Post by Nicole on Jul 4, 2011 16:52:51 GMT -5
Monica
Things were going exactly as planned, minus a very brief detour by John to the women's ward. The guards outside his door were more than privy that something more elusive was about to happen, but so far, all they knew was that Director Dalton would soon be arriving there and they were to keep Bulwark in his room until that time.
In the end, as John sat in his room, contemplating his radical change in lifestyle, a small hiss could be heard as gas was released into his room. Regardless what John did it would proceed to fill the room till the mighty criminal was rendered unconscious. All the while both cameras watched with delight to see if the man grew sleepier and sleepier.
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John
-And what a radical change it had been. In John’s mind the plan had gone according to plan. Of course sinister things could and would happen. Things you could never account for, things you had no way of seeing. So it was as the room slowly filled with the sleeper agent, John grew more and more melancholy. The mind grew sluggish. Struggling with each new thought, categorizing it in the way his mind methodically sought elusive details.
Danica began to become an overbearing subject in his thoughts as eyelids began to droop. In those final seconds of consciousness, John realized struggled against the toxins that had infiltrated his nervous system and made it a struggle just to think coherently. The creak of the chair was the only sign of his inability to control any motor functions, completely limp now as eyes grew wide. Even in those seconds of awareness John showed no fear only a calm certainty that this was it, all men died. He couldn’t regret last night or the awakening of long dormant feelings. He only wished he had said more.
Head falling back, eyes closed he began to snore. The deepest sleep of his life.-
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Monica
As soon as John went unconscious and an acceptable time had passed to ensure he wasn't going to be coming back out of it and fighting the door opened and a medical team moved in with a stretcher to cart the massive man back out. Things moved like clockwork, getting him on it, strapping him down, proceeding to the elevator and then down into the depths of the facility.
Oh yes, things were indeed going like clockwork, and all while Major Fayden was finding himself with personal time in his own rack. Monica was with the team of course, her hands clasped behind her back as she went with them into the medical wards, down into one of the labs and then stood silently behind the observation glass as the scientists moved in. The glass was transparent, not mirrored and he certainly could see her when the time came to awaken.
And so it was that the stimulant was injected into the man to bring him back awake. The first thing John would find was an overpowering bright light shining right down into his face with containment suited personnel around him.
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John
-John would have been amused as the staff tried to lift his body from the chair to the stretcher. A few more bruises added to his body where the least of his worries as eyes opening once the stimulant had run its course. Narrowing his eyes against the harsh glare of the light, he tried to look around. Silhouettes could be made out, of what he couldn’t be certain, what was certain was that he was constrained and unable to move.
He could wiggle his toes, digits and his head but the temporary blindness did little for him. Even here in the pit of uncertainty, John knew no fear. Seconds turned to minute as he struggled against bonds he couldn’t see. Abruptly the wool was pulled from his eyes and the first thing he saw was an upside down Monica. A fair distance away and shielded by glass, with his cocksure grin he gave her little to be satisfied about.
Looking about each man in the hazmat suit it wasn’t hard to figure out precisely what would happen. Ceasing his futile struggling, he sucked in air and tried to calm his racing heart. Luckily it didn’t appear his vitals where being monitored, though who knew what else was on the other side of that glass. He remained silent, watching, waiting.-
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Monica
Monica watched as John began to regain consciousness. For the moment he wasn't being monitored but soon enough equipment to monitor his heart rate and other vitals were being hooked up. Though the phrase by one of the researchers in the suit was uttered.
"Calm down or you're going to have a heart attack."
Monica watched, however from the glass as she clipped on the ear piece and mic so she could talk with John, she clasped her hands behind her back securely as she focused on him.
"Mr. Bulwark." she started to speak, "Once more we find ourselves in a very unique situation. Since I can't trust you to remain civil on your own, I've decided to tip the scales in my favor so that you have no choice but to." she added.
"I'd much rather have one of the more...fit... of your friends, but I suppose you'll do."
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John
-Creating a stable intake of air he brought his heart rate down as they began to hook up the various pieces of equipment designed to monitor his vitals. Monica’s high nasal voice would create a spike in his heart rate though it quickly settled back to a normal, even rhythm.
A drone was all John could think. That would be too easy for the woman. No it would something much more devious. The malicious intent hidden behind those fake eyes was more than telling. Perhaps she lost her other dog? With a sigh, John gazed at the light overhead. He wouldn’t give her the satisfaction of hearing him beg or whimper. What was the point of standing if all you wanted to do was kneel?
Hopefully whatever was about to happen would wipe it all away, leaving only a blank state from which to create. John had little real idea of what would happen, but he knew regardless of what happened, he didn’t want to face Danica when it was over.-
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Monica
Monica nodded to the lead scientist in the room to begin the procedure. She settled back in one of the plush chairs for the high profile clients and crossed her legs, hands resting on her lap as she watched a vial of a liquid lifted up and a syringe pressed into it and the stopper drawn out, filling it with the liquid.
