MissAddler

The Canine Experiment

"About as ready as you'd be to go to a Beauty Pageant," the tall rainbowhead replied and though she recognised it as an insult, she had to admit it was true. And a tad more original than those popular Barbies calling her 'ugly'.

"You don't seem like you're in a good mood today. Usually you have a neutral mood setting, not too mad, not too happy, but today you seem quite... uh, what's the word..? Frustrated. What's on your mind, Pen?"

Pen was unprepared for Alvira's question; was she being nice? Confrontation she was ready to deal with, but how could she start a fight with someone who wasn't asking for it? She sized Alvira up. Yeah, she looked like she bothered with her appearance waaay more than Pen would consider acceptable, with make-up and hair dye, but at least it wasn't the cutesy, girly-girly look that Pen couldn't stand.

"It's this heat," she said, realising she was snapping a little and then in a slight softer voice "Me and hot weather do not get along. Especially in a bus or some stupid lab. I'd prefer to be outside - I'm more of the outdoorsy type."

When Whitney announced something about not speaking and, though Pen would've initially agreed with him, she preferred talking, even if it was just insulting someone to start a fight. She stepped inside the building which was cooler inside, causing her to sigh in relief, as she heard the quiet one snap something back at Whitney - not something she expected. Huh; who thought she had it in her. Maybe she wasn't so mousy and boring after all.

She heard a small outcry from Whitney a moment later and, from Saxon's grin, she could tell he had zeroed in on his first target. When she caught a glimpse of a worm drop onto the ground, she felt a flash of sympathy for Whitney, who looked like he just wanted to be left alone and slipped to the back.

"Not one of your most original, Saxon..." she muttered, rolling her eyes. But she felt a prickle of nervousness; one down, nine more target to go. That meant a one in nine chance that she would be next.

Then something she most definitely did not expect - Jesse attempted an actual conversation with her.
She almost laughed when he compared the facility to prison - he did have a point. The forboding grey exterior and clean, white interior weren't exactly welcoming. But she could not excuse him calling her (shudder) Penelope. God, why did she have to be cursed with that name?

"That's Pen, to you," she said through gritted teeth, her hands curling into fists but she forced herself to keep them by her side. It was the most restraint she'd shown each day and though she'd heard rumours he had a new car every month (which may have been a little more rumour than fact), he didn't seem too, too bad. Wow - that was almost a compliment. "Yeah - unfortunately, the teacher always pick the worst, lowest-budget outing they can find. You're lucky, today - last year, we visited a goat farm."

She heard Dante say something about enjoying the day and found herself snorting, internally. Yeah, right, that's gonna happen.

"I know this might sound super childish and stuff, but why don't we break away from the main group and go looking around this rock research place! You never know, we could totally find some cool stuff! Whaddaya say, guys?"

The kid - Dave, she remembered - actually had a point. The trip would be dull and she needed some excitement to perk her up on such a hot day. She idled a little as the other groups disappeared, a smile playing on her lips.

"Brave Dave's got a point," she declared, ducking over to a stairwell set apart from the main reception. There was no one on the reception desk - the reception lady had followed Mrs Fliss out. Everywhere was still.

"So everyone's who's game - follow me!" she announced, hopping onto the first step, turning to grin at them all "And if you're not game, you still might as well follow. You're gonna get in trouble anyway for splitting up from your group!"

She flashed an excited smile at the rainbow-haired Alvira and Jesse - who seemed the two kids she felt she could most stand on this lame fieldtrip - before darting up the shadowed flight of stairs. Time to have some real fun.

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Dr Goode's eyes remained fixed on the monitor besides Pilot. When all the graphs and readings showed that Pilot was awakening, he allowed himself a small grin, nodding at Wesley. Relieved, the ginger-haired lab rat scuttled off.

He extracted a clipboard from the nearby desk and wedged it in the crook of his arm, fishing a pen out from the pocket of his crisp, white lab coat that Wesley had draped over him with shaking finger. That man was incompetent - but knew too much to just fire him. Maybe he could disappear in a freak accident in the near future.

"Test subject one," Dr Goode announced in commanding voice.

"Names. Give me your names, nicknames...And don't lie to me. I shall know if you do. Remember? I always do."

