Posts by Dawns Edge

(It's perfect. Our brains matter more than anything and it's good as it is. Let's begin this beauty, shall we? I can give this a kick-start right now. *0* )

[justify] The evening wind howled with a hint of rain over the rooftop he stood astound. Clouds crowding in and caging the rays of light from the dim sun came in and flew away in seconds. The weather was confusing. It wasn't sure of itself. Was it going to rain? Or was the sun coming back with its delight? It clearly was befuddled. Damaris stood with his arms crossed simply doing nothing. He was, as he called it 'admiring the nature'. He did that a lot. According to him everything needed appreciation, especially beauty. And he was careful to do so. Complimenting everything charming was a part of his personality. He took in a mouthful of fresh air and sighed. Persian black hair flown back and golden irises gleaming with surprise. Nature was in its own way extremely admirable. But the nature of nature was unpredictable. And he liked that.
A loud voice called him from somewhere downstairs, it was the mother shouting his name and clearly unhappy. The boy had yet again left his room uncleaned-as usual. He had left the match with a victory and from the shouts in his room had lost a video game. Then without a pause he had spent minutes gazing up at the sky, 'admiring beauty' as he called it. The mother wondered if her one and only son was going crazy every second. She didn't see anything quite good-looking about the weather. She was fretting over the fact that what would he have to face if his observers found out he wasted a total of one hour standing on the rooftop. Simply not something normal people do. His last girlfriend probably left him for that reason. She stamped her foot and called yet again.
"DAMARIS, COME DOWN THIS SECOND OR I'LL BURN YOUR GAMES." She threatened angrily. She wasn't going to do that. The games were quite expensive.
Footsteps raged and he took a slide downstairs, appearing with his usual smirk, " 'Sup?"
"Do you know what time is it?"
"Rain time? Lunch time? Oh, don't tell me...is it-"
"Yes."
"Ugh," He scratched his chin and came up with a dramatic face, "Leaving this beautiful place and you is not a job for me to do." He sang.
"Stop it, Damaris. Grow up. Get ready and go."
"Oh my. You can't bear my presence, mother? Is that it, mother? Is that it?"
"Damaris..."
"You have broken my heart, it's in pieces, a million little tiny miniature invisible unshaped broken-"
"DAMARIS!"
"Okay, okay!!" He sighed stepping back.
After a quick bath, he wore one of the lab-given-clothes. They were similar to the ones he had but were uncontaminated and cleaner...whatever. He knew he was being monitored like the rest of them and his moves were being checked. Every month, every 20th they were all to gather in the Center Hall of the Research facility. There names all recorded and faces recognized. They were tested and analysed clearly, a detailed check-up. And they were to be there at any cost. The serum they were injected with eight years ago had yet to bear fruit. But now there were less people to hope and less to experiment. The world was shrinking. The population crammed in sections. It was a routine and they were used to it. Of course there were possibilities but no one thought about them actually happening. For now, they lived. Just lived. And a little hoped.
He shrugged his thoughts away and left the house with one dramatic wave, "Farewell mother!"
His mother smiled gently, "Bring me news!" She winked.
"Oh shush you, mother!" He smirked and went out, suddenly in the presence of calmer wind. The clouds were all apart and gone. Clear blue sky taking its place. Looking up, he could see the spiral top of the Research facility. A cab awaited at the side, they had been kind enough to provide that. Or maybe they just didn't trust the teenagers. The cab had no wheels and worked with magnets located underneath the area. He stepped inside the sphere and said Hello to the man in a plain uniform who didn't bother to answer him. The were never supposed to answer unless it was something urgent. The car rode smoothly on the deserted roads, finally and gradually nearing the huge facade of a building.

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( Apologies for the length if so, in advance. Is it okay? :] )

(Nah, it's foine. Though I had been extremely hyper and crazy in all the waiting... :p)

Damaris had checked again and again. Where was the I.D card? Freak! Without the I.D the machine wouldn't let him in. He scorned it yet again, "Aren't my beautiful gold eyes enough?" He stared. The machine said, 'Unidentified' in red yet again. "Well. Screw you." He shuffled around in his pockets. Nope. He clearly remembered putting the thing in his pockets when he had left his house. All he could do now was search the first floor which was an open area for anyone. There was a little cafe area with little seats and boxed food. And that's where he had first recognized his I.D was gone. He had been randomly wandering around, munching on a snack because he didn't want to listen to the initiation speech. Somewhere at the back of his mind his brain had alarmingly said, "Do you have your I.D card?" Okay...that wasn't his brain. It was another teenage, munching on the same snacks. And that made him search for it in his pockets and find it disappear. He had been searching since and had been unsuccessful. This was his last try at finding and so he planned to scan the whole area before reporting.

