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A broken man

Post by StareNation on Tue 11 Jul 2017, 13:18

The trickle of water over river stones would have been calming had it not been a trigger in his mind, bold grey eyes almost permanently widened in fear as his breath drew in sharp and short. Even the calm night air did nothing except give rise to more sounds, deafening in Tate’s ears as he tried in earnest to scrub the lingering smell of clean from his skin. It stank in his mind, the clinical smells of disinfectant and sterile walls, the walls of which had prompted him to seek shelter in the open for fear of being trapped in a cell again. On the surface he seemed fine; minus the scaring but on the inside he was a mess, a jittering, broken, chaotic mess. He was again exhausted; neither calm enough for sleep nor want it as any slip into his consciousness brought nightmarish reminders of oxen corp. He winced as one of his fingernails scratched through his skin, droplets of blood sliding over his arm as he tried desperately to focus on something else...something normal.

He was no longer physically shackled, Alleria had done an efficient job of releasing his bonds and healing the major injuries which had been so recently inflicted. Though what was broken was mental and after having stared in the mirror for more than several hours in disbelief at the vivisection scar that traveled from his arms to his chest and down to his torso the room had begun to draw in on him, suffocating him. It was the initial panic that prompted Tate to flee, unable to shift completely due to the drugs lurching through his system and bringing nothing but pain and confusion to the surface. Every sound even those as minute as a pin drop sent unsettling waves through his form and soon Tate had left Arcane in search of space and safety.

He had found the stream, the noxious smells from oxen corp still haunting him as he now stood waist deep in the water, scratching and scrubbing his skin to get the smell off. Where he could go was beyond him but the sight of green grass and forest had given him enough comfort and the knowledge that uniform clad officers were nowhere near.

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Re: A broken man

Post by Mikayla Nekishu on Thu 17 Aug 2017, 09:35

She had stayed with Ketzu as long as they both could stand, neither of them were socially advanced her being far worse. Being cooped up in the motel was quickly more then either of them could stand.
She owed him and owed him big time but she had begun to feel trapped she had also felt as though she were holding Ketzu back from some double life he led outside of the motel walls. So she had left.

Going as far as she could away from supposed civilised life she had taken to the wilds stripping from the human garb she had been parading around in she had quickly taken to the form she had once been shackled in, despite being trapped as a wolf for the majority of her life she still found comfort in becoming one. It felt free to her, less confining then the fragile human state she had been clinging to reality in since the day Ketzu had found her on the embankment having escaped from the laboratory rats she still so vividly had nightmares about each night.

Life had been far from kind to Mikayla. She had no idea if the sister she had found, Maylin, was still alive. She knew of the others but had never found them and she didn't intend on trying. Alone she only had to worry about herself, she didn't have to explain her irrational and some times aggressive attitude to anyone, she didn't have to hide.

She had been walking for some time when thirst became a more urgent though in the back of her mind forcing her to track her way through the trees towards a water source.
Stepping careful she looked for any potential prey as she went but found herself to be out of luck, though thankfully it had only been a day before she had eaten and she had a while to go before having to worry about food again.

The comforting sound of water over rock met her ears as they swivelled atop her head her body reaching a trot as she cautiously ran to the water's edge bending her head to take a drink. Swift and efficient she wanted to be away from the open sooner rather then later but her plan seemed to have one huge flaw. A flaw in the shape of a naked man who sat scratching away layer upon layer of flesh in some sort of panic stricken trance.

Freezing she looked from the corner of her eye at him until eventually she turned her head taking in the sight off to her far right.
He was beaten and broken, scars deeply etched into otherwise flawless but dirty skin. His expression haunted and his mind totally oblivious to her.

"God Damnit Mikayla!" she growled internally. Now had this been anyone else she would have turned and walked away. After all it wasn't her problem why should she help? But she had to remind herself if Ketzu had not helped her she would probably be dead. Also this man, who ever he was carried an expression she knew all to well. She immediately knew exactly the state he was in without having to approach or speak.

Growling to herself she grit her teeth stepping back away from the water's edge and into the trees so she could shift back into a human form.
Natural as the day she had been born she stepped back out, walking with careful steps, stooped over in a very feral untamed way she approached him until crouching not to far away, but not close enough for him to strike her in a second of disorientation.
"You are by the water. It is safe here" she spoke trying to cut him out of where ever his mind had taken him.
Speaking felt strange she had not used her voice for a while, it startled her let alone him but she pressed on.
"No one else is here"
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Re: A broken man

Post by StareNation on Fri 18 Aug 2017, 12:38

“cant get it off..” Tate had continued to mumble under his breath as he picked at his skin, looking like someone who had come off meth. It wasn’t until she spoke that Tate realised the equally naked woman standing some feet from where he was, her voice somewhat hoarse as she told him it was safe. Wide grey eyes stared at her in frozen fear as he stopped scrubbing, his heart beating so rapidly he felt it would rip through his chest. How could he not have heard her? Who was she? He thought as he looked over her, not entirely sure of whether to run or put up a fight, both options his initial selections before he noticed the fact that she was naked. Even in his disoriented state Tate knew he had never seen anyone from oxen corporation naked unless they were a captive.

Looking over her Tate tried to breathe a little although it did not come easily.
“Who are you? He uttered to her, still waist deep in the water. The places where he had scratched to open wounds gently rose with droplets of blood as it tried to heal, the droplets occasionally sliding and mixing back into the water. He didn’t notice the sensations of pain, the excruciating torture he had endured enough to make simple cuts feel like nothing at all.

“i can’t get it off, the smell...it’s everywhere,” Tate muttered to the woman as he glanced blankly down at his body and back to her as if she was meant to know where he had been held and what had happened. It was hard for him to make sense or pluck up enough courage to explain the past events, not able to spend time thinking on the things he had endured without feeling like more of himself being lost to insanity.

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Post by Mikayla Nekishu on Fri 18 Aug 2017, 12:53

Looking at him with she saw a reflection of the inner turmoil she had felt as she lied waiting for death upon the path of the river bank. He was broken and so was she. She understood that common human term then 'It takes one to know one'

He was scared of her and she didn't blame him. He looked like he had been dragged through hell and back and she knew he probably had been through worse then that.
She was equally as scared but she had learned a long, long time ago to conceal fear, it was worse to let people know that you felt.

"Uh, i'm Mikayla. I am no one really" she replied frowning at him. She didn't return the question back at him, it didn't really matter. Not at that moment and she doubted he was really in the right frame of mind to be answering questions directed his way.

Her eyes trailed along his body and the frown only became deeper, he had suffered a lot of pain and by the scars on his chest and the way they were surgical in appearance she knew who had inflicted his pain. Her arms folded around herself protective in response, the memories of those people still so fresh and painful for her also.

But then he seemed to spiral once again, muttering about the smell and she sighed loosening her stance up to try and slowly approach him her hand slowly rising out towards him with her palms open showing that she concealed nothing.

"Let me help you?" she asked her voice quiet as she tried to sound as calm as possible.
"People hurt you, they hurt me too. Let me come over to you?"
She hoped he would allow her to touch him, she couldn't walk away now she knew what was wrong with him.
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