And the Posts..
For beginning posts you may be doing anything you like, but you need to be kidnapped at the ending.
~Velox Phasma - Arctic Fox/Lionfish~
McDonald's wasn't exactly my dream career but it paid. Really the money was unnecessary for tuition, as I was getting a full ride. Still though I would need money for other things. So far I had managed to scrape up whatever I could working here and there. Sometimes I wondered what exactly my future would hold, as so far it seemed very distant. Pulling myself out of my daydreaming I once again resumed the tedious process of receiving orders.
My shift ended eventually, though eventually was a long time. It seemed I had taken millions of orders today; people babbled up a storm. My father's house wasn't exactly right next to McDonald's, but it was easy to walk there. Besides it saved gas money, pretty soon I was sure I would end up cheap. As always the walk home seemed uneventful, and boring to say the least. I sincerely hoped that after college there would be more than tedium to adult life. Really I had realized that right now was my best years, and really the future looked slightly bleak. I couldn't really yet face this, and still clung to my pre-adult years. I was growing up to fast for myself, I didn't know if I was ready for it sometimes.
Just as I rounded the corner on my street, I watched a van slowly pull up beside me. Not knowing this to be a "dangerous" neighborhood the fact that this van was following me slightly unnerved me, but I just kept going. I stole a glance around me and realized no one was there. My dad's car was not in the driveway, no one in any of the houses around me seemed to be home. Someone jumped out of the van, gun in hand, and I heard a short whoosh. I looked down and there pricked in my neck seemed some kind of tranquilizer dart. I pulled it out, but the world was already spinning. The last thing I saw was the man who had shot me grinning as he stood above me. How much I wanted to tear that grin off his face, then darkness came.
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OOC: Just a note, no one will see each other during the kidnapping. The first time you are due to see one another is actually in the laboratory. You can use whatever method you think of to distribute the tranquilizer, not just getting shot with a dart.
~Aetas Vicissitudo - Marten/Bat~
Hate. Hate. Hate, washed through my mind as I watched each of the other children at the orphanage. Hate that one, and that one, and that one... Sitting there just made me sick seeing each of them so happy and me so glum. I was now in a cold rage as I stared at them, icily, and just wished that happiness would be sucked right out of their faces. I could almost taste each of their thoughts upon my tounge, love, freedom, joy! Vomit, was what I thought of it. Really I wished they would look up and see the world for the rathole it really was. Not worth it, this world was not worth it. The keepers looked to me to give an example, I was older they said. The keepers, love was there. They seemed to be able to like me unconditionally. There was good feeling there, but everywhere else HATE. How did I set an example to someone I had no cares about!
Over the years, the rest of the children had just learned to leave me alone. I refused to even sleep near to them, and instead had pulled my make-shift bed as far over to the window as possible. There now, trying to go to sleep, I stared through that glassy window. It was black outside but I could hear scufflings. Probably those damned rats again, always going through the garbage. Really I had too much hate inside me now to even let my self asleep. Brooding on all those thoughts kept me wide awake. Why couldn't I just fall asleep like the rest. Because I'm not like the rest, I can see more than they do. I realize what's going on around me! All this though still wasn't going to help me asleep.
I had left my room, 2:00 a.m. Alone only briefly I already swore I had heard things. Footsteps, whispers, but as always it had to be just damned hallucinations. Walking downstairs to the kitchen, I helped myself to a glass of orange juice. I knew I wasn't going to fall back asleep now that I had woken up. Then though, I drained the glass. Suddenly I was dizzy, the room spinning, and I went top-side. I was struggling now on the floor, struggling to get up. I couldn't though and continued to just lie there. Then I swear, before I blacked out I saw someone standing above me. I felt him pull up my sleeve, and cringed as he injected me. Suddenly the world above me started getting clearer and clearer, and I could hear distant voices now. Now they were distinct and I realized I could hear them, I realized I was actually sitting up. "I told you not to tranquilize him!" whispered the first man, though his face was still quite hazy, or was he just wearing a ski mask? "Well he's awake now isn't he?" the other with the same hazy outline whispered back. The first lost the slight rage he had before and nodded. With that he hoisted me up and helped me grope along, and out the door. I was to drowsy still to resist and I felt myself lead through the door of the orphanage. I was wrenched into some kind of vehicle and lay there leaning against the side. As we drove away I could feel my senses slowly coming back.
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Ta Dah!