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Post by Kinkade Cymir Malixi on Apr 14, 2011 21:42:02 GMT -5
KINKADE
woke up early
with a pounding in my head
i'd been out the night before
with all my friends.
Kinkade was relieved when strangers, after several minutes of him sitting there, came to lift him up and put him back into his own bed. He didn't utter a word, just let it happen. Then when he was on the bed, he clutched the blanket tightly in his fist.
"Your friend did it. Surely you're brave enough now. Here."The nurse held out the pills to him. Three, just like Robin. He wasn't sure they were the same pills because, well, he hadn't watched her. But it didn't matter much to him. Kinkade sighed, taking the pills. He took all three at once with a rather large swallow of water.
"There's a good boy."The nurse smiled at him, taking the water from him. That earned her a growl of annoyance.
Kinkade curled up against himself, feeling more comfortable balled up. Then the numbness and tingling set in. Was this what Robin felt? This was horrible. His thoughts escaped him, and after several more seconds, he was asleep. Soundly, peacefully asleep. This time there was no radiated sense of calm. For perhaps the only time since his power manifested, there was no indication that the youth's power existed at all.
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Post by Christina Ann Robins on Apr 14, 2011 22:30:27 GMT -5
ANGELINE A young woman, perhaps in her twenties, saunters into the room. She has an aura of arrogance about her, the seems to reside in her waist length platinum blond hair. She wears a long, knee-length lab coat, with a shirt gray miniskirt and silver-white tank-top underneath. In her hand she carries a clipboard, as well as a large bag in the other.
This woman's name was Angeline Ravond. Although her stunning looks may deceive you, as she in reality gave them to herself by experimenting on a child with the hypnotic-beauty ability, she is actually a hard core scientist. One those who believer in using any means possible to get what she wants. That means that a few foolish children got hurt in the process, that was fine with her. If they were stupid enough to fall into her hands, they deserved what was about to come.
Surprisingly, this woman was not in charge of the operation that was about to take place. She parted the nurses in front of her like the red sea, making way for her, well, boss.
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Post by Kinkade Cymir Malixi on Apr 15, 2011 0:09:48 GMT -5
Sinclair checked his watch, then gave a nod to one of the nurses. He'd be done in plenty of time for the next subjects. She needn't worry, but she would anyway, and he knew it. When Angeline appeared, his expression was empty. Stone cold as usual. She led him, as he expected her to, keeping all those pesky nurses out of his way. They entered into a room with two sleeping teenagers. Pity. They looked a bit battered up already, before he'd had his fun. He would have liked to be the one to mark their flesh. But no matter- he surely would leave his impression in their skin.
"Empaths."Sin announced, more as a confirmation. He walked over to the girl first. Jumping off the building? They were just begging to be his playthings, weren't they? His fingers brushed lightly along Robin's forehead, moving away the hair that had fallen there to obscure her face.
"The supplies."Also not a question. He could clearly see Angeline had brought them in the bag, as he expected her to, but he wanted the bag. He wasn't going to ask again. He needed it on the bed, so he could ensure they had everything they needed. No, he certainly did not trust her to get it right.
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Post by Christina Ann Robins on Apr 15, 2011 7:06:07 GMT -5
ANGELINE Angeline gave her boss a smile, a sweet, sickly smile. Shifting her clipboard to her other hand, the woman passed the heavy black leather bag over to her employer. She didn't actually know what was in there, her only job was to woo and hypnotize enough people here to let them gain access, but was very eager to find out. Angeline could tell that she was going to learn alot from this simple session, simply because of her employer, and she hoped the man would let her get some hands on experience. Or at least second-hand.
Empaths. Angeline bit her bottom lip, and stared at the subjects in obvious loathing. The woman had delt with empaths before, finding their molecular structure fascinating. Her last case with two empaths, a boy and a girl like these two here, had almost gotten her caught. The amateur hadn't suppressed their abilities. That let the empaths, even when unconscious, to feel the emotions of the people around them. The two had been able to identify that previous boss, since he had done the most on-hand experimenting. They had identified Angeline too, but had no on hand proof that she had been there willingly. They had let her off with a three month sentence.
