Solekii

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FINALLY I can get my post up. Alright everyone, just need an establishing post and such, and we'll get to starting to break out pretty soon.

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Marcus

"Get up," comes a voice from outside my cage.

"No thanks," I murmur back, trying to look relaxed laying back on the floor but internally resisting the order with everything I've got.

I glance up just in time to catch an intimidating-looking guard with rough features and an unshaven face glare down at me. His eyes were hard as stone. Just once I wish they'd send a guy who didn't look like he'd just had a fight with his wife and wants to take his problems out on me for his having to spend the night on the couch. What a grouch.

I also have to wonder why I even know what a couch is. Or a wife, for that matter. Must be stuff they 'programmed' in me. Or stuff I knew before I got here. My earliest memory is waking up in a box, then everything else is just tests and orders and cold steel floors. This place is so sterile and unimaginative. At least they let me have clothes--They almost didn't when I first arrived, but some of the guards didn't like the way my bad leg looked. Seriously, the leg was the problem so they gave me some pants. Then later a shirt when the heat broke that one time--something I refuse to give up. I always have to wonder why they never fixed my leg properly. We have the ability to genetically splice people with whatever the hell they want, why can't they clone me a new leg or something? Or build one if I'm the android they think I am. Maybe they don't think it's worth their time.

The guard is still glaring at me. Why isn't he saying anything? Is he waiting? Seeing how long I can resist? I try to remain looking as relaxed and laid back as possible--but I'm getting agitated. Damn it, he's going to win, isn't he?

I can't take it anymore. That nagging, stressful feeling is back. It happens whenever I try and resist an order, especially such a direct one. I try to hold back, but I'm already starting to stand. Wonderful.

"Still some resistance..." the guard mutters, seeming annoyed.

I narrow my eyes at him. "You're damn right I'm re--"

"Shut up!" he cries, slapping me across the face. Immediately I stop. I try to speak again but the order was too strong this time. I have to take it. "Alright," the guard continues. "stand perfectly still. Do not flinch."

Always a good sign when they say 'do not flinch'. I brace myself, but am forced to do as he says. He raises a fist. I see it coming, I know what he's going to do but the second he hits me, I can't even stumble back. I can feel it too. Right in the nose... hurts like hell, but they never believe me when I say so. They assume I'm lying to seem more 'human'. But I'm not. It actually freaking hurts.

The guard nods. "Good. Much better." He seems satisfied. These guys always come by when they have free time. They don't really care if I react or not, they just like to come by when they feel like hitting something. He started to turn away, then quickly whirled around, grabbing my shoulders and pulling me down, forcing me to double over as he knees me in the stomach. I want to at least gasp or something, but I can't react. He ordered me not to.

"That's for resisting the first time," he snapped, then let me go. "The order is complete. Resume as you were."

He quickly heads out of my cage and locks the door behind him. I immediately sink to my knees. Damn it that hurt. According to them I shouldn't need to breathe either--but I do anyway and that really knocked the wind out of me. At least he didn't go for my groin. For the record, whether I am an android or not, that still hurts, and yes I'm anatomically correct.

When I've caught my breath again, I look around the room at the other cages. So many of us 'experiments' in here... so many sapient beings treated like defective machinery and dangerous 'pets' nobody wants anymore. It makes me sick.

And that's why I'm getting out of here. When the guards come back tomorrow, chaos will be there to greet them. I can hardly wait.

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Neil

They're tormenting the android again. They seem to love doing that. They give him orders and he obeys, it's the easiest thing in the world to take advantage of. I've seen him coming back from 'tests' before looking perfectly stiff and obedient and unharmed--and then the second they tell him to relax, he collapses. I have to wonder what they do to him there, and how hard they think they can push him--and what his limit is.

And then I wonder if it matters. It isn't as though we could simply get out of here. Even if we got out of the cages, there's still the guards to worry about, and the fact that I am fairly certain we are on a space station of some kind. So how do we get off? Where do we go? There are simply too many factors to consider.

And even if we did steal a ship... what planet would welcome things like us? And how would we hide the bright orange collars with our numbers printed on them? I've tried everything to get mine off but the material just won't budge.

Sighing, I lay back down. Doesn't look like they plan on feeding me today--which I've begun to understand is how they're keeping me in this form. It takes a hell of a lot of energy to maintain human form and half starved as I am, I can't even manage a hand right now. Currently, I'm trapped in an animal state--a cheetah to be exact. And an albino one, as if I didn't stand out enough as it is. My mind is perfectly human, and I would love to keep it this way--however, the guards seem to think that's stupid, and they're constantly trying to 'train' me. Of course, you can bet they're using negative reinforcement. I'm sick of it. I'm sick of running on that stupid treadmill. I'm sick of being shocked, sick of being tested on, sick of the numerous unknown shots they keep giving me. I just want to rest, but I can't even do that properly as every time I try to sleep, I'm woken up half-way through the night by partially realized nightmares I can never remember in the... 'morning', or whatever it is that passes for morning here. I don't know. It's always dark in the cages. Always. I suppose that's fine, though. As an albino, my eyes are sensitive to light anyway. Still, just once I wish I knew what time it was. Even if time is an abstract concept in space.... I'd like to know what time it is somewhere on Earth--pick a place, I don't care. Just stick to it.

