The Unusual Patients of GreenGlen Laboratories (Semi-Advanced to Advanced Supernatural Jump-In)

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  • IC: Octavia Moore walked throughout the facility either furiously scribbling observations on her clipboard or surveilling the rows of containment cells on each side of her. She was a tall and skinny woman with long, straight, red hair, rounded glasses that always slid off her nose, a stern no-nonsense face created by stress, and she always had at least one glove on. To her Higher Ups, she was the perfect example of a scientist. Octavia stopped and looked at her and ticking watch on her ungloved hand and squinted. It was 10:00 AM, which meant that all patients were in their cells, ready for their examination. She continued walking and scanning left to right to make sure all of the patients were in their rooms. Some patients were angrily clawing and pounding at the clear plastic door, some were simply crying, some kept themselves occupied by playing around with some of the materials in their cell, and some just simply sat on their sleeping cot, staring at nothing. It was all the same to Octavia. She had become desensitized to it; the more you walk down the hall, the more you see the patients with the more noticeable symptoms, yada, yada, yada. Octavia had done it a million times before. It was just another day at GreenGlen Laboratories.




    OOC: So this is a jump-in thread (meaning you can just start RPing without making a form) about GreenGlen Laboratories, a lab that houses, studies, and experiments on patients with unique “symptoms”, those being either symptoms that caused their appearance to look less human, or symptoms that give them superhuman abilities. These symptoms can range from minor ones that are usually caused by genetic mutations, to fairly noticeable and fairly unstable symptoms that may have been caused by the mysterious “Incident” that no one in the facilities talks about. I only have a few rules for this thread. 1. You can either play as a patient or a scientist. 2. All FF rules apply. 3. No overpowered or unbalanced characters. 4. At least one paragraph per post. 5. Since this is a jump in thread and you don’t make any forms, your character’s name, appearance, and symptoms (if you’re a patient) must be mentioned IC in your first post. Your character’s personality and history will be revealed to other characters throughout the thread based on interactions. 6. No “let’s escape the lab” plots. I want this thread to take place entirely in the lab and be about the developments and interactions between the characters. 7. Please have a decent muse for this thread. I don’t want it to be where someone joins and they never post. 8. If you have any more questions, ask them in a private message sent to yours truly. 9. If you’re a patient, your symptoms can either be turning into a monster, developing superhuman powers, or a mixture of both. 10. No one liners or consistent spelling mistakes. 11. This one’s obvious, but you can’t use an already existing character. You can have your character BASED on someone, but they can’t 100% be that character. 12. This is a semi-advanced to advanced thread, so make sure your posts are long and detailed. I would also prefer if you have had any experiences RPing semi to advanced threads prior to this thread. 13. I would like the number of patients to scientists to be equal. 14. This thread is PG to PG-13, and will tackle some minor dark topics, like mental illnesses and human experimentation. Despite this, this thread will never get too dark or in detail, with minor gore and no sex scenes. That being said, please handle these topics with respect and taste. 15. Have fun. :D


    Scientists

    - Dr. Octavia Moore KairosLion

    -Dr. Kelly White MelonMartian

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    “Patients”

    -Ruvia Akaza avntgrde.exe

    -Viktor eucharisteo.

    -Vanessa kdiggy

    -Braith MelonMartian

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    GreenGlen Facilities

    Patient Daily Schedule

    Terminology

    Some of my threads:


    The Unusual Patients of GreenGlen Laboratories: A jump-in thread about a mysterious incident that causes people to develop “symptoms”, mutations that give them superhuman powers and/or turn them into nonhuman monsters. These people, now called “patients”, are carted away to GreenGlen Laboratories to be studied, observed, tested, and experimented on.

    Once: A high fantasy fairy tale thread where the evil Black Dragon has manipulated the land of Everia’s citizens into doing her bidding, creating the sinister league known as the Dark Knights. In order to stop this, one band of heroes known as the Guardians must stick together before the world is under their rule.

    Welcome to Casa de la Lobo: A post-apocalyptic dog pack RP where a pack of dogs take refuge in an abandoned hotel after a mysterious flood evacuated all of the humans from the city.

