The Genesis Institute - Open to All!

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Sophidian

(OOC: Recruiting/OOC post. If you're interested, check it out there and let us know you're going to jump in!)

The morning alarm buzzed through the hallway. Cells - safer for the patients, the doctors believe - clicked open to allow the morning nurses in. Like a choreographed performance, they entered the rooms in sync, platters of pills in hands. The same routine every morning for the past five years.

Opal, her codename rather than the name she's almost forgotten after years locked in the metal-coated room, opened her eyes. The metallic sheen of her irises catch the light before she turned to look at her nurse. The woman said nothing to her - and hasn't for five years - but placed the pills and the paper cup of water on her nightstand. After a moment of examining the vitals printed from the machine connected to her, the nurse's clacking heels left her room. Then another clank of the lock falling closed.

She swung her legs over the side of the bed, feeling how heavy they'd become. Grabbing the cup and pills, she took them one by one - blue, green, red, pink. The water wasn't cold and only made the sweltering room even hotter. She rose, closing the robe closer around herself before moving to the corner of her room. The walls there, thinner than elsewhere, held the air vent.

As she knelt, she steadied herself with a hand and whispered through, "Are you awake?"

(OOC: ETA: the link to the Recruitment thread)
Ons & Offs -- Searching for RPers -- A & As (September)

"Don't tell me the moon is shining; show me the glint of light on broken glass."
-- Anton Chekhov

Jaqueline

Norizuka woke up slowly, yawning and rubbing her eyes like a sleepy, tiny child. Her long black hair was somewhat messy, but she would brush it later like she did every day. She stretched her arms and looked at her nightstand. The Nurse was quick, gone before she even sat up, her daily medication and helpful supplement of water waiting for her. The cup floated over to her hand, as did the pills. She had significantly more medicine to take than anyone else in the Institute, save maybe those who might be in intensive care or in an emergency condidtion. She took sips as she downed the pills, getting through half of them until she heard Opal. She looked over and reached her hand out. Her cane obediently arrived at her hand and she struggled out of her bed, walking over to the vent, "Yes." Her small voice floated back, delivering her short answer. She continued taking the pills, standing tripod with her two feet and the cane, leaning on it with both hands. Her pills lined up midair outside her mouth and entered one by one as she took more water from the cup to help them down her throat.
Every story has a happy ending.
But it is not always the hero who is happy in the end.

Sophidian

"Are you feeling alright today?" She fell back into a sitting position, the clang from her heavy body reverberating through the small room. With a wince, she rubbed her lower back. "It's Monday, right? Another set of experiments?"

She stretched her legs out, examining her legs as they slipped from the robe. Her veins were grey now, bordering on black. Assimilation, they told her. That's what they were aiming for. Iron mixed with carbon. Steel in her veins. Or, at least, when they pumped enough into her it would be. The amount of carbon in her blood was too high to make it anything worthwhile. But putting more iron could kill her without proper nutrition.

Forcing herself to her feet with arms that shook under the weight, she leaned a hand against the wall, the metal warping. It'd been years since they'd allowed plaster. "Think of a way to get out?"
Ons & Offs -- Searching for RPers -- A & As (September)

"Don't tell me the moon is shining; show me the glint of light on broken glass."
-- Anton Chekhov

Jaqueline

"Yes. I am feeling alright." Zuka said, finishing her pills and then drinking the rest of her water, "It is Monday." She answered, not bothering to confirm the second part. They all know what Monday means, when they can remember what day it is. The paper cup found its way back on the nightstand. More mind      and exercises of her mental powers, just like all the previous weeks.
"You know I have not." She answered, a little annoyed that she had asked. Zuka had long given up on escape and tries to convince Opal of the same, but only halfheartedly. Deep down she desperately wanted out, but seeing no way that's possible, no longer tried. The security of The Genesis Institute was top notch and beyond. They are all watched constantly, anything they do out of the ordinary is reviewed and analyzed constantly. What might as well be a private army lived on the island to guard it, keeping things out and in. Even if they got out of their cells when they're not supposed to, they would have to get across miles of water to the nearest land, much less civilization.
Every story has a happy ending.
But it is not always the hero who is happy in the end.

