The interaction between the doctors confused Emma. She'd thought they'd be friendlier towards each other. Or maybe Dr. Note was just as bad with social interaction as she was. It didn't matter. She had more pressing matters to dwell on rather than the moody temperament of scientists.
Hearing her name, Emma's attention was drawn to Dr. Watson. She was one of the few scientists Emma admired. She really had excellent composure. Emma didn't think she'd be able to keep a straight face after being brushed off by a colleague. She acknowledged the other woman with a weak smile before they both went to their separate wards, the dread slowly creeping up on her with each step.
It's going to be fine, she told herself, as she looked over experiment #447's file. I just have to make sure not to look him in the eyes. I can manage that. Shaking her head, she swiped her card and typed in the code, going through the process in a daze. She was still in a sense of bewilderment over her predicament. Was this really happening? Was she finally getting the 'experience' she'd always wanted?
It wasn't until the final door noiselessly slid open that she came to focus on the task at hand. She looked towards the bed to find it empty. Instead, her patient was lying on the floor, curled up into a fetal position, the long tube of the IV dangling uselessly near his bed. Emma's first instinct was to assist him from his position but she held herself back. It was advised that the doctors shouldn't get too close to the subjects until absolutely necessary. Besides, if she'd accidentally met his eyes while helping him up...well...that wouldn't bode well for her.
"Mr...Derium?" Emma spoke, her soft voice muffled by the suit. Was she even pronouncing his name right? "Relin?" she called a bit louder this time. "Are you able to get up on your own?" she added.
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I guess I'll go to the lounge then, thought Kimiko when several minutes had passed and the girls outside were still loitering about. Getting up from her bench, she had just taken a step towards the building when a girl jumped into her path, screeching in a disturbingly annoying voice. What on earth...? Kimiko glanced at the gates wondering if a human had somehow made their way inside, though it was impossible for them to do so. The magical barrier would make any human feel a sudden sense of nausea if they got too close. Wait a second... Hime-chan? Oh no...it's...
"Capello," Kimiko groaned, pinching the bridge of her nose as she felt the sudden poundings of a headache at his presence. She'd lost count of how many times she'd protested at his nickname for her, but he was persistent and seemed to enjoy getting on her nerves. She shouldn't have expected anything less from a fox-demon.
"Dramatic as always," muttered Kimiko, fixing her blue eyes on him with an unamused look. It wasn't that she disliked him, she had no real reason to, but he had a knack for wearing away her patience with his teasing and tricks. She'd thought she'd get used to him over the years, but he always made her lose her composure just as effortlessly now as he'd done since the first time they'd met. She almost cringed at the thought of their first encounter. Having had years of formalities ingrained into her by her family, she had bowed in greeting when they met, still clad in her silk kimono, looking like every bit of the princess he had so aptly named her. Of course, the fox had chosen to never let her live that moment down.
"Want me to scare em off for you, Hime? You know, so you can run off without supervision for what I can only assume to be a secret tryst with a man. Ahh, forbidden love," the fox continued his dramatics. She didn't know where he got that absurd idea from. Sometimes she wondered what really went on in that white head of his.
Kimiko sighed. "I simply wanted to go out to have lunch. Alone," she said. "...away from annoying foxes like you," she muttered under her breath, looking around as other residents started to come outside. She saw a few new faces and locked them away in the back of her mind, intent on finding out more about them later. While she knew that the landlord wouldn't let anyone untrustworthy to live here, Kimiko didn't feel comfortable being around people she barely knew. Even now, one could tell by her crossed arms and darting eyes that she was just looking for a way out. Though she'd known Capello for years, his mischievous nature and the fact that stories about his past always seemed to change depending on who she asked, didn't sit well with her.
Kimiko's attention was drawn away from the fox as a lone figure made their way up to the duo. Clutching a piece of paper in one hand, the tall figure looked a bit tense as he inquired whether he had arrived at the correct place or not.
"Yes, it is," Kimiko answered before Capello could open his mouth and possibly misdirect the poor lad. Though she herself was annoyed that there were more new, unknown residents arriving and she was meeting them before being aptly prepared, she didn't want to leave him in the hands of the fox. "If you enter that building, you'll find the lobby where the concierge will show you to your room," she added helpfully. In that moment, her eyes fell on the real Capello, helping up Alexandria and she snapped her eyes to the illusion in front of her. Of course, another one of his tricks. She chided herself for having not realized that when he had started talking to her. Before she could figure out a way to dispel his illusion, a blur of movement occurred as someone tackled Capello's illusion, only to have themselves going right through him and making themselves well acquainted with the wall.
Kimiko shook her head, feeling her headache pound against her temple. It seemed that a quiet afternoon was impossible to find in a place such as Primrose Terrace. She could only imagine how the new residents were taking all this.
