn could sense the truth of the threat in his words, but that didn’t stop her. She was in too deep and far too stubborn.
“Bring it.” A knock on the door cut Logan off before he could respond, he paused before shouting:
“Who is it?”
“ The big bad wolf. I’ve come for the wench. Darius says everything is ready.” Sin called from the other side of the door. Lynn froze as she saw the malice in Logan’s eyes.
“Hey Sin, you up for some interrogation?” There was a pause on the other side of the door, and the faint click of a Zippo* could be heard.
“My why or your way?” Sin asked hesitantly.
“Your way.” Logan said, slowly savoring the terrified look in Lynn’s eyes. Before either could say another word, Sin burst in, grinning like the devil himself.
“Hello Darlin’.” He said to Lynn, billowing smoke out as he spoke. Logan gave a parting salute before leaving, closing the door behind him.
Sin, still grinning, walked over to where Lynn was and started to pull at the buckle of his belt.
“W-what are you doing?!” Lynn cried, eyes wide with raw terror, squirming in her binds as Sin got closer.
Removing his belt, he wrapped it around Lynn’s arm tightly, making her fingers turn a slight shade of red. He reached into his pocket and withdrew a small clear vile and capped syringe.
“Now, since you won’t talk freely, we are going to do things my way. This, my dear,” He said while holding the vile between his fore finger and his thumb so she could see, “is a highly concentrated form of Sodium Thionorphine. A derivative of Sodium Pentothal, the truth drug.” Sin lowered the vile, before removing the cap from the syringe and plunging the needle into the thin rubber membrane of the vile.
“You’re probably wondering why we didn’t give this to you earlier, well…lets just say there are more than a few health risks.” His voice was soft and light, but the subject was anything but. Lynn knew all to well the effects this chemical could have. She had seen rebels go utterly insane because of it. And now here she was, in that position herself.
Sin filled the syringe almost all the way, and tapped it to make the bubbles rise before squirting some of the liquid out.
“Bottoms up.” He said as he drove the needle into Lynn’s now numb arm. As the chemical rushed through her body, it left an oddly euphoric feeling, leaving her light headed and dazed.
A few minutes had passed before the room seemed to stop spinning. Sin had pulled up a chair in front of her. Lynn looked down, having realized she could feel her fingers again, but not remembering when the belt had been removed from her arm.
“Alright then. First question…What is Project Wing?”
Lynn didn’t respond at first, and for a moment, Sin feared he gave her too large of a dose.
“….Project…Wing….is….” Her voice was soft, far off and almost sleepy.
“….a special operation…highly classified….I wasn’t supposed to know…” She paused her eyes unfocused but her expression was concentrated as she struggled to recall what she knew.
“….I eavesdropped on them…they said something about genetically altering people….and human weapons….but the project was discontinued due to complications….that’s all I know.” Sin sat patiently absorbing all the information, keeping an eye out for any signs of seizing or mental damage. After all, they needed her alive and some what healthy.
“Okay, next question…what’s Garter’s next move in his ‘cleansing’ plan?” Sin didn’t know the actual name of the mission, but he knew from listening to XForce radio transmissions that they referred to it as the “cleansing”. Again Lynn took a few seconds to respond, her words came out smoother as the chemical settled in her system, and her mind gave into the drug.
“My job was to eliminate this group…Garter thinks that if we eliminate this group the rest will be easy…” Lynn swallowed hard, shaking her head slightly.
“Why can’t you all just come back to the cities? I mean things aren’t that bad…so it’s a little strict, but with out order there can’t be structure right?” She said in a soft, drunken voice. Sin sighed, reminding himself that this woman was as brain washed as the rest if them. If only there was a way he could make her see.
Sighing, Sin concluded it was useless since she would be returning to the clean cities anyways.
“One last question… do you find me attractive?” Sin couldn’t keep the smile off his face as he asked his final question. Lynn gave him a confused look, then smiled, something he thought he would never see from this woman, maybe he had given her too much after all.
“Nooo…” she said in a slurred voice, “…okay Yes, but only a little…” Lynn finished with a giggle. Sin chuckled loudly at his ego boost and would have to remind himself to try this serum on some of the girls around there.
