The Lab
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(Eh.....sorry you guys. School has been taking up most of my time. I'll have something posted when I get home.)
I could care less if I am a "freak". I don't care what other people think about me. I am me. I am different from the masses of society in unique and profound ways, anyway. Being physically different would trouble me not
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Jack Silverson was drug out of the experiment room by the gaurds who tossed him back into his cell. He was 24 and had been in the lab for a good 4 years. His change was almost complete except for the unexpected shifting. He was currently in his highbred form. He is around 8 feet tall and appears much like a crocodile. He has a large tail and is very powerful. His hands are tipped with deadly claws. In his mouth there are two pointed fangs amongst rows of sharp teeth. His poision can be injected via bitting or sprayed. His eyes are yellow with slit pupils like a reptile. His skin is like a crocodiles armored perfect for deflecting blows. He slowly sits up his reptilian eyes focusing on everyone there. He was in a new cell. No longer isolated from the other prisioners. He could only wonder how come. Before the scientist were afraid he'd attack the other prisioners now it didn't seem to be a concern. He stood up and noticed someone who appeared mostly human. A girl at that. He looked over to the bat like creature on his left. He deffinatly was confused. He had no idea he was in his highbred state. "What's going on here?" He said to anyone who had ears to hear.
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The bright light hanging overhead is blinding. Michael slowly opens his eyes. At first he feels nothing but the tingleness in his arm and neck. He tries to sit up and does with a great effort. Then he gets a cramp in his stomack. He doubles over. Michael rushes to the toilet and vomits bile. He starts to shake as the next step of the transfermation takes place.
A pain like before starts. Michael grabs his sides and falls over, riving in pain. He forces his eyes open to watch himself transform.
He looks down at his callised hands in horror. His fingers shorten a little more while his palms get thicker. His nails grow an increadible amount. Then he looks at his arm and sees the hair, once brown, now black and bushy. Clumps of his new fur start to grow from his pours. A pressure starts to build in his face. He watches as his nose grows away from him and into a pre muzzle. His toung lengthens and his canines grow sharper. Suddenly there's a poping sound. He realizes that his ears have become pointed and are moving to the top of his head. He looks down at his feet and sees them arch and thin out. His toes lengthen. Then the same callis that was on his palms now appears on the bottoms of his feet. He can feel the joins in his knees shifting and the bones in his body lengthening. Behind him, a small tail starts to protrude from his tailbone. It's furless but quickly gains a small amount.
His small transformation feels like it lasted an eterinity but it slows down. He waits as the pain turns into a throb. Then he slowly pushes himself up with one hand and stands on his semi digitigrade paw/feet. He looks down at his pre transformed body and lets out a whimper. Like what he is, it sounds like a canine's. His ears, now flexible go down as he walks to his bed. He lays there, weak and depressed from his transformation.
Just as he's on the verge of sleep, his doctor walks in by herself. He glares at her and she smiles back at him. "Aww is the puppy sad?" She pulls out he pen and clip board and starts to scribe notes on it. "Hmm, I guess we can still save this expiriment after all..." Michael looks up at her. "What are you talking about?" He snaps. She looks at him with a frown. "I don't have to tell an animal what I'm planning, especially not a freak." Michael can feel another growl start in his throat. He stops himself from getting up and throwing himself against the cage. He simply lays his head down and turns his back to her. She finishes her notes and puts the pen away. "Today is your birthday, is it not?" Michael doesn't move. He concentrates on the wall infront of him. "Well I'll have one of the guards send in a chew toy and a bone for you to knaw on." She grins as the hair on Michael's neck bristles. He turns and looks her in the eye. She stands her ground and stares back. "Tsk Tsk, the puppy isn't getting mad is he? Or maybe I should call you mutt?" Michael growls. Just as he's about to get up she says, "I'm busy and I don't have time to mess with you anymore." She starts to walk way. Checking the other cells on her way out. Michael, angery and depressed attacks his mattress. Shreading it with his claws and sinking his teeth in it. Oh how he wished it was her neck. He finally tires himself out and lays in the pile of mattress, staring off into nothing.
