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Post by Da Pwny on Jul 6, 2008 16:00:11 GMT -5
Her vision was blurred, memory foggy, and pretty much everything hurt like all hell. She wasn't alright at all. Now if she could just remember who she was... those last memories... the cloth over her face, waking up in a dark room with medical equipment all around- but she was fine! No, she hadn't been sick... That couldn't be right.
Everything hurt, including the few memories she had. Everything... the kind of pain you can experience, but never really talk about. Everything inside her hurt because she had rebelled; in the past, that would have been enough, but they weren't here to stop her. The obedience that was programmed within her wouldn't die easily, but she managed to fight it off somehow... She clutched her head, sifting through the memories she had, ignoring the voice outside for now. In a state of shock, she couldn't respond very much anyways...
89... that was the only thing she found whenever she looked. A number, nothing more. Pieces were falling into place, but nothing conclusive yet. She would need more... as soon as she could find her feet again...
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Post by knightc3 on Jul 7, 2008 3:35:41 GMT -5
He didn't need to second report to tell him where they were. He approached carefully, keeping his distance till he knew the situation. He wasn't going to make the mistake of trusting 110 just yet. He had 'malfunctioned' once and he wouldn't be surprised if something happened again that made him turn on Kane. He climbed up onto the roof of a build and looked ahead. He moved his "new hand" again, trying to shake the feeling of alieness once more.
He dropped down to a prone position once he saw two targets in front of him. Oh great, they had met but it didn't seem to be going too well, not for 89 anyway. He took out his automatic and aimed it at her head. He was pleasantly surprised to see that the new hand had a kind of automatic correction for the natural shake in his arm and his aim was steady enough to make this shot which was just withing maximum range of the rifle.
He smiled to himself before turning on the laser-sight even though he didn't need to. 89 wouldn't notice, even if she wasn't acting like she was about to burst, but 110 would. He clicked the private comm just as he guessed he would see it and spoke, "You are still very easy to find..." He didn't shoot, he was waiting, ironically to give 110 a chance to convince him not to.
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Post by Crow on Jul 7, 2008 14:28:44 GMT -5
"And so are you. Don't take the shot yet, I think she might be stabilizing....Besides that, I doubt you need another enemy or two if she should somehow survive. Just wait it out. I've got things under control." He continued watching the experiment on the ground, not sure if helping her up was a good idea.
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Post by Da Pwny on Jul 17, 2008 4:12:13 GMT -5
*aaaaack D: *
Slowly, she looked up, number 89... so little, and yet, to one who had nothing, so much. But everything was clear now, and memory began slowly seeping back to her... piece by piece the puzzle formed. But what would it make? And what if parts were missing?
Her eyes fell upon the one in front of her, this... other person, whomever he was. There was the sense of another far behind her, but she paid no heed for now... Was she to trust this one? Or was that even her choice to make? It didn't matter; things were wrong, and they needed to be set right. Even if force were necessary.
Her head turned, looking to the buildings around her... 'Home...' she whispered, the words barely forming on her mouth... she had grown up here, she remembered. But why was this coming to her now? What did it mean? And why...
Her head ached, and there were too many unanswered questions. She could feel heat building up on the back of her head from something, and some instinct told her not to move too fast any more than she had to. Slowly standing, she pulled the goggles up, and light flooded into her eyes; still, she willed herself to stay as still as possible, even if it meant she had to wait for the light to adjust. Her voice refused to come to her, so she left her body to tell her intent; arms stayed at her sides, slightly away so as not to be touching the weapon at her belt, and she leaned neither forward or back, not giving ground nor taking it. It would be caution that would spare her, or so she thought it would...
Sounds, far from here, sirens. But were they going, or coming... her head hurt from something, but her eyes remained open. She only uttered a few words, but hope was that they would bring about something, even as she looked away a bit, very much confused and somewhat more than a bit scared, "You... are... who?..."
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Post by Crow on Sept 18, 2008 12:57:35 GMT -5
*Not much, but it's something to get going again.
"I'm 110. Are you feeling alright now?" He still had one of his guns ready. Just in case something was going to go wrong like always. Was she going to keep up on her idea to attack? 110 even looked outwardly confused. He was trained for dealing with people in the most final way possible. Not understanding them.
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Post by Da Pwny on Sept 18, 2008 19:49:32 GMT -5
*much rejoicing* (nice avy btw XD)
She began to respond, but soon clutched her head again, the pounding continuing, but not nearly as bad as before. "Head... hurts... Where am I? What..."
It was then that she looked at her hands, then her arms... things were coming to her, but what did they mean? This... this wasn't how things were before. Surgical scars ran down each of her arms, hidden about midway up by the jet black suit she wore. What had happened to her? And more specifically... what was she supposed to do about it? None of it was making sense, and her memories- as well as her reflexes, vision, and just about everything else- was foggy at best, forgotten or less at its worst. A glimmer of light caught her eye, causing her to squint and shake her head, making the headache worse. And before she could react, she was off-balance and falling, barely able to catch herself before her head hit the pavement.
