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Re: Word of the Day
Topic Started: Dec 4 2007, 10:15 PM (168 Views)
la-vida-loca	Dec 4 2007, 10:15 PM Post #1
Corruption Abounds, Holla Homey!!! Posts: 1,709 Group: Elite Members Member #13 Joined: December 3, 2007	in response to Saratn's "Word of the Day", i will be attempting to write a story out of the ones given. here's how it works: every 5 words or so, i'll post a paragraph from a story using all 5 words. anyone who wishes to join in may do so. -------------------



Esaul	Dec 15 2007, 06:28 AM Post #2
Administrator Posts: 909 Group: Admin Member #1 Joined: November 15, 2007	I made a major update fyi



Riss	Dec 16 2007, 02:08 AM Post #3
Where we gonna go from here? Posts: 1,194 Group: Elite Members Member #12 Joined: December 1, 2007	Hehe, I already get the word of the day in an email every day from dictionary.com.



Esaul	Dec 16 2007, 03:31 AM Post #4
Administrator Posts: 909 Group: Admin Member #1 Joined: November 15, 2007	Riss please stay on topic, which is making a story with the words



la-vida-loca	Dec 16 2007, 10:43 PM Post #5
Corruption Abounds, Holla Homey!!! Posts: 1,709 Group: Elite Members Member #13 Joined: December 3, 2007	nice, riss. :p Word of the Day Story: Experiment 626 never moved. Dr. Nolan knew that. Cold tables wouldn't be comfortable to him, but subject 626 didn't know the difference. The IV's in her fingers pushed a soporific concoction of medication into 626's veins in profuse amounts, her heart beating at a constant pulse that never changed. Dr. Nolan scribbled a note onto his clip board. He'd been doing this on this same subject for nearly sixteen years, and he was used to it, even if it was a bit boring. The subject was much like a vegetable. A very smart vegetable. Her brain activity was constant and (unlike her heartbeat) extremely fascinating. 626 had a very specific vicissitude, acute and tuned to her body and her DNA spefically. It was a man-made mutation. But they hadn't figured out too much about their own creation, both the girl and her mutation. She didn't allow it. She blocked her thoughts and machines were not programmed to read thoughts, just the activity the thoughts create. Dr. Nolan could hear the faint cacophony of a television, spitting out tarradiddle at whoever was watching the news. The glass surrounding the sterilized cell of 626 was supposed to be sound proof, but it was obviously not. Her brain activity monitor jumped with a thought. She could hear it too. Even though Dr. Nolan knew he wasn't supposed to assume anything about a scientific experiment, he couldn't help but feel that, should she ever wake up, she would demonstrate great artifice, and give even the doctors who had constantly been watching and observing her a run for their money. Dr. Nolan smiled at the thought and then made another note on his clipboard. This was going to be a long night. ------------- okay, so i didn't do all of them yet. i'll come up with more soon.



Esaul	Dec 20 2007, 07:25 PM Post #6
Administrator Posts: 909 Group: Admin Member #1 Joined: November 15, 2007	The sound of thunder made the doctor look up from his experiment. The small pane that served as a window revealed slow drops of water dripping down. He sadly looked back at 626. It was a shame that her unflegged mind could not understand the concept of rain. The sound of it, hitting the pavement, the feel of it touching the skin. She would never understand any of that. They would never compliment each other. All that he ever hoped for rested in her. One day he would see her wake from that deep slumber. The experiments could not fail him at all. Too much time, too much money invested in 626. They doubted him. They dared mock him. But he would show them. His frangible hands touched 626's forehead. His weak eyes looked at the monitor. It gave no sign of perspicacity. What a pity. He stifled a yawn, knowing that night soon fell upon him. He might as well retire, go to his small one bedroom apartment and hope for something more in the morning. He bade goodbye to 626 before locking her up. He made sure he activated the security system so the tocscin would go off if anyone tried to break in. In the morning he would turn it off and continue his work once again, hoping for progress. Hoping for success. Hoping for the best.



