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| (Don't Fear) The Good Doctor; Open to any CAGE member | |
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| Topic Started: Jul 18 2009, 02:27 AM (472 Views) | |
| Dr. James Bradley | Jul 18 2009, 02:27 AM Post #1 |
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[align=center]Date : June 14th 2009 Time : 5:00pm Eastern Time Location : CAGE Medical Bay [/align] It has been said If we wish to make a new world we have the material ready. The first one, too, was made out of chaos. And it seemed to James this world was going back to it's roots. Chaos. Everywhere. Men acting as if they were gods. He had access to a whole prison of creatures who thought they were gods or goddesses. But they all missed the memo. God is fake. The world is run by science. Just like them. They were science in a new direction. A direction many feared to go. But James mind was always in places other men feared to take theres. He learned long ago to bound science to law is to end the ability to learn. And lucky for him in CAGE no one really cared. He sat by his desk scribbling memos down. His last batch of subjects had not worked out well. He knew were a few mistakes were made and he would en devour to not make those again. He moved to quick from the dish to a test subject. His goal was to clone a mutant hybrid. A perfect soldier who was mindless for the government to use in the search and arrest of violent mutants. But he hadn't found the right mix yet. The last one combusted all over his lab...it was a shame. He watched as the last body was rolled out the guts still dripped off the side of the cart. He had put on for some new ones to be sent up. To allow him some tissue samples and study of different base powers to attempt to mimic. He did love that they let him keep them awake and lucid here. They would provide such insightful conversation for him. He got a buzz that they had arrived and he unlatched the door and let the guards lead them in. “Thank you all for your willingness to join in this mission. To help human and mutant kind evolve to the next level of science. Your “volunteering” for this project will not go unnoticed.” A twisted grin crossed his lips as he looked over his new batch of toys. And his mind started to race as he thought over the potential each of them housed in there frail mortal bodies. |
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| Rage | Jul 19 2009, 12:15 AM Post #2 |
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Ushered in with the others, kept in a line, shackled and helpless. Tina was annoyed, the inmates don't get too much free time and on this day she was one of the several chosen to see one of the doctors there. As the guards led them in the doctor spoke. The Rage Bringer not having made eye contact with him she gave a small roll of her eyes and sighed. Volunteer indeed. It would have been more accurate to say 'volen-told'. When she did look at him there was a grin on his face. She had him pegged as another disgusting human who took pleasure in whatever pain they could provide. Tina was not going to give him that pleasure. She was only there because the guard had it out for her. Because she witnessed their crime. The murder of her cell mate. There wasn't much she could do to stop them but they were going to make sure she stayed quiet. Forcing her to go to ever pit match, even if she wasn't to fight. Cutting her time on the grounds shorter then everyone else. It had lightened up since it had first happened, but then again there was this. The Rage Bringer kept quiet and stared at the man who called himself a doctor. Not that she could believe that was an actual title he held. Still she kept her mouth shut. It was the best way not to attract any more attention. |
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| Feral | Jul 19 2009, 04:58 AM Post #3 |
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After months of being in shackles, Maria was plain sick of this. This time, she was in a line with several others, which wouldn't have been as bad if she was stuck between two hot guys, rather than two fat guys, who seemed to chat with others instead of cleaning themselves when it was shower time. They also seemed to be in the mood for feisty Latina sandwich, because the guy in front's sweaty back was pushing into her face, and the guy behind her's beer belly was shoving into her own back, which was slightly sweaty. Annoyed she brought her elbows back into the man behind her, pretending to stretch, and then brought her fists forward, pushing the line with the man. "Sorry, pal, tight space." She whispered to the man in front of her, with a grin. After a few moments of walking, the line stopped, and their bodies were turned so that they were shoulder- to- shoulder. The creepy guy that had opened the door started talking, and Feral only sort of listened. Something about blah blah blah. She didn't really care. He was probably just going to stab something in their arms, and she would be late on her period, or her fur would grow especially in her armpits. The testing wasn't new, but it was different each time. At least it was usually short. Looking around, the young girl saw one of her few friends there, Tina. She wasn't saying anything. Maybe she would follow suit for once. |
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| Aingeru | Jul 22 2009, 07:13 PM Post #4 |
