This Is A Story{S.S. Escape RP}That I've Never Told

This is an archived version of FeralFront. While you can surf through all the content that was ever created on FeralFront, no new content can be created.
If you'd like some free FeralFront memorabilia to look back on fondly, see this thread from Dynamo (if this message is still here, we still have memorabilia): https://feralfront.com/thread/2669184-free-feralfront-memorabilia/.


    SIGN-UP THREAD *Click*


    Please use the following form when posting!

    Code
    1. [align=left][color=orange]« Character NamePosition (EX. TEST#Ø, ORIGIN TEST ; SNR LABs, Head of Research ; TEST#4, TEST SUBJECT ; ect.)Location »[/color][/align][align=center][color=black or white]RP[/color][/align]


    [b]LET THE ROLEPLAY BEGIN!


    « Takeshi Sakurai
    TEST#Ø, ORIGIN TEST
    Club Origin, Las Vegas »


    I was upstairs at the bar, cleaning glasses, organizing the liquor, and making sure everything was ready for opening time. As I was doing this, I caught sight of the bold Ø on my neck, my TEST NUMBER, in the mirrored wall behind the shelves of liquor. I stared at it for a second, before pulling up the collar of my hoodie to hide the mark that held so many horrible memories for me, as well as every other TEST SUBJECT that the SNR LABs has captured.. I sigh and put the last few things away. After that I head down to the basement, Dru's probably down there, so I figure I'll train a bit with her before Club Origin opens.



    « Kokoro Sakurai
    TEST#26, TEST SUBJECT
    SNR LABs, Location UNKNOWN »


    I sit on the bed in my plain white-walled room. That seems like it's more of a prison than a room. The only furnishings are a bed covered in white sheets, a white wooden desk and chair, and a window, which surprise, has thick steel bars to keep us from escaping. The curtains, also white, ruffled a little as a breeze flitted through the bars. I "Have the day off" as the Researchers would say. I got sick a few days ago after testing, so I've been cooped up in my room since then. I feel bad for whoever ends up taking my place in the testings until I'm well.. As I sit there, I wonder how my older brother Takeshi is doing. Is he still running, or has he found a place to hide out? Hell, I don't even know if he's still alive! But at the same time, I know he is. The LABs haven't stopped looking for the ORIGIN TESTS, my brother being the first of the ORIGIN TESTS, so they all must be alive still. But that doesn't stop me from worrying about Takeshi..

    The post was edited 1 time, last by яε∂ ραη∂α ❤ ().

    « Darren Tommesten
    SNR LABs, Head of Research
    SNR LABS, Director's Office »


    "You see, sir, all the test subjects are doing quite well, especially a few specific ones.." The tall male currently reclining in the swivel was chewing on the end of his pencil, frowning in thought as the chattering scientist went on excitedly about his results, something relevant to tolerance to extreme temperatures. It was boring Darren, to be honest. "Did you find anything about the ORIGIN TESTS yet?" He cut off the male talking endlessly, his sharp blue eyes narrowing at the skinny fellow. "Well..I, uh, we believed to have traced some of their--" Darren slammed his fist down onto the table. "You've been saying that for the past two months, d*mmnit! I don't care. Do whatever it takes to find them. Find her." His eyes narrowed sternly, and the researcher gulped and clutched his clipboard. "Y-Yes, sir," He whispered, before scurrying out. Darren leaned back in his chair, rubbing his temples as he surveyed the many computer monitors before him, each showing him the cell of whoever unfortunate soul was in there.


    « Lorelei Tommesten
    TEST SUBJECT # 10
    SNR LABS, Location UNKNOWN »


    The small girl sat in her cell, her legs curled to her chest as she rested her forehead on her knees. She hadn't really moved in a little while, simply lost in thought. She never was one to get violent, like some of the others. They could get scary. The screams terrified her, and gave her nightmares. On the rare occasions they were let out of their cells, she never really spoke to anyone. She wasn't even sure they knew she existed. A shiver ran down her spine, the only movement after two hours of simply sitting there. Her mind had wandered to the dark place, where she had shoved all her..unhappy memories into. Sometimes she remembered the awful things that had happened to her, but most of the time, she drifted happily through her mindspace...
    She needed to get out of this horrible place.

    Btw, I think you're thinking a little too towards jail cells.. Here's what the rooms for the Test Subjects look like:
    [img width=510 height=338]http://cdn.home-designing.com/…hite-bedroom-office1.jpeg[/img]


    And here's the layout of the SNR LABs from the front of the building:
    [img width=510 height=255]http://i59.tinypic.com/1ibb0g.jpg[/img]

    The post was edited 1 time, last by яε∂ ραη∂α ❤ ().

