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Post by Takane Shinjou on Jan 30, 2012 2:56:33 GMT
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Takane sighed, and leaned against one of the walls. Staring at the floor. "What am I doing? Is this guy even going to be around here?" He knew very well that this man too was a scientist here, at least they told him that. Takane hadn't ever dealt with him, but his older physician spoke highly of Dr. Connel. For the time being, as he was still a subject, Dr. Levisque was now his primary scientist/physician. Also part of the reason he'd become interested in this section of study. Perhaps he could help make this a better place, and reduce the amount of pain. He was after all, very detail oriented and careful with everything he did. Took precautions if he absolutely could. Takane glanced into one of his folders. He had everything, all his classes and everything in these files. They'd said it'd help, but he wasn't sure. Takane was an honors student, he'd always tried his best. That is until the previous year, his grades took a downhill turn. But anyone who worked here should know his history. Maybe, maybe not. Now he got to play the waiting game for this guy.
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Post by Peter Connel on Feb 4, 2012 23:19:08 GMT
Dr.Connel's colleagues would be correct in directing anyone who was looking for him in this direction. The man would have been having a little discussion with some of the teachers about the curriculum and etc. It was all important business, and who better to attend such meetings but the man in charge? Peter Connel was the top scientist in the building, and managed everything that went on under the roof of the SRA. Well, except for military operations that would be going on using the test subjects as soldiers, that was supervised by the violence-loving-psychopath General that often irritated Peter. Peter however, was in charge of everything from the education system, to supplies for anything and everything here, and the medical and scientific things going on as well. It was quite the job, which accompanied his other job of actually being a doctor, seeing patients, and turning them into test subjects. Of course he had help, no human could do all that on their own, so he made sure to keep an eye on all his assistants. He often had to go to meetings to discuss everything that was going on in the building, and today his meetings brought him to this branch of the building to discuss a few things with the teachers.
Dr.Connel would leave his meeting, and travel down the corridor to notice a lone test subject slumped against a wall. It would be hard to miss Peter, he was six-three and had long dirty blonde hair. Today it was pulled back in a ponytail, but as usual the front of his hair had escaped the bonds that held the rest of his hair in place. He had a black short sleeved shirt on, with a lab coat thrown over it. Curiously, he had bandages wrapped around his neck and wrists... He usually kept it that way, and you wouldn't understand why unless he removed them or told his little story. So, overall, Peter was not particularly nondescript. It helped that he wore a name tag attached to the lab coat.
Peter would end up having to pass the young man slumped across the wall. So the man figured he might just check on the test subject, seeing that he didn't seem to be in a pleasant situation the way he was slumped against a wall by himself in a boring corridor. Peter wore a smile as he approached the young man, the same smile he almost always wore. "Is there a problem?" Peter sounded like he would be willing to help, but just as willing to go on his own way if he wasn't needed. He had more things to do, and was a very busy man after all.
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Post by Takane Shinjou on Feb 5, 2012 1:50:47 GMT
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 340px; background-image:url(http://i375.photobucket.com/albums/oo200/amity0park/AMV/Textures/1b_thumb_watermark.png); padding: 30px; border: #dad7d8 solid 30px; ] I used to love you .nope. | .Peter. | .Lmfao he scared Takane <3. Footsteps of the older male seemed to have escaped the tall teen. Staring at the ground, his thoughts swimming through all the things that it could. Takane was actually very startled when he heard the other man's voice. His body jolted upright, and his hand shot out to grab Peter. Takane redirected it to clasp onto his own shirt tightly, heaving out a heavy sigh. Takane drew in a shaky breath, how long had he been standing there? It appeared he was very lost in thought, but he took a moment to recover before responding. "I... apologize.." Takane stopped himself again. What was he apologizing for? His reaction? Wasn't that a natural reaction? It was very unusual being he was a vampire test subject and had enhanced senses. Takane caught the scent of Peter, a full human. Dressed in a long lab coat, but what was most odd was that this man was 100% human. Takane's eyes found the name on the badge and inhaled again slowly before speaking.
"Are you.. Dr. Connel? Er, rather Dr. Peter Connel?" Takane felt a bit shy now, as if he was clumsily tripping over his words. So he looked away, his body was still upset. Trembling slightly as he tried his hardest to calm down. It was in his best interest as well. Takane's heart slammed against it's cage as he tightened his grip on the folder in his hand. "Forgive me... You really startled me.... I'm Takane Shinjou... I was wondering, that is if you're Dr. Peter Connel, that I may ask something of you?" Takane paused again, overly polite again as always. Was he still well known among the staff members? Did they still talk of his cooperation? It wouldn't surprise him if they actually did. The tall golden eyed male finally returned his gaze to Peter. Heart still racing, but he finally felt secure enough to drop his hand as he watched the equally tall older man from beneath his lashes. It seemed his face had flushed, how was it that a human could so badly startle him in this stage? Maybe things were regressing, or maybe it was just about to spur over the cliff and he'd develop some new oddity.
