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Post by Aanonchan on May 6, 2011 19:39:10 GMT -5
The Facility is underground, that's the only thing the captives know about the place. The Facility is underground, they whisper, and while there are conjectures as to where, nobody knows for sure. But it's always cold. Deathly cold.
Setting A place known as "The Facility". More specifically, within a large hallway in the very underbelly of The Facility. The hallway is lined with cells, each one with a sophisticated locking system, and each one large enough to hold two to four subjects. At one end of the hallway is the exit: a glass door five inches thick and controlled by a retinal scan and a pass code. This glass door leads to a small room, and then the heavy metal door that exits that leads out to the rest of the compound. At the other end, the hallway expands into a glass wall with another door in it. Here are the operating rooms and the living quarters of the main handler of the experiments. The blinds are closed.
Most scientists live in separate quarters higher up in the Facility. The entire compound is military run and military funded. Soldiers act as guards and many doctors have had prior military experience. There is a 'biodome' of sorts where the abilities of experiments are tested. Sometimes for potential buyers, and sometimes for sport. There is a room designed for solitary confinement, and there is an armoury, surveillance room, and a level devoted to hydroponics. The Facility is self-sustaining.
Plot The Facility is an illicit testing site for the United States Government, genetic testing to be exact. It is here that the country's dregs, unwanteds and runaways are held after being captured, drugged, and operated on. Spliced with animal DNA to give them enhanced senses and attributes. Of course, the experiments are just that, experiments. And some have gone horribly wrong.
Needed: Experiments, soldiers/guards, and scientists.
Character List
Scientists: Raston Wolfe, holding area overseer (Played by Aanonchan)
Guards/Soldiers:
Experiments: Miles Render, Experiment 36557 (Played by DarkRed) Liza Beemer, Experiment 013931 (Played by Hizumi) Tik Alska, Experiment 13356 "Feral" (Played by Serynn) December, Experiment 14702 (Played by Clesawolfmage) Tamlin Bryant, Experiment 59736 (Played by Cold)
//Feel free to private message me, create a character, and then post.I look forward to seeing what you all create here.
When you create your character, please include if they are a scientist, guard, or experiment. And if they are an experiment, please include what they are spliced with. Make it obvious, okay?//
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Post by Aanonchan on May 7, 2011 11:39:54 GMT -5
“This is the place where change is made. This is the place where the great minds of our age all think as one. This is the place where we serve our country. This is the place where discoveries are made and the arts of war are improved, and the things we have created, create, and will create will change the world. You should be proud to be here, this is an honour. Remember, knowledge will make us all free now, just as in the past 'Arbeit macht frei' did the same.
This was what the first Military Overseer told me when I sat in front of his desk five years ago, when I first came here. There's nothing about the military outpost overhead that would give this away. Nothing but maybe the little inscription that reads 'scientia' over the main entrance.
Serve my country. What did my country ever do for me? I've been here since I was eighteen, and at first I jumped at a chance to get out, to learn, to live, to put my past behind me, and with an executive pardon I was granted the chance to do so. But of course, it came with its price. I don't even know where this place is, I don't think anyone really does. We're surrounded on all sides by a frozen wasteland, and we live a mile beneath it in the permafrost. A compound big enough to support hundreds of beings, human, and nonhuman alike. This place doesn't exist, but they call it the Facility.
I don't exist either. I suppose I fit right in here.
My name is Raston Wolfe. I'm twenty-three years old. I have no birthday, no social-security number and no identity. The only place I exist is on my ID tag. And the only place that exists is within the Facility. That was one of the conditions, you see?
We are not scientists, we are butchers.
We are not doctors, we are murderers.
And this place is nothing but the Devil's playground.”
The tape jerked to a stop, and Raston stopped as well. His gaze rested heavily on the recorder before he turned it off. The cassette clicked off its port easily and he twisted it in between long, pale fingers. He bent it, he twisted it until its chassis tore, the plastic snapped and the recording tape hung out in a tangled mess like so many silver-black intestines. The tape fell to the floor, and in the silence it made a loud noise that fell on deafened ears.
He did not blink. He stared straight ahead.
Enough days without sleep and everything becomes a copy of a copy of a copy of a copy... the voice echoed monotonously into infinity in his head and he shook several small pills onto his palm. He chewed them up and downed the bitter powder dry. The chant faded to a hum, and his eyes flicked back to reality. The fluorescent lights managed to glimmer through the heavy curtains he kept drawn over the glass walls of his office. He didn't want to see them more than he had to. Idly, he traced his fingertips across the surface of his desk, disturbing dust, rifling papers, gliding along long-cold cups of coffee and stroking delicately a scalpel.
