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Post by Dr. Hart on May 28, 2008 20:46:24 GMT -5
Dr. Hart grinned. "Ages ago you say?" He asked, seeming interested. He was glad his experiments were pushing their limits. Sometimes it complicated things, but that was alright. Soon it wouldn't matter anyway. Just a year or so from now...it wouldn't matter. Nothing and no one would matter. No one here, no one there. No one dead and no one alive. They would all be dusty skeletons decaying in a world no longer lived on by humans or experiments. Only animals...things that did not destroy the earth or each other, but live in perfect harmony.
He sighed deeply. And was shocked into attention when he realized he had cut accidentally into his fingers. He looked down at the bleeding appendages and sighed again. "Goddamnit." He muttered to himself and placed his fingers in his mouth and sucked the blood away from his wounds. He barely felt the pain though. Cutting was something that happened a lot to him, he had grown used to the pain.
[/i]"So how did you find out you get get your whole self into the internet? Or did they tell you you could do it? I hate when they do that. It takes the fun out of discovering things for yourself..." He chuckled to himself, the taste of blood thick on his tongue. It was salty, tangy and like pennies. He didn't like the taste of blood very much. This time, he wiped his bloody fingers on his black lab coat, that was the point of a dark coloured jacket any how.
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Post by rebecca on May 29, 2008 6:54:06 GMT -5
There was a slight change in the computer's desktop, as Rebecca moved out of it. "All the damn scientists knew was that I could move my consciousness into the computer." She said, a hint of scorn adorning her voice. "I did the experimenting myself and lo and behold, I found I could enter the computers physically as well as mentally."
She paused for a moment. She stared back at the computer a moment, placing a finger on the side of the computer itself - Not the monitor of course, she hated it when people called computers stupid, and proceeded to hit the monitor - 'That's not where your problems lie...' She'd always tell them. After a moment, the monitor displayed the logout screen, and then it logged out, seemingly of its own accord.
"Discovered that one on my own as well - I still prefer the mental leaps though - Gives literal meaning to the term 'surfing the web'" She said with a chuckle. Oh look, I made a cheesy joke... maybe I should look up some other ones later...
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Post by Dr. Hart on Jun 8, 2008 19:36:17 GMT -5
"Haha." Dr. Hart laughed at the lame joke, he was used to it. Scientists didn't have much of a sense of humour. Clarence held his bleeding fingers in his lab coat and his stomach growled. "That's my sign of I need something to eat. I've been putting off my last few meals." That was a lie, he completely neglected his diet most of the time. Under his ridiculous amount of layers, he wasn't much more than a hundred pounds, if that. If more people knew he was the head of the lab, they probably wouldn't have believe if it anyway.
"Why don't you join me for lunch in the kitchens?" He asked, "I could make you whatever you'd like..." He said, with a faint smile. "Only thing is you have to come out of that computer and disconnect for awhile." He stood, his chair scraping loudly across the floor in the silence of the lab. He wanted Jareth. The damned demon occupied a large chunks of his thoughts recently.
"You must be pretty hungry yourself. Surfing the web has to work up an appetite, it can't be as easy as you make it seem." He complimented and started for the door.
His movements were slow and he limped slightly. Jareth had torn a ligament in his hip a few days ago and he probably should have a cane, but it didn't hurt too bad, and if he did tear it again, did it not give him an excuse to take a few days off? Clarence sighed. He was overworked, half of it was his fault. Maybe he should have more scientists working in care and food for the experiments?
"So are you coming or not? This offer may only be given once, Becca."
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Post by rebecca on Jun 14, 2008 0:16:36 GMT -5
Rebecca grinned slightly. "Well, you got one thing right - web surfing does work up an appetite, seeing as my body turns into data, which then of course, works my metabolism at a seemingly much higher excellerated (sp?) rate. Annoying, yes, but worth it, cause then it gives me an excuse to really chow down." She said quickly, following after Dr. Hart like a partially disoriented puppy. She would bever use the term 'lost puppy' in her vocabulary, so she merely mentally used her own substitute.
She stared at his limp for a few moments. She wondered if she should ask, but kept quiet about it for a bit. Perhaps it's from sitting so long? She thought, but disregarded the thought. No, if it was from sitting, he'd either have to have weak legs, been sitting for much longer, or a slower recovery rate... All of which don't sound plausible enough to cause a limp in one leg for an extended period... therefore... Her mind clicked the pieces in slowly, like clockwork, or puzzle pieces falling into shape one by one. She finally looekd up at him. "What happened to your leg?" She asked.
One of the other thigns that confused her was the sudden use and emphasis on the shorter verson of her name - Becca. This caused her mind to stall for a few more moments. I normally only allow friends to call me by nicknames, But how could he have known that? Better yet, does he think this means we're, well... friends? She paused. She hand't had that word pass through her mind in that context for a while now. She'd been too busy grieving about her current state, wondering how to escape, and so on and so forth. She added a quick little comment. "I'll join you, but for future reference, just Bec will suffice."
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Post by Dr. Hart on Jun 14, 2008 11:19:13 GMT -5
If she was just using him for the food, or if she was thinking they were becoming friends... either way, she was still following him. He slowed down, one, to allow her to catch up, and two to give his leg a break. He smiled at her, the smile seemed slightly strained from the pain in his hip, but otherwise open and friendly. He didn't mind this experiment...then again, he liked all of the experiments...in some form or another. They were like his children, the ones he had never and would never have. Still, even if you HATED your kid, you still loved them...wanted them to grow up well...have all that they needed.
"Alright, I'll just call you Bec then. You can call me Clarence... I don't really have a shortened name... but I guess you could call me Clare if you really want." He laughed, ignoring the question about his hip.
How did you go about explaining that anyway? Yeah, I was seducing Jareth...you know, the demon experiment? And yeah...well...I got a bit carried away and so did he, he bit my hip, where I had also cut myself so he'd be drawn to the blood...and he bit me a little too hard and snapped a tendon... No, you couldn't exactly tell an experiment that...or the other scientists that...
"Oh, my leg...Yeah. I was cleaning out the most obnoxious room in the lab...The one with Jareth? He's the only demon experiment...and Jareth...who really should have been constrained...but I didn't because I thought I'd show him some trust... But then we got into an argument and I edged him on and he clawed me...He cut through a tendon in my hip, but it was my fault so Jareth didn't get hurt, or punished."
"Now I have to be careful of the tendon, or I might snap it again before it heals...." He sighed. They were nearing the mess hall though. "So, what do you want to eat?"
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Post by rebecca on Jul 15, 2008 12:35:31 GMT -5
Rebecca listened to Dr. Hart's, or rather, Clarence's, recitation intently. She felt a bit sorry for his injury after hearing it. Since her own mind interpreted it as Jareth being a jerk and biting at a scientist, she saw Clarence's side of the argument, even though she had no idea what it may have been about. She knew what a torn tendon was like, since in her early high school years, she had played a fair amount of soccer, and had once torn the tendon in her right leg reaching for the ball and missing. Luckily, it healed over swiftly enough - though she never went back to the field after that.
"Felt that once... cept minus the claws..." She said, wincing at the memory once again. "As for eating... is there a lot available or just what can be made with fair ease?" She asked.
OOC: Arg... this has got to be my worst post ever...
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