Thread: DELETE

RE Roleplay with my bf and I - for Duke 1956 Tom 3 The mood in the holding cell had been jovial as Zach approached the beast with the needle, the others watching eagerly, waiting to see if he would be her next victim or if he had the luck to avoid it. The anticipation was palpable as the needle sunk into her flesh, with mumbled jokes and elbows in ribs, but as she cried out, the pain of the needle penetrating bone getting the better of her voracious behaviour, all smiles faded and the nudges gave way to uncomfortable shuffles. All bar the man observing, whose smile widened as his eyes narrowed on the young scientist, a window of opportunity presenting itself. She didn't even try to attack him. The moment he felt he had collected a sufficient sample, Zach swiftly removed the needle, once more handing it to an unseen assistant as his eyes watched the entry wound, searching for any sign of the beasts lethal blood, but instead getting a glimpse of just how quickly the wound closed. He furrowed his brow as his attention turned to the titanium mittens cast around the creatures paws. How many times has she broken her claws? he wondered silently, well aware of what the sickening crack was, a scientific mind overruling a nauseated stomach. We have enough samples for today, Dr. Fairchild's voice crackled in over the intercom, quickly responding to the atmosphere in the cell. Priority is to get that bone marrow analysed. Good work, Dr. Mitchell. On any other day those word would have filled Zach's chest with pride, but today, staring at an impossible creature contained by horrifying devices, he was beginning to question who the monster really was. He spoke up just as the others were filing out. I'd like to stay and study her behaviour. Very well, Fairchild answered. I hoped you might, he added with his finger on mute. You know the dangers, Dr. Mitchells. The consequences are your own. In truth he wanted nothing more than to stay behind and watch the pair, but unfortunately even he had to eat. Zach stepped away from the creature, picking up a clipboard and scribbling notes until the holding cell doors finally closed, marking the departure of his colleagues. Placing the clipboard back on the table, he slowly moved around to stand directly in front of her, studying her very carefully with eyes of sorrow. What are you? he breathed. Unlike the others who had asked this, he had directed it to her, rather than voicing the problem they were trying to solve. And what are we? Sarence was in enough pain to validate her actions, if she did decide to kill this man, but it seemed as the others filed out and seemed to be done with her for the day that she calmed down a bit. The man without armor stayed back and as soon as the others left, he seemed to look straight at her. Her eyes met his and she could feel what she could only chalk up as being regret. She couldn't move a whole lot, but she wished they would let her free. After such a long day of constant torture she was tired, sickly, and feeling weak. Her eyes stayed on his, blinking a bit as she tried to loosen the binds on her. She gave up and made a soft noise closing her eyes and leaning on the bindings. The one around her neck was pressing into her stopping her breathing,but she hoped it might stay that way, at least if she was dead they wouldn't be able to study how she bred, or breed her. That is what she imagined they would want from her next, or maybe they would let her go, study how she fought. She didn't know what was coming, but she wanted nothing to do with it. Her body weight crushed her neck and the monitors she was attached to showed that she was attempting to stop her breathing.