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Post by Ash on Jun 25, 2009 19:05:13 GMT 4
It was cold and dank. The teenager shivered, hugging her knees but more for comfort than for warmth. Large white wings, very much uncared for, wrapped round the girl as if to hide her. They didn't get very far before a visible wince was drawn from the girl at stretching them so much after the last test, which had left her feeling very weak, tired and pained. Her wings were the most affected. Her jeans, slightly torn at the knees, and black slip-like dress offered little warmth. Dove sighed. She glanced towards the door warily as footsteps approached, then carried on past. Casting her golden brown gaze about the room, she couldn't see much and that was even with her better-than-human eyesight. She'd not eaten for two days maybe, it was hard to keep track of time here in this dark room, surrounded by the cold steel bars that were her prison. She estimated that she had about one day left in her before something snapped, two or hopefully three at the most.
The door opened and the dove girl shrank back, scrambling blindly as the oncoming light temporarily blinded her. A harsh laugh was accompanied by the sound of a cage being opened and something being thrown in. The lock of the other cage clinked as the door slammed shut, and soon the blissful darkness was back and Dove was alone again.
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Post by Catalyst on Jul 10, 2009 0:51:47 GMT 4
The last thing Sorrow saw was darkness. Since he came back to the school, most of the tests on him had been trying to provoke his state of power in the moonless night. Guess they were leaving off from where they left when he escaped, then.
The first thing Sorrow felt as he woke was a sharp pain in his shoulder. He opened his eyes and all he saw was a blinding light. It then started to dim and soon all was black. Pitch black. Sorrow closed his eyes, hoping to escape the darkness. He shifted around in his cage, trying to position his shoulder better. He couldn't inspect it properly in the dark, but he didn't think it had much effect on his wing. Maybe his shoulder would hurt when he was flying? He didn't know. He tried his best to see anything in the pitch black, and all he managed to see was a small light comming from the crack at the bottom of the door. He kept his eyes focused on the small section of light. His iris's were comletely black, indicating that he was sad. How could he not be? In a place like this. He hated the school. Who wouldn't? He tucked his green, red and blue parrot wings in tight to his back, sucking in a deep breathe from the pain in his shoulder. He touched his shoulder with his finger and felt a warm, sticky liquid. 'Blood' he whispered. He ripped one of the sleeves from his black tshirt and pressed it to the wound. It wasn't bleeing much, he didn't feel lightheaded. Theres one plus.
He already knew the whitecoats had taken his leather jacket. But had they taken anything else after he fainted in the dark? He automatically reached down to his gun belt. The belt was still there. But the gun was missing. Sorrow felt one hot tear stream down his face. They took Joy. He hugged his knees to his chest and slowly felt himself be covered by the darkness surrounding him. His voice was barely above a whisper, 'They took Joy.'
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Post by Ash on Jul 11, 2009 15:45:52 GMT 4
Dove remained in the darkness, completely still. She hugged her knees tightly, still frozen. The thing which had been thrown in moved awkwardly, as if it was hurt or stiff. That wasn't much of a surprise, all things considered. As it shifted and whispered to itself, Dove listened. It was injured, and by the sound of the voice it was a boy. After a while she started shaking. Partly from fright, but mostly from the cold. The sharp pain in her wing made it impossble for her to move it forward to at least try to warm herself up, and anyway they weren't in their best condition. She moved them close to her back, noting that they rustled similarly to the boy when he had moved. So, he was an avian hybrid? Footsteps paused outside the door and murmering voices started up, most notable words being "experiment....", "dove girl....". Dove's enhanced hearing picked up on these few words, but every experiment had greater-than-human hearing so they should have all picked up on it. Then she realised who they were talking about and her body went cold. There was only one human-dove hybrid here, and it was her. Dove tried to stifle a sort of gasp-sob combination and failed, hugging her knees to her chest tighter.
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Post by Catalyst on Jul 12, 2009 16:01:22 GMT 4
Sorrow leaned against the end of his cage with his good elbow, keeping his wings tight to his back. He heard something else rustle in another cage. It sounded like wings. Another experiment? He listened to the darkness, what if it was another experiment? Before he could think about it anymore he hears voices outside the door. Automtically he sunk to the back of the cage. They said something about a dove experiment? Could that be the rustle of wings that he had heard?
He stretched one hand back to check his shoulder. The blood hadn't come through, so he was okay. But it was so sore! He tried to put some pressure on his arm and was greeted by a sharp pain in his shoulder. He cried out quietly, deciding that he would have to let his arm heal for a day or two before he could use it. Aalmost the same time as him, he heard someone else cry out, but not from pain, it sounded like a girl crying. At first he was confused, but then remembered the dove girl that the whitecoats had mentioned. Was that her? Poor thing, were probably taking her in for an experiment, like he had just done. Whe he heard footsteps at the door, he automatically reached down for Joy, but then remembered she was gone, turning his eyes black again, after they had just started turning green with his pity.
