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Gosh that bump must've been what woke me up. But no I apologize I passed out when I got back home. Working on a post now.
I have a Viola practice in a few and have to attend some meetings so will have to reply late, sorry about that. let the tension build up yeah yeah... not really.
I meant more, like, what to do right now in the role play; would Pat still go after Issac seeing as he seems to have enough energy to go to the dining hall alone or would he stick to Mya/Watcher, because they're potential friends too...
Pat would naturally leave them anyway due to the fact he needs to eat in isolation. Would probably skip to the next event once they reach the dining hall for Pat so yeah. I seriously don't see him going anywhere near the rebellion unless he's taken there or is hinted at being able to meet more people or something which I doubt anyone would say.
Pat would naturally leave them anyway due to the fact he needs to eat in isolation. Would probably skip to the next event once they reach the dining hall for Pat so yeah. I seriously don't see him going anywhere near the rebellion unless he's taken there or is hinted at being able to meet more people or something which I doubt anyone would say.
Wait, Issac had enough strength to move to the dining hall by himself? :o
I'm... not sure what to do now xD
I'm... not sure what to do now xD
Pat Hogan, the eleven year old child test subject with a new task in mind.
The boy stood there dumbfounded at the swat, and before he could recover from the unexpected reaction, Watcher spoke. It seemed he was wrong about the mysterious girl's intentions completely. He mumbled an apology at her, ending with a light-hearted comment about nothing important as his eyes moved to meet hers as a sign of friendliness he had learnt in the past - but his eyes were drawn to the scenery beyond the other side of the training center's door which was left open. His words trailed off to silence at the sight of one of the test subjects sprawled on the floor. The dirty blond wasn't someone Pat recognized, and he seemed lifeless with his tattered and gloomy body laying like that; and no one seemed to give any notice. Within moments the bare-chested boy sniped out of the center straight for the teen; he had little care about reputations or repercussions, for it wasn't something he concerned himself too much with. He swiftly closed the distance, almost flying to rescue, and went down to help the boy sit up. It wasn't that he forgot about Mya and Watcher, but rather his body seemed to have kicked into action the moment he saw his potential friend [he saw every test subjects as a potential friend if it wasn't obvious] on the floor, neglected from attention.
"Hey dude, you okay? You're one of the new dudes right? What happened to you?" He spoke quickly through the muzzle, staring intently at the fallen teen. There didn't seem to be any critical wounds or symptoms of infections that Pat could make out, not to mention a constant albeit shallow breathing and normal pulse. He seemed extremely fatigued which Pat knew would make him more susceptible to pathogens than on a normal condition. He couldn't make out whether his skin was pale with illness or the lighting, but all in all it didn't seem like the teen wasn't suffering from any diseases or the like. It looked like he would have to wait for a reply before he knew exactly what was going on.
The boy stood there dumbfounded at the swat, and before he could recover from the unexpected reaction, Watcher spoke. It seemed he was wrong about the mysterious girl's intentions completely. He mumbled an apology at her, ending with a light-hearted comment about nothing important as his eyes moved to meet hers as a sign of friendliness he had learnt in the past - but his eyes were drawn to the scenery beyond the other side of the training center's door which was left open. His words trailed off to silence at the sight of one of the test subjects sprawled on the floor. The dirty blond wasn't someone Pat recognized, and he seemed lifeless with his tattered and gloomy body laying like that; and no one seemed to give any notice. Within moments the bare-chested boy sniped out of the center straight for the teen; he had little care about reputations or repercussions, for it wasn't something he concerned himself too much with. He swiftly closed the distance, almost flying to rescue, and went down to help the boy sit up. It wasn't that he forgot about Mya and Watcher, but rather his body seemed to have kicked into action the moment he saw his potential friend [he saw every test subjects as a potential friend if it wasn't obvious] on the floor, neglected from attention.
"Hey dude, you okay? You're one of the new dudes right? What happened to you?" He spoke quickly through the muzzle, staring intently at the fallen teen. There didn't seem to be any critical wounds or symptoms of infections that Pat could make out, not to mention a constant albeit shallow breathing and normal pulse. He seemed extremely fatigued which Pat knew would make him more susceptible to pathogens than on a normal condition. He couldn't make out whether his skin was pale with illness or the lighting, but all in all it didn't seem like the teen wasn't suffering from any diseases or the like. It looked like he would have to wait for a reply before he knew exactly what was going on.