The windows vibrated, not because of the wind but with the loud waves of the musical beats inside. A middle-aged lady knocked the tenth time but apparently it had no effect. Her daughter was in one of her rehearsals and didn't want any disturbance. Knocking for the eleventh time, the mother gave up and threw herself on the door, pushing it open. Wide violet eyes stared back at her and hurried to lower the volume.
"Now look what you made me do!"
"Um...sorry..." The slender girl smiled weakly.
"Every single day, Elle!"
"Good exercise..." She suggested, casually making a higher ponytail of her mass of dark hair.
"I am too old for this!"
" 'Kay, mum. 'Kay. Calm down. Sssh..."
Her mother narrowed her eyes at this. What was the girl doing? A gentle smile crawled on her face, "Get ready. Test day."
The girl threw her hands and sighed exasperatedly, "AH! What? Again!?" She groaned.
"Yes, again. Now wear your uniform-"
"Stop calling it uniform-"
"The lab dress-"
"It's not a dress, mum."
"The clothes they gave you-"
"Why would they do that, I mean-"
"ELLE. Let me finish!"
" 'Wear your uniform after getting a bath and go now. Oh look, the cab is already here. Be quick. You always do this....' " The girl mimicked, "Right. Okay. I get it." Veleda had always hated going to the Research Facility. She saw the place as a trap, a cage. She didn't liked the building, it was ugly and stupid- she didn't liked the people in white coats ordering stuff at them, treating them like lab-rats. She hated the scientists, not only because they had an air of superiority around them. But also because of what her family had faced because of those inhuman people. To her the whole invention had been a failure. She believed the scientists only did the tests because they didn't want people at their doors. So to give them hope, hope of the impossible, they went on doing something that was long gone. The experiment probably was an excuse. Why didn't they test it on their own children? They were animals. And she couldn't bear them much.
"I don't see the point," she grumbled, repeating something she said every 20th. The same old discussion.
"There is a point. Now go." He mother didn't wanted another argument. But Veleda had other plans.
"What if they succeed?" She inquired. That was a new question, her mother was taken-aback.
"Well...then, we'll... I don't know..."
"What if I succeed? Will they force me to marry someone?" She laughed airily.
"Maybe. Someone good looking for sure. " He mother said, amused.
"No, really. Think about it. What if it's a success? On me. Why would anyone marry me? Moreover I don't want to get involved in this."
"You will have to. For humanity."
"Geez, mom. You want me to create a population on my own?!" Veleda gasped, terrified. "THAT'S HORRIBLE."
Her mother cackled, "A bit of it at least."
"God...No..."
Her mother was still too amused to stop herself.
"No one will marry this beauty!" She exclaimed, pointing at herself.
"Now, now. You're the most wonderful daughter in the world."
"From the very few there are..."
"Well..."
"From the very few who survived." She had stabbed a wound. Her mother's eyes glistened and she gave a small gasp. Veleda was sorry. She wanted to apologize. But instead she turned around and said in a hollow tone, "It's all nonsense. I just wish I'd be with you forever."
"You will. With your population of Veleda's and Davids." Her mother knew how to turn a conversation. This made them both laugh for at least a minute.
Afterwards, she did the same routine of turning into her specific clothes and carefully hiding the single strip of silver hair under her black hoodie. She took her headphones and nail polish and the remover to do something in the elevators. She wore crazy looking black hiking boots. Her right arm had been fractured a while back but was healing rapidly. Looking outside the window it was a good enough reason to wear gloves. She didn't want any unwanted attention because of the bandage. As for the monitoring staff, she'd answer them later with a false tragic story. Without a goodbye, she slipped inside the cab. "Looking nice, Cob." She smiled playfully. She had been calling him Cob from a long time Cob wasn't his name though. But since he never talked or answered anything, she decided to call him Cob anyway. Sometimes she could see him annoyed which was fun. She had received one horrified glare once when she had kindly asked him, "Hey, Cob. Need some lipstick?" He had been terrified but had said nothing nevertheless, staying loyal to his job. She gave him mercy anyway.
The rode swiftly and came to a halt in front of pearly white walls and a steely colored gate. After entering, she made her way to the front without a glance around and walked up to a reception screen. She showed it her I.D card and opened her eyes wide for the scan lasers. A green 'Pass' appeared and she entered the elevator doors that were to take her all the way down to the hall. And further to the labs. The elevator stopped at many levels, collecting people who were at different places for a different reason. People usually preferred a daily check-up before a detailed one, which was held at the second level. After that, they took the elevators to the third level down. Fourth level was for the scientists and their researches. And nobody knew what the fifth one was for.
Without further thought, she slumped down on the floor, legs crossed and took out her nail polish pen. Who was looking and who cared anyway? She didn't care if anyone came in from the second floor. She liked sitting here, and she was tired, and the floor was cold...no excuses needed! She simply didn't care.

(Let's meet. *o*)

(So much going around in yer head. o.o I just have this wonderland. *o* And thankus, yours are lovely too. I already ship 'em!! Though I have no idea how exactly they are going to get together. :p Zis will be fun.)