A pain like before starts. Michael grabs his sides and falls over, riving in pain. He forces his eyes open to watch himself transform.
He looks down at his callised hands in horror. His fingers shorten a little more while his palms get thicker. His nails grow an increadible amount. Then he looks at his arm and sees the hair, once brown, now black and bushy. Clumps of his new fur start to grow from his pours. A pressure starts to build in his face. He watches as his nose grows away from him and into a pre muzzle. His toung lengthens and his canines grow sharper. Suddenly there's a poping sound. He realizes that his ears have become pointed and are moving to the top of his head. He looks down at his feet and sees them arch and thin out. His toes lengthen. Then the same callis that was on his palms now appears on the bottoms of his feet. He can feel the joins in his knees shifting and the bones in his body lengthening. Behind him, a small tail starts to protrude from his tailbone. It's furless but quickly gains a small amount.
His small transformation feels like it lasted an eterinity but it slows down. He waits as the pain turns into a throb. Then he slowly pushes himself up with one hand and stands on his semi digitigrade paw/feet. He looks down at his pre transformed body and lets out a whimper. Like what he is, it sounds like a canine's. His ears, now flexible go down as he walks to his bed. He lays there, weak and depressed from his transformation.
Just as he's on the verge of sleep, his doctor walks in by herself. He glares at her and she smiles back at him. "Aww is the puppy sad?" She pulls out he pen and clip board and starts to scribe notes on it. "Hmm, I guess we can still save this expiriment after all..." Michael looks up at her. "What are you talking about?" He snaps. She looks at him with a frown. "I don't have to tell an animal what I'm planning, especially not a freak." Michael can feel another growl start in his throat. He stops himself from getting up and throwing himself against the cage. He simply lays his head down and turns his back to her. She finishes her notes and puts the pen away. "Today is your birthday, is it not?" Michael doesn't move. He concentrates on the wall infront of him. "Well I'll have one of the guards send in a chew toy and a bone for you to knaw on." She grins as the hair on Michael's neck bristles. He turns and looks her in the eye. She stands her ground and stares back. "Tsk Tsk, the puppy isn't getting mad is he? Or maybe I should call you mutt?" Michael growls. Just as he's about to get up she says, "I'm busy and I don't have time to mess with you anymore." She starts to walk way. Checking the other cells on her way out. Michael, angery and depressed attacks his mattress. Shreading it with his claws and sinking his teeth in it. Oh how he wished it was her neck. He finally tires himself out and lays in the pile of mattress, staring off into nothing.
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BlackWolfDS
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Re: The Lab
((Anubis, i think it's too early for escape.))
((give it some time))Silverclaw wrote: -Oh and no escaping from lab and freeing everybody right away. Wheres the fun in that?
- Anook
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(Well, if you guys want to go ahead and break out, then I guess I'll be out of the RP. Which is my fault since I didn't start my character in the middle of her tranformation like all of you did. I was planning on sticking her in the tank for a little bit, or have Dr. Johnson creat some new serum that would speed up the tranformation and allow the subject to tranform within a couple of months or less. Anyways, I don't think its going too slow, but thats just me.)
I could care less if I am a "freak". I don't care what other people think about me. I am me. I am different from the masses of society in unique and profound ways, anyway. Being physically different would trouble me not
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(I personaly don't think it's going to slow. I think it's way early for an escape. If this is the plan I'll have to adjust, but it certainly won't be as fun as it could have been. Just an oppinon on my part. No personal offence meant.- King)
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(MMM..............maybe Silverclaw or someone can move the RP along.
Here, she could type about...like....over the next couple of months, this and this happened. Characters finished their transformation(including mine) and then one day, something out of the ordinary happens and we all jump back in. It just takes one post. It might be along post, but its only one.)
Here, she could type about...like....over the next couple of months, this and this happened. Characters finished their transformation(including mine) and then one day, something out of the ordinary happens and we all jump back in. It just takes one post. It might be along post, but its only one.)