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Post by Peter Connel on Feb 5, 2012 2:33:33 GMT
Peter watched as he seemed to evoke a strong reaction from the young man with just a few simple words. It seemed he had approached to quietly for the young test test subject and startled him. That was a peculiar situation, since most of the test subjects were very alert to what was going on around them, thanks to their superhuman powers. Peter on the other hand was one hundred percent human, and could probably be found startled more often then a test subject. However, Peter wasn't one to scare easy, and his personality didn't allow much room for getting lost in thought. Well, unless those thoughts were about the current events going on around him anyways.
The boy would continue to respond to Peter's presence, asking if he was Dr.Connel. The boy corrected himself, Dr.Peter Connel was the man he was searching for. There wasn't another Dr.Connel in the SRA that Peter was aware of, but it was good that this young man was being specific. Specific details like that always helped stop confusion later on. The boy seemed to be a bit nervous, Peter didn't really see how he could make anyone he was meeting for the first time nervous. He usually came off as a friendly looking person, but there were always flukes. In the meantime, the boy would continue to speak. Saying that he needed to talk to Peter, to ask him something. Dr.Connel's smile stayed in place as her nodded, "It's alright, Takane. Your lucky you caught me, I'm Dr.Connel, I was just leaving a meeting." Peter held out his hand for the boy to shake. The boy seemed polite enough, he figured that a hand shake was in order. "Now what were you planning on asking me about?" Peter said calmly.
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Post by Takane Shinjou on Feb 5, 2012 2:45:48 GMT
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 340px; background-image:url(http://i375.photobucket.com/albums/oo200/amity0park/AMV/Textures/1b_thumb_watermark.png); padding: 30px; border: #dad7d8 solid 30px; ] I used to love you .nope. | .Peter. | .Lmfao he scared Takane <3. Takane wasn't really deterred by the friendly nature of someone. It'd been his past experience not to trust people that came off as friendly. He was far too guarded a person, often he was told by his closest friend. Takane hesitantly grabbed Peter's hand, at least relieved to have found the person he was looking for. Shaking the man's hand carefully before retracting his hand and curling it to his chest again. Another bit of a nervous habit of his it seemed. Takane was a bit relieved as well, that this man wasn't one of the shorter staff, it was a bit of an awkward feeling for him to be so much larger than a lot of the subjects and staff here. "I see. I guess that's fairly lucky.... I was wondering about taking classes here actually. I was interested in becoming a Doctor, ... Scientist? Here at SRA.... I was told to speak with you about such matters."
His voice trailed off carefully as he glanced away again. Hand falling down to rest protectively on his folder. Golden eyes searching for something else to focus on. Takane was half prepared to hear laughter, or a no. Something of a jeering nature, almost flinching externally as internal self winced violently. His neck twitched slightly as his eyes responded too. Like he'd been slapped lightly, causing him to blink a bit more abruptly. Staring down the empty corridor. A meeting at this time of day? It was a curious thing, what could they be discussing currently? It almost made him uneasy, Takane though interested in becoming a staff member, was still apprehensive as he was still only a subject. Held not an ounce of respect from the other staff, nor subjects because he seemed to be a pet. There were a few members here who babied him, which he loathed but tolerated with a smile, and then those who jeered at him for it.
Takane tried to force these thoughts out. But it still weighed heavily on his mind. His grip tightened on his folder, a crinkle that it made brought him back again. Maybe he appeared unstable, but he was such an uneasy person. Such a reclusive personality and so about physical expression. Takane hesitantly caught Dr. Connel's eyes with a clumsy smile. The man appeared friendly, but what would he say behind closed doors, about the quiet boy who stood awkwardly off to the side. It was almost rude of him to be so standoffish and after he already told Peter he was seeking him out. What a foolish boy. How could he ever hope to be a doctor?
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Post by Peter Connel on Feb 6, 2012 5:26:37 GMT
Peter kept his eye on the boy as they shook hands. Peter could tell the young man was nervous. The doctor now wondered if it was because he had a difficult question? It hopefully wouldn't be too troublesome. His curiosity was not unanswered for too long though. They would stop shaking hands, and Takane would proceed to ask his question. Peter listened carefully... So, this young man was requesting an education for something in the medical/science field? That was interesting enough. Peter continued smiling, "It's always nice to hear people are interested in that field of work. That can be arranged easily enough, so did you happen to bring your current school records? I'll look over them and have you placed in a course as soon as I can." Peter said this all matter-of-factually. It was true after all...
