forum The Labs (Open!)

Started May 15, 2019 by @Mojack group

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Human
Name: Nadia Dean
Age: 39
Gender: Female
S.O: Asexual
Background: Her twin brother died when she was younger. She was sent to an asylum shortly afterward, following multiple psychotic breakdowns. As a result of therapy and trauma, she is mostly incapable of feeling emotion.
Job: Security Guard
Appearance: Pale skin from lack of sun. Brown eyes. Dark hair in a ponytail.
Attire: Black pants and long sleeved shirt. Steel toed boots. Belt, which carries a taser. 1 bullet proof vest.
Personality: Dead.
Extra info: She is incredibly skilled with a knife, and tends to remember warnings from the scientists.

Anomaly
Name: Project-M #2351 (refers to self as Krista)
Gender: Female? (In appearance. No one has been able to figure out for sure)
Cell: 6'x6'x6' room. Constant bright lights, run on backup backup generators.
Personality: Angry. Somewhat crazy. Prone to mood swings.
Abilities: Shadow/Darkness manipulation (Sidenote: Teleportation, forming weapons. Future testing needed.) Massive wings, and demon horns, which are hidden from sight. Wings can be used as weapons. (Sidenote: Feathers seem to be made of steel, but capable of flight)
Weaknesses: Bright lights, confined spaces.
Appearance: Black hair, pixie cut. Silver eyes, in normal form. Tan skin. Large scars at her temples, where her horns would show. | When in "demon" form, eyes are gold, with black sclera. Her horns are similar to a goat, coloured black. They glow white when she uses "magic" (Her words)
Attire: White jumpsuit with #2531 on the back in bright yellow
Extra info: Was not born with abilities. When asked about them, she goes into a rage.

Do NOT under any circumstances, mention the following: Dawn, Green (more to be added)

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Name: Willow/Nickname: Will/Code name: 0363
Gender: Female
Cell: A simple small cell with calm stormy grey walls and floor. A small cot in the back right corner with a small desk with a desk lamp, a pad of paper, a pencil (for a 'therapy' the scientists are working on), a container of pain reliever, a glass of water, and a keyboard. No computer just a keyboard. The sounds of typing calm her down.
Personality: Willow is a skiddish kind of girl. She is overwhelmingly silent and rarely ever talks. A phrase often used to describe her is 'once in a blue moon', because she almost never talks. Her silence scares the scientists. So they are trying to get her thoughts and ideas down on paper, but Willow is not willing to comply. She is super stubborn and determined. Her fear of people cripple her from sleeping often. She is afraid of what might happen to her if she sleeps.
Abilities: She can control the four, retractable twelve foot long chains that sprout from her back, and can use her voice to persuade people to do what she wants.
Weaknesses: Acupuncture and needles, people (she has a deathly fear of humans), and clock ticking (it paralyzes her).
Appearance: Very humanoid: short cropped chestnut hair, kinda messy in a stylish way and there is always a strand of hair that likes to separate from the rest and slip between her eyes. Her eyes are hazel and always scared and tired looking. She has a ghostly complexion, which is caused by the constant pain she endures. Stands about 4'3. Looks to be about seven or eight years of age. No one knows what exactly her age is since she hardly talks.
Attire: A white blouse, a small red bowtie, a black vest, a red skirt, white knee-high socks, and black Mary-Janes. The classic school girl look. Before she was identified as an Anomaly, she attended a private school. Ever since she left her old life, she has been reluctant to change into a different outfit.
Extra info: Willow is an experiment. Two years ago, a mad man by the name of Dr. Riddle, tortured her over and over again just to get his experiment just right. His goal was to implant chains into someone. Although the chains are constantly inflicting pain on little Willow, Dr. Riddle sees his experiment a success. Because Willow endured so much pain during the torture, Dr. Riddle always set four clocks in the room with Willow. The ticking was the only thing that let Willow hold onto her sanity. If she didn't have the ticking to grasp onto she would have been insane by now. But anymore, the sound of clock ticking paralyzes her.
Edit: Also her mom and dad died by a drunken woman who found a gun.

Nevid
A distant hum echoed in this hall of the base, probably of a machine of some sorts. The hum could be heard by Nevid, if it perceived noise. They really needed to do a test on that. Speaking of Nevid, the slime was settled in its glass box, taking the shape of the containment. To most observers, if all, it seemed as if the anomaly was doing nothing, displaying no signs of activity. Besides occasionally moving around in the glass box. But recently, the slime desired something. It had desired this for a while, but the need for it was only growing stronger. To consume.
Unfortunately it could not accomplish that just yet, since it was currently stuck. In a box, built to perfectly contain Nevid. It had a main focus, prevent the slime from consuming the glass. Which it did its job, rather well. So for now, Nevid seemed to lower itself. This would be a long process indeed.

Tool
The curtains were opened as a blue orb known by many of the lab workers as Tool exited out. Tool commonly wandered the lab at certain hours, looking for things to do. Or maybe it sometimes interacted with the anomalies, the ones that could at least understand its telepathic messages; or maybe it would become something that the anomaly might enjoy. Although Tool intended to serve the humans, who said it could not interact with others of its..kind.
So there Tool was, just cruising around the halls, looking for something to do.

