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Post by Tobey on May 2, 2007 14:31:20 GMT -5
Upon hearing Tarr utter Echo's name, Christina's ears flattened against her skull and she let out a low growl; purely instinctive responses of dislike. She quickly caught herself and pretended to be clearing her throat. But her furious hatred remained. So it /was/ Jordan; even if, from the sounds of it, she was still using the childish nickname she'd gained from Camp Sunshine. "Treacherous b*tch!" Christina exclaimed in the heat of the moment, clenching her fists. She would probably regret her self-revealing words when her temper subsided, but that moment was slow in coming.
In the meantime, Echo was able to catch enough introductions to get what was going on before Christina's outburst. She glanced at the kitten splice with a look of disgust, mixed with blatant defiance of the former scientist. "I'm Jordan Gabriels," she said, turning to address the crowd in the room, "perhaps better known now as Echo, thanks to my experimentation which forces me to change into whoever I touch. And, if nobody minds, I'd like to make another introduction, other than my own." She was now looking pointedly at Christina as she spoke. Christina threateningly growled, "Don't you dare!", but Echo simply continued to speak right over the top of her. "This is Christina Payne," Echo said, gesturing to indicate the kitten splice. "Once a scientist renowned across the labs for her cruelty. She is responsible for the deaths of countless experiments, and the ones she killed were often the lucky ones. How this vile creature came to be one of /our kind/, and why she is allowed to stay here at the House are both questions I cannot answer, but I felt that everyone needed to be warned of the dangers posed by her presence." Echo chose the words 'our kind,' specifically because she knew that any association with experiments was repulsive to Christina. The shapeshifter smiled her defiance as she watched Christina's reaction to her words.
Christina didn't say anything, words lost to her in her outrage, her fists clenching and flexing over and over, and her teeth bared in a snarl. She would have gladly traded just about anything for a syringe of her Serum right then. It was all she could do to keep herself from launching herself at Echo at that moment.
Dakota seemed to be nodding agreement to Echo's words, but she was watching the scientist out of the corner of her eye to make sure Christina didn't notice Dakota agreeing with the scientist's nemesis. The dinosaur experiment knew better than to do anything to attract an already-furious Christina's attention.
Deltar's attention was arrested by the introductions of Raphael and Julia; they had numerical surnames, too! But then Raphael went on to explain that they simply hadn't been told their last names; the numbers must just be a sort of substitute name. Deltar casually crossed his arms as he thought to himself, Silly humans, don't they know that numbers are more efficient than names anyway?
Deltar's shoulders noticeably twitched in surprise at the suddenness of Buffy's hands being placed upon them. He turned to face the half-ghost, with a startled look (at least as much as a face with compound eyes could convey 'surprise') that softened into a smile of recognition. "You alarmed me," the alien said. Hearing Buffy's comment on quantum physics, he replied, "No, it is mostly factual. Actually, Tarr and I were just discussing this. This book seems to have components that are true, but also some details that are purely fictional."
Deltar watched with a vague sort of smile as Tarr tried to grab Buffy's intangible hand. But he was distracted from Buffy's little prank as Echo introduced Christina. Deltar let out a gasp at the news, but didn't say anything; his shock at the idea of such a person being allowed to stay at the House was too great. Just when he thought he knew everything about humans, they do something like allow a murderer into a place that was intended as a safe haven; the motivation for which the alien couldn't begin to fathom. From the way Echo spoke, he merely assumed that Christina's acts were already common knowledge among the residents, so he assumed that these humans had knowingly let such a criminal into the House; a concept which terrified him.
Tonya wasn't really paying very much attention to the introductions. There were too many names to remember, and she was worried about her own introduction. A lot of people were including their experimentation in their introduction; would people get suspicious of her, an ordinary-looking human, if she didn't say what she was? What was she supposed to do? Maybe, if she didn't make eye contact with anybody, nobody would notice her to ask for an introduction. So the failed psychic experiment occupied herself with the carpeting of the floor, pretending to see something absolutely fascinating in the pattern of fuzz.
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Post by zimmy on May 2, 2007 17:05:58 GMT -5
Buffy giggled, and shook his hand-letting it become solid again. She's been wanting to do that for /weeks/. "Yup. And staying ghost, for now." Her inversed eyes turned back to Deltar, and she swung her body around to look at him and his... alien splendor. She had, for the most part, gotten used to it by now, but the first second she sees him always makes her blink in surprise. "Really now, good man, you /must/ explain it to me later." Enter the False British Accent.
More, introductions. Blah blah blah. Echo introduced herself-- Jordan, hmm? That was her name? And she wanted to introduce somebody else? Oh, the kitty thing? Christina?
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"Then WHY is it in the House?" Buffy spat out like a bad taste in her mouth, and gazed across the room for the other's reactions. Surely she couldn't be the only one who thought this. And if Christina's so widely renowned, at least one other person would have been one of her 'experiments'. She saw Dakota's face, nodding, and bit her lip-she was right. "Why wasn't I told sooner? We just let a scientist, an /evil/ scientist, into the House, just like that?!" She was shouting to the general public, pointing dramatically, and referring to the evil kitty as an 'it.' The 'it' bit wasn't on purpose-She had called most of the scientists its during her time in the lab. The ghost was standing now, her fists clenches so hard that her nails were making little indents in her palm. This was horrible. As soon as that cat walked out of the House and into a lab, they were all doomed. Buffy had wanted to yell at Zepher, long and loud, but realized that she couldn't be blamed. Who could keep track of a million once-humans coming and going through the house?