Peter couldn't help but to notice that the young man was displaying a lot of nervous body language. He was almost tempted to tell the boy to calm down. Peter wasn't any reason to be nervous, well unless he was your personal doctor. He could understand being nervous around a doctor in this establishment. However, there was no reason for Peter to operate on Takane that he knew of, so that wasn't a problem. "Have you thought hard about this, it's a huge responsibility and takes years to learn the practice. I don't mean to discourage you at all, but you just seem nervous." Peter continued to smile. He was hoping that Takane realized what he was getting into. Peter, he blamed his career path for destroying his life. This job was why he hated himself every single day, for every single moment he stayed breathing. Maybe he would have never been so unhappy as a normal doctor, but his ambitions had already destroyed him. Whether anyone could see through that mask of his and tell was a different story. If anyone really knew him, they would realize the constant agonizing pain he was in. No one really knew him though, no one but the bottom of the bottle that he emptied his heart into.
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Post by Takane Shinjou on Feb 19, 2012 23:36:46 GMT
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 340px; background-image:url(http://i375.photobucket.com/albums/oo200/amity0park/AMV/Textures/1b_thumb_watermark.png); padding: 30px; border: #dad7d8 solid 30px; ] I used to love you .nope. | .Peter. | .Sorry for the extreme delay. Takane canted his head very faintly when asked for his current school records. It was unusual, he was embarrassed of them, which he probably shouldn't have been. Takane was an excellent student. He did well in mathematics and sciences, his language classes and on top was an artist. It would seem he got the better end of the academics being born a twin, but was also incredibly awkward and reserved. His reason for being so ashamed was that he'd dropped his GPA to a 3.65 having forgotten his classes during one of his phases of art obsession. It was the only thing that deterred him usually. Takane tightened his grip momentarily before holding out the folder for Dr. Connel to take. "I do have them currently. I have to apologize for my horrible GPA, I lost sight of classes for a period of time." Many people had told him that he was too hard on himself. It was an artists way of doing things, at least this one. Dr. Connel asked the question that had been eating away at him. Was he sure about this? These things were life destroying but also endlessly interesting. It wasn't shameful to want to better the standards and treatments for the subjects here. Who better to do that than a former subject? But the nervous statement jabbed him right in the ribs so to speak.
"I'm absolutely sure about this. I'm just a bit unnerved by social interaction usually... especially when someone catches me off guard, I usually rely on my ... adapted senses... I'm just a very reserved person.. I guess it's the curse of being a twin you take on the opposite personality in some cases..." Takane was just sort of rambling. It was a rationalization of his nervous behaviors. It was true, most twins took on the opposite personalities if they were identical. At least in his experience. But he'd always been the quiet one though much healthier. Takane couldn't really bring himself to look up now. It wasn't really nervous now, as it was more melancholic in nature. A twin alone. It probably would've been easier to say he was no longer a twin. If necromancy had been a real thing rather than monsters, Takane probably would've tried that too. The golden eyed male stared back down the empty corridors. Half expecting to see his mirror image, with a weaker looking frame. It wasn't fair really that his brother so vital and full of life got the short end of the stick. He'd lived so spontaneously it was envious. "But yes, despite my nervous nature... I can't leave alone what's far too interesting. It's not wrong to want to better things, especially if this is my only option now. I don't want to just remain a test subject forever. I want to do something with my life even if I am going to be in this place the rest of my life."
Takane spoke with incredible honesty. He finally glanced back at Peter. It was a bit of a harden look but softened into a weak and timid smile. This man was so friendly, how could he hope to understand something so complex? Takane hoped he would understand how he felt. If he couldn't be a part of the outside world anymore, then he'd become what he'd always wanted to become. Which the reasons should've been pretty obvious to anyone who knew him. Had his twin survived his illness, Takane would've done the same thing and taken care of him. The medical bills were always such a worry to his family, it would've been nice to ease the burden on them.
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Post by Peter Connel on Feb 21, 2012 2:44:55 GMT
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Peter continued to show a friendly face as Takane said he did have his papers with him. He tsked quietly when he heard him admit that he had let his grades drop a little. When the folder had been held out for him, he took it. He opened it carefully, filing through papers gently, searching through it. When he got to the most recent report card one eyebrow raised curiously. "Well... I think you'll pass through just fine with these grades. If you do your best, I think you could do very well." HE continued to look through the papers, scanning for any red flags, or gold medals.
Takane stated he was absolutely sure about this. Peter looked up after he finished speaking for a moment. Studying the boy closely, analyzing his body language. "Don't worry too much about that. Many of the doctors here are what you might call anti-social. You'll fit right in, and if you do become a doctor you would become familiar with most of the medical team to the point where it will be nothing worrisome." Peter continued with that easy smile. It was practiced and looked real, but of course it wasn't. Takane had also been talking about how he wanted to do something with his life. Peter understood completely...
