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Post by Deleted on Jul 9, 2012 18:46:01 GMT -5
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words | 861 muse | ehhh. ooc | hope this is okayyyy. wasn't sure where exactly to make the post/how to start it.
It stank like wet dog and mold. God, she hated the smell of dogs, they reeked of so many different germs and feces. A shudder ran down her spine, the skin on her legs and arms raising up in a frenzy of small bumps. They must be harbouring some other shifters or retros in here, she could smell them amongst the damp surroundings, although the cell across from her was barren. Not to mention hear them, although there must not have been too many, for it was relatively quiet, except for the occasional animalistic sound or bang against the iron bars. She sighed softly, her back pressed against the cold and damp wall behind her. They had come for her while she had been roaming the Analoya hunting grounds, minding her own business. Two of them had snatched her up in her little cat form, she wasn't sure why they needed the two of them, after all, she was merely a five pound cat, nothing comparable to a lion or jaguar. She grinned to herself with the thought, wondering just what the Keepers had expected to run into when they had come looking for her. Sabelle wasn't one for causing a scene, and she wasn't about to fight the Keepers off, in all honesty she didn't mind them, they weren't all bad people, although some of them could be a little rough around the edges. And they didn't seem to take kindly to the freaks, like her, but, they were the ones holding them there.
"Sabelle, isn't it?" The woman keeper had said upon finding her in the woods. "We're supposed to collect you for some routine check ups, so if you'll please come easily.." The Keeper drifted off with a smile that was supposed to suggest pleasantness, but it came off as extremely forced to Sabelle. Not that she really minded, Sabelle was great at playing that game.
They had taken her through the indestructible wall, which astounded her all by itself, and through a maze of different buildings, all the while concealing what they were doing quite well. She went along for the ride, deciding that a change of scenery was in order anyway. Once they finally entered a building, Sabelle had nearly been blinded by the solemn, stark white walls. How did these people work in this place all day long? She would become so depressed so quickly, no wonder these people were so solemn and boring. The blandness of her scenery quickly put a damper on her own mood, and she felt her muscles aching and her eyes becoming heavy. If she shut her eyes she thought that even the blackness there would be nicer than the stark white of this place. She was pleased though, because that scenery didn't last for long. She was brought down a flight of stairs, and a door opened to show her an even more depressing room. The holding cells. Oh, how she should have known. The tiny cat had released a meek sound, letting her displeasure for the surroundings show, not that they cared at all.
"The doctor will come to collect you shortly, until then, you can hold up in here." The lady Keeper spoke again, opening her cell and placing her within it. There was a loud clanking of the iron as the door was shut and locked, and the pair of Keepers briskly set off, going back to their dull scenery above her prison. She had released another small meow, sticking a single small, dainty paw through the bars of her cell. She was a tiny thing, but still not small enough to squeeze through the bars. Why should she stay her feline self then? In her cat form she wouldn't be able to converse with her human captors, not to mention, if the doctor happened to be a male, she couldn't work any of her charm on him. This thought amused her. Would her charm really get her anywhere with any man in this place? They all seemed like sticklers.
Her muscles contracted and contorted, bones creaking and cracking as her body modified itself into her larger frame. Her fur thinned and eventually disappeared, revealing the smooth, pale skin which she was so captivated by. She gazed at her arms for a moment after the transformation, always finding herself intrigued by her human body. She had nodded off briefly after that, her head tilted back against the cold wall. She was awoken by the sound of the main door opening, and her eyes fluttered open, a yawn breaking across her face. Was this her doctor coming? Or were they going to hold her captive in here a little bit longer? She straightened up against the wall, running her fingers through the silky blonde strands of hair which fell perfectly around her face. She had to look good for when whoever was coming arrived. She wiped her palms against her pants, crossing one leg over the other daintily, her gaze lingering intently on the hallway just outside her cell.
