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Post by Lorenzo da Firenze (Vargas) on Jan 25, 2012 14:14:18 GMT -5
Fixed! *happy spin dance*
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Post by Carina Jones on Jan 25, 2012 14:38:46 GMT -5
Yay! *hugs*
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Post by Lorenzo da Firenze (Vargas) on Jan 25, 2012 14:39:22 GMT -5
Unknown-2012
Florence slowly opened his tired eyes- his front was stained with black and blood as he coughed, his throat hurt so much. He still stayed suspended in darkness, unable to see those watching him. “Italia..” he felt helpless- the feeling he hated most. He couldn’t stand being the one who had to be saved.
“You’re responding well to the syrum.” The man said, it was the same man that injected him with that thing in the first place.
“Tell your supiriors to let me go. Now.” He ordered, lunging at the man. His hair messily hanging over his paled face.
“While you were out a few things happened,” the man ignored Lorenzo’s demand, and proceeded to file his nails “there was a bomb set off in Italy.”
Florence’s breath hitched, “W-was anyone hurt?” “What do you think?” he replied flatly.
“You bastards!” he screamed trying to depratly pull his way out of the chains, “What have we done to you to deserve this?!” he cried- what if they had caught Italy? Or any of the others. He pulled at the chains- trying depratly to claw at the man.
“Would you stay still- we have a customer.” The man growled, Lorenzo glared at him before relenting- his head drooping to touch his chest. “Good,” the man injected another syringe into Lorenzo before turning. With a hand signal he glared at Lorenzo “follow orders or we’ll make you suffer even more.” A bright light shined into the Florentine’s face making him flinch- he hadn’t seen daylight in a few weeks. It was painful, his now unnaturally whitened skin almost translusent in the light.
Sicily, Vinci, Romano and Northern Italy walked down the white halls- being led by a man in a white lab uniform. “Here at Acron Laboratories we strive to build a better future for man kind,” the man explained “some say our practices are jaded, but risking one may save billions of people.”
“Saving lives with bombs,” Romano snorted, glaring around the small room. If one of their bombs had hurt his brother he was against this. He was just here to get protection in case someone else tried to attack. “like hell they are.”
“We are merely the producers, the consumers are the gods here. Weather they use the bombs for good use or bad is not up to us to decide.”
Sicily could hear a snarl near her ear, “find me, find me,” it said before dissipating. Looking around to see no one heard the voice, no one, though she could see Vinci staring at her “What?” she asked, the man jumped, a small barly visible blush creeping onto his face.
“Hm? Oh! Heh, nothing.” He said, blinking behind his thin framed glasses “just thinking.”
“…about what…?” Sicily raised an eyebrow.
“Shit now I sound like a pervert don’t I.” Vinci stammered, “I-I was thinking about the ral purpose behind the labs and…” he trailed off.
“Sure you were.”
“I’m serious!” Vinci whined, the blush growing redder. His glasses began to slightly fog.
“Hey, morons. We’re here.” Romano barked, pointing to a window where a light shined down on a thin looking figure suspended in chains. Sicily rolled her eyes at her pouting brother before glancing at the window.
“Ve, we’re you two paying attention to what the nice man was telling us?” Her older brother smiled, “we’re at a petting zoo!”
“No you bastard,” Romano corrected sharply, cuffing his brother on the head “we’re seeing the side effects of what the bomb can do.”
Vinci’s eyes narrowed, the man hanging from chains was a sickly pale color- his skin was almost see through as his shirt hung off of him. His hair was a dark brown with bangs, a slight part separating the hair hanging infront of his face- even though the man was rouged looking and- “Close the window.” The scientist said, Vinci watched as a buzzer sound went off and a large metal shutter began to slide down, Vinci’s eyes widened as the man looked up at them. His dull, beaten brown eyesunable to mask recogntion.
“Sicily,” he nugged her with an arm as they began to walk down the hall again. Their shoes making light sounds against the floor. “Did you see the man’s face? He looked like… like..“
“Yeah, I saw, it’s Zoni.” She said, hate filled her to the brink.
A/N: Next chapter. They finally see him. Tell me what you think! I have 300+ views and only two-sih plus me people commenting. It feels weird hearing from no one but knowing someones watching you....
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Post by Angelica Vargas-Jones on Jan 25, 2012 14:46:40 GMT -5
*evil chuckle* I hope Angel get to kick someone's ass....because she's pissed...
DAMN IT WHO IS THE MONSTER!!!! And what does he want with Angel? Why does she have to find him....hum....*thinks in thinking chair*
Can't wait to get home and listen to this with the music~
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Post by Lorenzo da Firenze (Vargas) on Jan 25, 2012 14:49:45 GMT -5
All in good time my friend. *pats* I hope she doesn't mind Vinci having a crush on her. (feel free to tease him about it whenever.)
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Post by Angelica Vargas-Jones on Jan 25, 2012 14:53:09 GMT -5
*pouts* so many questions.....It's no a problem. I think it's cute~. (don't worry, I will~.)
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Post by Lorenzo da Firenze (Vargas) on Jan 25, 2012 21:33:13 GMT -5
Muahaha~ (Hooray~)
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Post by Lorenzo da Firenze (Vargas) on Jan 25, 2012 23:48:10 GMT -5
Acron Labs- 2012
“Is Pangea still gone?” the man with black hir said, walking into the testing facility.
“Yeah, she’s been out doing who knows what for the last week.” The other replied, dripping a small bit of green liquid onto a black tar substance.
