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Ravee
9:22am, June 24, 2004
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[Delete] | [23-22:01] abbc8, ºAgent Muller : *The speakers, so loud that the walls and cieling shake and vibrate violently several floors above, suddenly turn off as the door to the holding area opens, Agent Muller stepping over the threshold*
[23-22:04] 438a5, *Dr. Lintilla : *her eyes had become unfocused after several hours of having to edure the sounds over the speakers. Her white prison issue tank was splattered with blood from the dead Stranger above her. Her hands resting on her stomach, she doesn't seem to Muller walking in. though her first instinct is to thank him for turning off the noise, she knew that would show him it had indeed gotten to her. She had survived their menial attempts to break her thus far, she was not about to cave in because of some sound effects*
[23-22:16] abbc8, ºAgent Muller : *Muller steps up to the cage door, pulling a key from the inside of his suit coat and inserting it into the lock. Muller steps into the cage, eyeing her on the blood stained bed..*.. Wake up, Exile. *He closes the door behind her*
[23-22:17] 438a5, *Dr. Lintilla : How unexpected, seeing you again so soon. What is the occassion this time?
[23-22:23] abbc8, ºAgent Muller : A friend of mine wished to see you.. *Muller puts his hand to his earpiece, initiating contact with Agent Nixon* ~You may come in now.~
[23-22:25] 7d799, *Agent Nixon: *Her hair tied back behind her head, cold eyes hidden behind dark sunglasses she walks through the door, her shoe heels clicking as she steps firmly across the floor- nodding to her superior agent Muller as she follows his command*
[23-22:27] 438a5, *Dr. Lintilla : I didn't think socilizing was allowed in the Agency. *her tone is as bored as her expression.*
[23-22:31] abbc8, ºAgent Muller : You have become quite the attraction, I was considering charging admission for my subordinates to come see you.. *Muller turns to look at Nixon from inside the cage*
[23-22:35] 438a5, *Dr. Lintilla : Lucky me. *she blinks slowly and closes her eyes, not even bothering to look at the new addition*
[23-22:39] 7d799, *Agent Nixon: *Looks to Agent Muller, her expression anything but expressive as she stands awaiting and future order from Agent Muller. With a small twitch of her head, she turns to look at Dr. Lintilla, a snakey smile playing over her lips* You are lucky, Dr. Lintilla. *The smile fades quickly back into an almost lack of expression as she look at her*
[23-22:43] abbc8, ºAgent Muller : *Agent Muller motions for Nixon to approach the cage, looking back to Lintilla*
[23-22:43] 438a5, *Dr. Lintilla : *sighs softly and simply awaits their steady hands. Again she is curious what they had in mind, noting that since her arrival in the cell none of them had really bothered to interrogate her anymore. It was like a torture game that couldn't end. As a program she was allot more durable then a human*
[23-22:44] 7d799, *Agent Nixon: *Pivots slightly on her heel, moving as if affixed to one spot, then approaches the cage in the direction motioned by Muller*
[23-22:49] abbc8, ºAgent Muller : You have proven to be a very uncaring mother, Doctor Lintilla.. *Agent Muller steps toward her blood soaked bed, his heels clicking sharply against the metal floor..*.. your Strangers have shown an unwillingness to die that I have not even seen in most humans..
[23-22:51] 438a5, *Dr. Lintilla : *a soft smile passes over her lips as she opens her eyes and turns her head slightly, looking directly into his eyes through the glasses* What did you expect?
[23-22:54] abbc8, ºAgent Muller : Perhaps you would like to view a tape of Mr. Janice begging for his life.. *Muller puts his hand to his earpiece*
[23-22:55] 7d799, *Agent Nixon: *Steps up behind but somewhat beisde Agent muler, her eyes intent upon Dr. Lintilla as they continue with the exchange*
[23-23:00] 438a5, *Dr. Lintilla : As you stated earlier, I'm an uncarring mother.
[23-23:11] abbc8, ºAgent Muller : Quite right.. *Muller looks back to Nixon*
[23-23:13] 7d799, *Agent Nixon: *Turns her head to Lintilla, it dipping slightly to the side as she removes from her suit coat a small rubber ball with red, white and blue colours on it. With a squeeze she glances down to it, then bounces it off the floor of the cell before catching it again in mid-air*
[23-23:18] 438a5, *Dr. Lintilla : *she quirks a brow at Nixon before she finally sits up, the shirt clinging to her chest due to the blood which, though some of it has dried, some of it is still very much wet. Placing her bare feet on the floor, her hands in her lap, she looks between the two*
[23-23:21] abbc8, ºAgent Muller : *Agent Muller suddenly puts his hand to his earpiece, looking down and away from Lintilla as he listens to what is being fed to him..*
[23-23:22] 7d799, *Agent Nixon: *At the same moment as Agent Muller, Nixion reaches up to her won earpiece, her eyes staring downa t Lintilla as she hers the comm.*
[23-23:25] 438a5, *Dr. Lintilla : *she watches the two carefully, wondering if perhaps they were recieving a new mission, and though she was grateful for the silence of the room, did not like the company*
[23-23:35] abbc8, ºAgent Muller : *Agent Muller looks up again, his hand slowly moving back to his side as he looks back at Nixon, a look of apparent disbelief on his face as he looks to his fellow Agent for a moment.. and then turns to Lintilla* Doctor, you have been released from Agency custody..
[23-23:36] 7d799, *Agent Nixon: *Peers back at Muller in the same sort of disbelief, though remembering herself she turns quickly on her heel, her shoes clacking as she steps forward, exiting the cell and walking down the corridor to another room, where she collects various objects off a shelf, and palces them on a human-dolly of sorts that stands vertical with two wheels, a backplate, handle bars and various straps of different sizes*
[23-23:37] 438a5, *Dr. Lintilla : *she blinks slowly* Very amusing. Your sense of humor still needs alot of work, Agent Muller, I would see Dr. Bancroft about that immediately
[23-23:39] abbc8, ºAgent Muller : Unfortunately for us, Doctor, it is no joke.. *Muller keeps his eyes on her, obvious anger in his voice..*
[23-23:40] 7d799, *Agent Nixon: *Placing the last of the items on the human dolly, she opens the door again, wheeling it out of the room and down the corridor. The slight squeak of the wheel and her footsteps echo in the hall as she approaches the cage, and re-enters. With her, the dolly comes aswell- the other instruments now becoming apparent. At the bottom foot plates, a pair of handcuffs and leg shackles sit, to be used in conunction with the soft straps of the dolly*
[23-23:45] 438a5, *Dr. Lintilla : *her brow furrows...this didn't make sense.* Why?