"I understand... The conditions in this place are not near pleasant for the test subjects. I would like to see success rates increasing, and make this place a bit more pleasant if possible as well. I took this job to help people, but even with the current state of things I do think we're helping in the long run..." Peter was originally doing this to help people. Now, it seemed to feel like he lived to work, and worked to work. There was nothing important to him besides his daughter now, who was in danger of being ripped away by the the war. The only thing that cleared his mind from all the pain was work and alcohol.
When Peter first became a doctor... He was a young man, and incredibly smart. He had taken an interest in the medical field and science, and pursued it. Peter had wanted to help people, to save lives. He wanted to be the opposite of his father really... Instead of devoting his life to destruction, he would have been rebuilding lives. Bringing people back from the brink of death. Instead of sending them there... Those kinds of thoughts had been floating around in his head when he first started. Soon his own ambitions started, if only he could devote more time to this career he could save so many more lives. Then he started getting promotions after promotions. His priories became warped. Work was starting to seem like it was more important to family. He thought he was just paying the bills, taking care of his beautiful family, and doing something to help people. His wife didn't see it that way... One thing led to another and soon he would find himself alone... With nothing but work to occupy him. He lost his wife, and would lose his daughter as well in the foreseeable future.
"It's good your devoting yourself to something like this. Work keeps you occupied, and you'll be helping lots of people. Just remember what's important." Peter was still smiling, but there was something extremely sad behind those eyes. Despite his friendly appearance, Peter was quite the mystery. That last sentence had been a but cryptic. "I'll definitely need you to sign some papers. Would you please come with me to my office?" Peter had recovered from his darker thoughts now. His face was blank besides that smile, which seemed to only express a friendly pleasantness.
I've waited all this time, I've wasted so much time NOTES | meh I was thinking I wanted to say sorry for something, but I forgot what XD WORD COUNT | 623
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Post by Takane Shinjou on Feb 23, 2012 1:40:04 GMT
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 340px; background-image:url(http://i375.photobucket.com/albums/oo200/amity0park/AMV/Textures/1b_thumb_watermark.png); padding: 30px; border: #dad7d8 solid 30px; ] I used to love you .nope. | .Peter. | .Sorry for the extreme delay. Takane glanced up slightly, letting his gaze fall though. It was a form of scolding, though not heavily. It still made him feel a bit more dejected in his work. He just couldn't outright say that he'd lost sight because of losing his sibling. It was just easier to say the art excuse, it was socially acceptable. It was just harder to hear the apologies and pity in people's voices. Takane heard the apologies of even the people who'd tormented him, and he refrained from responding an imitation. What else could he have said or felt? But at least he'd gotten acceptable grades. Takane reached up and rubbed the back of his neck. Finally just letting his hand sit there, which was extremely cold, but he didn't retract it. Glancing up again at the request he nodded quietly. Takane had calmed down considerably since being startled. It was unusual, but it took him awhile to calm down from things like that.
"Ah... I'm sorry... I should've tried harder. But sometimes it's incredibly hard to focus...." Takane glanced down again as he pushed himself off the wall. Finding no comfort in the smile plastered on Dr. Connel's face. He'd read into it by now it was a facade. Most the staff here faked things, as did he but he preferred honest feelings. "Can I request something if it's not too bold? If you don't mean that smile, please don't fake it...." Takane was staring at the floor again, for some reason it greatly bothered him when people faked them. It was something he'd seen often, patronizing, it made him feel isolated and judged rather than comforted. He'd always been inclined to read a bit more into a person than given off. It was subtle things he noticed before. The office was a bit of an ominous thing but it was required. "You have an office... down here too? I thought most the Dr.'s had them closer to testing... Takane spoke the word cautiously.
As if side stepping around a deadly predator. Takane was probably starting to seem a bit odd. His personality had changed a bit he was still incredibly polite and cooperative, but at the same time things got to him. Things he just wanted to run away from. Takane had paused now, cautiously studying the equally tall male's face... Something seemed off, something spoke danger to Takane. It probably would've gone unnoticed had he been totally human, but it just bothered him. Most staff though were to be considered dangerous. Takane's mind traveled again to another curious question. He'd always seemed to ask the most unusual questions. "Does it ever bother you to be here... Maybe not so much that freedom is pretty much a null thing, but rather being around people like me? You're not afraid of us... or rather don't think we're... I guess what the outside world calls freaks...? I just find it extremely odd you're the only human here that isn't altered i've noticed anyway.... Sometimes I regret this choice, but it makes life interesting.