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Post by Charlie Haynes on Jul 21, 2012 23:37:04 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 500px; height: 800px; background-image:url(http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc21/HalcyonHavoc/Shifter/CharlieTable.png)] Damn if this place wasn't a vast labyrinthian nightmare sometimes. Each corridor seemed to resemble the one before it and the one after and each intersection of hallways appeared to look just like the last. If someone didn't have any sense of where they were going they could easily get lost for hours among the stark white walls, but that was the point. At least that's how Charlie imagined it anyways. From a security perspective having everything look the same blank white meant that – should a subject manage to somehow breach containment – subduing a threat was simply a matter of isolation and capture. They would never be able to navigate the corridors very far, plus surveillance and automated defense systems would be tracking their every step.
Admittedly even he got lost sometimes and he liked to think he knew his way around pretty well, but even the best of them had one of those days where nothing seemed to go right. Thankfully, today was not one of them, and Charlie managed to wander his way down to the holding cells without incident. Well, aside from a few minor hang-ups down in the labs. Those pretty lab assistant ladies always were such troublesome – although highly enjoyable – little distractions. Leave it up to his boss to always find a way to ruin a good time though, which was why Charlie imitated the man's strict no-nonsense attitude as he mumbled to himself in an annoyed manner on his way down the stairs. "Haynes you were supposed to be down in holding an hour ago, what're you doing in here? Get your ass downstairs before I shove my boot so far up it you'll be tasting leather."
He leisurely stepped up to the first occupied cell and eyed the palm sized tablet he'd been carrying as he did so, reading the information aloud. "Okay, who do we have here? Shifter. Female. Sumatran Tiger. Ooooh~ I know who this is." His soft blue-grey eyes narrowed slightly as he peered into the dark cell, a sharp whistle escaping him to gain the attention of the massive felid within, which turned around to face him with a low and foreboding growl. "Hey, c'mon, where's the love Kara? You know I would've brought you in myself if I knew." With a snarl the shifter charged at the bars and left forth a deafening roar, knowing very well if she moved any further she'd receive a nasty shock from the electrified metal. Charlie smiled and raised his hands in a submissive manner, unfazed by the felid's actions. "Okay. Okay. Fine, I'm going. Just wanted you to know it's gonna be another hour or so while the doc cooks up something, uh, fun, for you."
With his smile lingering he shook his head a little and moved on to the next occupied cell a little further down the block, his gaze focused on the tablet as he slowed to a stop at its door, once again reading aloud. "Hmm... Retro. Female. Sand Cat? What's a sand cat?" He finally looked up to see the woman sitting daintily in the cell before him, a brow rising curiously as he noted her oddly calm demeanor. So that's a sand cat. He thought to himself, mentally smirking slyly as he typed a code into the tablet before slipping it into his pocket. "Sabelle, right? The doc is ready for you now, which means you have two options. Option A, you play nice and we take a lovely little stroll upstairs to the labs. Or B..." A hand moved to grip the handle of the shock stick clipped to his belt, but he didn't draw it, he was simply trying to coax her attention to it. "...I introduce you to Mr. Shocky, you take a little nap, and I tuck your little kitty form into a crate and haul you up there anyways. Your choice."
His words may have sounded harsh, but for once he didn't intend them that way, it was just a force of habit. After having to deal with the belligerent and uncooperative type of subjects day after day he often forgot that they weren't all like that. Just a lot of them. Or rather, most of them. Actually no, all but a few of them. Yeah... At that realization, his warm smile returned, his gaze meeting her own as he shifted his weight across his feet and stood in a more relaxed manner. "It's not even lunchtime yet and it's already been a long day, so I'd rather not do the latter, to be honest. I highly recommend playing nicely." He winked.
