Post by Emily on Mar 9, 2012 2:02:25 GMT -5
{name:Isaiah "Guy" Newark#|#picture:i40.tinypic.com/wmezis.jpg}
EARLIER THAT DAY:
The cold morning air frosted with every breath as Guy walked to Ward B to collect his new job. Today he was to bring a patient to Ward C from Ward B for observational testing. Another soldier that was the orderly of that ward had given the patient a dose of Rohypnol earlier to make everyone's job easier. The guard on duty just slipped an oblong, olive green tablet into her drink in the morning and that was is.
All of the worries with the use of the illegal drug on the island were discarded. It was used as a cheap sedative and did its job. It had to be prescribed from one of the doctors of the island, and this time it was requested. Guy was sent to retrieve the patient, then stand by guard until a doctor could arrive to preform some simple tests on her dual personalities. Simple. No pain this time for the sweet girl and nothing that would be too hard for anyone else. If the tests were to be evaluated in a closer perspective, they would start blood work, take hormone levels, CT scans and fMRI scans at a later date. After all of those, it will be decided if a drug could replicate the changes and if it should go into the process of being developed.
The tests were needed to create a new drug to give soldiers a second, more aggressive personality to go into combat, but it could not alter hormones such as adding extra testosterone would. It would be an experimentation drug, and most likely would never be released to the public. It would be the drug that was thought up by the infamous Dr. Jekyll.
Guy walked into Ward B, the large metal door brushing over the ground then his boots hitting the cold laminate flooring. Looking around the room, it was as it should be; the rest of the ward was off doing their daily activities and was empty except for those that were permitted to be there (the two soldiers and the almost lifeless body of Mr. Crossfield). Sand being tracked in from a recent patrol over the beach, Guy made his way over to the other soldier, the door slamming shut behind him. Loose, black boots plopping down with every step. His white shirt just showing through his camo jacket that matched his camo pants. He had his long, dark brown hair tied back out of his face and his long bear braided in one braid down.
"I'm here to pick up Ziggy Janis Crossfield. You were to have her ready?" The rough voice coming from Guy. It was slightly tainted hoarse from just getting over a recent cold.
"She's over there," the other, short and cobby bodied soldier replied as he extended his hand out and pointed over his shoulder. His blue eyes showing inpatients deep within his mind.
Guy traced the direction he was pointing and found a very feminine body sitting, slumped over, in a wooden captain's chair at a small desk. Her skinny body limp from the drugs and her mind some place else in a dream-like state. She was still there, but sedated like she was planned to be.
Walking over to the body, he placed loose hand cuffs around her hands and then lifted her up over his shoulder as she wiggled around a little, but too drugged to carry on. Her long, dark brown hair gently falling over his back as he gently situated her. With the young women, he started off walking back past the soldier. "Thanks," he mumbled and continued, not stopping to socialize at all with the other being or even notice that he was there other than the insincere acknowledgement.
The trip to Ward C started here. He took the way from around around most wandering eyes just as he was told. Making the slight detour through the woods, he thought of ll the things that he could have done to the women. In his mind, he would have done no wrong. She was an animal to him. She was a cast away from all other forms of society. She had it easy right now, compared to the thoughts that rushed through his mind and cluttering his mind and polluting his body. He could lay her down and rub over her body and have his way right now, but he was on a schedule right now.
When he finally reached the Ward C, he pushed the door open and plopped her body on the cold, concrete floor of a small, barred cage. The bars were starting to slightly rust and a puddle of standing water found its home on the ground near the girl. Guy stepped back and looked around the building. Rows and rows of cages on two stories of the building. Some patients were scattered through cells, most naked and mutilated from previous experiments. The little women was cells away from most of the other patients that were locked away.
Ward C was the place that everyone knew about, but never talked about, much like the Testing Facility. It was a building that looked ran down, but served its purpose. Most patients in either of the buildings kept their mouths shut from fear. They almost had a look to them as if they were strayed dogs that were beaten down so their tails all laid limp between their legs. The men and women that have found themselves in this side of the island were often missed by other patients, but then quickly discarded so that they didn't find themselves thrown into the same cells as their friends were. Ward C had a eerie feeling that lingered around it and plagued a creepy feeling into everyone that walked by.
Guy kneeled down and unhinged the silver handcuffs from the tall girl and then stepped back from her. Looking over her once more, he examined her body. Her tall, thin body looked almost fragile. Her almost black hair highlighting her pale, white skin. The emerald eyes of the beauty dazed around the cell, most likely unaware of everything. She was wearing her normal winter attire- jeans and sweater. Guy liked what he seen.
He stepped out of the cell and the door closed. Snap! The lock was shut and the girl was trapped.
NOW:
Guy opened the door back up to Ward C and stepped inside. Before closing the door, he tossed his still cheap cigarette through the burnt air; the orange tip glowing until it hit the ground and burnt out. The day had wasted away to evening and the air had long cooled. The sky had faded from a bright blue to a beautiful burnt orange. The soft sound of birds littered the air around the building.
The warm feelings quickly faded when the door closed and the florescent lighting was the only thing that was seen in Ward C. Guy walked over the cold, cracked, concrete floor, his loose boots falling lightly on the floor with plop. His feet grudgingly led him to a flimsy, wooden chair, in which he promptly sat down and leaned it back against the metal bars of the cell across from the women. There was nothing to do the whole day. He was on patrol of this one inmate. Usually, the soldier would prowl around the island until he found something to do. This was his form of boring.
He watched her and watched her and watched her the whole day away. He watched her mind float between being lost and knowing and he watched her lightly toss her body as she became aware. Guy shoved his hands in his pockets and rubbed the tops of his thighs.
NOTE:// This was a planned post. All of the actions I RPed in this post were preplanned. If MADZ does not approve of something, then I will gladly change it.
OOC:// I had to do research on drugs to use, LOL! So I decided on one, then had to research it, and still don't know how people would react to it. Hopefully I got it somewhat right. I tried not to wing it.