"Have you seen an I.D card around?" He asked yet again but of course nobody had. The place was always squeaky clean with a shine. He repeated everything in his brain, everything he had done since he had arrived. But losing the I.D card was nowhere in his memory. 'I hate you, brain. Stop keeping secrets from me. Seriously, brain. Where does your loyalty lies?' He passed a group of scientists and made his way in the opposite. He wished the card was made of metal and he had a ginormous magnet...but then the whole building would probably collapse and take everything with it. But won't that be cool though? He wouldn't have to worry about the I.D card no more. 'Brain, this is the last time. Stop joking around.'
The idea of the magnet crossed his mind as he looked down on the tiles for a sign. His mother's voice telling him of his carelessness echoed in his mind but he shook it away. He took another turn and saw a tip of silver under black boots. He looked up and noticed a white coat. Great. He had to go through this scientist now. But the scientist was in fact a girl his age. Since when did they started recruiting teenagers?
"Um, excuse me?" He tapped on her shoulder. "That is something important to me." Well, not really, but scratch that. He said motioning under her feet, "Since you don't need one yourself, will you mind stepping a-w-a-y...?" He said as slowly and dramatically as possible. Like talking to someone who couldn't understand normal language.

Lost in her world, she took out her fingers one by one and started painting them. The elevator doors opened and closed, somebody had walked in. She ignored the presence for the while and kept on painting efficiently fast. He nails had shades of blue and green now. She flashed them in her eyes and felt a body slump beside her. What? Nobody ever joined her. That was new. People usually just stood in a corner as far as they could and stared at the freak below. She turned her head sharply, exposing her face and examining the other. Fiery red hair and emerald eyes. Some dude. She hadn't seen many and this one had an air of annoyance. She didn't liked people in general and friendly ones were just annoying at some point.
"Well, hello. I see you've taken a huge part of my space." She said monotonously, narrowing her eyes. "Move, random person. I occupied this territory first."

(Messy handwriting buddies! *highfive*
Haha! And don't forget canons...People might get extremely confused as to why someone could be so obsessed with boats...)

Damaris took a moment to register the super-annoyed tone. A grin appeared when he was acknowledged as an alien and he answered, "Correction: I did not misplace it. I merely lost it in one of my important ventures. Which were essential for my hunger needs." He said, looking serious and mature to add effect. He grabbed the card from her hand and slipped it in his pocket.
After hearing the next phrase, he retracted. "Wait, why? Nobody usually needs my help. People usually dread the day when they'll need my help..which will be highly unlucky circumstances, poor them...where was I? Right. Okay." He looked back with a loopy smile and added, "Ask away, my lovely."

Veleda hid away her probable shock with a raised eyebrow. She thought for a while for something correct to say, but she was too used to saying whatever came up in her mind. "You're one interesting human, aren't you?" She mused, "You're right, I am not. And I don't want any conversation here." She clearly wasn't in a mood of a conversation. Neleda was never an anti-social, she simply hated people at first. And having some random guy try being incredibly different and nice was something she couldn't comprehend. She took the act alarmingly and readied herself to act in her usual way. The threatening way of hers.
She opened her nail polish and got on her knees, swiftly now inches away from this apparent company. "Listen here, sweetheart. I am not the kind you think I am-" She hissed, literally on his face. "You've got two options." She counted a finger of her un-gloved un-fractured hand, "One: You stay being the annoying punk you are and get murdered. No one will know." She smirked wildly, "Gloves, boo yeah." She winked, still inches away, "Second! You stay quiet and pretend you're a water molecule and I think about not slashing you with my secret weapon." She finished, waving her nail-polish pen at him.

(Sankoo! RYAN IS SO HILARIOUS. I died at that reaction.)

Damaris had no problem helping a lost lady, a pretty one that is. Whaaaat. I like appreciating beauty. He pondered over, "I must admit, this place is a freaking puzzle. I got lost thrice even when I knew where to go." He cleared his throat. Maybe he shouldn't have mentioned that. It only showed his own lost-mindedness.
"Will be a pleasure to help!" He said breezily, waving an arm at a side to make way. "Come along, lost-girl. If that's your name. Is that your name? I'll just call you that anyway. Nah. That's lame. What's your name? I'm Damaris." He finished, smiling softly.

Veleda suppressed her amusement. Now that was new. She felt like laughing for a second. The sudden burst of anger had been washed away by the reaction of this person in front. Furthermore, she wanted to laugh at what was going to happen next. Her face grew into a wilder, almost malicious grin.
In a swift moment of a millisecond, she uncapped the pen and scribbled over his face. It took only a second to draw a blue fat mustache and sign Aven on his forehead. "That fabulous enough for ya, eh, punk?" She whispered and pulled back.
Naturally she couldn't hold it anymore. "My, my! Look at that!" She exclaimed loudly, "Aren't you a beaut!" Her eyes sparkled as a mischievous grin crossed her face.
She wished she had a camera. Painting random people was rare and an epic adventure. And this on had happened in a second. "My sweet , thou art fairest of all thing. Do fathom us with your beauty, you amazing creation."
(I was also thinking about that! Hmm, I was thinking about it more on the premises of the building's secrets. Like, illegal experiments and records. AND! What if the elevator takes them there and they mess something up or something and then the the next day the scientist investigate or something...And then they go through all kids one by one- and that's when the reality is revealed. The sooner the better!)

(Lurve these two already. *o* I just want to jump in and shout, NOW MARRY!)

