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Neko
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Zane listened intently as his two friends talked about yesterday, about hurting each other. He could't remember it at all and even with Celtic's reassurance that he handles it fine he could't help but feel... Wrong.
He came back from his thoughts about yesterday to hear them talking about dreams. What did he dream about? Vague images swirled around his mind. Violence. Blood. Her must have still been feeling the effects of that drug. "I uhh... Can't remember." He said simply when it came to his turn.
To avoid any further questioning her rose from bed, shoulders slumped and head down, watching where he walked. He closed the bathroom door behind him and sat on the lid of the toilet, cradling his head in his hands. "Keep it together." He mumbled to himself. "Your friends need the real you." Letting out a small sigh he rose and continued with his morning bathroom routine.
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She wasn't the most organised out of the three of them and she didn't mind admitting that. It just meant that she had a tendency to misplace things, usually her formulas she'd scribble down on a piece of paper.
Looking over the trolly quickly, she placed a few more instruments on there before standing back to admire her hard work. "Truly a job well done." She praised herself as she exited the room to fetch the two others.
As she walked back over to the monitors she stepped on a piece of paper with writing frantically scribbled on it. She recognised it form a few months back when she had a breakthrough with her research. Studying it quickly she spotted an equation and frowned. "That's not right..." She mumbled and she took a pencil from her pocket and fixed it up quickly before realising what she had done. "I-I've done it? I've done it!"
The equation had been wrong and thus cause her to accidentally kill a previous test subject, causing him to repeatedly throw his head against the table until he was dead but now, now she would show them.
He came back from his thoughts about yesterday to hear them talking about dreams. What did he dream about? Vague images swirled around his mind. Violence. Blood. Her must have still been feeling the effects of that drug. "I uhh... Can't remember." He said simply when it came to his turn.
To avoid any further questioning her rose from bed, shoulders slumped and head down, watching where he walked. He closed the bathroom door behind him and sat on the lid of the toilet, cradling his head in his hands. "Keep it together." He mumbled to himself. "Your friends need the real you." Letting out a small sigh he rose and continued with his morning bathroom routine.
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She wasn't the most organised out of the three of them and she didn't mind admitting that. It just meant that she had a tendency to misplace things, usually her formulas she'd scribble down on a piece of paper.
Looking over the trolly quickly, she placed a few more instruments on there before standing back to admire her hard work. "Truly a job well done." She praised herself as she exited the room to fetch the two others.
As she walked back over to the monitors she stepped on a piece of paper with writing frantically scribbled on it. She recognised it form a few months back when she had a breakthrough with her research. Studying it quickly she spotted an equation and frowned. "That's not right..." She mumbled and she took a pencil from her pocket and fixed it up quickly before realising what she had done. "I-I've done it? I've done it!"
The equation had been wrong and thus cause her to accidentally kill a previous test subject, causing him to repeatedly throw his head against the table until he was dead but now, now she would show them.