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Post by Tammy (Twi) on Apr 22, 2009 1:07:12 GMT
"Felt something was wrong here. I have dragon dna. The scary part is why I ended up with it." She said. She touched her crystal necklace the crystal catching a ray of light tossing it about. She let her hand become dragon like. "You want out?"/b] She asked not sure she would be able to get the lock open. She put her claw in the lock moving it about a bit to see how it felt to see how it would unlock. She knew it may take a while.
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Post by Moose on Apr 22, 2009 7:28:23 GMT
"Sweet genes, wish I could borrow them for a while," he said ears falling. It was a luxury to have a creature that was on top of the food chain and not on the bottom. His dulled eyes were brought to attention to the crystal necklace as it sparkled. "Of course. I would love to go frolicking with you but unless you have bar codes on your hands it won't happen. They don't use keys and locks much anymore. They finally figured out that claws were a handy picking device, so now they use these swipey cards," he explained. His nose wrinkled at the sound of her claws against the cold metal. "Stop it. If they catch you I'm not going to be the only one in trouble..."
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Post by Prism on Apr 22, 2009 11:17:19 GMT
Natalie grinned to herself as the dragon girl ignored her. Good. Could whoever…use their inside voices?...” The weak voice must have come from the Elk DNA kid, in the other corner of the room. These were all just guesses, seeing that she didn't have bars, just thick steel and tiny slots in the front. And the vampire didn't feel like moving at the moment. She did shudder though, as the scent of blood flared her nose. She hesitated, before finally dragging herself to just glance at the open wound. The only thing that could be seen through the thin sloths was a thin crest of yellow around fully wide pupils. Natalie took a deep breath. “So who’s there? You folkets new?” "New enough..." She choked out, voice straining. "Could you.... cover your wound or something?" She choked again, now finding her comfy spot at the door of the cage. She did roll her eyes at the dragon asked if they were okay. "Yeah, I feel great. I might go jogging later, run a marathon, ya know?" She growled, ignoring the blood from Skyler. The name exchange went around, and she stayed out of it. There was no need for them to know her name. The Skyler kid was asking about DNAs, how new she was. Geez. Either he was really lonley or just nosey. "You want out?" Natalie basically let a hysterical laugh out. "And there's the winning question! Oh how people have gotten so predictable these days!" She chuckled, now feeling a bit out of it. Lack of sleep did that to a person, vampire bat DNA or not. Of course. I would love to go frolicking with you but unless you have bar codes on your hands it won't happen. They don't use keys and locks much anymore. They finally figured out that claws were a handy picking device, so now they use these swipey cards," Natalie smiled again. "Clever bitches..." She mumbled, referring to the scientists. The sound of the scraping sent a shudder down her spine. Stop it.... she growled to herself. "Stop it. If they catch you I'm not going to be the only one in trouble..." Hm. So maybe there were smart people in the world.
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Post by Tammy (Twi) on Apr 22, 2009 19:23:00 GMT
Ianalee stoped and looked at the hinges on the door. If she could get that loose she could open the door with out bothering with the lock. She moved to the hinge to get a better look at it but noticed that the hinge had been made so it would not be able to come off like she wanted to. She sat and cursed lowly and growled "So much for that idea then....." she said sighing. She had run out of ideas other then one she had though chances were that one would not work and she would just end up in the same position as them.
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Post by Moose on Apr 23, 2009 0:38:51 GMT
Skyler’s ears perked at painfully jagged sarcasm from the other side of the room. He rolled his moss colored eyes from east to west. “Erm okay…I figured by now you’ve seen plenty of guts and or gore,” he replied finding pressing a wad of tissues to his cuts, wincing a little, they stung a little as he talked when his jaw moved. “So, don’t look then,” he added slowly, a little puzzled why this may had been an inconvenience for the mysterious voice from inside her walled cage. He hadn’t realized yet what kind of DNA she contained. He chuckled shaking his head from utterly crude comments. Skyler flashed Ianalee a glance of rotten amusement. He called out back to the other side of the room again. “Well aren’t you miss superior, shut up or put up,” he snorted the attitude beginning to wear and tear on his increasingly shrinking nerves. The elk-boy turned to the dragon girl with a faint grin. “Don’t worry you’re not the first person to have come up with that,” he said. He let out another long breath, letting his back and shoulders slide down the barrier until he was nearly lying down looking upward at the hard gray sky above him.