Test subjects... Well. Damaris didn't like the sound of it. It made him sound something, instead of someone. Apart from the fact that it was true and he actually was a part of the experiment he never considered himself being a thing. Well. That hurt. His eyes constricted for a while as he tried to shake away the thought. He took it to a new direction. He thought for a while what the world would be without his presence...nope. That was one horrifying thought. He would not let the world suffer.
He wore a serious look and started, "Nope. I'm a cyber robot invented to help this facility get a life. It seems very lame, don't you think?" He asked, tilting his head and talking in a mechanical voice. "So I go around making people happy. That's my sole mission!" He marched forth like a soldier. "It is my duty and and my responsibility! Moreover I can also pass for a very handsome worker which keeps people busy. You know, staring and all that." He smirked.
He turned a corner for the hall's entrance way. "This is the most boring place I've been to. No offense, if you're a scientist or whatever, but to me, it's all very stupid. " He muttered, " And I absolutely don't understand why you're wearing that lab-coat."

This time the reply wasn't a surprise. She grinned as he talked dramatically about having no facial hair but that only took a second to turn into a gasp. Her pen was snatched away and God knew what she looked like. She had been assaulted with an open fire. Her own weapon used against her. That was an absolutely unfair way of winning a war.
"You.did.not.just.go.there." She breathed, staring cold eyed at the pen in his hand. But she decided to let it go and not scratch his face. That would be brutal for the poor guy who merely wanted to talk.
She sniffed with an upturned nose, "I already was, punk. But you!" She said, eyeing him, "You have received victory by unfair means. I declare war for another time around. " She mused, gazing at his mustache. Was she looking like that too? Who cares? She didn't mind going around in public like that.
She snatched back the pen and smirked, "The fabulous pen's mine!" She snapped and stood up, revealing her actual height. She was wearing long black leggings and a sleeveless white top beneath the hoodie with her boots. And a long silver necklace slipped around her neck had a miniature guitar at the end. Her shirt read, 'I can only please one person a day. TODAY ISN'T YOUR DAY. Tomorrow doesn't look good either.'
She leaned against the wall and yawned, "Just so you know, the ink's irremovable on unbelievably irritating male species and might cause death."
(Agreed!)

(So do I. Let's get the elevator going then.)

He mentally accepted himself being called an alien and felt quite vivacious about that. He was in fact an alien, but his mind roamed around the certain games he had played and well, had to admit, no alien looked slightly as glamorous as he did.
"Well, that explains the lab-coat. I was prepared to believe you had it stolen." He sighed, "Which isn't quite possible. You don't look like it." The girl did not look like anyone who'd be doing some pranks around. No wonder she was worried about getting lost. For him it was always an adventure.
Damaris nodded silently as he reached the halls. Now five of them opened upto different areas. He had no idea where the scientists could be, but they usually were...somewhere around here.
"Well, this is confusing." He looked at Melody with a frown, "You see...this is the central point. You know where your Dad could be? My alien senses says this is the right way," He pointed at the front way and looked back at her looking assured.

"Oh, you're living in some oblivion aren't you?" She asked presumptuously and hoped she'd never meet some aloof like him again, or him only for that matter. The war wasn't a tie but she had no more weapons at the moment.
She considered the idea of murdering the scientists and was heartily delighted. "I'd love murdering them, not with the pen, I think something else would be a better choice," Her jaw clenched as she listed numerous ways of killing them. She liked thinking about that a lot and had done in the past. But right now, even the pen idea seemed interesting. "If I do so, which I will eventually, be at my side soldier." She announced. She imagined what fun it would be if they'd just randomly paint scientists.
She had the remover in her pocket and she had been playing with it the second she stood. The tower of a guy beside her probably wanted the amazing mustache off.
"Why so? You look beautiful." She winked with a brazen assurance, "My work payed off. And I'm sure yours isn't quite as good as mine." She smirked, absolutely proud of her creation, "And you see, sweetie, the removing thing is not very fond of human skin unless removed carefully exactly where the polish is. Toxic. So either you have a flawless mustache or a burned tattoo for the rest of your miserable life." She was amused at the idea. It was not plain truth but somehow a mixture of it. The remover had been a bad experiment she'd gone through in the past in her careless days. It didn't burn, but it wasn't very friendly as well.

(I knoooow. XD What would their ship be called? Releda, Vryan, Relle?)

Damaris blinked at having his hair rumpled. Habitually, he didn't take the act offensively and gave an actual pleased smile. "Ha! That's interesting now. I always expect the unexpected, glad I can do that with you too." He said casually.
He looked at his watch as she said the last phrase. 'Goddammit.' He whispered, haywire and turned around frantically. "I've gotta test to take!" He had wasted many minutes munching on snacks but the conversation had led him astray. Now he was more late than usual. Though he didn't mind, he always was anyway.
He looked back at Melody and spoke swiftly, "You're free then, aren't you? You can come with me and see how the things go. After all, you've got a lab coat and a name." He shrugged, scratching his neck, "Plus, I get bored. It'll be good to have some company around. I can show you around too. What say?" He asked, hopefully.

No way in hell was she letting her remover in his hands. She spoke knowingly, "You're forgetting something, punk. I'm a girl and I happen to be magnificent as I'm a master of nail-polish applying and removing arts, thank you very much. " She finished with a slight bow. She could simply go back home and get a mirror to remove it. As for the rest of the time, she didn't care about it.
"I can remove it myself, huns. I don't mind looking like a walking circus for the time being, " She raised her eyebrow, slightly amused, "However, I don't think I'll be sharing my amazing qualities anytime soon. You''ll have to find someone else to do the job." She stated with an air of victory.
"As for my name," She begin dramatically low and pulled her hood to more closer. "I shall never reveal my identity." She whispered, "I prefer living name-less far away in the lone worlds of darkness at the brink of light and dawn where no one shall be able to go."