“Okay kiddo, time to get you upstairs.” Sin said as he pushed his fore finger into the nook of her neck. Lynn within seconds went limp, unconscious once more. Logan came into the room shortly after, and helped Sin untie her form the bolted chair.
“Did you get what we need?” Logan asked, his expression hopeful.
“That and more my friend.” Sin replied with a chuckle. Logan looked around the room and saw Sin’s belt on the floor. Suppressing a shudder he hauled Lynn over his shoulder and proceeded up the stairs.
“So what do we got.” He asked, after a few moments.
“She didn’t know much about project Wing, only that it was a human weapon experiment more or less, and that it was supposedly terminated, but I have a feeling that isn’t the entire truth.”
“You think she was lying?”
“Heh, no not that she was lying, but that someone lied to her. She said she heard this while eavesdropping, they might have heard her and said that to cover up.”
“Hmmm…maybe.” Logan said, as he lost himself in thought.
“So how did you get her to talk?” He said, obviously have given up on his thoughts.
“I have my ways.”
“That’s what scares me Sin.”
“Don’t worry no physical damage, though no guarantee on the mental health.”
“Dear god man what DID you do to her?” Logan said in slight mock horror. Rosen emerged from the kitchen before them, catching the last bits of Logan’s words. Rose’s eyes flashed between the two boys and the unconscious woman over Logan’s shoulder, then to the absence of Sin’s belt.
“You did not!” She cried as she clasped her hand over her mouth.
“Logan I know she is a damned rebel but sicking Sin on her is beyond any torture that woman deserved.”
“Hey hey hey! What makes you think I did anything to her?” Sin asked, a smug expression on his face.
“Your belt less and smug. Good enough reasons.” Rose replied, placing her hand on her hip.
“Logan we got a response from Garter, we need you up stairs now.” Said Darius as he came barreling down the stairs, interrupting their quarrel.
Logan hurried upstairs, pulling Sin by the collar along.
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Garter sat quietly in his study, his eyes slowly scanning the recent reports of supply ship raids. The rebels have been more troublesome of late, due to their “breeding”, everyday they become more of a threat. Garter’s free hand tapped irritably on the side of his mahogany desk.
“Sir.” Said a deep voice over the intercom. Garter placed the reports on his desk, before pressing the intercom button.
“This better be good Lieutenant.” Said Garter menacingly.
“O-of course Sir. The Highwind has opened a feed to us, they have Lynn and are requesting a trade; Lynn for a prisoner of ours, Jack O’Connell.” The irritable tapping had picked up pace, and now seemed to take a sort of rhythm, like Garter was trying to soothe himself.
“What would you like us to tell them, Sir?” The voice asked.
Garter sat thinking for a moment, thinking of Cohen, and that…woman…by his side. His son was hopeless and weak in her hands. And he knew it. Like all women, she was a snake in the grass, poising herself for the right moment to attack and take everything they had worked so hard for.
“No…” Garter muttered, his face contorting into something close to rage. He would not let this woman take this away from Cohen. His finger jabbed at the intercom button with enough force to bruise.
“Tell them no deal. We don’t make trades with rebels. She is better off dead.”
“Are you sure Sir?” Asked the now timid voice.
“Yes. And Lieutenant, make sure no one else knows of this. Tell everyone that Lynn was slaughtered by the rebels, am I understood?”
“Yes, Sir.”
Garter lifted his finger from the button, gently massaged his temples.
“Cohen is better off with out her…” He said to himself. His hand slowly moved back to the intercom, this time tapping a code in.
“Yes Sir?” Asked a female voice.
“Place Jack O’Connell in the questioning cell for me.” Commanded Garter, his voice as cool as steel.
“Yes Sir.”
Releasing the button Garter placed the files on his desk in the middle drawer on his desk, locking it tightly with a small bronze key. Garter had a certain appreciation for old fashioned things, though he would never let on to it. Gently he removed the ancient key from the lock and placed it in his pocket, before making his way to the lifeless white hallways of Voltera**.
