[color=f7941d][b]OOC:[/b] for those that may have not read the [url=http://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/3636808]Character Bio[/url], (especially the second half) please do so as it is the prelude to this post and will make more sense :)[/color] [center]---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------[/center] [color=00aeef]Chrono 0021:36 R&D Maximum Security Ward Room #12 | Psyche Assessment [b]Subject ID#:[/b] 52-0A-351 [b]Subject Name:[/b]"Ink"[/color] The woman’s thoughts began to drift, her speech slurred, and all of the previous fervor and rage dissipated as the tranquilizing agents entered her bloodstream at a rapid pace, until all muscle control ceased. The laboratory gurney she was strapped to had been positioned almost perfectly vertical, with wires and tubes running along her body and sensors placed in various areas that could measure her vitals. The tattered clothing she wore previously had been cut from her body by a robotic surgical arm that hung from the ceiling, and replaced by a flexible gray mesh-like material that covered her chest and waist. Laying face down on the floor near the gurney, bloodied and bruised, was the body of a young lab tech intern, accompanied by a cybernetic medical unit attempting to resuscitate their fallen colleague. [i]Only minutes before[/i], the unfortunate intern had the displeasure of hooking the patient up to be monitored, when she jolted from a previously sedated state, and her body’s defenses kicked in... “Fuck off!” She screamed as best she could in her hazy state of mind. The black inky abstract creatures along her tattooed body slithered and pulled away from the skin, striking out at the unsuspecting tech, and exploding into a cloud of black dust on impact. The boy recoiled, trying to fan away the particles, only to see the scaly dragon-like creature curl it’s way up and around the boy’s extended arm, causing him to lose balance and fall to the floor. Screaming for the other two lab tech’s assistance, their attempts to remove the creature were futile as it wrapped it’s long body around his neck and squeezed, cutting off any further sound from the boy. The injection of tranquilizers came swiftly thereafter, and the patient’s writhing quickly slowed. “Damn...I hate...all you shi-...” “Okay she's out, begin the scan.” The lead scientist instructed from behind his steel and glass console. “And can someone get Anders out of here and into recovery. He’ll live. I also need the blood and whatever the hell that black stuff is cleaned up immediately. Smells like sulfur in here for cryin’ out loud!” The robotic medical unit, complying with the instructions, lifted the body from the floor, and wheeled him out of the room. The two remaining techs, stunned by the events that occurred, shot each other a questionable look as though they had no idea what they were getting themselves into. “Begin the scan, please!” The lead scientist barked out once again into the comm system from behind the glass.. “Or do you two have other pressing business? I’m sure [i]Subject Ink[/i] will gladly wait...” The scientist shook his head, removed his glasses, and rubbed the bridge of his nose, mumbling to himself. “ ‘Subject Ink’...” He scoffed. “Who the hell came up with that name anyway?” The man appeared to be in his mid-fifties, average height, shaggy salt and pepper hair with matching stubble along his face. Bags hung under his eyes, an indicator that sleep didn’t come too easily for him. He turned, for a moment, with his back to the glass and pulled out a small steel flask from the side pocket of his lab coat. “Just a few good hits is all I need, this is going to be a long night…” He whispered to himself, as he tipped the small bottle back and let the spicy-sweet alcoholic liquid run down his throat. He returned his attention to the console, which showed a variety of profile screens, EKG readouts, history, and recent events. The scientist quickly noted the previous outburst in the log, taking special care to highlight the correlation between the woman’s hormonal and chemical imbalances and the effects of the tattoos. “Ok Miss Salahori, let’s see what makes you tick…”