The man sighed, “Who knew parasites were so helpful.”
The other snorted “Yeah, without ‘em I wouldn’t be making a hundred dollars per hour.”
“Not that, asshole,” the black haired man snarled “I mean, the world without conflict-under one rule we’ll have no need for wars. No countries to cause border issues. Every one lives as one people.”
“A second Pangea,” the man replied, trying to concentrate on analizing the black thing on the petrie dish.
“Yeah.” The man sighed, taking out another syringe. “To bad how many people have to die though,”
“Out of death they’ll be rebirth, right? That’s what our superiors tell us at least. And they ain’t human, so don’t worry,” he smirked, “this world was only meant for man to take it.”
“Yeah.” The black haired man said sharply, pushing his glasses up onto his nose. Filling a syringe with a black fluid.
Florence coughed, his throat feeling empty for once- the parasite had moved somewhere else. Once again he watched as the door to his ‘cage’ opened and the man with black hair walked in holding another syringe.
“This is a styroid, it should increase your ability to evolve slightly,” the man explained, flicking the bubbles out of the large thick needle.
Florence twitched slightly, that thing inside him would react to that styroid without a doubt. He bent and unbent his fingers which had become blackened and now ended in slight points. He had been evolving in fast motion, it felt like someone had stitched him together with a few different animals.His feet had likewise the same look- a black decaying aura to them crawled up to the bottom of his knees. And other than his smelling and hearing increasing ten fold because of the uselessness of his eyes nothing had changed. He was still Florence. And nothing would change that no matter how much they mutilated him.
He watched the man’s mouth move, explaining the other syringe he held, he thought the man had some sympathy for him considering that he explained each of the things Lorenzo was tortured with. The Florentine smirkedgiven the chance he would use his knew grown claws to shred his throat- he caught himself in his thoughts, slightly surprised that murdering the man had been such a real seeming thought. He smirked, had Sicily or any of the others (with the exception of Veneciano possibly) been in his place instead of him they would probably already have found some way to rip the throat out of the man.
Lorenzo growled as the man prepped the steyroid, “stick anymore things into me and you’re a dead man.” He snarled, as a reply the man nearly smirked. Unbuttoning Florence’s shirt he watched- waiting for the parasite to make an appearance. The scientist held the needle like a dagger as he waited, “c-cazzo…” Florence stammered as a long thing began to claw it’s way across his tan muscled chest. The parasite had started as less than a few inches long- but now it had to be as long as Florence’s forearm-it had also flattened into more of a leech-like shape. The scientist plunged the needle into the squirming creature- Lorenzo cried out as he felt the thing thrash around inside him- tearing at anything to try and claw it’s way free. Black blood bubbled up around the needle’s entry point when the man removed the syringe- placing it into his pocket. Florence stared at the metal tiled floor, his eyes trying to focus on something as his eyes dilated and then shrunk to pin points.
“Let.. let me out,” Florence said, his voice becoming unnatural- it sounded as if someone were talking in a off-pitch harmony with his own.
“U-um…” the man stammered, backing away slightly- dropping the second syringe on the ground. The glass shattered. The Florentine was staring at him in the eyes- the man’s blue one’s met with the Italian’s white ones.
‘evolve, adapt, anialate predators.’ A voice seemed to say to him- “Evolve,” Florence almost said nonchalantly, a small unnatural smile seeming to spread from his face as his wrists contorted- the bones elongated, becoming thinner and sharper until it slipped out of the chain link as a knife-like bloodied point. He smiled at the terrified man
“Bongiorno Sir,” he said cooly as he stepped out of the chains which still hung in their exact place.
A/N: Snapped!Lorenzo... o.e
Lorenzo: What~? *chuckles*
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Post by Angelica Vargas-Jones on Jan 26, 2012 0:09:20 GMT -5
O.o Renny? *hides in corner* damn...scary thought.....
x3 he used Angel's line!!!!
On another note, so it's Pangea who's following Angel around!!! it has to be!!! *points to weaver* I finally got it!! *looks happy*
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Post by Lorenzo da Firenze (Vargas) on Jan 26, 2012 0:14:18 GMT -5
Lorenzo: *laughing like a madman*
Yes he did!
Congrats! But why~?
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Post by Angelica Vargas-Jones on Jan 26, 2012 0:19:45 GMT -5
Angel: *looks at Renny* so weird....but really, why did it take you so long to realize the dude needed to die? Seriously. I figured it out in like, two seconds.
...gr. I don't know why...hum...it wants to be free from the lab, and it wants Angel to help it?
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Post by Lorenzo da Firenze (Vargas) on Jan 26, 2012 0:23:27 GMT -5
Lorenzo: I knew that all along! *pouts*
Chee hee hee~ you'll find out sooner or later.
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Post by Angelica Vargas-Jones on Jan 26, 2012 0:25:15 GMT -5
Angel: *rolls eyes* sure you did Renny.
Hopefully sooner rather then later.....so, wait, then was Pangea also the Lorenzo Angel was hearing?
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Post by Lorenzo da Firenze (Vargas) on Jan 26, 2012 0:32:13 GMT -5
Lorenzo: *huffs* Lets chain you up to a wall and beat you senseless, then see how fast you react to things.
*nods*
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Post by Angelica Vargas-Jones on Jan 26, 2012 0:38:18 GMT -5
Angel: Been there, done that.
hum...*thinks* very interesting....so it likes her, seeing as it comforted her....gr, you have to write more so we can figure this out!!!
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