Lethal Injection (PG-13 rating)

Rydia · 2009-01-23T21:32:55Z

Why hello there, fancy seeing you here. Okay so I've not had a storybook of my own for a while now and it's really starting to depress me so I thought I'd create one but with no ideas in mind, I'm thinking on my feet here. There's been a sudden increase in the number of storybooks created which means participation has taken a bit of a hit. Just a not-so-random fact for you there ^^ Here's the details: Rating The storybook is PG-13. The use of damn, hell, shit, bloody, freaking, fiddlesticks, darn, drat, gosh, jeez, crotch, arse, balls and arsehole are allowed. If you are unsure about a word not featured here, ask me over pm or use one of the above as a substitute. Relationships are permitted but not of a sexual variety. Again, if you're unsure how far you are allowed to go pm me. Plot The secret organisation of Ire is back and it's looking for volunteers. It was early in the eighteenth century when the original founders of Ire finished their research and the creation of a drug. The aim of this drug was that it would pin-point the strongest talent of an individual and magnify that one hundred fold. They thought they had it perfect. They called on a small section of the public for volunteers and cautiously (and secretly) people came forth and the drug was applied to them. They called the volunteers V-amp Ires but soon they were nicknamed the Vampires. After a week of preparation during which time the volunteers' bodies were strengthened with vitamins and medication, they were ready. The drug consisted of three injections. After administration of the first, the test subjects fell into comas one by one. Then the second was delivered: as the volunteers were sustained, by the same tubes another liquid, the famous 'V gene' was pumped through their systems. After two weeks the third injection was given to the first ten volunteers. They woke within days and for the next two weeks were watched closely. They showed signs of a small increase in their talent but the organisation soon lost interest in them. One night while they slept in their hospital beds safe behind the military walls, they were gassed to death and struck from all records but for one: a diary. Ire waited another month before it woke the next ten volunteers and these ten were to become famous, they were to become Vampires. A rogue virus had become mixed with the third drug contaminating its simple reflex action of waking the patients from their drug induced sleep and instead it changed their anatomy and they became what the modern world deems blood thirsty creatures of myth. The final ten were never given that third drug. The Vampires killed their creators in a sudden thirst for blood, they fled out into the world knowing only that they were Vampires who had once been human. But this is not their story. This is the story of those final ten. In a military building deep in the heart of England, closed off, underground, buried and forgotten there are ten inhabitants. Seven slumber in a hospital room, the same sustaining fluids being flushed through their bodies over and over again along with the V gene. The other three have woken to success. They each possess a heightened talent that has been pushed beyond the human capacity. For example, a person who might be good at singing would then have the equivalent of a siren's voice or a person with a talent in music might be able to control a person's emotions through playing. Cynthia, Walter and Evangelina. Your Characters Walter and Evangelina will become available later in the storybook but for now I will control them and I will be writing their bios. Cynthia is mine. Your characters are currently ordinary modern day humans who are about to be approached and extended the offer to take part in an experiment of their life-times. They currently know none of the above details. When you choose their talent, you can pm me a suggestion of how you would like it to manifest itself as a power but I will not necessarily agree. Here is the format you should follow, feel free to add more: [b]Name:[/b] [b]Age (Minimum age of sixteen and maximum of fifty):[/b] [b]Gender[/b] [b]Talent:[/b] [b]Occupation:[/b] [b]Appearance:[/b] [b]History:[/b] [b]Personality:[/b] [b]Reason for Accepting (This could be anything from 'for the hell of it' to 'long term plans for world domination'):[/b] And that took me quite a while to write out so I'll post the three bios later but for now I'll say that the following talents are not allowed: The talent of acting. The talent of cooking. The talent of military intelligence. And I reserve the right to ask a person to change their talent or to land you with a really lousy increasement on your talent if I deem you already far too talented in the wrong areas. You can pm me for guidance on that.

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Sun Mar 01, 2009 10:37 am

West says... · Sun Mar 01, 2009 10:37 am

Benji looked around, hoping he wouldn't have to be the one to break the silence.

'I'm Benji,' he introduced himself. 'Starsign Aries, blood type A, highschool student, pizza delivery boy, currently skipping double-biology.'

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Wed Mar 04, 2009 10:47 am

Firestalker says... · Wed Mar 04, 2009 10:47 am

"A pleasure to meet you" I replied then when i noticed that everyone was looking at e i started to introduce myself.

"Zire" I said "Studying literature and psychiatry, expert on the paranormal, sign Leo, birth August 20th and well that's it guess"

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Are you Insane the same man asks, - "Oh yes!. The Mad Hatter being saner!"

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Wed Mar 04, 2009 12:33 pm

Rydia says... · Wed Mar 04, 2009 12:33 pm

Cynthia

Forgotten for the moment, Cindy found herself seated in an armchair of the sitting room. It was an almost familiar environment. The decor was old and faded now, rose print paper more yellow than pink and the carpet a dust covered red, but almost the same as it had been when she had first arrived, back when she had been married. Oh my dear, poor Albert! What have I done? Carried away by those thoughts of money, of pleasing you and instead I awake to find myself a widow, your body long rotted in the ground.

Tears came quickly and Cindy wished she could hide behind her guise of the modern woman but there was no one in the room and therefore no need for the pretense. She found that she simply could not will that other personality to take over, not while such strong thoughts of Albert invaded her mind.

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