Unholy Things

[Noski]

What have you been told about scientific experiments?
That they are being made to enchance healthcare? To
furthur human knowledge? Create better weapons? To
learn more about our world? What if everything you were
told about goventment experiments wasn't completely
true? That they kept things hidden from us...

They called it weapons development. Experimentations to
create DNA based weapons. What some thought of as a
new technology, was wanted by all governments able to
pay. So they donated money to the cause. But what they
didn't know was that these DNA based "weapons", were
not truly weapons. They were humans.

The scientists took them from their parents when they were
very young. They say that they were given to them by their
parents parents... but that wouldn't happen, would it? Very
few of the others remember their parents, and the ones who
do, don't remember much. No one has ever escaped from the
experimentation facility, and the ones that do get out, don't
return. Maybe this is good... maybe it's not. Did they get out?
Did they get caught? Will they come back and bring help? Any
of the experiments that are still alive have been mutated in
some way shape or form...

...All of them want to escape...

[Noski]

The Word of God

~Each experiment may only have one mutation~
~Try not to have doubles in you mutation (having more than one of a mutation)~
~My word is law~
~Don't exclude players~
~No Godmoding~
~Violence and Romance are encouraged~
~No killing players unless given permission~
~Post all character profiles in the Character Thread for this RP~
~PM me for permission to join this RP~


Skeletons of the Damned
Experiments

I am called: (name)
The person who controls me is: (username)
To the scientists I was known as #: (series of five numbers that you are known as by the scientists
I have lived for approximately: (agen under 20)
I am a: (sex)
I was experimented with a: (mutation)
I can: (abilities)
I live in cell #: (any three letter number)
In my life I have: (slight background)

Skeletons of the Creators
Scientists

I am: (name)
My controller is: (username)
I have lived for: (age)
I am a: (sex)
For a living I: (job/position in the institute)
In my life I have: (biography)

[Noski]

Reserved

[Noski]

A scream echoed throughout the nearly empty hallways of the semi-dark facility. The unholy sound was blood curdling. The sickening sound was enough to make the strongest people's toes curl. Could make almost anyone gag. Almost anyone. Except for the "people" in the facility, who were so used to the sound, that it did not bother them.

Shahara was one of these people. Though like the others, she wasn't exactly human. She was an experiment. Her call number was #39731. She was located in cell #014. The cells were small. Each was an eight by eight box with nothing more inside it than a bed and a "personal" toilet. It was like a jail cell. Though the inhabitants have long since lost any sense of privacy. It would be foolish not to. Nothing was sacred. Nothing was free. They all had a price to pay.

Shahara opened her eyes slowly as the scream woke her from sleep. They no longer bothered her. She had been hearing them for approximately eleven years now. Slowling uncurling her body from the fetal position, she sat up in bed and closed her eyes. There was no use looking around. Nothing changes. Nothing ever would.

A deep, dull pain coursed through her body in time with the blood pumping through her veins. No. Nothing changed. She rubbed her arm where a large bruise marred her pale skin. Only a few things changed. Every week, and once a month, they injected her with special serums that made her the way she was. But one of these days. She was going to make it stop...

[Noski]

Dash Sinclair stood outside the lab when the scream echoed throughout the hallways. They happened rarely but still often enough for them to be used to the sound. But this one was different. It held more pain and helplessness than usual. Which could only mean one thing. Throwing open the lab door he was quick to draw his weapon as he walked in on the scene in front of him. The mutation before him was hideous. And it was attacking the professor.

Without a second thought, he shot at the poor boy that was the host to whatever mutation was given him. He screamed. But he wasn't dead, just wounded. He fell back and slithered into a corner where he curled up and nursed his leg wound. The boy had to have been mixed with a snake. His skin was scaley and greenish. Dash shuddered as he went to help the woman up. Two deep penetrations marked her arm. There was no telling what would happen. Other professors came in as he lifted her up when her body began to sank to the floor. "What happened here?" the man in front asked. He was one of the head scientists.

"Don't know," Dash answered as he placed the woman on the table. "Walked in after she screamed, the boy was attacking her and she has what i would guess may be bite marks," he said calmly as he headed to the corner where the boy curled tighter together when he saw him approach. "What you do with her I can't help. But I have to take the boy back and take the bullet out of his...leg.." he said, looking at the strange scaly appendage.

"Very well," the man ssaid before giving out more orders for the woman and having someone hand him a med kit. Taking it he gathered the boy and held tight to him despite his thrashing. He barely made it out the door before he'd had enough and injected a special serum into the boys neck to knock him out. He brought him to his cell and laid him down on the cot. Pulling out a pair of elongated tweezers, he pulled out the bullet and wrapped the leg. Leaving the cell he locked it behind him just as his watch beeped loudly. It was time for his break. Looking around he noticed a few of the experiments were watching him.

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