Oh Peter~ [open]

[sonya]

Sneak Sneak Sneak that would be the sound if it had one of a certain test subject making her way deviously down the hall heading towards the staff dorms. A set of dog ears as well as a fluffy tail is what gave this being away, and why she was able to sneak so well...cause the guards over looked her. she was very loyal to one man and one man only, a scientist named Peter....for some reason or another Sonya had taken up with him, imprinted on him if you will. She was more dog like than human anymore sniffing at the air her ears shifting from side to side with every sound that was made. She was being careful...an odd smell came from the direction of her man I mean Peters room's direction and she had to investigate!!

she slinked down the hall barefooted and in her Pj's...what little of them she had. once she reached his door she pondered going in or not...she knew he had a daughter and it could very well be her...but she had to know for sure!! she pulled a thin card from her pocket and slid it into the door facing fooling with the lock until she managed to get it open. she moved into the apartment and closed the door behind her dropping to all fours as she maneuvered around the apartment. she had been in here before so she knew the basic lay out.

she crawled back to where she remembered his room being, though she didn't get to go into it before. she was still on all fours so occasionally the sounds of her hitting her head or her tail knocking stuff over could be heard. she finally made it to his room pushing the door open she stayed low to the ground her ears pressed back to her head. she couldnt figure out what the smell was but it smelled an awful lot like apples!

There he was laying down asleep , she couldn't resist the erge to move over to him and start poking at him like a child would if she was trying to wake her father. she poked at his arm at first and with no reaction she began to move up, innocent like a child she didnt think much on it at the time.

[Peter Connel]

Sleep. At last sleep. Peter had been drinking before he went to bed, and he was dead tired anyway. He needed this break after a grueling 8 hour surgery he had to perform. After almost loosing the test subject twice it was still a bit surprising they pulled through. another surgery was waiting for him tomorrow. Doing this job was hard work in a way. His emotions over all this were actually pretty mixed. You wouldn't know that of course because he was always as blank as the eye-killing white walls of this building.

The sounds Sonya made as she snuck into his room didn't come close to stirring him. He was out cold... Well until something started poking him. It was an annoyance easily ignored at first. But as it traveled up to his shoulder he stirred. He sat up and grumbled. Looking for whatever in the dark was poking him, he reached over and turned on the lamp. Soft light lit the room and he was a bit surprised to find Sonya there. "Good grief... What are you doing in here?" He asked, previously thinking it was most likely Anya.

His dirty blond hair was down, falling a little past his shoulders. His eyes were narrowed and though his face seemed pretty much neutral their was annoyance written underneath and it was a little bit noticeable. Peter was an attractive man. Now he was wearing a loose t-shirt, it was gray and pretty generic. Along with a black pair of shorts. From what he could see Sonya was also in her pj's so it meant she was supposed to be sleeping now. "Why aren't you sleeping?" He asked. He had thought Anya would be here so he was sort of in parental mode, but all he really wanted to do was go back to sleep and have Sonya go away. As soon as he fixed the problem that might happen.

For once Peter wasn't wearing the bandages that usually covered his scars. In the soft light they were dark against his skin. There were clear marks of barbed wire around his neck and wrists. The word beloved was carved onto his skin. He usually covered up the gruesome scars, but he didn't sleep with them covered. Sonya would be able to see them since no fabric or covering was on them. For Peter the scars only brought back bad memories.