The clock on the wall laughed at him in neon letters. 9:01 He was late.
He rose fluidly from his chair and slid his arms through the sleeves of his white canvas lab coat, he fumbled for the glasses in his pocket and put them on. The right lens was cracked, but that barely bothered him. The Kevlar he wore under his clothing was also uncomfortable, but that didn't bother him either.
His ID tag was clipped to his lapel. Raston Wolfe. He had insisted on it saying that.
He keyed in the code that opened the door of his office and the dissection area to the holding gallery. It moved aside in a hiss of steel and hydraulics. Four inch thick glass.
And Raston Wolfe stared into the jungle of everything that hated him the most in the world.
They're only beasts. Remember that. Just animals. It's a good thing we do this. Progress. Science. People are nothing but beasts in human skin. This is not a transformation but a regression. Here, everything shows its true face. His own mental voice was calm, just as his eyes were expressionless and his pale face emotionless.
The holding gallery was brightly lit, but the fluorescent lights flickered and hummed. It was cold here, and Raston's breath fogged as it hit the air, and the white concrete walls were slick and perspiring with moisture, from the heat and breath and life of so many bodies. But the most impressive things were the cells. Cells lined up in neat rows, each one opened with a code and an ID scan. Cells from which puffs of visible breath issued and growls and snarls and sobs and moans were heard. Cells that stood out, dark and glittering among the white tile and the white walls and the white lights and the white scientist who seemed to leach out into the surroundings. The only darkness belonged to the cells and Raston's eyes, sunken into his face, permanent bruises etched into the skin under them.
In the far corners of the corridor he fancied he could hear the slow and steady whispering that moss made when it grew. And the green was the only true living thing in this place. The only thing that was not created, moulded, and engineered.
This was all for a good cause, he told himself. This was so he could protect his country, and the baby brother he left behind when they took him away. This would help with the war. They shouldn't hate him, he was helping them. He was helping them become more like the goddamn animals they really were. Filthy, disgusting, murderous animals.
He closed his eyes momentarily, and in his passion, they had burned bright, bright enough to see that they were a light blue green, anti-freeze green. His blond, unkempt hair fell into his face, and he took a deep breath. The cold dried his throat and lungs and nose and the air was stagnant and smelled of blood and bleach and medicine.
He faced the cages, he faced the beasts.
Just another day. Time had no meaning here.
Raston Wolfe smiled. He smiled, but his eyes were dead.[/b]
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Post by DarkRed on May 10, 2011 21:01:13 GMT -5
Miles looked up to see the source of the of the footsteps that cut his nap short. He gave off a hiss as he woke. It was impossible to tell the time down here, there was not a clock to be seen. The scientists would wander off to where ever they slept when they felt they had worked enough. The experiments crawled into the damp corners of their cages in order to sleep before their captors came by again.
His back was stiff from leaning on the cold metal walls of the cage. He looked up to see a tall figure standing outside the bars of the cage. Miles stared directly into the cold eyes of his warden, who could not see him in the dark, damp corner of his cell.
He gave a little chuckle to catch the attention of the scientist standing under the blinding lights. "Ready to take another life today, are we missster.... Wolfe, wasss it?"
Miles stretched and cracked his back as he forced himself to stand. He hissed once more as he stood in the safety of the darkness. He forced himself to take a few steps out of the corner, cracking his knees and ankles with every little movement. His bright yellow eyes shone in the dim light as he slowly stepped out of the darkness.
Miles lazily walked closer and closer to the bars of the cell, closer and closer to Dr. Wolfe. A few of the developing scales reflected the light as he drew closer and closer to the bars. Quickly he grabbed hold of two bars and let out another hiss before speaking.
"What isss it today misster jailor? Or ssshould i call you warden? Or executioner? You ssso called Ssscientist basstard!" His breath was visible as he spoke, floating and wrapping around the bars in front of him. He squeezed the bars out of anger.
Out of the corners of his eyes, miles saw into the other cells. The creatures tossed and turned and shuffled about. Some paced their cells, watching this damned soul as he spoke to their captor as if he was an equal. Their eyes were locked on him, they stared him down, burning a hole through his skin and scales with their eyes. Miles could hear them as they paced back and forth and back and forth, anxious to see what happens. Dexter stood there watching them out of the corners of his eyes, grinding his teeth in anger. The only things that stood between him and revenge were several cold, reinforced iron bars.