I could care less if I am a "freak". I don't care what other people think about me. I am me. I am different from the masses of society in unique and profound ways, anyway. Being physically different would trouble me not
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(Alright, I'll wait for the changed post until I continue. Thanks for your coperation Anubis. - King)
(Edit: Since I am not one for double posting I thought I'd edit and ask if anyone wants to just move on as if Anubis didn't escape? No offence Anubis, but since you agreed to change your post I thought it might be simplest.- King)
(Edit: Since I am not one for double posting I thought I'd edit and ask if anyone wants to just move on as if Anubis didn't escape? No offence Anubis, but since you agreed to change your post I thought it might be simplest.- King)
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(Well, I'm not one for double posting, but I can always remove this if we didn't want to continue this along.)
Jack Silverson watched as his question fell on deaf ears. His reptilian eyes glanced around observing the strange aray of creatures. He had never seen anything like this before. He really wasn't sure what to make of it.
Jack Silverson watched as his question fell on deaf ears. His reptilian eyes glanced around observing the strange aray of creatures. He had never seen anything like this before. He really wasn't sure what to make of it.
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(ooc: I know I've been bad; I'll post to this either later on in the night or tommorow! In the mean time, here is a couple of my char pictures...
Toby: http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/39869934/
Cher: http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/397 ... ort%3Atime )
Toby: http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/39869934/
Cher: http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/397 ... ort%3Atime )
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(ooc: Thanks
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Toby watched silently as one of the lab techs taunted Michael cruely. He turned his gaze away, 'Theres nothing I can do...' he thought sadly. The girl was brought in, placed back in her previous cell. He could see the marks of where the needles had been stuck in her was. He offered her a small smile, vainly trying to lift her spirits. His pointed ear flicked at the newcomer's question. He was like a huge croc; 'Never seen him around before...' Nervously, Toby cleared his throat; "Well, your on the main holding floor for us experiments now..." He pressed his head up against the bars, trying to get a better look of him. "Looks like you've been here a while as well. How long have you been here?" Cher still layed on her bed, blanket wrapped tightly around her shivering body. She felt sick, and sore all over. Any other time she would of been the one asking questions from everyone; but she always got sick and feverish after a large injection like today.
"Busy day today huh?" Toby said with a nervous chucle, tail twitching back and forth again. "Well, for anyone who doesnt know yet, I'm Toby; and thats Cher over there," he said, gestering with his tail.
Toby watched silently as one of the lab techs taunted Michael cruely. He turned his gaze away, 'Theres nothing I can do...' he thought sadly. The girl was brought in, placed back in her previous cell. He could see the marks of where the needles had been stuck in her was. He offered her a small smile, vainly trying to lift her spirits. His pointed ear flicked at the newcomer's question. He was like a huge croc; 'Never seen him around before...' Nervously, Toby cleared his throat; "Well, your on the main holding floor for us experiments now..." He pressed his head up against the bars, trying to get a better look of him. "Looks like you've been here a while as well. How long have you been here?" Cher still layed on her bed, blanket wrapped tightly around her shivering body. She felt sick, and sore all over. Any other time she would of been the one asking questions from everyone; but she always got sick and feverish after a large injection like today.
"Busy day today huh?" Toby said with a nervous chucle, tail twitching back and forth again. "Well, for anyone who doesnt know yet, I'm Toby; and thats Cher over there," he said, gestering with his tail.
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BlackWolfDS
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Michael's eyes are glazed over with hatred. His doctor's face keeps coming to mind. Her and her taunting laugh. Uncontrolably, Michael growls and snarls at something that is not there. Little by little, he begins to come back. He looks around and finds himself, curled up in the streaded remains of his mattress. He looks up. His cell looks the same. He lets out a whimper and lays his head down on a chunk of fabric.