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Post by Kinkade Cymir Malixi on Apr 15, 2011 17:39:50 GMT -5
Sin took the bag from her, setting it on the bed next to the sleeping girl. When he opened it up it was full of many tools you might expect to find in a hospital, and quite a few that looked somewhat primitive and definitively painful.But he didn't pull anything too shocking out. Just a rolled up white cloth which, when set down and unrolled, revealed several sharp solid steel tools. From the bag he also produced some disinfectant towelettes, and two sets of rubber gloves.
Sin didn't particularly care for help normally- people tended to ruin things. He was the only one that could do it properly, whatever it happened to be, of that he was certain. However Angeline was in luck. If he didn't let her help him there was a chance he wouldn't make it to his next engagement and that he couldn't allow for. So he handed the gloves to her without explanation. Once she had hers, he put his own rubber gloves on.
Next, Sinclair dug back into the bag to retrieve the fruit of his labor. Having the ability of super intelligence, Sin's latest invention was something to marvel at. Stored in their own plastic case were two beautifully crafted microchips. Kinkade would have been thrilled; they were blood red, with silver metal running through it. On the reverse side of the plastic of the microchip-like device there was a golden 'Q' in raised metal.
"You can handle the boy, can't you?"Sin prompted, setting the small plastic case down on the bed before grabbing another rolled up cloth just like the one he'd rolled out already. He handed them to her, along with a few of disinfectant towelettes, not yet willing to entrust her with the microchip itself.
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Post by Christina Ann Robins on Apr 15, 2011 17:49:20 GMT -5
ANGELINE "I can handle any boy," Angeline said pointedly, eye's arched, and a sly smile on her lips. "But if you mean putting one of those fancy micro-chips of yours inside him-- I'm more than capable of handling myself." She assumed that's what he meant, although a few other ideas popped into her head, making her uncertain as she greedily eyed the tools her employer had retrieved.
With a snap of rubber against skin, Angeline rolled up her white lab-coat sleeves and her gloves onto her perfectly nail-filed hands. She shot a disapproving glance at the empaths-- scrawny little things, and eyed the boy for a longer period of time. The fore-arm could work, but the bright color of the micro-chip might be visible. The leg was a better option, particularly the ankle, but she didn't want any suspicion drawn to the leg if she accidentally tweaked a few veins and nerves. Oops. Perhaps the neck... or shoulder-blade.
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Post by Kinkade Cymir Malixi on Apr 15, 2011 21:01:10 GMT -5
Sinclair didn't laugh at her joke, if one could call it that. Humor was beyond him. He also didn't provide her any confirmation because, well, her question was stupid if you wanted his opinion. But that was a common opinion, so she shouldn't feel too bad.
Sin lifted Robin's hand, pressing against the bones with his other hand.
One. Two. Three. Alright, all her phalanges in the fourth finger. Perfect. But the bones he cared about were harder to feel and under the ones he was counting. He needed a stable base to place the chip. It would attach to bone and, he could only assume, stay firmly in place if he placed it against the carpal bones. So, with that in mind, he set her hand down and grabbed a sharp edged scalpel, using it to create an incision from the bottom of her metacarpal to the bump of radius bone, the styloid process.
(See this image~)
It had to be the side so it could go fairly unnoticed. He would have liked to expose the under workings of her hand to see what his microchip was attaching to, but it wasn't to be. So Sinclair settled for sliding the plastic piece in with the 'S' facing upward, under her skin above the carpals. He knew the small metal would catch and settle into place. Perfect. Once it was in place he seemed to remember that Angeline needed the chip for the boy. He grabbed the small plastic case and walked over to her, handing it to her before taking a moment to examine the boy. He would have to go back to the girl and clean the wound up, but he was curious about Angeline's work. Not her, per se, just what she had in mind for his latest invention.
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Post by Ani on Apr 15, 2011 21:18:48 GMT -5
HOLD IT!
I'm putting a hold on this thread until I know exactly what is going on, and whether I approve it. Sorry, but next-time please run something like this by me.
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Post by Christina Ann Robins on Apr 15, 2011 21:31:15 GMT -5
Okay. Sure. I didn't know it would be questionable.  Sorry. |
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Sorry.