"Murdererss! Thatss what you are!" He paused and let out a sigh before continuing. "It ssseems we've never officially met. name'ss Experiment three sssix five five sseven. They try to tell me that my name is Miless, but i don't know if i can believe anything down here."
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Post by Cold on May 11, 2011 15:41:08 GMT -5
It was a moment after Miles spoke that Raston's eyes finally flicked down to look at the Experiment. If he felt any sort of surprise or annoyance, it didn't register on his face or in his manners. He just gazed steady at a point somewhere behind Mile's right ear, not blinking, until it was finished.
"Warden would be rather apt," Raston's voice was monotonous and raspy--presumably from disuse "Surgeon would be as well. The others wouldn't apply however, considering none of you are here because of a crime that you committed and I was not born out of wedlock."
He blinked. His glasses were cracked and the light refracted strangely into his eyes. If he looked that way just right... it was like looking at raindrops... He shook his head back into focus.
"Murderer." The word was pronounced quietly and thoughtfully. He said it again, almost inaudibly this time. "Murderer." And he let it be at that.
It was true, Raston had never met this particular experiment. After a while, over the years, they all seemed to meld together in his mind--beastly changes, faces, cries of anguish, names and numbers. It didn't matter. They were animals and deserved no distinction in his mind.
But it wouldn't hurt to pretend, a voice whispered in the back of his head and Raston gave a very small, non-committed shrug. His pale hands were balled into fists in the deep pockets of his lab coat.
"I don't believe we have, three six five five seven," each number was enunciated carefully, "You seem to already know my name, but I would prefer Raston, or Mr. Wolfe to any of the alternatives you said previously. Of course, I don't really mind, so long as the name applies."
Raston's eyes flickered around the squalid cell. "And one of you is right for once. There isn't much to believe or believe in down here..." He paused, once more lost in thought. A crack in the white concrete wall of the cell was dripping with moss. Emerald green. Was beautifu-- He caught himself. "...but generally the most unbelievable stories are true." Raston finished the statement with some effort and shook his head slightly again. He could numbly feel the small hurt of his ragged nails biting into his palms.
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Post by Serynn on May 11, 2011 17:03:04 GMT -5
Once the man came into her sight, Tik went from being the half-comatose one laying in the back of her cage to up and alert. Her glowing eyes darted around wihtout pause as she crouch-walked back and forth in her cage. It was obovious that this was her usual path, if the scratches on the floor had a story to tell. Normally she couldn't move as far as she could now... but there was a lot of room after Ella left.
She stopped mid pace to growl quietly at the man, ears pinned back, lips upturned. If it was any normal human, this would seem like a comical smile of sorts... but not her. Her fangs were noticeable and deadly. She killed a new guard once, one that did not understand her mixed speech of both 'creature' and her mother's language. He did not understand her posture or her fangs.
The guards found him dead. Her door was open. He had tried to take her back to the testing chambers without a tranquilizing dart. Now he was not. Tik looked at the dead body before her, looked out of the cage to her freedom... but like a good beast she continued to crouch in the back of her cage.
But in the present, her eyes turned from the guard-man to look at another cell dweller. He pronounced words strangely, and it unnerved her. She wished it would just stop. He looked taller than her and male, but you never could be sure with genders in this place. Sometimes, the scientists decided to switch them on a whim.
He spoke to the guard. A foolhardy move. He was probably new here. He called the guard names and stated the obvious; that he was a murderer. There was no need to argue against that. He was their master, and they the filthy tramps in the back alley. She and all the other prisoners here were just animals in cages. And she knew it.
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Post by Cold on May 15, 2011 17:42:51 GMT -5
Tamlin was in deep, deep shit. Plucked off the streets of New York, and taken here. Sure they saved his life, but that hardly counted for much now did it? "I would have rather OD'ed," he muttered to himself.
"What was that you said?" The guard growled, literally growled at him from behind his mirrored visor and yanked Tamlin's arm a little harder as he was paraded down steeply sloping corridor.
Tamlin just shook his head and concentrated on keeping his feet below him. His wrists and ankles were handcuffed together and he was shivering in the cold air despite his tattered jacket and scarf. Was an armed guard really necessary? It's not like he could run or do anything. By now Tamlin was struggling to stay conscious. He was tired, he hadn't eaten much of anything for five days, and he had barely slept. It felt like his bones were going numb. He rubbed his hands together, wishing he hadn't traded his gloves for--
They were at the door. The guard in front opened it, and it hissed open. Tamlin was shoved inside the small room. The guard opened the glass door and the one behind them crashed shut after exactly five seconds. Tamlin's eyes widened as the guard led him down the corridor. The smell was awful, but even worse were the sounds. The moans, the growls, the screams and pitiful sobs. Tam fought to keep what little food he might have in his stomach down. They stopped near the end of the corridor. Tamlin did everything he could to not look into the cells.
