~.: Plot:.~
=Scientist's view=
Every once in a while, a disgrace will pop up in a lonely town. A being of some sort. They all hide their deformities but we ALWAYS find them. When they are exposed they are given a series of tests before government officials come to pick them up. They are then shipped here, to our lab in the wilderness of Canada. This lovely place rests in a very large clearing. The first floor is underground with one staircase and one slim door, that is secured shut with several locks and a keypad which keeps the more talented ones from getting it open. The door is made of diamond, which is unbreakable. The surrounding walls, supporting are also coated with diamond which seems to effect the strength of the creatures greatly. The second floor is a large opening, as if it where an indoor courtyard. There is however several food vaults. The third floor is separated into halves. The left side has rooms dedicated to our research, operating rooms, rooms for check ups, rooms for more serious tests, a large gym like test room, and social area, and a few other rooms. There is also an infirmary. The other half are our offices where we log down our findings and live our days when not working. Also, level with the second floor is a heavily closed in training pool and an exercise room on the side of that where we can test endurance. On the other, left side of the building is a large field enclosed with a large force field for outside time. We hate these things but they need to see the sky every once in a while, if they try touching the forcefield and ramming out thought, they'll be electrocuted into oblivion.
=Experiment's view=
We always try to hide our differences but somehow we're always caught. There's no avoiding it, sadly. Then we're put through a series of government approved tests and sent to the most AWFUL place. They lock us up in a dark basement. The cells are small and contain a mat, a toilet, and table/chair. There is only one blanket and a sad pillow. The only times we are taken from our cage is if we're being released in the field, taken to a social room for sparring, or taken to that awful third floor for painful tests. We get fed once in the morning and once in the night, unless we're put on meds for an experiment. Then we either get fed less or more, because of certain things... A lot of us won't take pills so they'll put it in more food, or if it effects their research in an injection. It's terrible here. WE HAVE TO GET OUT!
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