Rawk

The Unwanted. Superpowered RP with a hint of horror.

@Xandrya Is that what the kids are calling it these days?

The Change - a modern horror (Rawk & Xandrya) - MATURE CONTENT (CLOSED)

A few items of note:

- The sedatives may only last a few hours before Kelly really has full control of her body and senses.

- This is really a period of exploration, so do what you want, but keep in mind the security measures and RP them accordingly.

- Your senses are slowly becoming more acute, so things like smells are much stronger, and sounds a normal person wouldn't hear tend to be more prominent.

- Self control (to a degree) is becoming much more difficult as your body and mind are going through the slow processes, so she is more prone to violent streaks, more out of instinct than anything else (think of a cornered wild animal).

The Change - a modern horror (Rawk & Xandrya) - MATURE CONTENT (CLOSED)

Kelly’s mind was dulled by the recent injection of sedatives, a cocktail the orderlies jokingly referred to as “purple haze”, as they rolled the gurney up against the far wall of the small room. The single light above flickered in random intervals, causing a strobe effect that made the dim shadows it cast from nearby objects appear to be dancing in time. One of the orderlies, a thin, younger man with a lazy eye leaned over the patient’s numbed body, and then looked back at his taller, chunkier co-worker.

“Hey Dan, come help me flip her over on her back. I just want to take a look at something.” He said with a half smile that revealed damaged & yellowed teeth.

“Geez man, just be quick before the Doc gets here.” The lumbering orderly sighed and stepped over next to the gurney, lifted Kelly’s body and turned her around. The thin one ran his hand up and under her gown, groping around her midsection and smiling. “How’s that feel bitch? You’re so high flying right now that it wouldn’t matter what me and my buddy did to you. We own you, ya know.”

He removed his hand, and leaned in closer, staring at her heavy eyelids and half-opened mouth, before placing both of his dirty fingers between her teeth to pry it open further.

“Well look at that Dan” The thin one said, pointing at Kelly’s opened mouth. “This bitch has a tongue stud. You know what that means, right? I bet this ho sucked a whole lot of d-”

“What in the nine hells are you two idiots doing?” The loud accented voice came from the doorway.

"Shit, Doc Z...eh, we were just leaving." The thin kid said nervously.

“Get back to work, both of you!” The doctor moved out of the way, as both orderlies exited the room in a hurry, but not before the trailing one received a sharp crack in the back of the head with the clipboard.

The doctor stepped over to the gurney and shook his head in disappointment as he straightened out the patient’s gown, and gently pushed his hand under her chin to close her mouth.

“My apologies Miss Denver. Good help is terribly difficult to find in this place, but rest assured that a swift reprimand will find those two soon enough. I don’t tolerate patient abuse here at my facility.”

He pressed two fingers against her neck and checked his watch. “My name is Doctor Zvikas, or simple ‘Doctor Z’ if you prefer. I am the lead psychiatrist here at Bridgewater and will be attending to you during your stay with us.”

The doctor’s expression appeared sincere enough, with a warm smile attached to a clean-cut appearance, and piercing blue eyes that almost seemed to glow even in the low light. His thick dark hair, kept neatly combed back, had random streaks of gray that probably put him around his mid-forties. He began flipping through the documents attached to his clipboard, nodding his head as he scanned through each one.

“Well, I don’t need to remind you why you’re here, only that we hope our extended treatments and interactions will help you along your path of recovery. “

He folded the notes back and stared up at the flickering light with a soured expression. “And I’ll see about getting this light fixed.”

Doctor Zvikas turned and headed toward the door. “In the meantime, relax and I’ll come to check on you later. Oh, and currently you are not restrained to that bed, but that doesn’t mean you have free reign to roam around as you will. This door will be locked and we have armed patrols on this floor, so if you need something, then let the nurses station know by pressing the call button on this console here near the door.”

He exited the room, closing and locking the door behind him, and the only sound Kelly could hear at that moment was her own irregular heartbeat. The sedatives kept everything dead and vulnerable, both which brought even more misery to her, fearing that she may never see her old life again. Fearing she may be alone in this wretched place...

Czigani

The girl struggled against the restraints, and with every movement they seemed to become tighter and more uncomfortable, causing burns on her skin and frustration everywhere else. Unfortunately, the sedative those two freaks had pumped into her system a few hours ago was wearing off and the once dulled pain began to resurface in a bad way. She wanted to scream, but lacked the strength, or to be more exact, the will to care, as most of her rage had been exhausted enough previously. The smells of her room repulsed her more than anything else, and her gown was soiled with her own urine, which was turning more rank as time passed. She needed to get out, to run away and escape this hell hole. It wouldn’t have been the first time since she was here, and it wouldn’t be the last. The thought left a slight grin on her lips, but was quickly vanquished by her thoughts of home, of her long-dead parents, and the life of family and music she had once enjoyed.