Sophidian

Opal's shoulders dropped an inch as she hears the negative answer. "Just thought I'd ask," she said, glancing out the window. A few of the ivy leaves dangled near the glass. She moved toward it, fingers spreading across the reinforced window over the leaf. "There's got to be some way. I refuse to believe we'll be stuck here forever."

The second morning alarm sounded, another loud buzz, and the outside doors swung open. The monotonous footsteps of their testers, their captors, came down the hall. "Good luck," she said, tearing her eyes away from the small ray of hope. "Don't let them hurt you. I'll see you at lunch."
Ons & Offs -- Searching for RPers -- A & As (September)

"Don't tell me the moon is shining; show me the glint of light on broken glass."
-- Anton Chekhov

Jaqueline

Norizuka didn't answer and got on her bed before her escort showed up. She looked up at him, blankly, like she did every week.
"Come on." He grunted, also like every week. The entire institute seemed like some kind of repetitive purgatory. She got off the bed and walked beside the man, who had to walk extremely slow for the small girl. The sound of her  moving down the hall was distinct from anyone else, with two light footfalls and then the clack of her cane connecting with the tiled floor. The man brought her to an elevator and took her up a number of flight, the machine stopped, opening to a single room with no exits but the elevator. Top floor, but a single room. Every single elevator lead to one of these, isolated to prevent danger while testing or preforming operations. Norizuka stepped out and faced the head of the Institute, Scott Bacula.
Scott smiled warmly through his short but thick beard of light, yet rich brown hair. It covered his chin and upper lip, reaching around the bottom of his jaw and up for his scalp, but didn't quite make it. His hair was of the same color and luster. He was a tall man, broad and muscular, but not in a very intimidating way. He looked more studious than powerful, dressed in a white doctor's labcoat, suit vest and tie underneath with plain slacks and shoes, "Hello Norizuka."
"Hello Scott." She replied in a bland voice. Honestly, she liked Scott. She thought he was nice, but she would remind herself what he does, he keeps people here and experiments on them against their will, for this she knew she could not like this man! Even so, he was charming and warm, so her disgust and good feelings towards him canceled out, creating a sort of apathy.
"Are you feeling well?" He asked kindly. He was standing in the center of the room, only a few items out in front of him. A deck of cards, a lead ball, some hair gel and a few other things she didn't quite recognize. One thing she did recognize though was the helmet. It looked like a biker helmet without the part of the mask you could look out. It was all black and had a few strange devices rigged to the back of it. She usually had to wear it whenever they did testing, it monitors her vitals and power output.
"Yes." She answered.
"Good. Then we can begin."
Every story has a happy ending.
But it is not always the hero who is happy in the end.

Sophidian

Unlike Zuka, Opal was taken from her room by two armed guards. Around her wrists, two manacles are put around her hands, twisted around her back. She moved down the hall, joined by a staccato sound that signaled her descent down the stairs. Soon, all windows and fluorescent lights were gone.

In a room with a few others, she was left back against a wall, told to wait her turn. She shared a look with two others and nodded. When she sat, the floor itself shook. Two nurses, both in face masks and gloves, inserted an IV into her arm. She'd spent years tugging it out the best she can, only to repeatedly find herself sedated. Now she just sat there, allowing the mixture of iron and glucose to pump into her veins.
Ons & Offs -- Searching for RPers -- A & As (September)

"Don't tell me the moon is shining; show me the glint of light on broken glass."
-- Anton Chekhov

Jaqueline

Norizuka was one of the first to finish her session. She was sitting at one of the cafeteria tables where patients deemed 'stable' were allowed to eat and converse in a group. Only twice a day was this allowed, lunch and dinner. She picked at her food, her legs dangling far from the floor. Chili with some vegetables, along with vitamin supplement that they specifically gave to her every meal, as required by her physical state. She watched as more people filled the cafeteria, returning from their sessions.