The Canine Experiment

Penguin said
The weirdest people are the most fun to be around tbh

Totally agree!

AoStar said
Jesse's outwardly mean only when irritated enough. Most of the mean stuff stays in his mind, though a confrontation would surely make the story entertaining. Au contraire to my character, I actually think the name Pen is pretty cute lol x3

I shall bear that in mind...it seems Pen is quick to assume the worst!
I, too, like the name Jesse... ^_^

nocturnalKlepto said
Everytime I hear Pen's name I keep thinking about Penny from The Big Bang Theory xD

That did actually cross my mind! Though I would say I'm more like Leonard; I'm actually studying physics for my A levels! XD

By the way, guys, sorry for the ridiculously long posts; I just want to make sure I keep you all involved and include every detail, so everyone knows what's up! ;)

The Canine Experiment

Pen watched as the reluctant gaggle of kids slowly gathered around her, but she kept her eyes firmly fixed on the deep blue of the cloudless sky above her. This heat wave had been going on for a few days, now, meaning her temper would be on a short leash today. And, typically, she had just been thrown into a situation which would undoubtedly require every scrap of her patience.

It wasn't going to end well.

Mrs Fliss and one of the other teachers - who sighed, having drawn the short straw to be roped into helping Mrs Fliss - disappeared into the building to inform the rock research (yawn) staff that they had arrived. The first to join her; Whiskey or Whitney - or whatever the kid was called - seemed to determined to ignore her and she could hardly blame him. She didn't want to be in this group as much as he did. When Saxon, the school's infamous prankster, had sat down near her and she had nearly groaned out-loud. Though she had to admit he was funny, she did not want to end up on the receiving end of one his pranks, especially today. And unfortunately, she had a one in ten chance of doing so.

Next was some teen called Dante who Pen could vaguely recall was some kind of fighter - and she certainly wouldn't be picking him a fight with him any time soon, however tempted. She knew when to shut up, however much other may think otherwise. He was the first to say anything - he reckoned himself one of the 'good' guys. But guys who fought for a hobby had to have a vicious streak somewhere, surely, she mused. She didn't bother replying.

The girl with the weird, brightly-coloured hair drifted over to the area - Alvira, was it? - and proceeded to zone out, staring blankly into space. Pen was tempted to swat her hand in front of the girl's vacant eyes but decided against any unnecessary interaction with her group members, especially one that allegedly carried around teeth - human? shark? - in her pocket, according to the rumours (who does that?). She didn't want to start a fight. Yet.

Try as she might, Pen could not recollect ever seeing the next girl around school. She seemed ever so slightly familiar - a ghost, of a ghost of a memory - but she was the sort of girl who didn't draw attention. Her mannerism all seemed to be designed to melt into the background as much as possible; Pen never got those sort of people. Her attitude was more of a 'say-what-you-think-regardless-of-the-people-around-you' type thing. The next girl, too, seemed quite non-attention seeking. Reaffirming that this group was certainly not her usual company.

The next kid sat down too, glancing up at the sky. Dave, Pen thought he was called. She did not like nor dislike the kid. To be honest, she didn't know him and so, she supposed she couldn't draw a conclusion either way.

Oh and, of course, Jesse - that rich kid who reckoned himself better than everyone else. Snobbery always made her blood boil and she felt her jaw clench as he sauntered up. He thinks he's God gift, she scoffed to herself, as she stretched out on the grass, her legs cramping from the long bus journey. When Mrs Fliss came to herd them inside, she leapt onto her feet and shoved her hands in her pocket, strolling towards the entrance. She ignored Fliss's instruction to pair up within groups and faked a yawn.

"Everyone ready to look at some super-interesting rocks?" she hollered to the rest of her group, in a sarcastic tone - more to annoy Mrs Fliss, than anyone else. Mrs Fliss's hands flew to her hips but she said nothing, glaring sharply at Pen before leading the groups inside, beginning to reel off which groups were going where.

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Dr Goode pushed out from his desk and sauntered out into the hallway, having received note from the secretary that the kids had signed in and would be poking their noses in soon. Pilot's examination was on the top floor of the five-storey building and the kids were limited to the first floor, so he wasn't particularly concerned about them discovering anything. The top-secret second experimental strain was cultivating in a top sercret lab that was locked to most of the scientists - let alone the public - so that didn't really bother him either.

