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Post by Cheyenne on Oct 25, 2010 20:59:02 GMT -5
In 1976, a secret, illegal laboratory was created, specializing in DNA manipulation. The first experiments involved created human-animal hybrids. Essentially, people with human intelligence with the instinct, capabalities, and physical traits of a particular animal. In 1984, the first successful experiment of this kind was acheived and the number of illegal laboratories rose. by the '90s, there was at least one per state in the U.S. During this time, they also began experimenting with plant genes, and eventually useful mutations such as powers. What they discovered was that with high doses of radiation and exposure to various elements and objects, all three were possible. However, given the illegality of the experiments, the knowledge was confined to their small circle of scientists. To ensure the secrecy of their projects,they began training and sending agents out into various working fields such as the FBI, police forces, and other government agencies or programs. This was to enable the scientists to know an information that was possibly had on thier operation. But despite their efforts, in 2006, there was a mass breakout of experiments. After an initial hassle, authorities were alerted and a special sector was created to find the illegal labs and stop the experimentations. While the mutants who had escaped or were liberated were assured they would never be testd on again, all of them under eighteen were mandated to have a legal federal guardian for protection as well as an introduction to a normal society, which remained ignorant of the possibility of the experiments' existence. While in their custody, the former experiments will be introduced to the public schools for education, will be permitted to choose religion and clothing, and will taught all other aspects of normal living. Unfortunately, the secret agents still remain in various government programs, some of them even proving to be the so-called guardians of the mutated children. Sometimes even fellow experiments prove to be traitos. All of this brings the experiments back to squar one; you can trust no one but yourself.
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Post by Cheyenne on Oct 25, 2010 20:59:55 GMT -5
Setting - New Hampshire, October, after school on a Friday. I'll prob. add a totally different dude later, but for now, I'll stick with her. “Damn.” Zipporah swore under her breath, looking down at the near crumpled test paper in her hand. It was covered in red marks, reminding the teenager of when a friend of hers had a violent case of chicken pox when she was young. Ironically, such person was part chicken, but that was besides the point. To top it off, the paper was adorned with a large, screaming “F” at the top. “Georgia is going to kill me.” she murmured, mentally calculating how many similar grades she had gotten in math since she had been in school. She figured that with two Fs, a D, and three Cs, her average was not likely to be a passing one. As if I don’t have enough to worry about, she thought to herself, crushing the failed exam into a ball and shoving it into her bag. In an attempt to get the subject of her poor performance in algebra off her mind, Zipporah darted into a section of the woods that surrounded the desolate streets. Nature always seemed to calm her down, despite the fact that she would get more yelling for disappearing in the woods after. Once deep enough in the forest and making sure nobody was around, she threw off her jacket and stretched out a pair of small, brown-gray wings dotted with white markings. Her mind wandered to her past and what she had gone through because of the feathered limbs, though the subject was soon buried in the back of her mind as she began to flap the wings, slowly rising in the air and careful to avoid tree branches. Knowing from experience, hitting one was not pleasant. At all. She hastily and easily secured her book bag and jacket to a larger branch before propelling herself higher, eventually high enough up to appear no bigger than a crow or hawk to anyone on the ground. The avian-hybrid sighed contently as cold mist rolled over her body and tickled the feathers of her wings. While being part mockingbird may not have been very impressive, it definitely had its perks. After about ten minutes, Zipporah found herself being rudely interrupted by a small beeping noise made by a watch on her right arm. She frowned and pressed a button to silence it. It was a reminder to get her ass back on the ground before Georgia had a fit. Her caretaker would more than likely find another reason to scold her, but Zipporah generally didn’t like tardiness to be that subject, given it got her the most bitching. “You would think she would learn that I’m part wild animal by know and her shit hasn’t worked for the five years she’s had me, and probably never will.” she said to herself, but descending to the ground any way to retrieve her things.
