[color=00aeef][h1]Doctor Cranham (Sam)[/h1][/color]
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[h3]Main Compound, Corridors, On route to Study, Interactions:[@Aamaya][/h3]
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It wasn't often that he forgot things, but Sam had been losing sleep lately, and it had made him lose track of more then a few of his personal belonging's more then once in the past few days. He was slightly more sluggish then usual, not that he was a particularly hyper kind of creature to begin with. Sam was an individual of composure, at least when he needed to be, which was often. Most of his fellow researchers had either not seen the difference, or they were far to busy testing the subjects and devising new tests for their little "Lab Rats" to endure.

The young man often thought they were a little rough on their test subjects, but there wasn't much he could do to object to them. They had been given specific orders to carry out, and many couldn't see a reason to "Be Humane" to the test subjects, because in the end, even if he hated it, that's what they were. Test subjects. 

Although Sam had no way of stopping his co-workers from being so cruel at times towards the test subjects, he did his best to try and be as pleasant as possible to any of the people he preformed his tests on. He did still refer to them as people more often then not, because that's what they were, and to him, these people were also the future of mankind. He just needed more time to focus his efforts into creating the right mixture of genes, and of course, possibly the right tests.

Doctor Cranham may have been one of the many who conducted tests on the subjects, but his were usually relatively simple. Lift something heavy, run on a tread mill for a while, run laps in the larger testing areas, and having them test their powers on various objects and small creatures. Although using small animals was a somewhat cruel thing to include in any of his tests, he needed to analyze every angle of what the test subjects had the capability to do. Although the test subjects were often sedated, drugged, or simply restrained, and against the wishes of the security force and several of his closer comrades, he often would find himself delivering items for the subjects to test on himself.

Some called him crazy, others suicidal, and most a fool who constantly broke protocol, but he merely said, if we don't test their power on people, what's the point? He knew fairly well of the main intentions of the facility, but his intentions were his own, and although he'd nearly been booted from the project once, they kept him around. His risk taking helped further their research as well as his own.

His foot steps drew to a halt, as he paused his forward motion, his wandering mind somehow remembering exactly where the Study was. Muscle memory was a fabulous thing. His foot began it's journey forward, but he was halted in place by a shout from a nearby source:

[color=1b1464]"Hold up for a moment there Doc!"[/color]

Spinning around, Sam located the source, an other wise generic looking guard, on a bee line straight for him. He waited patiently for the guard to stop before him, and gestured for him to be out with it.

[color=1b1464]"Doctor Cranham, I'm sorry but you can't be in there without an escort,"[/color] He had paused for a moment, quickly scanning Sam's name tag before addressing him. [color=1b1464]"The Study is currently occupied by one of the freaks."[/color]

Irritated, and his patience already worn thin, as he was still remotely tired and wanted to get back to his coffee, Sam made a gesture towards the Study entrance. [color=00aeef]"Well then I guess you'll be having to join me then. Hurry up."[/color]

In no mood for any further time constraints, he stepped into the Study before the guard could make any further protests, and began scanning the area. If his memory served him correctly... it was on that desk... wait no, the chair. He looked over both spots, picking them clean, with no luck. Perfect.

With his bag of test tubes lost somewhere within the study, he was going to hunt for them. The guard was following him, trying to get an explanation as to what he could possibly be searching for, and if he needed assistance. Oh he needed some, but not from the gun toting moron whose only purpose was to shoot anything that disobeyed orders.

His eyes wandered across one of the only occupants of the room, and he felt himself smile internally. It was nice to see the test subjects when they weren't what they were there for. Just trying to do something human. Reading was one of their only past times, that they had available inside, alongside doing nothing, as she currently was, but reading was one they escaped to often, as books were a temporary portal away from the cruel reality they lived in. He began to approach her, the guard making a move to follow, but he waved them away.

[color=00aeef]"If I need you I'll call for you, stay put."[/color] With that, he swiftly approached the lone woman, whom he recognized to be Subject 616, the illusionist. He knew many of the test subjects by title, but he often tried to learn their names, though not all of them remembered or wanted to tell.

[color=00aeef]"Greetings Caelia, I see you look well. Enough."[/color] His tone wasn't exactly cheerful, nor hostile, but it gave off a twang of 'Very good to see you alive and well' vibe with a hint of his fatigue, though he hoped that she wouldn't notice. [color=00aeef] "I'd love to chat, but first I have a question,"[/color] He paused for a moment, making sure the guard couldn't hear him and then said in a lower tone:

[color=00aeef]"Have you perhaps seen a decently sized brown shoulder bag around here? I've misplaced it and I can't quite remember where I put it. I'd also rather not have to feel indebted to one of the gun goons if they find it, so I'm trying to keep this on the low down."[/color]

Sam knew the guards were in the facility to assist the scientists, but many of them were arrogant jerks with little brain and a superiority complex, so he detested working with them. He much preferred the subjects, mostly because they had more reason to be rude to him.