He strode into the room where Pilot lay - ah! Magnificent, he thought, every time he clapped eyes on his super soldier. A few scientists scurried around, clutching clipboards and a monitor beeped regularly, signalling that Pilot was functioning normally, even in his drug-induced slumber. The drugs - yet another invention of Dr Goode's - were nearly faultless and Dr Goode had considered marketing them alone, as a product . But that would cause questions, complications and so he had decided to wait until the big unveiling of his first priority experiment, the canine experiment.

"Wesley?" he snapped at one of the younger scientists, a small man with nervous, wide eyes and ginger hair. The poor man's eyes magnified by 10 times their normal size at being addressed by the head of the labs. He held a syringe, full of a colourless liquid.

"Wake up Pilot. Fully, this time. Just a quick check to see if Izzy has disappeared once and for all."

His cruel lips twisted upwards into a smile.

Space survivors - who will make it? Intrest check

As if my avatar isn't a hint, I'm interested.

One by One - Mystery/Horror RP

I'm also interested! Can't beat a good murder mystery...

The Canine Experiment

Though I can't speak for Izzy/Pilot, I would say that is what he is hinting at, so recognition is a possibility...

But feel free to contradict me, metronome!

The Canine Experiment

The school bus chugged the last stretch of road before swerving up the tree-lined driveway of Finnesburg Research Facility. It's contents - an assortment of bad-tempered teachers and impatient teenagers - were all reaching the end of their tether and when the building sailed into view, it's name declared on a neat sign besides it, there was a collective sigh of relief.

Finnesburg Research Facility was not an eye-catching building. The expanse of grey-brick blocks stretched over roughly the size of a football pitch and was surrounded by a thick fringe of oak trees that left a shadow over the whole institute. A limp ivy plant clung to one wall but it was exactly what it seemed; a lone, half-hearted attempt to soften the angular exterior - albeit, a not very successful one. There was no singing birds nor wildlife - the only sign of life was the occasional flash of a white lab coat through the small, darkened windows.

The day was hot. Understatement, Pen mused as she attempted to rub the layer of sweat from her forehead. She had been stuck on this damned bus for nearly two hours and she felt as though she wanted to murder someone. She drained the last drop from her water bottle that she was holding and tossed the empty container into her rucksack. She nodded as she realised her bus seat partner - Erica, a chatty kid who was mildly annoying but not girly enough to repulse Pen - was slowing in her conversation speel and would soon need reassurance she was being listened to.

"Look; we're here!" Erica suddenly announced, the first thing to grab Pen's attention in quite a while. Her eyes widened and she strained a glimpse at the boring, grey building - some kind of rock research place - as the bus rumbled to a jerky halt. Pen was on her feet before it had even stopped. She dashed to the front as Mrs Fliss, a middle-aged woman with purple glasses, short, dark hair and sharp, blue eyes, tried to control her students.

"Wait!" Mrs Fliss cried shrilly, as Pen launched herself off the bus, followed by a steady flow of other various students. The other teachers had abandoned Mrs Fliss, leaving her the impossible task of discipline.

"I need to read out the groups!"

Pen groaned loudly, which earned a reproachful glare from Mrs Fliss. Rather than relent, Pen merely scowled, crossing her arms as she leant against the side of the bus. When the driver barked her a warning, she rolled her eyes and pushed herself away.

Mrs Fliss fished a piece of paper from the bus seat besides her and cleared her throat, plodding out onto the tarmac the bus had parked up on. She grinned, relishing in the pain that she was about to inflict on her students. She reeled off the first set of names, most of them the cutesy, popular cheerleaders that sucked up to the teachers. To their faces, at least. A round of giggles signalled their delight at being grouped together.

"And he second group is...Penelope Galloway" Pen cringed at the use of her full name. Just urg." Saxon Evert, Alvira Haiblud, Ula Lupita, Terraline Gray, Whitney Nylund, Dante Delacoste, David Vedman, Jesse Silk and Sam Blake. Stand over there, group two, please.”

Pen made a face. Not a single one of her friends – most of them she didn’t really know, but she was fairly certain that they were not the type of people she usually got on with.

