Experimental - IC

[Cesare]

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[Cesare]

"Well. I guess it's about time I ate something, isn't it?"

Jordan pushed her stiff body from the floor, the morning had brought in a freezing hostile breeze, causing her to shiver as she stretched. In a last-minute attempt to find a place to sleep, Jordan had taken the concrete based roof of a four-story building. It was cold up there.

Unfortunately, Jordan had taken off her jacket before she slept, revealing a short-sleeved shirt, and she could hardly move herself to bring the jacket on. After several attempts, and feeling as though her arms were going to crack off, she managed to get it on and with it was instant heat. Yawning, she allowed the climate fiber to adjust her heat, ignoring the tingling feeling it made underneath her skin. At the edge of the roof, she climbed onto a window sill and crawled inside. Nobody was in the building yet, and all the doors were locked from the inside, so it took her no time at all to locate the kitchen of the workplace.

The fridge was full of goodies; leftover sandwiches, frozen meals, a couple cinnamon rolls, and even an iced tea container. She grabbed a tuna sandwich and some ta, while taking along some of the cheese crackers from the pantry and another sandwich for later. Munching on her light breakfast, Jordan exited the building, and rejoined civilization, and to deal with what the day would bring.

[Nephilim]

Horndale used the scope of the weapon to check out the site. A oath kneel would be the position he’d of took resting his elbow on his thigh to steady the scope and adjusted the zoom to focus on the door as a blond haired lady exited. “huh.” He’d quietly speak from his vantage point. And then move the scope to check the rest of the building out passing it over it before drifting the rifle off to the side to look down at the miniature woman. For now he’d stay and watch her to see if she was one of /them/ he would play the ghost as he was trained to do.

[Tazzlez60]

Jane awoke after sleeping for what seemed like forever in her tiny bedroom cell, much like that of a prison. After a few minutes she wiped the sleep from her eyes and tried to remember where she was.
Things had been extremely frightening in the last few days. She'd woken up in a basement with someone ,she recognised as someone close to her, dead with vital organs missing. Not hours later, a bunch of strange men came in and put her to sleep, taking her to this place where she was thouroughly tested and interrogated. The worst part of it, she had no memory and had no idea what was going on...

Suddenly, someone knocked on the door, their gruff voice echoing through the cold building, "Prisoner J32, you've been called for further evaluation." Of course, she knew they meant 'interrogation'. They just used a fancier term for it to make her obey. She didn't want to, but something was telling her that she had to, to survive...

The guard opened the door, he looked like everyone else, human... But something told her the others, the ones that were holding her here, they were not human... She kept her eyes on the man, he looked at her with sad eyes, "don't worry kid, i'm not one of them... Just do what you're told and you'll get sold to a good bidder." He gave her a reassuring smile but his words only confirmed her fears. Another guard came and led her to a small interrogation room in the east wing. She sat down on the cold wooden chair and eyed the man at the other end of the room carefully. She knew he was one of them. She could sense it within her gut. He strode gracefullu towards her, his swift movements seemed much to surreal to be, well, real. He examined her closely before looking into her eyes and speaking with such a strange accent, "So... Have you recovered any of your memories, young one?" he smiles with feign reassurance. Jane shakes her head, "I told you yesterday, I don't remember anything... Would you please just tell me what's going on?" she says in an almost pleading tone. The man ignored her request and spoke to the guards behind her, keeping his eyes on her, "Don't mark her..." At these words, one man behind her grabs her, holding her in place while the other pulls her earlobes, causing a great deal of pain, but not enough to bruise her.

The man kneeled down beside her, looking into her eyes, "Maybe this will jog your memory?" In an attempt to escape, Jane kicks her interrogator, only to have him slap her, "filthy human..." he turns to the guards, gesturing for them to let go. They step back as the man takes out a charged taser, similar to the one they used to bring her here. "We shall continue this discussion later..."
He places the taser to her neck and she blacks out.

[Know_Nothing]

A narrow hall stretched in front of him, devoid of any color except for a steel-grey sea of concrete. The lone light on the ceiling diffused a stale yellow glow upon the corridor, blurrily revealing the faint scratch marks on the walls and the moon-like craters on the face of each door in the passage. There were no doormats, no decor; there was little indication that this was a place of residency. From the last room on the left came the buzzing of a radio, its sound too muffled for any words to be made out. He gave a glance in the direction of the noise, heaved a sigh, and entered his room, the first door on the right.

He methodically felt his hand across the grainy surface of the wall adjacent to the door for the light-switch and flicked it on. His room had bulbs that hung perpendicular to the ground, one at the center-top of each wall, each of which produced a more orangish effervescence than that of the languid hall light. The first thing he saw was his reflection in a mirror on the opposite side of the room. It revealed a slouched yet tall figure whose main apparel was a dark wool coat that hid his body features from neck to shins. The rest of his getup matched that dreary coat: dark hair, pants, shoes, eyes. If it weren't for his pale white cheeks, the man could be mistaken for a breathing shadow, a day-time testament to the night. He, however, saw a miserable wretch and thought nothing more of himself. Maneuvering himself towards the bed, he carefully removed his coat and hung it on a crooked hook above his dresser. Then he removed his shoes, socks and scarf, arranging them in a drawer so that he could later put them back on in order, as was his custom. With another heaving sigh, he placed a hand in his right pocket.

