@Ca1iCa1--Is--Tired
(I got the . . . hint . Tenor went through "Correction therapy" for a while. Bad home life. He doesn't like lots of people?? Children shouldn't be in brothels.)
(I got the . . . hint . Tenor went through "Correction therapy" for a while. Bad home life. He doesn't like lots of people?? Children shouldn't be in brothels.)
(lol gonna wait for Desvelarse before I strap Kaz and Vaughn in. but I could to the sciencey stuff for you guys if you want)
(Sure! My poor boy)
( I ment a kink..if that's not what you're referencing, I honestly cannot get any information/references/anything, at all bc I'm so fluffing tired, just an example of my level of tired:I talk to a banana(there was no banana….. lmao, srsly tho, I'm fluffing dead rn)
The two had been put in the same lab block, thick glass walls all around except for the cement that divided each patient. There was a scientist or two in each room, and in the two roommate's rooms the scientists were preparing something sickly green inside a large syringe. In the halls it looked like the same substance was being transported by people wearing hazmat suits in large tubs, back and forth in the hallway
Tenor looks. Watches. Voices deadly silent. Eyes blue, searching. Questioning. Waiting.
A scientist comes up to each of them, large syringe in hand. "This may hurt," is the only warning they're given before the needles are jammed into the side of their necks, the sickly green liquid feeding into their systems slowly. "You have just been injected with a parasitic mutagen. If you're lucky, it will integrate into your system and begin the mutation process once we begin the radiation treatments. If you're unlucky, it will mutate you and then kill you," they are required to explain
(i'm eating a bowl of cupcake batter there wasn't enough to make 4 batches so I'm finishing off the difference, life is good, for now, then school tomorrow..it's ok, i'll have cupcakes lol)
Jules barely had a chance to exclaim, "What?!" As the needle buried itself into the already tender scar tissue on the back of her neck, striking a nerve at just the right angle, causing her to pass out . The drug began it's wait for it's chance to course through her system, mutating, changing and deciding whether or not to be lethal.
(Do you think we could, after everyone's done their injection bit, we skip ahead to when we all wake up/whatever, if not then np, just a suggestion.)
(yeah, when Jules and Tenor pass out it would make more sense if they wake up in their shared rooms, that way they can interact while we wait for everyone else to get online and get the drug)
(Was gonna suggest that but didn't wanna sound, idk(insert negative word here, lmao, no energy)
//oh am I supposed to be doing something? 😬oops .-.
Venezia but her tongueas the needle poked into her neck. She felt like she could feel the liquid working it’s way through her body, but she refused to give the scientists satisfaction of sound.
Aliana was attached to this weird bed thing. She looked around the room. She tried to pull at the restraints, but they wouldn't move. Her breathing quickened. This didn't seem right. What were they going to do to her? Were they like the weird men that sedated her constantly? Aliana struggled as she had a full out panic attack.
The scientists injected Venezia and Aliana, giving them the same talk that they had to give every first time patient. They were sent back to their rooms as the injections were finished, and told they would be getting a message when their first rounds of radiation treatment began
Venezia glared at the scientists, one hand curled tightly into a fist. After they left, she kicked the door and fell back on her bed. “I didn’t sign up for this shit,” she muttered, fingers twitching.
( Who should wake up first..maybe Tenor? If you want my girl Jules to wake up first, np, just wondering)
Aliana was curled up upon the bed. Her breathing was fast and she seemed to be muttering under her breath.
“Are you Alright?” Venezia asked after a moment, staring at the ceiling.
Aliana shook her head. She couldn't talk right now. Her voice wouldn't allow it.
The girl glanced over before continuing to stare at the ceiling. “Great, we can be not-alright together. Do you need water?”
Aliana shrugged. She had forgotten about the essentials for so long. Way back when, people constantly reminded her to drink or eat, sometimes even sleep. She was better now, at least she had hoped so. She eventually nodded.
Millions of images blazed through Jules' head. She wasn't unconscious anymore and her dreams were vivid. Flames, clearly, but not. Smoke. Hazy, suffocating, screams. Him. His eyes, bright green, long lashes, sparks outline them, glowing. A smell, burning flesh they told her later. She was screaming, but still asleep. Thrashing around, she kicked off the covers she didn't even know were there. She continued screaming and thrashing. Less screaming, more thrashing, less thrashing, more screaming. Silence, then it began again, just like it did, every night
( Is anyone still online, lol, or is it universal dinner time)
(lol I'm here but I can't do anything till Desvelarse comes back)
(Shame…No clue where @Ca1iCa1 is. so no Tenor-Jules first talk as roommates until they get back so I guess I have to wait even longer!! Kidding-ish lol, not mad/whatever at you( @Ca1iCa1) for not posting, just bored ig)
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