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Post by Jake on Jul 17, 2009 9:48:59 GMT -5
Klaire snapped. She opened her eyes, jumping to her feet. A cloud of blue energy quickly engulfed her left hand. As soon as it faded, a sharp, hardened bone blade was in it's place from the elbow down.
"I want everyone here to back off. I don't know who any of you are, and you seem to be crawling out of the damned woodworks!" Klaire said, breathing quickly. She started running for the entrance, hoping she could make it.
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Post by vendetta on Jul 17, 2009 10:04:51 GMT -5
Hex yawned, this whole gathering bored him, he wasn't sure why he had entered the shop. Maybe he just wanted some company, but then again maybe it was an attempt to stop his boredom. He turned his attention to the girl, her hand had suddenly turned into a blade. 'Odd..' He thought as he reached for his katana, just in case. "I want everyone here to back off. I don't know who any of you are, and you seem to be crawling out of the damned woodworks!" He stood, still leaning against the door frame, he was in her way. 'Ah well' He sighed as she approached. "Learn to control yourself.." He whispered, in a voice that was barely audible.
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Post by citizenmike on Jul 17, 2009 10:07:56 GMT -5
Johnny leaned against Daemon and asked, "What's her problem, kid?"
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Post by Jake on Jul 17, 2009 10:28:43 GMT -5
"I don't want to hurt you," Klaire said calmly, moving her leg back a bit. "I don't want to hurt any of you people," she then restated. The blade was completely stain free, not a single drop of blood on it. She still had the metal briefcase in her right hand, unknowing of the contents. The blade faltered for a minute, and her eyes rolled into the back of her head, and she collapsed, unlocking the briefcase. She soon regained consciousness, and looked at the needles, shivering and crawling backwards into a corner, pulling her legs up to her again.
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Post by wingedwarrior on Jul 17, 2009 10:35:49 GMT -5
She is quite peculiar.... I wonder why.
"Relax girly, we, except Crazy over there won't hurt you. What is the matter?"
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Post by cyansky on Jul 17, 2009 11:02:22 GMT -5
Syl watched it all, analyzing everything, taking in every detail, all with an innocent expression on its face. So this girl's power is that she can modify her body, to form weapons.
Then Syl saw the needles in the briefcase, filled with a strange liquid. This has human experiment written all over it, it thought, tramatized girl who can barely control herself, strange powers, needles with with strange gooey stuff... Yep, she's a modified human...
Still, it gave her a friendly smile, ran up to her and sat down next to her and mimicking her position.
"It's okay, miss Klaire, we're only here to help!" said Syl, "I just want to know how I can make you feel better! Please? Can you let me help you?"
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Post by Jake on Jul 17, 2009 11:18:33 GMT -5
Klaire looked at the briefcase. The message stared her in the face. Once daily... she thought. A sigh escaped her lips, and she looked over at Syl.
"Is... is this real?" she finally asked, whispering by this point. "Nobody is going to wake me up, are they?" Klaire then looked away, over to the wall. It was so colorful, painted a vibrant green. It was so much different from the endless white hallways and the steel walls.
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Post by cyansky on Jul 17, 2009 11:37:44 GMT -5
Syl gave her a small smile.
"If this was a dream, and if you wanted to be woken up, I would have done so to you already," said Syl softly, "you don't have to be alone here, you know. I was lost too when I came here, Klaire... literally."
It put a comforting hand on her hand. Its smile grew wider and friendlier
"Everything's going to be alright. Just calm down and be yourself. Open up a bit. We're not all bad... I just want to help, so if there's anything I can do for you, just tell me!"
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Post by Jake on Jul 17, 2009 11:56:00 GMT -5
Klaire continued staring at the wall, her hand now pushed up against it.
"Where is here? Is this a different facility?" Klaire asked, turning to look around the auto-shop. She soon realized the stupidity of her question, and looked down at the ground.
Of course it's not another facility. If it was, they would still have me locked in a cage like an animal.
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Post by vendetta on Jul 17, 2009 23:46:24 GMT -5
Hex continued to stare at the strange girl, he felt some sort of familiarity about her. Maybe if he got to know her better he would find out bits of his past. 'Anything of my past would be great..' He thought as he played possible dialogs through his mind. He then decided that maybe he would wait to pummel her with questions, she wasn't in the best state for something like that. 'Maybe..' Hex walked closer to her and knelt beside her. "Just breathe, everything will be fine. Just don't freak out.."
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Post by Jake on Jul 18, 2009 0:09:39 GMT -5
Klaire looked at the man, turning so she was actually facing out of her corner now.
"Okay, I have Syl's name, and I have P's name. Who're the rest of you?" she asked, actually sociable now. Her vision was blurry, faded. The suitcase seemed to be miles away, and she felt the urge to puke, holding it down to continue their conversation.
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Post by vendetta on Jul 18, 2009 4:46:28 GMT -5
Hex's expression was blank as he watched her, she seemed to have calmed down a bit. 'Thank god..' He thought, he felt like rolling his eyes, he hated when people's fear and uncertainties were made public. That's why he made sure that he never showed his. Emotions were weakness. "Okay, I have Syl's name, and I have P's name. Who're the rest of you?" 'Maybe i should try to be more friendly? Maybe then the people here will help me more?' He debated his mind. He didn't think he would be very good at communicating his feelings, being happy would probably come across as bored and annoyed. "I go by Hex." He said as he smiled weakly. The expression felt odd and foreign, he let it quickly slip away, returning to his statue like facade.
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Post by wingedwarrior on Jul 18, 2009 5:09:20 GMT -5
"I am Daemon. Sorry for the rudeness, its a good thing you seem calm. Are you Ok though?" he said, as he leaned against a shelf hiding his scythe behind him. He did not want to seem like threat.
He noticed her arm now a blade, and the briefcase she had earlier. Definitely a superhuman, he thought. Perhaps she carried burdens from her past, being the reason for her current actions and demeanor. People were shaped by significant events of the past which can determine subconscious actions that they do. Such actions have patterns that can also be seen in their personality, though this developed through time and these important events.
For instance, he knew that by the way the peculiar girl acted, there must have been something that happened to her that made her paranoid and cautious. Personality patterns was something Daemon needed to learn about this peculiar girl and everyone else he did not know. This was a precaution he often took to people he was not sure of. By doing so, he would be able to understand them more, even possibly predict certain moves; like in chess.
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Post by citizenmike on Jul 18, 2009 9:38:27 GMT -5
Johnny watched the exchange, slightly regretting that he strolled into the auto shop. Johnny straightened his blazer and approached Klaire, hand's extended for a hand shake, "I'm Johnny. And right next to everyone here, I've been here the longest. How can I help you?"
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Post by Jake on Jul 19, 2009 2:20:10 GMT -5
Klaire raised an eyebrow at Daemon. "I think the name is a bit straightforward, don't you?" Klaire asked with a neutral face. She then turned to Hex.
"Is Hex short for something? I can't think of anything off of the top of my head, but I'm not the brightest person," Klaire then added.
"You can help by telling me where in the world we are," Klaire said to Johnny. She could feel her fatigue getting worse. She slowly crawled to the briefcase, taking out a syringe. He looked at the liquid quietly.
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