Fleeting Humanity (Lab Roleplay- semi-lit) Scientist Needed

[Season of the Star]

((Wait... this guy is stalking you? Shi-ooot...))

[Inudog]

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Inu stuck his tounge out at the scientists, his tail flicking. He laughed mockingly "Awww, don't bother with them... they are too scared to experiment on someone as awesome like me!" He stated, smirking. In truth, Inu himself was a bit scared by what they would do to him, especially since they saw what happened to Danni, and that guy barely did anything wrong! Inu ignored the spikes of fear crawling up his spine and instead focused on what was happening now.

[Vraska the Unseen]

Psy flicked his forked tongue from between his lips. "Mind if I have the first go, Ele?" He growled, looking at Jade. He had always called this woman Ele, and didn't care what others thought of it. Jade nodded, handing him her personal scalpel, something only very close people to her even got to touch.

[marsram]

(I beh back, I'm posting later than I was intending to post because I got pissed when I accidentally closed my firefox session and turned of the computer :P)
Sheilik>>>My hearing was beginning to clear up, but it was still slightly muffled and thus bringing my anxiety back. I began to worry it would stay like this, but then I remembered me being in situations like this before and all them ended with improvement of the sense. I remembered a scientist explain to me that my body builds up a certain tolerance to an impairment of a sense, thus improving it from where it was before it was damaged. I tried to keep this little secret hidden because the scientists loved to test it out until I could not bear the pain of the collateral damaged brought up with the damaged senses. I thought about the memories until even with my hearing weakened I heard the horrible sound of someone in pain. My anxiety became worse and I started to shake slightly, but I did not resist the sound; I needed to rebuild up collateral tolerance to trauma like my body built up tolerance to damage I had had before. I realized I had subconsciously willed away the tolerance somehow when I was trying to be social, and what a fat load of good that did. Now because of me being social Neo was going to get it, along with that other bastard who called me a bat; but the screaming I heard did not register to either of them, someone else must've gotten in the mix as well. I needed to retain my original ant-social composure again for the sake of everyone.

[Season of the Star]

Neo watched them, his heart pounding and his muscles tensed as he strained to watch. He was the only one not being attended to at the moment, so all he could do was watch and wait. It was agonizing, knowing that he couldn't move or even watch these people get their tortures. He could only hear their screams, listen to their terror, and wait until it was his turn. That, to him, was more torture than the torture itself. A scalpel through his hand; he could handle it without a scream. Being drowned in below-freezing water and getting both hypothermia and pneumonia; been there, done that. He was used to pain, illness, and was familiar with the consequences of his actions. He never backed down, and always admitted it when he pulled a prank.

[Vraska the Unseen]

((Must....hug....Neo....))

[Season of the Star]

((XD Aww! Is Croockedheart feeling bad for Neo?))

[Vraska the Unseen]

((No, I feel bad for the chinchilla I left at the store yesterday. It was screaming 'Take me home! I've been in here too long!' And I was like 'Mom, please!' Then she said no and I cried.))

[Season of the Star]

((I love chinchillas! I'm sorry you couldn't have it, though.....))

[marsram]

((I like possums better, but that's just me :D))