forum Dystopian RP?

Started February 25, 2018 by @Oakie Dokie

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(I'll be on and off today too)
Rowan woke up as soon as Armand yelped. "Armand? A-Are you okay?" She croaked, still groggy from both sleep and the medication coursing through her bloodstream.

He sat up a bit, startled. "I.. who.." His eyes were red, he shook his head. "Yes, thank you. It was.. Just a dream." A dream of a memory. "May I ask your name miss? Oh!" He noticed she pulled the IV from her arm. "Your morphine! Is your leg giving you trouble?" He stood slowly, approaching her tiredly.

"Gladly, sweetheart," Kodiak spat. She'd just taken this to a whole different level, one she would regret. "You know, you say you want to trust me, but has it ever occurred to you that the reason I physically can't stand seeing your sorry ass watching me from the next room over is that you actually believe I considered us a game. The only child's play that's going on anywhere is you thinking you will ever control me again." He was looming menacingly over her now, growling softly. "So yes, I'll gladly get put through the truth serum. Just keep in mind that I've told you the truth this whole time, and you're the one who truly needs it."

(Sorry you guys are going though a breakup. Good luck)
Yuki climbed up to one of the windows on the building. She opened the window and slipped inside. From her understanding, Rowan was two floors below her. She wasn’t sure where Kodiak was. She hoped he was with Rowan. Once she rescued them both, she would take Rowan to a doctor for the rebels.

(Dude sorry about ur breakup!!) Nyir didn't back down, but her eyes softened almost imperceptibly. She reached out, as though she was going to touch him, but thought better of it. She lowered her eyes, her jaw clenching. "This isn't about us. You know that when I met you, I was hurting, I wasn't thinking clearly. When my husband died…" She waved her hand impatiently. "Never mind that. Just…do the truth serum, Kodiak. That's it." The back of her eyes stung. She hadn't cried in years, and she wasn't about to start now. She bit her tongue to keep them at bay.

"Yes, ma'am." And with that, Kodiak shoved past her and stormed off down the hall. Too bad for her, sometimes the truth is too much to handle…

Nyir composed herself with a shake of her head. She turned the opposite way, feeling vaguely bare. She decided to go check on Armand and Rowan, to see if Armand had made any progress with the rebel.

Armand suggested she allow him to reconnect the morphine, "It's going to be fairly painful, there's no tissue there. It's waiting for a graft to be finished to replace that part of your leg." He looked to his notes, standing in the darkness, checking as to when the graft would be finished. He hoped soon.

(Ok I'm back!)
"Whatever you say, doc." Rowan gave Armand a lazy smile, leaning back in the seat. The numbness was starting to fade and with it came pain along with the feeling her head was starting to clear. She made an attempt to sit up a little straighter and started to analyze her surroundings. Rowan's relaxed posture started to tense a bit. Something's wrong here… She thought quietly to herself.

"Excuse me," he said after reconnecting her, putting the painkiller in at a lower dosage. He rather enjoyed the company of this patient, for she hadn't yet tried to hurt him. He smiled a polite doctor smile, though he knew none of his smiles looked nice. "Did you ear? I was asking your name. If you remember, I'm Dr. Armand Watt."

Rowan could feel the medicine back in her system, immediately dulling her nerves. She sank back in the chair relaxedly. "My name's Rowan." She smiled back, holding out her hand for him to shake.

(As fun as this is sleep is more important lol. Don't worry about it!)

He took it. She seemed.. awfully relaxed. He hadn't imagined her to be comfortable in just the company of him in a dimly lit room. "Rowan. Wonderful! We were.. Talking earlier. About perhaps, improving certain aspects of yourself," he shook her lazy hand, "I'd like to discuss that, if we could." He didn't want to push the envelope too far, but he also felt like he was on a constant time constraint.

"We were?" Rowan furrowed her eyebrows. The last few hours had all been a blur. Even now she still felt dazed, in fact, the whole situation seemed surreal. "What do you mean by improvements?" Rowan inquired. The bad feeling she had before started to come back. Petree said not to trust this guy, right? Or was that just a dream?

"Yes, uhm, okay.." He was trying to think of a reliable way to put what he wanted. "I'd like to offer you some assistance to understanding the Smoke Society. Help you to understand some of the many reasons I follow President Harrison." He cleared his throat, the dream floating up for a moment, though he quickly washed it away. "I offer you stay. At first, confined, but don't worry. It's a cozy place, and I will be accommodating. Some others prefer violence and belittling others to teaching and the good of change." He looked at her seriously. "I believe we can all be a part of this, and we can make the society where we are all elites. I will help train you. Fairly. And you allow me to learn from the improvements we make for you." This was his truest hope for humanity.

"I don't like President Harris." Rowan mumbled, uncertainty in her voice. What Armand had just offered sounded nice… and safe. Rowan hadn't felt safe in a long time. "What about Yuki? You're not gonna hurt her right? Or Petree?"

"HEY! WHAT AM I DOING HERE?" I screamed impulsively. Drat. I should have just kept my mouth shut, so I could listen to Armand talk about his secret plans. Armand raised an eyebrow and then the spy for Harris- Nyir?- came in with Kodiak.
"Traitor! I screamed at Kodiak. Nyir gave Kodiak an inquiring look, and he threw me a death glare before turning to face Nyir.

He laughed, "As you can see I let Petree keep her weapon," he moved the patient to a decent living room sized cell, "Though I don't know who Yuki is, though if she's the one who escaped, then I've got nothing to do with her." He set her in the room with a large spot in the white wall with a seamless screen built into it, very solid looking, on the scene of a crackling fireplace. There was a small soft-looking bed inside as well. A buzz, and he was notified of his finished grafts. "I must go to the labs to receive the replacement for your calf and foot," he said, nodding to her. "I hope to be back sooner rather than later, rest up." He moved out of the door after waiting for any reply she may have, locking the door securely behind him, before quickly pacing out of his office, locking it as well.
(g'night)