[23-23:49] abbc8, ºAgent Muller : If I knew, Doctor, I would tell you.. *He looks back at Nixon wheeling the dolly in..*
[23-23:52] 7d799, *Agent Nixon: *Letting Agent Muller handle the explanation aspect of the event, she bends down and picks up the two restraints, loosening the straps aswell* Doctor Lintilla... be so kind as to stand, turn around to face the wall and spread your legs shoulder width apart. *Though formed in a question, her tone is deep and commanding as usual, though volume soft*
[24-00:32] 438a5, *Dr. Lintilla : *her eyes narrow at them* You must have been given a reason. Please enlighten me
[24-00:33] abbc8, ºAgent Muller : Administration does not have to give us reasons. We merely carry out orders. I do not understand it either.. *Muller nods to Nixon*
[24-00:38] 438a5, *Dr. Lintilla : *and she complies with Nixon, except for the turning around part. Placing her hands on her head, her look is one that clearly says "this will have to do". Her eyes the move back to Muller* I don't believe that.
[24-00:39] 7d799, *Agent Nixon: *Hands the leg shackles, waist chain and wrist irons to Agent Muller as she turns to take her position behind the dolly*
[24-00:42] abbc8, ºAgent Muller : I really don't care what you believe, Doctor. You yourself know that Administration is not always forthcoming with classified information. *Muller looks to Nixon as the chains are handed to him.. he takes them and steps toward Lintilla*.. we are to escort you to the dropoff point. Turn around. *Muller stands in front of her, eyeing her from behidn his sunglasses*
[24-00:43] 7d799, *Agent Nixon: *Holds the dolly tightly, bracing her body against it as she eyes the two warily*
[24-00:46] 438a5, *Dr. Lintilla : *she watches Muller for several moments before she slowly turns her back to him, bracing herself, having a feeling this would be her last concious moment. For her crimes she knew she should have been hanged, or worse. Even though she saw reason in them, this did not mean others did. Her being set free however did not make any sense*
[24-00:49] abbc8, ºAgent Muller : *Lintilla would be relieved to feel Muller merely take her wrists and lock them into the irons behind her. Muller motions for Nixon to come foward as he crouches down and puts the shackles around her ankles. THe chains from the shackles are rather heavy, and thouigh the chaine is on the ground, she would still feel the weight tugging at her legs and pressing into her feet*
[24-00:51] 7d799, *Agent Nixon: *Moves the dolly slowly forward at Muller's gesture, looking to the waist chain that connects the wrists and the ankle chains together. Reaching down her hands move away the straps to allow for Dr. Lintilla to be palced upon the cart*
[24-00:52] 438a5, *Dr. Lintilla : *she tries to contain her surprise as much as possible. Her mind was working at near light speed trying to figure out what the fuck was going on. Her body would be incredably compliant and move as they guide it*
[24-01:02] abbc8, ºAgent Muller : *Agent Muller would clamp the heavy wrist-chains around the back of the dolly once Lintilla steps onto the dolly, attaching the chains to the wrist irons and securing it tightly , literally no slack on the chain, should she try to struggle*
[24-01:03] 7d799, *Agent Nixon: *Holds the dolly steadily, watching as Muller chains Lintilla, her eyes floating to the strong straps that hang at the ready to further secure The Doctor*
[24-01:06] 438a5, *Dr. Lintilla : *she watches them, her eyes drifting over her restraints for a moment, her jaw set* Am I being reinstated?
[24-01:06] abbc8, ºAgent Muller : *Muller steps away from the dolly so Nixon may set the straps*
[24-01:08] abbc8, ºAgent Muller : We don't know, Doctor.. we were just ordered to take you to a dropoff point. *Muller looks to Nixon*
[24-01:09] 438a5, *Dr. Lintilla : Doesn't this strike you are odder then usual, Agent Muller?
[24-01:09] 7d799, *Agent Nixon: *Steps forward, her hands swiftly moving over the straps, pulling them tightly around sections of The Good Doctor's arms, waist, thighs, knees and shins. Standing up after her gradual descent she pulls a large strap across the forhead of the doctor, and then another across her chin, effectively allowing her to speak, but not to bite down or move*
[24-01:10] abbc8, ºAgent Muller : We have gone over this, Doctor.. *His tone is getting increasingly irritated..*
[24-01:10] 438a5, *Dr. Lintilla : *having her head restrained as well, she finally releases a small sigh, and closes her eyes, almost as irritated as Muller* What of the remaining Strangers?
[24-01:12] 7d799, *Agent Nixon: *Stepping back into place at the handle of the dolly, she wraps her hands tightly around it and pulls down, setting the doctor and dolly diagonally. She looks to Agent Muller, awaiting his word*
[24-01:13] abbc8, ºAgent Muller : The orders did not include them. THey neednt concern you. *Muller motions to Nixon to follow him, as he begins to walk out of the cage*
[24-01:13] 7d799, *Agent Nixon: *Turns the Dolly around to the door and follows Muller through it. Again the wheels squeak fills the corrider as they proceed*
[24-01:19] 438a5, *Dr. Lintilla : *her left eye twitches for a moment at the squeaking* What of Murdoch?