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Post by Cheyenne on Oct 25, 2010 21:00:30 GMT -5
Illy: *yay! my turn! i warn you. this is the first time i've done this.* -if i get bored with this oen character, i might give her a twin- Staring down Zipporah, i watched as i sat down next to her bag, waiting for her to land. i sighed as i watched a squirrel scamper. i twitched and held my nose, don't do it Vendetta, don't do it. i thought to myself. i sighed and pulled off my gloves and shoes. my tail appeared from my pants and my hat fell of from my ears pulling up in interest. i barked. i covered my mouth, blushing. damn these wolf genetics. i growled and lunged at the squirrel, catchign it between my paws. i let it go, bored of the lame chase. i howled, to get Zipporah's attantion. she had best get down here before i get hungry. she's screwed anyway. i put on my gloves shoes and hat. damn genetics. Georgia is going to kill us both. i watched my phone buzz, warning me to get home before i am eternally grounded. i yawned and streched, ajusted my hat, and awaitied for her to land. at least i didn't fail my test today. barely. i thought.
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Post by Cheyenne on Oct 25, 2010 21:00:52 GMT -5
"I'm coming! I'm coming!" Zipporah yelled down, resisting the urge to add "you filthy mongrel" to the end. While she didn't dislike the wolf girl, after being called back from the skies, she was never very happy. Then again, as of late, she rarely seemed to ever be. Zipporah grabbed her bookbag and glanced down at Vendetta, then back at the bag. You probaby shouldn't, she thought to herself. But it would be really fun...And easier than carrying it down.... With a cold grin, she promptly let the bag drop, the object falling in a way that would be sure to hit the girl below. However, at the last minute, Zipporah dove down and caught it before it could crack the wolf hybrid in the head. A few steps ahead, she landed on the ground and proceeded to put her jacket back on and fold in her wings, dreading the cramped sensation that would momentarily come. Flipping her collar up, she spared a glance over at the wolf girl. "You know your howling startles me." she said, lowering her voice an octave so the high pitch would be less irritating to both their ears. "By the way, what did you get your test today? I have to do corrections later."
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Post by Cheyenne on Oct 25, 2010 21:01:13 GMT -5
Illy:
"well, i didn't fail if that is what you mean." i snarled, having heard the whistling of the bag and the swoop as she saved it from cracking me on the head. i would have moved but she knew she would be food in my stew if she had let it hit me. i wasn't in the best of moods today, it being that time of year when i had been taken from my home all those years ago from so long ago. i was tempted to use my wolven speed to just run home and save myself from georgia's wrath, but i sighed and yanked at my pendant, a wolf carved onto it. damn wolven loyalty. i cursed mentally in my mind. "come along before she shaves me down to the bone. she'll pluck your feathers right out one by one if we're any later." i said, walking towards 'home.' "and i know my howl irratates you; that is one of the best parts of it." i said, showing off my k-9 teeth and walking in front of her and storming off to the place where my bretherin awaited; no doubt coverign for us again to help us with georigia's wrath.
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Post by Cheyenne on Oct 25, 2010 21:01:46 GMT -5
"Oh, goody. Maybe she'll pick the wrong one which will somehow cause an end to this pitiful life of human normality." Zipporah said in a mock-cheery tone, though her eyes stayed dull and dark, wondering whether or not it would be very consequential if one of her bigger feathers, which were attached to blood vessels, were plucked straight out. She also contemplated how much pain she would really be in if such were to happen. Upon Vendetta storming off, she shook off her back-pack and jacket to glide above her, easily keeping pace above and holding her things in her hands. She sighed, longing to be free rather than tip-toing around a bitchy authority figure who she could kill in five seconds anyway. Or be forced to do the horrid subject of math, which not even the normals used outside of school. Well, I wouldn't even use any of it anyway, seeing as I have no plans of living a normal life, anyway. Zipporah thought to herself, planning to live out her life as a wandering/flying hermit in the woods after she turned eighteen. "So...red or purple?" she asked as they came to the edge of the woods, referring to the color of Georgia's face when she got angry. As she saw small signs of people, she landed and hid her wings once more.