la-vida-loca	Dec 22 2007, 12:42 AM Post #7
Corruption Abounds, Holla Homey!!! Posts: 1,709 Group: Elite Members Member #13 Joined: December 3, 2007	Rain was not a mystery. It was rain. Condensed H2O molecules combined in a cloud until the atmospheric updraft could no longer carry the burded of holding the heavy drop, and thus beginning the process of rain. 626 knew this. She knew a lot. She could feel, and she could hear. She heard the noise, cutting like a draconian blade through the silence of the laboratory area. She new the lab was white. Every wall, every instrument, because of the little light that filtered through her eyelids. She could feel the needles that cut through her veins and into her bone. She could feel rage, it bubbled beneath her blackness, full and ready, ready to take revenge. She could feel the light touch of one of her many watchers, the ones who paced the room pari passu, their heartbeats constant and their footsteps varying by shoe but not by pace. She knew these things, and many more. But she did not know herself. Years, she knew from the incicent ticking of the clock, years she had lain on her back, years she had listened to the discursive bickering of scientists on what to do with "626". If her calculations were correct, 17. She was 17 years of age. Not once had she ever seen light, not once had she smelled the fresh air of life and freedom. And she could tell from the strenth of her blood pumping in her fresh veins that she was younger. Much younger than the men and one woman who paced the halls for endless hours, recording and watching, watching and recording. And now, 626 focused, feeling her energy flow down her arm, feeling pain for the first time as her finger twitched, and an IV tube fell with a gentle clang to the floor. ------------------- :p told from 626's point of view this time. keep up the good work!



Esaul	Feb 26 2008, 02:47 PM Post #8
Administrator Posts: 909 Group: Admin Member #1 Joined: November 15, 2007	The arcanum of her past was unknown to her. Her very thoughts were focused on a minute thing such as moving each finger independently with a single thought. Who was she? Why was she here? 626 sat up for the first time in her life, the other IV tubes falling off in suit. She could feel the gelid air rushing into her lungs. It was a new feeling to her. Breathing. She felt an aplomb getting off the table for the first time. Yet she felt strange at the same time. As if something was missing. Her factitous looked down at her body. 626 wore very little raiment at all. Was that normal? Hardly not. The people wore all sorts of clothing. So where was hers?



la-vida-loca	Feb 26 2008, 03:30 PM Post #9
Corruption Abounds, Holla Homey!!! Posts: 1,709 Group: Elite Members Member #13 Joined: December 3, 2007	She stared around the blank room, contemplating. She could hear footsteps, faint. They were far, far into the building. Or right outside the door. 626 turned to one wall, snapping her gaze at a frosted, one-way mirror. The footsteps stopped and she stared at the glass, frozen. Someone was on the other side. She couldn't see them, but if they were like so many others that she presumed roamed the halls, they had clothing. And at that moment, clothing was the one thing she had her mind set on. Covering up. Leaving. Getting out of where ever she was. --------------------- Ted Danson walked through the halls a lot after lab hours. He had to. It was his job to clean up the building when no one was there to ruin his handiwork. That was the catch in being a janitor. If you cleaned while people were still there, chances are you would be scrubbing and cleaning the same spot within the next hour or so. Ted liked his job. It payed good and he didn't much mind the sight of dustbunnies. No one ever left a mess for him. That was the benefit of cleaning up after lab assistants and technicians. Most of them, at least in the lab, were neat-freaks. They cleaned up after themselves, but lucky for Ted their President of Affairs didn't seem to notice that. And now Ted walked the halls. The last doctor had checked out about an hour beforehand and Ted was done his job. He had 6 more hours to kill. Perhaps he would enter the cubicles on the upper floors and rifle through worker's drawers to see what he could find. Or maybe he could take the boss's playstation out from it's hiding place and play with that for a few hours. The possibilities were endless in such a big building. He would find something to do. He would find... Ted stopped his walking and looked through the one-way glass, and saw was suprised to find some one staring back. The woman or girl looking back at him definetly wasn't a doctor. He knew everyone in the building. And he had never seen her before. Ted's mind raced and his head spun with adrenaline. A break in? Had some one broken into the lab? He was frantic for several seconds until he realized that most robbers would not be dressed so sparsly. And then a deep feeling of unease set into his gut and he realized that the girl was staring directly at him. Was that possible? The glass was one way. He could see her but she should not be able to see him. The two stared at one another for several minutes, and then realization crept through Ted's veins as he realized that the girl staring back at him had always been there. He had never seen her stand up. She was always lying down, plugged into machines. The technicians had little hope for her. She hadn't been very lively. And now she was standing, breathing. I have to call someone, Ted thought to himself, and without a second thought, sprinted away.