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Yard time was overrated. So many of the prisoners bitched about confinement, about tight spaces and a lack of privacy, but the yard was no better. Sure, it was a far bigger area by comparison to the nine by nine cells and plexiglass entrances, but what the hell difference did it make when half the prison population was out all at once? A festering pit of bodies and posturing and territorial claims and animalistic bullshit that people always degenerated back into when stripped of life's luxuries. The same shit they dealt with on the outside, but with more players in a small space with fewer resources. Their dystopic prison ecosystem was eating itself from the inside out, a cruel social experiment made by a few bored human anthropologists playing itself out down to the letter. Aingeru had already had his fair share of gangs and mob mentalities and ideals and infighting and jingoism to last him a lifetime, and he wanted no part of this exercise in human behavior. Even with a null cuff, he knew what was in everyone's minds, just bare minimum survival, and he was more than happy to carry it out in his prison cell, granted his cellmate would shut the fuck up about passing initiation into LD50 or whatever the hell sliver of salvation he was nursing that day. Maybe he should have tweaked his psychiatric evaluation. At least he would have gotten a comfortable room to himself. So imagine his displeasure when these costumed apes with their little laminated badges of prestige and pretty pressed uniforms opened his cell door and called out for number two-three-five. Cell time was fucking sacred. What the hell were they doing interrupting it? His cellmate immediately shrank back to the other side of the cell, and Aingeru couldn't blame him. It was easier on everyone to just get out of the way when the guards were sent on the warpath, but there wasn't much place to move in his case. He moved off his cot, but too slow, always too slow, of course. A baton to the side of the head reminded him to move just a little bit faster next time, leaving him ample opportunity to contemplate just how insignificant a pimple he was on society's ass, how the world would be better off without another mutant (Muslim mutants at that. The thought was just so heinous), and all of those customary greetings that accompanied the nice long trip to the medical bay. Of course, Aingeru didn't learn, he never did, and replied in that dulled voice of his with foreign babble. It was a shame that they couldn't understand, because the insult was very creative, something involving asphalt and their mother and improving the town's principle thoroughfare, but alas, the Turk's English sometimes was a bit lacking. Pretty mouthy, but Aingeru only spoke when there was something worth saying. Led into the med bay with the same bout of fanfare as the rest, his arrival was signaled by a third round of clatter and jingles from his restraints. He was clean, as far as the prison's medical staff was concerned, KICK purged from his system, whatever psychological imprints it left behind none of their concern. And despite the little drug trade that went on among the prison population, ferried in by the guards themselves, KICK was the very last thing they'd want circulating among a disgruntled mutant population. As far as Aingeru was concerned, he had no medical problems that needed attention. What the hell was he doing here? A strange smell hit him at the door. Not the smell of latex gloves and peroxides and antiseptic agents. He loved those smells, the associated cleanliness a comfort. No, the smell was something else, faint, and his eyes traveled across the floor and to a trail of red leading out the back door. The others must not have noticed, but Aingeru was used to looking for things in unlikely places, expecting SWAT units to lurk in the apartment next door or UN peacekeepers to storm into his bedroom. Pushed forward into the lineup, he glanced at the others there. There was the feral girl, a hard sight not to notice in the yard, being an orange fuzzball and all. And, on the very end of this lovely little line, was Tina. Of course. Aingeru cast his pale eyes to the floor, closing them and pursing his lips together in a thin line. He would have laughed hysterically had they not been on the same boat of uncertainty. Or however that expression goes. Once again, his English wasn't so good. “Thank you all for your willingness to join in this mission. To help human and mutant kind evolve to the next level of science. Your “volunteering” for this project will not go unnoticed.” The doctor grinned at them, a child with a pair of tweezers ready to pluck the wings of a fly. They stayed silent, of course, Aingeru looking up at the man's face. Sometimes, he was positive he could hear people's thoughts, the product of a faulty null bracelet. Or maybe he was growing delirious with the removal of his powers. Regardless, he tried to pay those stained red linoleum tiles no mind. Of course, his mind immediately roved to the worst. Skin being pulled back from ligament and sinew, periosteum scraped from bones, little capillaries threaded out from their fleshy beds and laid out on spongy trays and pinned in place with cold aluminum needles in lovely branches of red and veiny blue that