[24-01:23] abbc8, ºAgent Muller : *Muller does not answer, instead continuing foward on a path that eventually leads them to the outside of the building. Muller begins to walk up, on a path that will eventually lead them to 14th street Union Square*
[24-01:24] 7d799, *Agent Nixon: *Follows behind muller, pushing somewhat more quickly to match pace.*
[24-01:25] 438a5, *Dr. Lintilla : *she grits her teeth as he doesn't respond* And just what exactly am I suppose to do? Or will you let me know as it comes to you? *this last question is said almost mockingly*
[24-01:26] abbc8, ºAgent Muller : Our orders are to escort you and drop you off. Beyond that, we know nothing, Doctor.. *Muller continues walking, eventually they reach Union Square. No one seems to think it strange that two identically dressed people aer wheeling someone around in a human dolly..*
[24-01:26] 7d799, *Agent Nixon: *Walking steadily she flips a small toggle on the handle, releasing a lock to press the metal of the wheel hubcap, and stop the dolly. However, this time the dolly continues moving as she uses some of her strength to do so, sending a horrifying creak of metal scraping against metal throught he corridor*
[24-01:28] abbc8, ºAgent Muller : ((We're not indoors anymore))
[24-01:28] 438a5, *Dr. Lintilla : *her eye again twitches at the sound of the scrapping metal*
[24-01:29] 7d799, *Agent Nixon: ((I know, jsut saw))
[24-01:31] abbc8, ºAgent Muller : *Muller leads them into Union Square, the sound of kids playing in a municiple playground that Muller appears to be walking toward..*
[24-01:32] 438a5, *Dr. Lintilla : *she takes in her surrounding as much as she can*
[24-01:33] 7d799, *Agent Nixon: *The sounds of the children get progressively louder as they move on. Off i the distance the noises of downtown core life echo, from the clang of garbage trucks to the scream of sirens*
[24-01:40] abbc8, ºAgent Muller : *Muller stops just in front of the playground entrance. A stream of Police vehicles screams past Union Square, sirensblaring and momentarily drowning out the by now very loud sound of the children in the playground. Muller looks to Nixon, clasping his hands behind his back and turning to face the two women* .. we are here. *Suddenly, the kids come pouring out of the playground, running foward and moving around Muller like water around a boulder stuck in the bedrock of a river, all straight toward Lintilla. The kids all seem transfixed on Lintilla, shouting a thousand questions at once.. "Is that real blood!?"--"Wow, you must be famous if you have secret Agents with you!"--"I want your costume! WHere di you get it!?" ect.. the kids would flock around Lintilla, completely surrounding her and tugging at her clothes, pushing the dolly around as they look up at her with their curiosity filled, innocent eyes..*
[24-01:43] 7d799, *Agent Nixon: *The edges of her lips could seem to tug upwards as she gazed down at the children surrounding Lintilla as if Buzzards circling a new prey. Silently, she leans down and lets the dollar descend to lie on the ground horizontally, letting it go then standing up and picking her way through the thinkening, and equally sickening crowd of youngsters- some noses running, some grubby with playground dirt.*
[24-01:48] 438a5, *Dr. Lintilla : *and she clentches her teeth, her muscles tensing as she tests against her restraints, feeling their fingers like insects over her flesh, through her blood soaked clothing, her left eye twitching for a moment before she tries to relax. As she is laid down her eyes slowly creep up towards Nixon, her eyes glarring daggers before shifting back to each of the children, memorizing each of their little dirt covered faces. She wanted to kill them. She wanted to do more then kill them. She swallows hard and in an instant she has a happy face on, like slipping in a mask* Children, children! I will tell you everything if you stand me back up again
[24-01:51] 7d799, *Agent Nixon: *Nods to Muller as she starts to walk away from Lintilla, her mind imagining the reaction with a sort of smugness for a moment. The restraints would no give, having been made of some strong metal alloy, and designed specifically to prevent movement*
[24-01:52] abbc8, ºAgent Muller : *The kids don't seem to hear her, in fact their screaming gets even more confused and their tugging and touching her gets more and mroe aggresive.. the kids begin to climb onto her, apparentally using her as a toy more than treating her as a person.. Muller looks to Nixon, indeed even he hasa look of satisfaction on his normally very stoic face.. he nods his head in one direction, and starts to walk in that direction, expecting Nixon to be at his side as he walks*
[24-01:54] 7d799, *Agent Nixon: *Walks at his side, her stride even in pace with his. In the background she can hear a children in excited antics as tehy explore the Doctor*
[24-01:55] 438a5, *Dr. Lintilla : *she clentches her teeth again, her jaw setting as she is ignored, and as they climb on her she for a moment thinks maybe this isn't real. it is just a simulation. The system wouldn't really set her free. But simulation or not, it felt real and hearing their squeals, and stupid words, their lisps, feeling their dirty hands, she wanted to slaughter every one of those little bastards. Feels several of the little girls begins to braid knots into her hair*
[24-01:59] abbc8, ºAgent Muller : *Muller walks to the sidewalk just outside the park, and begins to walk around it.. he takes a nice, slow pace, acting as if he was admiring the buildings around them.. he stops several times to look at the flowers on the edge of the park, and even stops once to buy a coffee, which he takes his time deciding whether or not he wants..*
[24-02:00] 438a5, *Dr. Lintilla : *go ahead...smells the flowers, enjoy your cup of coffee. As soon as she gets out of this, she's going to make Phalanx look like the poster child for sanity*
[24-02:01] 7d799, *Agent Nixon: *As she walks beside Muller she gazes at the world around her, watching always as he seems to be 'enjoying himself'. Silently she picks up a newspaper as he decides what coffee to order*
[24-02:06] abbc8, ºAgent Muller : *Agent Muller slowly stirs sugar into his coffee, watching Nixon select her coffee and newspaper..*
[24-02:08] 7d799, *Agent Nixon: *Selects the Wall Street Journal and The New York Times, flipping through them for a moment to the Sunday New York Times Magazine, and the weekend review*
[24-02:09] 438a5, *Dr. Lintilla : *completely helpless she is at the whims of 6 year olds, her teeth almost to the breaking point they are clentched so tightly. She closes her eyes and tries to drift as far away from them as possible but to no avail.*
