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Post by treacherous1 on Feb 9, 2015 21:17:20 GMT
Eye for an Eye – Mission 1: The Laboratory
You wake up through hazy vision and see what looks to be a ceiling. Immediately, you notice broken, half-dimmed lighting fixtures. You try to rise, but seem to be held down at the wrists and ankles by leather harnesses. At closer inspection, you are on a gurney. Craning your neck around, you survey the room. It is a fairly large rectangular laboratory of some sort. It is a wreck - there are lab tables knocked over, spilled beakers and broken glass. A large and very, previously high-tech computer is smashed to pieces and sparking noisily. The sparks are very close to what looks to be a chemical spill.
Turning your head to the side, you notice three other gurney’s with three other individuals strapped down - all seem to be in various states of rousing. There seems to be one more gurney turned over on the floor. You cannot tell if someone was on it. If they were, they are on the floor now. Peering forward, you see a door and two, large adjacent windows. The room beyond is also heavily disheveled. It looks as if a war was fought within some sort of testing site. There seem to be unmoving bodies lying everywhere. And blood… lots of blood.
As your head clears, you smell the stench of burning wire, smoke and can audibly hear an alarm blaring in the distance. Likewise, some form of security lights in the distant room are flashing red in tune with the distressing alarm. Periodically, a pleasant sounding, muffled voice declares a statement from the other room at regular intervals. You try to recall how you got here, but your mind is a foggy cloud. Your last memories are nearly a month old. Nothing after that is clear at all.
Elexa Reid you are lying prone on the floor. You are facing a wall and your legs seem to be held down to a gurney. At least one arm is free. The other trapped beneath you. At your feet, you see a face staring back at you. The eyes are lifeless. Dark blood has pooled from the mouth of the motionless body. You hear rustling nearby, but you can’t see. An stifled alarm blares nearby. You hear an imperceptible voice in the distance. With your free arm, you…
At this point in the RP, it is free reign. Your characters, can get up, grab a donut, chat, text their girl/boyfriends…whatever. Oh but wait, you’re fastened tightly to a gurney. Well… at least four of you are. So, by all means, Role Play this scene until you come to where you want to make a decision. At that point ask can you do something by using the handy dandy Parenthesis signs. Ex: (OOC: I’d like to headbutt the gurney until it breaks). This laboratory scenario will end when you try to leave the room. Oh and you are all weaponless.
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Post by Darkender on Feb 10, 2015 0:11:44 GMT
Michael snapped into consciousness, his pupils expanding to the dim light. His chest heaves dramatically under his constraints and he immediately falls into a panic pulling at the leather wraps. With his head free, he turns left and right to see his surroundings.
There are a few other gurneys in the room, but what draws his attention are the number bodies not in the gurneys and lifeless on the floor.
“Is anybody there? What’s going on!?”
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Post by Nihlium on Feb 10, 2015 1:53:31 GMT
Pascal heard the voice crying out and thought to himself 'I'm tied down to a gurney, my helmet is not on my head and my bodies sore. That's either a very handsome woman or I have a lot of soul searching to do.' Pascal then tried to maneuver his head to see the owner to the voice to avail "Hey!" he shouted "Hot stuff, over here."
Whatever happened now could end up one of two ways, his imminent escape or a bloody fight; Pascal liked his chances.
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Post by Bergy on Feb 10, 2015 2:27:54 GMT
It had been a long time since the sight of blood had made Elexa feel at all uncomfortable, but something about not having any idea where it came from made her a bit uneasy.
"Is anybody there? What's going on!?"
Oh good, Elexa thought, I'm not the only live one in here.
"Hey! Hot stuff, over here."
Oh good, an asshole.
"Keep your voices down," she hissed at them.
I need to get on my feet.
(OOC: Elexa tries to release her other limbs with her free arm. Failing that, she looks for a sharp instrument to cut herself free with)
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Post by treacherous1 on Feb 10, 2015 2:48:07 GMT
(OOC: there is broken glass within reach, however attempt to cut arm free failed on roll. Glass is still within reach. You are not injured.)
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Post by Bergy on Feb 10, 2015 4:04:41 GMT
"Damn," Elexa mutters. I'd kill for a scalpal right now.
Elexa tugs at her garments. Maybe a little more grip...
(OOC: Elexa attempts to remove some fabric to wrap her hand in, hoping to get a safer and stronger grip on the glass)
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Post by treacherous1 on Feb 10, 2015 4:10:33 GMT
(OOC: Success. Your hand is wrapped in some torn shirt.)
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Post by Bergy on Feb 10, 2015 4:13:50 GMT
Elexa picks the glass up again, and takes a deep breath.
Calm, cool, collected.
She repeats the mantra to herself.
"Calm, cool, collected."
(OOC: Elexa attempts to use the sharp glass to free herself a second time)
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Post by treacherous1 on Feb 10, 2015 4:17:11 GMT
(OOC: it's working, but it's a thick strap. Just keep swimmin... I mean cutting.)