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Post by Prism on Apr 23, 2009 11:04:49 GMT
Huh. She hadn't affected Ianalee at all. Natalie couldn't help but crack a small grin. She shifted out of uncomfort, feeling the bruise start to scream again. Metal was not friendly at all. “Erm okay…I figured by now you’ve seen plenty of guts and or gore,” Natalie huffed. He had NO idea. "I don't mind seeing your guts at all, and if you're thinking I'm squeemish you're wrong." She growled, trying to ignore the scent of the teen's blood. Of course, there was a tag on the side of her cage who said who she was, and more importantly WHAT she was. “So, don’t look then,” The growl deepened. "It isn't a matter of looking! I could smell your blood from a mile away!" She snarled, eyes fierce as the pupils began adjusting to the light, smaller than before, showing more of the golden iris. “Well aren’t you miss superior, shut up or put up,” A small laugh shook her. "If you two would stop talking I would have been able to comment a little bit earlier." So what if they weren't babbling away? It didn't matter. Natalie wasn't one to care if everybody thought she was a crazy, murdering bitch. Because most of the time, she was. Skyler turned his attention back towards the dragon injected, and Natalie winced as she leaned back against the cage again. Her paler skin slightly let off a luminesance in the cage, contrasting with the dark.
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Post by Tammy (Twi) on Apr 25, 2009 17:19:55 GMT
Ianalee looked over at the other girl and leaned back on her hands looking at the white tile ceiling. She moaned and said, "Any idea other then me trying to take down a scientist to get a card key?" Ianalee said but then she heard voices outside the cage room door and got up and moving swiftly to hide in a corner behind empty cage. She looked towards the door and waited as the voices faded again. She did not move for a bit incase they heard her. She then slowly moved out of hiding.
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Post by Moose on Apr 25, 2009 17:39:41 GMT
Skyler frowned the voice was prickly and hard. Well as far he knew, he wasn’t about to show his guts to anybody without a fight. “I wouldn’t mind if someone shoved a sock down your bickering throat,” he replied, kicking mindlessly at the bars of the cage. “Oh…”he said soon realizing what had been bothering Natalie. His eyes peered through the dim room straining his still foggy eyes on the sign on her cage. Vampire bat, that explained things. “Well ignore it then. I know everyone wants a piece of me one way or another, but try to resist,” he mused although his voice held a stinging tone to it. “Sorry miss manner etiquette, what is this, a Socratic seminar?” he spat. He deliberately turned his attention back to Ianalee. “Ian, do have you have a death wish? Either the card key is on whoever captured me or Roberts who seems to be ‘my scientist. He doesn’t ‘do’ nice,” he warned her. If anything he didn’t want to the blame or cause for anybody getting hurt just to save his sorry ass. And it almost always ended badly. He’d take his own chances when his door was opened.
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Post by Prism on Apr 25, 2009 18:04:13 GMT
Natalie grinned. Oh, she Was irritating, wasn't she? The vampire injected shuffled a bit again, cringing away as she felt the cold metal on her arm, before settling in a different spot. “I wouldn’t mind if someone shoved a sock down your bickering throat,” She nodded to herself, laughing a bit. "Doesn't everybody?" She sighed, glancing up at Ianalee for a second. Natalie could see around the dark cage perfectally, and the light filtering in from the lights in the cage room caused her to squint, turning away. “Well ignore it then. I know everyone wants a piece of me one way or another, but try to resist. His voice had a bitter edge to it. That was understandable. Natalie sighed, just plain tired now. "It really isn't that easy.." She muttered, the sound coming out of her throat gruff, dull, and exhausted. The mocking, sarcastic tone it normally had was gone. It sounded like... it was supposed to if you had been locked up in a cage for weeks. “Sorry miss manner etiquette, what is this, a Socratic seminar?” Her tired grimace cracked into a small grin again. Now, she was just amused. But the smile didn't reach her eyes. "Possibly..." She mused as Skyler turned his attention backto Ianalee. It was obvious it was kind of like saying their little conversation was over. She kind of wanted to see what her side would look like, to see if anybody would have a reaction to her swollen body. She doubted they would care, though.