darkened in the air as they dried out into pretty wooden specimens. Limbs were liberated from their connective bodies amid the steady slushy, crackling slide of serrated saws and wound up in barbed wire and thrown down wells to contaminate the waters with filthy Greek blood and heads placed on spikes with lax expressions and nationalist helmets... his thoughts always had that bad habit of going into dark places. And while he knew this was not Nicosia, where bombs tearing through the roofs of your kitchens was commonplace, not Famagusta, the lost ghost town guarded by the wraiths of foreigners, he wanted to believe that this place would devolve into such. Because it would prove that all of his suspicions and beliefs were not the rambling paranoias of a fractured telepath but of a man that had seen it coming all along. "Glad to make the world a better place, arkadaş," he replied, a touch of old arrogance in his voice. He found the silence to be needlessly dramatic and certainly wasn't going to leave this old bastard any aplomb. Prison was doing nothing to cure Annie of his spite. |
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| Dr. James Bradley | Jul 22 2009, 10:28 PM Post #5 |
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James smiled at the three. Was an interesting mix they brought for him today. But he didn't get to hand pick his subject. They were brought to him and from what he could see it was at random. And that wasn't good or bad. Just an observation he had made. The man had a cocky swagger he was a somebody on the outside world. A mover of some sort. But in here he was just another soul repressed like the rest. He said a few words. And based off his limited understanding of the languages he pieced together what was said. “Indeed. I am here to be your friend. I am a mutant just as you three. And I am just as much a prisoner as you three are. Just my bindings are not as easy to see. But trust me they are there.” It was a half truth. But he liked to establish ground with his subjects at times. You never know when one of them is going to be your next break through and make you a little more famous in the circles he frequented. “Your here for some simple tests. Nothing major at this point. A learning expedition of sorts. Blood tests, cell samples...fur samples in the case of those of you who have it. And anything else that is needed to try and understand and isolate your powers. Sadly for you sir. That will include a little sample of brain tissue..not that it will do any good. But the powers that are in control of my moves here...won't listen to reason seeing that they are just ignorant humans I can't expect much more from them. But I promise it wont hurt a bit. I have tools normal hospitals only dream of. Will be a quick in and out I promise with minor discomfort. So any questions? Feel free to ask anything and I will endeavor to help clear up as much as I can.” He folded his arms and waited for the cheer, jeers and cries of outrage. There was always some. He knew he would get it for his little line about humans. But needless to say he was getting use to be chastised for his thoughts on those people he found below him. And as it turns out there was a great many he felt this way about. |
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| Rage | Jul 24 2009, 01:25 PM Post #6 |
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Off on the other end Tina saw her friend Maria. Giving her a quick glance before looking forward again towards the doctor to wait for whatever else he had to say. Then the telepath spoke. The hazel eyes girl knew him from before the CAGE. He was moronic, an didn’t like him in the least. He spoke sarcastically glad to being help, then saying a word she didn’t know. The doctor spoke yet again, talking of how he was just as much a prisoner as they were. That he was a mutant himself. And then of the tests he was to perform. His words of course held no meaning for the Rage Bringer. He could say it was for the greater good but his translation fell short as long as he served with the humans who treated the rest of them like animals. She wondered what sorts of tests he’d be performing with their blood and tissue. Not feeling the least bit bad when he said that the telepaths test would include a brain tissue sample. Tina couldn’t help but think, ”Good. Perform a lobotomy while you’re at it.” He was insufferable. And she hated every inch of him. The doctor asked if they had any questions. Quietly she mumbled, “Let’s just get this over with.” Not realizing she spoke out loud. The Rage Bringer wanted to leave. To be rid of the smell of that room. Let the guards transport them from one small room to another where she could at least be alone. |
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| Feral | Jul 24 2009, 05:08 PM Post #7 |