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Post by Cheyenne on Oct 25, 2010 21:02:10 GMT -5
Illy:
"i believe a mixture of the two. we're not THAT late." i said, shrugging. my watch beeped at me. "scratch that. i'm thinking more of a plumb color. what do you think?" i said, speedign up and finally approaching the house. before i had even pulled out my keys, a plumb colored Georgia was standing in the doorway. i rolled my eyes and pushed past her. she grabbed my wrist and my ears made my hat fall off and i growled, ripping my paw out of her grasp. "don't touch my you normal." i snapped, dropping my bag loudly on the gorund and went into the kitchen. "watch your mouth missy." she snapped. i turned sharlpy at her, my caramel hair almost hitting her. my grey eyes stared into her hazel ones and my mouth pulled upwards, baring my teeth. "dont talk to me like some mutt. you do not own me. you do not have any blood relations to me. i don't even see why i am still here. i can survive on my own. i am here because little miss birdy would be eaten if i weren't. i live for my pack here. damn wolf traits. stop actignglike you fucking know me." i snapped, not raising my voice, keeping it calm, creepy. i turned sharply, grabbed a raw chicken strip that was being cooked by another, and chomped into it, letting the blood drip down my chin and watching Geirgia shudder involentairy. "remember; i am a wolf, not some human you can tame. don't even try. because i won't mind trying human flesh." i whispered in her ear, making her take a step back as a single drop of blood dripped onto her white blouse, right where her heart would be. i walked off to my room without making another sound, the only thing giving me away was the drpping of the blood on the floor. pitter. patter. pitter. patter.
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Post by Cheyenne on Oct 25, 2010 21:02:27 GMT -5
"Well there's your answer." muttered Zipporah, ducking a hand flying toward her. One of the boys gave her a look of pity and she rolled her eyes at him in return. Walking over to one of the cabinets, she grabbed a bag of sunflower seeds before returning to watch the fight. Missy, she thought weith a grin, the pup's anything but. Her eyes followed the two with a flicker of interest. They suddenly grew dark upon hearing "miss birdy". "Excuse me, but you can tell your wolf buds I'm a free-for-all and see what happens." she said darkly, though in her normally, high pitched voice, which only grew higher in her anger. Finding it was bothersome to her own ears, she hoped it was worse fror Vendetta. "I don't need no one's shit-ass protection, especially from anything in the woods. I was there before everyone got the bright idea for a mass breakout and sure as fuck know what it's like." After saying so, she grabbed an apple, having finished her seeds and walked to the door, sparing a glance over at Vendetta. Her eyes foubnd the peice of chicken and blood dripping on the floor. "And that's fucking disgusting." she said, she stomach churning at the thought of the dead chicken the wolf hybrid was eating. Her hand reached for the doorknob, Georgia was immediately there and attempting to stop her. "Don't you dare. This is my house, it is my responsibility to take care of you, and you are not going to leave under my watch." the older woman glared down at her. Currently in a mood to fight, she glared back, locking her gaze until the woman looked away, her animal side feeling a sense of pride. "What are you gonna do? Spank me? Oh, I'm hellla' scared now." she said sarcastically before forcing the door open and slamming it behind her. She looked around to make sure the coast was clear before jumping into the air and taking off into the woods, using the coming twilight to her advantage.
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Post by Cheyenne on Oct 25, 2010 21:02:51 GMT -5
Illy:
i rolled my eyes. she didn't even know what i was protectign her from. damn loyalty makes me htink of her as one of the pack. she thinks i'm talkign about the other wolves. pshhh. there is no way they would mess with her anyway. i glanced down at the chicken in my hand. that wasn't the smartest of moves. picking up my jean jacket that laid on my bed, i put it on adn went otu the front door, ignoring Georgia's prtests. i needed to run. i needed to hunt. i needed to get the fuck out of there. i rubbed my ears. "damn bird hurts my ears every time she openes her big mouth." i muttered, walking over to the woods and waiting for another packmate to show up. i picked up a piece of wood and began to sharpen it and my claws.
