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 Posted: Fri Mar 21, 2008 12:37 pm
[[ Just a quick note, feel free to read, but please do not post unless you are invited or have requested permission. Those who enter will probably become lost among the rubble, and not make it too far in. Thanks! ]]
Even before the epic battle that ravaged Crosshaven, the labs were an unwelcoming, dark hole. With long, narrow, cement corridors and winding passages, it has become an unfavored place among all. There are rumors that it is haunted, but those who know better understand the falacy in that statement. The old Crosshaven Laboratories have never been haunted. It is a ghost in itself.
Now, over three quarters of the chambers are caved in and inaccessible. Large chunks of cement and rubble prevent people from entering or leaving. However, with all the little hidey-holes that have been created, it is the perfect habitat for certain types of rats...
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Posted: Fri Mar 21, 2008 1:00 pm
Vincente approached the large reinforced steel door that sealed off the laboratories and pushed it open. There was once a keypad to enter a code for the door, but those technologies had long since short-circuited. With its damaged frame, the door now swung freely in the wind with a long, painful whine.
He was inside and navigating the shattered halls like he had lived there all his life. Deeper and deeper into the twisted cement and steel maze he went, for what seemed an hour, until he came upon a blank wall. Placing his palm against the wall, there was a long moment of silence. A small violet light traced its outline with a hum, and then disappeared. There where chirps, clicks, and beeps throughout the corridor. Suddenly, the cacophony was silenced as the wall flashed a bright white, then dimmed to reveal a two-foot thick air-tight glass sliding door.
It slid open to admit him, and a rush of cold air blew past him. A mechanical voice from nowhere in particular spoke to him as he entered. "Welcome back, Dr. Genova."
The door slid to a close behind him, and its cloaking device revved up with a multitude of clacking and knocking, like a hundred dead-bolt locks being locked at once. Then, there was silence and the wall assumed its previous facade. Nothing looked any different.
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Posted: Mon Mar 24, 2008 2:27 pm
Once he was inside, the motion censors began to whir and the lights began to flicker on one by one. Three large generators the size of refridgerators hummed rhythmically against the wall, the lab's only source of energy. There was a number of strange devices dripping and churning fluids, and a desk covered in papers and snack wrappers. The room smelled sickly sweet, like the candy aisle in a grocery store.
In the center of the room was a long steel table. It was clean and neat, perhaps the only thing in the room to be so. There were medical tools on a nearby tray, but they too were spotless. However, nearby there was a trash can. Lying on its side at the bottom was something small and silvery. It was a bent crudely at a ninety degree angle and smothered in a dark substance, now dry and crusty. It was a bloody scalpel.
Vincente took his laptop out of his bag and set it on his messy desk, turning it on as he opened it. With a beep, it asked for a password.
*********
The main screen flashed, welcoming him. He promptly opened a program titled 'Work Log.' He began typing.
//sub.44-1/cross/child7_res
name/ NA
age/ 9 - 10?
gender/ female
occupation/ NA
location/ NA
education/ NA
bloodtype/ O
temperament/ quiet, inquisitive
gift/ momentarily unknown. further research required.
STATUS: UNDER OBSERVATION
Behavioral note: Violent when conscious. Immune to anesthesia and sedatives.
There was a loud banging against a metal door in the corner. Vincente swiveled around lazily in his chair, pointed a remote at the door, and pressed a button. From around the cracks of the door blue light flashed violently and a loud, electrical zapping noise was heard. The pounding stopped, and Vincente turned back to his computer. Next to the word 'temperament,' he added something.
'Uncooperative.'
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Posted: Mon Mar 24, 2008 10:21 pm
He wanders into the lab, now standing with only a few feet between himself and Vincent, watching him over his shoulder, though his eyes have a tendency to travel up and down the halls, unsure of how they have managed to stay up all of this time.
A quiet "whoa..." is all he can manage when the final door slides open, followed by the cool mechanical voice that greets the stranger into his den. "What is this place..." he walks around the room, a little weary of the secrets that he would discover hidden down in the cold cell.
It's obvious that Vincent had been making himself quite comfortable in Crosshaven for sometime, and it appeared that no one had yet to discover just how comfortable he had managed to become. Thomas wanders back over to Vincent, reading along as he fills in the the 'Work Log' "Female?" His eyes fall back onto the shiny tools and the table, and just as he notices the discarded scalpel lying neatly in the bottom of the trash, he hears the loud desperate pounding against a metal door, that Vincent manages to put to an end with the press of a button.
Thomas' face drops and he walks up to the door, staring blankly at it, unsure if he really wants to know who is behind it, though he has a strong feeling he already does. After a moment has passed, he steps through, leaving Vincent alone for the first time since the event.