His steps where brisk and militant like as he strode further into the heart of his palace until final reaching the steel plated doors of the containment ward. Approaching the access pad, he typed in a 4 digit code.
“Please place your eye in front of the scanner.” Came a monotone female voice. Garter complied as if it was second nature while a green laser scanned his retina.
“Access Granted. Hello Garter.”
There was a low hydraulic hiss as the doors slowly opened revealing another hallway. But along the walls were not closed white doors, but cells. With in them, the criminals of Destiny, sealed behind laser fields, glowing blue in the somber halls.
But Garter did not slow for these insignificant infidels; he had bigger fish to fry. Past the single cells was the special containment cells. Cells with the highest security. Armed guards, D.A.T.A guns*** , the works. Garter entered a steel enforced elevator that took him to the lower level. Down there were the interrogation rooms. Where Jack awaited him.
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Garter stared at the chained man from the other side of one way glass. His eyes were dazed and unfocused, probably from the sedatives and doses of truth serum. He made sure to tell the guards not to give him too much, he need him conscious. Moments passed and Garter finally sighed and motioned for the door to the interrogation room. Inside two armed guards stood by where Jack had been chained, saluting Garter as he entered.
“Hello Jack, how are you this evening?” He cooed as he took a seat in front of him. There was a grumble as Jack’s gold eyes focused on Garter.
“Just peachy.”
Garter nodded, as if he were having a pleasant teatime discussion.
“You know I have some interesting news for you.”
“I doubt that.” Said Jack sounding irate and groggy.
“Oh but it’s true. You see, your clever rebel friends tried oh so hard to get you back today.” Jack didn’t respond at first, his eyes staring into Garter’s looking for the lie.
“Did they now?”
“Yes. For they captured our dear Lynn, blew up an entire rebel ship, then attempted to trade. You for her.”
Something flashed in Jack’s eyes, but only for a second before it faded away back into his dazed eyes. Yet, that single flash of emotion was all Garter needed to fuel his fire.
“And?” Jack asked, trying to hide his impatience.
“Hahah! My dear boy! Do you honestly believe I would let you go? Now now. Lets not be silly.”
“Then why the hell would you come down here and tell me this?” Jack growled, the anger in the pit of his stomach knotting into a vicious ball.
“Because, I am curious as to why they want you back so bad? There must be something special about you for them to go through all this.”
“Their like my family. That’s why.” Jack said, tired of this old man’s games.
“Oh come now. I have taken children from their mothers, brothers from their sisters, and never have I seen such a strong attempt to get some one back. Now the truth please, I rather not use force today Jack.
“I don’t know.”
“Tsk tsk tsk.” Garter said, waving his finger back and forth like a parent to a naughty child. His eyes moved to the guard.
“Aaron, please bring Jack down to the lab. It’s time we started Project Gemini.” He said while looking at Jack. Joy filled his cold stone heart as a look of fear passed over Jack’s pained features. Jack may not reveal why he is so vital to the rebels now, but he will.
Standing, Garter left the room, feeling much better for only a moment.
“Father!” Garter heard from down the hall. His heart sunk.
“Cohen my boy! Come we must talk.” He said, as he took in Cohen’s distressed expression.
“Father is it true? Did sh-”
“Shhh shhh Son..” Garter said as he tried to soothe him.
“Father what happened?”
“Son, Lynn’s mission failed. She was captured by the rebels… and killed.” Garter lied.
“N-no…She can’t…” Cohen whispered in utter disbelief. Garter looked at his son’s saddened face and felt for only a second a twinge of regret.
“Cohen, I am truly sorry. And trust me my son, we will avenge her.” He said as he placed a hand on his son’s shoulder.
Cohen’s eyes suddenly hardened, looking far to much like his father.
“Yes. We will. I swear on it.”
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*Zippo: A type of Lighter
**Voltera: The headquarters in Volter where Garter and his advisors live.
***D.A.T.A Guns: DNA Automatic Tracking Artillery, when given a sample of a prisoners DNA locks on to the target and follows their every move.