(Sheesh, you lazy person. Tis 'kay.)

"Come along then!" He said, leading the way to one of the corridor and finally to the elevators. He was glad his aloofness had made someone smile after all. He entered his I.D card in the slot and opened wide his eye for the laser to scan it.
"YES. I EXIST. THANK YOU STUBBORN PIECE OF METAL." He replied as the green identification appeared and the elevators doors opened. He slid inside and waved for Melody to come in before the doors detect that she didn't have any identification.

She pretended to be impressed, "That's nice. Because that's the first thing that happens once you're spotted with me."
The announcement around wasn't clear but she was sure she hadn't heard it before. The elevator finally reached the destination and the doors opened. She didn't bother to look back and stepped outside, immediately getting back. Her face showed utter shock, "Wrong floor," she hissed, looking at Ryan.
After reading the readings inside, it was clear they were somewhere they weren't supposed to be. The fifth floor. The bottom most floor nobody knew about. They shouldn't be here. They had been inside the elevator for far too long. An alarm rang inside her as her adrenaline took a rush. She swept away a bang of hair and came up with a challenging smile, "Up for an adventure, punk?" She said and jumped outside.

(Oh, that's torturous. I pity you. P.S What's the fifth floor like? I am just inserting random stuff here. :p )

He chuckled at the response. Surely his own reaction was quite amusing for her. He crossed his arms and punched in the number 3. He didn't wanted a regular check-up at the second floor and wished he'd get away soon this time.
"And now we wait," He repeated. "So! What's the book about?" He chirped, not very fond of silence.

She ignored him for a second and squinted her eyes to take in her surroundings. Unlike the other floors, this one had a lot of space. The area was massive and grey. And a lot of ginormous doors, not to forget with many security locks. She marched towards one and examined. They all had detectors with lasers, or simply codes or touch pads to give fingerprints, or a screen for a distinct feature. Each one was different and she was craving to know what secrets lied behind those bars.
"Oh, we are totally getting busted..." She muttered, lost in the controls with a slight gleam in her eyes. She looked up at the ceiling with spirals, giving her a headache. Well, the architecture was certainly impressing. She looked at Ryan before he could do something and pulled him at a side, "Don't look at the detectors. It'll probably send alarms." She guessed, letting him go and moving his head towards one screen with her hand. "See?"
Her mind roamed over with certain ideas to open the locks. "Now we just need a way to prove that we are a bunch of oldies. Any ideas, genius?" She asked, raising an eyebrow.

(Sound good to me. :p )

An exasperated sigh escaped his mouth, "Aaaah, history. I've had the Wars memorized." He said, clicking his tongue, "Perks of being the son of a teacher." He wore a serious look and started recalling historical events, "My mother teaches history, she never left the school even when they got deserted because of the...You know, thing. You don't know how many times I hear this stuff. Pfft..." His face showed complete frustration. "And for that very reason, I joined school when most people locked their kids inside. Mum believes in education's power."
He recognized the book in her hand, "I've read that too. Was forced to. And believe me or not, I happen to be an okay sorta student." He gave another lopsided smile, "Though sports are my actual area of expertise."

She listened carefully and viewed the other doors. "Nice one, genius." She mumbled, her mind somewhere else.
"I've got another idea," she said, nudging him in the shoulder and pointing at a screen. "Heat."
She walked up to it and wiggled her eyebrows like he'd most definitely understand her just by doing this. "See?"
But she gave up and sighed, "Fingerprints." She explained, "Sweaty fingers leaves prints and heat can easily be detected as body heat which will make the prints visible."
She quickly took out her left hand's glove and placed it on his head, "Just in case we escape alive we don't need to leave marks." The glove was not his size and probably slim but flexible enough to do the job. She readied herself at the control, keeping her eyes away from the laser detector atop. The screen below was blank and shiny, reflecting her own violet eyes and green specks clearly. Bending down, she breathed, slowly giving heat and wishing the prints would appear.

(Yez. But we need to have a specific reason for the maze. )

"Oh, cheer up, you!" He said, taking a look at the disappointed face. She probably was fond of the book and admired reading. Even though he simply didn't show any signs of a reader, he had a collection of his own. But history was an exception. It was like a lullaby, he'd told his mother...and received a scolding on respecting your ancestors or whatever. Now his old nemesis history had saddened a fellow and he couldn't just let it be. So he tried to explain, "Exactly how would you feel if somebody recites the same thing everyday 24/7? NOT nice."
Damaris gave back the book and smiled, "Mother is obsessed, I tell you. You guys would be best friends. And she says, I'm the obsessive one! Pfft. Video games are not obsessions. They are life. " He gasped, enthusiastically looking up at the ceiling, "They are the oxygen I breathe in!"

