kitkatieJoin Date: 2008-07-04
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I woke up in a hospital, my hands back on. The whole school field trip incident must have been a dream. I turned my hands over to make sure, then realized I had small black dots on the joints of my hands. I wiggled my fingers just to make sure they were real when a doctor came in. "Ah, I see your hands are functioning properly!" he exclaimed in an Austrian accent. "I am Dr. Vieden, Robotic Replacement Underground Nerve-rewirer, or RRUN for short. I am part of a top-secret, or 'underground' agency that has discovered a way to attatch wires to nerves, creating stronger, more durable bionic appendages. Would you please show me you can hold this clipboard?" he explained, handing me the clipboard. I grabbed it, but crushed the edge. "Ah, I see," he muttered and wrote something ona notepad. "Very well, please follow me," he said and brought me to a large room full of different room-sized cubicles. He lead me to an empty cubicle, then handed me a sheet. "Fill in the spaces and hang it outside your door. So long, for now," he said, leaving the large room and locking the door. It was a sheet to describe how I wanted my room to look. I was trapped until I learned to use my new joints in this ironicly jointed room.
Basic Story:
Everyone has a room-sized cubicle in a large room. They can visit other cubicles, but they can never leave the room save to eat and shower. There is a bathroom much like a public bathroom at the end of the room, with a girls' side and a boys' side. You have to stay until your bionic training is complete. There are black dots on your bionic joints.
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Name: Adrian Ioulia. (I-OH-lee-ah.)
A_g_e: 15.
Gender: Male.
Appearance: About 5'10, with unkempt black hair. His facial features are what you would say, 'normal', and his eyes are a deep hazel. He's well built and muscular in his arms, because he couldn't use his legs until now.
Clothes: A horizontally red and grey striped hoody, black jeans, and black and white converse.
Items: Nothing, really, except for his wallet, which probably won't be much use here.
Room decor: Red walls and ceiling, with a beige carpet floor. As you walk in, there's a black bean bag chair in the far left corner, as well as a computer on a desk just to your right. (He only uses it to play games.) A large black and red checkered bed sits in the right corner, and a small bedside table with a lamp on it is next to it. He also has a TV in the middle of the left wall.
Bionic Body part: both of his legs, from the knees down.
Personality: Kind, but his temper can flare sometimes. Shy because he didn't have many friends at home.
Bio: Adrian lived in a small house in San Francisco until he was 4, when his parents devorced, and he went to live with his Mom in Illinois. When he turned 6 he was in a car crash that took both of his legs, therefore restricting him to a wheelchair until his Mom could scrape up the money for prosthetic legs.
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kitkatieJoin Date: 2008-07-04
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Na.me: Jack Heart
A.ge: 11
Gen.der: F
Appearance: Electric blue, jaw-length, wavy hair, green eyes, pale, smooth skin with light freckles across my nose.
Clothes: A loose, white, see-through v-neck with a black tanktop underneath, dark bootcut jeans, flat, ankle-high, black suede boots.
Items: A box of ribbon, a needle and thread, a sharpie, a pet raven.
Room decor: Light grey walls with black music notes painted on one wall, metallic furniture, black and white striped bed, one black pillow, one white pillow, and one red throw pillow. Red accents all over.
Bionic Body part: My hands.
Personality: Bipolar, lively.
Bio: My hands got crushed off when my friend and I were lying on our bellies at a school field trip, shooing a squirrel away from in front of the bus. The driver didn't realize we were there and started to drive. He drove over my hands, but my friend was okay.
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kitkatieJoin Date: 2008-07-04
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(Accepted, and I trust you as an admin.)
I walked around in my room a bit, hearing conversation in the cubicle beside mine. |
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(Thank you.)
"Is everything to your specifications?" The scientist asked Adrian. He looked around the room.