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Post by Tammy (Twi) on Apr 25, 2009 18:16:09 GMT
Ianalee stood. "Well then I am just going to have to risk it. I need to get you two out of here some how." Ianalee said as she moved towards the door. She looked out the small window carefully. She looked to see if any one was in the hallway.
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Post by Max on Apr 26, 2009 19:37:55 GMT
I'm calling out for a hero to find me -Michael Prowler Michael barely reacted to the other experiments leaving. His ears moved to a relaxed position. The rain still fell onto his body, clinging to him, draining all the heat from his body. He felt numb as he managed to push himself to his feet and head to place he hoped was deserted. The beach, his hunch being right. Michael's crystal blue gaze watched the waves as they crashed against the shore. He didn't go onto the shore, instead walking onto the pier. He wasn't suicidal, no matter what it looked like. His hand was placed on the side of the banister as he reached the end, his free hand pushed into his pocket, holding onto the necklace his mother had owned before she passed away. His eyes were filled with tears. He pulled himself onto the bar stopping people from falling into the water, his feet placed on the bar below it. This was where he wanted to be, a place deserted where no one could so him, no one could judge him. His tail was also wrapped around the bar, not fully trusting himself not to fall off. Glistening tears ran down the pale flesh, his hair clinging to his neck and cheeks. His heart was beating quickly, just listening to the crashing of waves, the gulls screeching. All of it seemed so calm, his grip relaxing on the bar. Big mistake. His body jutted forward, a cry breaking from his lips as he whirled around in time, his hand clinging onto the damp bar, eyes wide. His throat was dry, his other hand reaching up to grasp hold of the bar and trying to hoist himself up. That would be if it hadn't lost grip again and slammed against the wood. Another cry broke from his lips at the sharp pain that ran up it. Michael couldn't lift himself up with one arm, heck, he doubted with both of his arm's in the current situation. His grip was weak, his eyes forced shut. Below him was the crashing, most likely cold waves. He was fully clothed. He was screwed if he let go, and if he shifted that wouldn't help. There was only one thing to do in this kind of situation. " HELP! Please someone help!" Michael managed to cry out, but it was most likely not loud enough for anyone to hear. He was scared to say the least as his body quaked. Why had he been this stupid in the first place? Of course he was going to slip into the water, life just hated him to no end. Cold seeped into every pore, unsure if he was even going to remain conscious for long, the cold finally getting to him.
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Post by Mikki on Apr 28, 2009 16:30:12 GMT
Give me a kiss before you tell me goodbye [/font][/center]
The cool salt air, the fading cry of sea gulls and the sun setting on the ocean. The black clouds like silhouettes on the purple and red sky. The sun glowed bright, the yellows, oranges and reds bleeding into the water as it sunk lower into the horizon. A sudden gust lifted the hood from the male's head and settled to rest on his back, he didn't try to put his hood back up over his head to keep his ears warm. The salt spray refreshed him, the whip like wind tugging at his clothes and hair making them dance like puppets on strings or limp rag dolls being toyed with by a young child. The tall male just stood there looking out a sea, seeing the ever rippling water and the lapping waves riding onto the shore. His gaze seemed distant and not fixed on a certain thing as he stared onwards. The brisk breeze sunk through his open jack and his t-shirt but he didn't show any sign of discomfort. "It's been so long..." he said, finally speaking but it wasn't directed to anyone. He was thinking out loud. His emerald green eyes were fixed to the landscape, his eyes glanced up at the darkening sky back down to the constant moving body of water. His hands were in his hoodie pockets trying to keep them from becoming numb because of the bone chilling breeze that whistled onto land from the ocean.
The male finally broke his staring contest with the setting sun to glance over to the pier, his hair was disturbed and two triangular ears appeared from the parting strands. The canine ears twitched and swiveled as they picked up an unfamiliar sound. HELP! Please someone help! A cry for help. Without hesitation he withdrew his hands from his pockets and began to run towards the cry.
Reaching the end of the pier he looked around, glancing at the bar and rushed towards the spot. A pair of hands, white at the knuckles, clutched onto the bar as the person hung on for dear life. Looking over the side of the pier he saw the young boy, his eyes glancing from the boy to the crashing waves below him, if he didn't help the boy would be washed out to sea and probably wouldn't survive. "Hang on" he managed to say, his voice slightly raised to make sure Michael caught what he had said over the crash of the waves below him, circling him like hungry sharks waiting for him to fall, as he grasped the wrists of the young boy.
