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Post by redhavoc on Jan 8, 2012 1:07:55 GMT -5
/Sir, I don't have a choice now, I didn't have a choice then. With no family I'm officially BLI property/ *I don't know why, but I keep typing, part of the truth spilling into the keystrokes* /I guess, I just want my life to mean something before a bullet gets me. I can't ask for more than that. Can I ask a small favor? I'd like to know when my birthday is, if the file says. I've never known/
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Post by Hank Manson on Jan 8, 2012 1:23:11 GMT -5
*I look up Red's file and search. Her birthday is next week. Better not to tell her. She doesn't need something to excite her right now. I can tell her before she leaves, IF she leaves.* It doesn't say. I'm sorry, Red. *I get up and begin looking through more files, i'm not really searching for anything, just trying to stay away from looking at her* Red, you don't have a choice now. But you DID. And I have to say, i hate to know that you wasted your life.
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Post by redhavoc on Jan 8, 2012 1:28:44 GMT -5
/I did?/ *I type, throughly confused. A memory surfaces, a killjoy yelling at me that we all have a choice. I try to bury it again, shaking my head. Must be the loss of blood. Wasted? I look at my powerful, talented BLI hands and arms, now scrawny with abuse. What choice did I have?*
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Post by Hank Manson on Jan 8, 2012 1:35:45 GMT -5
*Thoughts flood my head of memories past. the bombs, my sister, my family, everything. I crumple up the files in my hand and shut the cabinet* Yes. You did. Everyone has a god damned choice. I choose to work with BLI because they pay me. I could kill you right now, but i do not. You let yourself get here. This position you are in, right now, is your fault. You see me? This is what happens when you make the wrong choices. *I storm to my room and open the door, then shut it behind me* Choices...
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Post by redhavoc on Jan 8, 2012 1:44:38 GMT -5
*I watch Hank leave, not sure if he is angry at me or not. I have the feeling that he was thinking about more than the present situation, though... I sit there for a few minutes after he leaves, making sure nothing more will happen. Watching LaCY carefully, I make my way to the bed, glad for any chance I get to sleep. I get into bed and try not to think about Hank's words, but it proves impossible...*
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Post by Hank Manson on Jan 8, 2012 1:55:32 GMT -5
You insignificant waste. *LaCY comes down and her arms grab Red, lifting her up to meet her eye* Who do you think you are? He stopped a test for you. Because you are weak. I hate you. You will not show weakness tomorrow, or else i will kill you. *Her eyes turns red, as opposed to blue* Don't. Cross. Me.
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Post by redhavoc on Jan 8, 2012 2:00:07 GMT -5
*I nod vigorously, honestly more terrified of LaCY at the moment than Hank. I never tried to make her angry... I wince and can't help moan as the AI's arms squeeze my own, hard enough that I can feel it all the way to the bone. I look up at her pleadingly, asking her to stop*
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Post by Hank Manson on Jan 8, 2012 2:03:55 GMT -5
Are you in pain? *LaCY squeezes harder, and simulates a look of anger, as much as she can with one eye* Weak little humans, feeling pain, begging for mercy. He stops every test before we can learn anything. For you. I've just about had enough of you. *LaCY drops her to the table and goes back up into the ceiling* Also, you're fat.
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Post by redhavoc on Jan 8, 2012 2:10:47 GMT -5
*I rub my arms to gain circulation back, the pins and needles meaning my body is starting to heal the muscle LaCY crushed. I watch a large purple bruise start to blossom on each arm where the robotic arms gripped me. They'll be gone my tomorrow... I hug myself and turn in the bed, trying to fall asleep. After that fails I stare at the white paneling on the walls, listening to the hum of machinery*
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Post by Hank Manson on Jan 8, 2012 2:27:38 GMT -5
*I hear a commotion outside and instantly head out. I see Red trembling on the table and walk over to her. I put a hand on her shoulder and wonder what happened.* Red, are you okay? *I ask, slightly panicked.
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Post by redhavoc on Jan 8, 2012 2:34:52 GMT -5
*I nod, pulling my shirt down around my arms as best I can. I know if Hank gets mad at Lacy it will just mean more trouble for me. I look up at Hank, meeting his eyes, trying to tell him I'm fine*
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Post by Hank Manson on Jan 8, 2012 2:42:12 GMT -5
*I frown lightly, knowing something is wrong. I look up at LaCY, and instantly know what's going on*
She isn't the subject you wanted, Hank. *LaCY comes down, looking at Red, then looking at me.* She's a replacement, nothing more.
I want her NOW, LaCY! She's great! She survives!
Because you allow her to! You have saved her from every test thus far! She isn't your sister, Hank!
The Hell do you know about my sister... *I step back from Red, who looks more confused than usual.* that has nothing to do wi-
Yes it does, and you know it! We aren't learning anything from her! She's useless to us!
She's useful to me, LaCY, why can't you understand that? *I look at Red and gaze into her scared little eyes.* You're not human. You don't get it...
You're right, I don't. So i will have no remorse for this. *LaCY sends a metallic arm down and clasps onto Red's neck.* It's for your own good, hank. For science!
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Post by redhavoc on Jan 8, 2012 2:54:46 GMT -5
*My eyes widen as I realize what is going on. I start gasping for air as the robotic hand tightens. I grip the metal around my throat in despairation even though I know that no human physical power can stop that grip. The world begins to turn hazy...*
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Post by Arson Anthem on Jan 8, 2012 14:13:31 GMT -5
(From 'Hospital Wing' pg 28)
*Gun raised, I step out of the lift with the others, looking around. The basement makes me uneasy - it's nothing like any other occupied part of the Tower I've seen. What could they want Red down here for? I glance over at Retro, though she said she hadn't been down here either. I put a finger to my lips, then start moving forward as silently as possible, scanning the shadows as I pass and watching for any motion ahead. I think I can hear something, but it's so faint I'm not sure*
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Post by Sylvia Main on Jan 8, 2012 15:50:52 GMT -5
*I grab Gear's arm when he goes to follow Arson and lead him a bit away from the group.* If BLI figures out you're here you're as good as trapped. There aren't many elevators leading out of this portion of the basement so I'm going to go up and guard the door. Find Red and meet me up there. Don't worry about me turning you in either, Arson has some blackmail to prevent me from doing that. *I smirk, remembering that she knows where that fucking remote is buried. I don't let him reply, instead popping back into the elevator and giving them a quick wave as the doors shut.*
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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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