"Yes, it's all here. Thanks." Adrian said. The scientist nodded and walked out of the room. Adrian couldn't believe it. He had his legs back! After 9 long years of being in a wheelchair, he could finally walk again! He attempted to walk over to his computer desk, but nearly fell over and had to grab onto his swiveling chair for support. So his legs were still wobbly, but he'd get used to them. |
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kitkatieJoin Date: 2008-07-04
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I attempted to pick up a plastic cup of tea I had been brought, but I accidentally crushed it. I pushed a button near the door of my cubicle to page a care-taker, then asked for a metal cup. |
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Robot304Join Date: 2009-01-01
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Name: Xavier Boticelli.
A/g/e: 15.
Gender: Male.
Appearance: Black hair, cacausian skin. Tall, muscular build. Both of his pupils are black, and black blotches are everywhere on his eyes.
Clothes: A black hoodie, jeans, black sneakers, dark blue fingerless gloves.
Items: A deck of cards.
Room decor: White, smooth concrete walls, a wooden chair and table, and a simple bed.
Bionic Body part: His eyes.
Personality: Very quiet, keeps to himself.
Bio: Suffered from an accident that made him blind, and plays solitare to help him get used to his eyes. He always played solitare, even before the accident. |
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kitkatieJoin Date: 2008-07-04
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(Accepted)
I grabbed the cup, only smushing it a little, then sipped the tea and walked out of my room. I was wondering what kind of interesting people lived at the RRUN Center by now. |
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apuapuJoin Date: 2008-08-31
Post Count: 1930 |
I have been trying to get my post through but it says that when ever I post I am breakign a rule and that something in my post ins somehow bad or something. |
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kitkatieJoin Date: 2008-07-04
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(Try putting a dot in the middle of name and age.) |
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Robot304Join Date: 2009-01-01
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I sat in the chair in my room, a game of solitare spread out on the table in front of me. I just began the game when I realized that this game was impossible to win. Too bad, I thought. I walked, no, stumbled onto my cot. I laid down and took a nap, I had nothing else to do. |
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podraptorJoin Date: 2008-10-13
Post Count: 19826 |
Name: Tom Slaig
Ag.e: 14
Gender: Male
Appearance: 6,1" Tall, Dark Brown Eyes, Medium Built Body, Brown Flat Messy Hair, White Skin.
Clothes: Grey Cotton Hoodie, Worn Blue Jeans, Used White Nike Running Shoes.
Items: Brown Wallet containing $15, Pocket Knife the Scientests forgot to take, Picture of an Eye.
Room decor: White Room with a Bed that reminded him of his days as a child at camp. Nothing relly much more except for a White Table with objects to help master his New Limbs.
Bionic Body part: Limbs.
Personality: Bright, Helpful, Willing, Kind.
Bio: After a car accident, he had to be replaced with bionic limbs, his parents, however, Did not survive. He is beginning to walk around with his legs, since he loved running and was usually more quick than others before the crash.
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samski11Join Date: 2009-01-03
Post Count: 6673 |
Joining) |
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kitkatieJoin Date: 2008-07-04
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(Accepted.)
I opened the nearest door, to find a patient who didn't look like he was bionic at all. (Xavier) "Hi," I said, then realized I had mostly crushed the door knob. |
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podraptorJoin Date: 2008-10-13
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As I carefully removed my pocket knife in my Bionic hand, I grinned in achievement. If the Scientists found out about this, they'd probably let me keep it. The only thing negative was that my Bionic hand was shaking while holding my knife. After some concentration, it stopped shaking and I began moving my hand around with the knife. I smiled. |
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podraptorJoin Date: 2008-10-13
Post Count: 19826 |
(into* Not 'in'. Sorry.) |
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samski11Join Date: 2009-01-03
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Patient CS:
Name: Sam Henry
Ag.e: 13
Gender:M
Appearance:Tall, skinny, Short brown tousled hair, Green Eyes, Thin Lips, Small Nose.
Clothes: Plain Black T-shirt, Dark Blue Jeans, White lace-up trainers with a single black stripe on each side the laces are white as well, Black satchel bag with a white logo on the side shaped like an outline of a mountain on the front flap, grey netting on the bag inside, very dark grey shoulder strap with a pad on it.
