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Post by lyan on Feb 5, 2006 15:08:53 GMT -5
((OOC: Since you all like to be trapped, I'm joining you! ;D))
Lyan waked up, blinking several times before he waked up. God, what happened?He thought, and narrowed his eyes. Suddenly, it all came back to him.
He had been walking through the streets, when some men knocked him out. It was right after he had taken a dose of his drug, so he hadn't been able to defend himself much.
He sighed and sat down on the floor. This damn...thing that was happening to him only gave trouble. When some scientists came to take some blood samples, he didn't try to stop them. He knew it would only get him in more trouble.
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Post by Midnight on Feb 5, 2006 15:43:02 GMT -5
"Jones, get in here! This machine is broken again!" An oversized guard yelled, slamming the coffee pot back in the coffee machine. He waited for the red-headed mechanic while keeping one sleepy eye on the kid sitting on the floor, getting poked by needles. Darn mutants... He didn't see what all the fuss was about, but it paid his bills.
Jasper jogged in the room, a look of patient condesendence on his face. He was a good-looking man, around age seventeen it seemed. His shaggy red hair hung into his bright blue eyes, and he swept it back with a brown hand. His skin made him look like he had spent the summer in the sun. The pockets of his black cargos made clinking sounds as he moved, telling of tools and pieces. He had the sleeves on his light blue sweater rolled back and gave the guard a small, patronizing smile as he bent to examine the coffee pot. "I think you should get more coffee pots. This one is getting used way too much," he murmered while he opened it up and took the wires in his hands. He could feel along them, sense where they were broken, and re-attach them instantly with his powers.
The MRC knew full well that he had powers. He had been turned in to them by the guy he was hitch a lift with. However, they had found his powers were very useful, as well as his mechanical knowledge, and since he needed the money and they couldn't find anything dangerous about him, he had entered their payroll. He was looked down upon either for his age or because he was a mutant, but the people in the MRC had a nagging feeling that he looked down on them. When they thought about it, they guessed it must be because he would fix everything they broke. Mechanics seemed to get uppity, they thought.
Jasper used his moments of fixing the coffee pot to examine the boy on the floor. Seemed a shame what the MRC did. He remembered last time they had done something like this, not too long ago. It hadn't ended very well for him. He wondered if it was worth trying to help this guy as well.
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Post by lyan on Feb 5, 2006 15:50:56 GMT -5
Lyan raised one eyebrow when he noticed the man looking at him. He wanted to scream at him, but also that would only mean more testing, so he didn't say anything. He watched him while he fixed the coffee pot. He envied him. At least he didn't have to worry about these things. Lyan sigged again. ((OOC: He's not a kid, by the way  )) |
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Post by Midnight on Feb 7, 2006 4:49:05 GMT -5
((Eh, I forgot his age and guessed. I've called people older than me kids as well.))
One pale scientist nodded toward the guard, who then lumbered over and yanked the man to his feet. "Mutant?" he rumbled and the scientist nodded again. "We will have to analyze the blood to know what he does, but initial testing says that he is. Put him in a cell." The guard shoved Lyan toward one of the cells. "Get movin'," he growled, pressing a nearby button. One of the cell doors slid open.
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Post by lyan on Feb 7, 2006 14:13:30 GMT -5
Lyan shrugged and entered the cell without a word. whatever... He thought. ‘‘Hey, what’s all this testing for?’’ He asked the scientist. He looked at the mechanic againm but he didn’t really expected to see something happening.
(Sorry for the short post, but I’m in a hurry.)
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Post by Midnight on Feb 7, 2006 15:40:44 GMT -5
"Hell if I know," the guard gave him a crooked grin that was by no means sincere. The scientist that had been addressed merely contemplated the young man for a few minutes before turning back to the blood samples.
Jasper gave the man a smile as well, but it seemed like it was hiding something. No matter, all Jasper's smiles seemed like that. He flipped a button on the coffee pot to start it and then walked calmly out of the room, pausing for a few seconds to silently and secretly destroy another device. That would assure his services were needed again. And from his pocket he took a tazor(sp) and quietly electrocuted a camera. He gave it about ten minutes before he was called back in, two if the people watching the cameras were actually paying attention. Most had been giving backwards glances at the ventilation shaft since they had discovered a man dead with a hole through his head in that room. Either way, Jasper paused slightly outside of the room and sat down, pulling a tattered book out of one of his pockets. The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy, his favorite.
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Post by lyan on Feb 8, 2006 12:51:03 GMT -5
Lyan saw the man electrocute the camera, but he decided that he better would keep his mouth shut. It wasn't any of his business. And maybe, it could help him out. He had no idea why they were keeping him here, but he doubted it was just to take some blood samples. He sat down in his cell. For the moment, there wasn't anything he could do.
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Post by Midnight on Feb 9, 2006 15:35:01 GMT -5
The scientist picked up the device that Jasper had previously destroyed and looked at it in dismay. "Jones," he said into an intercom. "I need you to fix something." ((Imagine Mr. Burns voice))
Jasper stood up, tucked his book away, and counted slowly to ten. Then he swung around the corner just as the scientist started to shuffle out the door, away to fetch some other piece of equipment that was not in the room. Jasper's intercom crackled again, "Jones, we need you to look at Camera B in Holding Room 7. It isn't transmitting.""I have something else Dr. Roe just sent me after, I'll be on it in about ten minutes," he replied, the secret smile on his face again. He entered the room, staying out of sight of the working camera, and picked up the device. He opened it up and started moving slowly around the room, like he was pacing while he worked. Soon he settled down next to control panel, his back to it, as he continued to tinker. Carefully, he removed tools from pocket. The guard wasn't paying attention, instead drinking coffee and reading a newspaper. Jasper was a regular around here. Soon Jasper removed the tazer and set it near the edge of the young man's cell door, his blue eyes meeting the man's in a meaningful glance. He picked up some of his tools and shoved them back into his pockets. Shifting his position, he rested one hand on the control panel. A close look would have revealed something like electricity leap silently from his fingers into the panel. Unseen, it traveled up a wire and made a connection. The door to the cell swung open silently. Wait, Jasper mouthed to the man. Seconds later, he stood up and replaced the device on the table, walking quickly out of the doors. The man's cell door was now open and he had a tazer. It was up to him to manufacture the escape. Jasper liked his job and wanted to keep it, so that meant staying out of sight when he became involved.
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Post by lyan on Feb 10, 2006 11:49:56 GMT -5
Lyan watched this all happen, surprised and confused. Why the hell would someone like him help him? He knew enough of mankind to know that there were no things like 'mercy' or 'pity'. Nevertheless, he stood up, knocked out the guard, grabbed the tazer and tried to find his way to the exit.
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Post by lyan on Feb 11, 2006 6:38:18 GMT -5
((Anyone else who wants to join the thread))
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