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 Posted: Wed Jul 14, 2010 12:39 pm
She glanced around them, trying to think of more words to teach the boy. If only Iruka would wake up.
((Ooooooohhh. Got it. Cool.))
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Posted: Wed Jul 14, 2010 1:23 pm
((*no comprehension of that conversation at all*))
Jared pulled the girl up by her wrists, ignoring her gasps as the rope chafed her soft skin. Bruises were beginning to form on Panther from the bumpy ride down that tree trunk, giving Yani's son some amount of satisfaction that she'd have a bumpy ride back. He watched Hiccadu sniff the area and put his hand in his pocket, fingers resting around the grip of a gun while his other hand was tight around the Panther's wrists. "Is there another one?" He wasn't duly concerned, merely curious and somewhat hopeful. Yani only requested one live recapture.
Panther surveyed the area, too frightened to cry out. She knew they were going to let her live--Jared would, at least--but when they got back to the slaughterhouse, she would undoubtedly get beaten as well, like any other Chimerae that tried to escape. And another thing, what would she even find there? Would John still be alive...? Did they ever find Lyall? She took a shuddering breath of air in, then fearfully looked up after drawing attention to herself. Jared's attention was focused on something else though.
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Posted: Wed Jul 14, 2010 1:59 pm
((OOC: Apologies for taking my sweet time about this post. >.> Not entirely sure about it still. Just going to put it up and if there are issues, I can fix them.))
Apsalar hissed, frustrated with the turn this experimentation was taking. She was starting to feel a little light-headed - either Devon hadn't bothered to put her back together after cutting her open or he hadn't done it right. Either way, the blood loss was starting to get to her head.
She grumbled low in her throat when she understood what the stuff was in the tub. It was hard to tell if she should pull something - on one hand, it was supposed to hurt like hell and was experimental. On the other, if it worked...
If. It was always if.
Her scratching increased in tempo, and there were actually little sparks jumping off the metal table. And when there was a scream from the next area over, Apsalar surged as far upwards as her restraints would allow. The table trembled slightly under the violent thrashing. She paid no mind to the fact that she was causing herself to bleed again. It didn't matter.
She threw her weight to one side of the table, the side closest to the little tray of instruments. Despite her bird wings, her bones were just like any other human's, and thus her weight was similar. The table, heavy as it was, teetered dangerously.
Apsalar didn't really know what she was doing. Every move was being dictated by the instinct to protect a member of the pack. She gave it another go, and there were a few seconds of dizzying vertigo as the table went over, knocking over the instrument tray left there with it with a satisfying crash.
Her head knocked hard against the floor, and her breathing was rough and painful as the wounds from the experimentation began to make themselves known. Nonetheless, she stared defiantly into space as she tried to find a way to pull herself along the floor.
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Posted: Wed Jul 14, 2010 3:50 pm
((That's perfectly alright; gives me someone to interact with biggrin ))
"s**t."
Smoke jumped off his stool in surprise, watching Apsalar crash to the ground and leave a trail of blood where her hands scrabbled against the tile. He grabbed Apsalar from the ground, untangling her from the metal equipment and surgical blades. "Should've stitched her up first," he stated, as though commenting on the weather. He flipped her over, trying not to let her lose too much blood, and reached for a needle and thread. Yani didn't hire him for no reason.
"Don't move, or this'll hurt," he said quietly. It was almost lost over John's screaming. He leaned down over the opening, holding down one of her arms with his knee on her elbow so she couldn't flip over onto her stomach. If she stayed still, he'd try his best to stitch her up. The inside of her stomach was alright, except for the odd stuff she had eaten, but they could take care of that later with some kind of serum or injection.
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Posted: Wed Jul 14, 2010 8:31 pm
(sorry for not posting sooner, after all i had to give iruka sometime to recover or his blackout wouldn't seem real ^_^))
Iruka growled as he slowly came to his senses, his head hurt like hell and his ears ringed, trying to stand up only made it worse the room started spinning and Iruka almost returned the gruel he had eaten earlier. Eventually his cage stopped spinning and he could make out Lomina's figure, one hand reaching upwards. "what?...lomina...lomina are you ok hun?" Iruka's voice came out rasp and very soft almost like a whisper.
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Posted: Wed Jul 14, 2010 8:41 pm
Lonomia's head whipped around, his fingertips scraped against the metal just hard enough to cause pain and very quick reddening. "Iruka!" He virtually slammed himself into the side of his cage, needing to make sure Iruka was okay. "Iruka okay?"
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The Amazing Flying Circus
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Posted: Wed Jul 14, 2010 9:02 pm
Lomina's reaction made a small smile appear on Iruka's lips and yawning he said "Yes, Iruka ok, just a little sleepy" the he repeated "you fine?" as he realized a girl had been talking to little lomina "Hi there!"
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Posted: Wed Jul 14, 2010 9:09 pm
Per usual, Lonomia did not respond as he did not understand. He'd long given up repeating "What? What? What?" constantly, oftentimes being hit for it. Instead he just kept quiet, as if the other were talking to someone else entirely.