[24-02:10] 7d799, *Agent Nixon: *Wonders almost absent mindedly is Lintilla will call out for assistance, their help so close. WIth a start, she drops the paper and turns to Muller- glancing at him questioningly as she turns to face the park*
[24-02:11] abbc8, ºAgent Muller : *Muller resumes the slow walk, as the children begin to jump up and down on Lintilla in an apparent dance or game of some sort..*
[24-02:13] 438a5, *Dr. Lintilla : *she swallows hard against a wave of nusea at having the attention of so many little infectious creatures. Like rats except worse because these rats could talk and question, and that was all they could do. Useless, every last one of them. Where the fuck were their parents?!*
[24-02:14] 7d799, *Agent Nixon: *Walking beside Muller they head back for Lintilla, the pace normal now and not as relaxed as they approach the park again, and the screaming mass of children that more resembles an ant hill in crisis than a gathering of children*
[24-02:17] abbc8, ºAgent Muller : *Muller takes a sip of his coffee, as they walk back to Lintilla, they reach her rather quickly.. If Lintilla looked, she would see Muller standing just on the edges of her field of vision, his face having returned to its normal passive expression..*
[24-02:19] 438a5, *Dr. Lintilla : *she does indeed catch sight of Muller, having seen two larger figure head her way and for a moment thought perhaps it was some parents coming to collect their insects. Her jaw relaxes again, her hair now a large mass of knots and shitty braids*
[24-02:21] 7d799, *Agent Nixon: *Nixon finds her way across the crowd, almost directly to the left of Lintilla, standing at her shoulders. Turning she calmly greets adults gathered and explains something to them* There is no need for you to be concerned, about yourselves or your children. This is a valuable learning experiance for them, to see something one rarely does. *Nodding, they turn and walk away, some remaining to watch whilst only two parents remove a single child from the melee. TUrning back to Lintilla she kneels down, her face becoming relaxed though still cold as she peers down at Lintilla* I suppose Doctor, your freedom is but smoke in the wind. Wouldn't you say, Agent Muller? *Her tone is almost sarcastic, though still somewhat mechanical and quiet*
[24-02:24] abbc8, ºAgent Muller : Indeed. You should have cooperated, Doctor.. *Muller looks to the children.. yelling to be heard over their cries*.. who wants to see a magic trick!? *The kids all take notice to that.. they start to cheer and those that are on Lintilla, hop off of her..*
[24-02:26] 438a5, *Dr. Lintilla : *her eyes roll into the back of her head for just the briefest moment before she closes her eyes over the whites.*
[24-02:27] 7d799, *Agent Nixon: *Flashes a hollow, cold smile as she turns to look at Muller preforming a magick trick for all the little children* Oh, a magic trick? *Peers down at Lintilla through her glasses* Let us watch. *Reaches down smoothly and digs her fingernails down, pulling up ather eyelids in an attempt to pry them open*
[24-02:28] abbc8, ºAgent Muller : Everyone watch my friend, please.. *The kids keep chattering, a few of them still tugging and touchign Lintilla as Nixon tries to pry her eyes open*
[24-02:29] 438a5, *Dr. Lintilla : *and as one eyelid is pried open, her pupils snaps towards Nixon, her pupils a bright goldish sort of color.*
[24-02:30] abbc8, ºAgent Muller : *Muller turns his back to the scene, apparentally uninterested as he takes another sip of his coffee..*
[24-02:35] 7d799, *Agent Nixon: *With a nod and another cold smile to the children, she drags her fingers and fingernails roughly up Lintilla's forehead, grating the skin harshly before settling somewhere above her eyes in the center of her forehead. From there, she whispers* Children, no come close and see.. I think I'll need a volunteer. *Scans the crowd of little faces*
[24-02:39] 438a5, *Dr. Lintilla : *she closes her eyes again, taking several quick breaths*
[24-02:39] 7d799, *Agent Nixon: *Selecting one of the grubbiest, direst and most foul children among the throng of little infidels, Nixion draws it forward, bringing its hand to where her hand is upon Lintilla's head. For a moment, everything goes almsot silent in the park. Pressing down into Lintilla, Nixion sticks her fingers along with those of the child lightly through her skull, not far enough to touch brain matter, yet. At the same moment, all around, the world seems to move again as a car alarm across the street blares loudly, and the children scream with utter fear, excitement and joy at this devlish 'magic'*
[24-02:44] abbc8, ºAgent Muller : *Agent Muller takes another sip of his coffee as a garbage truck stops across the street, its old, worn gears creaking loudly as garbage is packed into this container.. Muller turns around again, the children apparentally shocked and a mazed as they all simultaneously make sounds of amazement.. "Oh my God!" "Ohhh!!" "Awesome!" ect..*
[24-02:45] 438a5, *Dr. Lintilla : *her eyelids flicker slightly and she swallows hard again. Her jaw sets roughly as she feels everything, but doesn't allow herself to register it completely. It was not the first time she was thankful she was a program.*
[24-02:47] abbc8, ºAgent Muller : Who programmed the rooms, Doctor.. *Muller takes another sip of his coffee*
[24-02:50] 7d799, *Agent Nixon: *Lets her fingers pioke down with this child, and run them lightly across her brain for a moment. REmoving her hand, Nixon places the child back in the crowd, and pulls forward three more, directing them down to her side, thigh and stomach- moving each childs hand into her similarily to how she did so with the last. However, this time she removes her hands, and lets the children leave them there, toyi ngand playing her her insides. One prods in her stomach, though lightly as another pokes at her rib cage. The last is content to press her figner outwards, and make the skin bulge up from underneath. Nixon monitors their movement to ensure they don't kill her, but otherwise remains silent.*
[24-02:52] 438a5, *Dr. Lintilla : *she grits her teeth again, grinding them together, hearing Muller's question just above the sound of the children. Her breathing becomes slightly more erratic from a moment before she relaxes and then tenses again as the new hands slip under her skin...when she said children got under her skin she never anticipated it would be a literal thing. Her neck strains as she again tries to move in her restraints but makes no sound, other then a soft grunt every now and then, more from discomfort then anything else though.*
