Post by Lunar Music on Nov 6, 2005 0:02:22 GMT -5
Name: Eric
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Type of experiment performed: Injections and external stimulus to produce psi abilities
Physical description: Eric stands about five-eight, about avarage. His hair is deep red, strait, and hangs in his face most of the time, always looking about two weeks overdue for a cut. His eyes are pale green, with only the smallest dot of a pupil in the middle; the quality of his sight is questionable. He was quite thin when he arrived, but has since fleshed out to an avarage build.
There's a thin scar going through his left eyebrow, and a small metal plate behind his left ear. There's also a little antanae, like a radio reciever, protruing from the base of his skull, but it's usually covered by his hair.
History:
Typical, for a lab experiment. Captured at ten, he's spent seven years in the lab. The original test group of ten he was in had an extreamly high mortality rate; the first died less than a year into the lab experimentation. Two others, Joan (Zepher) and Craig, escaped shortly after; one of which was brought back. When he escaped, about a week before finding the house, there were only three of the group left alive at the lab.
Project Third Eye:
This is Eric's story. And Zepher's, and all the rest. But it's as much his as theirs, so it goes here.
Humans like being connected to each other. They also like the very abilities that so often drive them apart, and dearly love to build them. So when a certain substance, combined with electrical stimulation, promised psychic powers, Project Third Eye was developed.
PTE involved one hundred youth, kept in groups of ten. Of nine of these groups, we know almost nothing. It is the tenth, subjects 91 through 100, that concerns us. Five boys: ten year old Eric, slightly neurotic. Ursus, age twelve, as large as the bear for which he was named and rarely stringing more than two words together. Rico, thirteen, wiry and active and generally getting on people's nerves. Mark, reserved, far too mature for his fifteen years. And, of course, Craig: eighteen, arrested at an anti-Lab demonstration and unable to give the name of a parent or guardian.
Five girls, too. Minty, eleven and already claiming to have psychic powers without the slightest bit of experimentation, thank you very much. Twelve-year-old Brianne, painfully shy. Octavia, called Tavy, fourteen and a flirt. Zepher, fifteen, and always trying to be the strong one, between nervous breakdowns. Harriet, seventeen, harboring a secret that would soon prove to be deadly.
They started out awkward, a group of wildly different people forced together. By the end of the month, they'd grown together, tightly knit by shared circumstances. Emotional bonds had been forged, some stronger than others. Zepher and Craig, for instance, were inseperable.
At the beginning of the fourth month, Harriet's secret was revealed. Another round of blood testing had come back, and she'd tested positive for HIV. Three tense days passed, and then... she was taken away. They'd all developed enough empathy by that time to be able to feel each other, so the others felt the exact moment she slipped away, loosing consciousness for the last time. Apparently, the scientists only wanted healthy subjects in this project.
Zepher claims that was when she and Craig first started plotting their escape. She started practicing, strengthening the telekinesis that had started to develop. He began "researching," finding all he could about the lab complex. A few months later, about eight months after the start of Project Third Eye, they got their chance.
A power-outage, a new lab assistant, and a particularly virulent strain of the flu set the stage. The new assistant was the only one watching that particular wing of the lab at the time, because so many scientists were out sick. A little distraction from Craig, a little lock-picking from Zepher – and they were out. Hotwiring a lab van – on of Craig’s many skills – they got out of there, and fast. The next day, they abandoned the van, and wandered a few weeks more, until they came to a large, deserted house.
Zepher’s fate? I’d be very surprised if you even have to ask.
As for Craig… well, he’d always been a bit of a daredevil. With problems with authority. So it wasn’t long – four months, perhaps – before he made some colossal mistake that resulted in his return to the lab. Not only to the lab, in fact, but his return to his old project group. The others were glad to see him: glad he was alive, and perhaps a little perversely glad he was back. They were even happier to hear about Zepher, and the House.
Still, their numbers dwindled. Brianne was next to go, victim of an overdose on an injection. Then Ursus, when some scientist made a mistake trying to insert a kind of receiver/antennae. And then, perhaps a year and a half after his return, Craig slipped away quietly in his sleep. The others thought he’d just given up. It had been no secret what had been going on between him and Zepher, and without her, he’d lost the will to live.
Fast forward, six years after Zepher and Craig’s’ escape. The group was down to three: Eric, nearly blind and more than a little neurotic; Rico, barely conscious most of the time and only speaking to the other two telepathicly, and not at all to the scientists; and Tavy, a shadow of her former self and totally devoted to Rico. When the guard on duty was called away suddenly to another part of the labs, Eric took the initiative and escaped. He pleaded with the others to come with him, but Rico wasn’t at all up to the trip, and Tavy declared she’d die before she left him. Eric saw his window of opportunity closing, and left without them.
With Craig’s directions still fresh in his mind after four years, it didn’t take long to find the house. And I think you know the story from there.