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  • The Crimson King   Styxx Anaxkolasi


    Here’s the new thread if you still want to join. If you do, you can just quote the posts you wrote last time, as we didn’t get that far, or you can just write new posts.

    Some of my threads:


    The Unusual Patients of GreenGlen Laboratories: A jump-in thread about a mysterious incident that causes people to develop “symptoms”, mutations that give them superhuman powers and/or turn them into nonhuman monsters. These people, now called “patients”, are carted away to GreenGlen Laboratories to be studied, observed, tested, and experimented on.

    Once: A high fantasy fairy tale thread where the evil Black Dragon has manipulated the land of Everia’s citizens into doing her bidding, creating the sinister league known as the Dark Knights. In order to stop this, one band of heroes known as the Guardians must stick together before the world is under their rule.

    Welcome to Casa de la Lobo: A post-apocalyptic dog pack RP where a pack of dogs take refuge in an abandoned hotel after a mysterious flood evacuated all of the humans from the city.

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    interacting with KairosLion  

    A male of which was slim in physique sat at the all-too-thick, translucent door of plastic that sheltered him roaming free about the halls. His thin legs were folded alongside his rear and one of his large hands was desperately placed against the aforementioned door. His long fingers had curled just slightly, although opened prior to curling again, and did this repeatedly. His thin eyebrows were knitted slightly whilst silently begging to be freed. His vibrant eyes would stay glued on anyone who dared to pass; occasionally speaking and pleading them to save him. Every now and then, he would turn and stumble to his feet and toy with whatever item he possibly could within the very much dreaded cell (albeit, in a bored manner and as a means to temporarily distract himself from his confinement). Nonetheless, he would always return to sitting in front of the door and clawing at it with his lengthy nails.


    Ruvia Akaza.


    That was the name of the lanky patient, who was notably peculiar in both appearance and behavior. He stood six feet in height, although weighed a mere one-hundred and twenty-three pounds which gave him his more-or-less cadaverous look. He had lengthy silver locks—of which had a length that went to the top of his rib cage—that was somewhat unkempt in appearance, yet framed and complimented the angular and sharp shape of his face. His vivid eyes were deep-set and long in width, framed by long and thick eyelashes of ebony black. There were noticeably a few piercings that were penetrating his face and slightly pointed ears as well (whose earlobes were stretched, one might notice). Should one scrutinize him enough, they would notice his forked tongue that looked similar to a reptiles. However, unlike the piercings that laden his face yet much like the pointed ears and strangely colored eyes, his split tongue was a result of genetic mutation. The aforementioned mutated features had bothered him formerly, although at some point he had learned to live with them (although wasn't particularly fond of them).


    Should one of the scientists or other patients mocked or degraded him for such features, the inhibitions weren't difficult to detect. Thus was regardless of his attempts to conceal his insecurities in regards to them.


    Ruvia had found himself sitting at the door for what felt like the umpteenth time within the last hour or so. His legs were folded beside himself as they had been several times prior, but as opposed to one, both of his hands were pressed the glass whilst he scratched intently at the teasingly see-through door of solid plastic that kept him confined. As he saw the familiar sight of the redheaded scientist, there was a shudder that was sent down his spine. His eyes flickered away habitually, yet he let the nails of his left hand bury themselves into the tender flesh of his palms, only to beginning to harshly hit what was now a fist against the door desperately. He clamped his teeth whilst doing so; thin eyebrows knitting together once again. He could feel his arms—in which had been somewhat painfully bruised with all of the injections and blood work that were repeatedly performed—tense with a sense of anticipation as he did so, hitting the door as hard as he could to gain her attention.


    As he had a tendency to do, he let his lips fall agape to release a hoarse and somewhat guttural groan of distress which was loud enough to be heard above the sound of his fist roughly hitting the door. While Ruvia was completely capable of talking, he was prone to using peculiar noises or nonsensical phrases to communicate his feelings that otherwise couldn't be described in words. Some of the scientists were able to decipher exactly which sound meant what, as some of the [scientists] had spent more time around him. His head quickly whipped to look over one of his bony shoulders—a tic of his, one that caused his somewhat lengthy hair to tassel and part messily over his shoulder blades, although returned back to place when he turned his head so that he was looking at the thin scientist once again. With that, he began to hit the door especially hard and released the same distressed groan once again in attempts to get her attention.