[24-02:53] abbc8, ºAgent Muller : Who helped you, Doctor.. *Mullers tone is even, calm.. he takes another sip of his coffee, reaching into his suit coat with his other hand and pulling out a small metal case*
[24-02:55] 7d799, *Agent Nixon: *The other children seem to get very enthused, crowding around and poking at her external body in every way shape and form. Children prod at her lips, her legs- everywhere on her body, though avoiding the inner areas as the three chldren inside continue to play. Standing up and wiping her hands slightly, she notices a much younger child near the back, who seems to be crying. Mixon makes her way backwardsa sthe children swarm forward, picks the child up and returns- looking a tthe crying mess of a thing as she places it on Lintilla's chest, legs kicking, tears flowing and vocals high.*
[24-02:58] 438a5, *Dr. Lintilla : *she would again close her eyes, trying to let herself get as far from this place as possible. She doesn't even notice the addition of a child on her chest as she was already so far in her own personal Hell they could have started to cut off limbs and she probably wouldn't have noticed. She draws in a sharp hissing breath before swallowing it back.* No one
[24-03:01] 7d799, *Agent Nixon: *The children continue unabated and unawares of her comment*
[24-03:03] abbc8, ºAgent Muller : Hmm.. *Muller sets his coffee on the ground as he removes a syringe from the metal case. Muller crouches beside Lintilla.. teh syringe is filled with adrenaline mixed with sodium pentothal. Muller sticks the syringe into one of her major arteries, slipping the drugs into her bloodstream. Even as a program, Lintilla would find it extremely difficult to take her mind away from what's going on around her, forcing her to hyperfocus on her surroundings so she is totally aware of everything going on .. the world would als ostart to take on a very surreal feel..*
[24-03:06] 7d799, *Agent Nixon: *The children begin to even more roughly pull and tug at her, some becoming so violent as to rip away a section of her shirts left shoulder, down her side. Hair is tugged heavily and what would be painfully as they grow more agressive. In the thick of the melee, the child on her chest cries out, the baby that he is, what he is crying about begins to make itself apparent on his pants, and trickling down the Doctors chest. At once, all children start to turn and laugh at the kid, who only cries and wets himself more so.*
[24-03:07] abbc8, ºAgent Muller : Who helped you make the rooms, DOctor.. Who helped you program the rooms.. who helped you program them.. *Muller repeats the question several different ways in very rapid succession.. he seemed to be talking much faster than nromal*
[24-03:11] 438a5, *Dr. Lintilla : *as the needle slips into her and she feels the rush of adrenaline, her senses are immediately overwhelemed, everything becoming sharper, all the more filthy and she actually begins to struggle harder now. though before when her muscles had tensed that is all she did. Now she is fighting against the restraints, knowing they wouldn't budge but that doesn't matter to her* Infectious, pathetic tool! *her shoulder lurch forward though her arms remain in place resulting in the inevitable dislocation of her arms, her eyes blazing with anger, and a little bit of sickness but anger above and beyond everything else. The hands of the children inside her, messing with her organs would no doubt begins to damage her, or rather she is damaging herself as she struggles, half hoping to die, half hoping to scare off these disgusting bitches.*
[24-03:13] 7d799, *Agent Nixon: *As Lintilla struggles, Nixon pulls the children in her away, and the gaps close again. The other children now somewhat frantic again, biting, prodding, poking, licking, jumping, hitting, all over her body. Reaches down to the children, then stares at the ground for a moment, looking up to them coldy* Children...you know what always looks like some much fun? *Some children turn to peer at her* Bugs.. *They all gasp and cringe, Nixon shaking her head in response* Ever wonder what ticks look like on people? *Reaching down nixon picks up a tick that lies on the ground, showing it in her palm to the children around her, then dropping it promptly on Lintilla* Fun as you say, isn't it kids?
[24-03:14] abbc8, ºAgent Muller : *Muller grabs Lintillas shoulders, holding her very firmly still as his questions get even faster and faster..* Who helped you? Who helped you? Who helped you? WHo helped you? WHo helped you? WHo helped you? Who helped you?.. *He repeats it, over and over and over.. in a seemingly endless stream as Nixon entertains the children, who are apparentally ignoring Mullers incessant questionning*
[24-03:18] 438a5, *Dr. Lintilla : *she continues to struggle, to a point of frenzy now, and perhaps to a small extent, insanity, wrenching herself about as much as she can in his grasp, her eyes darting from one end of her sight to the other, her teeth grinding again, her breathing again frantic* No one he's dead! Find out when you become just like him! Ask the Architect!
[24-03:18] 7d799, *Agent Nixon: *Some children on the fringes down down and begin picking up ticks, as down soem close to Lintilla. If not picking up ticks, and palcing them on her, where they promptly begin to deef... a touch faster than normal, they are up to all manner of annoyance, even some getting into chanting with Agent Muller the 'Who Helped you". Slowly it progresses through the crowd of the children, still bsuy at their tasks, until every head is whispering a question, every word is calling for her downfall from a strong chorus of little kiddie voices*
[24-03:19] abbc8, ºAgent Muller : *This answer was unsatisfactory, Muller continues his chant.. the children now joining in* "Who helped you? Who helped you? Who helped you? Who helped you? Who helped you? Who helped you? ...
[24-03:21] 7d799, *Agent Nixon: *The Pace of the chant grows ever faster, ever louder as the children go about their menial tasks*
[24-03:24] 438a5, *Dr. Lintilla : *the chant becomes like a heavy bass in her head, except the words are clearly understood and annunciated, even the kids with the lisps. She closes her eyes and swallowing hard opens them again, her pupils almost impossible to find as she feels the ticks dig into her skin and for a moment, not even a second she is reminded how tick like the Agents are. She never stops moving against Muller though.* Damn it! I told you!