A figure materialized in front of Alexis near the large double-doors of the building, bowing in greeting with a warm smile. The landlord, clad in a black suit, was a tall man with long greying hair tied into a pony-tail. His face was hidden by a Sambaso mask, with only his mouth visible through it. It was unknown what species he was, but he seemed to appear whenever he was needed, often in several places at the same time. Even residents who had lived at Primrose Terrace for years had no idea what his real name was. He was simply 'The Landlord'.
"Ah, Miss Anderson, I am glad to see you have found your way to our humble sanctuary," the landlord spoke in a raspy voice, the smile still fixed on his face. He waved his hand and her suitcase disappeared. "You'll find your belongings in Room 1A. I trust you'll find them to your liking," he said, handing her a small, metallic card which was to be her room key. "If you need anything else, our concierge and other members of staff will gladly cater to your needs," he added with another bow.
"Capello," Kimiko groaned, pinching the bridge of her nose as she felt the sudden poundings of a headache at his presence. She'd lost count of how many times she'd protested at his nickname for her, but he was persistent and seemed to enjoy getting on her nerves. She shouldn't have expected anything less from a fox-demon.
"Dramatic as always," muttered Kimiko, fixing her blue eyes on him with an unamused look. It wasn't that she disliked him, she had no real reason to, but he had a knack for wearing away her patience with his teasing and tricks. She'd thought she'd get used to him over the years, but he always made her lose her composure just as effortlessly now as he'd done since the first time they'd met. She almost cringed at the thought of their first encounter. Having had years of formalities ingrained into her by her family, she had bowed in greeting when they met, still clad in her silk kimono, looking like every bit of the princess he had so aptly named her. Of course, the fox had chosen to never let her live that moment down.
"Want me to scare em off for you, Hime? You know, so you can run off without supervision for what I can only assume to be a secret tryst with a man. Ahh, forbidden love," the fox continued his dramatics. She didn't know where he got that absurd idea from. Sometimes she wondered what really went on in that white head of his.
Kimiko sighed. "I simply wanted to go out to have lunch. Alone," she said. "...away from annoying foxes like you," she muttered under her breath, looking around as other residents started to come outside. She saw a few new faces and locked them away in the back of her mind, intent on finding out more about them later. While she knew that the landlord wouldn't let anyone untrustworthy to live here, Kimiko didn't feel comfortable being around people she barely knew. Even now, one could tell by her crossed arms and darting eyes that she was just looking for a way out. Though she'd known Capello for years, his mischievous nature and the fact that stories about his past always seemed to change depending on who she asked, didn't sit well with her.
Kimiko's attention was drawn away from the fox as a lone figure made their way up to the duo. Clutching a piece of paper in one hand, the tall figure looked a bit tense as he inquired whether he had arrived at the correct place or not.
"Yes, it is," Kimiko answered before Capello could open his mouth and possibly misdirect the poor lad. Though she herself was annoyed that there were more new, unknown residents arriving and she was meeting them before being aptly prepared, she didn't want to leave him in the hands of the fox. "If you enter that building, you'll find the lobby where the concierge will show you to your room," she added helpfully. In that moment, her eyes fell on the real Capello, helping up Alexandria and she snapped her eyes to the illusion in front of her. Of course, another one of his tricks. She chided herself for having not realized that when he had started talking to her. Before she could figure out a way to dispel his illusion, a blur of movement occurred as someone tackled Capello's illusion, only to have themselves going right through him and making themselves well acquainted with the wall.
Kimiko shook her head, feeling her headache pound against her temple. It seemed that a quiet afternoon was impossible to find in a place such as Primrose Terrace. She could only imagine how the new residents were taking all this.
A figure materialized in front of Alexis near the large double-doors of the building, bowing in greeting with a warm smile. The landlord, clad in a black suit, was a tall man with long greying hair tied into a pony-tail. His face was hidden by a Sambaso mask, with only his mouth visible through it. It was unknown what species he was, but he seemed to appear whenever he was needed, often in several places at the same time. Even residents who had lived at Primrose Terrace for years had no idea what his real name was. He was simply 'The Landlord'.
"Ah, Miss Anderson, I am glad to see you have found your way to our humble sanctuary," the landlord spoke in a raspy voice, the smile still fixed on his face. He waved his hand and her suitcase disappeared. "You'll find your belongings in Room 1A. I trust you'll find them to your liking," he said, handing her a small, metallic card which was to be her room key. "If you need anything else, our concierge and other members of staff will gladly cater to your needs," he added with another bow.
It's getting late for me (almost 4 am) so I'm off to bed. Will post when I wake up. Should be enough time for Malikoy and Shiinen to get their intro posts up.
Haha. XD Someone with great patience or equally just as mischievous would have to be your partner. Or not. A character who gets easily riled up would be fun too.