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Post by spade on May 3, 2007 14:26:53 GMT -5
Argentine was lucky he didn't get hot headed. It really would've pissed him off that there was a scientist living there. If he had thought about it, he may have had the same reaction as the ghost-girl, Buffy. Argentine however, wasn't really paying attention. Yes, it was a little scary, but he was careful anyway, and never really made friends. There wasn't much information that could be leaked about him specifically. Also, he was pretty confident in his running skills.
Perhaps, he was underestimating Christina a little. Probably because she was a cat, and that right there made her seem as helpless and cute as most other animal splices. The general reaction to Echo's introduction was silence. A lot of undercurrant whispering was flitting passed his ears, in his mind, but he tried to silence it. The excess noise in the room was really starting to hurt the psy's poor tampered with head. He had to agree though, with Buffy, that there seemed to be no good reason why something like Christina was allowed to live there.
Aerial had lost track of everything, he was looking at faces and trying to remember names. It was all very confusing and he was more concerned with wether or not he was going to have to introduce himself. He couldn't actually remember being this dead-set against talking to people before. He had never been afraid. He thought maybe it was from talking to Tonya, that maybe she had rubbed off on him. But really, it was probably because he knew nothing and had just discovered that he knew nothing. That too though, could be blamed on Tonya, if he stretched it. But he didn't.
In all his distraction, the little bird didn't notice why there was suddenly an explosion from a have visible girl. He searched his memory for her name. Betty? Fluffy? Well, whatever, she was gesticulating at a little kitten-splice and yelling about "it." It was a shame, he hadn't been paying attention. He thought for a moment that maybe animal-splices were the problem and unconsciously tugged at his coat to hide his wings. But that didn't seem to be it, since he wasn't the only animal splice there. The trouble was that Aerial couldn't figure out what the problem was, so he just stayed silent.
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Post by Forgotten on May 3, 2007 20:00:00 GMT -5
Raphael's hair shivered across his back, ready to pounce at the kitten-splice.
"RAPHAEL!" cried Julia with a voice like glass shattering, knowing what he was going to do. "Raphael, Stop. She isn't worth it." She pleaded while trying to hold him back from shredding the one now known as Christina. "She wasn't /there/. Just leave her /be/. Please." She said as she cried into his back.
One named Deltar, please, understand. She thought to him,Sure, the numbers are easier to remember, but we don't have our...Earth identities anymore. Him being part wolf, me being psychic. It's....harder for us because we don't...I don't know how to put this...we don't know who we are. We don't know our families, we don't know, essentially, who we are.
She explained, while struggling to hold her psychic bond with Deltar and trying to physically hold back Raphael, who was much, much stronger than she was.
"Someone, I need help holding him. Please, even if you don't care about /her/, then just, please, don't let there be blood on his hands." She pleaded, now crying harder and loosing her own control over both her psychic and physical hold.
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Post by Zirra Nova on May 5, 2007 13:25:06 GMT -5
Tarr went into a small phase of shock at the first mention of who the small cat-splice was. 'A scientist?' His brain went numb, and then a small thought slipped through. 'I wonder if she'd know what Lab had me? And if so, what happened to my sister?' He wondered if there was a chance for him to talk to her. After the meeting of course, and most likely alone.
He did not want to associate with scientist, especially not this one, but he wanted, needed to find his sister. He glanced over and noticed Julia holding back her brother. Without another thought, he leapt up at her plea for help, and grabbed Raphael's shoulders. He half-shifted into a panther, ending up looking like an animal splice himself. He needed the strength.
"Come one Raphael. Now I don't know you, but do you really want to send this whole place into chaos over a little grudge. She isn't even the one your mad at, no matter what she used to be." Tarr hissed, his breath coming in shorter gasps as he exerted himself. "Don't you think these people have seen enough blood? Calm down!"
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Post by Tobey on May 11, 2007 10:59:26 GMT -5
((Kitty, I apologize for posting this, since you said to wait for you to post. But since that was a while ago, I wasn't sure if it still applied.))
Christina's fists pulsed, her anger building as her eyes darted from person to person. First, the white-haired girl called her 'it', then the wolf-man looked like he would have the /nerve/ to attack /her/. It was too much. She had to hurt. She had to hurt someone /now/, and their anguished screams of pain would soothe her rage. Like the drug that would soothe the addict's withdrawal. But who? Who to hurt? Unable to think clearly in her anger, Christina could see only one fact; Raphael was closest. Hurt him. Hurt the closest living thing, then worry about the others.
Completely ignoring the fact that Raphael was bigger and stronger than her, she ran towards him. She didn't once consider that it was a fight she could not hope to win; she was focused solely on the overwhelming need to inflict pain. She did, however, at least possess the mental faculty to take advantage of the fact he was being restrained; she attacked him from the side, slashing at him with her claws and throwing punches with her fists in a frantic frenzy. "You /dare/ to threaten /me/?" she taunted menacingly as she darted around him.