((P.S for those who are confused, when someone posts reserve, its just their way of saying “I am posting so everyone wait until I am done” just to clear the air.)) Bring forth creatures Of a terrifying kind
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Posted: Tue Dec 02, 2008 9:50 pm
Brynn felt a grim satisfaction. The girl had lied, Lynn had lied about Project Wing. Everyone knew it. Her poorly disguised lie would not go unpunished, and it had felt so good when Logan had stepped back, their silent signal. Her hand didn't even ache. She hadn't hit Lynn hard, but she growled softly and flashed a glare at Sin that would've wilted a lesser man when he rebuked her. Brynn didn't care if she was conscious. If she was alive, they could question her later, but she acquiesced to Logan's interrogation techniques and refrained from beating Lynn senseless. When Logan asked them to leave, Brynn had resumed her shadowed vantage point that had hidden her so well before, but then he indicated she should leave as well. Her eyes narrowed dangerously, but she left. But when she slammed the door, the sound triggered a memory more vivid than anything she'd ever experienced and she collapsed against the wall, clutching at the many pipes running along it to hold her up.
Brynn was face-down. She felt like all her scars were raw open wounds again. She couldn't move. She didn't have the strength to. She was barely alive. "Her eyes?...Yes, they will be an excellent identifying mark, along with her blood-red hair....I want the swords made to match the color of her eyes....Actually, I am beginning the implant procedure right now. She will be ready to sheath her swords by the time they are made....Good bye." A phone clattered back onto its jack. She felt something running down her face and when she focused her eyes a little, she could see it was blood and, what, her tears? She was crying. She heard the snap of surgical gloves as she became aware that there was more than one person in the room. "Now, Brynn, let us begin." She felt the scalpel split open her back and she screamed.
Brynn came back to the present. She was breathing hard, making a whimpering sound. Her back felt like it was on fire, the scars that covered most of her body stinging. Cold sweat dripped down her face as she finally unclenched her teeth and opened her eyes, which she'd shut tight when the memory had started. Logan was looking at her, not quite staring but she could tell he'd seen everything. She tried to straighten up, shake it off, wipe the sweat off her brow with the back of her hand, act like nothing significant had happened, but the movements almost made her pass out from the pain that lashed across her back. She collapsed again, but she missed the pipes this time and crashed to the floor.
She hated herself. She was weak. She couldn't handle a simple memory! But that memory wasn't simple. She'd never seen anything like that before. But that wasn't the problem now. She couldn't look at Logan. She crawled into a shadowed corner and put her back against the wall, hugging her knees to her and burying her head in them. She heard Rose talk to Sin and Logan, heard Darius come yelling down stairs. Brynn thought vaguely that it was probably a good idea to talk to Rose, but her mind was clouded. A strained "Rose...?" was all she managed before she finally succumbed to pain-induced unconsciousness, falling, sprawled, to the side, the hand of one of her scarred arms and some of her hair falling into the light where they could be seen.
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Posted: Wed Dec 03, 2008 4:18 am
Crawling out of his dreams, Travis rolled over and hit his alarm clock for the tenth time, 8:30. "..Damn it..." Grunting as he sat up, nearly every joint cracking from laying stiff all night, "..Damn it." He slowly rolled out of his bed and stumbled over to his dresser. He smirked as he saw the family portrait on top; his father, late mother, and himself. He opened one of the drawers and pulled out his typical outfits--black jeans, tank top, and button up "gas station" style shirt. He liked the familiar feel of of his old clothes, they may not have been the particular style of everyone around him, but that's how he liked it--different. Searching his room, he eventually found his sneakers on top of a heap of dirty clothes, "I..should really clean these..." He shrugged, pulling on his shoes, and made his way out of the door. He decided not to go to the mess hall quite yet, figuring his dad would probably be in a bad mood.