[24-03:25] abbc8, ºAgent Muller : *Muller ceases chanting, the children continuing at an everfaster pace..* Did you remember to stick the trees into the cabinet, Dr. Lintilla? *He asks this quite seriously, in her drugged state there was no telling how she would recieve the question*..*
[24-03:28] 7d799, *Agent Nixon: *The children all around them continue with an almost rollercoaster pace, going faster and slower at the whim of the crowd as they continue to chant, all number of ticks having been dropped on Lintilla by this time. One by one them grow larger and larger, much faster than one would normally see. The children have retruned to their poking and pordding of her, one even licking her face, as the boy on her chest decides that rubbing the wetness beneath him on her is comical.* Tap[estries and grapes make for excellent bedfellows, Lintilla. *She looks down to her gravely, her tone cutitng and severe as a child near Lintilla's leg hit at a fully grown tick, exploding some still warm blood in the air*
[24-03:33] 438a5, *Dr. Lintilla : *the question strikes her as odd even in a drugged state and her brow furrows as her eyes begin to drift down shifting back and forth over children, to ticks, to her own blood. her left eye twitches more noticeably now before they shoot up towards the sky and she feels a scream rise within her but she'd be damned if she was going to give them that satisfaction. She closes her eyes again, her breathing erratic and a soft whimper escapes her throat before something amazing dawns on her...she couldn't give them the answers they wanted...she never would be able to. And in a moment of insane clerity she begins to laugh, not the sort of amused laugh one has amongst friends but the sort of startled laugh one might have when watching a scary movie and then some comic relief steps in. Her pupils grow large again quickly before unfocusing again as she still struggles against him. It all made sense now. At least to her it did*
[24-03:35] abbc8, ºAgent Muller : *The children continue their chants as Muller looks to Nixon..* I spread the peanut butter onto the caution tape like you asked, but sadly this giraffe doesn't look like she wants to swim in the ppol eh? *A smirk tugs at teh edges of his lips*
[24-03:39] 7d799, *Agent Nixon: *Again the struggling intensifies as the children pull and tear at her clothes, giggling, screaming masses atop her. Looking to Muller seriously and an almost scolding expression, despite a small twitch at the side of her mouth* Snow, the peanut butter couldn't compare to refried cd's and a whip full of Canadian's. Girrafe is jerky with white. *One child falls, cutting his face somewhat badly he lets out a peel of laughter and giggles. Stumbling forward her rubs his damaged face against lintillas, leaving blood, and letting droplets fleck her mouth*
[24-03:39] 438a5, *Dr. Lintilla : *her eyes drift down again and over the tops of their heads. Her breath soft, her words even softer* Like a zoo...*she swallows hard again, her struggling stopping for a moment as it seems she is either resting or giving up* Damn you, TC.
[24-03:43] abbc8, ºAgent Muller : *Muller shakes his head* Yes yes yes, but you can still pull a bowling ball through a wire. WOuldn't you include a rest room in that cloud, fine and dandy? *Muller looks back down at Lintilla, raising an eyebrow at her as if he expected her to answer seriously.. Muller notes "TC" in his memory banks, making a note to check it out later..*
[24-03:44] 7d799, *Agent Nixon: *The children suddenly becoming a loud chorus agian the child at her face even more so as it presses it's bleeding self against her, letting blood drop in her mouth but joining the chants, whsipering almsot devilishly into her ear* Who helped you? Who Helped you, doctor? Who helped you? *Turning to address agent muller she speaks to him* Agent Umbrella Pants, no I would install and outboard motor to the pidgeon and ride to safety.
[24-03:48] 438a5, *Dr. Lintilla : *her brow furrows again as she feels something drag across her face and realizing its a child seems to remind her, Oh yeah! and then as she tastes the blood in her mouth she finally releases a scream, not really high pitched or even very loud but it is one none the less, and she begins to struggle again, the pain of existing at this moment as unbareable as the hands of her torments.* I don't understand! WHY? Why can't I do back to the way it was! TC said it was flawless, No one would know!
[24-03:51] abbc8, ºAgent Muller : *Muller looks back down at Lintilla..* .. what was that, DOctor? You're talking nonsense.. *Muller looks back to Nixon, the children continuing their chant in an eery background..*.. this one's gone and jumped the water table, eh? I don't know if they cangrab the molasses hard enough.
[24-03:53] 7d799, *Agent Nixon: *The child immediately cups his bleeding face over her mouth, it unable to clamp down and bite it, just letting the blood flow into her as it whispers down her throat hoarsely, giggling with an intensity* Who helped you? Who helped you? *Nixon looks to Muller, nodding slightly as she glances down* No, she makes none at all- staying so far from the truth. We must simply ask again, in case the cock fouls the derby water table.
[24-03:55] 7d799, *Agent Nixon: *Noticing the ticks on her body have all but matured, and are beginning to drop off, Nixon moves over, taking a couple before returning to lintilla's head. The bleeding child still frolicks there, her face having been covered in blood by this time. SIlently Nixon drops a few ticks into Lintilla's mouth, then presses up on her jaw, forcing her teeth to close on the swollen masses of bug and blood*
[24-03:58] 438a5, *Dr. Lintilla : *her eyes snap to Muller instantly and then as the child slips his mouth over hers and bleeds into her the taste intense as she swallows hard, his filthy metallic blood sliding down her throat and into her no doubt ruptured stomach. She gags and chokes and then as Nixon places teh ticks in her mouth she begins to choke even harder, her breathing more erratic her eyes moving so fast nothing registers anymore. As again a grotesque taste slips into her mouth she finally thrusts her tongue out and bites down on it hard, cutting into her tongue. She repeats this process several times in an attempt to either A: cut off her own tongue B: just get some fluid down her throat to help her stop choking or C: to force herself to choke even harder and die*
[24-04:02] 7d799, *Agent Nixon: *Lets her bite down on her tongue for a moment more, before holding her chin in place to prevent her chewing it off. Children are bursting the ticks all over her, playing in her blood,and some of their own as they climb over her, a mound of runny noses, leaky diapers and blood. The child at her head simply lies down beside her, all nestled and curled up as if she was a blanket or a stuffed animal. In the most innocent and pathetic tones, it begins to ask her again, and again- cycling through giggling, and pleading very slowly* Who helped you? Who helped you? *The child continues to repeat it, nestling against her head*
[24-04:03] abbc8, ºAgent Muller : Well, we must say this hasn't been the worst camel ride I've ever shot a catapult at.. *Muller keeps his hands on her shoulders, holding her absolutely still..*
