Us Against The World. (A Shapeshifter RP.)

[anonymouse]

(( No! T-T Not Andrew! Oh no... I hope Ayra doesn't go into depresstion. ))

Ayra smiled as she swung herself off Hawk. They had reached Ichigo's in a short time, Ayra led Hawk to the field, allowing him to graze. She started her way to the house, ready for a glass of water. She looked around, Ayra wondered where the others had gone off to. "Hmm..." She paused, then diecided ((sp)) that they were shifters, they'd be fine.

[Tam]

Light filtered faintly through the cracks in the boarded up window. The dimly lit dusty room was dark and stuffy, as if there was no fresh air flowing in. Andrew's head was slumped and his hands were bound behind him to the chair he was seated in. His head was throbbing, making thinking even hurt. With a weak groan he cracked his eyes open looking deliriously around the small room. He tried to raise his head, but it caused him to feel nauseous so he dropped it again. "Where am I?.." he wondered out loud, his voice was small and weak in the darkness. For hours he sat alone and in pain in the empty room. His bindings were bound so tightly that he swore his hands were blue, and his feet were numb. The back of his head wouldn't stop sending off waves of throbbing pain.

After another half-hour chains could be heard rattling outside what looked like the door. A lock clicked and bolts scraped before the door slid open. Do they really have that much security on me?.. He thought as he watched the same burly man that had carried him walk in. Of course Andrew had been unconscious at that moment so he didn't know. He glared at the soldier, who in turn punched him across the face.
"Come now Louis, do be courteous to our guest." Said a calm voice as smooth as a snakes. A man in a business suit followed the burly soldier into the room a third lackey scuttled in after and placed a chair down for the suited man before scuttling back out.
Huh, disgusting. Andrew though spitting out a bit of blood. He continued glaring at the two men wishing he wasn't tied up so he could rip them to shreds.

"Now that's no way to greet old friends" Said the suited man. Louis grunted and shut the door, placing himself in front of it like a body guard. What is he talking about!? Old friends?!! Like I would spare him two words!

"So, this is the escapee project hm? 001? Was it?" The suited man asked. Crossing his legs as if he wasn't in some dusty old concrete room speaking to a beaten tied up shifter. "Yeah Charles that's the one. I don't see why the boss labeled him as special, he was easier to catch than a dead bug." Snorted the guy Louis crossing his arms.
Andrew just stared. What were they talking about? What was Project 001? Who labeled who "Special?"
Louis laughed at Andrew's bewildered expression. "Ha! So the pipsqueak's invention does work! You're memory's wiped clean!" He laughed.
"Oh come now Louis, you're going to make things harder for me." Chided Charles. He faced Andrew once more with a pleased smile smeared across his face. "Well, since you seem to have forgotten me Andrew let me introduce myself once more to you. My name is Charles Verduer, and I'm second in command for Project S.U.A.S." He said pleasantly as if meting a friend.
Andrew didn't let off on his hateful glare as both men spoke. "And just what is S.U.A.S!?" He growled.
Charles just smiled more broadly "Why, Shifters Unknowingly Against Shifters of course."

[anonymouse]

After Ayra had gotten herself a glass of water, Ayra went up to her room. She smiled at how much this room had become home. She put her glass down on a table, then she strided slowly to the giant window. Ayra opened the wide window, allowing a breeze to blow through. She leaned on the window-sile ((?)) and smiled, she blushed when Andrew came to mind. But Ayra didn't push it away, oh no, she lingered on the thought, letting his beautiful face to blaze in her mind. She smiled at what a girl she was.

[Versa_Mythology]

Form
Name: Kelly Rynes
Username: WinterWolves
Age: 18
Species: Shape-shifter
Side: Good Side
Favorite animal form: Clydesdale
Favorite animal form pic:
Personality: loving, loyal, friendly, smart, dark, mysterious, and very deveous.
Bio: Well.....Right now she's being held captive by the S.U.A.S....and doens't know Andrew yet......
Pic/description:
Likes: Alot Of things
Dislikes: Alot Of Things
Crush: Andrew

[Versa_Mythology]

(Hey, is it okay if Kelly was captivated by SUAS...and now she's being tested? Like, she'll end up meeting Andrew.....and then gets in alot of trouble when she tries to run away?)

Kelly sat silently in her chair, slumped forward. So...tired. What time was it? She didn't care, really. She didn't want to move. Her muscles were spasing out, and her body was stiff, rightening itself slowly as she stared at her shoes. She had cables tied tightly to her wrists behind the chair. She couldn't get out...or shift......for that matter. She slowly sat up, leaning back in the chair.