    YOU BEGAN TO BLOOM IN THE SUMMER'S SKY :・゚

  • (Will reply later, preferably when more people join.)

    Some of my threads:


    The Unusual Patients of GreenGlen Laboratories: A jump-in thread about a mysterious incident that causes people to develop “symptoms”, mutations that give them superhuman powers and/or turn them into nonhuman monsters. These people, now called “patients”, are carted away to GreenGlen Laboratories to be studied, observed, tested, and experimented on.

    Once: A high fantasy fairy tale thread where the evil Black Dragon has manipulated the land of Everia’s citizens into doing her bidding, creating the sinister league known as the Dark Knights. In order to stop this, one band of heroes known as the Guardians must stick together before the world is under their rule.

    Welcome to Casa de la Lobo: A post-apocalyptic dog pack RP where a pack of dogs take refuge in an abandoned hotel after a mysterious flood evacuated all of the humans from the city.

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    To the naked eye, Viktor was a normal man save for the two massive scars adorning his features. He looked human, acted human, sounded human...Those around him would never realize the truth about him, the truth that he was really a beast.

    Viktor was quite the case at Gleenglen Laboratories. The men and women who tested on him often called him demon or often wolf-boy because of the creature Viktor turned into when feeling fearful or threatened. He could also shift into the wolf-like creature at will but he vowed never to willingly let it take control of him. He considers the beast a parasite that won't let him be, although it is really just an extension of himself. Viktor claims to not have control of the creature although tests have shown that his brain activity in this form is actually increased. This means he is thinking and reacting more to everything around him than he does when he is human. Despite knowing this, he continues to go on believing that the beast has a mind of his own.

    The shape-shifting process was quite the process to witness; his bones would crack, his muscles would tear, and his skin would practically melt off of his body to make way for the fur underneath. Then the elongating of his face would take place, the skin once again making way for the bare bone of his skull to appear. He was honestly the thing of nightmares, but scientists who'd seen him found him 'beautiful' or a 'beast to admire'. Those words and phrases haunted him at night. He hated this side of himself.


    Currently Viktor was sitting on the floor of his cell, messing with a colorful rope, a dog toy, someone had tossed into his cell to tease him about his 'other side'. He chose to ignore the intentions behind the toy and instead was attempting to untie the large knots at either end of the rope so he could pick it apart thread by thread and make something new out of it. A flash of red hair in his peripherals made Viktor look up and growl, the sight of the familiar scientist making his blood boil and hair raise on the back of his neck and arms. His normally gray eyes flashed a brighter green and for a split second his k9's extended, but he quickly reigned in control and turned away, throwing the dog toy against the wall with his full strength.

    Viktor stood and moved to his cot, flopping down on the uncomfortable bed with his back to the clear wall that gave scientists a view of him. Anger, pain, and fear. Those were the only three emotions Viktor ever felt here at the laboratory. He'd never smiled or laughed during his time here, had never enjoyed a single day of his life after being brought to this hellhole.

    It was torture. Pure torture. His inner elbow began to ache and he glanced down at the multiple prick marks in his arm from being tested on, his nails quickly scratching over the scabs and making the wounds reopen. He scratched furiously at the wounds until his vision blurred and hot tears began to pour down his cheeks. Viktor snarled and moved to wipe the tears from his face, sitting up so he could walk over to the pathetic little sink in his room to splash some cold water on his face.

    Viktor let the cold water calm his senses and allow him to think rationally, his body slowly cooling off and calming down as he grabbed onto reality once more.

    Viktor glanced at the dog toy on the floor near the clear wall of his cell and walked over, bending down to pick up the colorful rope and examine it in his hands. He glanced out at the redheaded scientist named Octavia, eyes darkening once more at the sight of her. "Gonna feed us today or are we being starved again?" he shouted out, eyes narrowed and brows furrowed as he stared her down.


