Melodious Euphony’s Comments (group member since May 06, 2011)

Melodious Euphony’s comments from the Edgeview RP group.

((POOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOST! SPAM! http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xqH-q-... ))

((POST!!!!!!!!)

((POST!!!!!!!))

Mariola's eyes were open too, but unseeing. Her mind was so frayed and confused. She didn't know who she was, where she was, or even why she was. It was just an empty world of dull pain.

((Aye aye, cap'n.))

((Sorry! I've been grounded for back-sassing my mom. I'm back though. Mariola's still... locked up? Isolated? Idk. She's separated from the others still.))

((THE KNIGHT BUS!!!!!!!!!! Oh. Darn it. Wrong group of people.))

((Sounds like some sort of creepy Pedo thing. Lucky I have no cell! :P))

((Mariola just kinda goes comatose. They did something to enhance her astral travel. Note the injections after having her blood drawn.))

When Mariola woke up, she felt like she was ready to explode. There was heat behind her eyes and her breathing was loud and quick. She opened her eyes and struggled, writhing and shouting unintelligible phrases. The velcro strained against her movements, keeping her prisoner in this hellish land of white. She wanted to break it all. She wanted all of this white to be smothered in red. She wanted to kill every last person in sight. She argued with herself over this, and all of the demons in her mind poured out in vivid images of nightmarish creatures. She let out a continuous shriek, piercing the silence and causing more doctors to come and end this one expression. The one time she ever let anyone see how she felt.

((Imma do an actual, full fledged breakdown now! My mom's friend has split personality syndrome, so I've seen her freak out.))

Mariola looked at the door carefully. It was unlocked! She twisted the knob and automatically, sirens blared, red lights flashed, and a woman's calm voice said "Patient escaping. Patient escaping." She ran out of the room, hands over her ears and eyes squinting against the harsh lights. something pierced her neck and, again, everything went fuzzy.

Mariola didn't remember falling asleep, but when she woke up, her body ached. She sat up with a groan then realized something important. There were no constraints. She swung her legs over the side of the bed and tripped over to the door.

The doctor, whom Mariola had affectionately nicknamed The Beaver undid the velcro on one of her arms. "We're doing blood work on all of the specimen." He rambled as he slowly drove a needle into her arm. He attached a large liter bag to fill with blood. My blood, she thought queasily. The doctor smiled. "I'll just fill up a couple of these and we'll be done."

((I love that verse. We sing it in mass during Lent.))

Mariola was in her own white room. Hers wasn't as big, nor as nice, as Saffy's. As she raised her throbbing head, she looked towards the pulse machine. It kept an unsteady beat, dropping at times and tapping out strange rhythms that, if she was unchained, Mariola would've danced to. They had used Velcro lashes on her wrists and feet, but they knew what she could do. The whooshing sound of the door to her prison sounded and dissipated. The doctor, an ugly man with a crooked nose and coffee stained teeth, loomed over her. "Interesting specimen. We've been trying to get you for some time." Old visions flashed through Mariola's head. The times when she felt like she was being followed. The times she thought she saw the same person in different places. As if reading her thoughts, the doctor nodded. "Oh yes. We've been there." She opened her mouth to speak, expecting to be interrupted. When he made no move to stop her, she said "I know." That was it. No anger. No fear. No sense of self preservation. Just two simple words. "I know."

Mariola slowly pried open her eyes. They apparently had run out of body bags, because she was covered in duct tape. She tried to open her mouth, but it was duct taped too. All she could do was whimper a bit until they came and drove another needle into her skin.

Mariola let out a little yelp and turned to one of the guards. She took two of the skee balls and hurled them at him. He dodged on and deflected another. She smiled at him and gave him a curtsy. He ran at her and she dodged under him in one graceful sweep. She elbowed him in the back of the neck and he crumpled. She was just about to deliver the final blow to his head when there was a sound like twenty pieces of paper ripping. There was a sharp stinging in her neck, and she felt around for a dart. As she pulled it out, the world swam and danced in a frenzy of colors until it all faded to black.

((Good point.))

((YAY! Do they just bust in? I think that someone should check out the noise. When they don't come back, someone else could go after them and get caught.))

((capture time?))