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Post by Max on Apr 28, 2009 17:08:19 GMT
I can feel it coming, the creeping coldness -Michael Prowler It was amazing what a situation like this did to someone. Admittedly, no, his life did not flash before the teenager's eyes, but it did help to clear your mind. Helped you really see things. And right now all he really could think of was the thing he had been so upset over. All of it seemed so pointless now. Yes, he was uncomfortable in the restaurant, but that was his home. And he wanted to get back there, not fall into the water and most likely drown. The cold was seeping into his flesh, clinging to his bones as he opened his mouth, attempting to cry out for help again, before he realized it was pointless. Who in there right mind would be out here in this weather? His grip began to slip, until he heard something, and felt something moving above his head. Michael looked up, seeing it was a man, and then the hands clasped around his wrist's. He had to make it out of this. He had to keep living his mostly messed up life. Michael began to try and pull himself up, his white hair plastered to his skin, crystal blue eyes closed in concentration. Michael managed to pull his body up enough to use his legs to push as well, finding one of the support beams. Why hadn't he found that earlier? With Randall's help he was soon back onto the pier, his body shuddering, from both the cold and the experience his just had. His fox like tail was damp with the rain, his fox ears lost in the tangle of white hair. His chest was heaving, heart racing trying to keep himself warm. This couldn't be good. The most important thing would be to get out of the cold breeze's and get out of the wet clothes. " Thank you ," Michael managed to mutter, voice showing how scared he was, and the shiver running over his body was visible. He blinked a couple of time's, clearing away the traces of tears in his eye. He felt as if he was about to just collapse, but doing that would be bad for his health. Being out like this for much longer would be bad.
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Post by Mikki on Apr 29, 2009 16:57:15 GMT
Give me a kiss before you tell me goodbye [/font][/center] He took deep breaths to get his breath back. He didn't think about covering up his canine ears but after the Michael had said something, Thanks, that was it he snapped out of it and began to worry about his ears. Pinning them back against his head in a bid for Michael not to see them and wishing that he hadn't already seen them. Just at that moment Michael's white tail caught his eyes, he was one of them, just like him. He looked at Michael in the eyes and nodded. "Your welcome" he said, his ears releasing themselves from the side of his head. He noticed Michael shiver, no wonder, he was wet and it's cold out and if he didn't change out of those wet clothes soon he would catch his death. "You need to get back home and change before you catch a cold or something worse" he commented. He held out his hand to Michael, just in case he wanted a hand helping him up.
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Post by Max on Apr 29, 2009 17:22:13 GMT
I can feel it coming, the creeping coldness -Michael Prowler Michael's eyes flickered upward toward the man again, still sat down, managing to capture the flicker of movement. Well, that was interesting. He could tell that he was an experiment, the feline like ears a give away, but a lingering scent of animal was on him, the normal scent of an experiment. " Your an experiment like me, right? Do you have somewhere to stay? It's just, there's this restaurant thing where we all stay, and I should at least ask seeing as you just saved my life and...I should probably stop talking now ," Michael asked, his voice still slightly hoarse. Michael grasped the man's hand and pulled himself up, eyes scanning his surroundings for a moment, shivers still rattling his body. He leaned against the banister for a moment, relaxing his breathing for a moment before turning his gaze to toward the alley way's. It wouldn't take that long to get back there, so he could afford to waste a small amount of time chatting with this man. " I'm Michael by the way" He added, smiling slightly.
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Post by Mikki on Apr 29, 2009 17:36:49 GMT
Give me a kiss before you tell me goodbye [/font][/center]
Randall couldn't keep it hidden, he could smell the scent of an animal on this boy and he was sure that he could smell the lingering scent of his animal side. His ears twitched, listening to Michael's question. "Yes I'm an experiment" he replied, helping Michael get up after he grasped his hand. Randall didn't know what to say about Michael's rambling, asking if he had a place and something about a restaurant. "Calm down first" he said calmly, at least he was calm. Well he didn't really expect Michael to be calm after nearly falling off the pier and nearly drowning.