       

  • XpannekoekenX   Silverinu93   Jaybird You guys might like this.


    Edit: I edited the first page to add more lore and info to the story.


    (Will try to reply later)

    Some of my threads:


    The Unusual Patients of GreenGlen Laboratories: A jump-in thread about a mysterious incident that causes people to develop “symptoms”, mutations that give them superhuman powers and/or turn them into nonhuman monsters. These people, now called “patients”, are carted away to GreenGlen Laboratories to be studied, observed, tested, and experimented on.

    Once: A high fantasy fairy tale thread where the evil Black Dragon has manipulated the land of Everia’s citizens into doing her bidding, creating the sinister league known as the Dark Knights. In order to stop this, one band of heroes known as the Guardians must stick together before the world is under their rule.

    Welcome to Casa de la Lobo: A post-apocalyptic dog pack RP where a pack of dogs take refuge in an abandoned hotel after a mysterious flood evacuated all of the humans from the city.

  • OOC: Sorry for the wait guys! Does anyone know anyone who might want to join this thread? We need more scientists. And patients. But mostly more scientists. Just to even it out.

    IC: Octavia groaned, rubbing her temples after hearing Viktor’s incessant whining. “You just ate breakfast about an hour ago, so if you could please cease your petulant complaints and wait you might just get lunch.” She barked, turning to his cell. She began to breathe, in and out, to calm herself down. She didn’t need this right now, and she definitely didn’t need to get angry. Besides, Viktor has been here for a while, he should know by now that at approximately 2:00 PM patients get their lunch. The thin girl’s ears were drawn to another loud patient, this time it was Ruvia. Octavia sighed, her gloved hand over her face, knowing very well she wasn’t ever going to get a break from here. She was trapped here, like the very patients themselves. She walked over to Ruvia’s clear plastic door. “What do you want?” She asked, clearly defeated based on the tone in her voice.

    Some of my threads:


    The Unusual Patients of GreenGlen Laboratories: A jump-in thread about a mysterious incident that causes people to develop “symptoms”, mutations that give them superhuman powers and/or turn them into nonhuman monsters. These people, now called “patients”, are carted away to GreenGlen Laboratories to be studied, observed, tested, and experimented on.

    Once: A high fantasy fairy tale thread where the evil Black Dragon has manipulated the land of Everia’s citizens into doing her bidding, creating the sinister league known as the Dark Knights. In order to stop this, one band of heroes known as the Guardians must stick together before the world is under their rule.

    Welcome to Casa de la Lobo: A post-apocalyptic dog pack RP where a pack of dogs take refuge in an abandoned hotel after a mysterious flood evacuated all of the humans from the city.

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    {ooc: i think i might know of some people that might want to join!! i can try inviting them}


    ic: Ruvia perked up as the redhead drew closer, to which he pushed the door as though attempting to shove it open. It was clear, almost as though to mock him and remind him of his confinement. He halted the rowdy punching and banging of the door he had just been making, although kept the fleshy palms of his hands pressed against the door. He scrutinized the thin scientist who stood just beyond the boundary of the transparent door, looking her up and down carefully as he typically did whenever he saw her. Flicking his forked tongue across his lower lip, he gulped a thick pool of saliva that had formed just behind the lower row of his teeth. The mutated male seemed either not to mind or even notice—or perhaps, simply ignored—the mild hostility that resonated within her voice, for he slowly stumbled to his feet so that he was standing straight. Habitually, he quickly looked over his shoulder once again, prior to his gaze reverting to the woman that stood before him. In a state of silence, Ruvia simply stared at her; this was only to inhale sharply through his slim nostrils.


    His lips slowly fell agape and stayed that way for a moment, something of a high-pitched whine of sorts being emitted for no longer than the pace of his heartbeat, his voice becoming audible shortly after.