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Type of experiment performed: Injections and external stimulus to produce psi abilities
Physical description: Eric stands about five-eight, about avarage. His hair is deep red, strait, and hangs in his face most of the time, always looking about two weeks overdue for a cut. His eyes are pale green, with only the smallest dot of a pupil in the middle; the quality of his sight is questionable. He was quite thin when he arrived, but has since fleshed out to an avarage build.
There's a thin scar going through his left eyebrow, and a small metal plate behind his left ear. There's also a little antanae, like a radio reciever, protruing from the base of his skull, but it's usually covered by his hair.
History:
Typical, for a lab experiment. Captured at ten, he's spent seven years in the lab. The original test group of ten he was in had an extreamly high mortality rate; the first died less than a year into the lab experimentation. Two others, Joan (Zepher) and Craig, escaped shortly after; one of which was brought back. When he escaped, about a week before finding the house, there were only three of the group left alive at the lab.
Project Third Eye:
This is Eric's story. And Zepher's, and all the rest. But it's as much his as theirs, so it goes here.
Humans like being connected to each other. They also like the very abilities that so often drive them apart, and dearly love to build them. So when a certain substance, combined with electrical stimulation, promised psychic powers, Project Third Eye was developed.
PTE involved one hundred youth, kept in groups of ten. Of nine of these groups, we know almost nothing. It is the tenth, subjects 91 through 100, that concerns us. Five boys: ten year old Eric, slightly neurotic. Ursus, age twelve, as large as the bear for which he was named and rarely stringing more than two words together. Rico, thirteen, wiry and active and generally getting on people's nerves. Mark, reserved, far too mature for his fifteen years. And, of course, Craig: eighteen, arrested at an anti-Lab demonstration and unable to give the name of a parent or guardian.
Five girls, too. Minty, eleven and already claiming to have psychic powers without the slightest bit of experimentation, thank you very much. Twelve-year-old Brianne, painfully shy. Octavia, called Tavy, fourteen and a flirt. Zepher, fifteen, and always trying to be the strong one, between nervous breakdowns. Harriet, seventeen, harboring a secret that would soon prove to be deadly.
They started out awkward, a group of wildly different people forced together. By the end of the month, they'd grown together, tightly knit by shared circumstances. Emotional bonds had been forged, some stronger than others. Zepher and Craig, for instance, were inseperable.
At the beginning of the fourth month, Harriet's secret was revealed. Another round of blood testing had come back, and she'd tested positive for HIV. Three tense days passed, and then... she was taken away. They'd all developed enough empathy by that time to be able to feel each other, so the others felt the exact moment she slipped away, loosing consciousness for the last time. Apparently, the scientists only wanted healthy subjects in this project.
Zepher claims that was when she and Craig first started plotting their escape. She started practicing, strengthening the telekinesis that had started to develop. He began "researching," finding all he could about the lab complex. A few months later, about eight months after the start of Project Third Eye, they got their chance.
A power-outage, a new lab assistant, and a particularly virulent strain of the flu set the stage. The new assistant was the only one watching that particular wing of the lab at the time, because so many scientists were out sick. A little distraction from Craig, a little lock-picking from Zepher – and they were out. Hotwiring a lab van – on of Craig’s many skills – they got out of there, and fast. The next day, they abandoned the van, and wandered a few weeks more, until they came to a large, deserted house.
Zepher’s fate? I’d be very surprised if you even have to ask.
As for Craig… well, he’d always been a bit of a daredevil. With problems with authority. So it wasn’t long – four months, perhaps – before he made some colossal mistake that resulted in his return to the lab. Not only to the lab, in fact, but his return to his old project group. The others were glad to see him: glad he was alive, and perhaps a little perversely glad he was back. They were even happier to hear about Zepher, and the House.
Still, their numbers dwindled. Brianne was next to go, victim of an overdose on an injection. Then Ursus, when some scientist made a mistake trying to insert a kind of receiver/antennae. And then, perhaps a year and a half after his return, Craig slipped away quietly in his sleep. The others thought he’d just given up. It had been no secret what had been going on between him and Zepher, and without her, he’d lost the will to live.
Fast forward, six years after Zepher and Craig’s’ escape. The group was down to three: Eric, nearly blind and more than a little neurotic; Rico, barely conscious most of the time and only speaking to the other two telepathicly, and not at all to the scientists; and Tavy, a shadow of her former self and totally devoted to Rico. When the guard on duty was called away suddenly to another part of the labs, Eric took the initiative and escaped. He pleaded with the others to come with him, but Rico wasn’t at all up to the trip, and Tavy declared she’d die before she left him. Eric saw his window of opportunity closing, and left without them.
With Craig’s directions still fresh in his mind after four years, it didn’t take long to find the house. And I think you know the story from there.