Well, whatever. It doesn't matter in the long run, as I'm going to be trapped here for the foreseeable future. I wish I could at least communicate with someone. Anyone would do. Even that crazy android in the cage next to mine. I don't know why he continues to try resistance in such a hopeless situation. I'd like to ask him... if I had a tongue that could do anything other than lap up water.... and higher developed vocal chords. I really hate this animal state. Okay, sure, I run fast. Big whoop. Humans can speak and sing and write and draw and play instruments. What good is a sapient mind if your body won't allow you to make full use of it?

I decide I might as well try sleeping again. What else is there to do? Maybe this time I'll remember the nightmares....

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FrozenEcstasy said
Everyone's parents also die in front of them -shrug-Eat your heart outEdit: Spoilers stop there.

Eh, well, Alec may have mixed feelings on that.

Incidentally, I like how this is the Beginning of the And. xP

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AkiBlue said
Just wanted to know for future reference. I don't think I'll be playing an NPC.

Well if you need one, just ask and it should be fine.

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FrozenEcstasy said
Just so we're all clear, everyone understands everyone dies in the first chapter? :3

Funny I should use Alec. He winds up dying in over half the RPs I put him in. xD Of course, he usually comes back somehow, but still.

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Nyarlathotep said
I was wondering how viable a literal living stuffed animal is?Initially, I had planned to make a CS for a prototype of the fictional Lively Bear line of teddy bear products. This prototype is a Lively Bear whose stem cells expressed the wrong genes: patches of fur of the wrong variety, scales on some parts of its body, teeth and claws where a cute mouth and stubby appendages were supposed to be, etc.. While he was supposed to be an actual living teddy bear, the only part of his description that's correct is the "living" part.A mixture of technology and organic matter makes up the inside of his rotund appearance and so forth.Let me know if this is something that won't work in the context of this story.

Yeah, I do think we have enough characters for now, but if someone drops out or we decide we need some more, I'll send you a PM.

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AkiBlue said
So~ Solekii, out of pre-story curiosity, will we be able to use the scientists as NPCs or will there be like main scientists that you'll control? Just a thought. Not all GMs want people making NPCs you know.

We'll be escaping fairly soon, as it would be difficult to do much with all those guards everywhere. I'll have a few posts in the lab, but we should probably start trying to get out pretty soon. But until then, it would be fine so long as you just run by what you want to do with the NPC first.

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Kiddo said
Such laaaaaaaaanguage! D:

Oops. Is that a problem? I'm used to writing from Alec's direct perspective and he swears. It came naturally. Want me to censor myself?

Okay, I took out some of it but left the mild stuff. Honestly, I tend to completely forget about censorship. At least I never go overboard with heavy stuff. In fact, nothing in that was heavy. Just tell me if it's too much.

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Yeah, sorry about that. I lost my muse a little and yeah, my PC also crashed when doing the new post. So the post is... eh. But at least it's up. I'll get Alec to the room in the next one.

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Screw it. He was going to see her.

It didn't matter any more. It didn't matter at all. He was going to see her and he didn't give a damn who tried to stop him. Hell, he'd crawl through the hospital window if he had to. Alec was going to see his sister.

Of course, with his luck, that window would likely be on the 12th floor, half a foot wide with nothing but flat cement leading up the wall to get there. But damn it, he would find a way to get to her... it was his fault anyway... his fault she got so hurt.

Frankly, he looked like he needed to go to the hospital too, with one black eye, an untreated burn snaking along the length of his left arm, another on his back, and various half-healed bruises everywhere else. He looked like he'd been in a fight--which would seem completely out of character to anyone who knew him. Alec was totally pacifistic. He hated fighting. Hated everything about it. No, the scrapes and bruises were from something else that he didn't feel like thinking about. And the burn was something unrelated--well, sort of related and sort of not. Of course that didn't matter, he didn't plan on thinking about either.

The only thing on his mind was his little sister, Evelyn, and how he absolutely needed to see her.

So that was that. He wasn't going back to the hotel room--not by a longshot. Goddamn it, he hated having to share a room with those people. His 'parents'., who he'd rather consider strangers. Well, it wasn't his mother's fault but--

--Enough of that.

Alright. He would be going to the hospital regardless of anything. If they found out the consequences would be dire, but right now Alec didn't give a crap about that. He bypassed the route to the hotel and headed for a bus stop instead, trying to remember which one he needed to take to get to the hospital Evelyn was at. He kind of wished he had his guitar with him--but of course, it was gone now. Depressing...

Goddamn it, all of this was his fault.... He should have known. Or tried harder or... or something.

He sighed. Well, no point in worrying over that now. If he saw her, he could apologise and maybe try and make it right... yeah, that was something.

The bus came then and he got on. It was practically empty, which was all fine as he didn't really feel like dealing with people much at the moment. All power to the introverts. It took several stops and one bus change to get to the hospital, but when he finally did, he found himself hesitating. What if she didn't want to see him? And how would he even find her room? He didn't know anything. Nobody told him. Nobody ever did.

Well... might as well ask. Maybe they had information at the front desk. Alec headed inside and looked around for a moment. Funny, for some reason he felt like he needed to be doing something else as well... Like there was somewhere he needed to be. Strange... Oh well, it was probably nothing.