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The following post includes themes of anxiety due to fears of large, open spaces, as well as unwilling injection.
BIC:
Jamie paced angrily in the small cell. Her mouth still felt a bit sore from where they had taken a rather aggressive cheek swab that had nearly made her gag. Then again, maybe a bit of it was her fault for ignoring the orders of the scientist, like "sit still" and "don't bite the swab".
No, there was no way she was going to take any responsibility for this. Sure, she'd agreed to this weird "clinical trial" without all the information, but then they couldn't just abduct her and force her into this crazy experiment. What was it that scientist had said?
"You'll be part of an genetic engineering experiment..." he had rattled off some well rehearsed speech with a number of very technical terms that she had no idea what they meant. "Basically, we are engineering pokemon-human hybrids that we believe will be more powerful than any regular pokemon. Of course, since you will be among our first subjects, none of this procedure has been perfected, and we aren't quite sure how these genes will manifest themselves-"
"So I come out as some dweeby pokemon person," Jamie had cut him off. "And I get cool powers, but you don't know how it happens? So will it hurt or what?"
"It may. We won't be able to put you to sleep for the process though, since there's no guarantee how long it will last."
"That was not part of the agreement. You can count me out," she had then attempted to stand from her chair, but she had been forced back down by the strong hands of a Machoke on her shoulders.
"I thought it was obvious by now, but you no longer have a choice. I'll need a sample of cells from your cheek now, so hold still..."
In the present, Jamie kicker her foot hard against the wall. It felt incredibly solid, but she knew it had to be a trick. There was no door that she could see, but yet she'd gotten in here some how. Unfortunately they had blind folded here when she moved around the building, and disoriented her as she was thrown into the cell.
"I know you can here me out there!" she shouted at the ceiling. "Let me out already! This is completely illegal! When the police find out about all thi- eep!" Her words cut off to a yelp as a light flew out of one of the walls, blinding her momentarily and making the world spin unnaturally. Something had just used Confuse Ray, and she knew what followed that. A blur of a person entered the room as she staggered, making her high-heeled shoes clack unevenly against the tile floor. They covered her eyes with some kind of blind fold, and pulled her hands behind her back.
An awkward walk down the hall began, as Jamie struggled to walk straight but a strong hand held her cuffed wrists and tugged them around to lead her in the proper direction. "Fuck off..." she grumbled in her stupor at a particularly sharp pull.
As the confusion wore off, she felt herself placed in a chair, just like the one she had sat in for the cheek swab. This time, though, they didn't bother to remove her blindfold, instead she felt them strap her feet in with some kind of belts, and her arms remained cuffed behind the back of the chair.
"Let me go already you assholes!" she demanded, struggling unsuccessfully against her bonds and even attempting to rock the chair over. However, the same strong hands, likely those of the Machoke, held her shoulders firmly in place, back against the chair which she could not make so much as slide. There was a sharp prick just below her collar bone on the left side of her chest, and the odd pressure associated with a shot. This made her grunt, scream, and struggle even harder, although it got her no further against the incredibly strong pokemon. "STOP IT! LET ME GO!"
"It's done. You may want to..." the scientist from before spoke to whoever had brought her to him.
"Of course. Musharna," the deeper voice commanded. Suddenly the blindfold was removed from her head, and she was met with the sight of a strange pink and purple pokemon. "Hypnosis." Jamie didn't have time to react before the pokemon's odd smoke began to move in a strange entrancing motion, quickly putting her into a strange, dreamless sleep...
As she looked around, her pokemon was no where in sight. As she stood up on shaky legs, she had barely straightened up when the memories of being kidnapped came back, like she was remembering a bad dream. Suddenly she was wide awake, looking around herself.
She was in a small field of grass, bordered by a lake that was barely larger than a pond to her left and a thin forest to her right. Past the lake was a far less natural sight: a steel wall that stretched as far as she could see left and right. Following it up, it curved inward like a large dome, with large fans and other strange, covered openings about half way up. Around the top were blindingly bright lights illuminating the whole compound. From the looks of it, the whole dome had to be at least three or even four football field lengths across.
