Desperate To Survive

(I'll be playing Sir, as well as Rowan)

Sir:
The building was empty, basically, besides two other testers, the prisoners I hoped to set free, and seven guards. Too many people for me to try any rescue attempt for those poor homeless children we had taken and tested. I had tested on them. The guilt rode in like a storm, and I realized I was wrong. So now all I could give them was apologies...and more shots, hopefully ones that would cure them of this disease we'd inflicted upon them.
I thought deeply. Creating a plan, thinking.

Lily-Very sick

All she could see were colors. Every touch of the cold floor drove tremors up her spine, and she could feel the vile liquid that the testers injected swirling in her veins.
Every breath that she took turned into a bloody cough. She just wanted to die.

Rhen - Very Sick

People were coughing up air, snot or blood all around me. Not that I cared; I was probably, at least in my own mind, worse off than any of them. Something occurred to me and I let out a chuckle. Sure, we’re dying in pain and misery, but hey, no one has a runny nose!

I sighed. With my back against the wall – all the corners were taken, otherwise I’d have been sitting in one – I leaned my head back and closed my eyes. My head bellowed in frustration, throbbing immensely as it gently hit the whitewashed wall. Pictures flashed in my sight; made up fairytales where I was the hero, strong, invincible, perfectly healthy… but they would always, it seemed, be only fairytales.

My body temperature was quickly rising and cooling. A shiver ran up my spine, the cue for another miserable breakout. I hadn’t had one all day; I’d thought I’d get lucky. Don’t cry, I thought to myself. You cried yesterday. There probably aren’t even any tears left, so suck it up and don’t cry.

“Hey,” said someone beside me softly. I turned to see who they were.

Rowan--slightly sick:
Someone worse of than me. She looked fine at first look, but when you looked closer she shook shivers up her spine. Chills. Then sweat drops. It looked so much like death I could puke. I couldn't imagine I looked any better. I can't believe I had been thinking I was deathly sick. I wasn't, not compared to this girl.
I walked over and kneeled down by her, and from the corner of my eye I could tell someone had already taken my corner. Oh well, I didn't need it for now.
"Hey," I said to her warmly, hoping my eyes still weren't red from crying. That would make me seem pathetic. Barely sick and crying.
She turned, seeming geniunely surprised.
"Hi," she smiled weakly, but it looked brave from the effort she put into making it look real.
I smiled, my chapped lips cracking as I did so. I winced, but then masked it and kept the smile while talking. My voice came out quiet and meek. I guess being sick and with people that probably wouldn't laugh at me hadn't changed my confidence at all.
"Er, so, what's your name?" I said. "I'm, um, Rowan, by the way."
"My name's Rhen," she said.

*Guys, I'm really lost and don't know what to post. I think I'm gonna back out.*

*:( Alright. It's dying anyways, I s'pose.*

**What we need to do is get the plot going, guys. The only thing any of us can really do at the moment is describe how sick/miserable our characters are. We need to move along.**

**Should I have Sir come in, now, Crocks? I think that may help, not sure though.*

**Yeah, that'd probably help get it moving. **

Can I please make a character?

*Yes, Nick!*

"Sir":
I reached for the loudspeaker button,and paused. How could I make sure the corridor to the kids' rooms was...empty? There were two guards at the end of each hall. The testers were on the same hall, as well, but just further down.
It was a pity I wasn't the boss--that was...something I'd never been since the accident. No time to think about it now, I thought, as I pushed myself along in my wheelchair, the wheels squeaking...
I sighed, the door swinging open from my upper arm push. I neared the corridor.
The guards were empty, must have been on round duty. One guard lay out cold, the othe three nowhere in sight! I frowned. It would have been easier to know where they were.
At least the testers were in--no, one was gone. Strange.
One saw me and gave a cold glare and a wave--I recognized that as Ulysses. He was a coldhearted fellow--we all were here. I wouldn't be surprised if this had all been his idea.
I reached the door I was looking for.
The doorknob turned at my grasp.
I was in.

Thank you Sunshine
Im going to post the form in a different order so you’ll understand my character better.

Name: No one knows her name but they call her M (actual name is Melissa Greene)

Appearance: She’s ageless, you couldn’t tell if she was 17 or 40. Her deep blue eyes has an oldness to it. Her hair, golden locks that go all the way to her feet. She stands 5’9’. Her skin is the color of milk. She has a delicate frame, her small fingers are very nimble. She wears a white flowy dress that almost looks like what ghost wears.

Age: no one knows except the scientists (17)

Personality: She very wise, well it’s mostly because she’s very slow literally she is very slow. She’s listener that is why everyone goes to her to pour out their problems. Because of her slowness her words are chosen wisely so whatever she says it is in very short words. She’s very intelligent but can’t talk much. She’s quiet and calm in any situation. She looks at things with the greatest wisdom and understanding. Utmost she is always happy.

Extra: one of the experiments done on her made her immortal, meaning she can get sick but it would go away after a while, she lives in pain but can never die. The only thing that can kill her is taking out her heart. (is this okay?)

State of health: she is always going to be dying, but she gets sick, but then again she is alright (does this make sense?)

Gender: Female

Acquired by testing: She can absorb and give off heat or cold. Example: a fever, she can absorb the heat or either give the person coldness. She can freeze a person or thing by absorbing something cold around her. Or boil. It depends on her surroundings. Also she can float two feet off the ground for a short period, cause of the interaction of heat and cold around her, ect….

Rhen

"My name's Rhen," I answered and tried to smile. Ah, a living being. Companionship. Before I could continue the conversation, a guy in a wheelchair came in. Half of the heads in the room, including mine, turned to see him.


*I am so sorry for the short post, but I have no idea how to continue!*

I think it's died, guys. My fault, I believe