Veleda narrowed her eyes at him, "Stealing away my spotlight, huns." Excitement surged up in her like a volcano as the clicking was heard. She had been successful and was craving to know what lied behind.
Placing the glove back on his head, she smirked, "Looks good on you, punk." She'd seen him struggle like a child with the glove. Obviously not his size. But they were not out of here. And fingerprints couldn't be something they could be careless about. She took the handle and gently pushed, surprisingly the door was heavier than expected. But years and years of carrying various instruments up to her school's club room had made her stronger. She retreated as the door opened, revealing a corridor instead of a room.
Great.
"Tell me this is a joke." She groaned, her happiness melting to nothing. But she wasn't giving up just now. Even though somewhere at the back of her mind, she knew she was in trouble and had invited it herself. The corridor had just made her more resistant. And now she just had to know the secrets of this floor, no matter what the price.
She looked at the red-head she had dragged along. A stranger though he was and didn't even knew her name for one, he was tagging along without question. "Ready to open more doors, soldier?" She grinned, walking towards one and examining it.

"Aha! Parents. They just don't understand." He shook his head, clicking his tongue. "But by this horrendous incident, you had the chance to meet the wonderful me. Now isn't that amazing?" He asked, looking innocent with a glint of mischief. Sooner or later, as he had done in the past, he was probably going to simply tell her to get out of her shell because she deserved to see the beautiful world like him. But considering she wasn't probably going to understand the statement the way he wanted, he left it for some other time. He didn't wanted to be a creep by randomly saying random stuff to some stranger he wanted accompanied for the moment. God knew, he had freaked out a lot of people be giving off random compliments as in 'admiring beauty'.
The elevator finally came to a halt and the doors slid open. "There we are," Damaris stepped out, looking at the familiar white tiles and mirrored windows on cream coloured doors. It was like a fancy hospital, but boring anyway.

"Never again, punk." She remarked and snatched back the glove, stuffing it in a pocket. He didn't deserve it anyway. Get caught, who cares. She wouldn't mind seeing his mouth shut. "Well, not entirely my fault that I am gifted with slender long fingers along with an extraordinary brain and personality. Rather than ugly fat ones which won't even fit a glove to possibly save your own head." She said fluently, looking for doors with fingerprints.
She was standing in front of a door which looked very similar to an old fashioned bank locker with a wheel in front. What kind of an idiot designed this? She smiled at hearing the very obedient 'Yes Ma'am', "You're the lieutenant. I'm the captain. Now follow me, you lazy being."
She pointed at the weird door, "Look at this. It's like out from the old ages. Think they're storing a world bank in there?" She let out a dramatic gasp and widened her irises abnormally. Then at once, she started talking in a high pitch, "Oh my, we gonna be rich, daddy!!"

(That's like, one eye and an arm. :\ IS.RYAN.PORPOTIONED? I'm kidding..ahem. XD Here's Damaris.
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He strolled ahead at the central office for marking his presence. "Um, not so sure about that. " He said, looking back, "They kind of attach stuff on you which is attached to a monitor and it records results." By now, he was sure he wasn't making much sense. "It's technical stuff, you'll know."
After finishing his work there, he was given the card for his test room. And he walked forth but stopped, "Hey, Melody..." He whispered, getting closer to her ear, "How about you pretend to be a doctor today?" He was grinning once again with extreme delight, "It'll be eaaaaasy. Just give your father's name and tell them you're here for an inspection!" He winked, amused with his brilliant idea. "What do you say then?" He said, waiting impatiently.

She pushed the little screws and expected a result but nothing happened. Hearing him talk, she answered with a straight face, "That was a joke, pea-brain. Of course there aren't any gold sets here."
She examined it closer and wondered how an old lock could be opened. There wasn't any technology back then...so...? But then she remembered something about 'who made you captain anyway' and modesty and shot him a hateful glance, "You want a fight, punk?" She said through gritted teeth, giving her best angry glare.
But she realized the place they were inside and the importance of the moment. She wasn't challenging him to a dual, even though the thought was surely delicious. And so the anger turned into irritation and she replaced it with a cold grimace. The way to open the lock struck her. "Force," she said by habit. In old ages, without any technology -force was the only way locked doors were opened. She gave herself a mental tap on the back. I'm a genius. "Of course!" She exclaimed and took one side of the wheel thing, "Stop fooling around and help me push it!" She ordered, "Some soldier. What was I thinking when I made you a lieutenant?" She groaned distastefully. "Now take the other end or I'll start punching you instead. Which would be very appetizing."

(Same story here, bro. B| Damaris just looks a little like him. Hmph. x.x)

He smiled merrily and focused on her from a distance. She did look a little out of place. And her age probably gave her away, but the name was enough. All she needed was an entrance card which he had. Perfect. With inquisitive eyes he looked around. If anybody asked them anything, he could take it from there. All they needed was confidence and everything could work. As for him, he had it in tons. Not so sure about the girl...until she flicked her hair. Well, now they both were confident, that was a good sign.
"Not so clueless as you might think, Melody dear. Now follow me," He said, pulling her chin up with a finger, "Chins up. You're a proud snobbish doctor, remember?" He said, arching one brow. And then whisked around and marched to enter one of the rooms by showing his card. The undesirable scent of medicines flowing up his nostrils.