He wandered around and eventually made it to the storage room. He looked around with a strange expression on his face..something was wrong, and he could feel it. Sin was carrying an unconscious woman on his shoulder, Logan was with him, and they were talking to Rosen. Not only that, he heard a faint cry. He looked around the room carefully and spotted a delicate hand and blood red hair, "Brynn.." He quickly made his way over to her, to find that she was unconscious. Gently, he picked her up and adjusted her so that she was wedding style. Quietly, almost cooing how a father would, "Brynn...I'm taking you to Rosen. You're going to be okay." Travis emerged from the dark corner that they were in, worried, looking around. Logan and Sin were gone with the other unconscious woman, and he saw Rose just turning the corner. "Wait! Rose!" She stopped abruptly and turned to the voice. Her eyes widened at the sight. "I..I just found her in the corner, unconscious. I don't know what happened." She nodded, regaining her composure, "Bring her to the infirmary. I'll meet you in there."
Nodding, and walking past Rosen, he made his way to the infirmary, not before running into Allison and Dion, who were talking in a hall. They gave him a strange look and Allison spoke up, "What...are you doing with Brynn?" He kept walking and turned around, "She's unconscious..I'm bringing her to the infirmary. Rosen said she was going to meet me." Once there, he fumbled around for the door knob and finally got it open. He found that one of the curtained off rooms were open, so he placed Brynn on that bed and paced, waiting for Rosen to show up.
(((PS. Sorry for the crappiness of this post.. it was written in a hurry..and I'm never that good at first posts...)))
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Posted: Wed Dec 03, 2008 3:02 pm
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Posted: Wed Dec 03, 2008 5:07 pm
Demi eyes went wide as a wave of bubbles crashed onto her. After the shock wore off, she began to laugh hysterically. Now, however, she had to get him back. Wiping off bubbles in her face, she peered over at Sigma, who was calmly washing dishes. She blushed, knowing the bubbles protected her face from being seen. Playing it cool, I see. Glancing to her other side, she saw an empty pot. Perfect. Moving quickly, she grabbed at the pot and filled it with water. "Oh, Siiiiiigma!" When he turned towards her, she unleashed the hurricane that splashed out of the pot. Sigma was soaked from head to toe and Demi laughed, holding her stomach. "Oh my gosh! You should have seen your face." Feeling a bit regretful, she grabbed a towel from her work station and threw it over his head. She started drying his hair. "Sorry about that, I can get a bit carried away..."
Dion strolled aimlessly for a few steps, then slumped against the wall, feeling defeated. He had just humiliated himself in front of Mutt and Allison. He let them both down. He covered his face with his hands, giving in to the darkness it provided. It made him feel invisible, until a soft hand grasped his arm. Allison's soft voice hit his ear, telling him they needed to talk and even offering to help him. Before he could answer, Allison turned her head, causing his to turn as well. He saw Travis, carrying an unconscious Brynn. Allison asked what happened, Travis confirmed Brynn was unconscious and he was taking her to the infirmary. As Travis left their sight, Dion spoke up. "Alli, I doubt you can help me. Thanks for the hope, but it's not going to happen." Mutt exited the room now, walking towards them. Dion spoke to him, still keeping his eyes down. "Sorry for wasting your time..."
Demi dried Sigma's hair with the towel, laughing as she pulled it away to reveal his now messy and semi-wet locks. "I guess we'll just have to get changed before we get anything else done." The fact of the matter was, they hadn't even finished the dishes, but Demi ignored that fact. SHe would just leave the rest for Dion. She moved in back of Sigma, pushing him lightly out of the kitchen. She yelled back to Rosen before they exited. "SORRY FOR RUINING YOUR QUIET BREAKFAST, ROSE!! MY MOPPING OFFER STILL STANDS!" When they were out of the kitchen and back into the hallway, Demi let out a breath. "Finally! It seems so cramped in the kitchen, don't you think?" Looking around, she spotted her and Dion's room. She pointed to it, dragging Sigma along. "That's my room!! Well, Dion's too. So, if you ever need anything, just come on by!" She led him to the door, stopping once they get close enough. "Wait here, I'll go get changed first." She rushed inside the room, panicing about what to wear. She dug through her drawers, finally spotting some decent looking clothes and changed. Running her fingers through her short, messy hair, she went back out to meet with Sigma. "Sorry, I forgot you just came out of a storm." She laughed again at his appearance, water dripping from his clothes. She bit her lip. "I really am sorry. Let's hurry. Show me to your room and get changed. We'll probably start mopping the dining area soon, after the others get done eating." She shuddered, hoping they wouldn't make too much of a mess... ((Sorry it's so late. College is rutheless xp ))
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Posted: Wed Dec 03, 2008 7:36 pm
Confusion etched its passage across Mutt's features, turning his up-turned lips into a mystified frown as he watched Dion's trembling retreat.