“Ya skuchayu po tebe.” She muttered in Russian, a language she spoke very rarely, and only around her parents when they were still alive. I miss you. She echoed the same in her head, trying to hold on to the strands of memories that this place slowly stole from each person.

The sound of the Doctor’s loud, yet muffled voice snapped her back to her terrible reality, as Czigani could hear the faint goings-on in the room next door. She smirked, realizing ol’ Zvikas had to keep his two lap dogs on a short leash once again. Why he kept them around she couldn’t understand, but the Doctor himself just didn’t seem to fit in this place. Either way, whoever the new victim was in the room next to hers was, Czigani hoped they would focus their attention on them and not her. She didn’t need the attention they gave her.

She didn’t need anyone.

@Xandrya

Star Wars: A New Beginning

@Sleater Yeah man, good to see you weren't vaporized.

The Unwanted. Superpowered RP with a hint of horror.

“Oh shit pipes...five and half hours of driving?”

Vincent complained in the back seat as he laid against the headrest and fiddled with the window control. He was surprised that had made it out of the precinct as quickly and efficiently as they had, but part of him wasn’t so surprised considering they’ve had a stretch of some fucked up luck ever since they all met. He also didn’t like all the cloak and dagger that seemed to be happening around him, even though, in a way, it was thrilling to feel like he was in an espionage movie. He grinned to himself, as he stared at Jennifer up in the passenger’s seat, imagining her as a “Bond girl” and wishing he were 007 himself. Of course then the question still remained...shaken or stirred?

He was about to say something until Jennifer spoke first, addressing Nate on this mysterious fellow named “Elijah”. Nate seemed to know a lot of people, and Vin wondered if this was the guy who would help sort all the mess out. In the back of his, however, Detective Michaels warnings rang loud and clear, but Vincent hoped he was wrong about the kid. For all of our sakes.

“Oh yeah, I definitely could go for some grub right about now.” He said chimed in excitedly, responding to Jennifer’s suggestion to get some food, as he leaned up directly behind her seat. “And wherever we end up going, let’s make sure they have a full fuckin’ stock of top shelf booze, because I know we could all use a hard drink right about now.”

The thought made him perk up, that, or perhaps it was the fragrant conditioner Jennifer used in her hair, but either way Vincent needed to decompress or fear losing his mind.

“Your hair smells awesome by the way.” He said, grinning from ear to ear as he poked his head over Jennifer’s seat. “I probably should have joined you earlier...ya know, to save water and all.”

@Xandrya
@Subject Zero

Star Wars: A New Beginning

Yeah, I think both of our characters are more or less in a state of flux until the Milano starts to see some action, then we'll get up off our asses and put down the Sabacc cards :)

The Change - a modern horror (Rawk & Xandrya) - MATURE CONTENT (CLOSED)

@Xandrya

Ok, since Kelly is already at the hospital, she is being moved to the opposite wing in a room next to where Czi is. You have free reign to control any npc except for Doctor Z, so go crazy (pun intended) as she makes her way from point A to point B.

A few things to keep in mind:

- Hospital is quite crowded, so you'll see a lot of various patience, plenty of opportunity to get creative.
- It's in severe disrepair
- Most of the staff is overworked and underpaid
- Armed guards patrol the hallways
- This is not a happy place in the slightest

The Change - a modern horror (Rawk & Xandrya) - MATURE CONTENT (CLOSED)

We chase misprinted lies
We face the path of time
And yet I fight
And yet I fight
This battle all alone
No one to cry to
No place to call home

The words came slow and steady from her lips, song lyrics she’d known for years and sung repeatedly to herself every day as a lullaby since her arrival to this place. It kept her mind at ease and grounded into a life she once knew, a life that had seemingly come to an end through a series of unfortunate events. And yet now, each line of the song seemed fragmented, hazy, and meaningless. Had it been hours? Days? Weeks? Of this, she had no bearing, no baseline to judge her passing moments. Time had no place in this shithole.

The hum of the exhaust fan above became almost hypnotic, whereas even the annoying rattling and squeaking of the internal metal gears were soon phased out, leaving a somewhat bearable droning sound of white noise in it’s place that provided a decent focal point to clear away the cacophony of echoes. She wanted to be far off in another world, to allow her mind to be free from her body as long as possible, but whatever toxins they had pumped into her system didn’t allow such luxuries as independent thought. Not much thought at all really as her eyes remained wide open, staring at the moldy, cracked, and sagging yellowed ceiling tiles. Drops of water from leaky pipes in the ceiling ran down from the tiles, and onto the filthy checkered linoleum floor causing a pool of murky water in the corner that the attracted thirsty rats from time to time. The fluorescent lighting was poor, and with barely a single bulb working properly, shrouded the small desolate room with an eerie dimness, desaturating color that may have once existed.

