[center][h2][color=gold][b]Subject 332 - [i]Parkinson[/i][/b][/color][/h2][/center]

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This was it, it was the end, she was going to die by the hand of a giant lady, crashed into the cold floor of some place she barely even remembered the name of. Such a merciful end it would be, not having to discover more things about this world and thus leaving without a stroke of regret. But alas, Parkinson wasn't in this type of mentality as fear prompted her to beg for safety at the person who put her in this position to begin with. That and she was probably exaggerating the consequences of this fall, but it would nonetheless hurt like hell. She was ultimately caught in such a fashion that it shook her head in a way that it made her lose her orientation senses once more. The next thing she'd notice was the ridiculous pose she was taking with Andarta. The previous spinning had taken a severe toll on her mental state at this point. 

[color=gold][i]I'm dying. Everything is moving, trembling ... Is this heaven? Or maybe hell? I can't feel anything ... Oh wait, I can.[/i][/color]

Her head pains were a problem of course, but now the general dizziness made her queasy more than anything else. She clenched her stomach as Andarta expressed something which left the blonde time for a quick breather. But before the long haired grump could even utter a response to the psycho amazon's ideas, she was taken once more by force toward what she would understand to be somewhere they could practice, like the gym. All Parkinson wanted was to have a good sleep, discover the wonders of resting on a somewhat adequate bed and just let everything loose from there. 

"[color=gold]Andarta ... I don't even ... You should stop or I'll ... Oh sto-[/color]" 

And Andarta would have both her thighs drenched in what seemed to be bile from Parkinson's empty stomach. That and some strange nutritional liquid they likely put in her to keep her body fed. Her face was green at this point and the remainder pretty pale. Her dizziness was gone but the terrible feeling of throwing up remained fixed in her mind forever. Throat burning, body aching, general uneasiness and fear of happening again. Strangely it relieved her of any powerful pain, like some sort of release. But the experience itself was horrible enough for her to disregard the small positive she gained from it. 

"[color=gold]Ugh ... ANDARTA. Stop! If you keep going, I'll ... You'll ... Crush me to [b]SMITHEREENS[/b] at this rate![/color]"

She over exaggerated of course, but she was pretty infuriated by the past experience. The levels of annoyance Andarta had reach pretty much but the titan into the grumpy female's  black list. Parkinson would do her best at this point to break free from the tall girl's grasp ans walk away as fast as possible. That was enough rolling around and doing random stunts for one day. She didn't even think of the significance of her thoughts anymore, nor her priorities. She wanted OUT of this insanity. Of course, it wasn't like she had any control over anything that would happen to her. After all, she was likely the most powerless of the group at this point, making her easy prey to pretty much anything.