    [fancypost bgcolor=white; border-top: 3px solid grey; border-bottom: 3px solid grey; border-right: 1px solid grey; border-left: 1px solid grey; width: 400px; min-height: 100px][fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; font-family: century gothic; color: #5185A7; font-size: 34px;]AZUL LEGEND.[/fancypost]
    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid #EFF2F4; width: 50px; height: 60px; font-family: franklin gothic book; color: #285C7F; float: left; border-radius: 360px; background:url(http://i57.tinypic.com/2ep0t9l.gif);][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid #EFF2F4; width: 350px; min-height: 20px; font-family: franklin gothic book; color: #285C7F;][justify]//Oh, no, I know, I got the mental image lol. She's just chilling on the floor because..yeah. :3[/fancypost][/fancypost]

    [size=6pt][c] INCENDIA! [color=transparent]#incendiafancy[/size]

    « Michael Kiatsu
    TEST#1, ORIGIN TEST
    Alleyway, Location UNKNOWN »


    A blond-haired man around the age of 19 years stood silently in an alleyway, hood pulled up so it hid his face. He wore dark clothing, as not to be seen from unwanted visitors. He didn't move, barely breathed, and just waited. What seemed like hours later, but was only about 20 minutes, someone else joined the skulking male. "You got my cash?" the young man asked, his electric blue eyes flashing from beneath his hoodie. "'Course I do. You got the package?" the stranger answered in a gruff voice, sounding awfully mean and impatient. A smirk played on the blond-man's lips as he gave a small, short nod. He then revealed his hand, that had been stuffed in a hoodie pocket to reveal a small brown parcel. The stranger reached for it, but the blond quickly pulled away. "Dough first, hotshot," he sneered, extending his other hand for the other guy to place the bucks in. Now it was the older guy's time to smirk as he slowly pulled a wad of bills out of his pocket and placed it in the younger man's grasp. In return, the 19 year old handed him the parcel after making sure everything was there. "Pleasure doing business with you," the younger man concluded, signalling it was time for the other man to leave.


    [hr]


    « Joyy Kiatsu
    TEST#11, TEST SUBJECT
    SNR Labs, Location UNKNOWN »


    Test subject eleven sat in her white, clean room, braiding her long, blonde hair. She hadn't been allowed to leave her room for about a week now-- not even for testing. The scientists said it was because of her 'episode' last week, but the young teen didn't believe that was all; she didn't argue, though. To be honest, she was a bit glad she was being left alone for such a long period of time; it gave her time to think and to 'heal'. She hummed softly to herself, occasionally saying a few of the lyrics to the songs she sung, but other than that, she was quiet.


    [hr]


    « OOC »


    OOC Text

    « Alice Cheshire
    Test #4
    Las Vegas »


    A pair of strange colored eyes watched unblinking as Takeshi Sakurai descends into the basement his hoodie now covering the sign that marked him as a shape-shifter. The blue and purple eyes narrowed as the slim figure that evidently belonged to a girl jumped off from the roof to silently slip into the club. Quickly the blacked haired girl checked if the door was unlocked before slipping inside the follow the shadow of the 19 year old.

    The post was edited 1 time, last by mad. ().

    « Takeshi Sakurai
    TEST#Ø, ORIGIN TEST
    Las Vegas, Club Origin Basement »


    I stop on the bottom step of the stairs, looking around. I don't see Dru in main area (which we use for lounging around in or training), and I figure she must have went out when I was passed out earlier. I feel like someone's watching me.. I figure it might just be Dru, waiting to scare me, but I might as well be cautious. After all, one mistake and we can end up back in those white rooms. I walk towards the rooms that we use as our bedrooms, and some other things are stored in them as well. The last room is one we always keep empty, for a reason. Few people know that there's a labyrinth of tunnels (mainly sewer tunnels) underneath Las Vegas, and that room in particular has an entrance to those tunnels. I walk into the room and close the door, before running over the the other door, hidden behind a Japanese-style paper divider. Once I'm in the tunnels, I put the divider back in place and shut the door as silently as I can. I shift into my King Cheetah form, and race off down the tunnel. The exit I decide to head for is a small warehouse about 2 blocks away. I'll find Dru after that, and let her know what's up, after all 2 Shifters are better than one.