“But Miss…” Pen whined, however Mrs Fliss was already shushing her, bustling around as she read out the third group. Pen slapped her hand on her face as she slunk over to the small patch of grass at the back of the tarmac, where Mrs Fliss had insisted her group collect. Instead of politely waiting for further instruction, she threw herself down on the grass and shoved her hands behind her head, whistling to herself, wishing that this fieldtrip would hurry up and be over, already.

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The Head of Finnesburg Research Facility, Peter Goode – that’s Dr Goode, to you – watched the bus, full of snotty teenage and their shepherds, pull up on the drive outside the facility, their scruffy vehicle marring the pristine grounds. From his window, he could them file off the bus and his lips curled in disgust. Children.

He shuddered.

He made a last minute call to reception, checking that any remnants of project C had been removed from immediate view. They had to ship in a load of lousy fossils just to accommodate for this lot; the authorities had been making calls. Asking what the institute proposed, to fufil it’s purpose of benefitting the public.

The cheek! Just because their research wasn’t short term or didn’t involve saving the pandas or any environmental rubbish like that. But they couldn’t reveal their research to the public yet. They wouldn’t understand. Most of them are uneducated – if they found out, their narrow, little minds would brand their research as ‘cruel’ and ‘unethical’. But it’s merely collateral damage. Towards a greater good. If only people could understand that. But they couldn’t.

It was Pilot’s examination today. The first prototype – and, my, the result was better than anyone could have ever anticipated. Used in warfare, the effects would be devastating…for the opposition. Sometimes, Dr Goode had to take a moment to reflect on the monumental achievement that he had single-handedly directed and simply marvel at his own genius. As soon as a conclusion for all their efforts reached and fully tested, he will be rich. A millionaire. A qudadrillionaire. A Septillionaire…

But they needed some evidence that their research was worthwhile for the public, now. So – using every scrap of his extensive geology knowledge – he had blagged Finnesburg as a mineral examination center. The authorities had lapped the whole thing up and all they needed to stay under the radar was host something for the public. A school trip seemed ideal. Full of dumb kids who wouldn’t even read the leaflets.

He took a sip from the teacup on his desk.

The sooner this day was over – and those ignorant kids were back on that bus and back to where they came from – the better.

The Canine Experiment

@metronome Sign up accepted! If you can't be creative in an RP, then when can you?! ^_^

Okay, just to clarify....

What will happen to the teenagers....
-After the fieldtrip, they will start to feel ill
-This will happen for a few days until they suddenly feel well again - better, more energised
-Then they will have gained the ability to 'flare' - most of the time, they are normal teens. But in times of heightened emotion (or occasionally just randomly), their eyes glow a gold colour, they have enhanced sense (sight, smell, touch, hearing etc) and increased strength, speed and agility ONLY for now. This will strengthen over a long period of time and evolve...
-Pilot has developed his abilities over a long time and so his abilities are a lot more advanced than the teens. His presence - once/if it is discovered that pilot is a product of a similiar experiment - will worry/excite(?) the teens that they will have the same fate.

Things to note...
-The scientists will NOT initially know that the kids were to ones who broke in. They send Pilot to investigate at their high school as a precaution and Pilot will be suspicious, but - to give us a fighting chance! - not until the teens' abilities have manifested & the scientists have realised that they are the carriers
-The 'disease' is not infectious (so no one will catch it off them), only caught through direct exposure to the source
- Metronome; in the earlier portion of the RP, you and some scientists from the lab could be meeting for a annual examination (or something), whilst the teenagers are on the fieldtrip. If you have any other ideas, feel free to state them - I can always edit the IC.

If anyone has any more question, feel free to ask! Alternatively, if anyone has any problems with the above points, feel free to voice them!

Okay...first IC post coming up....

By the way, this will NOT be a speed-posting RP! In my experience, if people speed post, a few people are left behind and therefore drop out, until there is hardly anyone left. Do not feel afraid to post - there are no set time limits/minimums between posts - but try to be considerate of your fellow RPers. And please alert me if you are going to be absent for an extended period of time.

Is that it? I think so!

Insane Asylum + Super Powers/Mutants??

Yog Sothoth said
America rules! lol

..............:P

......anyways, can't wait for this to start!

Insane Asylum + Super Powers/Mutants??

I'm on GMT........guess I'm the only Brit here!