"Dr. Wolfe. A new one just arrived." The guard said roughly and clamped a heavy hand on Tamlin's shoulder. Tamlin coughed and looked at the "Doctor." Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.
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Post by clesawolfmage on May 15, 2011 21:19:51 GMT -5
December sat in her Cell.She gave no sign of movement only that if you stood still and payed attention you could see her ears twitching to hear sounds better, she tried to stay unseen not singled out by guards or scientists.She already was part Arctic fox how worse could her life get.
The person trying to get the head scientists attention or trying to make him feel guilty was a complete idiot,if they can do experiments on teens,kids,adults,actual people and just think of them animals what would be the point.She smirked still unmoving.Her ear twitched toward the door that led away from the cells.
Someone new was coming,she opened her eyes and stood up looking out of her cell.Another kid from the streets, December felt sympathy for him, he probably ran away or something.She also knew how it felt first coming in here, nauseating, like there is no hope left and your doomed to live a life like this.
Knowing one day or any day a guard could come with a tranquilizer shot or gun or something and you become the next experiment,the next test subject.The only thing he had to hope for now was he wasn't the next experiment, the next test subject,well you never knew how it would play out would you.
December stood near the front of her cell she wanted to know how it would play out for this.... Miles person being a idiot and all trying to make the scientist feel guilty, the new kid right from the streets by the look of it, and what would happen next for her.
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Post by Serynn on May 16, 2011 14:35:44 GMT -5
Tik forgot her growling when she heard the new guy being dragged in. Her ears swivled forward and she watched wide-eyed at the barely-alive male. He was fresh, even though he looked half-dead.
Unexperiemented. Pure. Human. A commodity in these cells.
Tik stood up to her full height, using her front arms as leverage. She wasn't very used to standing; she found it annoying and useless. Except in situations like this.
The dog noticed the male shiver, and smirked. She was never cold. Being born in this place helped with that. She sniffed the air and he smelled... wrong. Poisoned. Tik knew that smell by now; many that came into these cells had the same stench.
Just then, she was reminded that her cell was nearly empty, other than herself. Most cells had more than one nowadays to save on space. Maybe he would be sent to her cell? She didn't know how to feel about that... it was almost like the guards would be trying to replace Ella. Not that they cared about her mental state. She should know better.
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Post by Hizumi on May 22, 2011 22:20:51 GMT -5
Liza's day was like anyone elses normal day. She woke up, ate her "delicious" breakfast, went to work, and even enjoyed time in the company of others. Well, that's how she would like to believe it was. Her "delicious" breakfast wasn't exactly "delicious" or even breakfast. She got a dead animal in a plastic bag with whatever junk was around it included. Sometimes, if she was lucky, she would even get some leaves to add to her current bed, to make it just a little softer. Her "work" included being tranquilized, and dragged out of her room, and tested. Nothing beats a great day of work eh? And her company? Well lets just say they are the best neighbors she has had. They weren't exactly "neighbors", more like forced roommates. She liked to separate them into corners. In front of her was good ol' Platypaul. He was probably the friendliest of neighbors anyone could ask for. He only attacked her 5 times in the last week. To her right was Elesa. She was huge compared to everyone else. Her body was almost harder than diamond. Luckily for Liza though, Elesa had a very long nose. Sometimes it crawled into her corner so she could use it as a pillow. Atleast until she woke up and strangled Liza. Finally, to her left was... She didn't really know. From the small glance she got when the person first entered, they looked feathery, but she could never tell. The feathery person was quiet the whole time. Today was another good day. She woke up, and got a special treat! She had only day-old raccoon for her lunch! It was much better than last week's maggot filled possum. She got a few death threats from Platypaul like usual and got hit in the head a few times by what felt like a steel beam, and she even got a bigger room! Well, the same room. It just turned out that the feather-thing was dead and had been removed, So she got to move around a little more. Lucky for her, she was the only one in the room not chained to the wall for what the guards called "good behavior". It only got better though. She wasn't being tested this week. It seemed that after almost 20 years in the facility, she was almost completely done with her testing. Maybe she would be released?