((Put open in the subject line to attract more people.))
Every story has a happy ending.
But it is not always the hero who is happy in the end.

Sophidian

Another cup smashed against the wall as Opal knocked it out of her way. As always, her bones cracked as she walked through the cafeteria line. Her back, bent nearly in half, straightened slowly, the noise drawing a few onlookers. She took the plate of food from the server and slammed it down on the table beside Zuka before crashing into her seat.

She didn't mean to be overly aggressive, but the weight began to be too much. Staring at her food, she idly rubbed her fingers over the needle mark from the IV, not wanting to scratch it open.
Ons & Offs -- Searching for RPers -- A & As (September)

"Don't tell me the moon is shining; show me the glint of light on broken glass."
-- Anton Chekhov

Jaqueline

Norizuka kept her eyes on her food, not reacting to Opal's noisy entrance, "Welcome back. How was your session?" She asked, picking up her spoon and taking a bite of the Chili. It did taste like Chili, but it was bland, hardly excellent cuisine. What she would give for a pear...
Every story has a happy ending.
But it is not always the hero who is happy in the end.

Sophidian

"Peachy. Nothing like making me weigh a ton just to see if my bones can handle it. Newsflash, doctors, they can't!" She yelled the last part toward the doctors who monitored them at lunch. Picking up a fork almost proved to be too much for her, so when she went to spear the salad she was given - can't have her getting fat, can they? - the fork went straight through the table.

With a sigh of disgust, she tossed it from the table. "Hands again, it seems."
Ons & Offs -- Searching for RPers -- A & As (September)

"Don't tell me the moon is shining; show me the glint of light on broken glass."
-- Anton Chekhov

Jaqueline

Zuka looked so puny next to Opal, who had a strong athletic build. She looked up at her taller companion, "Would you like me to help you?" She offered. She never liked seeing Opal like this, angry (Well, more angry than usual) and upset.
Every story has a happy ending.
But it is not always the hero who is happy in the end.

Sophidian

Opal turned her angry eyes to Zuka before relaxing almost instantly. "No. It's..." She motioned down to her food before picking up the lettuce with her hands. "It's just rabbit food. I can eat it with my hands. Salad dressing ruins it anyway." A tomato popped into her mouth with ease as she chewed on it.

Picking up a piece of carrot, she swallowed and laughed. "It really is rabbit food. All with vitamins to make me strong. And even more iron." She glanced over at Zuka. "How went your trials?"
Ons & Offs -- Searching for RPers -- A & As (September)

"Don't tell me the moon is shining; show me the glint of light on broken glass."
-- Anton Chekhov

Jaqueline

"Same as usual. Me and Scott, stacking cards with my brain, building a castle with them. Chucked a bowling ball around." Norizuka told her modestly. She didn't think all that much of her abilities, but the fact that it was always Doctor Bacula who did her sessions with her always nagged her. What made her so important?
Every story has a happy ending.
But it is not always the hero who is happy in the end.

Sophidian

"Sounds like another fun time testing out your powers." Opal smiled, though inside she felt the dull ache of jealousy. What she wouldn't give to be able to sit with the Director and not go through her "medication" but instead train...

"I'm still considered to be too dangerous for trials. Another few weeks. As if five years hasn't been enough." She brushed back some of her red curls and scrunched her nose as she bit into a carrot, mocking the face of a rabbit.

(I'm headed to bed now. I'll be back early tomorrow!)
Ons & Offs -- Searching for RPers -- A & As (September)

"Don't tell me the moon is shining; show me the glint of light on broken glass."
-- Anton Chekhov

Jaqueline

((Alright.))

"I would not call it fun." Norizuka said, looking up at her. She had been at the Institute since her parents were killed, which makes nine years.
She laughed at Opal eating her carrot, resting her hands on the edgest of her cane, which she had lying across her lap.
Every story has a happy ending.
But it is not always the hero who is happy in the end.