    "To be out there," He said simply, curling all of the fingers of his left hand—save for his forefinger, so that he was pointing just beside the redhead. "Next to you." He added. His voice was deep and low—yet somehow both soft and gentle—whilst he spoke, although he had a habit of slurring his words together just slightly. Ruvia was one of the few patients who feared isolation, and thus, consistently craved attention or contact from another person: simply liking to be accompanied by or in the same room as another person, even if they weren't communicating directly. "Let me out." He plead, but did so without a change in the tone of his voice. He spoke through clamped teeth almost as though he was beginning to grow angry—antsy, rather. "I'll stay silent and I won't bother you—you can even restrain me, but please let me out" He continued, attempting to convince her to agree to release him from the cell he learned to hate oh-so much. Once again did his vibrant eyes drift to the vacant spot alongside her in which he was still pointing at. His muscles tensed just partially with anticipation for the scientists' answer. Truthfully, there was only one answer he wanted, the only answer that was the right one in his mind: that answer being a silent 'yes' as she acted accordingly.


    Perhaps—just perhaps—she would do so as a result of what Ruvia perceived to be her state of vulnerability as a result of the irritation that was boiling within her. He assumed that should she want to get a peace of mind and for the whining to cease, she would agree to release him from the damned cell. His vivid gaze slowly drifted back to Octavia as he peered at her through thick eyelashes as a result of his eyes having become halfway shielded by his paper-thin eyelids moments after having spoken.


    YOU BEGAN TO BLOOM IN THE SUMMER'S SKY :・゚


  • Vanessa

    ☀ Psionic Manipulation ☀

    //ooc: I'll make a scientist later when I have more time C:


    The stifling feeling that seemed to surround her was unbearable. It was silencing, suffocating her any time she tried to think. A petite blond woman sat in the middle of her cell, legs crossed, as she stared blankly through the clear plastic that made escape impossible. That, and the "collar" they had put around her neck. Vanessa brought her fingers to the metal device that was the root of her suffocation, trying to claw it off only to yell out in pain as a shock coursed through her entire being, leaving her panting for breath. She collapsed to the ground, digging her fingernails into her skin as her heart rate began to slow once more, hair falling in front of her pale purple eyes. "Sh*t," Nessa panted, still feeling the dull aching of the electricity as it left her body. This was one of the newer addition to her life, one that she wasn't fond of in the least.


    There had been a mishap a couple months ago where a hazmat had gotten his brain fried. In her defense, it hadn't been completely her fault. The man had insisted she become closer to him than she would have liked, willing to force her if need be, and Vanessa had scrambled his brain with a gesture. She vaguely remembered being tackled to the ground, a baton being used on the back of her head before she could do anything else. Even now, she didn't know if that guard was dead or alive and, frankly, didn't care. Now she had to suffer the punishment of having something strapped to her person that would give her quite the shock whenever the brain waves of her mind spiked like they did when she was about to use her abilities or when she attempted to pry it off of her skin.


    It was absolute hell.


    Vanessa quickly got to her feet as yelling and other loud noises began to ensue, the blond pressing her hands against the glass as she craned her neck to see what the ruckus was all about. There were angry voices, pleading voices, people banging their fists against the walls though they knew they would never break. It wasn't hard to know where Octavia was. All she needed to do was listen to where the yelling was loudest. Her pale violet eyes narrowed at the scientist, though unlike the others, she didn't say a word. All she did was glare darkly at the other woman, a look of pure disdain and hatred. She had done this to her. Octavia had taken away a part of who she was. Vanessa could scarcely remember what it felt like to be complete, to be able to use her abilities that she had become so reliant on. Now, the only time she felt the release was when they insisted on testing on her. After experimentation, Vanessa would always return back to her cell was tear stained cheeks, head pounding and mind racing. They didn't care that they were people, too.