Taking it all in, she absently rubbed the injection site, which had gone numb to her touch, though she could feel her heart throbbing through it. Her pulse picked up as she felt herself begin to inexplicably panic. Well, she supposed it was fairly natural to panic in her situation, but she couldn't really pick out one particular reason that had set her off. The realization that she was probably about to undergo some crazy transformation, the feeling of being so small and alone in far too large of an area, or even the feeling of being a caged animal. Her legs began to shake and her breathing quickened to short, shaking breaths. She hugged her arms close to her body, shivering as her bright blue eyes searched for any other sign of life.
"Hello?!" she called loudly, hoping someone would hear her, although her voice cutting through the near silence only seemed to worsen her anxiety. It felt as if the roof above her could cave in at any second, collapsing on her head, or as though the waters from the lake were going to reach out and pull her under. Already she felt as if she was drowning.
Her only option for security was the trees off to her right. She began to walk towards them with a brisk pace, stumbling in her heals and trying to make sense of the spinning world. The short walk felt as if it took an eternity, and by the time she reached the tree she was gasping for air as if she had run a marathon. She held on tightly to the trunk for balance, feeling just a little more secure in the tree line. Gradually she managed to steady her breathing, keeping her eyes tightly closed and focusing on each individual breath. After a minute, she was calm enough to release her grip on the trunk and instead lean against it instead. Feeling her sore ankles from rolling them around in her heels, she simply reached down and removed her shoes entirely. Normally, she wouldn't dare walk around in the dirt without shoes, but this was no time to be worried about some grimy feet. She had to find a way out of here, and manage to talk that scientist into reversing whatever he had done. And by talk, she meant threaten by any means necessary.
There was no way she was walking back into the clearing without someone else there, though. This seemed like an oddly large compound for just one person, so she had to hope that there might be others here with her. Didn't that guy say she was "one of the first" anyway? It was a little flicker of hope at least.
"Hey! Is anyone out there?!" she tried once more to call out to anyone who might also be in the compound, using the loudest voice she could muster without fear of it cracking from the last bit of anxiety that still plagued the back of her mind.
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The following post includes themes of anxiety due to fears of large, open spaces, as well as unwilling injection.
BIC:
Jamie paced angrily in the small cell. Her mouth still felt a bit sore from where they had taken a rather aggressive cheek swab that had nearly made her gag. Then again, maybe a bit of it was her fault for ignoring the orders of the scientist, like "sit still" and "don't bite the swab".
No, there was no way she was going to take any responsibility for this. Sure, she'd agreed to this weird "clinical trial" without all the information, but then they couldn't just abduct her and force her into this crazy experiment. What was it that scientist had said?
"You'll be part of an genetic engineering experiment..." he had rattled off some well rehearsed speech with a number of very technical terms that she had no idea what they meant. "Basically, we are engineering pokemon-human hybrids that we believe will be more powerful than any regular pokemon. Of course, since you will be among our first subjects, none of this procedure has been perfected, and we aren't quite sure how these genes will manifest themselves-"
"So I come out as some dweeby pokemon person," Jamie had cut him off. "And I get cool powers, but you don't know how it happens? So will it hurt or what?"
"It may. We won't be able to put you to sleep for the process though, since there's no guarantee how long it will last."
"That was not part of the agreement. You can count me out," she had then attempted to stand from her chair, but she had been forced back down by the strong hands of a Machoke on her shoulders.
"I thought it was obvious by now, but you no longer have a choice. I'll need a sample of cells from your cheek now, so hold still..."
In the present, Jamie kicker her foot hard against the wall. It felt incredibly solid, but she knew it had to be a trick. There was no door that she could see, but yet she'd gotten in here some how. Unfortunately they had blind folded here when she moved around the building, and disoriented her as she was thrown into the cell.
"I know you can here me out there!" she shouted at the ceiling. "Let me out already! This is completely illegal! When the police find out about all thi- eep!" Her words cut off to a yelp as a light flew out of one of the walls, blinding her momentarily and making the world spin unnaturally. Something had just used Confuse Ray, and she knew what followed that. A blur of a person entered the room as she staggered, making her high-heeled shoes clack unevenly against the tile floor. They covered her eyes with some kind of blind fold, and pulled her hands behind her back.
An awkward walk down the hall began, as Jamie struggled to walk straight but a strong hand held her cuffed wrists and tugged them around to lead her in the proper direction. "Fuck off..." she grumbled in her stupor at a particularly sharp pull.
As the confusion wore off, she felt herself placed in a chair, just like the one she had sat in for the cheek swab. This time, though, they didn't bother to remove her blindfold, instead she felt them strap her feet in with some kind of belts, and her arms remained cuffed behind the back of the chair.