Sophidian

Opal shrugged, picking through the leafy parts of her meal. She wouldn't give them the pleasure of eating the dressing - which she could only imagine what it had in it - or the broccoli. She knew she should avoid the tomatoes but they were far too good.

"So. what are they doing with you for the rest of the day?"
Ons & Offs -- Searching for RPers -- A & As (September)

"Don't tell me the moon is shining; show me the glint of light on broken glass."
-- Anton Chekhov

Jaqueline

"I was not scheduled for anything. I will most likely be placed back in my room once meal time is over." Norizuka droned, taking another small spoonful of her food, "Yourself?"

((We need more people.))
Every story has a happy ending.
But it is not always the hero who is happy in the end.

Sophidian

"The obstacle course." Opal raked through the lettuce and sighed. Broccoli or tomatoes. "It should be interesting. Speed versus strength again. It's a shame you'll miss it."

((Well, we could be more than one person, or we can wait until someone else comes.))
Ons & Offs -- Searching for RPers -- A & As (September)

"Don't tell me the moon is shining; show me the glint of light on broken glass."
-- Anton Chekhov

Jaqueline

((I'll make myself another character to tide me over, I don't want to totally halt the Role Play.
You going to make a second too?

Gotta go, see you later!))
Every story has a happy ending.
But it is not always the hero who is happy in the end.

Sophidian

Ons & Offs -- Searching for RPers -- A & As (September)

"Don't tell me the moon is shining; show me the glint of light on broken glass."
-- Anton Chekhov

Jaqueline

Zircon slithered on the ground through people's legs, being careful not to touch them. Some saw him and wondered what he was doing. Others knew him and just ignored him, knowing better than to question what the boy does. He snaked his way to Opal and Norizuka and reached an arm up to grab one of Opal's little salad tomatoes.

Norizuka watched him with a smile. Ryan usually annoyed people, but she found him amusing. She had known him since he arrived five years ago, she was fourteen and he was eight. He hasn't changed the slightest bit since the first day, with the exception of the abilities given to him by the Institute.
Every story has a happy ending.
But it is not always the hero who is happy in the end.

Sophidian

Opal rolled a tomato across her knuckles before handing it down to the boy. "There you go, Zircon. Don't eat it all in one bite!" She took a piece of broccoli and began to chomp on it. "Where's that annoying boy? The other blond? Don't you like pestering him?" She handed down another tomato.


From across the room, Pyrite raised his head and would glare over if he had any sight left. Instead, he left both hands around his hot cup of tea and frowned. "Leaving me alone. You deal with him now. He's a pain in the ass." He brought the tea to his lips, sipping it in silence. He didn't know what was in it, nor did he want to. For all he knew, it could be poison and he wouldn't be any luckier.
Ons & Offs -- Searching for RPers -- A & As (September)

"Don't tell me the moon is shining; show me the glint of light on broken glass."
-- Anton Chekhov

Jaqueline

Zircon, despite the warning, stuffed the entire thing into his mouth, his each stretching to contain it. He got up and sat in between the two girls, "Mlfflp f    mnnl!" He informed them and then bit down hard on the tomato, which shot red juice across the table. He chewed happily.
Zuka caught all the juice before it hit the ground. An imaginary container held it and it floated over, falling onto her tray, "Why don't you come sit with us, Pyrite?" She offered, knowing he could hear her.

((I just realized both my characters names start with Z...))
Every story has a happy ending.
But it is not always the hero who is happy in the end.

Sophidian

"Over there?" Pyrite said. "With that...?" He motioned toward Zircon, then sighed. "One moment."

The chair clattered behind him as he rose, the tea in hand, and he began to make his way over. Chairs and people move out of his way, afraid to incur his wrath.


Opal moved out of the way, pushing a chair out for him. "Stop being mean. You're not as scary as you think." She smiled over to Zircon and passed another tomato over. "Now, what are you doing today? Being a snake?"
Ons & Offs -- Searching for RPers -- A & As (September)

"Don't tell me the moon is shining; show me the glint of light on broken glass."
-- Anton Chekhov