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Post by lynnwhisper on Oct 20, 2012 2:19:34 GMT -5
Lynn was getting sick of traveling around with no clue where she was going. She'd given up being found by Kalypso. She had a funny feeling that she was farther away from home. Extremely far away from home...she'd traveled through large cities, port cities, and she just wanted to go home.
The more she traveled, the darker the scenery grew from where she lived with Kalypso. Especially when she wandered into a decrepit city. It was falling apart and the air smelled different. The air reeked of death and disease. It made Lynn's nostrils burn as she moved into the town.
She found a sign that looked like it was torn apart by something inhuman. The only letters she could make out were "Ra..c..on ...Ity."
She didn't understand what it meant, but she continued moving. She figured if the city looked as dangerous and scary as it did, she wouldn't find any white coats here. With their sharp knives and pointy needles...it gave her shivers just thinking about it.
She moved on to what used to be a park. She sat on the nearest, sit-able, bench to take a breather. She didn't remember when the last time she rested was. That and she was in serious need of medication. Her headaches were starting again, and she could feel her body growing weaker as the viruses rustled around inside.
She slipped the small messenger bag off of her shoulder, a finger opening the flap and feeling around inside for a syringe. They were all capped with wax of course, Kaly had made sure when she put emergency doses in her bag they were sealed. Kaly didn't want Lynn stabbing herself by accident looking for a pen.
She removed her hand, pulling out a full needle as she did, and held it up to eye level. She tapped the side of the needle, staring down the liquid inside of it. It was...weird seeing the source of the disease running rampant inside your own body. Lynn just wished she didn't have to keep injecting, but it was the only way to keep it at bay.
She gently slid the needle into her arm and pushed down on the handle bit. She didn't look as she inject the liquid into herself, but when she knew it was empty she quickly took the needle out of herself. She hated needles, and hated it even more that she had to administer this drug through one.
Why couldn't she have just died under experimentation? It would have been much better than being a freak...
"Kaly...where am I? I want to go home," She thought to herself.
She curled up in a ball, her knees pulled into her chest, on top of the bench. She figured she'd sit for a while with her thoughts, maybe try and figure out a way home. She was all alone......wasn't she?
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Post by Albert Wesker on Oct 24, 2012 8:44:10 GMT -5
Unfortunately for Lynn, she wouldn't have very long alone with her thoughts. Barely two minutes after she had curled up on the bench, the unmistakable crunch of footsteps on the ruined remnants of the city echoed out in the otherwise silence. Not just a single set of them, either -- at least three of them. And within a handful of seconds, their source came sprinting around the bench, slid to a halt, and whipped around, and Lynn would find herself staring down the barrels of three assault rifles in the hands of soldiers garbed entirely in black.
The one seemingly in charge spoke up almost immediately. "This is a restricted area. All trespassers not meeting requirements will be shot on-sight." The requirements, in this case....certain viral infections. "You meet these requirements, and that is the only reason you're not full of holes. You will come with us now, or we will shoot. Wesker wants to speak with you personally."
((Kweh I apologize for the suck of this. I didn't know what to do. D: )) |
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Post by lynnwhisper on Oct 24, 2012 14:27:49 GMT -5
((That's okay ~u~))
Lynn's ears perked up at the sudden noises and before she knew it she was staring down the barrels of the rifles. Her heart shot up into her throat. If there was thing that terrified her more than needles, doctors, people in white coats, and hospitals. Guns. She didn't understand what she'd done wrong, there were no signs signifying this place was a restricted area....and it wasn't like she watched the news or anything.
She didn't question the three as they ordered her to go with them. Running away from people in white coats was thing, running away from people with three sets of fully loaded rifles was a totally different story. One that she didn't care to hear the ending of it she tried to flee.
She gave a tiny nod of compliance as she slowly placed her legs back on the ground. She slowly pushed herself up off the bench and stood between the three riflemen. She didn't even bother trying to sign anything to the three, they'd probably think she was doing something to help her escape and shoot her on sight.
Kaly wouldn't appreciate her coming home full of bullet holes...
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Post by Albert Wesker on Nov 27, 2012 23:26:28 GMT -5
Immediately the three set off at a brisk march back in the direction they'd come from. In a handful of seconds, they passed through what had at one point been the double-door entrance of a large building. Straight to the elevator they went, which looked as if it wouldn't work at all -- it looked like it didn't even have power. But when the 'down' button was pressed, it responded perfectly, and in just a few short seconds, without even the usual 'ding' to announce it, the elevator doors slid silently open, revealing the pristine inner conditions of the elevator.