    The post was edited 1 time, last by яε∂ ραη∂α ❤ ().

    « Ajax Kimura
    Test #22, TEST SUBJECT
    SNR Labs, Location UNKNOWN»


    Breathing heavily, Ajax jogged on a treadmill in one of the testing labs. He didn't know exactly which one, other than the fact that it was relatively close to his cell. Room. The Testers didn't like him calling it a cell. Just run. The pounding of his feet beat out a painful rhythm that jarred his teeth and made his head ache. Ajax's heart seemed to be going so fast, that any minute it would just melt into a little blob of exhaustion and sink to his feet. How long had he been at this? Hard to tell. Long enough that the boy's breathing was heavy and erratic, and sweat kept dripping painfully into his eyes. Long enough that the steady beeping and humming of the machinery that he was hooked up to had faded into white noise. Long enough that I wouldn't even have the energy to punch a guard if he walked in right now. Too much longer, he might just fall down and stay there.

    :-

    « Alice Cheshire
    Test #4
    Las Vegas »


    As soon as Takeshi was past the door of the last room Alice stopped and waited. Straining her advanced hearing the 17 year old girl could hear the faint sounds of a screen door moving and the closing. As the sound faded a pale hand reached to open the door before silently stepping inside. Once the narrowed eyes were sure no one was in the room anymore Alice sighed and relaxed her posture going back to what seemed to be her laid back uncaring self. She walked to a Japanese style paper divider before pushing it out of her was so she could see the tunnels. "Ahh," she mused to her self, "The good old sewer tunnels." It was going to be a pain to find him in this place unless she shifted to her cat form to smell him out. A dog would have been nice in kind of situation but she hated dogs anyways. Quickly she shifted into a large blue, black and grey cat that seemed to be smiling before following the faint sent.

    « Darren Tommesten
    SNR LABs, Head of Research
    SNR LABS, Director's Office »


    Darren frowned at the screens, reclining back, deep in thought. They'd been searching for the origin tests for quite some time now, and with zero luck. It seemed all their leads just disappeared into thin air. He rubbed his temples, movement catching his eye on one of the screens. Test # 22 had been running for quite some time now..he wondered if it was an elaborate camera glitch. Probably not, but it would be wise to send a guard or two to check. Pressing on the intercom he sent two guards on the way to the specific training room, leaving him to mull over the other test subjects. Many of them had been locked in their rooms for a week or more. The data received was nearly done processing..perhaps it was time to set up a few new tests.


    « Lorelei Tommesten
    TEST SUBJECT # 10
    SNR LABS, Location UNKNOWN »


    Text

    « Michael Kiatsu
    TEST#1, ORIGIN TEST
    Streets, Las Vegas (I guess) »


    The stranger had quickly run off back to whatever home he had after Michael gave him his 'package', which he actually had stuffed with fake jewels. You wouldn't believe how many greens Mikey got for this simple scam, and people seem to just keep falling for it! It wasn't exactly 'honest' work, but it put food in his belly and clothing on his body. The blond-haired young man walked slowly down the busy streets, remaining close to the buildings in case if somebody he sold fake-jewelry to recognized him; he'd be able to make a quick escape. He didn't really know where he was going; he didn't have a home and he'd lost the other Origin Tests months ago, so he didn't even have anyone he knew that he could camp out with. Maybe I could go to one of the casinos..


    [hr]


    « Joyy Kiatsu
    TEST#11, TEST SUBJECT
    SNR Labs, Location UNKNOWN »


    Joyy stood up from her neatly made bed, her freshly braided hair falling gently over her shoulders. Her dark brown eyes scanned the plain, boring walls of her plain, boring room. She had absolutely nothing she could do! Maybe she could get one of the guards to give her a pencil and paper.. She moved over to her door and peered through the small hole that the guards would usually look through to check-up on her. "Hello?" she asked in a small voice, almost immediately regretting saying anything in the first place; the thought of a guard actually speaking to her was frightening.