Where is his current location btw?
Spawnling said
..............so...nerdy bookworm gorgon discovering her...'Inner Goddess'.This is like a buffet for my character, I swear you guys are painting targets on your faces.
Haha. XD Someone with great patience or equally just as mischievous would have to be your partner. Or not. A character who gets easily riled up would be fun too.
Leotamer said
Well, currently my character entire outlook on life is pretty well : "Meh".
Where is his current location btw?
Invader Len said
I think I'll wait a little bit to post my first one, probably till nightfall, so don't worry about me, Viridian. Unless you like really want Jaki to start causing trouble. I figured I'd let everyone's characters get to know each other a bit more before I start wreaking havoc. X)
Sounds like a good idea. :3
Liking all the posts so far. Just waiting on everyone's first posts before making my second one. :3
The strong smell of chemicals in the air tickled Emma's nose, making her hold her breath as she stood beside her colleagues in the observation deck Her green eyes were fixated on the monitors, attentively observing the text flashing on them, as she bit her lip in nervousness. Her heart seemed to be beating as fast as experiment #246; it was a wonder the other scientists couldn't hear it in the silence of the room. Emma couldn't help it. She was much too excited. After months of toiling in the labs, working side-by-side among a few of the country's brilliant scientists on an immense project such as this, she felt like it was an honor to have a front-row seat. She didn't need the fame or the money. Her name would probably never be mentioned if this ever came to light for she was after all, just an assistant. But the experience, the discovery of something new, something momentous...well, just the mere thought of it made her heart race.
Emma's eyes widened as her name flashed in bold green letters on one of the monitors. Not only was she going to be monitoring the specimens on her own, but she was going to be handling two of them. Experiments 447 and 222. She racked her brains to remember any information on them. Had she worked with them before? She wouldn't know. So far, all she'd done was assist without asking any questions. Emma shook her head. It didn't matter. She was going to be fine. Just go in, do a quick check-up, move to the other one, repeat, get out, she told herself as she followed the scientists, her hand clutched tightly around the cold, metal can of her trusty pepper spray in the pocket of her lab coat. She knew she would have no use for it, especially since she was going to be wearing a protective suit over her clothes, but its presence made her feel less nervous.
She went through the decontamination and fitting process in a daze, occupied in her thoughts about what she would expect once she would be in the ward. Would they be violent? Would the whole project be terminated because of one failed experiment? She shook her head. No, she couldn't let that happen. She'd be damned if she let such an opportunity slip through her fingers.
The voices of the other doctors brought her attention to them. Emma glanced at them briefly before quickly looking away. She'd worked with some of them, but she hadn't talked with them about anything outside of work. It was better that way. She'd always mucked up social interactions in the past. There was no time for chit-chat anyhow. Who knew what awaited them on the other side...
Emma's eyes widened as her name flashed in bold green letters on one of the monitors. Not only was she going to be monitoring the specimens on her own, but she was going to be handling two of them. Experiments 447 and 222. She racked her brains to remember any information on them. Had she worked with them before? She wouldn't know. So far, all she'd done was assist without asking any questions. Emma shook her head. It didn't matter. She was going to be fine. Just go in, do a quick check-up, move to the other one, repeat, get out, she told herself as she followed the scientists, her hand clutched tightly around the cold, metal can of her trusty pepper spray in the pocket of her lab coat. She knew she would have no use for it, especially since she was going to be wearing a protective suit over her clothes, but its presence made her feel less nervous.
She went through the decontamination and fitting process in a daze, occupied in her thoughts about what she would expect once she would be in the ward. Would they be violent? Would the whole project be terminated because of one failed experiment? She shook her head. No, she couldn't let that happen. She'd be damned if she let such an opportunity slip through her fingers.
The voices of the other doctors brought her attention to them. Emma glanced at them briefly before quickly looking away. She'd worked with some of them, but she hadn't talked with them about anything outside of work. It was better that way. She'd always mucked up social interactions in the past. There was no time for chit-chat anyhow. Who knew what awaited them on the other side...
Hime-chan! Priceless. I can't wait to see what other names you've thought of for the others. XD
Leotamer said
One, am I even accepted, and two, my character hasn't been at Primrose for long, like a week or month. (His character age actually makes impossible for him to be their more a year)
Yes, everyone on the list is accepted and allowed to post.
Shiinen said
I am the thing that goes "MATE. BARK BARK BARK BARK BARK!"in the night.
O...kay. XD
Redwing said
I was thinking about making Feli a new resident. But that would mean he would either still be recovering from his burn wound, or its a very very very new scar. What do you guys think?
Whichever you like. :3
Leviathan said
He could still be recovering. Good conversation starter.
^ Agreed.