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God, this guy was insufferable. His work room was filthy, and it made Maria's still-present enhanced senses flare up like fireworks. Her sense of smell made her want to vomit all over 'the Good Doctor', but, by the looks of things, it wouldn't really make much of a difference. Looking down the line, a cocky and mouthy foreign mutant whom she had not seen much of in the started to speak sarcastically to the man in front of the inmates. The Latina couldn't help but smile, and turned her head to the Doctor shortly after he finished speaking, since she couldn't really understand the last thing that he had said. But, for shame, the man didn't respond like the rest of the guards. It was probably since he looked like he was 100, and couldn't hurt the foreigner unless he tugged at his ear, or something lame that grandpas do to little kids. Turning to Tina, and now not really caring if she misbehaved, realizing that the man at the front of the room didn't really implement punishment. It was obvious to the feral girl that the rage bringer didn't much care for the man at the other side of the room, what with her scowl being even more scowl-ier than usual. Turning back to the doctor, who was now talking about taking samples, mentioned that he would be taking fur samples from her. She didn't much like the sound of that. But, at least she didn't have to get a sample of her brain, unlike the poor bastard that mouthed off to the doctor. It was now apparent behavior was dealt with in a different way, giving the feral girl the feeling that maybe it was best to be a good little prisoner. She shuddered at the thought of getting a piece of her brain cut off, and brought her right arm across her chest, grasping her arm above her elbow. As the man asked about any questions that may have been on their minds, Maria raised her hands, a worried look on her face. Not waiting for the man to call on her, she started speaking as she put her hand up, like an impatient 1st grader. "Do we get a cookie afterwards, like when you give blood?" |
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| Aingeru | Jul 25 2009, 02:15 AM Post #8 |
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He didn't like this guy's smile. The clothes he wore. The way he looked at them as though they were cattle tethered to the stall, looking at them for their size and weight and build and already picking out what parts of their flanks would make for the nicest steak. His stomach churned, hands clenching into white-knuckled fists, nails biting into his palms and digging little crescent-shaped marks into flesh, biding every muscle into tension. He wanted to wring this little shit's neck, snap every fucking joint in his body, stomp that knowing little look right off his old face. Who the fuck did he think he was, lining them up (even Tina, the useless pretentious bitch) like eager whores at a brothel, deciding which would give him a better bang for his buck. It could land him in solitary. Hell, it could land him a painful execution at the hands of the guards. But Aingeru promised himself that he would kill this bastard who thought so highly of himself and so lowly of them because they were wearing the hardwear and he wasn't. “Indeed. I am here to be your friend. I am a mutant just as you three. And I am just as much a prisoner as you three are. Just my bindings are not as easy to see. But trust me they are there.” He could hear his breaths rush in and out of his nose, pulse picking up, teeth grinding inside his jaw as he clenched and unclenched his jaw, the spongey cartilage between his vertebrae pop as he craned his head back just a fraction of an inch. Little noises and nuances inside his own body, made so much more louder now that he couldn't hear a damned thing that went on outside it, inside of other people's heads. His indigo-colored gaze narrowed, just a bit, lips wrinkling with distaste. He didn't need enhanced senses like the young feral next to him to smell the shit on his breath. He didn't need to voice it either. "Bullshit." But he did anyway. The physician went on, describing to them exactly what Aingeru had suspected. Tests. While he just loved being right, this was definitely one of those times where he would have been better off being wrong. The smell of blood was tangy, putrid stench of opened bowels and disected innards only circulating with the air conditioning system, they had been omens to the conclusion Aingeru had correctly guessed. These two women were only beginning to catch on. Idiots. How they'd ever lasted in this politically sanctioned concentration camp was beyond him, oblivious to the machinations of the guards, the prisoners, the plots and coups that circled round their heads like flies, attracted to the pile of innert shit they called a brain, yet deaf to the buzzing in their ears. Complacency would do them no good. Not in here, not with this doctor, whom the more Aingeru glared at, studying his face, that fatherly facade, the more he was convinced it was all a farce, a lie. What they were facing was more than the delusions of authority and value that the guards worshipped or the mindless and pointless plays of power among inmates, all to mask their impotence. This was someone who simply liked what he did, not for some esoteric good of mankind nonsense, but for the thrill imbalances of power gave. He saw it on the faces of pimps beating the everloving shit out of their whores for coming up short on wages, enforcers on pimps sent by crooked policemen because they were a day late on their protection fees, dealers on junkies because they begged for a hit and offered their diseased and disgusting bodies for collateral. It was all about power. And if it hurt more along the way, even better. I know your kind, dear doctor. I know it all too well. The feral prisoner answered with something witty, or an attempt at, a