Scientific Notations

With a loud sigh, I sat up and looked around. A nurse or something of the sort stood over me. I cracked my neck and looked at her.

"...What did I do now?" I asked quietly, not wanting to anger the person. Instead of holding eye contact, I quickly looked at my hands again.

The 'nurse or something of the sort' explained how she was given a medicine to recover her stamina. The 'nurse' also explained to the experiment that she has a big day ahead of her and exited the cell. (As it had recently just passed Lunch Time.)

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I entered the Examination Room to o see Experiment Two-Twenty-Two strapped to a table with a Conductant still in his neck. "Did you find anything?" I asked the Examiner.

"There is nothing out of the ordinary. Two-Twenty-Two's ability makes his emotions highly unstable, as you know. Has he been stressed?"

I thought about it for a moment. Was he? His daily bullying was averted, but I doubt that would change anything. I pondered a bit more. The examiner gave me a worried look, asking me what was wrong. I shook my head. "I haven't a clue. He seemed fine until he attacked Five-Seventeen."

"We will monitor him for the next week. His abilities may be corrupting him further. There is no sign of this, but you know protocol."

I nodded. I knew that wasn't the issue. He was angered when I explained Seize's ability. Could he feel threatened? I left the room, heading back to One-Ninety-Two's cell room.

I watched the "nurse" exit. As soon as I heard my door shut, I went into the bathroom and began splashing large amounts of water onto my face. What did she mean by big day? I dried my face off and started pacing about the cell.

I soon found myself lying on the table in my cell, lost in thought. The guards outside my cell were talking about something in hushed whispers. Something about a trial. I could care less, though. It had nothing to do with me, so I wouldn't worry about it. I knew I had another test in another few hours, so I suppose I'd be forced to fight another experiment either today or tomorrow. All for the amusement of ignorant fools.

I stopped my pacing and looked at the white-coat.

"What's wrong with me...?" I asked blankly, looking down at my hands. "I was fine before I woke up on that table last year!" Feeling the tears welling up, I turned away. "There's something wrong with me... I know it. That guard with the electric abilities knows it. Im pretty sure you know it."

I turned back to face him, a serious expression on me. With a sigh, I shook my head as well.

"Then nobody wants to explain to me what my 'Big Day' is..."

"Of course I do. Thats the last place I remember being, before I woke up." I snorted. "What does that have to do with anyt- Oh no.... Are you saying that I...."

Great. Just fantastic. Now I can live the life long dream of getting killed in front of a crowd of people! I put my hands to my head and closed my eyes.

"Am I... Am I going to die out there?"

"So im betting my life... for the amusement of a crowd?" I sighed again. "I guess I don't have a choice, do I... Can I know who or what my opponent is? Or is that going to be something that is a crowd pleaser as well?" I ploppped back down onto the table and asked one of the most serious questions I would probably ever ask.

".....Will I ever get to go home?"

I watched him leave. Right then and there, my hopes of leaving were crushed... Or were they? I wanted to get out of here, and I was pretty sure that many others did as well. I smirked to myself and turned away from the door.

As for my evaluation, I guess they'll come for me when its time. But what did he mean by they had no clue what my ability was? He's a white coat! Shouldn't they have it documented or something?

I lay back down on the table and yawned loudly. May as well sleep my wait off. They can wake me when its time. I felt my eyes shut as I drifted off into a sleep.

I lay there on my bed staring up out of the skylight in my room. a heavy rain was falling and lightning struck fast. It was beautiful. My bedroom door opened and my little brother, Koda, walked in.

"Hey Lori?" He asked.
"hm?"
"Why do you like the rain so much?"

I sighed and sat up. With a light grin, i motioned for him to sit next to me. I looked back up through the skylight.

"To me, rain is one of the world's emotions. When the day is bright and sunny, the world is in a good mood. When its raining, the world is upset. It seems to cry for help, yet no one wants to help it. I like the rain because I can relate to it. There are points in life where one cries for help, but no one bothers to help them."

Koda looked at me with a questionable look on his face.

" You cry for help?, Sis?"
"...Yes Koda. I do."
"If you ever need help, I'll help you!" he said hugging me.

I laughed and the two of us lay down, watching the rain, hearing it hit the glass.

I began to cry in my sleep.

(GAWD IM SO LAET. PLZ FURGIEV MEH.)