In they went, and down what seemed like several floors. The elevator doors opened, and two of the riflemen stepped out, and marched briskly down the single visible hallway. The leader of the three-man squad pressed the button for the lowest level, however. And in another handful of seconds, the doors opened again, and the guard led Lynn out of the elevator, down a short hallway, and into the single room on the floor.
Standing there, before a bank of monitors that displayed such a pristine image, it might as well have been a thirty-story high window, his hands clasped loosely behind his back, was Albert Wesker. Reported dead to the world at large for years now, his appearance here -- completely fine, by the look of it -- was nothing short of miraculous. The guard brought his rifle up into a salute. "Sir. Here she is.""
Lifting one hand, Wesker waved in a vaguely dismissive gesture, and the guard responded in kind, turning on his heel and leaving the room.
Slowly, Wesker turned about to face his 'guest', his expression eerily unreadable. "I didn't think there would be any more of Umbrella's....projects running around."
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Post by lynnwhisper on Nov 28, 2012 11:37:57 GMT -5
Lynn felt uneasy as the guards led her away. She preferred being outside in the open with multiple places to hide or run to. She was so used to running and hiding by now, that thinking about going into a confined area she'd never been in scared her. But she didn't run from the men that lead her towards the large building.
She took a good look around as she was herded towards the elevator. Her mind was taking notes of escape points if anything went wrong, it'd become normal for her head to think this way after several nights of waking up not in her bed while living with Kalypso.
The sound of the elevator doors opening broke her out of her thoughts. She continued to comply with the riflemen's movements as they entered the elevator. She hadn't been on one of these things in a while. When the elevator stopped she blinked as two of the three men exited. She didn't dare move a muscle when they moved, however, since the leader hasn't moved out with them. The doors closed before her, cutting off her view of the hallway that the men had walked out into.
The elevator moved once more and it made something feel queasy in the pit of her stomach. She didn't understand why, but for some reason she felt like she was walking into the hand's of danger. She watched the numbers on the elevator count down to the floor the lit up button was directing them to. After several seconds the doors opened again, and they were moving again. She quietly followed the guard as he lead her down the hallway and into the single room.
The first thing, well besides the monitor, was the taller male standing across the room. She looked from the guard to the blond male as the guard spoke. She didn't know who Albert Wesker was, nor did she realize his importance in an all out "war" against an organization that his enemy worked for. (Of course, she didn't know about Chris Redfield or Jill Valentine either.) She was far out of this long running loop.
Her eyes followed the guard as he was dismissed from the room before she glanced back towards Wesker.
There was something about the man that made her feel like she should be on her guard. However, it wasn't like she could really fight back, she was still a bit weak, her medicine still kicking in. That and she couldn't really run anywhere, she didn't even know where she was! So she just had to wait and proceed with caution.
A slightly confused look washed over Lynn's face as Wesker spoke. Umbrella's projects? Was that the group the people that experimented on her belonged to? The people in white coats? A bit of fear crept up on her as she thought about how this man could possibly belong to this "group" of doctors. She felt sick to her stomach.
Despite the sick, uneasy, feeling, she signed, "Umbrella?" to him.
Part of her hoped he understood Sign Language, but then again the other hoped he couldn't...
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Post by Albert Wesker on Dec 25, 2012 18:29:55 GMT -5
As she used sign language instead of answering, Wesker quirked an eyebrow curiously. He understood it, of course. But why should he let on to that? "Oh dear. Can't talk?" He shook his head in a very good imitation of genuine sadness, giving a clearly audible "tsk, tsk" sound. "How unfortunate." His tone conveyed none of the feigned sadness of his expression and mannerisms. "No matter." He casually adjusted his sunglasses as he turned away again, slowly pacing over to a desk before the bank of monitors. "I must apologize for the rudeness with which you were brought here." And his tone sounded as much -- he was either a very good actor, or was genuinely regretful.
"It is so seldom we have occasion to...invite company inside." He turned back to look at Lynn. "Would you care for a seat?" And he indicated a series of three chairs on one side of the desk, all looking rather comfortable, if ominous with the red and black color scheme.
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Post by lynnwhisper on Jan 25, 2013 1:15:24 GMT -5
Lynn frowned slightly at his reply. Half of her believing that he truly didn't understand her. It wasn't something new for another person she was trying to talk to not knowing the language. She hadn't met many people that had actually taken the time to study. However, most of the time she had Kalypso there to translate for her, but now wasn't one of those times.
She listened to his words carefully, feeling a bit uneasy about the way he was acting. It wasn't a new feeling, strangers always made her feel paranoid. Especially those who sent men with armed weapons after her. She crossed her arms as he "apologized" about the men. She eyed him as he offered her a seat, about to sign "no thank you," but then opted to shake her head in response instead. |
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