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Post by Peter Connel on Feb 23, 2012 3:39:03 GMT
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Peter nodded in understanding. Hard to focus he was familiar with. It was so hard to focus on what is important at times. Now that didn't seem like a problem for him though. Nothing was truly important anymore, nothing except his daughter. At this point his beloved child was the only fuel in his tank. What other things were there to live for? Would he get out of bed, and participate in daily tasks for any other reason? The world didn't need him, no, it didn't matter who you were; the world will not end without you. Sometimes he selfishly wished the world would have ended after his wife's death, but those thoughts could be kept at bay with lots of work and whiskey.
The man raised a eyebrow as he heard the young man request something. Oh... So he had caught on? What a bright boy, he would be a good doctor. "I'm sorry, I can't do that. This smile isn't for you, please forgive me if it bothers you..." Though his expression was not sincere, his words were. He wasn't faking a smile for this boy, nor was it really for himself. If it were up to Peter, he would have given up and fallen apart long ago. "Please allow me to hide behind this." He said such humble things so effortlessly. It was true though, all he ever did was hide. Behind a smile, behind bandages, and behind the wall around his broken heart.
Peter continued with that smile of his despite the boy's protests. The young man had asked something else, about his office. "No, I'm afraid my office is on another level, but there is an elevator nearby." He said calmly, already knowing the way quite well. He had been here for a long time now, having been a doctor here since he finished college. That seemed like so long ago now...
The young man brought up an interesting topic. Peter hadn't excepted it at all. He listened carefully, thinking that this test subject had quite the personality. He nodded, something he tended to do while he listened to someone talk. "No, it doesn't bother me. Some test subjects think they are monsters, are disgusting, but I've met humans who are much more terrible. It really doesn't matter what they may look like, what's inside is more important when it comes to people. Personally, I think humans are the scariest thing to ever exist on this planet..." His thoughts drifted, and he could imagine that the excruciating pain was back in his neck and wrists. Barbed wire curling around him, digging into his flesh, and the carving of that cursed word into his skin. It was so ironic, so disgusting, so painful... Yes, humans were the real monsters in this world.
I've waited all this time, I've wasted so much time NOTES | My post kinda sucks... xD WORD COUNT | 466
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Post by Takane Shinjou on Feb 23, 2012 4:03:15 GMT
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 340px; background-image:url(http://i375.photobucket.com/albums/oo200/amity0park/AMV/Textures/1b_thumb_watermark.png); padding: 30px; border: #dad7d8 solid 30px; ] I used to love you .nope. | .Peter. | .Sorry for the extreme delay. Takane was more than displeased with his answer. It was incredibly selfish. Takane had his walls, but he never faked his emotions. If he smiled it was always genuine, someone had to give another hope at some point in the world. False hope was just a cruel thing, and as kind as he was it wasn't forgivable to him. Given his reasons, it was pretty understandable. It was his last memory of his sibling, a false smile that had forever struck an unmovable scar from his heart. "Allow you to hide behind it... That's a cruel thing to do. It's selfish to provide people with the comfort of false security and hope. I can't forgive it but I won't try and force you to change something that you request me to leave be." Takane spoke the words rather coldly, considering he was a polite and quiet person he certainly had strong rooted beliefs. Particularly honest he had a complex personality, which he supposed probably wouldn't be bad to be seen anymore. Takane had lost the most important person to him, but he didn't feel the need to hide his emotions, it was the last remaining thing that made him feel fully human again. His preferences were the only thing he was ashamed of.
"I'm not entirely familiar with things up here. I've been here two years but never actually attended classes or paid attention to the information available. I just got here by directions I was recently given... So if you'd show the way that'd be much appreciated." Takane had almost taken a brooding nature about him. It was a harsh thing to be honest, but in his mind the best way to keep his soul light. If he couldn't share the burden anymore. Takane glanced up again, unusually curious at the answer as well as the bandages that adorn the older male. Takane didn't really seem focused, but rather aloof to the man's presence. "I suppose humans can be monsters. I've had that experience as opposed to living here. We're really cruel and demented things, It's surprising how shunned some of the creatures here are. They're not supposed to be human, they're supposed to base of instinct... off of that more than reason... you'd think humans with reason would be a dominant species, but we're really not. It's a sad thing to say when a place like this became a haven from your own kind.... But I can't blame those who feel like monsters. It's an unnatural change into something that you're not. And to learn to adapt to that, it's why humans are easily made test subjects. Most our bodies adapt well.... It's survival anyway... But I can't forgive the accidents caused by the inhuman side, I can't forgive myself for hurting anyone because I can't control my instincts all the time. Humans are far luckier because they're out of tune with instincts... I don't think there's a creature anymore that's not a monster to be honest..."