OOC • Woo! First post as Charlie~ 8D I love him |D Sorry it took forever, I'm still catching up with all my posts. -faint-
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Post by Deleted on Jul 22, 2012 14:00:08 GMT -5
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She heard the first footsteps into the dreary room, and she kept her gaze held fast onto the hallway just outside her electric cage. The footsteps stopped some ways off from her cell, and she felt her spirits drop. Of course they weren't here for her yet, they just wanted her to suffer. She released a quiet sigh, shoulders sagging some in defeat. A male's voice rang out, sharp and clear in the unusually quiet room. Oh, so they did send the boys down, immediately Sabelle felt a bit more chipper. Maybe she could have her fun yet in this place. She listened to his words with little interest, it sounded like he was reciting something off a list, which he no doubtedly was. The roar was what really got her going. She bit back her laughter, her bright blue eyes rolling lightly with her amusement. Honestly, why did they let themselves get so worked up? It's not like the could do anything from behind their electric bars. Sabelle didn't understand why they wasted their energy pulling silly stunts, obviously the Keepers weren't put off by it. They had probably grown fast accustomed to such things.
She listened as the man spoke up again after, and again her interest rose. So he wasn't there for the other shifter. That was good, maybe it actually was her time. She shook her head lightly as he mentioned cooking up fun. She was sure it would be anything but. She wondered what was in store for her. The lady Keeper from earlier had said routine check ups, and maybe that's really all that it was, or maybe she was just lying to keep her docile. Either way, Sabelle wouldn't have kicked up much of a fight, it wasn't like there was much she could do about it anyway. The footsteps starting again, and they got progressively closer to her cell without stopping. She let a small smile grace her lips, tilting her head as she caught sight of the man's shadow growing outside her cell. He began reciting off his paper again as he reached her door, saying her name and species aloud, as if she didn't already know what she was.
She waited patiently for his gaze to move from his notes and to her, and she let a small, girly giggle leave her throat at his question about her species. She watched his eyebrow quirk as his gaze lifted to her, and she wondered quickly whether that was a good thing or a bad thing. "Well, Sir, this is a sand cat," She piped up, her voice smooth and silky. She pushed herself up from the ground then, so she could be more level with the man in front of her. She brushed the dirt from her pants, baby blues never leaving his. "Are you fond of them?" She bit her bottom lip playfully, laughing again as she did so. There was no way around it, Sabelle was a huge flirt. She wondered just how well this Keeper was going to respond to that. They probably didn't take kindly to such interactions with shifters like them.
She quirked an eyebrow at his next words, pursing her lips slightly as if she was seriously considering the options. She placed her hands on her hips and took a step closer to the bars, letting her gaze trace over the man's structure before letting it rest on his face. He was cute in a quirky kind of way, she decided, not that it really mattered or affected anything. "Well, Sir, I am a little interested in meeting Mr. Shocky," She started again, her voice a low purr. "That wouldn't happen to be a nickname for something else too, is it?" She offered the man a wink, clearly playing dumb as he had already referenced the 'cattle prod' on his hip. She watched his eyes lift to meet hers, and she kept her charming smile in check, wondering just how this man was going to react to her. In all honesty, she was expecting nothing good.
She jutted out her bottom lip at his final statement, feigning dismay. "But I'm not good at playing nicely," She mused, tilting her head and brushing her fingers through her hair. She wondered if this man was going to take her as a threat or simply understand the objective road she was taking. Because, there was no way that Sabelle was going to cause this man any problems, she was just bored, and in desperate need for something to fix that.
ooc; Poor Charlie isn't going to know how to handle her x.x
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Post by Charlie Haynes on Jul 23, 2012 17:44:22 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 500px; height: 800px; background-image:url(http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc21/HalcyonHavoc/Shifter/CharlieTable.png)] Charlie was a man of simple pleasures. He liked sleeping in late on weekends, hitting the bars, getting drunk with his buddies, starting fights, and winning fights. Most of all however, and he was not ashamed to admit it, he loved gorgeous women – and gorgeous women loved him. It was probably his greatest weakness, this fondness of the fairer sex, and it was also what got him into trouble a lot of the time. Well, second only to that quick wit and sharp tongue of his, but it's not like he had any control over that. At least he had some restraint when it came to women, or maybe he was fooling himself into thinking he did. It's not like he was bedding every woman he set his sights on, oh no no no, he at the very least had standards. Strict standards in fact, especially when it came to subjects. Plus – ignoring the fact that company policy stringently forbade fraternization on the job – it was just plain weird to think of them in any way other than with a standoffish official demeanor.