Taking responsibility for having provoked Christina, Echo moved quickly towards the scientist to try to get her away from Raphael. But Christina was moving too fast, too erratic. And the last thing Echo wanted to do was to touch the vile scientist by mistake.
Finally, Christina slowed down enough that Echo could grab her shoulders; a part of her that was thankfully covered by shirt. But Christina immediately whipped around, out from under Echo's tentative grasp, and managed to slash the shapeshifter right across the face with her claws; Echo's bent-over stance making up for Christina's height disadvantage. Echo's jaw dropped in an expression of surprised pain, and red streaks appeared on her face for just a fraction of a second before they disappeared, as Zepher's visage changed into Christina's. "You B*TCH!" she yelled in the scientist's voice, as she shrank and her clothes ballooned around her. Now with nothing to lose, Echo redoubled her efforts to restrain the crazed madwoman, but her efforts were pitiful as she tried to move, nearly tripping over her own shirt. Christina laughed at her even as she continued the fight with Raphael.
Tonya was wearing a rather puzzled expression, trying to decide whether what she was seeing was real or not. A short-statured cat splice going postal and attacking a very dangerous-looking wolf splice? It was right on the border between something that /could/ happen and something that was perhaps too weird to be believed. Trying to clear up her confusion, she looked to the one person that she was fairly sure really existed. Aerial. He seemed to be looking in Christina and Raphael's direction, so Tonya concluded they were probably real. Great. Just great. She hoped she wouldn't be asked to help, at least.
Tonya was disappointed as Julia did, in fact, ask for help. Tonya ignored the request, yet couldn't repress a feeling of guilt for doing so. But she knew she was no good in a fight; not only was she physically weak, but her condition had the potential to make fighting nearly impossible, if not dangerous.
"I would be glad to oblige," Deltar replied to Buffy, completely missing her sarcasm, and more than a little mystified by her sudden British accent. He'd heard similar-sounding voices on TV, but he didn't understand the concept of an 'accent.' He just thought it was part of the normal variation in individual human voices. But apparently it was something else, if Buffy could suddenly change her voice to sound like that. Deltar made a mental note to do some research on the subject later.
As he watched the events unfolding around Christina, Deltar heard a voice in his head. He flinched, and if it were possible for him to glare, he would have. He was all too familiar with voices in his head. Or at least one; and that one was a liar, a fraud, a trick of the scientists to make him believe that his family was /dead/; the voice that called itself Harold Bowen. And this new voice, too, spoke of family. "I know who my family is! I know who I am!" he said defensively, with a resentful scowl on his face aimed at no-one in particular, as if the voice had been speaking about him instead of herself.
Deltar disregarded his resentment towards the voice in his head when he heard Julia ask for help; not realizing that the psychic voice had come from her. He shook his head to clear the voice out of his thoughts, feeling embarrassed about his outburst, but trying to ignore it in hopes that the others in the room would do likewise, and went over to help hold onto Raphael. With all four hands. He was rewarded for his efforts by a gash in the fabric of his shirt and in his skin when Christina attacked. He winced in pain, but didn't move. He would defy this murderer however he could.
Dakota, deciding that Raphael was plenty well restrained, circled around towards where Christina was, in hopes of restraining her instead. More hesitant even than Echo had been, she stayed well back, trying to work up the nerve to move in and stop Christina. But even though she was just a kitten, she was still Christina, with all the unpleasant memories that that identity entailed. Fears that were built up for as many years as Dakota was held captive under Christina, could not be simply reasoned away by logic. So the dinosaur splice stayed back, helplessly watching the fight as she paced fretfully back and forth.
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Post by Zirra Nova on May 11, 2007 12:53:26 GMT -5
Tarr stumbled as Christina attacked Raphael. He almost let Raphael go, but realized that would only spell Christina's quick defeat. He started growling, unable to stop Christina while holding Raphael, yet unable to let Raphael go. Then Echo entered the fray. Then she was shifted. 'Crap. She can't fight now...her clothes...' And then she tripped up.
Tarr was getting really angry. 'Why did Christina have to go ballistic?' He thought, still growling. Then Deltar was there, and injured so fast Tarr couldn't even blink. But he was helping to hold Raphael, which was a good thing. Tarr was tiring, having to hold Raphael, and then adding in the energy consuming anger at Christina for turning this meeting into a chaotic mess. And shifting wasn't exactly un-tiring. Though he was used to that.
What was worse, he could even tell what was going on with Christina anymore. He couldn't see then over Deltar and Raphael, but he couldn't do anything about it, and really, it probably wasn't a bad thing. He held on to Raphael, deciding to ignore the rest, unless the get closer again. He hoped Echo was doing alright.
((I hope this is okay...Posting this. Also...I apologize for the stink..but my brain is tired.. >..> ))
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Post by Forgotten on May 12, 2007 18:07:48 GMT -5
(sorry Kitty...I feel like I have to post...=()
Julia Julia let go. Please let them be enough to hold him while I deal with that little b*tch that keeps trying to hurt him.
She changed. It was so fast, had you blinked, you would have missed it. Her nails became longer, and sheened as if polished just for this.
"YOU. LITTLE. B*TCH!" She screamed through a changing jaw, the structure doubling over to protect her.