Takane rambled on a bit... It wasn't that he tried, but rather voiced theories at times. He was incredibly intelligent for his age, it was unusual. He'd had his fair share of hostilities, and monsters in his life. Human and non human. These scientists, the tormenting children that had left his body filled with scars. Bringing him back to the bandages. Did something happen recently? "Those bandages you're wearing... Did something bad happen to you, for you to wear them?" Maybe that was a stupid question, it was a child's phrase, but a part of a person never grew up. Takane hadn't learned to ask things any other way... Takane glanced away slightly, tightening his grip on his other folder. "Excuse me for being so bold... you don't have to answer that."
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Post by Peter Connel on Feb 24, 2012 4:52:07 GMT
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What a gutsy boy. He didn't appear to have a spine before, but now he was stating that he wouldn't forgive someone for simply smiling. That was both maddening... and adorable. Stubborn and childish in Peter's opinion, but he didn't mind too much. "Cruel indeed." He was muttering to himself, not caring if the young man heard him or not. Peter didn't really keep this act up for himself. He could easily let go, fall apart, and perish. He still had one thing to run on, his love for his daughter. If he couldn't smile, how could he expect her to. Even if it was fake, he wanted her to see smiles and be able to smile herself. It was better then moping around with frowns on all the time. It was probably making the people around him more comfortable as well, because behind the mask was the shell of a man torn apart by fate.
The older man wouldn't blame Takane for not knowing exactly where anything was. Even after two years, the white walls and tiling were still mazes. There were labels on doors, but that was hardly helpful. Peter had once heard this place had been built to be confusing so that invaders wouldn't be able to get around easily. That made sense, but it was a pain in the rear for everyone, not just the invaders. "Of course." He was referring to the request that he lead the way. That wouldn't be too hard. Peter went to his office everyday, so he was pretty sure he knew where it was and wouldn't get them lost.
Peter listened to the young man start rambling. It was an interesting point of view, that of a test subject. Peter was not a test subject, but another type of music. From his point of view, it would be better to do something wrong because of instinct, then because it was a human craving. Would he blame an animal for killing a human? Of course not, that creature had simply been hungry and following its instincts. Now, humans killing each other, while claiming to be superior to every other living organism on earth... That was just disgusting, humans killing only because they have their own greedy reasons, and then calling animals lowly creatures for following the instincts God had given them. What a strange, twisted world this was... He couldn't comprehend his own species' point of view sometimes; mostly because it was such a complex one. The test subjects would be interesting to question, trying to find their morals, interests, beliefs, philosophies, and etc. The test subjects were trapped between human morality and instinct. Whether that instinct was to howl at the moon, suck blood out of arteries, or to simply chase squirrels, it was natrual. Human moralities would still seem natrual as well. What an unpleasant conflict it must be to be caught between worlds.
There was a pause, and Takane went on to ask about Peter's bandages. Peter continued on with that smile of his, though his eyes were now calculating. He heard the boy say that his question didn't need to be answered. Peter didn't mind telling his story, but it was a rather long one. "It's fine, curiosity is good in healthy doses. Long story short, let's just say I went under the knife unwillingly." He had slipped a finger between his skin and the bandages while he spoke. The bandages were always lose so that they wouldn't choke him, so it would be hard to tug them a bit more so that they would reveal what was underneath. If you watched carefully, you would notice that the bandages were also around his wrists. His pale skin started to show as the bandages released their grip and fell to his shoulders as loose coils. His neck had terrible scars, there was evidence of barbed wire being wrapped tightly around his neck, the scar was like a necklace of X shapes connected by a solid line. There were at least three visible rows. Underneath that was the word BELOVED carved messily into his skin. It was a rather gruesome group of scars. Peter still sometimes imagined he could still feel it, the pain still lasted all these years, if not in his flesh, in his mind.
I tear my heart open just to feel NOTES | Sorry the first one got deleted, but thats okay since I think I made up for it by making this post better~ I hope u liked it ^_~ WORD COUNT | 718 LYRICS | Scars by Papa Roach CREDIT | OREOMONSTER
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Post by Takane Shinjou on Feb 25, 2012 3:16:19 GMT
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 340px; background-image:url(http://i375.photobucket.com/albums/oo200/amity0park/AMV/Textures/1b_thumb_watermark.png); padding: 30px; border: #dad7d8 solid 30px; ] I used to love you .nope. | .Peter. | .Sorry for the extreme delay. Takane was given nothing left to pursue in previous conversation. Dr. Connel hadn't commented on Takane's ramblings, which was curious enough. The younger boy had stacks upon stacks of theories and morals that he kept whirling about his mind as he worked. Artwork, schoolwork, whatever it was really he was doing. Takane was a prone thinker, he'd probably just made that pretty obvious. Peter agreed that it was cruel, or rather Takane wondered if it was sarcasm. He was having a hard time actually liking this person. Which was unusual for him, something was irritating him lately. Takane seemed unpredictable to himself, and was more aggressive than usual. More aware of the pain of himself and others, it was annoying. Takane's attention was dragged back at the answer of his request again. No movement was made though as he caught the look in Peter's eyes. It was an instant challenge to him. Takane took a side step, looking moderately uncomfortable at the glance.
