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((A friend was quitting gaia and I asked him if I could take one of his journal entries before he killed his character. Here it is. I might add to it and make it better. ))
RP Practice
A calm, stoic man walked down the halls of a certain building that pretained to experimentations that connected to stem-celled research. The building itself was quiet but it was the rooms that held the noise. The horrible noise.
Victor brushed a few strands of black hair from his veiw with pale hands. The wings that hid in his shirt gently scratched the fabric with eash step. It was terribly uncomfortable but he had rather hide them then let the scientists get the satisfation of seeing him whole.
Within a few minutes he stopped at a door and knocked three times. The whirring noise from within seemed to pause and then a muffled, "Come in" was heard. The tall man entered the room and smiled at Fredrich.
"Hello, Doctor Zuich. I am here for-"
"Yes, yes. Stand over there, Victor, you're turn will come shortly." And then the doctor turned his eyes back onto a small mammal he seemed to be disecting.
Victor took a seat in the dark corner of the room. White tile walls and a smell of sick people surrounded him. But he took it all in short breathes. the place reaked of a hospital, or at least that was what some of the other patients gossiped.
The sound of the hacksaw soon came to an end and Victor looked up from his hands. The doctor placed the huge metal instrument on the table and pulled off his face mask. He turned to go wash his hands, the front of his apron now covered in blood.
"How are the other doing?" the scientist asked casually, making conversation. The quiet man showed another smile and replied, "Busy as ever. There was a new shipment of specimens today. Many of them were quite... Loud."
The old man laughed heartidly and wiped his hands off.
"Yes, yes. Well you were never the quiet type yourself." Black eyes followed the doctor's movements as he moved across the room. Whenever the scientist wasn't looking Victor stopped smiling, a scowl on his face instead.
"It's just not something I'm getting used to."
"Well, yes." The doctor stopped and looked up from his table of tools. "It seems that through the experiments that you're just becoming more sensitive to the process as ever. Perculiar."
Victor could hear the interest ring in his voice. The old man had always been interested in his case.
"Victor?" He stirred from his thoughts and looked up. The man was on the far side of the tainted walls holder what looked like a staff in his withered hands. "Are you ready?"
'Hypocritical old man,' he thought with a grimace on his face. Victor was bound to the far wall now by fabricated shackels the buckled to the wall. His shirt had been removed and his back could be shown to the world. The large black, bat wings were lowered to where the doctor could operate on his back without problems. The wings themselves were always strapped down to avoid probacation during the procedure.
He swallowed harshly hearing the sounds of a tiny drill whirring to life. The doctor pulled his mask back on his face and was about to operate when a knock interuppted him. Victor seemed to always visible shake from anxiety.
"Who could that be?" the old man grumbled. He placed the drill back in his holder and walked to the door.
Victor tried to look over his pale shoulder to see who it was. Hopefully it wasn't another scientist come to join in. However he heard the doctor shoo woever was distracting him away.
"A lot of screamers today, eh Victor?" He chuckled as he returned. The sound of the blades spinning whirred to life. The experiment rested his forehead against the wall ready for the pain.
"I have yet to fail in reporting false details." The doctor laughed, agreeing with him before slowly presing down on the deadly instrument and into his left shoulder blade.
Victor Grave, a strong yet pale man of an experiment gone wrong, bit into his bottom lip til it bled. Soon the scientist pulled back as he always did to let Victor breath. He grimaced and tried not to make any sounds. Soon he heard the blade rear up again and this time he gritted his teeth.
As the spinning blade tethered against the muscles and bones, he saw breif flashes, images and words, in his mind. They were obviously the doctor's thoughts.
"AGH! You- ... Sick Bas- MMGH!" Victor held his tongue and tried to keep his own thoughts from coming to the surface. The scientists paused and pulled back.
"So? You can see them again?"
"As clear as ever. And may I say? ... You are a twisted...Doctor." He spoke shakily inbetween deep breaths. This was the only way for his power to work. Under extreme amounts of pain or pressure. But it was taking less and less for it to work. The doctor noticed this.
"Excellent! I have yet to break the bone and you are already recieving visions!"
"Yeah," Victor panted heavily. "Great."
"Let us procede, shall we?" The doctor adjusted his face mask and made a sudden slice at the bottom of the first cut which was bleeding tremendously.
Sweat dripped from Victor's forhead as he tried to hold in a pained groan that threatened to spill over into a scream. The shackels that held his giant wings rattled as they pulled against the harnesses. Sudden flashes within his mind sent him reeling as he soon forgot to keep quiet.
The scientist smiled underneathe his face cover, gaining the satisfaction of hearing the boy's pleas for it to stop.
"Stop, stop. Please! Make it stop!-" The saw thunked as it caught onto his shoulder bone but soon returned to it's natural grinding as the bone was smoothed out by the teeth. Victor whimpered and cried out at the horrid images that clouded his mind. He couldn't tell reality from visions. But he knew he was in the doctor's mind when he saw the doctor laugh evilly and tear the saw down his spine.
Victor cried out and his knees trembled and gave out from under him. The saw slowed and died down into cold silence. The only thing heard was the heard panting of the experiment.
The scientist gently laid the tool on the table and removed his face mask to talk to the patient. Victor laid his flushed face against the cool tiles of the wall, tear streams down his face.
"A good session, my boy. Sorry of what you might have encountered."
Sorry. Sorry? He was sorry that he couldn't but let his mind wander at what it would be like to see Victor strapped to a table, screaming his name in pain for it all to stop?!
"Doc, maybe we can talk ... After you've bandage my wounds." He huffed and swallowed, trying to steady his breathing. He couldn't wipe his face due to the cuffs holding his arms up.
"You're quite right."
The scientist reached up and unbuckled the harnesses around Victor's wrists, letting his arms drop to the floor beside him. The white tiles were all stained with his blood and he closed his eyes. His wings were left chained to assure him he wasn't going anywhere. He listened as the doctor made his way across the room to fill a bucket with, presumably, cold water to dump on him.
 SikFox · Sat Jun 14, 2008 @ 11:28pm · 0 Comments |
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