forum Dystopian RP?

Started February 25, 2018 by @Oakie Dokie

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"Chemically imbalanced? What elements are we talking here? What compound did I react to?" Rowan massaged her temples and bit down on her lip, her expression becoming serious.

"So far it's good and bad. Your cells no longer inhibit reproduction because they are no longer cyclin-dependant. But," He said, pausing for a moment, pinching her arm, pulling slightly at her skin. "the protein that helped regulate this is gone, so when you feel pain, or are hurt, your cells maintain a thickness that continues to protect you. That's the good part. The bad part is that the amount of pain you feel without this protein is exponentially worse, and the healing process that comes with it." he rattled, scribbling and finally finishing his thoughts.

Rowan hissed in pain, tugging her arm back and cradling it. "Could've gone with the demonstration." She muttered, but there was no real venom in her words. "So now what? I just act like a soccer player every time I get hurt or can you fix this?"

Before Petree could run after Rowan and Armand, someone yanked her out of the window she jumped in from.
"Hey!" she protested as she hit the grass, looking at the person who had pushed her.
It was a boy.
An incredibly cute boy.
AHHHHHHH!! Petree screamed in her head, this is NOT the time for you to FALL IN LOVE. NO WAY.
"Sorry!" the boy apologized, "Next time, choose a less fortified entrance, seriously!"
"That window is 'fortified'?"
"Yeah…" The boy replied, saying 'yeah' slowly with a face that said "well of course it is, you dumb*ss".
"Are you a rebel?"
"I'm a rebel. Name's Ainnik."

SIX HOURS LATER

"I really like you, Petree." Ainnik smiled a little.
"Me too," Petree replied, totally unaware of what she just said.
"I found a really nice place to sneak in…" Ainnik said, pointing at the little door at the side.
Petree followed Ainnik, who was dragging her by the hand over to the door.
"We're here."
"But… isn't this the main lobby?"
Ainnik didn't answer.
"Nyir-" he said to the lady, "I've found someone suitable for the gladiator duel."

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(Oh heck) Nyir stared at her, grim faced. "The thief?" She remarked. Could Kodiak beat her? Would he want to? "Thank you, soldier. Let me speak to the rebel alone, please."

Armand sighed, as far as he knew the protein he used was the only one good enough to stabilize the solution. He sat in his chair and stared at her, as if the girl could give him an answer. "It'd be a series of tests. Tests that would be tortuously painful for you." he looked away from her, "Regrettably, though, I don't have time to wait."

Yuki sat atop the roof of the building. It was windy and her short blue and green hair blew in her face. She hoped Rowan would be alright. For the first time in years, she actually had a friend.

"Tortuously painful, huh?" Rowan let out a nervous laugh. "Right now?" Rowan forced a smile. "W-What're you gonna do to me?" She stammered.

He didn't look at her. "Add and subtract new proteins until you don't feel the pain anymore." he stood. "Go sit." He didn't want to have to make her. Armand moved to his shelf of liquids, selecting a few different ones with the properties that may or may not contain the chemical to reduce her symptoms. "And yes, now."

Petree stared at Nyir and then whipped her head around to face Ainnik.
"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING???"

Rowan stared at Armand for a moment. A single pause to convey the doubt she felt. Without another word she sat in the chair. Fear coursed through her veins, but she refused to speak another word. I am not a coward. she repeated the phrase quietly in her mind. With a deep breath she watched Armand as he came over to her.

Petree continued to stare at Nyir.
"Fine. Let's TALK." she spat.

He had to use the restraints. There was no way she was staying in the chair without them. She was going to hate him. His stomach turned. As he approached her he placed the vials in order on the table, and moved to pull the straps on the arms and bottom of the chair around her, tightening them until they were flush with her skin. The final belt was fastened around her head after her chest, and he couldn't bare to look at her face. He took a moment turned away to breathe, and ready himself.

Rowan froze. Armand strapped on skin tight restraints. Oh god, oh god, oh god. Rowan's breathing become more shallow out of fear. She attempted to move her hand, but couldn't under the tight strap on her wrist. She was growing frantic, eying the vials suspiciously. She sent a panicked look at Armand, but he refused to meet her eyes. "Armand?" She called out for him shakily. "W-what're you doing?!" Her voice rose due to the heavy anxiety sinking deep into her stomach. I have to trust him.

"I already told you." he shuddered inwardly as he reached for the first vial. This one would be the easiest. He was sure to have his targeted protein killers on hand until he found the right one. "Your first injection will go smoothly. Then we test your skin's resistance," He pulled the liquid with the needle then found her vein, inserting the first protein. He waited a couple moments, biding his time by contemplating on a scalpel. The longer the tests ran, the more lethal the instrument he'd need to use until the correct protein came in to play.

Yuki sensed her that Rowan was in trouble. In a flash, she crawled back through the window and raced through the building. She knew where to look for Rowan. Yuki ran to Armand’s office. She burst through the door to see Rowan in restraints, facing Armand, who had tons of different liquids on the shelves next to him. “What is going on here!?”, she yelled.

Rowan winced as the needle broke the skin, but tried not to show any pain. She watched Armand, unsure of what he was waiting for. He was staring at scalpels of all different sizes. Rowan tried to slow her breathing, taking slow gasps of air, her eyes still glued to the knives in front of her.