"Randall.But call me Memphis" he said, replying to Michael. He told him his name so he gave his in return. "So at a guess you live at this restaurant your talking about?" he asked, trying to clear things up and piece things together what Michael was rambling.
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Post by Max on Apr 29, 2009 17:53:24 GMT
I can feel it coming, the creeping coldness -Michael Prowler Just focus on breathing, get your heart rate down a bit, Michael thought,taking the man's advice and calming himself down. He had a tendency to do that. To ramble on when something like that happened. He moved his drenched hair from his eyes, his breathing slowed and relaxed. Memphis? That was a strange nickname, but interesting at the same time. " Yeah, sorry about the rambling ," Michael said calmly, managing to hide the slight embarrassment in his voice. He hated when he did that, but it was his nervous habit. He was leaning against the banister still, listening to the crashing waves behind him, the ones that had been so close to taking him away from everything he knew. Everything he cared for. Question's suddenly poured into his mind if he had been lost. How would Piper feel? What would have been done about him disappearing? Would anyone have even noticed?
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Post by Jo on Apr 29, 2009 19:30:31 GMT
Zack nodded. “Well, I can crash on the couch if there are no rooms left. Or, a booth even, I don’t know how Skyler would reacted to having to share his couch,” Zack chuckled as he began to move at a steady pace along the beach. He recalled the last time he had fallen asleep on the couch Skyler had claimed as his own, it ended in him yelling at the younger injected for playing a cruel joke on him. Zack smiled as they moved into the ally, pausing after a moment and shaking his head in a very dog like manor, water droplets flying everywhere. He glanced at the sky, how he hated rain. “Race ya,” the words left his lips before he had a chance to think about them. He glanced challengingly at Will, a smirk held firm on his lips. A race was just what Zack needed to take his mind off of the rain, and they’d both get back quicker if they were running. Of course, the fact that Will was a cheetah injected didn’t occur to Zack, nor did the fact that the nyala was Zack’s fastest form and he wasn’t about to use that in front of people.
He didn’t wait for an answer, he began to run down the ally, knowing the way to the restaurant pretty well by now. As he ran he leapt into the air, he pushed off from the ground on human feet and landed on leopard paws. He glanced over his shoulder, his leopard form couldn’t even hope to keep up with Will’s cheetah form, he knew that, but he didn’t care, it was all in good fun. He grinned at Will, before he set off again and full pelt. He leapt over one of the dumpsters laying across the ally, he winced as his back foot caught on the dumpster and he crashed against the floor. He stood up, shook himself dry and chuckled to himself, shaking his head lightly at his own clumsiness and took off once more, not hurt at all. Grace and speed were not attributes that showed in his leopard form, but strength was, which was shown as he shoved his shoulder against the next dumpster laying in his way, sending the thing crashing against the side of the ally wall.
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If Jo had been well, this would have gone an entirely different way. For instance, the phrase ‘sorry isn’t good enough’ came to mind. But she didn’t have the energy to say it, nor did she like the idea of yelling insults at the one person who was helping her. But it felt so odd to her, to be laying in Kira’s hands without the ability to react, only to twitch and whine. Jo was not used to being the damsel in distress. And she certainly wasn’t the sort to fall back into the arms of a man who had hurt her so much. She didn’t fall for people lightly, especially with the added wild dog dna, but Kira, he was different. No. She had thought he was different. But he was a heart breaker like every other guy out there. Apart from Twilight and Damien, she had yet to see a relationship that didn’t end in heart break. Ok, maybe there were some out there, but death and betrayal was all around her, tearing apart the relationships that could have gone somewhere.
Her eyes flickered open for a moment as Kira moved her head onto his lap, she let them close as pain filtered through her body, sharp pain coming from where Kira took out the glass. She pushed her muzzle lightly into Kira’s leg, wanting to let him know that she was happy he was here. But soon, soon the morphine would not be able to stop her from telling him what she really though of him, and how she really felt. By now most of the glass had been removed from her body, most of them were small pieces, it all looked a lot worse then it really was. There was still a large piece of glass stabbed into her shoulder blade, and her other side was littered with small bits of glass.
