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Post by River Tam on Apr 18, 2011 22:52:13 GMT -5
**follow the voices**
“Okay. I promise that’s all the pain that I will put you two through tonight. Since both of you jumped off of a roof, I know you have aches and pains, but there’s nothing I can do for that-- you’ll have to see a real doctor. But I need to check the bones in your wrists, see if that cut there is anything important. So…” Now that they know what she is doing, she takes both of them by their hands and pulls them over to the x-ray machine, waiting for a second as the computer adjusts to the change in brightness from the bright white background to the two hands she had positioned under the lens.
With a few quick clicks, she had changed the screen into two close-ups of their wrists. She zooms in on a tiny square slid under the skin, right above the bones. Her eyes widen. She’s seen these before, on her dog. They had inserted a tracking chip on his back, right between his shoulder blades. It was much smaller than these, but most definitely the same thing. She turns the screen so that the two of them can see, circling the microchip on both of their projected arms with the highlighter tool. She doesn’t say anything, not having the words to describe what this thing is, as she truly doesn’t know more than there is a hunk of metal in her friends’ wrists.
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Post by Christina Ann Robins on Apr 18, 2011 23:07:18 GMT -5
"What is that?" Robin asked, horrified as her eyes stretched wider and wider. The girl was already pretty sure she knew, but it was human instinct that caused her to blurt out the inevitable. Those... Those... who did they think they were? Putting micro-chips inside kids? Doing god-knows-what else? Giving a slow glance out of the corner of her eye at Kin, she had a sudden urge to reach out, shake him, and ask if they'd done anything to his brain. Who said they hadn't?
But what could she do, really? Go tell on them to the police? Who were 'they' anyways? The police would laugh her off, simply dissmissing her as another freak who had nothing better to do than make up stories.
Her mind blanked out, simply playing a loop of single thought: fault. This was all her fault. She had been given tons of chances to run away, to make the right choice-- but no. Robin had to take the pills. Robin had to jump off the roof. Robin had to stay and talk to Kin, instead of leaving like a sensible person whe caught. She had to come this school. |
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Post by Kinkade Cymir Malixi on Apr 18, 2011 23:39:21 GMT -5
KINKADE
personal pronouns
are the death of me
see, i just said me.
you're an endless
sea of vanities.
"That is so cool!"Kinkade's eyes were bright, his tone excited as he pulled his hand out of the way of the x-ray machine so that he could examine it for himself. His hand looked normal, and whatever that small square was (he certainly didn't know) didn't show up as far as he was concerned. It was now, however, that he saw the small line River had noticed before. Small, and out of place. It didn't matter much to him. He poked at his skin, carefully at first, then harder, but it seemed that no matter how hard he poked, his hand didn't feel very special. Just solidness and veins.
"I'm already kind of an X-Man. Wonder what this'll do. I bet it's some cool government technology. Oh! Maybe they'll make a movie about us, when this is all over! If I'm not dead, I'd like to play the part. I'm a really good actor! And dashing. The girls would love me, and feel sympathetic right about now. They might even gasp in horror or surprise or something, or shed a tear." Kinkade added, still just as delighted as when he'd made his first assessment. Only you, Kin. Only you. Worse yet, he was positively thrilled by the prospect of playing himself in a Hollywood film. And they had wanted the old Kin back. Well, they definitely had him now, for better or for worse.
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Post by River Tam on Apr 19, 2011 7:32:46 GMT -5
**follow the voices**
River swallows hard, suddenly struggling to suppress the urge to vomit as another image floats over her conscious mind, fighting for her full attention. She pushes it away, not caring about the picture. It’s not even of her friends. She breathes in slowly, but that only makes the smell of antiseptic worse. She should have listened to Kins earlier, should have left the hospital before discovering anything. She feels helpless just looking at the x-ray, knowing there’s no way to look at the micro-chip with it under a layer of skin, and she’s certainly not going to hack into their wrists to find the tiny computers.
She resets the computer, clearing her data and angling it back the way it was, and flips off both the computer and the x-ray machine. After stepping back into the blood-testing room to swap her broken pocket tester for one of the school’s-- who knows? it might come in handy later on-- she turns and forces herself to walk calmly out of the wing of the building, though every one of her instincts is screaming at her to run. Once safely outside, she drops down against the wall, pulling her knees to her chest and burying her face in her hands.
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