Then she attacked. Her nails slicing at the little kitten-splice.
"Echo. Get. Away. If I hurt you, then I won't be able to stand myself. Please. Let me deal with her." She half growled, hoping that she would. She turned to face the little splice.
"How. Dare. /YOU/. Even /if/ he /IS/ tied down," Julia sliced at her face, "/WE/ will get you!" Julia screamed, slicing at Christina's face again.
Julia had tremors down her spine. Her face contorted back, her nails shrank and dulled. She stood there panting.
"Concider this a warning. If you /dare/ attack me or my brother again, I will have no problem shredding you to pieces." She spat, turning to go at Christina again.
Raphael Raphael watched, stunned. He had never known that Julia could do that.
For how long? he tried to send his thoughts to his sister, but he couldn't get through. What is wrong?!He thought angerly, hoping that the connection would return, sadly, it didn't.
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Post by Tobey on May 16, 2007 23:22:51 GMT -5
((Sorry again for posting, but my ADD-influenced patience can only hold out for so long; especially when I have what I think is a good post. And four days seemed to me to be an adequate waiting period between posts. So, um, don't hurt me!))
"No!" Echo yelled as she watched Julia attack Christina. The shapeshifter stayed exactly where she was, hoping to dissuade Julia from attacking by putting herself directly in harm's way. "Stop! You aren't helping anyone! All you're doing is fueling her anger!" Echo grabbed Julia's wrist, intending to stop her, even though it was pointless at that point; the damage had already been done. At least Echo was able to resume her normal human height as she shifted into a mirror image of Julia, adjusting her clothes as she grew back into them. The shapeshifter then addressed everyone in the room, in Julia's voice. "Listen to me. Nobody attack her, nobody provoke her. If she attacks you, block it, but don't retaliate. If you can, restrain her, but don't hurt her. And if she hurts you, act like it doesn't hurt. Her anger should burn itself out faster if it can't find an outlet, and we can get on with the d**n meeting."
Christina blocked most of Julia's blows with her arms, tuning out whatever Echo was saying, slashing at Julia whenever there was an opening, her hatred of the other girl clearly written on her features. The pain in her now-bleeding arms forced her to lower her defense just in time to receive a final slash to the face. Red lines appeared, stretching from Christina's left temple to her right cheek, and began to ooze blood. Christina looked up at Julia with a glare that could have frozen a person's blood in their veins; it was a look she had perfected over the years, and it was reserved for those who were truly worthy of the scientist's vengeance. The slashes across the face would have been enough to earn Julia Christina's undying hatred, but the girl didn't stop there. Quite literally adding insult to injury, Julia then had the /nerve/ to /threaten/ Christina. She'd regret that, Christina thought as she approached the exhausted girl, moving quickly off to the side to try to evade the girl's visual range, ready to strike while she was weakened, the scientist's entire being pulsing with rage and hatred. She'd stood down and meekly taken threats for the first twenty years of her life; never again.
Echo saw Christina getting ready to attack Julia. "Hey! Look out!" she yelled. Just because the other girl didn't seem to know much about how to deal with scientists didn't mean Echo wanted her to get unnecessarily hurt by one.
At the sound of Echo's warning, Christina flinched and hastily attacked, hoping to strike before Julia was ready. The former scientist swung a pawlike hand at the girl's right side, her claws out as far as they would go, in hopes of gouging Julia's skin as deeply as the kitten splice was capable. Maybe I'll leave a permanent scar, she thought gleefully.
Seeing that the reason for holding onto Raphael seemed to be gone, Deltar let go of him; the wolf-splice seemed to be under control by now. This whole thing was so strange, Deltar thought to himself. A murderer being allowed to stay in a safe haven? Other people attacking such a murderer with apparently no fear of her? Not to mention the voice that had mentally spoken to Deltar a few moments earlier. Wait. Wait a second. Something clicked right then in the alien's head. Before, when he had been held captive by Area 52, his captors had called themselves 'scientists,' and Deltar had known, even though they denied it, that they were responsible for the voice that had shared space in his mind at the time. Now, this Christina person was being accused of being a scientist, and there was, again, a voice in Deltar's head. He looked at Christina with a look that said, 'I'm onto you,' at least as much so as a face with compound eyes could convey. But he didn't do anything beyond that; he wanted to proceed with the meeting just as much as Echo did, so he decided to follow her instructions. Which meant not provoking Christina.
Glad of actually being /told/ not to attack, Dakota gratefully stopped her anxious pacing and stood, watching the scientist, as if watching her would somehow stop her from attacking anyone else. Apparently, it wasn't working, as Christina slashed her claws at Julia.
Tonya quietly stood up and left the room, headed for the bathroom. Really, though, that was just her excuse to leave. There was . . . . too much blood. Some of it was real, but a lot of it, she knew, was not. Or was any of it real? She didn't know. But she did know that blood did not pool on the floor for no reason, without a source. And upon realizing that some of the blood was just a figment, how was she supposed to know whether or not all of it was just the product of some sadistic mind? At the moment, Raphael and Julia both appeared to be bleeding profusely, even though it hadn't looked like Christina had done /that/ much damage to either of them. Would they bleed to death, or were they not even bleeding at all? Tonya didn't know, and however she reacted, she risked being wrong. It was just too much. So she got up to go to the restroom, trying to block out the nauseating smell of blood that followed her.
