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4/11/2016 11:06:04 AM
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[b]A woman yawns as she sits up and looks around in confusion. She picks up the syringe and slides out of the bed, slightly stumbling due to her legs being half asleep[/b]
Where....... Where am I?.....
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The room it self is rather basic. A simple medical room, empty besides the bed and surgical table. Across from the open door what appears to be a mirrored window reflects your visage. In the upper right corner a camera faces down to observe the bed and the door. Its light still flashes, proving that it is still actively functioning The label is illegible, it's text written in a language similar to cuneform. The needle however is new, medical grade. The mixture inside is a bubbling green goo
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[b]She looks at herself in the mirror, shuddering at her horns and other demonic features[/b] "Wha...... What am I?...." [b]She looks back at the needle and tries to figure out what each symbol means as slowly as possible[/b]
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A voice reverberates inside of her head. [i]death and rebirth. Such things are simple in the minds of the old ones. But such concepts are night and day for the will of mortals. Hear me, go to the heart of the complex and do my will[/i]
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[b]She holds her head and puts the syringe down[/b] [i]Who are you?...... Why am I here?.... Who or what am I?.....[/i]
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He voice stays silent. The only noise is the static from the failing lights.
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[b]She picks the syringe back up and looks for some sort of weapon, anything would do as long as it could protect her and not break after more then a few hitd[/b]
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The room I'd other wise empty.
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[b]She wanders to the exit and tries to open it, her tail flicking around behind her[/b]
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The other room is dark. Extremely dark. To the point only shadows can be seen ad a backdrop to the darkness. What appear to have been chairs are flipped and scattered throughout the room. What appears to be a person lays slumped against the wall
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[b]She walks over to the corpse and searches him, trying to see if there was anything of use on him[/b]
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[i]Aquired 1 shotgun 12 gauge, 6 counds. Security baton, tazer, security clearance card.[/i]
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[b]She loads the shotgun and puts the baton on her hip, along with the tazer. She looks around for any security doors[/b] [spoiler]Do you recommend using the syringe on myself?[/spoiler]
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Edited by DGC LemanRuss: 4/11/2016 9:47:33 PM[spoiler]depends... do you trust a green bubbling goo in a syringe sitting beside you in a observation room yoy do not remember going to?[/spoiler] The card opens the door to the outside of that room, entering to a long hallway with multiple unmarked doors. All with security doors.
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[spoiler]Good point......[/spoiler] [b]She searches the first two she finds, pointing the shotgun into the open doors just in case[/b]
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The first is empty. The second however is not. Instead it is wrecked. Blood and body parts splattered across the room. More distinct is the mirror, it is broken in from the side with the medical bed, the syringe is empty. [i]Ah one oh my children did make it out alive I see. How very fortunate, we may not need that if he would survive this place.[/i] The voice says in your head.
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"I'm not using that stuff if that's what it does......" [b]She shudders at the carnage and heads to the next two rooms[/b]
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The third is the same as the second. But this time the man appears to have been gunned down in the bed. The fourth room lays a man covered in gang tattoos upon the bed. Another syringe beside him. [i]Would yoy like to see what my work brings? All you have to do is go and see. This man has no value, a rapist and a murderer. Noone would miss a dreg as he. Or take the syringe for yourself. It matters not this man will never leave this place. [/i]
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[b]She takes the syringe and looks at it[/b] [i]What is 'your work'? How do I tie into it? Please, just tell me[/i]
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[i]I am but a simple master which finds rebirth of the flawed.[/i]
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[i]The flawed?....... That's why I'm here?...... What did I do wrong? Does it have to do with my horns?......[/i] [spoiler]Psst, she's a succubus if the picture doesn't help you notice[/spoiler]
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The voice stays silent. Leaving you alone with the gang member unconcious on the bed.
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[b]She walks up to the man and checks his pulse, he probably didn't know what he had done in his past, a clean slate of a mind like her[/b]
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The pulse is faint, highly sedated to the point that he dances on the verge of death.
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[b]She tries to look for something to restart his body, she couldn't let him die[/b] Even if you have murdered people, you probably don't know your sins anymore.....
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The only available option is the green goo. Far in the depths of your mind you can hear the voice chuckling at your haste as the man continues sliping to deaths embrace