The next day wasn't as good. She was awoken (very rudely) early in the morning (or what she assumed was morning. The lights from the hallway were very bright. She heard loud crying as the guards threw someone into the room. It was a little girl. She had what looked like very light tattoos all over her body. As she took a closer look, they were stripes. The guards shut the door and Liza could hear them yelling outside. They weren't important though. She asked the little girl what happened. "My mommah got into a accident. The ambulance picked us up and they drove for a long time. I cried for my momma and she wouldn't talk back to me. Then when i got to the hospital they gave me a shot and i went to sleep. I woke up and there was a big man with a huge needle. My body hurt so much then. I cried yelling for my mommah and another big man hit me alot. I cried louder but then it all went dark. I woke up again and i was being dragged in here." This wasn't right. As far as Liza knew, kids weren't being tested on. Everyone that she knew (which only included her roommates, and the others in testing rooms) were all atleast 18 years old. She didn't know what was going on until the men came inside again. The men picked up the little girl and tossed her into a corner as she cried. Liza couldn't stand to see a little girl get hurt so she attacked the men. They were too strong for her though, and they quickly threw her to the floor. Blow after blow hit her until she was too tired. These men weren't ordinary. They were like Liza, an experiment. They then started to drag her tired body out of the room to what Liza thought was the testing room. The room was different this time. It was brighter and had all sorts of knives hanging on the wall. She was set on what seemed like a bench. The men left the room and some of the doctors came in. They grabbed different knives and began to attempt to cut Liza. Her skin was too hard for the knives to have any effect. Then they called in a guard. A guard Liza had never seen before. He had more muscles on him than anyone she had ever met before (not that she met too many people). His skin was covered with a dark fur all over. He approached Liza and pulled out a knife. This knife was clear. It seemed to be made of diamond. The man yelled loudly showing canines more than an inch long and brought the knife down. Liza screamed in pain as her arm was removed suddenly. She never felt pain this horrible. The tests usually involved a few injections and maybe a pill of some kind. She yelled loudly and was once again dragged. She was taken back to her room and tossed into the corner again, her loud yells still echoing from her mouth as the guards closed the door and the room went dark.
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Post by DarkRed on May 24, 2011 8:42:07 GMT -5
Miles stood in place as the new victim was dragged across the hard tiled floor to the doctor standing across from him. "Well, well, well. It sseems you have a new plaything missster Wolfe." Miles examined the new body being dragged across the floor with his feet dragging across the white tiles. The poor boy could not begin to comprehend what he was in for. "Sso doctor, are you going to go eassy on him for being new, or are you going to prepare him for the worssst?"
He could not help but grin at the thought of the new attendants future. He shook his head to remove the horrible thoughts. This place was playing with his mind, it was making him sick. This accursed place was making him enjoy the screams and the moans and the pain. He lived for their pain, he wanted them to hurt. It haunted his every dream, but he could not keep back a smile even when he woke in a cold sweat.
He shook his head once more. "This is not who you are." He told himself. "You are not one of these sadistic bastards." He tried to reassure himself.
Gripping his head, he looked to the ground to get the images out of his head. The images of the torture, the experiments, the demonstrations, everything. The images flew through his head one by one, staying just long enough to feed his hatred.
He looked up once again at the man with the lab coat, with the ID that labeled him as a "doctor." Miles hissed and grabbed two of the bars and placed his face right in between them. "you're disgusting. I hope you know that." Miles looked around once again. His gaze went from the new victim to the other cells and back to the victim. The other cells were full of interested faces, staring up to see what all the commotion was all about.
Screams could be heard from a few cells away, high pitched screams that could be heard in every cell in the hall. The faces, however, were unaffected, they continued to stare at either Miles or the new entry, completely focused on the bodies and what may happen to them next. With his head still between the bars, Miles looked down the hall toward the screams, only to see a trail of blood across the bright hallway. No one else seemed to be very interested. This was not new. He looked back at the doctor and hissed again. The sight of him made Miles' skin crawl.
"Have fun with you new toy missster Wolfe. Don't be Sso hard on the boy. I'll still be here if you need me." He pulled his head from between the bars and walk back to the back of the cell. He sat with his back against the wall and brushed away the remain of his old cellmate, some kind of mix between a bird and an amphibian. He gave off a sigh as he let his tense back relax for a moment and looked back up at the figure in front of the cage. The room was dimly lit and his body was hardly visible, but his yellow eyes pierced through the shadow. The only light in the dark cell. Thoughts of revenge still bouncing around in his mind, he clenched his fists and ground his teeth. He felt his forked tongue against the roof of his mouth, and tried to calm down. Revenge was impossible down here.
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