((In case you couldn't figure it out, Christina's the one picturing everybody bleeding to death. And, by the way, congrats Julia on landing yourself on Christina's "must die slowly and painfully" list. Quite the honor.))
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Post by Forgotten on May 18, 2007 19:12:12 GMT -5
((I understnad that you would like us to wait, but...I needed to get this done, because I don't know what will happen next, due to the many senarios that could occur.))
Julia
Julia turned, but too late. She felt, in horror, the tissue on her face get torn, and a warm, sticky substance start oozing down her face. She was bleeding, but not just bleeding, she was slashed in the neck.
"W-What....h-h-happened?" she stammered, looking at what appeared to be herself, feeling a hand on her wrist. Then everything went black.
Raphael
"JULIA!" he half howled. "Julia, please, wake up! Please!" He pleaded to the unconcious body in his arms, uncaring about how much blood he lost because of the kitten splice.
"Julia..." He whispered, picking her limp body up. "I need a room. NOW." He demanded, his voice half blocked by the growl vibrating from his chest. "Someone call 9-1-1. Everyone, you have to hide. Execpt for you, Christina." He half yelled in hysterics, eyeing Christina through mere slits at that point.
"I can hear her heart beat slowing. Oh god... She need help /NOW/!" He screamed, trying to slow the bleeding that only someone in the medical profession could stop.
Raphael took Julia to the table, swiping it clean with a sweep of his tail. "Sorry," he muttered, knowing that he could have just ruined someone's fun. "but she needs to be found, and fast." He said, while turning his around, trying to find a phone, before it was too late, for both of them.
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Post by Zirra Nova on May 22, 2007 11:33:36 GMT -5
Chaos. That was all Tarr's brain could understand now. The room had fallen into deep, and probably un-repairable chaos. 'I can't do anything anymore, anyways.' He thought in response to Echo's order. 'I don't know what's going on.' He had let Raphael go, and was horror struck as he realized that Julia was bleed, badly, from her neck. 'She won't survive.' He shrank, his body automatically unshifting as he sank to his knees. Everything around him tore at him, pushing and pulling his mind, firing his senses, and finally breaking something, unlocking a memory from deep in his head.
"Hey sis, I figured out a way to help you." Tarr's voice, but all he could see was shadows. A small figure in a bed, his hand holding up some paper...money... "See, All I have to do is visit a doctor's for a year. Only a year, and then I'll be back." "No, @#$))($, don't go, I feel better I swear." A small voice, weak from sickness. "Please don't go...." everything fades, then a skip and a clear picture of a building, all red brick and clean. "@#$))($, do you realize that by signing this you consent to this testing for the duration of a year beginning on %)@#((% @)?" A man asked, holding a piece of paper. He was blurry, but Tarr knew who he was. His body shuddered involuntarily. A small skip, and money changed hands. Tarr was lead away. "No, @#$))($, don't go, Brother!!! Don't go!!!" His sister was up, and well, but crying. "Don't go...." Everything fades away and Tarr is swirling in darkness, crouched over, tears flowing down his hidden face, unable to absorb what is going on around him anymore.
(( >..> Oh dear. Tilt the world a bit and Tarr goes for a bad trip down memory lane.. ... Hmmm...interesting though..I learned something. ^..^ Tarr is apparently not his real name. Thus the @#$))($ in those spots... and the one covering the date.. >..> *Is too lazy to actually calculate a date.* Still doesn't remember his sister's name though. Too bad. Hope this post isn't horribly bad in the posting, but everyone seems to be moving on. >..> ))
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Post by Kitty on May 22, 2007 18:30:53 GMT -5
Right when the chaos started, Guadalupe’s whole body went rigid. She wanted so badly to fix the problem, but she did not feel as if she had the right. No—she did not have the right. So, she watched, and her body started to shake slightly with the restraint. Guadalupe was a leader, and standing like a pathetic, helpless animal was killing her will and hope.
Gabriel watched Guadalupe with weary eyes. The situation called for her to act; Gabriel could tell. “Guadalupe—do something.” He egged the girl on with his words, and Gabriel watched Guadalupe Harrison flinch with the force of his words. He watched as the options and the situation reflected in the depths of her brown eyes. She was trying to decide what to do. Gabriel watched as Guadalupe started to try to say something, before she stopped entirely. Finally, Gabriel gave up on her help, and he dropped to the floor towards the fallen girl. “I’m an MD, but I don’t really do injuries.” He muttered as he started to look Julia over. “Unfortunately, we can’t afford to call a doctor. It’s not safe for anyone, and neither of you legally exist. We don’t have insurance or money, and I’m pretty certain if we called a hospital there would be an investigation. I can see what I can do. Besides, we don’t have a phone.” Gabriel’s voice was calm and collected. He started to unbutton the buttons on his collared shirt, as he talked. He was pressing the shirt on the girl’s neck. He watched unhappily as his lovely, white shirt was ruined with gushing crimson. “Maybe we could get her outside and fabricate a story, we could call a hospital. Go harass the neighbors. I can’t tell how bad the wound is right now, and I normally work with insanity.”
