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Jace squinted at the creature across the room. He seemed agitated by something. And quite violent. Oh so I get a hard one? Taking a step forward, Jace noticed that Jakobson was actually straining his eyes. What could bother him?

"Why so bewildered?" came his dark, low voice. "Is it...oh."

His gaze had wondered to the fluorescent lights. They really are a pain in the ass, aren't they? Walking over to the numerous switches on the wall, his hazmat suit thumping loudly, he switched off half of the lights in the room.

"That should do it. Feel better?"

Or not. The kid is a mess..

Well, forcing him to stand and take control of his body seemed useless. Jakobson really seemed to be in pain.

"Right. Let's cut the formalities. Call me Jace."

Thumping towards Jakobson, sighing slightly, he advanced until he was right beside the bed. If he had heard correctly, this boy had just spoken backwards.

Fascinating. I see why humans love to mess around so much.

As he observed him, Jace noticed that the experiment wanted to ask something. Backwards wouldn't work, but his intent staring gave away. There was one thing he was dying to try out though. The profile had mentioned something about 'Telekinesis'. A dream he had always dreamed as a child. But, ya gotta be nice.

"Oh. This suit is just for security measures. We don't want anyone to get hurt, now, do we?"

Jace slowly stretched out an arm to Jakobson, patiently waiting to see if he would swat it or shy away. If he was going to get him presentable for the common room, this seemingly crazy pain needs to be resolved first.

"Can I call you Flo?"
Your profile pic is quite interesting... are those angel wings?
Alright, Jakobson. You have action.
Wowwy~ And now I shall edit my thing
Hey Yolk! Which character were you?
I'm guessing theyre just having a hard time adjusting to this place though, since theyre new. I had you to help me with that, Oscario~
I do Jakobson then? Alright, sounds good as I've just sneaked a peek on him anyway xD
Lol Dude. Thatd be odd, having double personality irl. Your classes would never get boring.
Jace, at the words of Dr. Note, stood back, relieving his grip on his shoulder. He formed a purposely intimidating smile on his mouth as he looked after the angry Dr. Note. "This is a place of work Dr Schwarzlitch not socialization.." His calm voice boomed in after him. "Why yes of course, Dr. Note. A place of work should be respected." Turning briefly to Dr. Watson, he found little satisfaction in the way Dr. Note had bossed her around and threatened her. "I wish you luck with your assigned experiment, Dr. Watson. Good Day." he said slowly, turning around and beginning to put on his hazmat suit. He felt his breath shorten and hasten ever so slightly at the tight suit, but he adjusted in a bit.

Now Dr. Note, what do we know about Weakness?

At length, Jace started walked along the hallways on his way to his duty. The bleached walls blinded him with a sick kind of taste that it welcomed him with in his mouth. Barren, pale walls. "You look how I feel," he murmured absently to them. So walls are beings now I can talk to? What, have I become that demented. Jace shook the thought off. He liked them. "I'm going to cheer you up with a little tune my little Sister taught me.." he conversed with the barren walls. He understood their silence, their steadfastness. Pulling his lips into an oval shape, he began to hum a tune that sounded much like a simplified version of the Dance Macabre. He had no idea where she has gotten that tune, but its become a habit of his..humming it. He matched it to his footsteps as his tune echoed along the walls, bounding off those doors.

He heard a slam. Stopping in his tracks, he woke up from his calmed state again. It came from that door. Squinting, he could make out the label #324. What, an experiment gone mad? He didn't see anything too suspicious on the monitors back then. Curiosity defeated him, and he crept over, sneaking a peek at the experiment. It looked tortured. Oh wait, it was a male. Who cares anyway, they're animals right?

Was Sophie an animal, too?

He walked on. Now, the walls seemed to stop being so friendly. He always itched himself when he felt claustrophobic. Lifting his arm, he reached over to his shoulder. Thump. Thump. The damn hazmat suit! His eyes began to droop. Let's get me out of here.

Pace increased, he made his way to room #937. Through the slit in the door as he pulled it open, he began to see the humanly shape of her. Jess Kirstein, as he had read on her profile overview. How should he approach her? What would she be like? And why on earth was he nervous?

A little notification made him turn around. So now I'm supposed to check on the dude I just looked in at? Fine. He was interested, anyways. Quickly checking his files, his stare dropped down on the experiment's name. Florence Jakobson. He traced his steps, and slowly let the door open. He stayed close to the door.

"Pleased to make your aquaintance, Jakobson. I am Mr. Schwarzlicht."
Phew, first post done. ^^
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