Trapped, new and accepting

[Scar]

Ears flattening back a little at his voice, eyes wavering away as she slowly turned her head to the window. Staring with yearning and reluctance to let go of this only source of visuals of the outside world. Momentarily she stood without a single stir, eyes absorbing the light of the falling moon. There was something... something off... Maybe-- no, that certainly wasn't it. Perhaps it was instinctual fear, yeah it was more likely that, or well whatever it was made her eyes ripple with a fleeting wall of tears that never broke. Disappearing before they could ever could ever learn to fall in their wake.
Swallowing hard, she exhaled heavily through her snort and began to walk. Folding her hands behind her back as she trailed silently behind the other, face downcast and shadowed by the curtain of hair it caused. Shielding her from the blinding light but not at all defending her from the gnawing quietness of the halls.

"Hmm?" Serenity managed to return from her spell of absent-mindedness before running into the scientist. Standing there in brief idleness, only now looking up with an upturned face to him. There was something... something still off about how she looked at him. Despite the misshapen results of science, in that moment she looked more human then she could ever be.

She opened her mouth slightly, obviously to say something but nothing came. An uncertain breathe stuttered past her open lips, defeated on even trying to speak as she looked into the darkness opened before her. Clamming up, she gave a simple nod of her head upon what he informed on the changes of her diet and obediently walked ahead of him. Vanishing almost completely in the dark of the room, there was no doubt in her timid stride as if it was second nature, knowing and returning to the correct cage. Where should she stood silently; not a last word, not a single sound. Just waiting.

However, nothing could ever go so swimmingly. A short, sharp whinny of alarm slipped past her in reaction to the suddenness of a neighboring experiment seemingly throwing themselves against their cage. Hissing and growing and lashing out their hands at the bodies of heat they were seeing, but more so directed towards the scientist. Still, that didn't keep the hybrid man from hissing and spitting out pained profanities, slashing curled fingers towards the horse-girl and the one that stood by the open door.
Serenity's ears flattened back, arms huddled close to her chest as she fearfully took a step back from her cage, shaking even out of instinct of the other. It was the strangest thing... She could sense what the other experiment was crossed with without even seeing them, and it was something that made her equine blood wave red flags. That and she had never had a liking for snakes.

[Sadies]

( Image of Hatsuharu from Fruits Basket. )
|| Name || Jiro
|| Age || 18 Years
|| Gender || Male
|| Hybrid Species || English Springer Spaniel Dog.
|| Looks || Average height, slightly on the side of being underweight, he is pretty skinny. Has white hair with black under lights and green eyes.
|| Personality || He generally comes across as being really laid back and lazy but his mind is generally running a mile a minutes, and his body struggles to keep up with his thinking pace and so he moves like a tortoise. That is until he is confronted with something to excite him in which he will suddenly jolt into action with an uncontrollable amount of energy. He often spends time trying to be calm because his energy levels often give him a headache.
|| History || He was kidnapped at age 15 on the way home from school.
|| Crush || None.
|| Children || None.
|| Other || None.

( Image of the character Len from the anime Moe Moe Daisensou. )
|| Name || Olive (Olivia)
|| Hybrid Species || Squirrel
|| Looks || Short and average built. Shoulder length brown hair, brown eyes.
|| Personality || She is often happy and friendly. She likes to dress up in costumes to distract her from being trapped, but also as a reminded that life wasn't always this way. She tries to cheer everyone up and look on the bright side, even though it is hard.
|| History || She got really sick when she was 12 years old and they thought she was going to die. She survived but they told her parents she didn't make it through and she was taken to be an experiment.
|| Crush || None.
|| Children || None.
|| Other || None.

[SkieNight]

When Fabian first stopped by the door, something had lightly tapped his back, a touch so brief he had almost missed it. But when the scientists turned around slowly, his eyes narrowed, not a glaring way, but in a more cautious way, as if he was reading the fine print of some manual. He paused for a moment, or maybe the world paused, he couldn't be too sure, and the experiment looked up at him with wide eyes that could almost be considered... pretty, their own wide, emerald sort of way. She opened her mouth, closed it, and finally walked past him into the dark room.

Fabian had never liked the Storage room, it was too dark for one thing, lit only by dim bulbs that hung from the high ceiling above, and too stuffy for another. He had once tried to argue for nicer, neater living arrangements for the experiments that were to live at the lab, but apparently there was some sort of budget, and Fabian had never been good at understanding budgets, so he let it alone and this dim, messy room had been the one to lock away the things that would eventually save humanity.