It was the same syringe that was brought down and slowly pressed into John's restrained arm and injected. Almost instantly John would feel like he was on fire, the liquid spreading up his veins which began to bulge noticeably and turn black, climbing up his arm and soon to spread through his body. Oh yes, the pain would be excruciating as he experienced this, along with his muscles spasming uncontrollably. The metal restrains would groan but hold firmly as John would feel like he was swelling from the inside, pressure spreading out to his limbs as a greater strength was deposited through his body.
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John
-The syringe was felt and the syrup thick substance that turned veins black. Reacting instantaneously the torrent of agonizing pain coursed through his body. Body heaving and contorting uncontrollably the operating table would shake and tremble with each violent twist of his body. Chest heaving upwards hips twisting and turning, digits clawed at the fabric of the bed he was on. Writhing in agony, no sound was made beyond that of the constraints holding him to the table.
Vision was lost in the solace of darkness as the affliction overcame his senses. Still no sound came from the man, not even a grunt. Muscle tissue tore itself apart, rebuilding itself only to tear once more. Strengthening and forming in the cruel seconds it took for the serum to run its course.
John lost consciousness soon after. The internal struggle lost as the changes wreaked havoc on his unprepared body. An old, world-weary body dealt with the rapid changes as best they could, which involved the automatic response of a coma. All movement stopped, the veins returned to their normal color. The only sign of what had just happened where the marks around ankles and wrists.-
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Monica
Monica's lips curled to a slight smirk as she watched with humor the agonizing procedure on the man who dared defy her. She stood at the final thrashing stages as the man collapsed down into unconsciousness. His body having almost twice doubled in size and muscle mass before slowly shrinking back down to size, even the color of his skin returned to normal as she smirked some, bringing her hand up she depressed the button on her ear piece and spoke to the team inside the room.
"Inject him with a nerve agent. I don't want him remembering this little episode till after we leave." she commented, turning as he was given the drug which would keep John from remembering anything for the next twenty-four hours.
Once he was checked on, he was promptly returned to his room with his guard escorts returned to the doors. The most curious people in the facility none-the-wiser that one of their own had just undergone a procedure that was perfected by the Raccoon City facility.
Things were going exactly as planned, minus a very brief detour by John to the women's ward. The guards outside his door were more than privy that something more elusive was about to happen, but so far, all they knew was that Director Dalton would soon be arriving there and they were to keep Bulwark in his room until that time.
In the end, as John sat in his room, contemplating his radical change in lifestyle, a small hiss could be heard as gas was released into his room. Regardless what John did it would proceed to fill the room till the mighty criminal was rendered unconscious. All the while both cameras watched with delight to see if the man grew sleepier and sleepier.
______________________________________
John
-And what a radical change it had been. In John’s mind the plan had gone according to plan. Of course sinister things could and would happen. Things you could never account for, things you had no way of seeing. So it was as the room slowly filled with the sleeper agent, John grew more and more melancholy. The mind grew sluggish. Struggling with each new thought, categorizing it in the way his mind methodically sought elusive details.
Danica began to become an overbearing subject in his thoughts as eyelids began to droop. In those final seconds of consciousness, John realized struggled against the toxins that had infiltrated his nervous system and made it a struggle just to think coherently. The creak of the chair was the only sign of his inability to control any motor functions, completely limp now as eyes grew wide. Even in those seconds of awareness John showed no fear only a calm certainty that this was it, all men died. He couldn’t regret last night or the awakening of long dormant feelings. He only wished he had said more.
Head falling back, eyes closed he began to snore. The deepest sleep of his life.-
______________________________________
Monica
As soon as John went unconscious and an acceptable time had passed to ensure he wasn't going to be coming back out of it and fighting the door opened and a medical team moved in with a stretcher to cart the massive man back out. Things moved like clockwork, getting him on it, strapping him down, proceeding to the elevator and then down into the depths of the facility.
Oh yes, things were indeed going like clockwork, and all while Major Fayden was finding himself with personal time in his own rack. Monica was with the team of course, her hands clasped behind her back as she went with them into the medical wards, down into one of the labs and then stood silently behind the observation glass as the scientists moved in. The glass was transparent, not mirrored and he certainly could see her when the time came to awaken.
And so it was that the stimulant was injected into the man to bring him back awake. The first thing John would find was an overpowering bright light shining right down into his face with containment suited personnel around him.
_____________________________________
John
-John would have been amused as the staff tried to lift his body from the chair to the stretcher. A few more bruises added to his body where the least of his worries as eyes opening once the stimulant had run its course. Narrowing his eyes against the harsh glare of the light, he tried to look around. Silhouettes could be made out, of what he couldn’t be certain, what was certain was that he was constrained and unable to move.