    Her eyes quickly found Viktor and Ruvia as they were in her sight line, pressing her lips together as she watched their pain and anger. It was hard seeing people this way, without a choice in their own lives. Of course, she felt the same way, but found it harder to see someone else's discomfort. It was only in times like this was she thankful for the lid on her abilities; at least this way she couldn't see into their minds and feel everything they had gone through. A pit settled in her stomach as she reared away from the glass, gripping her chest. If this was examination, that mean testing was next, the time of day she dreaded. It was like she was nothing but a lab rat. The only thing worse was experimentation, something they all had to go through every day. She could feel her heart rate picking up and the woman quickly turned back to the glass, desperately looking to Octavia as she began to speak. "You can't keep doing this to us. The only difference between you and I is that I'm-" Another shock spread through her body and Vanessa fell to her knees, writhing in pain until it passed. She let out a gasp, setting her jaw as she stared defiantly out the glass.


    "Speaking"






    I will be less active on weekdays due to school!

    On most Tuesdays, I will not be active at all.

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  • OOC: Hello everyone! Name's Mars, nice to meet you all! ^^


    The feeling of pencils on paper was nice, but it wasn't as good as fresh paints. It was nice to have the detail a pencil could have, but Braith preferred the smell of paints, the feeling of a wet brush on canvas, and the amount of possible colors she could make. Here in her cell, however, she could only have whatever paper the scientists would allow her, and a small pencil case with a few graphite pencils, eight different colored pencils, and a kid safe sharpener that never seemed to make things sharp enough. She missed her paints, her pens, and the friends she could make with them.


    Braith gave a few last strokes of color to the vibrant and detailed lion that she had drawn across her paper, smiling down at her work and feeling a spark of pride swell in her. She was grateful to have some sort of outlet for herself, a way to still create. It just wasn't the same, however... She couldn't play out a scene with pencil, or make it move in any fashion, really. She had tried so many times, even in testing and training, but by now she had simply given up trying. She always longed to get back in the training room with her paints, to watch them take forms and dance, and move, to make up her own stories about what she would paint. Those were the times when she felt closest to being truly happy in this awful place...


    The sound of commotion drew her attention before she could grab a new paper, and curiosity began to take hold. She slowly set aside her drawing and pencils and stood from her cot, walking into the light that flooded in from the hall, only stopping once she was able to press her hands against the plastic, transparent door of her cell. The light revealed the woman's tall and stick-like figure, and cast shadows onto her rounded features. The straight, black strands of her hair were not combed, and she didn't seem bothered to fix it or even move some of the strands that came over her face. Her eyes were searching the hall, or what she could see of it, and they were filled with questions as she pressed her face to the glass to try and see down the hall to whoever might be coming.


    She could only register seeing a flash of red hair before there was a knock on the plastic and her attention was drawn away, making her gasp in reaction to it, stepping away from the plastic and bringing her hands over her mouth, looking to the other end of the clear wall now to see the familiar silhouette of Dr. Kelly White. The large man's blonde hair was slicked back and his cold blue eyes were piercing. This man always gave her such a bad feeling...


    "Everything is under control, Art. No need to worry." Dr. White's voice was monotone, and devoid of any worry or concern, and his expression always seemed to be one of disapproval. He and a few other staff seemed to have taken to calling her that now, due to her symptoms, though she didn't mind much. She simply hated having to look him in the eye, of all people, leading to her action of ducking her head down and stepping back a bit more into her cell, just wishing he would leave. He just continued to stare at her however, making his own observations and writing them down on his clipboard, only glancing down the hall for a moment to Octavia, giving her a casual wave before going back to the writings on his clipboard.

  • (Waiting for more people to respond)

    Some of my threads:


    The Unusual Patients of GreenGlen Laboratories: A jump-in thread about a mysterious incident that causes people to develop “symptoms”, mutations that give them superhuman powers and/or turn them into nonhuman monsters. These people, now called “patients”, are carted away to GreenGlen Laboratories to be studied, observed, tested, and experimented on.

    Once: A high fantasy fairy tale thread where the evil Black Dragon has manipulated the land of Everia’s citizens into doing her bidding, creating the sinister league known as the Dark Knights. In order to stop this, one band of heroes known as the Guardians must stick together before the world is under their rule.

    Welcome to Casa de la Lobo: A post-apocalyptic dog pack RP where a pack of dogs take refuge in an abandoned hotel after a mysterious flood evacuated all of the humans from the city.