Suddenly a guard comes in. Michael's new ears twist to track the sound of the guard's breathing and foot steps. The guard stops at his cell. Michael looks up and growls. The guard simply stares and then pushes a small package through a small hole. Then he stands up straight and walks briskly out the door. Michael watches the guard until he leaves, then his attension is put on the box. The box is the size of shoe box. Michael stands. He does not notice the way he stands on his semi digitigrade paw/feet and callesed hands. The box has a tempting smell to it. Michael goes to the box carefully and sniffs at it. "Nothing to suspicious." He proceeds to open it. When the lid is off he stares at it's contents. A rubber chew toy and raw hide bow are found. Michael's blood starts to boil. He grabs the contentd of the box and throws then out of his cell. Both go flying until they hit the door at the end of the hall. Michael goes back to his mattress pile and plops down. He lets out a low gowl of annoyance and anger and then lays his head down.
Suddenly a guard comes in. Michael's new ears twist to track the sound of the guard's breathing and foot steps. The guard stops at his cell. Michael looks up and growls. The guard simply stares and then pushes a small package through a small hole. Then he stands up straight and walks briskly out the door. Michael watches the guard until he leaves, then his attension is put on the box. The box is the size of shoe box. Michael stands. He does not notice the way he stands on his semi digitigrade paw/feet and callesed hands. The box has a tempting smell to it. Michael goes to the box carefully and sniffs at it. "Nothing to suspicious." He proceeds to open it. When the lid is off he stares at it's contents. A rubber chew toy and raw hide bow are found. Michael's blood starts to boil. He grabs the contentd of the box and throws then out of his cell. Both go flying until they hit the door at the end of the hall. Michael goes back to his mattress pile and plops down. He lets out a low gowl of annoyance and anger and then lays his head down.
When Jim came to he found himself in a small office.
"Your training is going to begin in a few weeks, but it can't really start untill your atitude changes."
"Tell me about my family first."
"Why don't you just ask your nephew? He's downstairs now." the man smiled, but it wasn't a good smile.
"You. . . you kidnaped Michael." jim hung his head, emotions running crazy
"Fu*k you! You took childeren, you're a sick bastard"
"guards, put this experiment back with the others"
As the were taking jim back he suddenly snapped, he kicked one of the guards in the gut, and tore the head off another one, a third managed to sedate him. Jim fell to the floor, asleep.
"Your training is going to begin in a few weeks, but it can't really start untill your atitude changes."
"Tell me about my family first."
"Why don't you just ask your nephew? He's downstairs now." the man smiled, but it wasn't a good smile.
"You. . . you kidnaped Michael." jim hung his head, emotions running crazy
"Fu*k you! You took childeren, you're a sick bastard"
"guards, put this experiment back with the others"
As the were taking jim back he suddenly snapped, he kicked one of the guards in the gut, and tore the head off another one, a third managed to sedate him. Jim fell to the floor, asleep.
Dulce et decorum est pro patria mori 
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Silverson looked at the boy who was speaking to him. He took a step closer his reptialian body could be seen in full view. His eyes focused on the creature infront of him. Then he heard the question. "I've been here for four years. They've never put me on the main block before." As he spoke the fangs inside his mouth could be seen. He cast a look over to Cher as Toby introduced her. He understood all to well about why she was sick. He then looked back to Toby and nodded as he introduced himself. "I'm Jack Silverson. Most just call me Silver." He spoke simply almost as if his thoughts had gone to another time and space. A better time. A time when he wasn't whatever he was now.
(Just a small note to everyone. I won't be able to come online until mid-week. I am moving. Thank you in advance for your understanding. - King)
(Just a small note to everyone. I won't be able to come online until mid-week. I am moving. Thank you in advance for your understanding. - King)
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Michael looks up to see Chloe attacking a guard. When he's on the floor uncouncious, a male doctor, his doctor and some guards run in. Michael decides not to listen but watch. He watches Chloe go through more of her transformation. He watches as the guards take away their wounded friend. And he watches the male doctor give Chloe another shot. When the male doctor leaves, Michael notices his own doctor still standing outside of Chloe's cell. She takes out a pen and starts scribbling some note. "Quit an annoying habbit." Michael thinks.
