one passing night

the evening is spread out against the sky

November 17th, 2011

04:49 pm - 002: experiments in drowning ☄

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[[OOC: Warning for medical torture.]]

[There's the smell of water and metal, and another scent, sharper and acrid: a bitter chemical smell, overlaying everything.

He's been here before. It's the room with the tanks: vats full of water, treated with--he doesn't know what. Some substance. He's the only one in the chamber. It's fully automated. The researchers are somewhere else, watching him on a screen. They learned long ago not to stay in the room with the experiment when it might be distressed.

He is hooked up and bound to a mechanism, something like a mechanical arm, hanging a few feet above the water. He cannot move. He's drugged--enough to be pliant, but not enough to be unconscious. These things happened when he was younger, but he is an adult now. Somehow, it's happening again.

The arm goes down suddenly, without warning, plunging him into the water. It stays down, holding him there. An emotionless, practical drowning. One minute, two minutes, three... He keeps his eyes open. They glow in the dark water.]

Subject heart rate regular ... duration of submersion ... five minutes, three seconds ... brain activity normal, brain waves Beta

fifteen minutes, twenty seconds ... heart rate decreasing ... note presence of Gamma waves

twenty minutes ...

[He breaks all known records. He is the perfect subject, the perfect soldier, their miraculous device. He holds his breath until he can't anymore, then he loses control, loses consciousness. He opens his mouth and the water rushes in, filling his nose and mouth and lungs. That's the idea. To see how long he endures, and then to see how he drowns. How he revives. All but dying, then returning to life. If dying is an art, he does it exceptionally well.

At last, the arm pulls him up. No one comes to help him. His lungs expel the water without assistance, and it runs down over his chin. He starts to breathe again. He regains a hazy kind of consciousness, but he doesn't open his eyes. When he opens his eyes, the arm will go down again.]

Tags:!theme: 2011-11, ami mizuno [v2], sephiroth [v1]

06:51 pm - 01 [since the house is on fire, let us warm ourselves]

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[The dream tonight is an old one, to the dreamer. Which is rather worrying, really.

The first thing that should alarm you when you find yourself standing beside a blond man is the fire. It rages inside the room, swallowing most anything in its way, though if one were to dare reach out and touch it, they'd find that it passes harmlessly through them.

The second are the corpses--a man and a woman, both of whom seem to have died already, if the neat bullet holes are any indication. Any attempt to touch them won't work, as with the fire in the room.

The third is the man with the gun in the middle of the room, unmindful of the fire blazing around him or of the new people in the room. He's smirking, like he's just solved a particularly difficult puzzle, and turns to the door, where a young boy is watching with horrified eyes. Strangely, if one looks closely, you can see that there's something jarringly off about this man, something that just doesn't quite fit here.

And he's still grinning, coming closer, closer, closer--

Then, the scene abruptly shifts to what is evidently the burned remains of the house, with the corpses--and the man--nowhere in sight. The boy that was watching is now standing in the middle of the remains, as another man comes near and leads him away from the burned-out shell of his old home.

It's then that Barnaby, beside you, speaks, his voice soft and weary.]

I thought it would be easier to sleep now.

[From the way he speaks, it sounds like he doesn't quite believe that there's someone actually accompanying him this time, watching the dream with him. And that he hasn't woken up at this point. He's sure the person beside him is simply a figment of his dreams, and besides, he'll wake up soon.]

Tags:ami mizuno [v2], sephiroth [v1], ᘚ aerith gainsborough [v1], ᘚ barnaby brooks jr [v1]

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