The man was pulled from his thoughts when loud hiss and a clanck echoed through the otherwise quiet room. Through the dimness, Fabian could just make out hands reaching out into the alleyway between the cages. The horse-girl seemed frozen in place, watching her neighbor with a frozen look. Another reason Fabian had been weary of a single, dark room for these creatures. In nature, certain animals detested the other, who was to say that wouldn't be the same in a lab? As the growling continued, and Fabian's ears had begun to rich and his head began to pound because of the sound, he marched down the hall, rested a hand on the shoulder of the experiment, his experiment for all intensive purposes, it's not like anyone else was doing anything for her, and guided her gently down the hall, doing his best to ignore the sound of the other. "Don't just stand there in the middle of the road," he chastised though his voice was cold it had lost any of its sharpness and seemed more bitter than anything else. "Ignore it and move on. That's not your concern."

{OOC: @Sadies - I'm not really one to accept or decline people (this isn't my rp), so join us if you wish, just know that it's pretty much all dead, but for Scar and I (and even then you say how long it took me to reply >.< sorry again Scar}

[Scar]

Tail flicking at some invisible annoyance, her legs refused to move save for quivering in place; uncertain and desperate of what she should do in that moment. Only then to suddenly cringe, welding her eyes close and sinking her head between her shoulders in reaction to something touching her. But just for a moment. A fleeting moment of fear and preparation for some inevitable demise, but nothing came. Ears gradually lifting with hesitance, apart of her was afraid to move if dread that was cause everything to come crashing down, but still nothing.
Slowly opened an eye to take in the dimness of the room, noting that there wasn't at all anything there except for the caged man that still lashed out to no avail. Only in the deceleration of her adrenaline and instincts did she become aware and make note of the strange calmness falling over her entire being. As well as the rapidly approaching fatigue and need for slumber.

Ears perking straight up, her head turned and focused her gaze on the voice of the other, having seemingly popped into existence while she had been on the verge of a meltdown. Curiously Serenity turned her head in an odd way, staring at the firm hand that held her shoulder. Determined to push her along to avoid anymore wasted time, but was that all that was to it? No questions asked or a protesting word, she complied willingly and silently.
Finding control in her own limbs again as she walked, baffled even as the raging experiment proceeded in his struggles and yet she didn't seem as frightened as before. However, unlike before, she felt carefully guided and that the one guiding her wouldn't lead her astray with all his control. Very much like a horse.
Serenity was still scared out of instinct of what the other man was but at the same time, she felt safe and distant enough to be out of harm's reach. Especially once in the confines of her own barred cell did she feel nothing could reach her.

Turning around in place, she just stood there. Ears at attention and head tilted as she looked up at the darkened silhouette of the scientist. A raspy, weak squeak bubbled up in her throat as her nostrils flared, inhaling deeply before moving her gaze to the hissing man. Twitching and flattening back her ears in distaste of the other experiment, Serenity blinked and slowly looked back to the scientist,"Sorry... for that, I don't know what happened there..." Soft and confused was her voice, clearly not quite attune to everything that had changed about herself.

Opening her mouth to speak again, mostly to reveal her gratitude on the matter but no words came, and in the end she just awkwardly closed her mouth and looked downward. A yawn soon followed, bringing with it heavy eyelids and sleep much needed. Crossing her arms snugly over her chest for warmth, standing motionless in place as she lifted her weary eyes one more time to the other and said in a gradually fading voice,"Don't... forget to get... ... get some..." However, she could never finish her sentence before drifting into sleep, it having been a very long, eventful day.

[Scar]

⋘ sᴜʙᴍɪᴛ, sᴜʀʀᴇɴᴅᴇʀ & ʙᴇʜᴀᴠᴇ- ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ`ʀᴇ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ʙʀᴀᴠᴇ? ⋙

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❝ you are but a minor nuisance,
-----------------ɪ ᴄʟᴇᴀʀʟʏ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ɴᴏ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ↣

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ɴᴀᴍᴇ ▹ ᴅʀ. sɪᴍᴏɴ 'ᴊᴀᴄᴏʙ' ᴅᴜɴʙᴀʀ

ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ ▹ ᴍᴀʟᴇ

ᴀɢᴇ ▹ ғᴏʀᴛʏ-ᴛʜʀᴇᴇ

ʜʏʙʀɪᴅ sᴘᴇᴄɪᴇs ▹ ɴᴏɴᴇ (sᴄɪᴇɴᴛɪsᴛ)

