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Post by Tobey on Jul 19, 2007 21:35:06 GMT -5
Christina had been working on the drug to put in Kat's coke for a few weeks now. She was deliberately taking her time, to make it look like she didn't know what she was doing nearly as well as she actually did. And she was taking her time for another reason, too. Besides the basic chemical signals for 'pain' and 'fear,' which Christina could recite the formulas for in her sleep, the scientist was working on something else for Kat. She knew quite a bit about the biochemistry of memory circuits; she'd created fake, inject-able memories before, as a torture device. These fabricated memories sometimes worked even better than the Serum, particularly on Christina's more difficult subjects. The substance Christina was working on now would hopefully turn into a memory of Adrian putting something into a can of coke. If it worked right, Kat would think that she had seen Adrian doing the dirty deed a few days before; this would quite conveniently kick in right after Kat had been bowled over with pain after drinking her coke. But memories were fickle things, and there was an extremely good chance that it wouldn't work at all. Even on the slim chance that it /did/ work despite Christina's limited resources, there was some chance that Kat's mind would interpret the neurochemical signals differently than what was the intention. But, if it did work, it would be worth the risk; with any luck it would start a vicious cycle of revenge between Kat and Adrian. And hey, if it didn't work, Christina would still at least have gotten some more revenge on Kat. It was a win-win situation. For Christina, anyway.
Finally, Kat's coke concoction was nearly ready. Christina had put it into an innocent-looking, small jar, carefully chosen for its dissimilarity to anything a scientist might have on-hand. There were only a few drops of the pale yellowish liquid; hopefully that would be all that would be needed to cause Kat to feel the appropriate amounts of pain and anxiety. To that Christina added a few more drops of clear liquid; the fake memory serum. It was ready.
Christina headed down the hall, jar in hand, and knocked on Adrian's door.
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Post by Souleh on Aug 17, 2007 14:23:34 GMT -5
While Christina was finishing her devious preparations, Adrian was doing what he usually was when he was not reading, training, or wandering the House. Namely, rocking out. Of course, he would never in his life admit to thinking of it like that, he was entirely too dignified to 'rock out', but the fact of the matter was that he was most certainly rocking out.
And by rocking out, of course, we mostly mean that he had at some point gotten lost in the music pouring out, perhaps a bit too loudly, of his painfully low quality stereo. But at least he wasn't singing, just mouthing the words in that way a person has when they're utterly alone and utterly absorbed and utterly enjoying themselves. Adrian had managed not to shame himself completely and give in to dancing like a crazy person as is often seen in the movies, though his expressions were practically performance art and he hadn't managed to avoid a few headbangs at the appropriately hardcore songs.
Everyone's favorite evil kitten was lucky he heard her knock. He straightened immediately, frozen for a moment, staring at the door until he flopped onto his side, rolling off the top bunk and landing with a soft thud, crouched on his feet. He glanced briefly at the volume dial, and the music quickly fell to a tasteful level. Brushing off his hands, Adrian stood, stepping quickly over to the door and opening.
The CD beat Adrian to greeting her, informing Christina that 'Well darling, tonight could be a beautiful night to die.' He gave an annoyed sighed, glanced again at the dial and set it slightly softer, and then looked back to one of the few people that were actually shorter than him, smiling slightly. "Nice to see you again, Christina." Well, /someone/ was a bit more friendly this time.
OoC: Yet another apology for the wait. And for some of the silly in this post. I've been writing a good deal of angst, all my light-heartedness slipped out.
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Post by Tobey on Aug 27, 2007 22:28:45 GMT -5
Christina heard Adrian's music as she stood in front of the door, frowning as she realized that it was exactly the sort of music that she might have liked when she was younger. Harsh and angry. Of course, she was an adult now, and civilized adults did not listen to such rubbish. Fortunately, the music was turned down to a more tolerable level soon after her knock, and Adrian appeared in the doorway. Christina politely waited as he turned his music down a second time, followed by his friendly welcome.