"What's up with him?"Mutt asked himself whilst holstering the gun.
Rubbing the back of his head, Mutt sighed as Allison bustled out of the room after Dion. Why was shooting a hole such a big deal? And what was all that about with Allison before? Why did he feel so sick, hot and shaky? Reaching up Mutt felt his forehead with the back of his hand, feeling a thin veneer of perspiration coating his skin. Was he sick? Maybe he should give Rosen a visit, normally he would see Allison but for some reason he felt as if he wanted to avoid her at the moment. Embarrassment for their previous actions and a foreign feeling still dampened his feelings and weighed down his limbs. Scrunching up his eyes Mutt cradled his temple with his thumb and middle finger massaging his temples in an attempt to alleviate an oncoming headache. Ceasing the action Mutt pinched himself on the arm, rubbing the pained area afterwards.
Giving the room a once over Mutt headed towards the door and stepped out brusquely, spotting Allison and Dion in the corridor. Readjusting his sunglasses Mutt pushed them up further on his nose so his eyes weren't susceptible to those around him. Striding over to the duo Mutt looked down on Dion and crossed his arms, completely ignoring Allison's presence as he did so.
"Sorry for wasting your time..."
Mutt uncrossed his arms and exhaled loudly as his headache grew. Leaning against the uneven wall himself Mutt's hand shot out like a fluid out of a hypodermic needle, and latched onto Dion's ear.
Protestations and utterances of pain flew unabashedly from Dion's lips and ignoring these words Mutt drew the boy up whilst still leaning against the wall.
Now standing before him, Mutt let go of Dion's ear and smirked.
"You haven't wasted my time, I have absolutely nothing to do between missions. Teaching you would give me a way to pass the time to be honest. If you're still up for it."
Pausing temporarily in his verbal reassurances Mutt surreptitiously gave a passing glance to Allison "and if you're at all embarrassed by seeing Allison and I like you did, it was really nothing, we're nothing more than friends."
Turning to Allison in full now, Mutt fixed her with an unyielding stare. "Isn't that right?"
Mutt certainly didn't need to make his life more complicated, a few friends was all he could deal with.
The decision was right, cut the bud before it has time to grow into something more. If it was the right decision Mutt reminisced, then why did it feel as if all the blood in his body was now being channeled into his boots. Making every breath harder, as if he was being asphyxiated by an invisible, malicious hand.
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Posted: Wed Dec 03, 2008 10:15 pm
Sigma looked over just in time to see water, with the volume of being blasted from a cannon, yet the force of something much less. As it came toward him, his eyes widened, opening completely, his nostrils flared, and his mouth sunk back whilst tightening. In other words, the look of exaggerated, even though it was quite real, shock; then it hit him. He was drenched in cold water, looking as though he had just fell into a pool with his clothes on, Demi started laughing, to the point of what Sigma thought might have been suffocating her.
"Oh my gosh! You should have seen your face." Demi said, grabbing a nearby towel, throwing it over his head and started drying him off. He was taken aback by this. It was all he could do to not flip out as someone else had taken over from behind him, and he wasn't able to see the person interacting with him. His feelings of great dis-trust returned, but, oddly to him, were diminished when he remembered it was Demi.
She...she wouldn't...she wouldn't betray me or sell me out...right? The towel was removed and his hair was revealed in all it's screwed up glory, which, isn't really saying much seeing as it was just a wee bit longer than a crew cut.
"I guess we'll just have to get changed before we get anything else done." Sigma heard Demi say this, and wondered what they were going to do about the unfinished dishes, but didn't have much time to think on it as he was being pushed out of the kitchen. Again, the slight resentment climbing its way up as he had no visual contact of Demi, but he forced it back down.
