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『ᴡɪᴄᴋʟɪɴɢ ᴛʀᴀsʜ ● ɢᴏᴏᴅʙʏᴇ』
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Jan 19, 2015 12:07AM
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She sat on her bed, yawning, as it had only woken up. In it's hands, no, in its claws - as its fingernails were blackened and sharp, it held a book. But, of course, it was no ordinary book, but an erotica. It wore only an oversized sweater and a pair of stockings, the sweater revealing the underwear beneath. She held her hair in a loose and messy bun. It looked up lazily from its book, "Something with violin or piano." Kristophine said nonchalantly. It wished Azusa would not call it by that damnedest number they assigned to it. Humans had called it many names, why did it have to call it 3084?
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Her pale blue eyes pierced the room with a cold stare. "Whatever..." She looked lovely today, of course, she always did - at least in other's eyes. An empathic illusion of SCP-3084 being always attractive, always desirable. But she was being worn down by her imprisonment. It could be worse, yeah, here, she was not sexually abused. But...she was not free. She sighed, "Looked, just...get this over with fast, and then leave, okay? You work with these bastards...you are no friend to me." She said, with tears threatening to come down. She hated being in enclosed spaces - and here she was, in a cell. Locked away. Unable to roam the earth, as she once did. And there were other...'SCPs' that worked along side the Foundation, while other being were locked up and tested on. It made her sick, how they would betray eachother. Sure, they were not...the same, but they were all "SCPs," shouldn't they stick together?
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She sighed, "Right, apathetic..." She shuddered. It didn't have emotions? That terrified her. It was like those other SCPs, who kill humans for the sake of killing, or kill because it is their only purpose. She...may have murdered children...but she can't remember why... the whole massacre in France was out of character for her, and she wondered often if it was truly her after all.
((Sure, bring her in after Azusa leaves?))
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She threw her book down, bored. "I was locked away and...tortured...for centuries. But then the Chaos Insurgency freed me...yet now, I'm here..." She shook her head.
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It noticed the bolts... She growled softly, she wanted out! She curled up on her bed and closed her eyes. She tried to calm herself, and entered a sate of semi-consciousness. In this trance, its heightened senses could not only hear the heartbeats of the lifeforms around it, but also hear the crackling of neurons interacting with one another.
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Shiro watched him, closing the door and clearing her throat, "Uhm.. Hello.." she murmured quietly. She had been assigned to check on the psychological state of this particular SCP. She was nervous to say the least.
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Its British accent - a London accent - seem out of place, given its history. He looked at her, "Is something a matter?" He said, then played with her name in its mouth, "Shi-shiro, was it?" He asked. It felt weird. Foreign. From a place he never walked upon.
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It smiled, "I was once known as The White Wolf." He said, "My fur is usually a completely white coat," he explained. "So...'friend,' what is it that we are to do?" It was...intrigued. Only a few agents went in to speak to it, and outside of the D-class personnel sacrifices, no one else entered...until today. Azusa and Shiro...new faces it did not fully fear nor had any desire to 'play' with.
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He grumbled, "Seriously?" It nearly laughed, "Trying to make me more comfortable in my prison?" It shook its head. It tried to think of some....'reasonable' requests. "I hate this room. I need to be able to walk around, to run. Not kept up in a room for months and years and decades...." It said, growing slightly claustrophobic. No, it could not endure that again. It began to cry, the memories of its years at that damnedest church.
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It thought back to its short time with the CI, how could such a group come from this? It nodded softly, "Y-yes, I'd like that." He clutched his fists, its claws digging into its palms, making them bleed. It looked up, into her eyes. It saw into her mind...
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"It'd have to be supervised. Over" He replied.
"Maybe you could come and.. supervise us? Over" she asked, glancing at the ground.
"Alright, I'll be there in a few moments. Over" he replied.
SCP-3084 did not like being around Azusa, it made it feel...unnerved. It didn't trust it at all. This Shiro, however, did seem genuine. It sighed, "Damn it all..." it uttered under its breath. "Okay...I'll behave." It said softly, before eyeing one of the cameras.
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