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Post by Ash on Jul 12, 2009 16:06:26 GMT 4
Dove sat silently, shaking more from terror at being taken for another experiment than from the cold now. She kept one wide eye on the door, trying to figure out what had made a sound the same time as her. In a flashlight memory, she remembered the thing - presumably a boy, now confirmed by the quiet boy like voice which had cried out. However, his noise had been more pained, so obviously he was hurt or something. The door opened and light flooded the dismal room with its uncountable grey tiles on the ceiling and floor, some chipped. The sudden burst of light hurt Dove's eyes and she became temporarily blind after so long in the dark. After a moment her eyes readjusted and she shot a quick glance to the cage to her left, seeing a teenage boy, dark hair with a blonde streak, right before a shadow loomed over her cage. Dove's golden brown eyes flashed back to the Erasers opening her cage door and she kicked herself further back into the cage until her grey wings, which should have been white, touched the cold bars. A white coat shot a dirty look at the boy, who'd hidden his wings, before the Erasers reached in and grabbed Dove's ankles, yanking her out sharply. Her arms were pulled behind her back and as much as she struggled, she knew there was no point and soon gave up. Darkness returned to the room as the door closed, leaving the boy alone.
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Post by Catalyst on Jul 12, 2009 18:17:26 GMT 4
Sorrow automatically looked down as the door to the room started opening. He didn’t want to make eye contact with the whitecoats. But then he saw the blinding light they were bringing in with them, and he looked up again. He was temporarily blinded as the light shone in his eyes, but he blinked and his eyes adjusted. He held his breath as the whitecoat looked him in the eye, and frowned at him. A look he returned with a look of pure terror. He hugged his knees closer to him, and as the whitecoat looked away from him, he remembered he had heard a girl in the room. He looked quickly over to her, catching her eye for a second as she looked at him. She had pale skin, golden brown eyes and coffee coloured hair. She was wearing nothing more than skinny jeans, a sleeveless black dress and boots. But her wings, they looked battered, and were a weird shade of grey, almost like they were supposed to be white. And judging from this place, they probably were. Sorrow also thought he saw a flash of black on her wrist, and he automatically flashed his eyes down to his own wrist, where he had gotten ‘Joy’ tattooed on the inside of his wrist shortly after her death.
An Erasor pulled the girl out by her ankles. Sorrow felt sorry for her, forgetting his own sorrow, and turning his eyes back to their normal shade of jade green. The light, the whitecoat and the Erasors moved down the hall. Leaving Sorrow in darkness. Alone.
He sat in his cage, for what seemed like an hour, in the cold darkness of the room, with his eyes closed. But he wasn’t asleep. He just hated the dark of the room. It felt too much like one of the tests the whitecoats do to him, only then, its pitch black, with no crack of light from the door. He estimated four, maybe five days untill the next time the moon finished its cycle and there would be a night with no moon. Maybe he could break out then? But he wouldn’t remember it in the morning, and he might forget Joy.. He sighed and relaxed his wings, letting them curl around his bare arms for warmth.
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Post by Ash on Jul 12, 2009 18:50:16 GMT 4
It must have been a hour before the door to the room opened and the girl was dragged in by two different Erasers. Her head was hanging down and her eyes were half closed. The Erasers each gripped an arm and as they approached her cage, a whitecoat opened the steel bar door and Dove was literally thrown in. She was awake, that much was shown by the way she moved, curling slowly and stiffly into a ball where she was thrown and hugging her knees. The door to her cage clanged shut and was locked. Dove remained motionless at the noise and stayed so until darkness descended upon the room again as the door closed. It took her a further 10 minutes to work enough heat into her stiff and aching muscles to enable her to sit up. She faintly remembered the boy she'd seen in here before. Quietly she crossed her legs, pulled her wings in and started o rub at her tattoo on her right inner wrist. She had another on her shoulder blade but for some reason, the one on her wrist gave her comfort. It was a small star above the text 'Starless'.
The door remained closed for a while. Dove eventually sank back in her cage and lay on her side, unknowingly facing the cage that the boy was in. Sleep didn't come, so she was plagued by flashes of nightmares she'd endured over the past two years after she'd been recaptured.
