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Post by rileywilson on Oct 21, 2011 1:17:18 GMT -5
*I see Red looking around. It's time for the lesson to begin*
See all these people, Red? They are all families, protected and happy *A couple of kids run by, laughing. Red steps back a little so they don't run into her* It's a life you can never have. You were made to combat killjoys, Red. You are a weapon. Never forget that.
*I let her watch the civilians a little longer before we go in. All the happy, happy people. Really, no one is ever naturally that happy...*
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Post by redhavoc on Oct 21, 2011 1:53:18 GMT -5
*I look at the families, wanting more than ever to just be taken care of. I imagine parents that would buy me stuff I don't need just because, siblings to play with, and even a friend or two that would live next door. I follow Wilson into the Tower still lost in my fantasy, not realizing that this is Wilson's intent*
*We go back to my room. I don't fight as they strap me down and roll up my sleeves, revealing the needle-marks. They make some more, injecting me first with a plesant painkiller as I watch videos of families and friends. Ice-cream and laughter. I vaugly wonder if this is from before or after the wars. I gasp as the scenes start to change. The families catch fire, their burned bodies screaming into the night, or are slaughtered by...by....by killjoys. They inject a painful stimulant into my system and I cry out. The images continue and I can't look away*
*As the hours wear on, the killjoys are juxtaposed with monsters, BLI families with victims. I stop seeing the difference. It's a wonder I survivied my time with them at all. Masked demons... and I am the weapon to stop them*
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Post by rileywilson on Oct 21, 2011 2:03:07 GMT -5
*I leave as soon as Red is settled. Everything is now prepared for tomorrow. I go back to Orwell's office. He's not in, so I casually pick up the paper and begin reading. I chuckle at the mousecat comic. At least someone in the propaganda department has a sense of humor*
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Rachel Mahoney
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Post by Rachel Mahoney on Oct 21, 2011 4:27:39 GMT -5
*i quickly walk over and collect the two guns. The drac that was held hostage straightens himself up and returns to his post, and do the same. I quickly swallow another pill to help myself stay relaxed and not get too jumpy*
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Post by Jonathon Orwell on Oct 21, 2011 8:06:04 GMT -5
*The confrontation with the prisoners has made me unwilling to deal with Alex. The nurses should be able to handle it for a few hours. I did leave them the right medication to start it on. I walk back up to my office and find Wilson. Finding the coffee pot empty I make a cup of tea and sit down at my desk.* How are our special guests?
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Post by NotACoolKid on Oct 21, 2011 9:37:48 GMT -5
*Orwell leaves, and Nack realizes he's at the mercy of the doctors now. But it seems that they don't take much notice of the change. One smiles at Nack and produces a needle, and it's at this exact moment that Nack can no longer take it. He doesn't know what's in that syringe and he hopes he never does. In a fight of frustration and fear, he finally breaks, tears streaming down his face.*
No. No, please. Don't make me like you. I love my life. Please. I should...I should never have left my home. P-please!
*The smile never falters on the nurse, and soon the needle is plunged into Nack's forearm. He screams, not because of pain, but because he knows, he just knows that this is it. The plunger goes down and the drug, albeit a starter dose, rushes through his veins.*
*Thirty seconds pass in relative chaos, Nack struggling against his straps, a scream issuing from his throat. But then the cry starts to die down and the struggling ceases. Why was he ever afraid of this? This medicine is exactly what he needed to cure him. Life is suddenly beautiful, and he can't remember why he was trying to fight this in the first place. The doctors run a few more tests on him without opposition and then they unstrap him. Today was about whetting his appetite for the drug, not about assimilation. No. Not yet.*
*The nurses escort Alex back to his cell and replace the lock, but he doesn't mind. It was so nice of them to provide for him like this. A sideways glance meets the others, and he notices Jump crying. What a silly man. There's no point of tears. Life is beautiful.*
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Post by rileywilson on Oct 21, 2011 10:16:20 GMT -5
*I look over at Wilson* They're breaking. I ran some tests then started specialized Wolfblood treatment on each. They'll need several more sessions, but due to their high drug tolerances I started them further along in the treatment than normal. And tomorrow I drive the wedge between them for good. How are the killjoys?*
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Post by Jonathon Orwell on Oct 21, 2011 10:47:36 GMT -5
*I smile crookedly and fold my hands, placing them on my desk.* They are... being difficult. Nothing we can not fix of course. I already have Alex, the unknown gender, under a new set of medication. It should be comfortable and should not resist us trying to assimilating it. Main, she seems on board as long as I can convince the higher ups to not exterminate her for the Sacramento case. The one named Gear I have yet to speak too. Jump. *I pause.* Jump. He is the one that will cause us the most trouble. I want to fix his brother first. That might persuade him to join us.
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Post by rileywilson on Oct 21, 2011 11:41:41 GMT -5
Sounds good. I've been watching the feeds. Neither twin is doing much, which is indicative of depression. My guess is they're codependent, a fact we can and should exploit.
*I pause, leaning closer to Orwell despite the fact that I cleared the room of cameras and microphones myself* Have you heard anything about a promotion? The big-wigs told me they want a demonstration to prove that Max and Red are not a risk factor in the tower, but that's all they would say to me.
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Post by Jonathon Orwell on Oct 21, 2011 11:59:45 GMT -5
I have heard rumors. I was unavailable when they called me for a meeting. I would expect them to have us report to them within the next few days. I would only assume a promotion due to their reaction when we arrived with the amount of prisoners we did. We barely had any casualties in our unit. Based off the files I have read I would say that is a new record. If not a new one, at least a significant achievement. *I stand up and stretch my arms behind my back.* If we are to have a demonstration I would like to speed up Red and Max's procedure.
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Post by rileywilson on Oct 21, 2011 14:29:35 GMT -5
*I nod, thinking* I was going to start the next phase tomorrow, but give them a few hours to rest after the wolfblood sessions and we can start tonight.
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Post by Jonathon Orwell on Oct 21, 2011 18:26:30 GMT -5
If you do not mind I would like to watch. Especially for Max's session. *I smile and check the monitors. All the killjoys are back into their cells including Alex who seems relaxed. Good. The other twin is still unconscious in his room.* Would you like to go check on the injured killjoy. He goes by the name Petroleum Blaster.
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Post by rileywilson on Oct 21, 2011 20:23:50 GMT -5
PB & J? Cute. We'll have to give them real names as soon as possible. Those killjoy names get more ridiculous every day. I'd like to try a purely audio version of Wolfblood on him, if that's alright with you. I want to see how effective it is versus visual stimulation. Are you coming with me?
*I put down the paper and go to the door*
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Post by Jonathon Orwell on Oct 21, 2011 20:28:24 GMT -5
*I nod and follow him out, locking my door to my office.* I do not believe I have had the opportunity to see a Wolfblood session. I am intrigued. Audio would be just fine.
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Post by rileywilson on Oct 21, 2011 20:36:34 GMT -5
*We walk down the hall* It's a pretty simple idea. We give painful or pleasant injections to a patient based on what they are seeing (or hearing). They begin to associate BLI with feeling good and killjoys or whatever with feeling bad. And, believe me, deep down everyone wants to feel good.
The process can take many or a few multiple hour sessions, depending on the person and the intensity of the session.
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Yes, I'm still running - sort of. But it is lonely out here. Haven't seen anyone else for a while.
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