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Post by Ze on Sept 10, 2006 19:47:35 GMT -5
~All my life everything I've done has been like a game to me. Nothing was ever serious, everything I did was always relaxed, never any worries, never any rush or obligations. But then it all changed... The stakes had changed. It used to be that failure to do something and I received a slap on the wrist or a stern talking to. But now, if I don't do this, whatever this is, I'm dead... and I'm too young to die.~ SUBJECT: Kristian B. Monroe AGE: 17 ETHNICITY: caucasian HEIGHT: 5'9" WEIGHT: 145 lbs. ZONE: 4126 WATCHER: Dr. Charles Proctor EXECUTIONER: TIME STARTED: 13:00 "Wake him up," a man said, his command immediately carried out as his helper pressed a glowing green button. The man watched a screen flicker to life and show him his test subject. The boy slowly woke once the bracelet around his wrist starting blinking a green light instead of red. He moaned groggily as he sat up to see new terrain, terrified not to be in his room any more. "what the hell..." he got to his feet and took some hesitant steps hoping to see something that would tell him where he was. But he didn't see anything... only a small pond. He knealt down by the water and looked in it for a bit, noticing that he was kind of dirty. He slowly washed his face, exposing more of his smooth skin, leaning over to peer into the water, only seeing his reflection. Scared blue eyes, tossled brown hair, and a deep frown.
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Post by Kait on Sept 10, 2006 20:35:12 GMT -5
*Azrael slowly walked down the hall, his hands in his pockets and his blood red hair hanging over one eye. He finally reached the door he had been looking for, reluctantly opening it and stepping into the darkened room where images flashed on screens and buttons glowed with an eerie light that shone on the face of anyone sitting in front of them. He frowned slightly as he looked at the man in charge of the room's operations, a man with short red hair sleeked back, sharp green eyes, and thin, square glasses...* "You wanted me...?"
*Dr. Charles Proctor turned to look at Azrael, a slight smirk on his lips.* "Ah... yes. It's about time. We have a new subject for you..."
*Azrael hesitated a moment before stepping forward to look at the screen, nodding slightly. Charles handed him a sheet of information which he looked over very quickly before handing back.* "Very well..." *He turned away and was almost to the door before Charles called him back. He stopped, turning his head to look at him over his shoulder.*
"Smile, brother... You're working for the greater good..."
*Azrael didn't answer, simply turning and leaving the room.*
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Post by Ze on Sept 10, 2006 20:44:05 GMT -5
Kristian finally stood up after a bit and looked around, "hello?!... anyone there..." he looked around nervously before beginning to walk, gripping his arms tightly as he walked, all the while wondering about where he was, and how the hell he got there.
"I wanna go home..." he mumbled to himself, looking around at his scenery.
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Post by Kait on Sept 10, 2006 20:57:31 GMT -5
*Azrael sighed softly as he reluctantly walked down the long staircase to the underground railway set up under the facility. He took off his watch, handing it to the man running the small train and waiting... The engineer quickly uploaded the data from his watch which was continually programmed with the coordinates of his assigned subject... Once Azrael had his watch back on, he stepped into the train which was immediately rushing through the tunnels toward his subject.*
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Post by Ze on Sept 10, 2006 21:00:28 GMT -5
Kristian felt like he had been walking forever, and nothing had changed, still surrounded by foliage.
He finally decided to stop walking and sat down, his back resting against a tree.
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Post by Kait on Sept 10, 2006 21:09:33 GMT -5
*Azrael stared blankly at the wall of the train as it sped down the tunnels, frowning as he lost himself in his thoughts. When the train finally came to a stop, he quickly got out onto the platform, taking a deep breath before climbing up the tall ladder and opening the small hatch on the ceiling... He winced slightly at the bright light as he emerged from the dark tunnel, climbing out into the "wilderness" and quickly closing and covering the hatch again so it blended in perfectly with the ground. He then got busy walking, knowing that his subject was somewhere close by.*
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Post by Ze on Sept 10, 2006 21:12:34 GMT -5
Kristian sat huddled under the tree, trying to figure out why he wasn't at home, but nothing came to mind.
He didn't know why someone would take him from his home and throw him into the middle of nowhere, he didn't even know how they did it without him knowing.
Then he finally saw the blinking green light on his wrist, too caught up before to notice it.
He looked at the black bracelet and the light on it, before desperately trying to take it off.
It wasn't his, someone had put it on him and all he knew was that he didn't want it, but it wouldn't come off.
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Post by Kait on Sept 10, 2006 21:15:52 GMT -5
*Azrael finally spotted his subject under a tree, hurrying over to him and managing to look quite surprised.* "Hey! Hey you!"
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Post by Ze on Sept 10, 2006 21:17:46 GMT -5
Kristian was still tugging at the bracelet when he heard someone call out.
He jumped to his feet when he saw the one who called out.
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Post by Kait on Sept 10, 2006 21:21:49 GMT -5
*Azrael stopped a few feet away, eyeing the subject suspiciously...* "Hold up your arm and let me see your bracelet."
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Post by Ze on Sept 10, 2006 21:23:59 GMT -5
He looked at the man curiously before holding up his shaking wrist to show the man the bracelet.
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Post by Kait on Sept 10, 2006 21:26:00 GMT -5
*Azrael breathed a sigh of relief, nodding.* "Good... You're not one of them..."
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Post by Ze on Sept 10, 2006 21:27:53 GMT -5
"not... not one of what?" he continued to look confused.
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Post by Kait on Sept 10, 2006 21:39:20 GMT -5
"You're not a watcher... or an executioner..." *Azrael gave a bit of a pretend shudder.*
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Post by Ze on Sept 10, 2006 21:42:48 GMT -5
"A what?!" he visibly jumped back, his eyes wide.
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