Hawlin

Experiments

-Obscure/nonsensical haiku removed-

Yeah, what Sheep said. >_>

Experiments

Should I wait for DB or...
I guess I'll wait. >_>

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2-12-20013
{My Home}

I open my eyes, looking out into the dull white and gray haze of the room. Maybe I was dreaming, it certainly felt like I was, from the mild numbness and warmth in my fingertips. What do I dream about? The fact that I was asking myself this was unnerving; clearly I dream about-
Maybe I didn't know the answer, maybe the thin black masses that now made up my fingers which never really touched each other despite my efforts had me questioning, am I blind?
It was all lucid in ways, looking down and seeing the rest of where my body should be and seeing only a pitch blackness in the vague outline cascading across blurry distorted material. My movement caused soft clicks and scrapes like smooth flatware against itself.
Where and why never factored into the question.
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The sheet over the bed in the cell shuffled, laid across 73 the way one would draw a sheet over the dead. Fingertips dragged along the fabric as a voice popped on softly over the speakers in the room. "Doctor, its aallliiiive!" a female voice playfully shrieks before an 'oof' as whoever was speaking was pushed out of the way. "Yes, well, good morning, 73! Testing will resume momentarily, please do not resist" The doctor spoke, typing a few things before continuing. "The assistants will be there shortly with your gown in the meantime" the voice concluded, leaving the room in silence, the mass under the sheet having sat up by now. After a few moments its head tilts as it chirps, "Sef-enty...Threy?"

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3-8-2014
{My Chamber}

I don't like the assistants; jostling me around, making me feel weird like something was on me. Although, I suppose it was better than the tests. I mean, they were good about being polite, even while drilling into my arms. The light, though...have I always hated like? It really seems so, but why don't they understand it hurts? It hurts one day just as much as it hurts the next. It makes no sense and I've made a point to explain that they were being rude...
The new ones are better about the light.

The Doctor, whose name I never asked, chased the assistants out, grumbling something about how little they actually assist before checking the usual, asking the same questions. Hair sample, say 'ah', does this feel hot (it did, by the way), 'have you heard anyone saying anything out of the ordinary, potentially directed towards staff?'
I had long since resolved myself to silence, certain they didn't really care what I had to say, even about the broadcast over the speakers about an hour ago. What did the doctor have to lie to me about? Everything was routine and they let me know what they were doing. I don't know why but-

A response? Soon after the doctor left, I could have sword I heard someone else. They weren't as confident as the doctors. Who were they?
I let out a click of my teeth, searching the room for anyone before climbing onto the bed, close to the speaker. Soon there were so many replies. Others? The thought had never crossed my mind that there were more. One spoke of a blackout, and then it was quiet.
Were they asking me? Was it for everyone? Could the others hear? This event sparked something inside me which I didn't have the word for at the time, but had come to know as 'hope'.
"Heh-hello?" I whisper, worried someone I couldn't see knew what I was doing. I didn't know what to say, all of their ideas about juice and what sounded like an animal. Figuring I could at least be polite to those who knew what was going on, I tried to introduce myself; "Sefenty Threy. I...hrm" again unsure where to go from there. It was something to talk to, and the idea of the cell being opened interested me. "I caaan hellppp" I offer
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73. Most of what came up were incident reports and opinions about termination, first-hand accounts of accidents a few pictures of the confused subject dressed as a maid with a few female assistants making faces and taking selfies. The rest were chemical compounds and the lead scientist's name along with projected weaponization theories about the compound being added to dirty-bombs.

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*scrambles to write a post, make dinner and have obscure arguments with people about dinner*

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Well, off to work, I guess. :/
I'll post in a bit.

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There may be as few changes in the name department as the story goes, but besides that, Idk what else to add. :/
I also kinda thought of the character in the spur of the moment, so I'm trying to rationalize and prewrite stuff.
Its rocky.

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-Its a callused plant material and flesh compound that's lightweight and has the texture of porcelain. Its about as strong as you'd expect from it being half an inch thick in places. The hardness makes it hard to cut or stab through (but with enough force, it gets the job done). The blunt damage is simply about smashing as much of the shell as possible and burning away the core material by exposing it to light.
-The organs exist, but they don't do much since the matter does mostly everything. I could go into detail but I'd rather clap my hands and yell "Nazi Mysticism". Since explaining chemical interactions within the liver as it reacts to oxygen sounds fun.

EDIT: Fancied up the profile in tiny bits. idk how much easier it is to understand.

Mutants of Barclay

Bump?

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Who said they don't have a mind of their own? Memories,maybe not, but they're self aware and can communicate. Its what's inside that counts...figuratively speaking, of course.

But yeah, I'll going to work on cleaning up the cs when I get back.

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Drake Baku said
2questions left. is she blind and is her body hollow? How about her organs and need to feed if so? Secondly you said poisonous stone breath, im I right that that you mean that she is more like a living stone doll with toxic breath?

Yeah, blind, but they've worked on echolocation. I was thinking of a way of rationalizing a way to see through the eyes(poorly if at all), but can't think of it. They're more or less hollow with most of their internal organs, but its mostly leftover porcelain-like shells with little actual function. The windpipe combined with the vocal chords to make a compact style of organ pipes used for speech. The matter that makes up most of their muscular system is the same matter exhaled, and functions as the primary feeding function by breaking down and assimilating consumed carbon-based material. This considered, the breath weapon is a deliberate action, not a constant. (Out of safety for others, the matter is mostly stored in the arms, legs, stomach, lungs and heart. The containing walls and interior of 73 are softer to expand, contract and move the matter around the body)
Oh, and on a note about the whole "pollutant" thing; after being exposed to UV light for a few seconds(about 10), the mist neutralizes into a harmless hydrogen gas.