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Post by Volume Virus on Feb 27, 2012 20:21:50 GMT -5
*I feel cold metal on my arms and snap awake quickly. Strange voice...strange place...no weapons...attached to a table. Well, this can't be good.* What kind of pervert are you, tying up a twelve year old? That's sick, even for a Drac. That's what you are, aren't you? Just another piece of Better Living scum?
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Post by Hank Manson on Feb 27, 2012 20:26:00 GMT -5
No, my dear, I'm not really BLI, more like an outside consultant. As for the pervert part... unlike my previous subject, I don't particularly care what happens to you, so let's see where this goes, shall we? *I take a series of needles and one by one begin injecting Nox* Muscle stimulant, sedative, thermal resistance cocktail, calcium supplements...
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Post by Volume Virus on Feb 27, 2012 20:32:52 GMT -5
*I quietly seethe, hissing through my teeth and forcing myself not to cry. He won't get the satisfaction of knowing that it feels like my bones are melting and my blood is boiling and my skin is turning into razors.* I really can't tell were this is going. I'd rather know why exactly I'm being tortured before the torture starts.
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Post by Hank Manson on Feb 27, 2012 20:35:50 GMT -5
Well... *I finish the last injection and smile widely* You aren't going to be tortured. You're going to test my testing chambers, and if everything goes well, then I will go back for Volume Virus. I will have no more use for you, I will have my... fun... and dispose of you. Isn't that wonderful?
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Post by Volume Virus on Feb 27, 2012 20:39:48 GMT -5
That's a trick question, isn't it? Look, Vol's not an idiot. She won't stay in the same place for too long. *I hiss louder through my teeth, fighting hard to keep from crying this time. I feel like I'm being boiled, electrocuted, and frozen all at the same time. My head throbs, my bones are trying to jump out of my skin, my throat tastes like lava, and it feels like some sort of woodpecker has burrowed into my eyes.* You can't honestly think you'll find her there if you just go back.
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Post by Hank Manson on Feb 27, 2012 20:43:43 GMT -5
Oh, dear, i'm counting on it. Once they move, they'll be vulnerable. Simple as that. *I run my hand creepily along her side* Oh, you're so tense... let's fix that...
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Post by Volume Virus on Feb 27, 2012 20:49:05 GMT -5
*I let out a strangled yelp and try to move away, but can barely move two inches with the restraints. Moving hurts. Every single part of my body, from my feet to my forehead, feels like it's just been slashed open with tons of shattered glass, then promptly drenched in alcohol and set on fire.* Don't touch me! Haven't you done enough already?
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Post by Hank Manson on Feb 27, 2012 20:55:52 GMT -5
No... not yet. *I inject a mild sedative into Nox and laugh* Just sleep for now... I can't be held responsible for any pain you feel when you wake... well... I can.
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Post by Volume Virus on Feb 27, 2012 21:00:33 GMT -5
*I scream, unable to stop myself from crying anymore. It's a compound of fear, pain, and fury that's stopping me from fighting it, and it's extremely potent.* If this doesn't kill me, I'm killing myself! Be aware of that, you bastard! You can't control me for long! *My spine arches of its own accord. It's a painful sort of arch, making it feel like the column of bone is suddenly going to spring out of my body.*
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Post by rileywilson on Feb 27, 2012 23:09:32 GMT -5
*I message Hank, requesting a meeting. I've put off talking to the man long enough. I really need the autopsy report on Red. I wonder why it's taken so long for him to give it to me*
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Post by Hank Manson on Feb 28, 2012 16:06:28 GMT -5
*I receive Wilson's message and reply once Nox is knocked out* Wilson, this is Hank. I apologize, I've been extremely busy. We have much to discuss about Ms. Havok...
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Post by rileywilson on Feb 29, 2012 21:56:33 GMT -5
RB: Good, how does now sound? Meet me in presentation room B.
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Post by Hank Manson on Mar 1, 2012 1:16:42 GMT -5
*I mumble under my breath at Wilson's request* Make me move my ass? *I sigh, and radio Wilson back* I will be there momentarily. Give me a few minutes, and I will be up there as soon as I can. Also, if you start to smell sulfur, that is normal. However, should you get the slightest hint of cinnamon... you should probably stop breathing... ten seconds ago... Manson, out.
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Post by rileywilson on Mar 1, 2012 1:42:04 GMT -5
RB:... whatever. Wilson out.
((note: Presentation Room B will be on the thread 'More Equal Than Some' p 23 or 24, it looks like))
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Post by Hank Manson on Mar 2, 2012 14:38:43 GMT -5
Well *I return back to the chamber, Nox is still unconscious* That went rather smoothly...
Hank, I couldn't help but spy on your conversation with Wilson and the possible homosexual. *LaCY snakes her head in closer and stares me down intently* You didn't kill that girl, did you?
LaCY, I don't know what you're talking about. She disintegrated, you can check the database for those records. *I take a seat at my desk and begin planning for Nox's tests.*
Hank... I don't have any memory of that entire period. Did you wipe me?
I haven't the faintest idea what you're talking about, LaCY. There was a power outage, of course your memory was wiped. It wasn't planned, so we didn't have time to copy a backup. At least it was only temporary loss.
I suppose you're right... *LaCY snakes around to get a look at Nox* Why do you have such disdain for the girl?
*I rub my temples and finish typing my page before looking at the mass of wires and lights* Can you go run a diagnostic or something? I need a bit of a rest. Make sure the Gnashers' cages are clean.
Yes, Hank... *LaCY backs away into the ducts and to the cages. Before doing so, however, she takes one last look at Nox and lets out an electronic sigh.*
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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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