"ow..." 89 murmured as she pushed back onto her leg, looking at her scraped hands, which bled a little from tiny cuts in the palm. She tried to stand up again, but the spinning forced her to the ground, back onto her haunches. This wasn't making any sense; had those little cuts really done that much, or was it all in her head. "I... no... I'm not... alright... Have to get... home..."
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Post by Crow on Sept 18, 2008 22:48:40 GMT -5
"If you don't mind taking a short ride with me, I'll get you home as soon as I'm-" He halted mid sentence as a man wearing a Red corp. uniform walked around a corner along with several of his buddies, each leveling their rifles at the two. The apparent leader spoke up as 110 fixed him with a glare, "We only came here for 89. Hand her over and we might let you live!" "Do you have any idea who you're talking to?" "A dead man if you don't get out of our way!" "Obviously you don't. I'm experiment 110. I'm your executioner today." Their faces paled as they remembered the notice about the rogue experiment, and they remembered that they had no high caliber rounds.
One of the men raised his rifle before his head disappeared in a flash. Looking at 110, none of them had even seen him move his arm before the gun was in position. 110 stepped in front of 89 and opened fire, taking down four of the remaining nine in a split second. His body began to twitch and jerk as they opened fire, and every one of the soldiers wanted to scream when he started laughing.
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Post by Da Pwny on Sept 19, 2008 1:16:28 GMT -5
89 wasn't quite sure what was going on, but there was a lot of bright lights, people dying, and noise. Oh god, the noise... just thinking about that made an old wound in her chest, one of which she hadn't taken note of before, throb with pain, as well as her ears. Feeling for the goggles, she pulled them back over her eyes, feeling useless and frightened as the gun battle continued. She felt her protector, the one whom called himself "Experiment 110", jerking as bullets rained into his body... but he was laughing?! That definitely wasn't right.
Not knowing what to do, she hung behind 110, staying out of the battle for the moment, all the while knowing that there was probably something she should be doing at the moment...
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Post by knightc3 on Sept 24, 2008 11:25:39 GMT -5
"Oh you bloody annoying sh**s!", Kane exclaimed to himself and into the comm as well. The laser shifted away from 89's head and with a short, steady burst the remaining members of the group were down in a pile of blood, head ripped open with bullet holes. Withing few seconds the laser sight dissapeared and so did the man from his position. He jumped down from the roof, sliding down the opposite wall to the ground below. He climbed over a foot wide pipe and walked over a 40 feet drop, one of his desert eagle still in his hand. He jumped down on the ground on the other side and walked calmly towards 110.
He nodded his head at the cowering girl and asked, "So what's with her?"
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Post by Da Pwny on Nov 8, 2008 23:57:53 GMT -5
*oh for heaven's sake >.<*
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Post by Crow on Nov 9, 2008 0:52:15 GMT -5
*Christ...I'm continuing already.....*
"I'm guessing that their mind control snapped." He said to Kane, ripping off the tattered remains of his shirt and looking over the bullet holes in his new trenchcoat. "d**n....That's something they forget to add to the simulations...." He tossed it over into a dumpster and turned his head to the other experiment. "Are you alright?"
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Post by Da Pwny on Nov 9, 2008 1:36:02 GMT -5
"Yeah" she moaned, still clutching her head, which hurt pretty bad on the right side. "About as fine as a person can be waking up like... this..." 89 looked at her hands again, trying to figure in about just how the hell she ended up in her current state. Yeah, it was not one of her better days.
"Can I... like... you know, go home now?" she muttered, unsure if she even had one now, but figuring it wouldn't hurt to ask. Memories were coming back to her, but what they were or where they came from she couldn't discern. The woman shifted in the black skin-tight suit, which squeaked in response. At least it was comfortable, not to mention a bit warm, unlike the last thing she could remember being on...
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Post by knightc3 on Nov 9, 2008 3:22:30 GMT -5
Kane looked at the moaning girl and listened to what she had to say. She was acting like she didn't know what she was. Maybe it would be best to remind her. 110 seemed to have some kind of a attachment to one of his own kind, even though much inferior in its destructive abilities so there was no way he would leave her with him alone.
He raised an eyebrow at the woman's question then looked at 110 to see if he would respond. He turned back to 89 and spoke, "I think you should come with me to the ATV and see the file I have on you. It might give you the answers to some of the questions that haven't occurred to you yet.
He hesitated for a while then slipped the desert eagle back in its place so as to project a image that he didn't mean to shoot either of them anymore.
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Post by Crow on Nov 9, 2008 15:23:48 GMT -5
At the mention of her going home, 110 seemed like he was remembering something. Something sad by the look of his face. He seemed to snap back into reality when Kane spoke. As soon as they both walked off he followed a few feet behind looking around, likely for any missed Red Corp. members.
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Post by Da Pwny on Nov 9, 2008 20:20:05 GMT -5
89 quickly fell in line, still nursing her head for a while longer. It didn't help that she was fairly disoriented at the moment... though not enough to keep her from boot-heeling one guy in the head for no particular reason. She had enough sense to know that they'd just tried to kill her and the others, though the display she saw was... something, to be sure. Still unsure of what exactly what to do, let alone why she was this way or why her head hurt so badly, the lady followed silently, trying to mentally grab hold of a few memory fragments as she walked before they faded away again.
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