Anton
The doors of the upper levels opened to let in a group of people into the entrance zone. Snow flew in as there was currently a blizzard, but hopefully it would be ending soon. The doors closed and the lights switched back on, as the group began to split up. Among them, was Anton. Taking a moment for his visor to clear, he looked around, walking past another lab personnel who curiously glanced over but said nothing. Anton didn’t acknowledge them either.
He brushed flakes of snow off his coat and started to head down the halls, going to make a report to some of the higher ups about his recent recontainment mission and the.. unfortunate loss of an anomaly.

Harley
Harley was in her lab, finishing up some paperwork. She ran her hand through her hair. She didn't mind paperwork, but she preferred interacting with the anomalies. She finished writing down her notes.
049 seems to have developed an affinity for one of its dolls in particular; in the past week, it has singled out this doll, even when said doll was put on the bottom of the pile. It seems to enjoy giving this doll a personality and playing pretend. The doll is one foot, with blonde hair and blue dress. It was given to it one month ago. When asked why, 049 replied, ' Friend.' More tests to be conducted at a later date. What Harley didn't write down was that she had given the doll to 049. It had been a childhood favorite of hers, and she thought 049 would like it. The strangest part was that 049 was giving the doll the same personality Harley herself had given it.

049
049 sat in its cell; Harley had left the door open, as usual, but 049 was more focused on its doll. It was brushing the doll's hair with its fingers, humming a strange tune.

Willow sat on her cot, with the little keyboard on her lap. She sat, tapping away at the keyboard taking in deep breaths. She hadn't calmed herself down in over three days. The flashbacks to her torture started to seep into her again. The pain became worse and the images became more detailed. She stared at the notepad on her desk wondering if she should write down a few things. But in the end she decided against it. These people want nothing more from me than to experiment with me and I won't allow it. An involuntary tear streamed down her cheek. I want mom… Her bottom lip started to quiver uncontrollably.

The hulking monstrosity was pacing back and forth inside the large room dedicated to it. There was giant door, then a smaller one beside it. The thing seemed more like some, mutated dinosaur, but the power it held was definitely not something to be underestimated. The creature hated them, hated every single one of those small, hairless creatures. They were the ones that had captured and entrapped it here for 'study'. Despite its brutish appearance, it was quite smart, watching, observing, constantly learning.
The ground seemed to quake slightly as it walked around, heavy claws clacking on the floor beneath it. The thick tail swayed one way, then the other behind it as it moved about. The two smaller 'heads' had seemingly what appeared to be old, leather-like straps wrapped tightly around the jaws, the giant middle head's own bonds snapped to open and close its powerful jaws. Only on the few occasions have those other straps ever broken, when the beast had gone a terrible rampage…so many were lost the first time that had ever happened.
The room was nearly freezing, the water trough having a heater inside just so the beast could drink. Feeding, however, was a different story. It seemed the beast would eat anything, so long as it was moving. So live prey was in constant demand just to keep the beast's nearly insatiable hungry quenched. In fact, it was getting close to feeding time again…

Anton
Anton made his report, going over what had happened to the higher-ups. He didn't really focus on how the escape happened; that was someone else's job, not his. Instead, he went over the length and conditions of the pursuit, as well as the behavior he noted in the anomaly.
"The subject seemed to want to get away from us, avoiding fighting us until one of my men got too close, in which it used a scorpion like tail to injure him. Afterwards, it fled to some cliffs as a blizzard started, making visibility low, so we had to wrap this up quickly. Unfortunately, as I was getting closer, subject slipped off of the cliff. Fate is most likely death, as the subject was not known to be very durable. Injuries; only one. Casualties; none. Unless you're counting subject, then one. Total time; 3 hours."
He could hear a pin drop in that room; it was extremely silent.
"..Very good, Anton. But we'll have to ask you that you pay attention to your surroundings, and please try not to hound a subject up into an area where survival is very low."
Anton nodded.
"Understood," even though those were words he had spoken multiple times before. It was no secret that Anton was not a huge fan of anomalies; but what was a secret is that he'd probably sacrifice almost anything; even his own men; on his job. Of course, he kept the latter a secret. But some people had grown to suspect him a bit since his missions often resulted in at least one anomaly loss.
Anton left the room shortly after, walking by the labs.

Nevid
Drip. Drip.
While there were security cameras in the room, there were no audio detectors. It would take a very powerful sense of sight to see the clearish liquid that dripped off of the glass box and onto the floor, gathering itself. It was a slow process, but Nevid was patient. Somewhat. This would take some time.
What was Nevid doing? Attempting to escape, of course. Albeit in a very hard and slow way. Of course, even if Nevid managed to escape the confines of its glass box, how would it escape the door to its cell ahead? Nevid could adapt. Nevid will..hopefully figure that part out.

Name: #0126, "James."
Gender: Male
Cell: It is almost exactly like a college dorm room. It is about 10 feet by 10, with the door in the back right corner….or front, depending on your perspective. There is a bunk bed with a mattress only on the top frame, and a single pillow and blanket. A Cards Against Humanity box rests on top of the dresser.
Personality: He is somewhat childish, hence the Cards, but has immense knowledge from the hundreds of years on this planet alone.
Abilities: He has the power of persuasion. It has something to do with his eyes, although studies showed nothing different from them with human eyes. If he makes eye contact with a subject, they fall under his control.
Weaknesses: His bones are more akin to avian than human, so they are weaker.
Appearance: https://s3.amazonaws.com/notebook-content-uploads/content/uploads/hero/217d4f6d-a7b0-4d9a-ae29-08e86c5df19f.jpg?1556401576
Attire: He is forced to wear a blindfold at all times. Other than that, athletics shorts and T-Shirts are most comfortable for him.
Extra info: N/A