Mrs. Anderson...tell me everything you know, Or I'll have to punish you until she spill out blood. A voice boomed. Kelly was frightened. What if he really did? Would she give in? Of course not! She would never give in to a vermin. Humans....so...wierd...ad hateful to the mythical creatures surrounding them. What was wronge with these people? Her head was pounding now, draining out the Soldier's voice.

[Tam]

((Sure that's fine, SUAS mostly has shifters with wiped memories out offering help to other shifters so that the soldiers can take them away to dispose of them.))

Andrew stared in horror as the man Charles spoke "Shifters Against..." He whispered not able to finish. Why? Why do they hate us? What have we done wrong to deserve this?! "YOU!!" He screamed "This is all your fault!!! You're the reason!!" Andrew was enraged, he thrashed and twisted in his bonds shouting and spitting curses at Charles.
Swinging out of nowhere a huge beefy fist connected with Andrew's stomach. With a gasp of pain the breath was slugged out of him and her doubled over in pain, as far as he could with his hands tied behind him that is. His vision swam and he fought to suck in air while also trying to avoid retching. He felt one more stunning blow across his face before Charles' voice rang out, muffled and unclear. The two voices mumbled above him and after a moment the door scraped open again.
Something was pulled over his head and he felt his chair being dragged along somewhere.
After what felt like hours of being dragged a door opened and his chair stopped being moved. His hands were unbound from the chair and rebound behind his back again. The sack was jerked off his head, he was thrown to the ground and a second later the door slammed shut again.
"Don't worry buddy! You'll have some company later on tonight! You don't have to feel lonely!" Laughed Louis' mocking cruel voice from outside the solid steel door. Andrew was still gasping from the blow he'd received and his lip was cut and bleeding. What did he mean "Company?...

[Versa_Mythology]

Kelly was having trouble breathing. she'd jus been slapped hard in teh cheek, after told repeatedly to tell the everything. She didn't have anything to tell! Blood was dripping from the corner of her mouth, and had a huge, scary bruise where she was slapped. She struggled once they left the room. She started to shake and stir in her chair, trying to retch herself free of the cords. No use. She could feel her wrists cutting and bleeding, making it hard for her each time it stung more. She tried a few more times......

(Do you want her to meet Andrew now?)

[Tam]

((If you want, I got nothing else to do (Except watch Pinocchio *huggles Disney Classic movies* ^_^))

[Versa_Mythology]

The door clicked open, and Kelly stopepd moving. She gulped, hoping they hadn't noticed how bad she struggled with the cords. She listened, and felt something yanking and cutting her wrists. she screamed loudly, being frightened....far worse then she ever had. They lifted her off the chair, and one sung her over his shoulder like a sac of potatoes, holding her arms down so she coudln't get at him. They brought her into a room with medal doors and secerity locks. Oh go.... she thought. They opeend teh door,a nd cranked it open, shoving Kelly inside quciky,a dn shutting it behind them. They locked it, leaving Kelly...and a boy? In the same room.

[Tam]

Andrew looked up blearily from where he'd been slung to the floor. Who's that? He rolled onto his side, his hands completely numb from the the lack of circulation and he felt sore all over. He stared at Kelly with guarded eyes, he didn't know who, or what, she was. All he knew was that she was being held hostage like him. So this must be the "Company" that thug mentioned. He could still feel the slugs he'd received from Louis on his face, and the cut on his lip stung a bit. Now what? Am I stuck here till they beat me to death? Or will they try to worm information out of me?
With a small sigh he let his head slump to the floor and closed his eyes, trying to blot out the pain from being beaten. He still felt like retching and prayed that he could keep it down. At that moment the empty nothingness sprang up, engulfing his thoughts, drowning his mind in emptiness. He longed to reach up with his hands and clutch his throbbing head, but they were bound tightly behind his back and he couldn't feel them anymore anyways. He rolled back onto his side, almost on his stomach, his eyes clenched tightly shut. Desperately he tried thinking of other things, about... What is there to think about?.. I have no family, no love, no desires... Only to remember... That's all I desire, to remember what happened, to get back those memories.. The memories that were stolen from me! That seemed to have done the trick because the emptiness retreated once more to the back of his consciousness. With a relived sigh he slumped onto his back again trying to ignore the uncomfortable lump his tied hands made beneath him. His eyes were closed but he could tell that the room they were in had no windows, and the way the sound echoed off the walls it was most likely made of some kind of metal.