forum Dystopian RP?

Started February 25, 2018 by @Oakie Dokie

tune

Yuki hadn’t gotten far when she realized the others weren’t with her. She hid behind a tree. She decided no matter how much the others annoyed her, she was going to set them free at all costs. She didn’t want other rebels to go through what she had when she was still classified as a “freak”. That was before she won the battle in the arena that kept her from being killed at the spot.

Rowan let out a strained whimper, her mouth full of dirt and tears streaming down her face from her injuries. Her leg was twisted at an awkward angle still and blood was continually pouring out of her bullet wound. She looked up at Kodiak for support, letting out a weak cough at his feet.

Armand kept his distance from the scuffle, standing away from it and observing. He watched with keen interest as one of the feistier rebels darted through the trees, and had watched every quick movement as she left. When she was out of his sight, he approached the girl with the gunshot wound. "Oh dear," he said, glancing at his friend Nyir, "I'll have to patch her up, won't I?" He smiled, not unkindly but not the latter either, crouching down, inspecting the wound. "Allow me. If you wouldn't mind terribly, your arm." Armand didn't wait, gripping Rowan's wrist and pulling it around his shoulder, ready to help her stand.

Rowan, complied, but shot a terrified look at Kodiak before letting her head head low. At least Yuki made it. She mused to herself. But who knows what this guy is gonna do to me… Rowan clenched her teeth, from agony of standing, even with support, and from the ever present fear of what this Armand guy might do.

"Make sure she's able to speak for her trial." Nyir's eyes were hard. "Otherwise, do as you will."

The scientist smiled. "Of course, dear Nyir! She'll be in tip-top shape." He turned his grin to the wounded girl, looking at him with that hurt little face. It served her right. He smiled, their faces close enough now that were she to look at his eyes she'd be able to see the tiny pieces moving and sliding as he focused on her. "Let's get you to urgent care, m'dear.." he grunted, shifting her wait and pulling her along, "Assist if ye can."

Rowan decided everything about this guy just seemed… off. But now she didn't have much of a choice but to hop on her good leg beside him. Kodiak and her chances of freedom were getting farther and farther away. The blood loss was making Rowan dizzy and nauseous. She learned heavily on Armand even though she didn't want to. "What…" Rowan's speech was starting to slow and slur. "What're you tryn' ta do to me?"

"I'm a doctor, I make things better." the smile still plastered on his burnt face, though much of it was obscured by his hair. He tried to hurry with her, as he wasn't fond of patients dying before they even got to the OR. When returning to the center he headed in the direction of his office, not far from where any unescaped prisoners would be held in their cells. Though, he wasn't sure she'd be staying with them for a bit.

Rowan nodded slightly, too tired to protest. Her eyes shut and her shoulders sagged. She could feel her body start to go limp. There was bliss in the oncoming darkness, she could sense it.

(since I figure it'll be 1x1 for a bit with Rowan and Armand, I'll continue, this is fun so far!)
Armand quickened his pace, wincing from a small pain in his leg. He had many flaws on his own body, and they slowed him down more every year. He rushed into the office, leaving a concerning pool of blood on the clean tile floor, before grunting and shimmying her into a patient's chair catching his breath a moment before administering morphine through a quick and skilled vein tap, moving to her leg before she bled any more with a pair of pliers and a scalpel. He didn't have the time to worry about her waking, he had to get the bullet out if he wanted this to last.

(@SincereBeastie this is really fun!)

Rowan let herself drift off, although she felt restless at first. She wasn't sure whether it was seconds or hours later when a rush of euphoria entered her veins, calming her troubled mind. She was out cold instantly, lost in a deep sleep.

Armand watched the woman's breathing carefully as he dug his way into her muscle tissue eventually finding himself at bone. This just wouldn't do. He wasn't sure if she'd even be able to keep her foot. "I've made better though.." He whispered confidently to himself, feeling sweat come to his face as he concentrated. The most he could do now was get the bullet out to stop infection, and probably take a good chunk from her leg doing so, cauterizing the area with something similar looking to a torch. He left her to sit, increasing the morphine dose slightly, and sitting in his office chair next to the reclined patient's chair, looking through his desktop on files for part engineering. When he'd found a couple options that looked optimal to him, he relaxed back in his chair in the dim room, waiting.