I guess Mya's priority is to go back to the rebellion place so she might make some kind of excuse to go there, if she's too afraid of bringing other test subject to the rebellion. Something like say she's not feeling well and want to rest? I dunno. Watcher's suggestions are probably better a-ahaha.
I'm in class atm, but I'm going to post some time tonight [probably in three to six hours from now] unless anyone would prefer me to postpone.
I'm in class atm, but I'm going to post some time tonight [probably in three to six hours from now] unless anyone would prefer me to postpone.
Pat Hogan, the eleven year old child test subject who just got bumped into.
Instead of the door handle's cool metal touch on Pat's hand, he found the senses of his fingertips brushing against something soft, perhaps something delicate and not at all metallic. It took him a moment to make sense of the situation; the mysterious figure who slipped in through the very door they were at bumped into him with minimal force, only making him take a step back thanks to the difference in their physique. In reflex he supported the figure from the rebound from the bump, hands outstretched to catch her. It was then Pat was able to make out more of the bumped person; she didn't seem all that taller than him, not to mention she seemed very sickly and not-fed. Then again every test subjects here seemed sickly one way or another. He glanced back to Mya to see if she was okay; she seemed to be fine, thankfully. He then proceeded to address the darker haired girl.
"Woah there," Pat exclaimed. "You alright? This isn't the way to the dining hall and you look like you're in a hurry. Come with us, we can show you the way." As breakfast was the main thing on his mind, it seemed natural that every test subject would be headed that way, plus Pat himself had to be there sooner than later; he was required to go to the quarantined area when eating which meant there would be officials on his lookout. He knew very well that if he arrived too late they will grow bored and just close off the quarantined area, making him unable to have his meal and do his business.
Instead of the door handle's cool metal touch on Pat's hand, he found the senses of his fingertips brushing against something soft, perhaps something delicate and not at all metallic. It took him a moment to make sense of the situation; the mysterious figure who slipped in through the very door they were at bumped into him with minimal force, only making him take a step back thanks to the difference in their physique. In reflex he supported the figure from the rebound from the bump, hands outstretched to catch her. It was then Pat was able to make out more of the bumped person; she didn't seem all that taller than him, not to mention she seemed very sickly and not-fed. Then again every test subjects here seemed sickly one way or another. He glanced back to Mya to see if she was okay; she seemed to be fine, thankfully. He then proceeded to address the darker haired girl.
"Woah there," Pat exclaimed. "You alright? This isn't the way to the dining hall and you look like you're in a hurry. Come with us, we can show you the way." As breakfast was the main thing on his mind, it seemed natural that every test subject would be headed that way, plus Pat himself had to be there sooner than later; he was required to go to the quarantined area when eating which meant there would be officials on his lookout. He knew very well that if he arrived too late they will grow bored and just close off the quarantined area, making him unable to have his meal and do his business.
Remind me to check this thread every second hour :Va
ed: wow you post so quick yet still a goodread post, I feel so inferior.
ed: wow you post so quick yet still a goodread post, I feel so inferior.
Pat Hogan, the eleven year old child test subject at the Training Center.
Pat allowed the girl to slam the door shut on his face, more from unexpectedness than anything. He peered at her inquisitively and perhaps it was a good thing Mya was unable to see his face, for what else would a timid girl see than an intimidating figure? As Pat was about to rebut her stammers with his own reasoning, he heard the official's voice once more, louder now, and froze. His words died in his throat and gave her a nod, the muzzle making a clicking noise as it shuffled at the movement.
"sorry," He whispered back. "I couldn't wait to meet the new guys, hopefully there will be some cool dudes and dudettes to chat with."
The bell went off at Pat's last word, to which he unwillingly flinched at. Even so, the spell of uneasiness about him woven by the official's threatening voice seemed to melt away at the bell, for now they all had a valid reason to go out. He went for the door eagerly, then remembered about Mya. They had a chat in the past, though nothing lengthy or intimate, but enough for him to catch on the fact that she was blind. He proceeded to take her hand in his, other hand going to the door as he spoke.
"Come on, we can leave now right? You shouldn't miss breakfast."
Pat allowed the girl to slam the door shut on his face, more from unexpectedness than anything. He peered at her inquisitively and perhaps it was a good thing Mya was unable to see his face, for what else would a timid girl see than an intimidating figure? As Pat was about to rebut her stammers with his own reasoning, he heard the official's voice once more, louder now, and froze. His words died in his throat and gave her a nod, the muzzle making a clicking noise as it shuffled at the movement.
"sorry," He whispered back. "I couldn't wait to meet the new guys, hopefully there will be some cool dudes and dudettes to chat with."