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Post by Cheyenne on Oct 25, 2010 21:03:12 GMT -5
From her stance in a large tree, Zipporah heard Vendetta approaching. Having had been taking her shoes off at the time so she could perch comfortably on her talons, her worn-out sneakers fell from the braches and landed about ten-yards away from the wolf-girl. She listened to the two separately to make sure that neither hit one another, as knowing from experiance how painful such could be. Easily determining they would not, she shrugged and leaned back against the tree trunk, watching her breath in the air and listening to the crickets and cicadas, trying to calm down, well aware she had acted like an ass. This chick is driving me crazy, she thought in reference to Georgia, rubbing her temples and sighing. It had been so much easier just living in the woods and worrying about survival. Where she didn't have to worry about fitting in, or normal people, or having someone betray her. Alone in the woods, it had just been her staying under scientist radar and worrying about staying alive, not eating the poisonous berries, and keeping away from bear dens. It would be so much easier if I was just born a bird. She thought to herself longingly. Then she wouldn't even have to worry about the dreadful scientists and labs at all. just living. No, that would be to nice and fortunate, she mentally said with one last sigh, contemplating getting out of the tree or flying.
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Post by Cheyenne on Oct 25, 2010 21:03:29 GMT -5
Illy:
Smelling birdie in a tree, i decided to ignore her. oh to be a wolf. i fucking hate living with people. i wat to rip their heads off. at least i have my pack. and speak of the devil. i thought, smelling a fellow wolf on the wind. i let out a howl to alert them and to irk birdy for ruining my meal earlier. i heard their almost silent footsteps approaching. finally appearing aroudn the corner, my best friend appeared. with jet black hair and electric blue eyes, his grin was 100% wolven, with pointy k-9's and wolf ears and tail showing proudly. he trotted up, using his paws to his advantage, hsi shoes no doubt some where far away. "hey Vendetta, what's wrong?" he asked, standing up like the humans we were. "take a guess Xeavior." i said, sad. "Georgia? or birdie? or both?" he asked, sitting down and patting the floor next to him. i sat down adn leaned my head on his shoulder. "everything. Just, everything. i wish that we were either wolven or normal. that would be so much simpler. not havign to watch over our shoudler every moment of our lives just because we were mixed together into another breed of human. not even that. i dont feel human. not a wolf. i'm-just so confused. what-what am i? who am i? i wish i knew." i whispered the last part, the stress getting through my stone wall built up around my heart., seeping in and poisoning it and making it turn black, dying slowly. no antidote.
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Post by Cheyenne on Oct 25, 2010 21:04:59 GMT -5
With her acute sense of hearing, Zipporah heard herself referred to as birdy and frowned. She was half-tempted to call down and remind thems she could hear them, but figured also that was why they were doing it. Like the howl, which was still ringing in her ears. Ass, she thought to herself grumpily. Should've let my shoe hit her. She could barely hear the last part of what Vendetta had said, but the words still made her feel even more cramped than she already did. "Damn." she muttered under her breath, needing to get away from the suddenly emotionally open atmosphere. Straightening from her perch a bit, she let her wings extend, the stretching sensation feeling good, as they had been folded up for a good portion of the day. Then she took off, flying high enough that the air felt tight in her legs. But she was free and that was alll that mattered. It was a good fifteen minutes later when she finally decided to land, the chilly air on the ground feeling much warmer than the absolutely frigid air above. She shook her feathers, in case of any frost on them. Her zen didn't last for much longer though, as she heard a twig snap. Her head flew in the direction of the noise, he body standing tense and still, looking no more than a colored statue in the forest. There was the sound of whooshing behind her ears before she was promptly tackled to the ground. She wheezed as the air was knocked out of her, but quickly regained her composuer, punching at her attacker and hitting them in the chest. Whoever it was staggered back at coughed. Zipporah took the chance to fake a bunch to their stomach. Their hand went to stop her, but at the last second she stopped and let her fist meet their nose. She felt the warm wetness of blood and saw their hands reach to their nose in surprise. from then on, she was able to pin them to the ground without much of a fuss. Once in a patch of moonlight, she saw the person for the first time. A boy with brown hair and two different eyes - one brown and one green - his skin was rough and tanned, even in the moonlight. Strange vines covered one half of his face, which trailed down to his arms, becoming bark on the tops of his hands, elbows, and shoulders. From what Zipporah could see, they were probably on his chest and legs too. His hair was made up of leaves, of which had appeared to be turning red for autumn as if they were on a tree. His fingers wrapped around her arms to try and push her away, which was unsuccessful and led her to see his incredibly long digits which could wrap around her wrists twice. "What the hell are you?" she asked him in awe. "Depends, who are you and why do you want to know?" he grunted. Suddenly Zipporah felt her heart racing in her chest and the blood running to her cheeks. Her pulse sounded in her ears and she felt dizzy. Easily figuring it was the boy, she jumped off of him, her rapid pulse slowing a bit, leaving her shockedas to what had happened and on her guard in case he tried it again.