"SORRY FOR RUINING YOUR QUIET BREAKFAST, ROSE!! MY MOPPING OFFER STILL STANDS!" Demi called to Rose before ushering Sigma out of the room. As they left, Demi let out a breath of relief. "Finally! It seems so cramped in the kitchen, don't you think?" Demi asked rhetorically while looking around. When she spotted her room, she pointed to it, letting Sigma know he could come by if he ever needed something. She led him over to it, told him that she would change first, and ran inside, the door closing behind her.
Uhh...Demi? He thought, standing there, creating a small puddle in front of the door. When Demi re-appeared, wearing new clothes, she apologized to Sigma when she noticed he was still standing there, dripping, but kinda made it joke as well, and laughed slightly. She bit her lip during her laugh though, and apologized again, but this time, she was completely serious.
Why is she so sorry? It was funny. He reached for his notebook, but stopped before he began, remembering it was probably destroyed. Demi told Sigma to bring them both to his room so he could change and they could start mopping soon. Sigma led her down the hall, around a few bends, and to his room. It wasn't to terribly far from Demi's, but it wasn't exactly near it. He guessed they were walking for about twenty seconds before they stopped in front of a door. He slammed his fist on the door and opened it immediately afterword. He walked inside, both hands at the ready in their standard combat position, his right by his face, his left down in front of his waist, fingers half curled to have his hands resemble a cat's paw. He moved around the room, rigidly, but a slight bounce in every step he took. After looking at all four sides of the room, he returned to his natural state. He beckoned Demi inside, and she seemed a little hesitant. He wasn't sure whether it was due to what she had just witnessed, that she was going to be alone in a male's room, a combination of the two, or something completely different. He walked over and gently pulled her in, closing the door. He walked past her and motioned for her to sit as he approached his dresser. He pulled out new everything, a new over-shirt with the exact same style as the one he was wearing now, a dark green T-Shirt, light blue jeans, a pair of black silk boxers, and new white ankle socks. He walked into his bathroom and replaced his drenched clothes with the new dry ones, giving himself a once over with the towel first. He threw his soaked clothes into the sink and made a mental note to get to those later. He emerged from the bathroom to see Demi sitting on his bed, looking around nervously. He walked over to his cabinet, and retrieved a new seventy page pocket notebook, and got rid of his old wet one.
That still had sixty-eight pages left in it. He thought, kinda disappointed. Ah well, always more where that came from. Now that he had paper, he opened it up and wrote down, Hey Demetria, it's cool. You don't have to apologize for drenching me. It was funny. I can't say I blame you, I bubbled the hell out of you. In addition, sorry about the random acts when entering my room. I live by, "They attack when you think your safest." so, as I enter rooms that I should safest, I slam my fist on the door to startle and stun any intruders, and then I check the North, South, East, and West, in case they jumped and got into a poor hiding spot; probably should have explained that first. Also... would you mind if I smoked with you in here? I wouldn't mind at all if you said no, seeing as I don't need to, but I was just wondering. He tore off this page and handed it over to Demi. She took it and he walked over and leaned against a wall, folding his arms, crossing his left leg over his right, and watching her.
Thank god I didn't have my cigarettes on me when she waterlogged me. That would have been half a pack all to waste.
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Posted: Thu Dec 04, 2008 4:08 am
Allison was now sitting next to Dion, offering to help him with his shooting. Before he could respond however, Travis walked by carrying Brynn, "What....are you doing with Brynn?" He tilted her head as he answered, "She's unconscious...I'm bringing her to the infirmary. Rosen said she was going to meet me." She sighed slightly as he kept walking. "I wonder if she's going to need any help..." Bringing Allison out of her thoughts, Dion spoke, "Alli, I doubt you can help me. Thanks for the hope, but it's not going to happen." Her face contorted, "Dion, if you want to talk about--" she was cut off when Mutt exited the room. He made his way over to them and Dion's eyes returned to the floor. She finished her sentence in her head,"...if you want to talk about your past..I have a similar one.." Never looking up to face Mutt, Dion mumbled,"Sorry for wasting your time..." Mutt uncrossed his arms and exhaled loudly, while leaning against the wall he grabbed Dion's ear and yanked him up, so that he was standing in front of him. "You haven't wasted my time, I have absolutely nothing to do between missions. Teaching you would give me a way to pass the time to be honest. If you're still up to it."