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Posted: Thu Mar 27, 2008 4:37 am
(( Officially requesting permission to invade. twisted ))
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Posted: Thu Mar 27, 2008 4:49 pm
*** giggles maniacally for having set him loose on you ***
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Posted: Sat Apr 19, 2008 10:10 am
((Give me a moment, and everything will be ready! 4laugh ))
A cold chill passed through Vincente's body and he turned slowly and looked around. It was silent, as the labs always were except for the constant hum of the computers and generators. Though the chill was only physical. There was no fear, no excitement. In fact, he had long been expecting him. The one whose data he had longed for since arriving some years ago.
He stood and smiled, knowing there wasn't much time to spare until Hollow arrived. He brought out a bag of gummy worms from his coat pocket and tore it open nonchalantly as he entered a code into the number panel next to the reinforced steel door. The same from before that hid that strange slamming noise on the other side. It slid open quietly, releasing its cool air with a sigh.
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Posted: Mon Apr 21, 2008 11:16 pm
He nibbled on the worm thoughtfully before stepping through the doorway into the cool dark room. It smelled clean, but medically so. More sterile than anything. Like a hospital. Within the room, just barely visible in the dim light were a few pieces of furniture. A steel slab that served as a bed, (for a thin sheet was spread neatly across it), a small bathtub, a narrow sink, and a monitor of some sort, though there were no buttons or knobs to adjust its settings.
It was fixed to a program of a woman pointing at the various organs ad bones that made up the human body. A small shape was huddled in the middle of the floor, gazing up at the screen blankly. It moved every now and then, mainly to adjust its posture or to get more comfortable. After standing quietly for a few moments, Vincente spoke in a clear and calm voice.
"Are you enjoying your show, Subject Forty-four?"
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Posted: Mon Apr 21, 2008 11:24 pm
Without missing a beat, as if it had been anticipating such a question, the shadowy figure responded.
"Yes, Doctor. Thank you for asking." The voice was strange, and had a steely rasp to it, as if it too, like everything else in the labs, had been artificially created. Its dark eyes never left the screen as the woman displayed how to perform a blood transfusion.
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Posted: Mon Apr 21, 2008 11:28 pm
Vincente smiled and nodded with satisfaction. She had learned well. After the chaos of the battle, her recovery was remarkable, He couldn't help but pat himself on the back.
"You are a very polite young lady, Subject Fourty-four. Would you like a gummy worm? You deserve a treat. I insist." He awaited the correct response with anticipation.
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Posted: Mon Apr 21, 2008 11:31 pm
Again, her eyes could not be drawn from the monitor as she spoke. "Thank you Doctor, but I must decline. My caloric intake has reached a maximum level for today, and my metabolism will be unable to break it down properly. It does not provide the sufficient nutrients needed by my body."
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Posted: Mon Apr 21, 2008 11:37 pm
Vincente grinned like a jackal in the darkness. A success. She was the first success after forty three consectutive failed projects. It seemed to be due to her body's ability to resist foreign chemicals that had kept her alive during all the experimentation and radiation that she had gone through. In other words, she was one tough cookie. How was it that she was so resilient to such abnormal circumstances?
"I understand, Subject Fourty-four. Please clean yourself up and rebuffer your temporary memory-reactions chip. We are expecting company."
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Posted: Mon Apr 21, 2008 11:38 pm
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Posted: Thu May 29, 2008 10:47 pm
Thomas starred at the small humanoid figure sitting in the room. Things were beginning to piece together for him, and though he was not sure what the purpose of Vincente's experiment was yet, he knew that this tiny figure had not always been this way, but was most likely, at one time the young girl Hollow had been screaming about at the event.
"My God..." he mumbled to himself as he stood closer to the figure to get a closer look, "what has he done to you?" He stood, hypnotized by what he was seeing, until he heard "We are expecting company" at which he spun back around, "Who? Hollow? Charlie? Another piece of s**t scientist like you? Come on, tell me who's coming..." He knew that it was only a small percent chance that it was Charlie, but who ever was coming to this hell, he prayed they knew what they were facing.
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Posted: Thu Jun 05, 2008 10:03 pm
The girl bowed her head respectfully as the doctor left her chambers, locking the door behind him. With a flicker, the lights went out, this time, no doubt manually, controlled by Vincente himself.
She took small, careful steps to the corner before leaning on the wall. She reached to the back of her head, probably the most physically changed thing about her.
Her close-shaven scalp was a labyrinth of scars. Not rips and tears, but surgically sliced curves and lines sewn back together over a long period of time. Her eye sockets were sunken and bruised, and her cheekbones protruded even more than usual. Her skin was snow white and smooth, save for a long, thin vertical scar that ran directly from her forehead, down her left eye, cheek, and curved under her jawline.
She reached for the back of her skull, which was now a plethora of wires and knobs that ran back directly into her spine. The monitor mumbled quietly as she adjusted her settings with long, thin, practiced fingers.
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