With an air of reluctance, he pulled out a leather bag tied with red lace that slithered across its surface. He tossed it upwards, testing its weight, and when it landed in his hand he heard a thump associated with the quick release of air, like the noise that always followed the opening of the "hatch", the access route to and from his underground home. He placed the bag on a nearby table covered with a peculiar arrangement of scientific tools: besides standard flasks and cylinders, every glass container had a neck that twisted and looped in wildly varying patterns that suggested the craftsmanship of an intoxicated man. He unwound the red lace from the bag and allowed the contents to fall out. A large fleshy object plumped onto the table, releasing upon impact a current of watery ooze that stained the wood's surface. The long tubules protruding from the organ, by now fragile and crisp, as well as its alternating sections of thick and thin walls of muscles indicated that this was the human "pump organ". The man thought he saw it pulsating for a second, but knew in the back of his mind that this was the rot of a once vivid miracle of life.

"If only it could be alive for once!"

The man rashly opened a drawer, removed a few worn utensils from it --a rusty blade, cracked mirrors, and a bent probe--and began his work.

[Girly Woman]

Aiden, concealed on another rooftop, surveyed the fighting grounds. He saw a man pointing a gun at a woman. The man was obviously a danger, being armed. He was probably also trained in combat. The woman was also a threat. She walked with confidence which indicated some fighting ability of her own and possibly concealed weapons. The woman was currently unaware of the danger she was in, as she was nonchalantly eating something. Aiden suppressed his own hunger. He would wait for the woman and the man to clear the area and then attempt to get food from the building. He had a large gun of his own, as well as knives, but he was better with close fighting. His aim wasn't so good; sharp shooting was far less impressive in the arena and therefore was not taught to the Fighters. They were given guns more for appearances and tended to use them as blunt objects rather than as guns! Stealth, however, had been taught to the Fighters, which was why the man and the woman hadn't yet noticed Aiden's arrival.

Aiden had been on his own for under a week now. He enjoyed coming and going as he pleased and deciding whether or not to fight and to kill. He actually hadn't killed anyone since escaping; the dehumanizing training had not gone so far as to teach him to enjoy killing. He had, however, fought many people and a couple of aliens. Not all of the people had been particular threats, but the aliens had! There was a part of him that wanted to interact with other humans in a non-fighting way, but he didn't know how to approach another human non-aggressively. However, some small part in him, the flame of humanity that had not yet been extinguished, longed for human companionship.

[Nephilim]

Horndale sighed generally and lowered the gun, which was on saftey. he was use to waiting for long periods of time as well as being observant he'd not noticed the mans arrival but the main reason why he wasn't so worried about some one approaching he was a man long away from the Aliens and had been taught about making traps mainly for animals or something to eat rather then other people but that never stopped them from being used as defenses. mostly the first line was of notification to alert him to ones presence, the second was a trap set to Mame being it was far more useful to leave some one still alive but immobile to slow the pressures.

Horndale stood unlike Aiden he was more for the lone wolf effect and often shy away from groups, preferring to be the unknown man and angel he stood from where he was shouldering the weapon and slip it into the bag zipping up the top that it slide into concealing it as just an ordinary thing and he'd put a coat on over it he was preparing to leave and normally he'd leave in the opposite direction first. and in doing so probably spot the man heading towards him. he weighed up the options first would start the usual assessment. A gun was mostly what he saw and h'ed look at the way he would have gone should he have seen him approaching earlier and shoot his head. useless to him now he'd place his hands behind his back a more militarist stance as he moved forward to stand in front of the Mame trap the alarming trap having failed some what horribly as he had suspected the recycled stuff wasn't so reliable and the line just went slowly slack instead of breaking.

[Tazzlez60]

Jane woke once again in the cold bedroom cell. She sat up placing her head in her hands while sitting on the hard bed. She looked up at the opposite wall. It was completely bare, aside from the gigantic window separating the hallway from her, which could be blocked off at the will of the guards, so they could examine her at all hours. She felt exposed. She took the thin blanket off of the bed and wrapped it around herself as she paced the room slowly.
"What's happening?" She looks around the dull grey room, her eyes passing over the small metal sink in the corner and something that resembled a toilet. She wouldn't be using that unless they gave her privacy, that was for sure.

The thing is, she wasn't sure if they'd comply to anything she said, she knew that they made the decisions here... Whoever "they" were... Why did they want to know about her past so much anyway? It couldn't have been that exciting... She sat down by the window, a hand placed on it, wishing it to simply shatter. If only things were that simple.
Even if it did happen, the guards would just stun her again... And she didn't want that to happen, she didn't want to be questioned any more and she didn't want to be here. She looked up at the guard who had spoken to her before, he was ignoring her and staring at the dull opposite wall.
How can he stand it?
She thought as she watched him with curiosity. She dismissed this thought and climbed back into her bed. Hopefully they'd give up on all of this and let her go...

This was a long shot though...

[Girly Woman]

Aiden saw the man on the roof stand up and turn in his direction, taking on a submissive military stance. The man must have somehow figured out that Aiden was hiding on the rooftop. However, the man didn't seem like he wanted to do anything about it at the moment; the man must have been fixated on the woman. Aiden had to do everything he could to keep the Security from recognizing him. Aiden sighed internally; he really needed something to eat. He'd only been taught to fight, not to gather food! With the exception of the constant deathly fights, the top Fighters were actually quite pampered in order to keep them in top form. Aiden was used to several large and nourishing meals a day that were brought to his cell. Aiden would just have to find food another way; it wasn't worth the risk of getting caught. Aiden began slowly low-crawling in the opposite the direction.

[Nephilim]

It was when the man he lost eyesight of Horndale that he decided to move, He knew the man would run away in the opposite direction, it was the fastest way away from him but Horndale before being captured lived on the run and in the wild being a scout and various hobbies of his had taken his life since most if not all technological entertainment had been out of the question for him he took up running, fighting and Parkour an art of escape or getting some where fast. Horndale didn't know if the man was a human or alien and what thread he could be to his safety so the best thing to do was catch up and use some of the training he had gained from being a secuirty for the Aliens and what he was originally trained for by his own people