piss-poor show of bravado. He couldn't blame her, though. Everyone had their coping mechanisms, and with her extensive physical mutation, perhaps she had more on the line than anyone else. Aingeru wasn't exactly thrilled about having a biopsy probe shoved up his nose and scraping his frontal lobe like a cavity at the dentist's office. But he'd expected that, no surprise there. A telepath's value rested solely in his mind. The Turk had no desire of parting with it, however. Not without some work. Much like Feral had, he raised his own hand, or both of them, rather, seeing as how they were cuffed together. "There is more blood on the floor than a simple test needs. I can smell his intestines. Bullet wounds, stabbing, shrapnel, we always knew who was to die from the smell of shit. What was his power?" Frankly, Aingeru didn't care what the last prisoner's powers were. Or had been, to put things accurately. He lowered his hands, coiling the little length of chain on his cuffs around his fingers. He wanted to get the girls' brains started, their thoughts racing, fears agitated. A cruel thing to do, but Aingeru had his reasons. He looked to the other prisoners, giving him a mirthless smile. "Have you two thought of that?" |
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| Dr. James Bradley | Aug 21 2009, 03:26 AM Post #9 |
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James smiled at the subjects. They were starting to talk. He liked that. It let him inside their heads at times. And this man was clearly the monster of the group despite his less then frighting features. But the pretty one was the first to speak up. Voicing her thoughts on wanting it all to end quickly so she could move along. He nodded hos head. “Don't worry. I promise it won't be long. Just merely tests and such to see if your worth a second look or not. If you hold promise you might be invited back and if you don't you will never have to see me again.” He moved around a few of the needles and tubes on his cart. He was double checking the labels and making sure they had laid out the right things. He would hate to inject them with the wrong thing or take to much of their blood...it might not have ended his world but it would be shame if it ended the life of one that had promise. The cat women spoke up next and was trying to make a joke. He chuckled softly. “Sadly my dear I am a horrible cook so my cookies. Would be more for you to fear then the tests I plan to run on you.” Before he could move on the young man felt the need to have his say. And it seemed the doctor was right about him. He was more then just another mutant dragged here for no reason. He was hardened. He was picking up on all that was going on around him. His wits might be worth engaging for pure amusement. He pointed out the blood and the smell in the room. “His powers? Ah your smart but not that smart. The last body dragged out of here was property of the US government. They don't understand science. They want results with out exploration. That subject was a human who they wanted some powers grafted into his DNA. Needless to say my dear boy. It did not go quite as I planned. But I'm sure the government has more little jar heads all lined up for me to play with. Who knows maybe your powers will work and you will have a clone or something.” He smirked as he titled the mans chin looking at his features. Inspecting the man like you would a car before he went to work on it. He was thinking about taking his samples first just to let him wait in a bit of pain before he could go. The man gave him a bad vibe. And he enjoyed torturing those who gave off a bad feeling. “And for the record. I am just like you three. I just don't get a null cuff because a null cuff would kill me. And I frankly like being alive. So don't judge the things you know nothing about. As I said I am on your side. And I will try to make all these tests as comfortable as I can given the limited tools I am allowed to bring in here.” |
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| Rage | Aug 30 2009, 06:58 AM Post #10 |
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The Doctor told her it wouldn't take long. She hoped he didn't lie about that. Maria made her reply about a cookie. She didn't care, the Rage Bringer just wanted to leave. The Turk made his opinions known. He spoke of the blood on the ground, keeping her eyes forward she didn't notice, looking to the ground she had seen it. The girl had been in the CAGE too long. Following in line, not seeing what they wanted her to see. God she hated the CAGE. Tina really wanted to go home now. The Turk looked to the herself and Maria and asked if they thought of that. The Doctor explained that it was a human subject for the experiment that went wrong. Still the situation was unsettling. He told them that he was like them, a mutant. Why a mutant was working for these humans was beyond her knowledge. Small goosebumps started to form on her arms. Tina hoped that whatever the doctor was looking for she didn't have. The whole thing gave her a bad feeling deep in the pit of her stomach.Her hazel eyes flickered back up to the telepath, Maria, then the doctor. Other then Maria, the company was a lot less desirable. Tina couldn't wait for Magneto and the rest of the Brotherhood came to free them. |
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