Or at least he liked to pretend he believed that, since, in all honesty, some of the female subjects he'd come across in his time were quite exemplary specimens of fine and sexy. Objectifying women was another thing he did quite shamelessly. It was almost second nature. The thing that set him apart from the other obnoxious chauvinistic dogs however, was the fact that he was able to accomplish this act with such a perfect balance of boldness and charisma that it actually made him more appealing. Plus it also helped that he was one devilishly attractive S.O.B. and he knew it, he knew it very well, so much so that it was a well maintained advantage he held above many if not all the other men on staff. The problem with this situation however, as he was quickly discovering, was that very rarely was he ever the one to be objectified. Or at least, not so blatantly. Being the notorious flirt that he was, his skills were well-honed to be on the offensive, to be the one dishing out all the flattery and innuendos. Having the tables turned, and so unexpectedly, suddenly had him slightly confused as to what to do next.
Not about to let a simpleminded cat get the better of him however, Charlie maintained his calm and cool composure as the retro woman giggled and smiled and teased her way up to the bars to get a better look at him. As she did so, he more than happily did the same, his gaze sweeping over each tantalizing curve of her body before settling on her face. She asked him if he liked sand cats and, having never actually heard of one until just then, he replied with a subtle shift of his shoulders in something akin to an indifferent shrug. Her quip about Mr. Shocky, however, roused a genuine laugh out of him. "No, only the deeply narcissistic men give it a name. I'm rather offended you'd say that." He replied with a shake of his head, crossing his arms over his chest in a feigned display of disappointment. To the last of his words she spoke out in a contrive whine of defiance, but he was wise to her tricks.
"Sooo~ little miss kitty likes to play rough huh?" Another cunning quirk of brow, although in a way he was mildly intrigued. It wasn't very often he found himself evenly matched in his little game and he was more than willing to accept such a challenge. Out came that signature smile of his, that charming, suave, irresistible, make-you-melt smile. "Okay, option B, the hard way." Uncrossing his arms he rested one hand on the butt of that foreboding shock stick on his hip while the other gave a friendly little wave to the surveillance camera, not even a moment passing before the door to her cell discharged and slid open. He remained where he stood just outside of the cell's entrance, his tall muscular frame more than easily barring her from escaping if such an idea came to mind. His charming demeanor was as unwavering as the smile on his handsome face as he met her gaze again. "You one hundred percent sure about that sweetness?"
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Post by Deleted on Jul 24, 2012 9:16:54 GMT -5
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She watched his gaze travel her body with a smug satisfaction. Like the man, she was also very self-focused, her confidence in her beautiful human bodHily never wavering. She was fair skinned, fair haired, and blue eyed, wasn't that the perfect human picture? Hitler would have thought so, had she known who he was. It was apparent to Sabelle that this man was also quite used to this game, and she took that as a challenge. How that would end, she wasn't sure, but she intended to find out. She watched his shrug of indifference with a coy smirk planted firmly on her lips, her eyes locked on his mercilessly. She would have reached out and grabbed the iron bars between them, if she hadn't been aware of the electrical current running through them, so instead she stay planted a foot behind them, and it was absolutely killing her to not be able to reach through them, breach the gap that was between them. If she could only get her hands on him, then she might win their little game.
She arched one eyebrow perfectly, a genuine laugh also leaving her as he spoke of his disappointment. Oh, he feigned his actions just as well as she did, she could see right through him. "Yes, you're right, I'm terribly sorry I took you for narcissistic," She shook her head, her blonde curls bouncing around her face as she did so. "I should have known better." She cooed, taking another small step toward the bars. She listened to his next words, and kept her charming facade in check. Oh yes, she liked to play rough. Maybe not rough, per se, but she would definitely make it a challenge in her own little way. She remained silent then, her blue eyes twinkling with their mischief and lips pursed. Option B it was. As his own charming, well-mastered smile crept onto his face, Sabelle allowed hers to follow. She watched him move, waving at something behind her.