    [hr]


    « OOC »


    OOC Text

    « Takeshi Sakurai
    TEST#Ø, ORIGIN TEST
    Las Vegas »


    My rapid pawfalls (like footfalls, but with paws) echoed off the tunnel walls, as I raced towards the warehouse. Dru and I haven't needed to use these tunnels in a while, but we still came down here to make sure the path was clear. Unfortunately, we hadn't cleaned this area in a while. I inwardly groan as I see what lies in the path. Scrap metal, of course it has the be scrap metal. I use the speed I've built up to my advantage and attempt to jump over. The ceiling is lower here, so there isn't much room to jump, and I end up with a deep scratch on my left foreleg (which corresponds to my left forearm). It's not bleeding an awful lot, but it is a pretty serious wound when you're trying to run fast. The warehouse door is a few feet away, and I decide it would be easier in my human form. With the placement of my wound, running in my King Cheetah form is possibly the worst thing to do; not only will I be slowed down by the injury, but the blood would be flowing faster from the wound as well. I shift forms and open the door, this is one of those times that I'm grateful that I can wear my hoodie without a shirt underneath. I take off my hoodie and pull off my t-shirt, exposing my Test Number for a brief moment, before slipping my hoodie back on. As I run to the street entrance, I tear up the shirt into long strips, then bind the wound with them. The scratch is long (almost the whole length of my forearm, on the left side), but not as deep as I had originally thought, granted it was still pretty deep. As I get out onto the street, I look around. Where could Dru be? I wonder. I decide to just start looking. Even in my human form I'm still pretty fast, so searching for Dru shouldn't be too hard. As I run, I vaguely realize that the white fabric on my arm is quickly being dyed crimson. I see someone out of the corner of my eye as I run past them; a boy, probably my age, blond hair, and electric blue eyes. My pace slows a fraction, Michael? Could that be him? I wonder. No, I don't have time for this! I must find Dru! I decide, determined to not get distracted.

    The post was edited 1 time, last by яε∂ ραη∂α ❤ ().

    « Alice Cheshire
    Test #4
    Las Vagas »


    The large cat which Alice had shifted in skidded to a sudden stop at the sent of blood. 'Well,' she thought 'Its a good thing I stopped otherwise I would most likely have shared the same fate as this rash fellow'. Carefully the cat slipped underneath the big pile of metal doing her best to stay clear of sharp edges. It took up precious time but eventually the cat came out of the wreckage with only a clump of fur missing. Letting out a hiss of annoyance Alice raced full speed after the trail of blood her target had made. At one point the blood seemed to lessen letting her know that the wound which seemed pretty deep had been bandaged. But with the amount of blood she had seen before it wouldn't last long. Deciding it was time to change back to human form Alice slowed her pace while attempting to morph back. Almost instantly the black haired girl was back. At the exception of a bushy black and blue tail sprouting out of her lower back. Oh how she hated the side effects. Praying she would be running to fast for anyone to see the tail she ran past a boy with blue eyes that seemed to be having a good day. Accelerating her run into a full sprint she raced off.

    « Ajax Kimura
    Test #22, TEST SUBJECT
    SNR Labs, Location UNKNOWN »


    Tired as he was, Ajax looked up in surprise as two guards entered the room. They conversed quietly with one of the scientists overseeing his creative torture, and, though the boy's labored breathing made it impossible to overhear them, he had a good idea of what was happening. The guards were in charge of making sure no subject died before they were no longer useful, as well as prevented escapes. The scientist, on the other hand....Ajax had seen first-hand that they have almost no compassion for a subject's well-being. Probably saying this is something important. Who cares...If I can run...For a long time? For, truly, he could run longer and faster than any ordinary human. It was a gift from the animal inside of him. They just...Have to know my limits. Jerks. With any luck, the guards would stop this before he passed out.

    The post was edited 1 time, last by Emberstep ().

    « Drusilla Knyght
    TEST #02, Origin Test
    Las Vegas, Drift Race »


    A white helmet was lifted off petite shoulders, and chocolate sheets fell around The white and black leather jacket. Golden eyes gleamed as the young adult slipped off her baby, her beautiful motorcycle, and glided over.
    Tilting her head to the side, Dru smirked. "Well, it appears I won the race," she purred. The girl held out her hand expectantly. "So pay up." The two grown men scowled at her. "You think we're paying you little *?" One growled. The other laughed. "No, you'll the one who'll be Paton'." The other grinned. "And then, you'll be our play toy."
    Dru rose a brow. "Oh? Is that correct?"
    The men chuckled. "Oh, yeah." And they started closing in, flipping open their switch blades. The brunette sighed, closing her hands and shoving her hands in her pockets.
    "My... How sad." She whipped out two pistols, each held to the men's temples. "I didn't think I'd have to kill anyone this time." Opening her now cat-slit, yellow eyes, the girl pouted. "Too bad... Now if you just drop the money and weapons... I might just be able to let you live."
    "WHY YOU LITTLE," they began.
    "That wasn't the response I was looking for."
    Two gun shots rung out into the barren area.
    Putting the guns back in her pockets and *fing into her tiger form, Dru expertly pulled the switch blades from their limp grasps, and then their wallets. Leaving behind Thief ID Cards, Dru revved her engine and zoomed back into the city with her loot.