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Post by Cheyenne on Oct 25, 2010 21:05:23 GMT -5
Illy:
havign heard the struggle as i waited for her to land, i and Xavier ran over to where both her and hte tree boy were struggling. i hid my presance, letting my eyes and nose take over from here on. i saw that Birdie was winning and she had pinned him to the ground. they both stood and she was tense. i grabbed Xavier by the wrist and we walked silently behind Birdie. i stood behind her, neither aware i was here. "well, what do we have here? and by what, i mean what? obviously no one here is your average normal, so let's just relax and find out your story. what are you? part plant? part tree? part shrub? shifter?" i asked. "the name is Vendetta." i said. "Xavier." he grunted next to me, his hair obviously standing on end, not trusting the newcomer. "now, why did you attack my packmate here? we don't exactly appreciate it." i said, in my calm voice, with my eyes piercing into his different colored ones.
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Post by Cheyenne on Oct 25, 2010 21:05:41 GMT -5
The boy standing crossed his arms and leaned back on one leg, wondering why there were so many mutants in one place. He appeared not to trust them and gave them a once over, his eyes lingering for a second on Vendetta's chest before moving on. Nice boobs, he thought to himself, though burrying the observation as he decided whether or not the other two were harmful. Being wolf hybrids, he didn't doubt they weren't. Upon their questions, his gaze shifted to their faces, but avoiding their eyes, knowing it would further set them off. And being he was on a mission to retreive them, that would do no good. "I'm Peter." he said uneasily with a shrug as if he did not trust the others, as they did to him. "I'm part plant. I don't really know what...They never told me." he then explained in a quieter tone, looking away as if in memory of the torments of the place. He then looked up again, his multicolored eyes glinting in the moonlight. "Sorry about the attack. I'd thought she had been sent to retreive me by the lab. They've been sending people after me since the breakout. Hopefully I am wrong." His eyes searched their features as if for confirmation. Zipporah straightened her back, still tense. "I am Zipporah. We are not agents." she told him, her eyes locking into his. She saw honesty and hopefullness, feeling at ease within a few moments. Part of her was still on edge, though her human side was saying to trust him. Her shoulders relaxed and she looked back at the others with a shrug. She figured even if anything did happen, she could aways kick his ass, forgetting her sudden rise in pulse toward the end of the fight.
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Post by Cheyenne on Oct 25, 2010 21:06:08 GMT -5
Illy:
Noticing Birdie had relaxed herself, i felt myself ease a bit, but Xavier only leaned closer to me protectivly. i rolled my eyes and glared at the newcomer, having seen his eyes linger on my chest a bit too long. my hand made a fist adn i could hear my bones movign otu of the way as my claws dug into my skin. i was only tenser and wished that i could read what he was thinking. so i had trust issues, i stared down Peter, unsure what his purpose of beign here truly was. i rolled my eyes mentally as Zipporah began to trust the outsider. "we're not agents, but we need to know your purpose here so we don't have to hurt you." i growled out, my hand bleeding. Xavier noticed and sighed, took it, uncurled my fist, and began to wipe the blood off. i loosened my fist and let him tend to it. every time i tended to my own wounds they got infected. he wrapped it in a bit of gauze and licked my blood off of his hand. i smiled and rolled my eyes at him as his tail wagged, him enjoying the blood. i saw Zipporah shudder at the sight of blood. i smirked and licked my own blood off of my hand. "so, what are you doing here?" i asked, my voice not getting any louder, staying one low pitch so not to hurt my packmates' ears.
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