Veleda faked a laugh, wiping a pretend tear and patted his shoulder, "You keep thinking that, punk. After all, nobody can really stop anyone from dreaming big. Keep wishing, sweetheart." Then back in her straight-face she rolled her eyes and slipped inside the room with him. She was thinking if she could actually ever get a chance to punch him, she wouldn't miss it for the world. She really wanted to do that, but then again she kind of needed him alive. No mercy. Just maybe because she didn't want blood on her hands. Which was quite a desirable thought anyway.
"I'd think about that promotion when you actually do something. Such as, " She let out a frustrated sigh, "Using your brain. If you have one. " So far he was only coming at the end to help her instead of brain-racking about how to open doors. In her mind she imagined him to be one of those cops who do nothing but eat donuts. All he needed was a fat tummy to fit the picture. She was hiding an amused smile, thinking about the wonderful future he was about to have.
The room she was in looked more like an empty lab than a gold locker. Oh shush, she wasn't expecting that anyway. It had a million little screens hanging like chandeliers from the ceiling. The walls were all covered with round black holes holding...what was that? What the heck is this place? She thought, but that was until the door closed behind itself, alarming her of danger.

(Aeoo...My turn for late reply apology. Reasons: No idea. Sowee. :p )

The room was a typical test room with a chair and it's coordinates around it. Apparently, they also needed to check the person's brain...or something like that. Damaris had no idea what actually the machines did. As long as they were harmless, he was fine with them. The test wasn't simply a fertility test. It tested your growth rate, health and everything essential needed for a perfect person. In fact, they treated the subjects like an experiment they had to keep checking again and again. They kept a keen on everything. The thought was slightly disturbing, to feel like a mere creation. But Damaris was good at shaking away the bad thoughts.
Damaris entered to find the usual lady in white tapping furiously on a pad in front of a screen. "Hello," He said aloud and she acknowledged him with a nod.
A moment later she shook her head, "You are...?" She begin, critically looking at Melody and taking her appearance.
"A doctor." Damaris pointed at the tag on Melody's coat and flopped down on the chair.
The doctor was clearly not convinced. She walked up to the new entry and said in her raspy stern voice, "I don't recall any visitors. Who are you?"

"Bones? Did you say bones?" Veleda uttered, looking around frantically. Surely, there couldn't be real dead bodies around? Right? She asked herself but was caught up between her search as the lights went out. Darkness looming around them without a slight sign of existence. Okay..this is bad. They really needed to get out of there. But some rebel inside her was burning with curiosity. What is this place after all?
"Enough messing around." She spoke, her voice echoing. The whole idea of this secretive place was annoying her. She felt the urge to slap around to see where her partner was and did so. Hitting a face or whatever, she announced briskly, "There you are. Right. I'm going in." She said and without further thought, starting walking in the direction she was looking the last time. Hoping to find an end. Or a clue at least.
But instead, it was cold which welcomed her. A hiss of fear and the smell of rotten flesh.

(O*O Finallyy! Someone who understands!)

Damaris grinned, slightly impressed by Melody's confidence. This was going better than he had anticipated. The doctor who had a hard time believing the new girl was no tapping at several different pads. An anxious look at Melody then and again. She clearly wasn't fond of being inspected.
"Ah, come on, Doc. Shy are we?" Damaris commented and she gave him a glare. Which he easily ignored. He was amused by the doctor's movements. Leaning against the chair, he slipped a hand in his pocket and took out a gum.
"No eating, Leopold."
"It's just. A. Gum."
"This is not a central park."
"Is this is a stage then? Because you sure as hell have stage fright." He mocked and the doctor plunged a needle furiously in his arm.
"OW! THE HECK, LADY?"
"It's a clinic." The doctor smiled.
"More like a fortress of witches..." He murmured, giving her killer glares.
The doctor ignored the patient and tried to ignore the girl who was writing and surveying contently. She attached Damaris's head with two nodes and the screen behind her blinked to life. His brain's readings showing up in a language only she could understand. Meanwhile, Damaris folded his arms and pretended to sleep.

"Watch out, punk." Veleda said in a failed attempt to tell him to stay alert. How could they? They were shrouded in darkness. What was the smell? So the bones were real then...She shivered with the thought. Dead people dancing in front of her eyes. Okay, stop. This was a trap. A trap.
She took another step and whispered, "No sign on life...Except..." She gasped as a sudden pain stringed in her leg. "Us..." She fell, losing consciousness. Her thoughts dulled and finally blank.

Veleda woke up with a dizzy head. She felt like she wanted to throw up. Was that a bug...surely not. What had happened? She didn't recall anything much. And made a fruitless attempt to move, finding herself bound. Her arms tied and stretched out. With a billion little wires wriggling around them and her waist. She shook her arms frantically, her heart hammering against her chest. What the heck is going on? There was no vision, nothing. Darkness suddenly seemed much more horrifying and terrified her. Se looked up and saw green little numbers flashing against the screens she'd seen when they had arrived. They were working now. But why and how, she didn't knew. She just needed to free herself. The restraints were really getting her on edge.
"Hey! Where are you?!!" She shouted, shaking her legs. The last thing he said was to not find him by slapping him. Fate's magic. She couldn't now.
Great.
She panicked. Various thoughts clouding her brain. She kicked as far as she could and hit some meat. The stomach maybe? But she wasn't sorry, for she knew who it was. She did it again. "Get your stupid face right here!"
(Nether do I. Join me in my randomness because I'm about to go very random.)