Guadalupe finally decided to take control of the situation. She could not handle watching any longer. The girl was standing on her feet in a matter of two seconds. Her movement, from the floor to her feet was awkward, as her bad knee caused her pain. The pain was a sharp reminded to what she was going to do—how she was going to act. The morality she was breaking. “Everyone STOP!” Guadalupe’s voice was strong and powerful even though she was still shaking with worry. Anyone watching her would know her hands were quaking. With what? Fear?
Right away, Guadalupe could feel the power—her power swell inside the room. She had never, ever intentionally tried to manipulate such a large group of people, but she knew what was coming. The feeling of power was so strong—so potent. To Guadalupe, the power was a sickening sweet drug, a drug which clouded her senses and ruined her will-power and objectiveness, a drug which killed the realms of her need to follow a simple list or morals and beliefs. The power which Guadalupe felt was unbelievable, and it was amazing. She felt so wonderful, and Guadalupe could not be more upset about it.
She was addicted; she had been raised to be, addicted to power. Her father had raised his daughter to be a politician, and by default, she was power hungry. “Stop panicking.” She added. With every word the power-drug became more intoxicating. Guadalupe knew more was to come. She needed to wait until everyone’s attention was focused on her. Guadalupe knew everyone would turn to her. The question to Guadalupe was whether she could handle the power and intensity of the interactions. She might not be able to. “Christina, go over there, against the wall.” Guadalupe ordered, her finger pointing the scientist in the direction of a corner of the wall furthest away from her. Guadalupe’s crystalline blue eyes beamed with intensity as she spoke. The little brown flecks were almost gone, now. “Everyone else get away from her, on the opposite side.” Guadalupe ordered again, but this time to Christina’s assailants. She pointed again, but away from Christina. Guadalupe wondered if anyone would notice the shaking in her finger.
As the feelings of power and mind-numbing intensity became more and more impossible to ignore, Guadalupe felt more and more sick. She felt euphoric, almost, except her sheer happiness and the feelings she felt made Guadalupe feel like a monster. She was a monster. Guadalupe wanted to dart away from the room, but if she left, her instilled order might dissolve completely. She had to stay at least long enough for everyone to calm down.
((Sorry that took so long, dolls. ))
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Post by zimmy on May 22, 2007 20:42:41 GMT -5
Mass mayhem, caused by a kitten.
Things went crazy, psychotic, and despite her want- her need to help, she couldn't. It hurt not to, but it would've hurt even more if a purply glowy disc-thing hand accidentally became more than a threat, and someone's head decided to roll around disembodied. If she tried to possess Christina, or anyone else, there was a chance Buffy or the other would've gotten hurt. It was all way too risky. Of course, having someone physically attack It seems pretty darn bad.
And, of course, the attacker gets mortally injured.
Ohhh crap.
Gabriel seemed to be covering it, but the ghost hovered over. She wasn't going to be completely useless. The blood didn't bother her in the least- Some of the ghosts she's met rather like having the image of blood splattered all over them. Sick-o's. "Anything I can do?" Her voice wasn't as sure as it was a moment before. She didn't have enough brainpower to devote hate to Christina and worry for Julia at the same time. She switched back into her more alive form, and knelt down with the older scientist. Her dirty blond hair was falling in her eyes now, and the sight of so much blood was a bit more disturbing than before, but a ghost couldn't be seen helping someone that looked normal.
"Everyone STOP!"
Buffy froze, feeling the power seep from Guadalupe. There was no way to get out of obeying such a direct command. But she had to help the experiment, at least in some small way. Maybe they can spread some of the blood on the ground, make it look like it was done by a blade... And have a purse without a wallet? Make it look like she srtuggled against some street goon? Yeah, and Buffy could run for a neighbor, yell at them to call 911, and wa-la. An iffy scene to get her to saftey. Hmm.
If Gabriel would stay with Juila, she felt that it was safe to say Guadalupe's commands were not aimed at her. Despite the nagging feeling to hug the wall opposite of Christina, of course. But she was waiting for comfirmation of the older empath first.
ooc; Heh, and people here complain 'bout crappy posts.
Wouldn't this be a neat time to go public? =D
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Post by Zirra Nova on May 23, 2007 11:34:43 GMT -5
A voice slipped through the darkness, a command that couldn't be ignored. At least not for long. Tarr opened his eyes, and looked up. Julia seemed to be covered in blood, and those trying to help her were no different. Tarr almost lost what content was in his stomach, but managed to hold it back. 'I have to get to the wall, away from her.' It was almost a stray thought, he didn't know where it came from. Then he noticed Guadalupe was up and giving orders, and what was interesting, everyone seemed to be listening...mostly. He stood up, slowly, and reeling a bit. 'Oh man, what happened to the meeting, everything fell apart so fast.' He blinked, the memories he'd relived fighting with the memories of the previous 5 minutes. 'I need to sit down.' Somehow he'd managed to reach the wall, and he sat down with the thought, and no grace. He pulled his knees up and curled around them, eyes downcast, avoiding looking at Julia. 'There's nothing I can do.' He thought. 'Just like that boy...' He remembered the vacant look in the eyes of the boy who had told him about this place. Tears leaked down his face, and he silently cried for the boy, for Julia, for his lost sister.