The girl’s wrists and ankles were strapped to a crude hospital bed that had seen better days, matching the dank, somber atmosphere that was her new living quarters since the incident a few hours earlier involving an orderly who was being less than inappropriate. The woman’s body was bruised, beaten, and defiled. Her face covered in a mixture of grime, cuts, and dried blood, but not of her own blood. She grinned at the fleeting thought of that moment when the stranger decided to touch her in ways that should not be, and knew he deserved every bit of the pain inflicted unto him. It was pain, bitterness, and regret stored up for a long time, locked away down below where no one had to see it. But he saw it. He saw the fires of rage erupt in her eyes, even while he pinned her struggling body down to take what didn’t belong to him. But in the end, the bastard allowed his own selfishness and perverse sexual appetite to skew his better judgement, only fueling the monster inside the woman to lash out in a flurry of teeth and nails, peeling flesh from face until there was only an unidentifiable shell of a man laying in his own pool of blood, piss, and maimed organs, writhing in the agony he inflicted on himself.

It wasn’t the first time the wayward girl had been consumed by the inevitable darkness growing inside her. In fact, it was that unusual disposition which landed her in the prison system, forever labelling her “psychopathic” and unfit for civil society. This imprisonment of mind and body that seemed to have no end or means of escape. Perhaps this was her fate, to be caged like some primitive animal for the rest of her life, locked away in a place that seemed to care nothing for treatments or rehabilitation, but rather torment, disgrace, and dehumanization.

Maybe this is what hell truly is.

The door on the other side of the room squeaked opened, pouring in brighter light from the hallway, revealing a silhouetted figure in a lab coat.

“Good evening 2-6-1-7, I trust you've had time to reflect on things. My name is Doctor Zvikas, or ‘Z’ if you prefer. It makes no difference to me.”

The doctor's voice was smooth, with a slight Eastern European accent. He stepped over to the bedside, checking the integrity of the restraints and moved to have a better look at his patient’s wounds. The woman flinched as his cold hands touched her shoulder and neck, staring at his otherwise non-threatening appearance through a drug-induced haze that wanted nothing more than to gouge his steel blue eyes out.

“The shaved head suits you.” He said with a hint of sarcasm.

Not that she had a choice in the matter since her hair was cut and an electric razor run through it until nothing was left. The process, as she was told, had been standard protocol along with strict adherence to stripping and delousing each patient upon arrival, which of course was “for their protection”, whatever that meant. However, she saw it as nothing more than a public shaming, more so out of perverse pleasure than any practical reasons.

The woman tried to say something in response but it came out as a mere whisper. The doctor leaned in just close enough to hear her utter the words “Go fuck yourself” before turning her head to look away.

“Charming.” The doctor said with a soured expression. “But that’ll have to wait I'm afraid, as you have a new neighbor on their way soon, and her room needs the proper preparations."

Doctor Zvikas lifted his clipboard and scribbled a few notes before turning and heading for the door. “You'll warm up to this place my dear. Just remember, we have all the time in the world…” A slight chuckle could be heard in his voice as it drifted away and the door was shut behind him.

@Xandrya

The Change - a modern horror (Rawk & Xandrya) - MATURE CONTENT (CLOSED)

Yeah, you don't know my mind,
You don't know my kind,
Dark necessities are part of my design.

Sure, you’ve heard that the supernatural exist in some form or another, in this world or perhaps another plane altogether. And yet they choose to be seen or simply dwell in the shadows as folklore, myth, and campfire stories for no other reason than to be left alone. No doubt, you’ve seen the movies, read the books, and even played a game or two on the subject. Vampires. Demons. Wraiths. Sea Monsters. Shit, even those flaky little sprites and faeries. They all make for great fiction, although whether or not they still roam around with the living remains to be seen.

But what about werewolves? Those mindless “giant dogs” that run amuck, terrorizing and preying on the innocent during the light of the full moon? No way, that’s Hollywood’s idea of the beast, and while they are creatures of raw power, instinct, and even some mysticism, the werewolf is anything but a mindless savage.

Werewolves have been a topic not often brought up within a circle of paranormal conversations. And why not? Well, I suppose the creatures are exceptionally adept at hiding their presence as any good predator would be, however, like most secrets, there is always more to it than that. Secrets that only those with the gift of the wolf would begin to unravel.

I’m not insinuating werewolves exist in massive numbers, running about in the wilds and cities, doing as they please. No, the hunters of old took care of those problems long ago, driving their numbers into the ground when this country was in it’s infancy over 200 years ago. But what I am saying is that the beasts still exist unbeknownst to us, living inside those few chosen human vessels, whether by bloodline or bite, lying stagnant until the day comes for The Change. The moment when the life you thought you knew vanished and was born anew into darkness and rage.

The Unwanted. Superpowered RP with a hint of horror.

@AcerRo

btw, who's car was being "controlled" in your last post?