He debated if it was worth knowing. Watching as the man carefully tugged at the bandages around his neck, the ones on his wrist now visible as well. Takane's stomach dropped and his face went pale at the sight of the scars. A hard look crossed over his face, his emotions seemed to have been wiped clean from existence. Really they were just skillfully hidden away, but the scars sent a wave of anxiety through his body. The cruelties of a human never ceased to make him sick. Often it made him physically sick to see such a disgusting thing. The sloppily carved words in the man's neck. Takane finally felt as though he could understand his twin. All the times he'd never been around to stick up for the healthier twin, Takane refused to defend himself. The scars, the constant pain the memory forever imprinted. It was a hard thing to watch. Even if he didn't know or really care about this person, Takane wouldn't have ever wished that upon someone. "That's incredibly... morbid. What kind of person would do such a grotesque thing? It's disgusting." Takane wasn't talking about the scars, rather the reason they were caused was disgusting.
Even though he didn't know what the cause was, it wasn't an accident clearly. Takane felt his heart squeeze in his chest, and anger a slight tinge of it he could feel. Though he kept it hidden as well. Takane had taken a similar habit of hiding his arms, his body in general. It was embarrassing for the scientists here to even have to look at any part of his body. "People are disgusting... They have no respect for another if they're different. Which I wouldn't assume would be your case? They'd rather get rid of something than try to understand it. Why it is the way it is or why a person is the way they are. It's an instant ticket to be judged if you're different. I can't imagine what happened, nor would I like to... It's unfortunate there's nothing that can erase physical scars." Takane was clearly upset, it was surprising how much he valued another life. His folder dropped onto the floor, the testing had certainly messed with his mentality. Takane slipped off his top shirt with long sleeves, beneath was a tank top and his arms scarred to beneath his bicep. Though he didn't completely remove his shirt, just gave a slight glimpse. "The only thing humans carry as a desirable trait is empathy. This might seem incredibly illogical for me to do... It probably doesn't even relate, but over half of these things were not created by me." Takane's golden eyes had been averted again as he replaced his shirt. He was very strong willed, why was it now his quiet personality had decided to disappear? Why was this person suddenly important to him? It was the same answer, to make sure everyone he met was legitimately happy. That they weren't tied to their past as he was, but it was a foolish thing to wish for. He was far too much of a dreamer.
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Post by Peter Connel on Feb 25, 2012 5:43:27 GMT
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Peter could see the young man's reaction to the scars on his face. He went pale, and then blank. For a moment Peter was worried the boy had slipped into shock. Then Peter heard him speak again, revealing another question. Ahh yes, who was responsible for this disgusting mark? Well that person would be someone who was supposed to be important in his life, but was virtually non-existent until one fateful day. His father had never had a relationship with the boy, and didn't even know he existed. It wasn't until after Peter woke up in a hospital that he found out about his father. his father who would soon be executed. Juries didn't take kidnapping, attempted murder, and assault lightly when all the victims were juvenile. His father had no idea that he had attacked his own son, but it probably wouldn't have made any difference. He had been a monster, the human kind, capable of anything really...
"My father did this to me." Peter said it with his perma-smile. It didn't seem to phase him at all, but that was just appearances. Peter hated his father with a burning passion, and was glad that man was dead. It was better that way... Peter actually had a half-brother who also worked here, and until recently they also hadn't known about the others' existences. However, his brother was a familiar face around here, Dr.Alzeid Levisque was known by loots of people. Peter and Alzeid had yet to discuss their father, besides knowing that they shared the monster for a sire.
Peter heard the boy go on to talk about the disgusting people in this world. Peter found it a little funny that he thought Peter's scars should be erased. No, Peter didn't mind them. Yes, they caused him pain, but they were something to be proud of, battle scars if you will. "It is unfortunate for the cosmetic world that physical scars cannot be erased. I don't mind mine, I'm proud of what I did to receive them." Peter touched the word on his neck, before reaching for a loose end and pulling on it. This action caused the bandages to start to tighten their grip on his skin again. He reached for the other loose end and pulled on that, and as if by magic the bandages tightened around his neck and went back to hiding his scars. "I only hide my scars so I won't make other uncomfortable." He said gently, looking at the boy with that same smile. Maybe if he weren't such a sad man this would be genuine, but it wasn't, this was simply the best he could do. Studying the other male, he could tell that he was clearly upset. Peter had no intentions in evoking such a strong reaction from the boy when he revealed his scars, he even went around the details to make it less gruesome. Peter was curious as to what his reaction would be if he heard the whole story? That could be amusing...