((I claim no responsability for my muses actions in creating this post... >..> ))
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Post by Tobey on May 29, 2007 11:56:18 GMT -5
Christina practically purred with glee as she felt the incredibly satisfying sensation of her claws piercing flesh, and saw the blood flowing down Julia's neck. It was beautiful! Christina grinned a fanged grin, still possessed by the tide of her own anger. Christina's vengeful pleasure was lessened a bit, however, when Julia blacked out; she preferred her victims awake, and aware of all the pain they were in. D**n.
And now everyone was acting like the girl might /die/, die while unconscious, without feeling a thing. D**n!
She heard Raphael tell everyone to hide but her, and she gave him a glare, as if to say, 'You try to tell me what to do, and you'll be next.'
But then there came a voice that made Christina stop dead in her tracks.
"Everyone STOP!”
That voice. It was powerful, power-hungry, manipulative, and commanding. And it was . . . familiar. It sounded, at least in Christina's mind, just like Irene; Christina's mother, and the only living person that the scientist actually feared. Suddenly, with a sinking feeling that chilled Christina to her bones, she realized the mistake she had just made. She had lost control, proving to everyone in the room, beyond any shadow of a doubt, the monster that she was. She had screwed up, and Irene was here now to make sure she knew it. Her cat-like ears flattened against her skull as she adopted a mixed expression of shock, fear, and shame. She didn't dare to look at the source of the voice.
"Stop panicking.”
Every word Guadalupe said brought Christina back to her childhood, cowering before her own mother. Irene's words had always been wickedly manipulative, carefully chosen to make anyone do whatever she wanted. Her words could sting, even more than Arthur's belt. And she had never hesitated to use them against her own daughter, to punish her for her every failing.
"Christina, go over there, against the wall.”
Shaking from fear, Christina obeyed. Anything to escape Irene's wrath. The scientist walked over to the corner of the wall and stood, facing the blank wall, her back turned to everyone else in the room. Her breathing was shallow, and her shoulders were shaking ever so slightly, but she prayed nobody would notice. Least of all her.
Echo brought her hand up to her neck, as if to make sure that she hadn't copied Julia's injury. Fortunately, the shapeshifter had grabbed Julia's wrist just before the other girl sustained her injury. But she didn't really have time to be grateful for her luck, because she was then distracted by Guadalupe's voice. Stop panicking; that was a great idea; in fact, exactly what Echo had been trying to communicate. And standing against the wall opposite Christina seemed an even better idea. Echo did exactly that, as if the idea had been her own. She walked over to the other wall, careful not to touch anyone.
Echo looked over her shoulder after she reached the side of the room opposite Christina, and was visibly surprised to see the scientist obeying Guadalupe's instruction. Echo then looked thoughtful; something wasn't right. It would take nothing short of /mind control/ to make Christina obey an experiment. But Echo didn't say anything, for fear that she would break the bizarre yet miraculous spell that had come over the scientist. She merely stared at the impossible sight that was happening before her eyes.
Deltar followed suit, standing at the wall opposite Christina. He had no reason to argue with Guadalupe, so he momentarily forgot about his suspicions of Christina and obeyed, hoping that doing so would bring order back to the meeting. He wanted to help Julia, and probably would have, but what he knew about human injuries consisted of 'gushing red fluids are a sign of a severe injury' and 'going unconscious while hurt could mean that the wound is a mortal one.'
Dakota also decided to listen to Guadalupe, glad to get as far away from Christina as possible. She gave Julia a concerned glance, but figured Gabriel probably knew what he was doing, and she would only get in the way.
In the first floor restroom, Tonya stared into the mirror. What was she doing? She was here, cowering in the bathroom, when people might be getting hurt. But what could she do? She pressed a palm to her temple, trying to clear her thoughts. She couldn't stay here; she'd never forgive herself if someone got hurt when she had run to safety. But she couldn't go out there, either; there was nothing she could do to help that somebody else couldn't do, and besides, she risked giving away her weakness, her /disease/. As she struggled with herself, she heard a faint voice coming from the living room; the voice sounded like its owner was getting things under control. Tonya slid down the wall into a sitting position in a corner of the restroom, taking deep breaths, and trying to calm her thoughts enough to figure out what to do.
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Post by Forgotten on Jun 9, 2007 23:50:34 GMT -5
Julia Julia searched for a mind, searched for a small, ever so small psychic bond that could be formed. She probed her brother's mind, and then she tried to do something that she had never tried before. Raphael...? her mind called, greatly weakened by her loss of blood. Raphael, are you there? She needed to try to figure out what was going on.
Raphael Raphael heard Guadalupe's comands, but didn't move across the room. Instead, his ears stood erect, and he ran outside, not caring who saw him, and he found what he needed. Someone left thier cell phone outside.
This is exactly his thought got cut off. Raphael...? came a familiar voice. Julia! What...How....what is going on? Raphael, are you there? the voice said, fading.
Raphael ran back into the room, his fingers quivering over the numbers, not knowing what to do, or who to call.
OoC:I know, not that good, but we need posts in this thread, so...Don't blame me, blame the childon, for they have messed with everything, such as Souleh's prostetic leg, and the bionic kidney that I gave her.