The doctor started a configuration on a panel and squinted at the screen. Hearing the comment, Damaris grinned at Melody and went back to his pretend sleep.
"Oh, is he now?" The doctor whisked around, examining the girl.
"Indeed I am," Damaris said, crossing his arms behind his neck.
The Doctor slipped the pen she was holding on the table and walked towards Melody, arms akimbo. "Why don't you tell me how it's done, sweetie? After all you're an expert."

"Good to see too, honey." She taunted the voice. Finally aware of his existence, she was somewhat relieved. At least she wasn't alone.
The blinding light aroused her to cover her eyes. But sadly, that wasn't possible so she closed them anyway. "God, is that you?! HEAVEN?" She shouted ridiculously, taking joy of the moment. If it was God, by any chance, she'd ask Him to get rid of the partner first. And if this was hell...
'Welcome to our testing facility. ' The what? She listened, about to curse but listened to it till the end. All of our abilities? But it struck her in the end what was about to happen.
A poisonous gas. A cold shiver went down her spine.
"Okay, this is sick." She said in a robotic hypnotized tone. She felt like she needed to say it out loud. But the problem was the restraints. How were they getting rid of the wires, she had no idea. Being gifted with sight once again, she examined the wires. The bones were back and the tied up boy as well. As much as the sight would have been amusing in a different condition, she needed his help and seriously needed to be out of here.
She realized with another shiver of fear, that the only weapon she had was her nail polish and it's remover. And her teeth. Was it really okay to bite the wires? She didn't hesitate to ask so, "So what? We bite these things off or what? Pretty sure they are tied up tight."

Damaris watched, amused at the sight. But slightly worried as well. The doctor looked like she was about to burst. With anger most probably. And he seriously didn't wanted something big to start.
She shook her head and breathed, "The best thing about surprise inspections is..." The doctor smiled, sitting down instead of going back. "You learn."
Damaris looked from Melody to the doctor. The syringe that was intact with his skin was pouring a liquid in his blood. And by now, it was supposed to be off. But he was too taken in by the moment to remember. And so was the doctor.
"So teach me a few tricks, will you? I've been working here for 6 years now. But I'm bound to make mistakes." She nodded at the sketchbook, "Teach me."

"Why the heck do you- screw it. Where is it?" She huffed, trying to make hopeless attempt to shake away her fear. Ryan was at a distance towards her left. But she almost had her back to him. To take the knife, she needed to face him. Okay, time to do something heroic. She stretched her arms more than they already were and pulled on the wires, doing a somersault in air and doing a complete circle.
Facing the red-head now, a slight victorious grin carved her face. But it vanished in a second as she heard him say the time left. In a hurry she whispered, giving a plain nice idea, "So I hit you until the knife's out of your pocket? What say?" Perhaps it wasn't a time for a joke but she had no better plans. After all, her hands were tied as well.
"The wires have elasticity." She suggested, "I can't reach you with my feet even. Get here, punk."

The door opened, revealing another doctor much older than the lady. The female was of course shocked but she had her confidence somewhat. "Professor Nightingale!" She squeaked, the father daughter were resembling now. And Damaris noticed her getting pale.
"She's here indeed. Was about to just tell me how to do my job properly." She commented, "Perhaps she knows better. Being your daughter after all. And doing inspection under your permission."
Shit.
This was not part of the plan. Nope. He couldn't let the conversation go any further. He didn't want any trouble, especially for Melody. And then he noticed the syringe. He looked at the screen in curiosity and the screen was alien to him. But sure as anything, it was inserted for a longer time than usual.
"Excuse me, random group of people...But don't you think the important person here is me?" He said slowly, smiling at the new company. But no one probably heard him
"Ahem," He said aloud, clearing his throat. Something was wrong. Something was absolutely wrong with his arm. His head was aching. "HELLOOO, DYING RIGHT HERE."

"Lovely. I already had my suspicions." She said, "Loan me that, once we get out."
Veleda concentrated on her limbs. She couldn't possibly use anything but her hand to pull put the weapon. She stretched her gloved hand towards the pocket, leaning herself in that direction. It was taking all her energy, not because the wires were pulling out her arms. But the arm close to the pocket was her fractured one. It was staring to hurt. Even though it was healing perfectly fine, she doubted now that was healed perfectly.
Just.a.bit.more.far. She thought, clenching her teeth and straining against her will. After a few seconds of struggle, her finger touched a hard surface. But it had to take more effort to actually hold it and take it out.
A slight gasp left her mouth as a shot of pain went through her wrist. BAD. NOT NOW. NO. "Whatever..." The said painfully. It was important to take out the knife. Arm could be fixed anyway. But the injury was causing her trouble. With a deep breath, she pulled her arm further and clasped the knife in her hand. Taking it out like fire, she took out a sigh of happiness. Even though her eyes showed pain.
"All right, punk. Stay still." She said, cutting his wires like an expert.