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Post by Graest on Jul 27, 2006 11:27:52 GMT -5
The girl fell to the floor with a thud. The first thing she became aware of was the chilling coldness of the surface beneath her. What had happened, to release her from the stable temperature of her glass prison? She rolled onto her back, not an easy task with wings, and looked up. Above her was the test tube that she had spent the last sixteen years in, according to a metal square attached to it. She dimly registered that she could read, that she was a subject, and that her 'codename' was Angel. Well, she didn't mind any of that. Certainly she didn't feel much like an experiment. In fact, she felt more like...What did she feel like? Well...I suppose this feeling could be defined as 'me', or 'I'. And I have been named Angel. Therefore, I feel like 'Angel'. She turned her head, taking in the presence of four other girls, all in a similar state. Are we all test subjects, then? She sat up and looked around, surprised at how numbing the place was. It was enclosed, but very large.
ooc- Just give me a post to get organized... )
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Post by Joyess Heart on Jul 28, 2006 18:53:12 GMT -5
(Join as Greengrass?)
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Post by Creatively Comatose on Jul 29, 2006 15:54:28 GMT -5
ooc; Sure
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Post by Joyess Heart on Jul 30, 2006 22:28:50 GMT -5
As the other girls fell to the floor, one more fell from her prison. Deep mahogany hair pooled around as she knelt, trying to control her heart rate. For the first time in many years, she was out from the tube. She struggled to her feet, and looked around, taking in her surroundings. Deep emerald eyes saw the other girls, the boys, and the equipment.
Seeing the plaque, she leaned in and murmured to herself what it said. Greengrass, she mused, I will need a better name then that! Noticing her scant clothes, she looked around and grabbed a lab coat off a hook. Short for sixteen, it fit more like a robe then a coat. She buttoned the coat up, then went to the neglected plants on one of the desks.
Poor thing, She thought, then caressed it with a warm hand. The plant sighed with a gratitude that only a plant can give. Without the little bit of nourishment she gave the plant, the currently nameless girl found the tap that said what of type of plant it was. The plant, called Toxicodendron radicans, was also knwn more commenly as Poison Ivy.
Ivy, She thought, Poison Ivy. I like it. The newly named Ivy looked around again, then sent out a questioning thought. The flame-haired one was thinking about her name, and the humans who were staring at the girls. The water-bodied one was thinking about her new name, Kietsu. The iron-clad one was wondering who she was, and the wing one, she was wondering about her name, too, and giving this dungeon a good look-over. Then there was Ivy herself. That was an odd assortment of people. An odd assortment indeed.
-All done. Slightly sad, I know, and short, but to the point. I can also double as one of the ding-dongs who free them.-
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