Esaul	Feb 26 2008, 04:04 PM Post #10
Administrator Posts: 909 Group: Admin Member #1 Joined: November 15, 2007	626 continued to look at her reflection for several minutes. It did not dawn on her that it was herself. How could she? This was her first time experiencing life. Everything was new to her. When she stared at herself, it was as if someone was watching her. And yet, no one was there. Only her. Her left hand stretched out in front of her. She expected to feel the person in front of her. Slowly she started to walk, taking one step at a time. She stumbled the first few times before mastering the rhythm of walking. What was her purpose? Why was she here? 626 felt so otiose. Crash. 626 fell to the ground and ululated loudly. Such a strange sensation went through her bodies. It wasn't as pleasant as breathing. It felt so strange, so bizzare. What was the word to describe it? It seemed as if she knew nothing, at the same time she knew more than any mere man. Her artifical eyes scanned the area, observing everything. As she stood up again, she winced. When 626 looked into the one way mirror once more she saw shards of glass sticking out of her body. She did not think anything about it at first. Then she took a piece out, it went at least an inch into her. When the third, then forth piece came out the door flew open and she spun around.



la-vida-loca	Feb 26 2008, 04:49 PM Post #11
Corruption Abounds, Holla Homey!!! Posts: 1,709 Group: Elite Members Member #13 Joined: December 3, 2007	Ted stared in awe. The experiment stared back at him, black blood sliding from her wounds. He looked at the broken glass and realized what had happened while he was gone. The poor thing! She must be in so much pain. Ted took a tentative step forward. "Hello," he started, and the girl tilted her head to the side. Did she understand english? Ted hadn't thought of that. He hesitated. "I'm Ted." he said slowly, and waited. The girl just stared. Ted wondered how long it would take for the technician he had called to arrive. He hoped soon. This was amazing, and the word of a janitor in the world of science wasn't worth much. He needed a scientific witness. The girl tilted her head again, in the other direction. He smiled at her. Seconds later, she smiled back. ------------ 626 stared in awe of the creature before her. He was on the shorter side, and was missing hair on the top of his head. He looked a bit older as well. She had never seen anything so strange. He seemed like her but she could not be sure they were the same being. And he looked much different. Where she was skinny and tall, he was chubby and about an inch shorter than her. Where her hair was a near-black shade of brown, his was more chestnut. And he seemed to be lacking peices of anatomy that she possessed. So they were different. And this creature was wearing clothes. He spoke jumbled words to her, but she understood them. A greeting and formal introduction. As he stared she moved her tongue in her mouth, trying to mimic the movements of his mouth that had made the intriquing sounds. And then the creature did a most pecular thing. His lips pulled back into a smile. 626 stared in awe. Could she do that? She tried, testing her muscles. Yes, she could. She smiled back at the odd specimen. He flinched. 626 stopped smiling and glared. What was this creature doing? Just standing. 626 looked beyond him. The door was still open. Beyond it was blackness. But 626 was not afraid of blackness. She had been living in it for a while. The lack of light registered as a comfort to her, and she took several steps forward, testing her balance, before breaking out into a run. ------------------------- The girl glared and charged. Ted nearly jumped out of his skin. What did he do now? She was heading right for him. Was she dangerous? Frantically Ted realized he had no idea. What did she want with him? All he had said was hi! No, he realized. She didn't want him. She was running for the door. That's good. No it wasn't! Ted quickly jumped in her way. He could not let this experiment leave. Ted braced himself for impact and was suprised when he fell to the floor, the wind knocked from his lungs. The still bleeding specimen looked down at him in either shock or frustration. He felt as though he could read her mind in his dizzyness. Her eyes glared at him. They said, "why did you do that?". Then something registered in her eyes. Without hesitation, Ted rolled away. If she could plow him to the ground, he did not want to know what else she could do. But he had to keep her in the room! Ted looked around. There the experiment was, still standing where she had been seconds before. ------------------------ The strange being had clothes. 626 needed those, didn't she? The thought of clothing completely drove out the anger she had felt at his blocking her path. In fact, it blocked out everything she had just been thinking of. She needed what the strange thing was wearing. He wriggled away as she reached down. Frustration beat into her bloodstream. Without a second thought, she reached down and yanked Ted to his feet, tearing his flannel shirt right off of his torso. She stared at the peice of ruined clothing, and dropped it. What she had on would have to do for now. 626 turned to the mystery that lay beyond the open door. She walked out and into the darkness of the hall as silent whimpers of pain filled the room. --------------------- Ted leaned against the wall as the experiment walked out, panting slightly. His shoulders hurt and throbbed. His torn jacket lay in the middle of the floor while his shoulders darkened the white walls with his blood. Whether she had meant to or not, she had torn Ted's skin when she had ripped his jacket. He did not want to find out if she had done it on purpose. He did not want to move. This experiment was on the basement floor. That meant it was top secret. That meant it was dangerous. Even if the experiment itself didn't realize it. ----------