Allison stood now, starting to get angry, and shot Mutt a I-can't-believe-you-just-did-that-to-his-ear look. Her gaze returned to Dion's ear which was now red and pulsing. Paying no mind to Allison, Mutt continued, "..and if you're at all embarrassed by seeing Allison and I like you did, it was really nothing, we're nothing more than friends." It felt like her heart literally stopped beating and her face paled for a moment. "I can't believe you're really doing this..." Mutt now turned to face Allison fully, "Isn't that right?" She opened her mouth to speak, but no words came. "No..it's not right. You're doing the wrong thing." She allowed her breath to come back, hiding her emotions once more, and turned to Dion. "That's absolutely right." A small sarcastic smirk appeared on her face, "And anyway... why would I want to be with someone as uncaring as him?" She knew what she was saying was wrong, her pulse had quickened. It felt like her heart were replaced by an anchor.
Turning the upper part of her body, she cracked her back, and let out a sigh. "Well, anyway. Dion...if you're still up to learning to shoot.. I'm still willing to help. Or...if you'd like to talk about what I know is bothering you..you know where you can find me if you don't want to talk about it around the 'Big Bad Wolf'." Allison paused and smiled at her little joke, "Otherwise..I might have to go assist Rosen with Brynn." She turned her eyes to Mutt and felt pain, which was a drastic change from just a few moments ago. She held in a sigh and turned away for a moment, waiting for some sort of a response from either.
((Edited it a bit since this morning, if you read it before now...))
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Posted: Thu Dec 04, 2008 11:10 pm
Mutt clearly saw the hurt he had inflicted upon Allison, the feelings of hurt were reciprocated when Allison agreed, adding a bitter and sarcastic smirk to rub salt in the proverbial wound. Biting the inside of his lip due to the frustration and hurt, Mutt concealed the self inflicted pain with a sagely nod a facade of rueful agreement.
"And anyway...why would I want to be with someone as uncaring as him?" Biting even deeper now, teeth broke the surface of Mutt's inner lip and the taste of copper infiltrated the confines of Mutt's mouth. That was right, it was exactly what Mutt was asking Allison before, and now she realised, now she saw him for what he truly was. About time. Releasing the now tender and exposed flesh from between his reddened teeth, Mutt swallowed the blood oozing from the wound.
The reference of being a 'Big Bad Wolf' compounded the bitter and resentful feeling within Mutt which forced an astringent and loud laugh from Mutt. The laugh of which bounced and resounded off the ships walls
"That's right" Mutt said "I am the Big Bad Wolf. See you two later, behave yourselves."
Ethereal strings inhibited Mutt's withdrawal from the two, it felt as if strings, feeble yet determined were tied around his thin ankles making each step harder to take; away from the training room, away from Dion and even harder, away from Allison. Persevering, Mutt left the two without a look back and after he had entered the next corridor and closed the door immediate relief assaulted him as he felt the release of the two pairs of eyes.
Sighing emphatically Mutt leaned against the recently closed door, allowing his eyes to close briefly before he continued to his cabin.
Upon coming to his room Mutt slipped inside and locked the door, reveling in the solitude and silence. Opening up the drawer in his bedside table Mutt took out two fluffy white cotton balls. Lodging the soft balls between his inner lip and teeth, the imperfect spheres immediately began to soak up the enduring flow of blood.
Laying on his bed Mutt took off his glasses and lay them on his bony chest. Tucking his hands beneath his head, Mutt's eyes traced the ventilation shaft and pipes that featured on his roof.
It was the right decision of course, Mutt had no doubts. If he kept telling himself that, the vestiges of doubt would soon dissipate.
Rolling on his side Mutt felt his forehead again, he was still hot and his mouth wouldn't stop bleeding. Eventually when he could be bothered to stand up once again he would pay Rosen a visit.
Closing his eyes Mutt's mind wandered to Lynn. She was on the ship and the Big Bad Wolf was curious.
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Posted: Fri Dec 05, 2008 4:35 pm
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