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[blueshocks.livejournal.com]

[You open the door and step inside, and inside is a white ball of healing light.

No. It's actually just a really white and desolate looking room. In the center, Elle is sitting in a chair, with a bunch of IVs and medical equipment attached to her.

It's a familiar scene, one that happened over and over again in her childhood, though the details are mostly fuzzy.

She pulls at the restraints keeping her tied to the chair, her hands crackling with electricity.]

I swear if you don't let me go I'm going to so kill you!

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[daha-az-tanrica.livejournal.com]

So I've been told. [Now that's she's done checking out there's machines she's going to start pulling those IVs out.]

Birds of a feather flock together, as they say.

[blueshocks.livejournal.com]

[She'd rather you remove the restraints first, but whatever. it's a start.]

What, have you been experimented on before too?

[daha-az-tanrica.livejournal.com]

[She would but a sign of good faith might help avoiding any possible electrocutions.]

For a while. Granted I wasn't making comments that I was going to kill someone. [So now let's move to those restraints.]

[blueshocks.livejournal.com]

Hey, if they hadn't tied me up like this, I wouldn't want to kill them. [A little defensive? Definitely, but she couldn't help it.]

[daha-az-tanrica.livejournal.com]

You wouldn't kill someone who wants to use you as a subject, regardless of the use the restraints? [Speak of the devil, one is taken care of.]

[blueshocks.livejournal.com]

Okay, you got me. I'd kill them either way. But can you blame me?

[daha-az-tanrica.livejournal.com]

Not in the slightest. I'd do the same thing.