ᴄʀᴜsʜ ▹ ᴜɴᴀᴠᴀɪʟᴀʙʟᴇ, ɪs ᴍᴀʀʀɪᴇᴅ

ᴄʜɪʟᴅʀᴇɴ ▹ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴛᴡᴏ, ᴀ sᴏɴ & ᴀ ᴅᴀᴜɢʜᴛᴇʀ
sᴏɴ ɪs ᴇʟᴇᴠᴇɴ & ᴅᴀᴜɢʜᴛᴇʀ ɪs sɪx

ᴛʜᴇᴍᴇ sᴏɴɢ(s) ▹ OBEY - Crusher-P

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ᴀᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴀɴᴄᴇ ▹

• ʜᴇɪɢʜᴛ ▹ 6'0"
• ʙᴏᴅʏ ▹ light-muscled with fair skin, has seen too many days indoors. his complexion holds a somewhat huffy but calculative look, always looking towards greater horizons; dances between clean-shaven and light stubble.
• ʜᴀɪʀ ▹ really dark brown edged with white & grey; keeps his hairstyle fairly short and combed
• ᴇʏᴇs ▹ dark brown, almond shape
• ᴠᴏɪᴄᴇ ▹ tenor, slightly scratchy
• sᴄᴇɴᴛ ▹ sanitizer and aftershave

ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ ▹ ambitious, short-tempered, intelligent, very arrogant, manipulative, judgmental, domineering, malicious, vengeful, overly cautious, observant, cunning, merciless, bitter, attention-seeker, easily jealous, blunt & cold, has a cruel sense of humor,

ʟɪᴋᴇs ▹ likes tea and success,

ᴅɪsʟɪᴋᴇs ▹ not being the center of attention, failure, disobedience/resistance,

ᴇxᴛʀᴀ ▹ is actually a little bit of an alcoholic, prefers gin mostly
in spite of all his seemingly careful planning and simply cunning level-headedness, he more often than realizes that he disregards it all and acts on impulse if he's angry enough. can and will get physical if he feels threatened or enraged.
-- will add to it. ;P

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[SkieNight]

Fabian stood behind the experiment, staring at the back of her head as if that would make her move faster. His eyes flickered over to the lashing creature once, twice, then his attention was solely on the one in front of him, though he couldn't pretend that the other wasn't always in the corner of his eye. He wasn't sure that he'd ever get her to move, and she reminded him so much of the horses that his sister use to ride that for a second he stood back to think of what to do. Some would simply have shoved the girl forward, Fabian saw no reason in that useless display that was not only a waste of energy but was something that would cause inconveniences in the long run. He did lift his hand ever so slightly, however, and it hovered just over her shoulder, though his movement faltered, was he to rest it there or guide her forward?

His question was answered for him when she began moving herself and his hand quickly found his side as if it had never left in the first place and he followed her steady pace, staying two paces behind her at all times. He paused at her cage, already unlocked and the door left slightly open form when he'd gone to retrieve her in the morning. Morning, that seemed quite some time ago, and the heaviness of his eyes only confirmed that fact. Pushing up his glasses, Fabian ignored the sudden heaviness he felt in his limbs and opened the door for her to step in. When she turned around and spoke he simply waved it off, though something ticked in the back of his head, that went beyond the physical attributes of a horse to the mental as well, just how much had that machine done?

But that was another question for another day and another experiment. Fabian had done his research on genes and chemistry and the biology of the body, but neuroscience and the studies of behavior, well that was far out of his knowledge and his degree - not that anyone would ever get him to admit that aloud. He motioned for her to step into her hold pen, and closed and locked the door behind he once she did so. The scientist had turned around and was about the head off down the walkway, back to the door, when a soft voice caught his attention. Don't forget to get some... what was that? Fabian had half turned around when he realized that the girl was standing, her head tucked and arms crossed over her chest, her breathing slow. She was asleep. The ghost of something, a smirk, a smile, amusement maybe, fluttered over his features for a second, but in the dark of the room it was impossible to see his features softening ever so slightly, a and a second later he was stone cold again.

Must not be important, he figured as he turned around and started back towards the door, now glancing once towards the creature still thrashing in its cage. He stifled a yawn as he filed out of the Storage Room and glanced down at the clipboard once, frowning at the post-it note sticking up from the corners of the papers. He pulled at it and read it over once.