He could wiggle his toes, digits and his head but the temporary blindness did little for him. Even here in the pit of uncertainty, John knew no fear. Seconds turned to minute as he struggled against bonds he couldn’t see. Abruptly the wool was pulled from his eyes and the first thing he saw was an upside down Monica. A fair distance away and shielded by glass, with his cocksure grin he gave her little to be satisfied about.
Looking about each man in the hazmat suit it wasn’t hard to figure out precisely what would happen. Ceasing his futile struggling, he sucked in air and tried to calm his racing heart. Luckily it didn’t appear his vitals where being monitored, though who knew what else was on the other side of that glass. He remained silent, watching, waiting.-
_____________________________________
Monica
Monica watched as John began to regain consciousness. For the moment he wasn't being monitored but soon enough equipment to monitor his heart rate and other vitals were being hooked up. Though the phrase by one of the researchers in the suit was uttered.
"Calm down or you're going to have a heart attack."
Monica watched, however from the glass as she clipped on the ear piece and mic so she could talk with John, she clasped her hands behind her back securely as she focused on him.
"Mr. Bulwark." she started to speak, "Once more we find ourselves in a very unique situation. Since I can't trust you to remain civil on your own, I've decided to tip the scales in my favor so that you have no choice but to." she added.
"I'd much rather have one of the more...fit... of your friends, but I suppose you'll do."
___________________________________
John
-Creating a stable intake of air he brought his heart rate down as they began to hook up the various pieces of equipment designed to monitor his vitals. Monica’s high nasal voice would create a spike in his heart rate though it quickly settled back to a normal, even rhythm.
A drone was all John could think. That would be too easy for the woman. No it would something much more devious. The malicious intent hidden behind those fake eyes was more than telling. Perhaps she lost her other dog? With a sigh, John gazed at the light overhead. He wouldn’t give her the satisfaction of hearing him beg or whimper. What was the point of standing if all you wanted to do was kneel?
Hopefully whatever was about to happen would wipe it all away, leaving only a blank state from which to create. John had little real idea of what would happen, but he knew regardless of what happened, he didn’t want to face Danica when it was over.-
___________________________________
Monica
Monica nodded to the lead scientist in the room to begin the procedure. She settled back in one of the plush chairs for the high profile clients and crossed her legs, hands resting on her lap as she watched a vial of a liquid lifted up and a syringe pressed into it and the stopper drawn out, filling it with the liquid.
It was the same syringe that was brought down and slowly pressed into John's restrained arm and injected. Almost instantly John would feel like he was on fire, the liquid spreading up his veins which began to bulge noticeably and turn black, climbing up his arm and soon to spread through his body. Oh yes, the pain would be excruciating as he experienced this, along with his muscles spasming uncontrollably. The metal restrains would groan but hold firmly as John would feel like he was swelling from the inside, pressure spreading out to his limbs as a greater strength was deposited through his body.
___________________________________
John
-The syringe was felt and the syrup thick substance that turned veins black. Reacting instantaneously the torrent of agonizing pain coursed through his body. Body heaving and contorting uncontrollably the operating table would shake and tremble with each violent twist of his body. Chest heaving upwards hips twisting and turning, digits clawed at the fabric of the bed he was on. Writhing in agony, no sound was made beyond that of the constraints holding him to the table.
Vision was lost in the solace of darkness as the affliction overcame his senses. Still no sound came from the man, not even a grunt. Muscle tissue tore itself apart, rebuilding itself only to tear once more. Strengthening and forming in the cruel seconds it took for the serum to run its course.
John lost consciousness soon after. The internal struggle lost as the changes wreaked havoc on his unprepared body. An old, world-weary body dealt with the rapid changes as best they could, which involved the automatic response of a coma. All movement stopped, the veins returned to their normal color. The only sign of what had just happened where the marks around ankles and wrists.-
____________________________________
Monica
Monica's lips curled to a slight smirk as she watched with humor the agonizing procedure on the man who dared defy her. She stood at the final thrashing stages as the man collapsed down into unconsciousness. His body having almost twice doubled in size and muscle mass before slowly shrinking back down to size, even the color of his skin returned to normal as she smirked some, bringing her hand up she depressed the button on her ear piece and spoke to the team inside the room.
"Inject him with a nerve agent. I don't want him remembering this little episode till after we leave." she commented, turning as he was given the drug which would keep John from remembering anything for the next twenty-four hours.
Once he was checked on, he was promptly returned to his room with his guard escorts returned to the doors. The most curious people in the facility none-the-wiser that one of their own had just undergone a procedure that was perfected by the Raccoon City facility.