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To Be Continued |
| Part 2 |
Agent Muller
7:46am, June 25, 2004
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[Delete] | [24-23:13] 438a5, *Dr. Lintilla : *as her jaw is siezed by Nixon, her upper body now completely restrained by Muller, her mouth quickly pools with the blood from her own half severed tongue. She allows it to pool into the back of her mouth before she inhales quickly, sucking back her tongue along with her blood to try and choke herself. Her pupils are mere pinpricks in the bring gold of her eyes, which still dark from side to side even as she tried to choke herself on her own tongue*
[24-23:15] e3f43, *Agent Nixon : *Rolling her eyes ever so slightly behind her sunglasses, a sshe narrows them, Nixon reaches down and tighetherns the chin strap so that she may not close her mouth entirely. FInishing that, she reaches into Lintilla's mouth to hold her tongue forward*
[24-23:17] abbc8, ºAgent Muller : Now, now, Litilla.. *Muller mispronounces it purposely*.. you never could sign your hair away by sailing away on a hell kit.. wouldn't you agree? *Muller looks at Nixon, one of his eyebrows raised questionningly..*
[24-23:20] 438a5, *Dr. Lintilla : *as Nixon would sieze her tongue she begins to wriggle that she can around, in an attempt to go ahead and tear the bastard off. She could have bared the children. She could have bared the internal probbing. But the drugs she could not take. Her senses were beyond her control, so such a frenzied point she no longer cared if she lived or died. As Muller speaks, she begins to think maybe she's fianlly cracked. Was she really hearing what she thought? Not that it mattered now. She coughs and gasps for a bit of air unconciously. Of course, as a program she did not need air to breath, but again she was not exactly in her right mind at the moment, so this fact did not readily occur to her. Bleeding to death however, was very possible.*
[24-23:23] e3f43, *Agent Nixon : *Looks seriously to Agent Muller, nodding slightly* Can't sign hair away by sailing on a hell kit. *Looks back down to Lintilla, and the child laying beside her. He nestles up to her ear, his warm breath slowly pulsing over her neck and ears as he whispers in a child-like tone to her for information. Without notice, the children no longer ask her "Who helped you" but instead, start repeating her name in no particular pace. Each child repeating it in different tones, at different times, the sound is akin only to many voices speaking at once- almost indiscernably. As the voices begin, so do the rough, individual attacks against lintilla. Below her, a child bites her leg, trying to rip off flesh- appearing almsot possessed but nonetheless pathetically 'cute'*
[24-23:27] 438a5, *Dr. Lintilla : *it doesn't take the pain long to register, the injection having kicked up her senses far beyond her control, her eyes shifting down quickly to look at them, each face like a hot iron branding itself into her brain. If she did not die she would find them. Everyone of these little bastards. Of course a rational mind by now would have realized that these were not ordinary children, but rationality had left her mind quite some time ago. Her own name now becomes like a grotesque nursery rhyme in her ears.*
[24-23:28] abbc8, ºAgent Muller : *Muller slowly brings his head down, until eventually his chin is against her hair, probably the first time they've had physical contact beyond a handshake.. Lintilla woul note, especially with the drugs forcing her to hyperfocus, that Muller smells like old leather and aftershave..* .. you should have cooperated, Doctor.. *He talks low into her ear, his mouth close enough to her that she would even feel the heat of his breath against her skin*
[24-23:32] e3f43, *Agent Nixon : *Smoothly she removes her fingers from Lintilla's mouth, running them down her neck to her handlebars, before gripping them both tightly and rasing the human dolly to a vertical, standing up position. With a nod to Agent Muller, she pushes the dolly forward- towards the playground equipment as the children run and mill about- some running into Lintilla and Nixon every so often as they play*
[24-23:36] 438a5, *Dr. Lintilla : *her eyes drift over to Muller, the whites streaked with bright red veins about to explode, her body shaking now, though not from fear exactly, more from severe nerve damage and the threat of what humans would call, shock. Her eyes twitch slightly as well. Her nostrils flare slightly taking in his scent, her eyes narrowing again. Once her tongue is released, noting that it is still whole she coughs and blood sputters before she swallows hard. As she is lifted, the blood rushes and her eyes roll into the back of her head for a moment before rolling forward. She coughs again, again sputtering blood.*
[24-23:45] abbc8, ºAgent Muller : *Muller walks beside Lintilla's rolling dolly, eyeing her curiously as he clasps his hands behind his back*.. DOctor, you are bleeding.. *His hand comes to his earpiece*
[24-23:46] e3f43, *Agent Nixon: *Pushes the dolly to just infront of a set of swings, then lets it rest vertically. She loosens her grip but does not let go as Agent Muller comms*
[24-23:47] 438a5, *Dr. Lintilla : *she coughs again, the pool before slipping from her mouth. She tries to talk though it is really difficult as A: her tongue was nearly cut off and B: her jaw is still restrained* Yhoo thhink ho? *is is asked with a genuinely inquisitive tone.*
[24-23:49] e3f43, *Agent Nixon: *Finishes Agent Muller's train of thought, answering Lintilla* Yes. We do. *Her tone is once again cold and metallic, a tinge of a vile playfulness running through it as she glances to Muller*
[24-23:55] abbc8, ºAgent Muller : We should get you medical attention.. *And as soon as he says it, sirens can be heard starting in the distance.. Mullers hand slowly comes back to his side, as he looks to Lintilla again*
[24-23:58] 438a5, *Dr. Lintilla : Whhy? *again there is a hint of genuine question. again she coughs, blood splattering from her mouth again, her tongue flopping as she tried to talk in the pool like a strange wounded snake. Her eyes roll up and she looks up at the sky. Her thoughts were as random as Muller's and Nixon's pervious conversationing. Her head reels slightly as she looses more and more blood. She wanted it to be over more then she had ever wanted anything before in her existance. She knew it wouldn't be though. Just because she was on the verge of a total break down meant she was dellusional*
[25-00:02] e3f43, *Agent Nixon : *A moment later Nixon turns her head to see a full ambulance bus driving right up to them- carefully avoiding the little children running around. Two paramedics rush out a moment later, carrying full packs as they make their way over. WIthin a couple of minutes, a saline iv is hooked up to Lintilla, oxygen pumping into her lungs and various bandaging of her wounds taking place. The second paramedic, a older man, removes from his pack a vile of coagulant, taking a needle and infecting it into the iv to slow the rate of bleeding in her body. Having completed the bandaging, the first emt head back to his truck to get something.*
[25-00:03] abbc8, ºAgent Muller : Don't worry Doctor.. *Muller watches the EMT workers do their jobs..*.. we will soon have you healed.