All Staff Meeting - 10am to 1pm xx/xx/xxxx
ALL STAFF MUST BE PRESENT
(even you Fabian)

He scowled at the neat handwriting, crumpled the note, and shoved it away in his pocket. A staff meeting tomorrow. Just wonderful. He yawned again. It appeared some sleep was even more necessary now.

[spiritmoon]

Hai can i join?

|| Spirit ||
|| 15 ||
|| Male ||
|| Part Wolf ||
|| Chocolate brown hair and blue eyes, white-tanish skin ||
|| Kind, Level headed, I guess the personality depends on what you think he is and who he feels like being ||
|| Can't remeber much of life, but knows about the Trapped world ||
|| -no crush yet- ||
|| -no children yet- ||
|| Can shape shift into a wolf sometimes ||[/center]

[Scar]

Mind illusions and guessing games, ever suspended in a realm of the mind's design. Churning up fragmented memories and concocting images of factless fantasy, reaching longingly for the celestial plain above but forevermore shall they be out of one's reach. Trapped in a time of turmoil and agony, never to walk the earth or lay under the skies above but that is what she was...
Connection wrongly severed, defining a loneliness that no sane mind should witness. Serenity rested peacefully still, like a statue, she remained standing throughout the remainder of the night and even far into the morning, slumbering deeply and dreamless. Haunted only with the pain of another life.


An obnoxious repeat of beeping harkened to the one that set the alarming reminder of the meeting he was already walking to. With a swift press to the beeping watch, it silenced, the owner not hesitating to return his unwavering attention from the screen in hand. Still fifteen minutes left before the meeting and not too much farther to his destination, coffee was firing up all cylinders. Awaking the man to his fullest potential and awareness. Sleep not being something he struggled with, getting his required night's rest otherwise to not turn into the grouchy, old man he could be if he missed it.
Finger swiping over the contraption, reviewing and looking over writing and numerous notes of the experiments under his authority and care. Finding reliability and quick access in compiling all his work into the portable device so he could have all his findings and results in hand. Plus pen and paper was just so old-fashioned and unreliable, not to mention time-consuming and tedious on the hands.
A cold disinterest made up the male's expression, focusing solely in his work and taking pride in his careful progress to success. So close it was to his grasp, and yet so far with this crop of inconsistencies and flaws that he just couldn't seem to figure the cause or cure of.
"It is within my reach..." the man muttered to himself, sure of himself that he'll figure out this bothersome conundrum.

From all-to-familiar halls of white to a room restricted only to staff, dressed with a clean table and chairs and a long window shuttered with closed blinds, this man- commonly known as Dr. Simon Dunbar- didn't restrain from making his entrance into the room secret. Holding himself with a prideful but knowing air, though some would see it as more intimidating than anything else.
Taking his seat, cautiously as to not wrinkle his lab coat, Simon sat straight and proceeded to hone his gaze specifically on the tablet in hand, diligent in his work even when meetings were set. They bored him for the most part, and unless he had some breakthrough to share, he didn't concern himself with the affairs of others. They were all just minor nuisances to him, all unworthy of his time.
Speaking of time, which was something of great value and importance to Simon, it was needlessly ticking away and that was putting him on edge. Sparing his glance around the room, Simon was growing impatience. Scratching an itch behind his ear and under a mix of brown and silvery-grey hair, his hardening sneer was growing more predominate as time went.

[SkieNight]

There was a series of light raps on his door, and for a brief second Fabian actually considered at least lifting his head away from the piles of papers. But when he glanced over at the note he'd been given yesterday he thought against it and turned all his attention back to the numbers before him. Another secession of knocks kept him from his work and he sighed. "D-Dr. Lorenz?" A quiet voice called from beyond the door. "The staff meeting is starting in ten." He really didn't have a choice in this matter, did he? Looking over his papers once, he piled them up quickly, grabbed his laptop, as much has he hated the thing, and left the room. Elizabeth, the young intern who'd been following him around for a few days now, stood in the hallway. "Sorry about that Dr. Fonda told me to run and grab you and-"

"Let's get going," he said, with a bit more snap than he intended, but the intern didn't open her mouth for the rest of the brief walk to the conference room so maybe there wasn't much to feel bad about. Fabian opened the door and strolled into the room with five minutes to spare. He glanced around his colleges and sighed, so many intelligent minds and so much time that could have been used elsewhere, though that wasn't to say he wasn't curious to see how they were getting along and if they had stumbled across anything new and exciting. After all, Fabian wasn't a social one and staff meetings were the only time he really ever interacted with other scientists in the lab, unless he was forced to for one project or another. He sat down in a chair across from Dr. Dunbar and turned his attention to the head of the table. Elizabeth took her place along the wall, standing by the coffee cart. For a second Fabian almost felt guilty, another pair of hands and another brain going to waste by being put to work to serve, but then again the girl had never shown much promise in scientific work so maybe it was for the best.