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Post by Zirra Nova on Jun 19, 2007 14:23:38 GMT -5
((I hate to say it...but this thread has seemingly died.. T..T ))
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Post by Souleh on Jun 27, 2007 15:36:42 GMT -5
Well. This was all very earth shattering. In fact, he had a feeling that the contents of his skull had just exploded with such force that they were splattered on the back of the couch behind him.
Which was ridiculous. It was, after all, a highly likely possibility that a scientist could sneak in, what with the lax security the House had to offer. It was an even more highly likely possibility that, when said scientist was exposed, someone would panic, be it experiment or filthy whitecoat, and things could come to violence. This whole situation was very probable. It made perfect sense. The chances of this happening had been enormous. It ought not be so very, well, /shocking/. But despite all the paranoia a man can muster (and he was a man, albeit a very small one), there is always the chance of falling into a routine and an easy laziness that quite easily lulls said man into an utterly delusional feeling of safety. A feeling that nothing could /really/ happen like that, he was just /paranoid/.
And there was the small matter of his...previous encounters with the kitten. Previous encounters with a whitecoat that had not involved swift and terrible punishment for her chosen profession. He felt a little dirty.
So, dirty and with his head quite emptied out with the strangeness of actually having his paranoia that they could possibly be infiltrated /validated/, Adrian mostly just sat there with a ridiculously idiotic look on his face, slack-jawed and a little zoned out. Which was really quite fortunate for everyone involved - they certainly had enough on their hands without any of his psychotic episodes starting up.
Equally fortunate was that before he could regain any of his senses and think that maybe he should hop into the chaos and destroy something, Guadalupe decided to take control. He wasn't sure what he was supposed to stop, of course, he hadn't even been consciously /thinking/, but he supposed that maybe she meant those parties that were much more active. Nor was he panicking - he had passed up panicking in favor of an exploding brain. What silly orders. Still, he couldn't help but feel obligated to join the others at the wall, despite having been a very good boy, just innocently sitting on the couch. It was always good to follow orders. If you did what they said, they wouldn't hurt you. Too badly. And it would be conspicuous, sitting around on the couch while everyone else did as they were told, and then everyone would be rather displeased with him, so really, it was just better to do what everyone else was doing for once.
Hopping down from the couch, he wandered over to the various residents that had been much more invested in this whole wild mess, ending up roughly near Echo. She was, after all, the only one he knew on any level aside from acquaintance, even if it was a very uncomfortable level for him. He was terribly confused and even more disoriented; it wasn't so much to ask to be near someone who he knew probably wasn't going to eat him. Because if someone ate him, how was he supposed to reassemble his brain and make sense of what was basically amounting to a bunch of flashes of picture and sound that were getting across a general, but very alarming and generally convoluted, point.
OoC: I warned you. I so warned you. Gawds.
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Post by crazypunka on Jul 2, 2007 21:07:27 GMT -5
Todd had been curled in the far corner the entire time head resting on his front paws, tail curled up around him. His eyes were half-shut, giving the appearance of being asleep, but he was watching the unfolding events with great concentration.
He watched as everyone introduced themselves, and couldn't help but opening his eyes fully when a girl named Echo revealed that there was a scientist in the room. Christina's reaction to this accusation only served to bolster Echo's words, and a great interest was piqued in Todd's concious. So, there was another spy here? Or was she a spy? Was she simply a scientist fallen on hard times, somehow turned into an experiment? These questions rolled around in his head, but when things started to get intense, and blood was spilled, he was hard pressed not to get up.
He had the strongest urge to leap up and rip out this Julia girl's throat. The sheer fact that Christina was a scientist gave him an undeniable feeling of loyalty towards her, although he knew naught about her. And she was so small! Obviously not defenseless though... He watched as Julia fell to the floor, gravely wounded. He held back the small feeling of triumph and watched, thanking god that he didn't have a human face that betrayed his emotions.
He stayed curled there, confident that no one had noticed his opened eyes in the midst of all of the chaos. Closing his eyes half-way again, he pretended once more to be asleep, while keeping his eyes on Christina the whole time. If she got out of this alive and stayed at the house, he would be sure to find her and talk with her. Knowing that there was another scientist here heartened him, but he would have to determine her true motives for being here. For if she wasn't a spy, and was genuinely in need of the house, he couldn't reveal his status as a spy to her.
He'd make it work. He was a fox after all. Cunning and sly.
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Post by Zirra Nova on Jul 21, 2007 4:06:33 GMT -5
More people joined him by the wall, and Tarr managed to look up and watch them, and watch those who would be deeply affected by what had happened. Tears still flowed down his face and he only saw the people and actions now as faint impressions. His body shook with repressed and blocked memories, and his form shrank down in response. Till he was back in his full human form, but small and vulnerable in appearance. His pale eyes were half closed, his face wet with tears and his hair a deep gray. Even his body seemed shrunk in on itself, as if he was wasted away, though he wasn't.
When the shock of the evening wore away a little, he'd probably return to his normal appearance. For now, he had no control over it.
((I think it's turned from a question of Anarchy or Democracy to a question of Chaos or Order...with Chaos the current leader. >..> ^..^ ))
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