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Post by Catalyst on Jul 12, 2009 20:05:02 GMT 4
The hour had been long, it had seemed more like a day for Sorrow, so when the girl was dragged back in by two Erasors, he almost didn’t like the light of the torch they carried. That’s how much he had gotten used to the dark, dank prison he was stuck in. Almost, but he was still terrified of the blackness in the corners of the room. He stole another glance at the Dove girl. One Erasor had each of her hands in a strong grip, her golden brown eyes were half closed and her hair hanging over most of her face. Even like that, Sorrow noted that she looked immensely pretty. She kind of reminded him of Joy. There was just something about her..
The light made its way down the corridor, and, just as the door was closing, before darkness engulfed him again, he could swear he saw her rubbing at her wrist, where he had seen the black. His other hand reached down to where his tattoo was, and he traced the word Joy, knowing exactly where it was, for he couldn’t see after the light left. He pulled his wings closer to him, covering his body. He felt himself get warmer, if only a little. He found that his eyesight from just the little light under the door had gotten better. He could just about make out the green of his wings, and maybe, something grey, not to far away. The other experiments wings he had seen earlier? Possibly? Then the grey disappeared, as if the girl had pulled her wings in. He blinked, but still he could see nothing. Maybe he hadn’t seen it at all. After hearing her move around a bit, he himself shifted position, tucking his wings back in and stretching his legs out a bit. He stared off into the darkness, remembering the horrible tests the whitecoats do to him, and then remembering when he was free, when he had Joy. His eyes turned black again with the sadness of his memories. He sighed and closed his eyes, leaning his head against the back of his cage.
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Post by Ash on Jul 13, 2009 18:31:41 GMT 4
A rustling sounded not too long after Dove had been thrown back into her cage. Her left upper arm was sore from the IV drip thingy or whatever they'd put into her body, but it was a dull yet pleasant ache instead of painful. She looked up, the movement so abrupt that her chestnut hair flicked back and lay to rest down her back. She looked around, her finger paused on tracing her star tattoo located on her wrist. In the distance she could hear some quiet clanging, locks being turned and lights being flicked off. The lab was being closed for the night then. Another movement sounded from the cage and she looked over, just making out the green blur of something before it disappeared. She coughed, waiting until the door to their room was locked and the footsteps and voices faded before moving over to the left side of her cage. Dove hated starting conversations but she figured she might have to in order for both her and the other experiment to stay sane. "Hey." Her voice sounded dry but strangely clear. She didn't look at the experiment, just hoped that he knew she was talking to him.
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Post by Catalyst on Jul 13, 2009 19:30:05 GMT 4
Sorrow listened as the whitecoats started closing the lab for the night. Looks like it would be just him and the girl experiment. He strained his eyes in the darkness and thought he saw a flash of coffee brown as he heard the girl sitting up. His eyes automatically looked away, and he glanced down at his hands through his jet black hair. He reached up and fiddled with the J on his necklace. He heard her cough, and automatically he shied away, flicking his hair more into his eyes even though he knew the girl couldn’t see him. As he heard the door being locked he almost swore out loud. He had wanted to break out of his cage and go look for Joy. But he wasn’t sure how he was going to break out through a thick metal door.
‘Hey’ the girl’s voice sounded clear, like she had prepared to say it. Sorrow automatically scanned his jade green eyes through the darkness, trying to see her again. He looked away again when he decided he couldn’t see through the darkness. He opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out. He cleared his throat. ‘Um, Hello.’ He said, his voice was quiet and croaky from misuse. He dropped his hand from his necklace, feeling her eyes on him, even though he knew the darkness was to black to see.
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Post by Ash on Jul 13, 2009 19:36:25 GMT 4
'Um, Hello.’ The boy's voice was croaky from misuse, and he'd hesitated. That made Dove think that he'd never socialised in his life. Then again, neither had she. The pale skinned girl leant against the bars and sighed softly. She closed her eyes for a second, feeling the cold steel bars on her exposed skin. Her little black dress didn't give her much in the way of warmth and she'd given up by now. After a second or so, she opened her eyes but looked straight forward. What she was about to do was risky, it could endanger her life if she was found out but she had to get out of here and Dove knew she couldn't do it by herself. "...Um, I don't know how to say this but do you wanna get out of here?" She said quietly, her head down as if she was embarrassed at her words.
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Post by Catalyst on Jul 13, 2009 20:02:03 GMT 4
‘Um, I don’t know how to say this but do you wanna get out of here?’ The girl asked quietly, as if she was about to be overheard by the whitecoats. Sorrow half smiled. ‘Do I ever’ he thought, before remembering that no-one else could hear him if he said things in his head. He wasn’t used to talking to people. He hadn’t spoken to anyone since he had come to the school. Well, not properly.