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Jesse rolled his eyes. “You said that already,” he pointed out. He glanced behind him at Carmella and Jack, his eyes closed as he turned back to Jonathan. He smirked. “Only small men feel the need to control women with violence,” he said as his brown eyes fell on Jonathan. He shook his head in disapproval as he walked away from Jonathan and over to Carmella’s side. “Is there anything I can do to help?” he asked Jack, reaching out and letting his fingers brush over Carmella’s soft skin, only for a second before they withdrew back to his side.
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Cassandra let Lee push the gun down, but only because she was so shocked by what he said next. She didn’t doubt that it was true, for some reason she knew as soon as he said it that it was true. Her son, the son she had given up at birth, he was here, she took a step back as Lance yelled at Lee. Honestly, she had never imagined this day would come. She gave him up, for one, and on a different continent for another. His father, she smirked as she thought of him, he was another Irish man, it was almost seem like a big coincidence, but considering the amount of men Cassandra had slept with, chances were that two or more of them had the same nationality. It seemed that Cassandra had completely phased out, until Lance’s hard gaze snapped her back to earth. She looked the boy over, and a deep, hateful frown came onto her face.
But it wasn’t for the reason that you would expect.
Cassandra gritted her teeth as first her attention turned to Lee. “You knew about this, all this time, and you didn’t think to mention it at all?” she voice snapped through the room, poor Lee, wrong place, wrong time. She then turned back to Lance, her mouth parting, for a moment it almost looked like she was about to deny everything, lie, say she never had a kid in her life so he couldn’t be her son. But she didn’t. “Someone injected you!?” it could barely be believe that it was Cassandra who was saying this, but the dark and angry tone was unmistakeably hers. “Someone actually injected you? Someone in this institution injected /my/ son!” Cassandra jerked the gun out of Lee’s grip with considerable force. She shouldered herself past Lee and swung open the door to the staff room. “Someone’s going to pay for this,” was the last thing she said before she slammed the door shut behind her, storming out into the corridor to track down the person who injected /her/ son. Her gun was held so tight that her knuckles turned white, being brandished threateningly at everyone she saw as she moved swiftly down the corridor.
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Post by Dawn on Apr 29, 2009 19:36:30 GMT
Ava was tested daily by the Alphas as they trained her to fight and defend herself. She enjoyed this but, as she got better they began to get harder on her, till one day she ended up with a broken nose and arm. They fixed her arm and nose letting her heal in the medical room they were un-aware just how well she healed when they helped. She played like she was still hurt for a day before trying to escape. She almost managed to but one of the Alpha's caught her. She was then put into her room with out food for a few days.
Time passed slowly during those few days and her will to escape grew more as well. She was surprised when they opened her door and gave her food. She was back on a normal eating regimen for about a week again before she was moved to another room. A nicer one with a window though it had chicken wire in it and was not able to open. She then spent most her days looking out that window not bothering much with training mostly just using defensive moves and avoiding the Alphas.
Today after a normal training session she found herself pinned on the ground a claw to her neck. Next thing she knew she seemed to have died and every one thought so too but her body was brought back to her room it lay motionless with a bruise on the neck. Soon she started breathing again her wings out behind her touching the ceiling. When Ava heard a guard open the door she bolted at him her arms pushed hard moving him out of the way. The man hit the wall and fell stunned. Ava began to run through the halls heading toward the green glowing EXIT sign she knew marked freedom. She rushed toward the door praying she would make it out in time as she heard people behind her. Time seemed to be moving like a sloth as she slid around corners heading for the exit.
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Post by scenester on Apr 29, 2009 23:03:23 GMT
k i r a once a woman has forgiven her man, she must not reheat his sins for breakfast.
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Thought after thought. Memory after memory.
Slowly everything set into perspective. For now, he would help, heal and soothe. If he was unwanted, he would leave. If he was still accepted perhaps he could explain. Though, Kira was almost certain that he was be sent running again for he was unsure just how long he was capable of keeping Seth Knox off his lovely tail. It truly was strange to see Jo so pained. Normally she was the strong independent woman that had loyal friends to back her up. Nearly jumping at the sudden pressure on his leg, a slow but small smile twitched at his lips. Giving a little light to his worn face. Sensing a tinge of anxiety in himself, the man wondered if maybe it would be wiser too escape the danger of these halls and bring her home. <i>home</i>, the word twisted peculiarly on his tongue and acidicly brunt his thoughts. Was that still his home?
" Jo? Jo I'm going to take you back to Will."
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