In all honesty, she hadn't even noticed the surveillance camera behind her before then. How completely oblivious of her. This made her wonder who else was watching her and their challenging dance. What would they think about it? Sabelle couldn't care less, but maybe it would turn out badly for the man. She laughed to herself, brought out of her thoughts by the sudden clank and movement of the bars. Her prison slid open and she was suddenly face to face with an open door, although the man had positioned himself directly between her and her escape. But of course he had, and she wasn't about to complain. He stood still, obviously confident in himself and his ability to stop her. "Oh, I'm sure, Honey," She answered smoothly, followed by another quick wink. The thought that this man might actually get off on abuse flicked across her mind as his hand rested against the butt of 'Mr. Shocky', but she shoved it aside, figuring she'd find out when the time came.
She took one slow step forward, tasting his reactions. Gaining more confidence, she walked up to the opening, and stopped just in front of him. His cologne filled her nose, making her smile grow wider. She placed her hand on his chest lightly, just barely touching the fabric of his uniform that covered him. "I know you said the doctor was ready for me, but couldn't we play a round of doctor first?" She purred, her eyelids fluttering closed. She felt it then, the light swimming of emotion that was coming from him. Confidence and arrogance that was mixed with the tiniest hint of intrigue. She let her hand move from his chest and slide down his arm, her fingertips lightly brushing his hand. She could will him into finding her more intriguing, she could probably persuade him to do many things, but Sabelle wasn't sure if she wanted to influence his emotions just yet. Empathy came in handy when you were such a close, touchy person. No, she didn't think she would use it against him, not yet, anyhow. She was curious to see where things would go with no outer influences.
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Post by Charlie Haynes on Dec 9, 2012 18:42:57 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 500px; height: 800px; background-image:url(http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc21/HalcyonHavoc/Shifter/CharlieTable.png)] She crept up towards him, and he allowed it, rather curious to see just how far this little cat was willing to go to win this silly game of theirs. He was a little wary of allowing her to touch him though, as he was well aware of her previous mutation. Empathy was a powerful skill with the right mind behind it, though most of the time it was more of a wild and unpredictable thing in the hands of a rookie. Somehow he knew she wasn't much of a novice when it came to manipulating emotions, although looking the way she did, acting the way she did, it hardly took a special skill for her to do so. As she spoke and purred and teased and tantalized, all he did was smile that smile of his as he remained right where he was – a formidable barrier between her and the outside of her cage.
As her fingers danced lightly over his hand, he made his move, his own fingers curling about her wrist and seizing it with enough pressure that it would seem forceful, but not harmful. He took a step forward and then another, coaxing her to backpedal toward the wall behind her as he moved forward into the cell, nudging the door with the heel of his boot. The action triggered a safety mechanism that immediately shut the door behind him with a resounding clang! that echoed down the now oddly quiet cell block. Not a moment later, a chorus of chatter could be heard screeching from his radio – no doubt the cellblock overseer wondering what the hell he was doing – which was promptly silenced with his free hand. Once she connected with the back wall, his free hand came to rest against it to one side of her as the other came up and pinned her arm against the wall on the other side, effectively trapping her there. All the while that smile of his remained upon his handsome face, his eyes meeting her own with an almost mischievous gleam within them in the low light of the cell.
"Be careful what you wish for kitten..." He whispered, loud enough that she could hear him but low enough that no one else could. The next move was hers and he wondered just what she would do now that control of the situation had shifted quite suddenly into his favor. She had nowhere to go and though she could read his emotions, she couldn't possibly know what he was thinking. Was this all just a silly little game still, or had this turned into something far more sinister? He was armed to the teeth, and even without all that he could still overpower her if he really wanted to. The question now was if the intent was there or not.
OOC • I swear I didn't forget about this, life has just been ridiculous. D| There's a wee bit of powerplay cause I had no idea what else to do. Let me know if it needs changing~♥
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