Just as his doctor turns towards the door, she see's the box she had sent Michael. She goes to it and picks it up, placing it's contents back in. She turns and walks back, this time to Michael's cell. Michael looks up and growls at her. She looks at him with her twisted grin. "Aww, the mutt didn't like his presents?" She smiles as the hair on Michael's neck bristle. "Don't worry, I won't be as kind next time." Michael stares her in the eye again. And once again, she stands her ground. "I don't care about your stupid presents." The doctor makes a face and pouts a little. Then she stops and straightens out her shirt. "I know what you care about." She grins. Michael lifts his head with an amusing smile, "And that would be?" His doctor's grin gets wider. She whispers, knowing full well that Michael can hear her perfectly. "Your family." Michael drops his smile. He abruptly stands and goes to the bars. "No one in that family cares about me, so you lose." His doctor doesn't flintch. "Oh there is one person." Michael's blood runs cold as he thinks about the one person who has cared: His uncle Jim. He growls and his grip on the bars tightens. "What have you done to him?!" His doctor says nothing but stares at him and then turns and starts walking away. "Tell me or I'll kill you!" She stops and turns. "I want to see you try." Michael snarles at he and starts raming the cell's bar. "You will see him soon enough." Without another word, his doctor leaves. Michael starts to pound on the cell's bars. He soon gets tired and goes back to his shreaded mattress pile.
Suddenly a rift of pain shots through Michael. He grabs his stomack and braces for the pain.
His callased hands finally develop into clawed paw/hands. The black hair on his arms grow out and covers the rest of his arms. His legs bend and finish changing into wolf legs. His semi digitigrade paw/feet finish their transformation. From his waist down he resembles a black wolf. His naked tail slowly grows fur that completely covers it. Then it stops. Michael opens his eyes and looks at his newly transformed body. He looks down his shirt and sees that his chest is the same, except for the fur coming from his arms and waist. He feels his face. It feels the same. Then he notices his hand/paws. They resemble that of a wolf, except or the human touch added to them.
Michael curls into a ball. Now it is easier because his legs can bend the correct way. He lays his head down and whimpers again. He starts to think about his uncle. Hoping that he is fairing well in this miserable hell.
Just as his doctor turns towards the door, she see's the box she had sent Michael. She goes to it and picks it up, placing it's contents back in. She turns and walks back, this time to Michael's cell. Michael looks up and growls at her. She looks at him with her twisted grin. "Aww, the mutt didn't like his presents?" She smiles as the hair on Michael's neck bristle. "Don't worry, I won't be as kind next time." Michael stares her in the eye again. And once again, she stands her ground. "I don't care about your stupid presents." The doctor makes a face and pouts a little. Then she stops and straightens out her shirt. "I know what you care about." She grins. Michael lifts his head with an amusing smile, "And that would be?" His doctor's grin gets wider. She whispers, knowing full well that Michael can hear her perfectly. "Your family." Michael drops his smile. He abruptly stands and goes to the bars. "No one in that family cares about me, so you lose." His doctor doesn't flintch. "Oh there is one person." Michael's blood runs cold as he thinks about the one person who has cared: His uncle Jim. He growls and his grip on the bars tightens. "What have you done to him?!" His doctor says nothing but stares at him and then turns and starts walking away. "Tell me or I'll kill you!" She stops and turns. "I want to see you try." Michael snarles at he and starts raming the cell's bar. "You will see him soon enough." Without another word, his doctor leaves. Michael starts to pound on the cell's bars. He soon gets tired and goes back to his shreaded mattress pile.
Suddenly a rift of pain shots through Michael. He grabs his stomack and braces for the pain.
His callased hands finally develop into clawed paw/hands. The black hair on his arms grow out and covers the rest of his arms. His legs bend and finish changing into wolf legs. His semi digitigrade paw/feet finish their transformation. From his waist down he resembles a black wolf. His naked tail slowly grows fur that completely covers it. Then it stops. Michael opens his eyes and looks at his newly transformed body. He looks down his shirt and sees that his chest is the same, except for the fur coming from his arms and waist. He feels his face. It feels the same. Then he notices his hand/paws. They resemble that of a wolf, except or the human touch added to them.
Michael curls into a ball. Now it is easier because his legs can bend the correct way. He lays his head down and whimpers again. He starts to think about his uncle. Hoping that he is fairing well in this miserable hell.