Well, this was a first. A pleasant, even cheerful greeting from an experiment; something Christina had almost certainly never heard before. It was almost an insult, for friendliness implied equality. But, acting fast, before she could give herself time to think of anything nasty to say back, she immediately answered, "Nice to see you too. I have the, ah, concoction." She held up the jar, with its seemingly insignificant amount of liquid, for Adrian to take. "I trust you know what to do with it," she added confidently.
(I assume that Adrian's listening to Wake the Dead by The Used; that was what came up when I looked up the lyrics. If I'm wrong, then just ignore Christina's opinion of the song. And also ignore the general crappiness of this post.)
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Post by Souleh on Sept 5, 2007 16:18:33 GMT -5
ooc: What crappiness? Also, yes, 'Wake the Dead.' <333
bic: His eyes widened fractionally for a moment, eyeing the jar for an even longer moment before delicately taking it from her, holding it ever so gently, like a wee kitten, fragile but with the potential for so much damage. "Thank you." Was that appropriate? Was he supposed to thank her? Whatever, he already had, and she certainly had worked hard on the stuff inside, she probably deserved a thank you.
Shifting slightly, relaxing when it came to the jar and tensing when it came to...everything else, he nodded, his almost smile fading into something a bit more serious. "Yes, I know what to do." Holding the jar in front of him, with both hands now, his right fingers drummed against it once. "Tonight. The sooner the better, I suppose." Adrian didn't want to have to hold onto the substance any longer than he had to, and cutting down on the amount of time he had to think about it was good for his nerves - less time to fret over how wrong it all was and less of a chance of backing out.
ooc: I don't think that last sentence makes sense. Ah, well, sense is for the weak.
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Post by Tobey on Sept 23, 2007 20:57:57 GMT -5
((Eh, sorry this is so late. Well, better late than never, right?))
"My pleasure," Christina said, feeling that it was only polite to have some sort of response to a 'thank you.' My goodness, she was acting /polite/ to an experiment? Apparently, she was a better actress than even she had thought.
Christina nodded in agreement that yes, tonight would be best. "Good," she said, sounding rather pleased. "Yes, the chemicals will be most effective if delivered immediately, before they have a chance to degrade."
Having delivered the substance to Adrian, which was all Christina had come to do, she turned to leave. She had already covered almost half of the exceedingly short distance between their two rooms, when she stopped for a second and said, "If there are any problems that you can't handle, my room is just next door." She tried to maintain the tone that she had expressed a little earlier, one of confidence in Adrian, but she didn't quite suppress a subtle undertone in her voice that seemed to convey the message, 'Don't need my help.'
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Post by Souleh on Sept 26, 2007 18:00:03 GMT -5
ooc: No problem, I'm not the speediest of repliers, either.
bic: He couldn't help but feel a bit pleased with himself for having inadvertently chosen the most ideal plan of action and it showed, the slightest hint of a self-satisfied smirk curling at the corners of his mouth. It never hurt to stumble upon perfection.
Even pausing for a moment as the turned to leave, Adrian nearly had the door closed by the time she turned again to add her mixed message, perhaps a bit too eager to retreat back into the relative safety of his room and await nightfall. He frowned slightly, otherwise frozen politely to listen, easily picking out her less hospitable message. Adrian did, after all, have quite a bit of experience with the art of imitation; he had picked up the handy talent of being able to distinguish one tone from another. "I doubt there will be," he assured Christina, noticeably less pleasant than he had been when greeting her, studying the small kitten tensely for a moment. Determined to keep their relationship on polite terms, he added an "Enjoy your evening" before pulling the door closed, slipping back into his room.
His gaze first went to the clock, checking how much longer he would have to wait before he was fairly sure it was safe, and then to his stereo, quickly turning up the volume. He had quite a while left to spend drowning out his doubts - and, more importantly, his conscience.
ooc: There. Now for the devious part. +skips off to Word+
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