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The Amazing Flying Circus
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Posted: Wed Jul 14, 2010 9:37 pm
Her eyes were a little too wide, letting in too much light. It was making her head ache, but she couldn't seem to close them. She was all tangled up in the table, the restraints, and the surgical tools, but doggedly kept trying to pull herself and all that extra weight along with her until the other scientist - the one that smelled like those papery, smoking tubes - came to her and flipped her over.
A low, warning snarl came from her lips when Smoke picked up the needle and thread. If he came near her injuries with that, she was going to do her best to hurt him. And to hell with the consequences.
Apsalar growled more pointedly at him when he spoke to her - her version of Like it won't hurt anyway. Do I look that stupid?
How dare he talk like that, make it sound even slightly like it would give him an instant's concern if it did hurt her. At least the other scientists were honest about their cruelty. She could hate him the most out of all of them, just for that. And Apsalar had grown good at hating.
She continued trying to find purchase with her free hand, now intending to get him off her as well as find a way to get to John. Though her arm was twitching spasmodically from the pressure of being caught between a cement floor and a full-grown man's weight, and she was fairly sure that the man holding her down had had two eyes when he came into the room rather than the four she saw now, she refused to remain still.
He was still screaming.
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Posted: Wed Jul 14, 2010 10:07 pm
((I was sure I said Devon stiched Apsalar back up *scratches head and shrugs* oh well))
Devon used the pole to dunk John's head under and push him to the bottom of the tub of solution. Devon then used the pole to roll John around in the stuff, making sure that his entire body had gotten soaked in the liquid. He almost jumped when Apsalar knocked over the table but was satisfied to see 'Smoke' fixing her up. He certainly hoped she would be punished later. If not, he'd do it himself. He knew he had to clean up the mess on the floor later as well unless there was a cleanup bot controlled by TAIS.
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Posted: Wed Jul 14, 2010 10:12 pm
Smoke growled with impatience, then put the needle in his mouth (holding it tightly between his teeth, in case she tried anything) then pulled her up by her elbow as he righted the table, with her ankles still strapped to it. He pulled on the fasteners at the top of the table, but Apsalar had snapped through the buckles. He pulled the spare belt that hung down from the bottom of the experiment table for times such as this, but he was having a hard time tying down her wrists with all her thrashing around. "Do we have a sedative in here?" he asked Devon over John's screaming. He was beginning to develop a headache of his own.
((I'm assuming her ankles are still strapped in?))
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Posted: Wed Jul 14, 2010 10:22 pm
((OOC: I was assuming she was still entirely strapped in, so we'll go with what you've got. whee
Re Eternal: It's quite possible you did and I'm just blind. >.>))
Apsalar's low cry was edged with fury and not a little desperation as Smoke righted the table, causing her to get yet another good crack to the head. She could still hear the screaming, and she had to do something about it. That was her job, that was what she was supposed to do for a packmate.
How could they not see?
Panicked, violent, she lashed out at Smoke with the claws once again. She hardly expected to hit him - there was no way that ploy would work twice. And she hadn't even aimed. But she had to do something, and the smell of her own blood mixed with the headache and the screaming was making it too hard to think.
Even if she did manage to get him, there would probably be little damage - her slashing was more on par with a frightened child trying to wave away a bee than anything designed to hurt. And indeed, her eyes had the same half-terrified look as they moved rapidly from Smoke to Devon to the tub and back again.
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Posted: Wed Jul 14, 2010 10:30 pm
"Check in the cupboard" Devon said. Once the scientists entered into the room, Devon called two to come over while still rolling John around in the tub. They grabbed poles much like Devon's and used them to haul John out of the tub of solution and stick him back on the table which Devon had set back to horizontal position after plopping John into the tub.
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Posted: Wed Jul 14, 2010 11:30 pm
((But I thought he told Smoke to stitch her stomach back up...? Or was that what you had edited, Eternal? XD))
John was lashed to the table again, and he felt the prickly feeling die down, as well as the burning. His throat was raw from both the liquid and the screaming, and he felt as though his skin was sizzling, but no feeling came from his wounds. They were still there, but the blood around him had been cleaned so they didn't look half as bad. His hair was plastered to his face though, making him look like a bedraggled teenager caught in the rain.
His breath wheezed in and out as he tried recovering from breathing the stuff in and coughing it all up so violently. He would make it though, despite his previous state. John was tough, even for a Chimerae. And if the solution worked within a few days, Devon would have to take the credit for his not dying, though John was equally deserved.
Smoke easily dodged her disoriented slashing and grabbed her hand, holding it and her other wrist in one hand as he looped the belt around both wrists and knotted them securely. Then he checked the cabinet for a sedative, realizing the belt loop was purely temporary. If a Chimera could break through the permanent restraints build into the table, why would someone expect belts to work better?
He found the syringe and stripped off the plastic sterile-wrap, tapping it until there were no more air bubbles in it before he injected the stuff into her arm, holding it down as best he could to stop her from jerking around too much. Then he put the needle in boiling water to sterilize it and waited for the sedative to take effect on Apsalar. In the meantime, he tried making sure she didn't take any other methods to destroying herself or him.
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Posted: Wed Jul 14, 2010 11:40 pm
Sko was taken aback. Friendly one. Hadn't been broken yet, she supposed. She focused on the task at hand. If being "friends" was what it took to escape, she could do it. She smiled lightly and said "Hello, now what is it that you do? That makes them all want you to touch them?"
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