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Post by Ami Kaori Hachiro on Nov 25, 2011 16:00:00 GMT
 Pain, it was so common, needles running straight through the weak body she held. They were always so oblivious here. Ami was a demon, but they figured she was human, at least that's what she devised from this. Now here she was being slammed against a bed by a large team of their staff, as she was close to ripping the straps that held her fast. Her body was reacting badly to whatever they were doing to her. Ami usually was pretty compliant with them, but now she couldn't stand the unbearable pain. Her voice echoed off the walls, sounds of her screams bouncing back from the walls as the fought her shoulders back. Ami was angry, but not at them, at this weak body she had because humans were such disgusting things. She had to fight to keep her demon form concealed now. Despite the efforts of the team, she broke free of the straps, sending a few members flying away from her.
Ami wasted no time, she didn't feel like herself though. It was clear her actions were being influenced by some of the things they'd injected her with. Ripping the tubes out of the machines rather than her arms as she fled down the hall way. Slamming into staff that got into her way as she found her way under the stairwell, sinking to the ground, watching people clamoring and running to search for her. She held onto her shoulder and panted silently, her complexion was horrible now. Ami could feel tears dripping down her face, her body was on fire. She didn't even have the ambition to rip the needles from her arms. Ami changed her hair colour to pink so as to camouflage herself from them. Her eyes turning in time to a red colour.
Her body trembled violently, half from sobs caused by the unbearable pain. She curled up under the lowest stair she could, tangled by the tubes she'd ripped out. The floor felt cold, and comforting to her. She hated feeling weak. Ami hated that she'd be reprimanded for this as well. Maybe she'd stand a chance if she told them about the bad reaction to the chemicals. "I never asked for this..." She felt anger slip into her emotions. There was one person to blame for all of this pain, this loneliness. Yet she still found that she loved him. Ami shut her eyes tightly as she lay there paralyzed now. It was another effect of whatever they injected into her body. She'd probably lay stuck there until the staff found her. Found her and reprimanded her. Great.
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Post by azaria on Nov 25, 2011 16:14:32 GMT
Azaria like usual had stumbled around and somehow gotten himself into the SRA which odd enough not many of the staff went over to detain him; who want to detain a man with a large sword rested on his shoulder? Azaria continued to walk around the hallways infront of one of the staff members. A girl; seemed to be rather upset, h could already tell she was a demon, knocked the guard into him. Azaria stod still as if he was brick wall nothing happening to him but the staff was rather confused.
Azaria for once entertained by something in this rather dull hallway decided to follow her. Azaria could indeed do something to ease her pain; but he didn't what pain that was. The staff here weren't doing these things to him who knows why... although h had killed a few earlier. Azaria which to Ami would have appeared seemingly out of nowhere spoke. "What's wrong?" His voice sounded arrogant and cocky although a bit of sentment was sent through.
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Post by Ami Kaori Hachiro on Nov 25, 2011 16:25:53 GMT
What's wrong. Ami could feel her heart racing already. Unable to move her limbs though, she could still feel her body tremble in fear at the voice. So cocky and arrogant, it seemed more likely that the owner would be the type to cause her more pain. Ami's eyes widened, though she couldn't move. "Itai desu ka." Her response seemed automated. Without thinking Ami had gone to her native language out of habit. She stared at the wall, still able to see the tubes that stuck out and lay on the ground from beneath the staircase.
Ami shut her eyes tightly again. Her mind whirling as she struggled to make a more meaningful statement that he'd understand. Nothing immediately came to mind but a flood of her native language. But he speaks English. Ami opened her eyes again as she stared at her long now pink hair. "I can't move." Were the only words she could slip out as she was on the verge of going back into a barrage of Japanese. Ami couldn't help but feel like a doll. Played with by so many, but given little concern.
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