‘Yeah. Got a plan?’ He said, his voice still sounded unused. He crawled to the edge of his cage closest to the girl and knelt down. He found that he could see better when he was closer to her. He could just about make out her pale skin and her coffee coloured hair. He tucked his wings in against his back and checked his shoulder again. His tshirt was ripped and it looked bad, but from what he could see, it would b healed in a few days. It had also stopped bleeding. He looked back up at the girl through his black hair but looked down again when he caught her eyes. He held onto the bars of his cage with both hands, keeping his gaze focused on his tattoo of the word Joy on the inside of his wrist, not daring to look up at the girl again until she explained any escape ideas she had.
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Post by Ash on Jul 13, 2009 20:02:38 GMT 4
‘Yeah. Got a plan?’ His words made Dove smile. Maybe she had a chance after all. She stole a glance at the boy but he looked down, having moved closer to her cage. He was fairly tall looking, with black hair. Pretty good looking actually. Dove's bruised arms reached up and hooked something from the roof of her cage. A paperclip. She'd stolen it from a whitecoat a few months ago, during a fight. The fight had actually been a diversion. She just hadn't had the chance to use it until now. "I nicked this paperclip from a whitecoat a few months back, just haven't had the chance to use it." Dove started to bend the paperclip into the universal lockpick shape, keeping her head down and avoiding looking at the boy. Quietly she moved towards the door of her cage, reached through the bars and started trying to pick the lock. It took her about a minute to find the correct position, and another two to actually get the click she was waiting for. Her cage door swung open quietly. Dove crawled out of her cage and opened her wings, stretching them while she worked on the boy's cage. It took her a few extra minutes because all the locks were different, but she got the click she wanted and opened the door quietly. "Its not a fancy method or anything, but it gets the job done. By the way, my name's Dove."
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Post by Catalyst on Jul 13, 2009 20:06:35 GMT 4
When the girl started speaking, Sorrow looked back up at her, being careful not to make eye contact. She looked a lot like joy. He watched her hand as she picked the lock, and listened for the click, noting its exact tone and pitch. Who knew when he might have to break out of these cages again. When she took it out, he also noted the way she had bent the paperclip. He just watched as she stood out and stretched out her wings. They were a light shade of grey, and judging by this place, they were probably supposed to be white. He moved back as she bent down to get him out, accidentally touching her hand. It was such a light touch that he wasn’t sure if he had even touched her. Or maybe his hands were just so numb. He sat in silence as she concentrated on picking the lock, occasionally stealing glances at her face through his hair. He listened to her words as she opened the door and nodded. He was never one for talking much. Too shy. He stood out and mimicked the girl, stretching out his green wings with some red and some blue feathers. He tucked them back in after, but not fully against his back, for they were so tense after being subjected to such a small cage. He looked the girl in the eyes bravely. ‘Now for Joy‘ He said, more to himself than her.
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Post by Ash on Jul 13, 2009 20:08:33 GMT 4
Dove stepped back and allowed the boy space to move out of the cage. Being claustrophobic, she knew what it felt like to be cramped. As the boy stretched his wings, green red and blue, Dove noted the colour of her own. She flinced as she saw the dirty grey, they were supposed to be a stunning white colour, not grey and looking worse for wear. Dove just hoped that she'd be able to use them when the time came. She didn't want to spend the rest of her life in isolation which is most likely what would happen if they were caught. She doubted that the boy would want to as well. Dove cast her thoughts back to the moment that while picking the lock on the boy's cage, she'd felt his hand brush hers and a sort of electrical shock. Could be static, but she wasn't sure if she hadn't imagined it - being without human, or hybrid, affection and contact for so long. She hung her head slightly, her eyes indicating sadness but not changing colour like the boy's had. She'd need a serious wash and change of clothes soon - the last experiment had left her weak which she was starting to recover from, and sweaty as it had involved heat. Quietly she rubbed at a large and painful burn on her upper left arm, wincing as a flash of pain ran along the nerves in her body. The boy spoke, more to himself than to her but yet he was looking her in the eye when she looked up. <i>"Now for Joy."</i> Who was Joy? Was it a friend or relative? Dove didn't respond, just moved silently over to the door and listened at it for a moment. She never was one for conversation either. When she could hear that all was quiet and not even an Eraser had been stationed at her door or the one opposite, or even down the corridor, Dove picked the lock with the paperclip which was starting to break. She'd have to get a new one, but this one was good until they were out of here. Once the lock clicked, she eased open the door and saw no Erasers or whitecoats. The corridor was dark, so obviously they'd thought that the risk of them escaping was minimal. Dove crept over to the door opposite which housed random objects that had belonged to captured experiments or whitecoats. The door was unlocked, so she just went straight in. Hopefully she'd find something useful in here.
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