[25-00:05] 438a5, *Dr. Lintilla : *she watches the paramedics closely, watching everything they do with a horrified facination. They were treating her like a human. But she wasn;t human* Rhing ahround thhe rohses *this is said softly of course, swallowing hard as the various tastes of the drugs slip up into her mouth*
[25-00:13] 438a5, *Dr. Lintilla : *she would do as prompted, her eyes having calmed down a little, her eye lids heavy.*
[25-00:15] e3f43, *Agent Nixon : *As quickly as it began, it's over, the Emt's nodding slightly to Nixon as she backs away from the dolly. The first EMT takes the handle bars and starts wheeling it over to a swing, whislt the second and Agent Nixon follow. After reaching the swing, the two emt's remove the oxygen and then saliene, give her another shot of S.P like before and lift the dolly, hanging it on the swing suspended in the air*
[25-00:15] abbc8, ºAgent Muller : Are you all right, DOctor? *Muller looks up at Lintilla again, his tone flat and monotonous as usual, despite his apparent concern for her well being*
[25-00:18] 438a5, *Dr. Lintilla : *her eyelids still heavy, she chuckles softly. If she heard his question she doesn't acknowledge it with an answer. And so it would begin again. Oh well...maybe it wouldn't be so bad this time around. Wait...scratch that. Her blood was clotting which meant if she was going to die she would have to find another way to do it*
[25-00:20] e3f43, *Agent Nixon : *The swarm of children surround the outside of the swingset, but come no closer as some taunt and tease her up on the swing. Walking closer to Lintilla, she looks up at her, before walking around her side and pushing her a toch on the swing towards Agent Muller*
[25-00:21] abbc8, *Dr. Alfred Bancroft : *Out of Lintilla's view, the tall, gaunt figure of Dr. Alfred Bancroft enters Union Square, wheeling what looks like an ices cart in front of him, but with no visible markings on the plain, stainless steel front*
[25-00:53] abbc8, *Dr. Alfred Bancroft : *He nods to his Agents, smiling a little bit to Nixon as he brings the cart to a stop just behind the hanging Lintilla*
[25-00:55] e3f43, *Agent Nixon : *Nods to Dr. Alfred Bancroft, stepping back and to the side to give him better access to Lintilla*
[25-00:57] 438a5, *Dr. Lintilla : *she blinks slowly, her eyes drifting shut every now and again before she glances over at Bancroft. For a moment he looks like an ice cream man*
[25-00:58] abbc8, *Dr. Alfred Bancroft : ((SHe can't see him))
[25-00:59] e3f43, *Agent Nixon : *Ponders whilst eying the metal case Muller brought injecting her with a caffiene-like drug to keep her more awake and attentive, but does not yet move*
[25-01:02] 438a5, *Dr. Lintilla : ((I thought he was just in her line of sight. NM)) *swings, swallowing back a bit more of her blood, though it has slowed considerably. She begins to wonder just how much blood she can swallow before she gets sick*
[25-01:11] abbc8, *Dr. Alfred Bancroft : *He opens the small ices container, but instead of ice cream barrels and steam rising from the cold reacting to the warm air, the cart is filled with electronics, as any programmer would recognize to be a miniprogramming lab.. he begins his work, taking several small wires with suction attachments connected to the machinery and eyeing the back of Lintilla's head.. the kids had really done a numbe on her hair, the shitty looking, formless braids everywhere.. shrugging his disgust off, he gently adheres the wires to the back of Lintillas head, one by one in slow, methodical movements..*
[25-01:14] 438a5, *Dr. Lintilla : *she feels something begin to mess with the back of her head again and figures it is another little bitch trying to make her hair look pretty, to a 3 year old standard of pretty anyway. Her left eye twiches slightly*
[25-01:15] 438a5, *Dr. Phalanx : *and just as Kendle would sit down, he pivots on one foot briefly, his eyes narrowing at Kendle before he slowly quirks his head to the side and then looks back to Kiada. He feels that twitch on his skin that normally told him when something wasn't right.*
[25-01:15] d8b71, *Sutekh : *amused at Malices entrance into the conversation, and the truth he speaks* He's right. We need your skills to help us understand all this.
[25-01:16] e3f43, *Agent Nixon : *The children have begin just running around, loud giggles eminating from their mouths as they circle the swing set, every childs eyes on Lintilla, every child calling her name. With a start, Nixon walks to the metal case Muller brought, and removes a needle with a drug, Pentazamine- most commonly used for military snipers to keep them both ultra-alert and their bodies incredibly calm. Lifting it's cap free, she strides to Lintilla, stopping quickly before injecting her with the needle*
[25-01:20] 438a5, *Dr. Lintilla : *her jaw sets tightly as though she were trying to grit her teeth and yet her mouth is strill restrained open, keeping her from biting off her tongue. Her eyes drift over to Nixon though, and again there is a boiling anger*
[25-01:21] abbc8, ºAgent Muller : *Muller flags the kids down, all of them running up to him..* Sorry kids, this part is only for the grown ups.. *The kids all go "Awwwww!" in unison, apparentally very disappeared that they can't watch what's going to happen*.. now now, don't worry, how would you like to meet another friend of ours? *The kids are positively delighted at that, and begin to cheer wildly as Muller leads them away from the park*
[25-01:22] e3f43, *Agent Nixon : *Though she is aware of Lintilla's animosity in her stare, Nixon looks back with empty eyes. Turning for a moment, she looks to Agent Muller walking off, then back into Lintilla's eyes- the same mechanical coldness present in her features.
[25-01:22] abbc8, *Dr. Alfred Bancroft : *He finishes attaching the wires, six in all and then turns to his machinery, flipping it on.. it runs silent, but Lintilla may feel a slight tingly feeling on the back of her skull, as if small insects were crawling around on her skin..*
[25-01:28] 438a5, *Dr. Lintilla : *her eyes would be as expressive as a human's except with the cold undertone of a machine mind capable of a far crueler calcuation then any human mind. Eyes were things Lintilla was very proud of when she programmed something. But now, she expresses her hate in the only way she can right now. And then as the machine is switched on, she blinks several times, trying to look back as though annoyed*
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