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Guest
Name- Art Dunning
Gender- Male
Age- 22
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Animal influence- Turtle
Bio- Art had difficulties with school and life issues for a long while. His luck seemed to be always against him, missing opportunities by the last second. Things were starting to look up when he scored a scholarship that he used for college. He was enjoying his classes very much, he signed up for an experiment in one of his chosen science classes and the next thing he knew, he was waking up in a cage.
Art had woken up, groggy, aching, and uncomfortable. He found himself in a cage, he had no idea why or if he was even supposed to be in here. No memories came to his mind to ease the confusion. Even though he didn't remember much of anything, he had the increasing sense that he didn't want to be here, and that some how he was different. Pushing himself up into a sitting position, the room around him wobbled briefly and finally settled down. For a moment he stared down at his hands, noticing his fingernails were a complete, opaque black. Huh. Next he registered that he was wearing only some shorts that seemed to be an official garment of some sort.
Looking back up, he took in the room. It looked monotone, sterile, impersonal. And barren. The place was scattered with random little things, like there had been a big scuffle in the room and everyone left in a hurry. There were a couple empty cages similar to his own but empty. On a counter top near his cage there were some clothes that he recognized as his own. On his cage there was a plastic shelf like thing that held a clipboard in it. . Art strained himself a little but managed to reach the clipboard.
Name: Art Dunning.........Animal: Turtle. Those were the only things that stood out to him. Although the animal part confused him. Is that why he was in a cage? He was supposed to be an animal? None of this made sense. He set the clipboard aside and rested his hands on the bars of the cage "Hello? Could somebody help me?" The whole of the building seemed to respond with silence.
That was three days ago.
Art sat crouched with his head in his hands. He had been calling out every now and then into the silence with no response and every time he started panicking just a little. He was patient, he tried staying calm and remaining rational. Panicking never helped anyone....But hunger gnawed at him. He was going to die here in this cage, alone, just when he thought his life was starting to turn around. Panic, desperation, and outrage overtook him and he leaped up, grabbing at the bars and bellowing at the top of his lungs. "SOMEBODY HELP ME LET ME OUT!!" Art dissolved into frustrated roars and shook at the bars of his cage "LET ME OUT!" In his thrashings he jerked the bars inward. He didn't notice them being bent under his hands while he was shouting in futility for help.
Gender- Male
Age- 22
Pic-
Animal influence- Turtle
Bio- Art had difficulties with school and life issues for a long while. His luck seemed to be always against him, missing opportunities by the last second. Things were starting to look up when he scored a scholarship that he used for college. He was enjoying his classes very much, he signed up for an experiment in one of his chosen science classes and the next thing he knew, he was waking up in a cage.
Art had woken up, groggy, aching, and uncomfortable. He found himself in a cage, he had no idea why or if he was even supposed to be in here. No memories came to his mind to ease the confusion. Even though he didn't remember much of anything, he had the increasing sense that he didn't want to be here, and that some how he was different. Pushing himself up into a sitting position, the room around him wobbled briefly and finally settled down. For a moment he stared down at his hands, noticing his fingernails were a complete, opaque black. Huh. Next he registered that he was wearing only some shorts that seemed to be an official garment of some sort.
Looking back up, he took in the room. It looked monotone, sterile, impersonal. And barren. The place was scattered with random little things, like there had been a big scuffle in the room and everyone left in a hurry. There were a couple empty cages similar to his own but empty. On a counter top near his cage there were some clothes that he recognized as his own. On his cage there was a plastic shelf like thing that held a clipboard in it. . Art strained himself a little but managed to reach the clipboard.
Name: Art Dunning.........Animal: Turtle. Those were the only things that stood out to him. Although the animal part confused him. Is that why he was in a cage? He was supposed to be an animal? None of this made sense. He set the clipboard aside and rested his hands on the bars of the cage "Hello? Could somebody help me?" The whole of the building seemed to respond with silence.
That was three days ago.
Art sat crouched with his head in his hands. He had been calling out every now and then into the silence with no response and every time he started panicking just a little. He was patient, he tried staying calm and remaining rational. Panicking never helped anyone....But hunger gnawed at him. He was going to die here in this cage, alone, just when he thought his life was starting to turn around. Panic, desperation, and outrage overtook him and he leaped up, grabbing at the bars and bellowing at the top of his lungs. "SOMEBODY HELP ME LET ME OUT!!" Art dissolved into frustrated roars and shook at the bars of his cage "LET ME OUT!" In his thrashings he jerked the bars inward. He didn't notice them being bent under his hands while he was shouting in futility for help.