    « Takeshi Sakurai
    TEST#Ø, ORIGIN TEST
    Las Vegas »


    The binding on my wound was now practically useless. The blood was still flowing, to the point it was now dripping onto the pavement of the sidewalk, leaving small pools of blood whenever I was standing still. But I didn't have a choice, so I kept running. The only place I could think of that Dru might be at was the empty lot where the Drift Races were held, so I started to head there. I enter the lot, and look around breathlessly, my blonde hair sticking to my forehead and the back of my neck. After a moment I found two men laying dead in the lot, which could only mean one thing. Dru was here, she won, they refused to give her the promised money, then left. I looked in the direction Dru's motorcycle tires led. By this point the wound was now sapping away most of my strength. Regardless, I followed the tracks. I was only a few minutes behind Dru, so I should be able to catch up with her. I figure she'll be heading back to the Club, and I need to find her before she gets there. I jump over a fence on one side of the empty lot, ending up in an alley, a shortcut. I start running again, my breath ragged and uneven, down the alley. I burst out of the alley, ending up on the street again. I finally see Dru's motorcycle and sprint towards it, catching up and running in front the motorcycle.

    The post was edited 1 time, last by яε∂ ραη∂α ❤ ().

    « Alice Cheshire
    Test #4
    Las Vagas »


    Alice who had now slown her pace seeing that her tail had disappeared and the only unnatural things left about her were her two sharp canines and the mix of blue and purple in her eyes. Currently walking at a past pace with her black hair trailing behind her Alice silently took notice of the blood on the sidewalk confirming her suspicions that the wound was deep. Then coming up upon two bodies lying on the ground Alice silently observed. By the looks of it they had been shot, most likely over a motorcycle race. Crouching down she rummaged through their clothes to find only theif id's. A small humorous chuckle escaped pink lips. Theifs had been killed and robbed. Then again, shape shifters weren't exactly easy to deal with. But there were now two shape-shifters she was after. The one that had killed and robbed these men and the one that she had been running after. Takeshi Sakurai and Drusilla Knyght. My, this was getting interesting. Gracefully the teenage girl stood up and resumed her fast pace. After another few minutes of walking the slim teen came up to a motorcycle and the one she had been chasing.

    Forgive me, I'll edit...


    Drusilla skid to a hault after nearly running over Takeshi. "God dammit, Take," she scolded, pulling her helmet off again. "What the f*** is wrong with you? I could have run you over you crazy nut!" She ran her hand down her face and glared. Then she noticed the red on his clothing. "Sakurai, what the hell did you do to yourself?" She questioned, her voice slightly softer and laced with concern. Then she looked up, stiffening and sliding her finger around the trigger of one of her twin babies. She had a cold, so her sense of smell was slightly off. She didn't recognize any scents, and her hearing was twice as alert. She needed to get her blonde companion out of there. Fast.

    The post was edited 1 time, last by ☮•°♥ηαттч♥°•☮ ().

    « Takeshi Sakurai
    TEST#Ø, ORIGIN TEST
    Las Vegas »


    I was still breathless, but I managed to get out: "Chased.. Tunnels.. Scrap metal.." I pulled up the left sleeve of my hoodie, exposing my attempt at binding the wound, the once white fabric was now a dark crimson color. I took in a huge breath, trying to calm down my breathing. Finally I was able to breathe enough to talk. "There was scrap metal in the tunnels by the warehouse. I was being chased, so I tried to jump over it, but I ended up injuring myself. It's pretty deep, so much so, that my healing abilities just aren't enough." (Shifters have strong healing abilities, so they heal much faster than Humans do, USUALLY..) I chuckle weakly and run my hand through my hair, smearing my blonde hair red with blood. "It's been a while since we've been in this position, huh? And it seems like I keep ending up injured.." I try to hide the exhaustion and pain I'm feeling, but at the same time, I know I'm not hiding it very well, especially not from Dru.

    Dru nodded, slightly dazed. She helped him stand up and moved him to her bike. "Grab on, and wear this," she muttered, handing over her helmet, and adjusting it to his chin. She zoomed down the highway as lights started flashing. "I'll send out a group message to the crew," she shouted when they reached a stoplight. "But tonight, we're staying in a hotel. It's not safe."