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Post by Nihlium on Feb 10, 2015 4:26:58 GMT
Pascal was growing impatient. No one had answered his call and he needed to pee quite badly. Tired of his current situation (OOC: he attempted to use his weight to rock the gurney side to side.) he knew the fall would hurt but hopefully it would allow him a better chance of escape.
"Here I go."
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Post by deo on Feb 10, 2015 4:34:56 GMT
It had been a long time since the sight of blood had made Elexa feel at all uncomfortable, but something about not having any idea where it came from made her a bit uneasy. "Is anybody there? What's going on!?" Oh good, Elexa thought, I'm not the only live one in here."Hey! Hot stuff, over here." Oh good, an asshole."Keep your voices down," she hissed at them. I need to get on my feet.
(OOC: Elexa tries to release her other limbs with her free arm. Failing that, she looks for a sharp instrument to cut herself free with) "Take your time dear. I'm sure no one's in any horrendous rush to be anywhere." Abbey then empathically probed the room. She observed some confusion, anger, and frustration amongst the others still alive. Nothing unusual considering the situation. But then there was the fear of death that just hung over the room,not associated to any mind, but a fog that lingers after a storm. The heaps of dead bodies would explain that though. Must have been something horrid. She had a general sense of the amount of the living minds in the room, four plus herself, but from her current position it was rather hard to tell exactly whom she was with. Based on the emotions she could be sure there were two females and two males. One of whom had a mind set the was utterly bestial. That should help. "While she's trying that," she said aloud, "perhaps one of you strapping bucks could simply snap out of your bonds through a little brute ingenuity. It would save us some time." |
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Post by Nihlium on Feb 10, 2015 5:01:14 GMT
It had been a long time since the sight of blood had made Elexa feel at all uncomfortable, but something about not having any idea where it came from made her a bit uneasy. "Is anybody there? What's going on!?" Oh good, Elexa thought, I'm not the only live one in here."Hey! Hot stuff, over here." Oh good, an asshole."Keep your voices down," she hissed at them. I need to get on my feet.
(OOC: Elexa tries to release her other limbs with her free arm. Failing that, she looks for a sharp instrument to cut herself free with) "Take your time dear. I'm sure no one's in any horrendous rush to be anywhere." Abbey then empathically probed the room. She observed some confusion, anger, and frustration amongst the others still alive. Nothing unusual considering the situation. But then there was the fear of death that just hung over the room,not associated to any mind, but a fog that lingers after a storm. The heaps of dead bodies would explain that though. Must have been something horrid. She had a general sense of the amount of the living minds in the room, four plus herself, but from her current position it was rather hard to tell exactly whom she was with. Based on the emotions she could be sure there were two females and two males. One of whom had a mind set the was utterly bestial. That should help. "While she's trying that," she said aloud, "perhaps one of you strapping bucks could simply snap out of your bonds through a little brute ingenuity. It would save us some time." Pascals ears perked at the feminine voices that filled the room. Two females, one male; a room that could either be in a hospital or research facility and the pungent smell of smoke and blood. This wasn't the Pansophy's style, which made things even worst "I'm on it ma'am!" (OOC:He continues to rock the gurney in hopes he could topple it over.) |
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Post by Darkender on Feb 10, 2015 5:11:31 GMT
Michael breathed a sigh of relief.
At least I’m not alone.
He took a breath and sized up the straps. A piercing howl then escape his throat and his eyes rolled to the back of his head. His left eye transformed to match its golden counterpart and his skin began to tear as fur busted forth.
(OCC: Michael attempts transformation to free himself.)
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Post by kevindwolf93 on Feb 10, 2015 7:13:10 GMT
Karen was probably the last awake, she overhears some of the others- the place definitely didn't look friendly to her, her heart sank now that it occurred to her that trouble just found her as far as she could recall. The folks moving around were only marginally more pleasant and that's because nobody had a scalpel to her neck. She was in the middle of musing out loud which horror film they were reminded of most when she sees Michael start wigging out and howling.
"Jesus, I can't seem to escape guys like you" she grunts out loud towards him, she wasn't scared...not yet anyways. "Not that I'm generalizing, you doing ok with that?" she asks. From her experience, guys writing in pain were either riling up or going nuts...she wanted to know which and she didn't wait for an answer before checking her straps.
(OOC: Karen attempts to power out of the gurney straps on her hands and feet, hoping they were loose or old)
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Post by treacherous1 on Feb 10, 2015 21:21:52 GMT
Pascal – 1st attempt to knock over gurney (4 – fail/Second attempt fails because you aren’t supposed to do it until update)
Michael – Attempts to transform and free himself (5 – success/ Michael is free from his bonds and in wolf form for a bit)
Karen – Attempts to power out of straps, hoping they are old. (9 – success/ Manages to wriggle free of wrist restraints)
Elexa - Arm restraints free.
at this point, Michael is the only person completely free from his bonds (both leg and arms) completely.
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