Dr. Solomon H. Lockardson
“Philosopher”
Conducts experiments directed by The Administrator.
*Complete Access of the Laboratory by use of I.D. Card*
-Undying loyalty to the Administrator and colleagues.
(Co Founder & Corrupt Scientist)

Dr. Lockardson, age 38, is a Philosopher and also, like Rizu, is one of the founders of "The Journey". As a young man, Solomon was heavily influenced by the great wonders of a utopian world, and as he grew and obtained several years worth of intelligence, he came across a foundation of modern science and enrolled into its system out of curiosity. From what he understood, they shared the same dreams, the same kind of feeling towards the future of the world. But there was a horrid price: this DNA transfusion carried a high death rate along with it. Thus, there was a large number of casualties that came with testing, and many honorable doctors and scientists went down with their work. Among these people was Solomon's dear wife, Joyce, who was a young and enthusiastic nurse, who was merely trying to help her husband's cause. So young, so full of life...

While Solomon entered a deep depression, he pursued his work, trying to make the DNA perfect, so his wife's life would not have been lost in vain. In this point in time, he most often associates with Rizu, his favorite colleague (compared to a few of the others whom he couldn't really stand), and had just gotten back from a recon trip...

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"It's been about two years since we were last here," Solomon said, talking to himself after being let through the main floor by two well-armed security guards. "I'm sure Rizu has gotten some new experiments by now. Though number two-twenty-two was indeed deemed as a 'surviver type'. Perhaps we should make a stop to his cell. I hope the boy hasn't gotten into too much trouble since we left..."

The deranged doctor marched through the corridors and headed toward the cell where Shock should have been kept. He had hoped that they hadn't switched the room around, but as he approached the room, he smelled the air.

Tranquilizer fluid.

Knocking on his door, in the usual way of course - 3 knocks and a palm press against the cold steel - he hoped that he was in there.

((AWL ISH FURGIFFEN. SKYPE?!?)) *is letting jordan post*

(YAY TANKS. Not yet skyping - just came on here to finish some posts and then I have to work on some speed draws and contest prizes. Later though, okie?)
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"Experiment two-twenty-two. Ah, what two years can do to a man! I see they're letting you grow out a bit of facial hair," Solomon smiled as he entered the room, his long white labcoat brushing against the ground as he swooped in. He was a rather tall man, about 6'4", and buttoned his coat all the way up his neck. Looking down at the experiment, he spoke again.

"Don't you remember me? I'm Dr. Lockardson, one of your superiors. I've been busy on a recon trip for the past two years, so please, if you will, excuse my long absence. How have things been going, Shock?"

He wanted to hear how he got tranquilized straight from the horse's mouth.

I could feel myself shifting uneasily in my sleep as a simple memory became a nightmare...

I sat there next to my injured brother, holding tightly to his hand, as the ambulance we were in sped down the road. Koda was just hit by a speeding truck when he was crossing the street to come home, right in front of the house.

"Koda, please... Stay with me!" I whispered through tears. "Who else will help me when i cry for it?"

Koda slowly looked over to me, a pained grin forming under his oxygen mask. He took his hand out of mina and put it to my face.

"Don' cry, sis. I wan o see you smile..." he choked out, his shattered ribs imparing his speech slightly. ((Cant pronounce the letter T))

Tears still streaming, I gave him a heartful smile. Probably the last he will ever see.

"ah's be'er... hank you Lori. I love you, sis."

His last words.

I rolled over and fell off the table with a loud bang. I didn't bother getting up.

I sat up on the table that dominated most of my cell, thoughts rolling at high speeds. Obviously, I could do nothing about the Shock situation, so it would be better to push the incident to the side for the moment. There were more important matters, I suppose. The guards were antsy. Was it the trial they mentioned?

I thought for a moment. Honestly, I was horribly lacking in physical prowess. Maybe I could learn a few pointers by watching the Trial? I swung myself off the table completely, dropping to the floor and walking towards the guard slowly.

"Yeah. Yeah, I am."

I still lay there on the floor, probably easily mistaken for being knocked out. I wanted to wake up, but this sleep was too great for me. I needed my energy. No clue what I was gonna fight. No clue what was gonna happen. Hell, I had no idea how these shows even worked...

Real Name-John Doe
Experiment # 922 - Code Name: Clone
-Duplication-
*This experiment has the ability to duplicate (him/her)self only once.*
“This experiment’s loyalty to the philosophers is so great, they allow him/her to work as security in the Museum”
{Brainwashed}

* patrolling the hallways of the museum* How bothersome *sighs loudly*


Real Name- Chris ??????
Provides the Administrator with Advice
*Full Access of All Resources except from the Administrative Office*
-Working directly under the Administrator, the Advisor plans to bring The Journey down to ashes.
(Corrupt Scientist)

*Walking down a long hallway and holding a clipboard* This will be the best experiment yet!!! *looks at the clipboard which only has the words "Rocket fist" and "Laser eyes" crudely written* Awesome!