The bell went off at Pat's last word, to which he unwillingly flinched at. Even so, the spell of uneasiness about him woven by the official's threatening voice seemed to melt away at the bell, for now they all had a valid reason to go out. He went for the door eagerly, then remembered about Mya. They had a chat in the past, though nothing lengthy or intimate, but enough for him to catch on the fact that she was blind. He proceeded to take her hand in his, other hand going to the door as he spoke.
"Come on, we can leave now right? You shouldn't miss breakfast."
Pat Hogan, the eleven year old child test subject.
It was finally time.
There was a sudden change in atmosphere in the training center even someone as dull-witted as Pat could sense - or perhaps it was the sudden dissonance of all the training machines and chattering simultaneously drowning down to silence - as the footsteps reverbrated throughout the island. The metal forced to clang by the stampede of footsteps was a small noise on the other side of the wall but it sounded really loud with all activity frozen in here but those, too, came to a sudden stop right outside the building as peculiarly as they started. Then silence.
Pat caught a movement from the side of his eyes but before he could follow suit in order to ask what they were doing there was a loud voice. It was a grown up's voice, which meant it was one of the officials; how did they have such a large voice though? Pat stood there, rigid from head to toe as the official talked. Perhaps it was a subconscious act, knowing from past experience that if he gave them even the slightest doubt that he wasn't listening to them they would punish him. Instead his eyes slowly swept around to find the person who moved earlier. It didn't take long for him to locate her, and as he observed the girl a name popped up in his mind; Mya, if he remembered correctly. She was hugging the wall as if she was straining to listen to the voice even more. Pat's mind reverted back to focusing on the official's speech. He could vaguely make out the words, muffled by the walls despite the volume, but he caught words like 'training center' and 'dining hall'. He thought back to when he was first brought to the island; was he given such lectures before? He gave himself a mental 'no', wondering what was going on.
Pat found the courage to move again only after the official's voice drowned to an end. He walked swiftly and as quietly as he can, not that he was capable of being quiet at all, towards the training center doors, planning to get a peek at the newcomers for that was his main intention; learn about the new prospective of friends he could make. Were they older than him, or perhaps younger? stronger or weaker, boy or girl? His breathing accelerated a little as he felt the excitement build up, making the muzzle grumble as it worked faster to filter out the infectious agents streaming from his breath. He pressed to the door, a hand on the handle and, after a pause and a quick look around the room, - he didn't forget to give a hand wave when his permanently-angry eyes met others - proceeded to open the door a crack very slowly.
It was finally time.
There was a sudden change in atmosphere in the training center even someone as dull-witted as Pat could sense - or perhaps it was the sudden dissonance of all the training machines and chattering simultaneously drowning down to silence - as the footsteps reverbrated throughout the island. The metal forced to clang by the stampede of footsteps was a small noise on the other side of the wall but it sounded really loud with all activity frozen in here but those, too, came to a sudden stop right outside the building as peculiarly as they started. Then silence.
Pat caught a movement from the side of his eyes but before he could follow suit in order to ask what they were doing there was a loud voice. It was a grown up's voice, which meant it was one of the officials; how did they have such a large voice though? Pat stood there, rigid from head to toe as the official talked. Perhaps it was a subconscious act, knowing from past experience that if he gave them even the slightest doubt that he wasn't listening to them they would punish him. Instead his eyes slowly swept around to find the person who moved earlier. It didn't take long for him to locate her, and as he observed the girl a name popped up in his mind; Mya, if he remembered correctly. She was hugging the wall as if she was straining to listen to the voice even more. Pat's mind reverted back to focusing on the official's speech. He could vaguely make out the words, muffled by the walls despite the volume, but he caught words like 'training center' and 'dining hall'. He thought back to when he was first brought to the island; was he given such lectures before? He gave himself a mental 'no', wondering what was going on.
Pat found the courage to move again only after the official's voice drowned to an end. He walked swiftly and as quietly as he can, not that he was capable of being quiet at all, towards the training center doors, planning to get a peek at the newcomers for that was his main intention; learn about the new prospective of friends he could make. Were they older than him, or perhaps younger? stronger or weaker, boy or girl? His breathing accelerated a little as he felt the excitement build up, making the muzzle grumble as it worked faster to filter out the infectious agents streaming from his breath. He pressed to the door, a hand on the handle and, after a pause and a quick look around the room, - he didn't forget to give a hand wave when his permanently-angry eyes met others - proceeded to open the door a crack very slowly.
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