The older male noticed immediately when Takane began to pull up his shirt. For a moment he was extremely curious, but worried about what he was doing. The human scientist noticed that there was a tank top on this boy underneath, that was good. At least Peter would be safe knowing he wasn't going to be flashed. The older man noticed lots of scars on the boys arms. He took note of this, and heard the young man continue talking. Over half the scars were not from himself, that suggested this young man had inflicted some pain on himself in the past. That was rather interesting. "That's unfortunate, your a fine specimen." Peter hardly noticed that he sounded like a creep when he said things like that. He was just such a doctor/scientist, he couldn't help himself. In a way, he had just been stating that Takane was somewhat good looking, if not healthy and young. All those things were good for specimen criteria. Peter knew a bit about being attractive, being an ex-model himself... Something he didn't really like to let anyone know, but wasn't going to go too far out of his way to hide.
The young man would put his shirt back on, covering his scars, skin, and extra layers. Peter continued with that perma-smile, noticing that Takane was avoiding eye contact. "Well, your going to need that folder before we go. I think we've spent enough time dilly-dallying. Let's go." Peter walked around Takane in the direction of his office. He was going slow, so that he wouldn't leave the test subjects behind, but with the long legs the other male possessed it would be easy to catch up. Now they were off, off, and away to his magical office. Or something like that.
Tired of living like a blind man I'm sick of sight without a sense of feeling NOTES | unknown WORD COUNT | unknown LYRICS | How You Remind Me by Nickleback CREDIT | OREOMONSTER
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Post by Takane Shinjou on Feb 25, 2012 15:41:08 GMT
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 340px; background-image:url(http://i375.photobucket.com/albums/oo200/amity0park/AMV/Textures/1b_thumb_watermark.png); padding: 30px; border: #dad7d8 solid 30px; ] I used to love you .nope. | .Peter. | .Meh.... I had to put something in or it'd have been like super short/boring : D . Takane grew at least one shade paler when Dr. Connel revealed who'd actually done that to him. His stomach immediately turned, and he looked away momentarily. Retrieving his folder and covering his mouth with his free hand. That was also something he couldn't imagine. To have someone who was supposed to care about you and for you, do that instead. Takane was momentarily worried that he would actually get sick from this, but he thankfully didn't. Instead he grew quiet as he stood back up folder in hand. He barely acknowledged the semi creepy compliment that Peter gave him. A fine specimen if you preferred someone who lacked little to no confidence in themselves. Takane simply nodded and began following Peter down the hall. It really wasn't hard to catch up anyway, both of them were pretty tall. He couldn't really bring himself to speak just yet. He was incredibly appalled by the entire fact still. He stared at the ground as he walked partially behind Dr. Connel.
There was one swimming in his head though to a statement. It seemed Dr. Connel misunderstood why Takane wanted to erase the physical scars. "It's not just for a cosmetic reason. You misunderstand me. Physical scars aren't just physical scars, they're memories. Mental scars too... " Takane didn't go into further detail about it. But he'd learned this only by being taken to counseling when his parents had thought he was the culprit. In truth, Takane hadn't become self destructive until he came here. So most of his scars from himself were actually the marks left behind by his fangs. He found himself inspecting them subconsciously. It was a long lost memory, what live without these things was like. Takane's head though jerked up suddenly. The sound made his stomach turn again. He quickened his pace so that he was beside Peter, shoving his arm in front of the other man. Which he'd probably walk into, that's what Takane wanted, something was off.
He soon discovered why his senses picked up on it. Danger, an almost immediate form of it. A loose lighting fixture fell from it's case. Shattering the case and the relatively large bulb. The glass bounced from he floor, in all directions, and there's included. If Peter did in fact walk into Takane's arm, he'd find himself pushed back behind the equally tall male as the glass actually made contact with his clothing. A few small shards tore through his clothing and found it's way into his skin. There wasn't any registry of pain at first, he'd smelled the blood before he felt the pain. Takane didn't react after either, rather he picked the shards from his skin and dropped them on the ground. Holding one wound in particular that was the worst. Maybe it was unusual for a v-class subject to be able to ignore blood, but he'd never found it particularly hard. He was a different subject he assumed, but then he'd had two years here. Takane's calm nature didn't waver after the incident. "That was unlucky. It must've been put in incorrectly.... Are you alright?" Takane turned around this time, he didn't really notice that all his actions had been fast in light of human reactions. Had Dr. Connel even noticed the fixture's odd sound? His grip tightened on his own arm, the pain finally registered. That was strange too... He'd probably just bandage it up and they could continue.
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