Items: Nothing
Room decor: white walls,white ceiling,Blue bed set and drawers,wooden desk in corner,Bookshelf with only a few books,Shelves above bed
Bionic Body part: Left Arm slightly chunkier than regular human right arm,Right Eye (although hardly notice able)
Personality: Generous, Honest, Entertaining, Diligent, Good Company,Protective.
Bio: Sam's house suffered a fire and his arm was caught under debris burning it horribly until it had to be removed,his Eye was fine he wonders why they changed it. |
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kitkatieJoin Date: 2008-07-04
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(Accepted, brb, haven't eaten yet and its 11:30.) |
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samski11Join Date: 2009-01-03
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I fill in the form and hang it on the door then I sit outside the door,waiting. |
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podraptorJoin Date: 2008-10-13
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After I put the knife down, I got pretty thirsty. I grabbed the glass of water on the table, crushing it and letting the water flow down the table. I put my Wet hand on my face and sighed with my head down. Well, atleast I achieved something... |
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podraptorJoin Date: 2008-10-13
Post Count: 19826 |
I then notice the forum on the table. I carefully grab the pencil from the table and start to swing it around in writing form. Luckily, I did not crush the pencil, so I started filling out the forum carefully. From the glass of water, I learned that I should take things into step by step. |
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Adrian sat down in the chair, booted up the computer, and put the Left 4 Dead 2 disk in the drive. |
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Name: Project 667 (No-one knows his real name)
Ag.e: 18 (Probably)
Gender: Male
Appearance: A greyed blue pair of jeans, with a huge hole behind both of his knees, revealing hundreds of crisscrossing black dot lines. He wears soleless blue converse shoes, witht he shoelaces untied, and the plastic tips torn off. He wears a basic black long-sleeved shirt, with 667 roughly sliced into it, almost camoflauged with the shirt because of the amount of black lines underneath, and semi hidden by his tattered blue/white/black check overshirt. Pale skin, with long fingered, semi-boney hands, and a gaunt face. Thin lipped, and a small nostriled nose, and one pink eye ringed with red, from extreme crying, and black, from sleep depriviation. The other eye is a strange mix of a glowing red, with what seems to be moving spoldges of green, which up close, seem to be codes of text, floating around his iris. Long white hair, all the way down to his waist, with a black stripe on one side. A battered ring around his finger, with an Omega sign bejewelled on it, and a Claddah ring, with an obsidian skull instead of a heart.
Clothes: As above :P
Items: His rings, which are extremley precious to him, and a notebook, with tons of poem fragments, and small pictures.
Room decor: Strange. Before he went insane, discovering his terrifying secret, he decided to paint his walls black and red, have a thick red carpeted floor, and a long bed with black sheets and pillow in the top left corner, as well as a mahogany desk, closet, and drawers. He now, around his bed wall, has tons of notebook papers stuck to it, and 667 knifed occasionally across the walls, in a rough fashion.
Bionic Body part: Most of his body. The only remaining human parts are one eye, one foot, descluding his ankle, and one arm, his left one.
Personality: Quiet, Parinoid, Violent around people asking too many questions, and people he doesn't trust.
Bio: 667 used to be a calm, relaxed teen, until a horrifying accident, where he was crushed by a twelve wheeler on the motorway, after his dru.gged up al.choholic parents threw him out of the car, leaving him to die. He was then taken by RRUN, who took care of him, saying, through his sleeping injections and pills, what there had only been minor tweaks, and he was fine. When he came off the dru.gs, he realised that it was more then minor, and tumbled into a dark, parinoid, utterly crushed corner of his mind.
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kitkatieJoin Date: 2008-07-04
Post Count: 13302 |
I closed the door and opened the next one. |
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kitkatieJoin Date: 2008-07-04
Post Count: 13302 |
(Accepted.)
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