Dark Angel said
I was thinking of Gin being new, and really doesn't know anyone at Primrose.Marie is most certainly an older resident, and she woulda probably know Kimiko, if that's alright.
It's alright. :3 Kimiko would find Marie okay, she'd probably even like her, but she would never let her know that. xD
Invader Len said
Well, Jaki is fairly new to the area, but I suspect she'll be hanging around somewhere. Fighting good guys by moonlight and summoning baddies by daylight. I'm gonna have a lot of fun with the Yokai list on Wikipedia. Did you guys know that there's a demon who has an eyeball for an anus? Apparently it doesn't have a face or hair, and walks backwards on all fours. That's some Silent Hill shtacko right there, yo. I'm not gonna use it, it doesn't seem to have any power other than freaking out travelers, apparently, I just thought that was cool.But yeah, there are all sorts of demons that'd make awesome minions! Like the Furutsubaki-no-rei, plants that suck out people souls, Ittan-momen, who are rolls of possessed fabric that try to smother people, Basan, who gives a new meaning to fried chicken, and even Okiku, which is a seriously a ghost that counts plates and goes crazy when it can't find the last one!Also, something I noticed, but Japan sure has quite the wide variety of corpse eating demons. Like, seriously. No wonder zombies are so popular there. This should be fun.
Indeed, Japanese yokai are really cool. :3 I'm going to be introducing a few low-level spirits myself from time to time. PM me when you plan on introducing a major plot-changer though. ^^
IC is up!
At first glance, Primrose Terrace seems like an ordinary apartment building. Surrounded by a well-maintained garden with a small pond in the corner, its primrose bushes line its borders among the tall trees. The building itself is ten stories high, with a rooftop swimming pool, a luxurious lounge on the ground floor, and of course, fully furnished studio apartments. However, one should not let its picturesque appearance fool them...for each of the residents of Primrose Terrace have a secret.
They're not human.
Of course, ordinary people have no idea of this. They are under the belief that the apartment building is a place for the wealthy, and inhabited by people so important that they have their own personal bodyguards. They steer clear of the tall iron gates of the complex, though occasionally there are a few visitors loitering nearby, hoping to get a peek of the famous residents. No one dare approaches the territory, however. There's a rumor that you'll get arrested if you're unauthorized.
Currently, one resident was trying to leave the premises without attracting unnecessary attention. Dressed in shorts and a white ruffle shirt, the black-haired woman was an interesting sight as she stood impatiently tapping her foot on the paved path, glaring at a spot outside of the gates. A band of girls from the local high-school were hiding (poorly so) among the trees near the road, and she knew that as soon as she would step through the gates, they would try to follow her. Of course, she could lose them once she was in the city, but it wasn't easy doing that alone, especially since her bodyguard had left recently and she was still adjusting to not having an extra pair of eyes help her. Taking a calming breath, the young woman sat down on a bench nearby, casting her eyes on the tall building opposite her.
It was nearing lunch time, with the sun still high up, making the apartment building cast its tall shadow over the grounds. Kimiko couldn't see any new residents nearby, and she intended to keep it that way, at least until she had the chance to check up on their backgrounds first. She'd avoided going to the lounge for breakfast, opting to eat in her room just so that she wouldn't run into anyone. Though, if the annoying kids didn't disappear soon, she'd probably have to make an appearance. There was only so long she could go by with snacking on granola bars in her room.
They're not human.
Of course, ordinary people have no idea of this. They are under the belief that the apartment building is a place for the wealthy, and inhabited by people so important that they have their own personal bodyguards. They steer clear of the tall iron gates of the complex, though occasionally there are a few visitors loitering nearby, hoping to get a peek of the famous residents. No one dare approaches the territory, however. There's a rumor that you'll get arrested if you're unauthorized.
Currently, one resident was trying to leave the premises without attracting unnecessary attention. Dressed in shorts and a white ruffle shirt, the black-haired woman was an interesting sight as she stood impatiently tapping her foot on the paved path, glaring at a spot outside of the gates. A band of girls from the local high-school were hiding (poorly so) among the trees near the road, and she knew that as soon as she would step through the gates, they would try to follow her. Of course, she could lose them once she was in the city, but it wasn't easy doing that alone, especially since her bodyguard had left recently and she was still adjusting to not having an extra pair of eyes help her. Taking a calming breath, the young woman sat down on a bench nearby, casting her eyes on the tall building opposite her.
It was nearing lunch time, with the sun still high up, making the apartment building cast its tall shadow over the grounds. Kimiko couldn't see any new residents nearby, and she intended to keep it that way, at least until she had the chance to check up on their backgrounds first. She'd avoided going to the lounge for breakfast, opting to eat in her room just so that she wouldn't run into anyone. Though, if the annoying kids didn't disappear soon, she'd probably have to make an appearance. There was only so long she could go by with snacking on granola bars in her room.
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