Rowan could start to feel pain, ripping her from her dreamless slumber. She tried to move and whimper for help, but everything felt numb except for her leg, which ached. It started to subside a bit, but the feeling was still there. Something was wrong, very wrong. Through the thick fog in her head she couldn't quite figure it out, but it had something to do with her leg. Rowan started trying to come to and open her eyes, struggling weakly against the tempting darkness that threatened to drown her again.

Armand nearly dozed. He heard her stir a small bit as her hair brushed against the chair. He jumped for a moment, quickly moving to her side, grabbing a small flash light and pulling up her eyelids, checking for consciousness. "C'mon gal, wake up. Back to Earth, now." he patted her cheeks, hoping to register some feeling. "Don't die after all that mess."

Rowan could feel it. Someone was poking at her face. She struggled to open her eyes, but managed to do so anyways. "K-Kodiak? Yuki?" She called out weakly her vision blurred. Rowan had absolutely no idea where she was. Her head felt like it was stuffed with cotton, moving felt sluggish and draining. She managed to lift her head enough to see the doctor guy in front of her. Although it took a minute to register in her brain, Rowan's eyes went wide with delayed alarm. She gripped onto the chair weakly, looking for everyone else. "What? Where?" Her words felt jumbled together both in her mouth and head as she tried to make sense of everything.

Armand's eyes narrowed. The girl spoke of Kodiak as if he were her friend. He would need to see to it that someone heard about that. He grumbled, patting her face a few more times before ensuring that she was indeed stable. "You were shot. And you're lucky." He gestured to the large bandage around her lower calf, seeped through with blood, but stopped. "You could say we'll need to make some improvements." He smiled slightly, glancing back to his notes. "I'm Dr. Watt. But let's make friends here in my office, you may call me Armand if you'd like. Let's talk about those improvements." He said calmly.

"Arrr-mand." Rowan tested the name out slowly on her tongue. Still feeling pretty out of it, she nodded at him placidly, giving him a goofy smile. "My leg kinda hurts." She frowned down at it, biting her lip. Then the rest of the sentence started to sink in. "Improvements?" She tilted her head to the side a little, becoming curious.

He smiled good. "Thank you for your cooperation. It means the world." He sat her up a little in the chair. She'd be able to see better this way. "You're missing a good piece of yourself down here, I'm afraid without the necessary adjustments you'll be unable to move at full capacity. I, however" he turned his yellow eyes to her. "can do much more than a better leg, if you can only imagine, the kind of difference a little science can make." He tapped on his temple, near his most known modifications, his prized eyes.

Petree's eye's grew wide. She'd managed to escape the so-called doctor's "medicine", but she couldn't bare to see what Rowan had become. Was she being kind to this doctor? Petree gave a light snort. As if-
Armand frowned at the spot where Petree was hiding and he had decided to move, to see who was there. Petree's pulse quickened. No. No. No.
"You!" Armand screeched. "You're that girl- that outlaw- the- the one who STOLE from President Harris!"
Petree unsheathed her sword. This was going to really bad.

Rowan stared at him, wide eyed. To be honest, she didn't really comprehend most of what he said, but he seemed really nice, so she could trust him, right? "More than a better leg? She repeated in awe. Although she was confused, this did all sound pretty exciting. Then she registered someone else was here. "Petree!" She waved excitedly.

"Rowan!" Petree screamed. "Get OUT OF HERE! Armand! He's untrustworthy!" After 'he's untrustworthy', she muttered "but isn't everyone?"
Petree put the tip of her sword at Armand's throat, but he looked undaunted.
"Good try." He grabbed her sword and injected some sort of liquid thing into her bloodstream. The last thing Petree saw before she fell unconcious was Rowan's wide, disbelieving eyes.