The woman at the end of the table cleared her throat and looked them over before starting off with her usual intro and greeting. Dr. Fonda was an intelligent woman but spoke too much for his liking, and mostly about useless and mundane things. So, as he always did, Fabian let his brain wander as he sorted the papers in front of him. "A lot has happened in the lab this last month, so let's begin by discussing out individual projects then move on to what our next step should be. Dr. Dunbar would you like to start us off?" That caught Fabian's attention. He looked down at his notes and if someone had looked up at just the right moment they might have caught him grinning. Though he was one of the youngest at the table he was sure he'd done the most in the last week alone. The scientist pushed up his glasses, glanced around the table, and waited, ears open, and mind already working a mile a minute.

[Scar]

Looking up from his tablet only once the woman started speaking, Simon bore a rather unamused expression on his face but he was clearly hinging on every word she said. It was true that a lot had happened that past month. Not only had the more newest batch of experiments proved more fruitful then prior ones, it was probably a record month with the least casualties and deaths. Which was a nice result to see, progress was visually being made before their eyes.
Perking up his head lightly, a soft grunt emitted from his lips upon the woman focusing her gaze on him and requesting if he would be the one to start them off on the real profit of this place.

A shadow of a smile tugged his weathered face, certainly being one of the more 'senior' workers of this place, if going by age alone. Giving an acknowledging nod of his head, Simon answered with confidence,"Gladly." Gripping the arm of his chair with on hand, the other holding his tablet as he slowly pushed himself up from his chair. Exhaling heavily as that proved a challenge all on his own, as he stood their for a second to steady himself. Again, he was older and wasn't particularly in the best of shape, if not just his muscular strength was poor. His overall health was fine for one of his age, it was just tedious on him if he overexerted himself; so minor things such as getting up or lifting things was more taxing on his body than it should be.

Fingers swapping and moving to find his notes, Simon cleared his thought as he started,"For starters, the current crop of experiments, I say this is perhaps some of the best results we've received since the beginning." Glancing up and over to the woman, a passionate fire in his eyes. It would be a lie to say that he didn't love his job, but his love was more in for the chance of fame and not the science itself.
"I've especially seen some outstanding results in one of my experiments." a smirk creased his lips, purposely tooting his own horn as he continued. "The experiment,"he paused, moving the screen as to see the rest of his writing,"having been injected with the code of a viper, has shone to have naturally developed the glands and fangs of the viper in question." For a few minutes he went on to explain how even the venom he had produced was identical to that of the snake's own but that it was different in that it didn't harm his body. Simon even going as far as injected both the venom of the experiment and the venom of the viper itself in the bloodstream of the experiment to see if he would react negatively but the result proved nonlethal to him.
In all his talk, Simon did fail to relay the major flaw in that the experiment's fangs never fully developed, leaving him unable to secrete venom from his fangs. Which wasn't a bad thing but it was still a complication to the goal Simon was trying to reach.

"For a short time I had been uncertain for the experiment was showing signs of sight impairment, if not gradually losing his sight altogether," Simon seemed very at home talking in front of a lot of people, occasionally glancing to his fellow workers to be sure they were paying attention. "I was about to rule him out as incompetent and unusable for further studies when I came to notice through varies behavior signs that while being blind, he had gained to ability to see body heat signatures."

"Those are the only physical changes that have occurred from the weeks I've been observing the experiment," glancing up from his tablet for the last time, Simon set it down on the table as he added,"aside from some minor changes like his agility has spiked significantly, he is more aggressive and hostile and is overall sporting a near-replica temperament of that of a viper--" Carefully seating himself, he took a breathe and smiled vainly,"He is proving to be one of my more successful outcomes." Feeling no need to discuss the few experiments that haven't shown much promise yet, Simon waved his hand in a gesture that he was finished and returned to staring at his handheld contraption.