"Let me go already you assholes!" she demanded, struggling unsuccessfully against her bonds and even attempting to rock the chair over. However, the same strong hands, likely those of the Machoke, held her shoulders firmly in place, back against the chair which she could not make so much as slide. There was a sharp prick just below her collar bone on the left side of her chest, and the odd pressure associated with a shot. This made her grunt, scream, and struggle even harder, although it got her no further against the incredibly strong pokemon. "STOP IT! LET ME GO!"
"It's done. You may want to..." the scientist from before spoke to whoever had brought her to him.
"Of course. Musharna," the deeper voice commanded. Suddenly the blindfold was removed from her head, and she was met with the sight of a strange pink and purple pokemon. "Hypnosis." Jamie didn't have time to react before the pokemon's odd smoke began to move in a strange entrancing motion, quickly putting her into a strange, dreamless sleep...
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A gentle, cool breeze woke Jamie from her sleep, although she refused to open her eyes for a few minutes, instead draping her arm over them to block out the harsh light. Something about the breeze felt strange though, like it was stale, coming from a fan, although it had the irregularity of a natural wind. Finally she grumbled and sat up, blinking awake and rubbing a sore spot around her collar bone. For a moment, she had no idea where she was, simply looking down to straighten out her floral, layered tank top and brush some grass from her little denim shorts. Raking her long, dainty fingers back through her wavy blonde hair, she tried to recall why she was sleeping outside in her clothes. Had she partied to hard last night? No, it had been a while since she had gone drinking with friends... did another trainer knock out her and Persian?
As she looked around, her pokemon was no where in sight. As she stood up on shaky legs, she had barely straightened up when the memories of being kidnapped came back, like she was remembering a bad dream. Suddenly she was wide awake, looking around herself.
She was in a small field of grass, bordered by a lake that was barely larger than a pond to her left and a thin forest to her right. Past the lake was a far less natural sight: a steel wall that stretched as far as she could see left and right. Following it up, it curved inward like a large dome, with large fans and other strange, covered openings about half way up. Around the top were blindingly bright lights illuminating the whole compound. From the looks of it, the whole dome had to be at least three or even four football field lengths across.
Taking it all in, she absently rubbed the injection site, which had gone numb to her touch, though she could feel her heart throbbing through it. Her pulse picked up as she felt herself begin to inexplicably panic. Well, she supposed it was fairly natural to panic in her situation, but she couldn't really pick out one particular reason that had set her off. The realization that she was probably about to undergo some crazy transformation, the feeling of being so small and alone in far too large of an area, or even the feeling of being a caged animal. Her legs began to shake and her breathing quickened to short, shaking breaths. She hugged her arms close to her body, shivering as her bright blue eyes searched for any other sign of life.
"Hello?!" she called loudly, hoping someone would hear her, although her voice cutting through the near silence only seemed to worsen her anxiety. It felt as if the roof above her could cave in at any second, collapsing on her head, or as though the waters from the lake were going to reach out and pull her under. Already she felt as if she was drowning.
Her only option for security was the trees off to her right. She began to walk towards them with a brisk pace, stumbling in her heals and trying to make sense of the spinning world. The short walk felt as if it took an eternity, and by the time she reached the tree she was gasping for air as if she had run a marathon. She held on tightly to the trunk for balance, feeling just a little more secure in the tree line. Gradually she managed to steady her breathing, keeping her eyes tightly closed and focusing on each individual breath. After a minute, she was calm enough to release her grip on the trunk and instead lean against it instead. Feeling her sore ankles from rolling them around in her heels, she simply reached down and removed her shoes entirely. Normally, she wouldn't dare walk around in the dirt without shoes, but this was no time to be worried about some grimy feet. She had to find a way out of here, and manage to talk that scientist into reversing whatever he had done. And by talk, she meant threaten by any means necessary.
There was no way she was walking back into the clearing without someone else there, though. This seemed like an oddly large compound for just one person, so she had to hope that there might be others here with her. Didn't that guy say she was "one of the first" anyway? It was a little flicker of hope at least.
"Hey! Is anyone out there?!" she tried once more to call out to anyone who might also be in the compound, using the loudest voice she could muster without fear of it cracking from the last bit of anxiety that still plagued the back of her mind.