Esaul	Jun 16 2009, 08:00 PM Post #12
Administrator Posts: 909 Group: Admin Member #1 Joined: November 15, 2007	And there was no way that this would go unnoticed. The only thought in Ted's mind was call for help. Certainly, he was not going to go after the experiment. That was just out of the question. She was dangerous. He felt foolish for not noticing it before. He wondered if he was going to get reprimanded for this. It wasn't like it was his fault that she started to walk, and injured him. Taking a piece of the jacket, he was able to cover up some of the wound she inflicted. Since they were in the basement, she had that one level above to get to, then she would be outside. At least she doesn't possess a sense of direction. That worried him. Ted's heart dropped to his stomach. Someone like that entering the streets? He shuddered at the thought. *** For the first time in her existence, she was able to see more than just her prison. 626 was able to move freely wherever she wanted. No one was going to stop her, like that man had tried. The only thing she had to do now was find her way out. Everything pretty much looked the same to her. There were different rooms, like the one she was in, with the one way mirror. They each had the similar object that prevented people from getting out, but it had allowed that man to come in. Maybe one of them would allow her to leave? Or maybe there was no exit at all. Maybe everyone lived in this place. Maybe this was what their whole kind dwelled in. The want and desire for more knowledge continued to grew. Left. Right. Left. Right. She mastered the task of walking. Maybe there was more to walking than what she experienced. She tried to move her legs faster. Her whole body moved along with this pace. It was a little wobbly for her, but the concept of it seemed so simply.



la-vida-loca	Jul 24 2009, 01:46 PM Post #13
Corruption Abounds, Holla Homey!!! Posts: 1,709 Group: Elite Members Member #13 Joined: December 3, 2007	hey can we start a new one, i'm kinda not digging this one as much as i used to. only let's make this one a proper story, shall we? on a new thready thingy. you wanna start or should i? ^_^



Esaul	Jul 24 2009, 02:08 PM Post #14
Administrator Posts: 909 Group: Admin Member #1 Joined: November 15, 2007	Can you please? I don't have enough energy to. I'm too irritated with my pc



la-vida-loca	Jul 24 2009, 02:30 PM Post #15
Corruption Abounds, Holla Homey!!! Posts: 1,709 Group: Elite Members Member #13 Joined: December 3, 2007	lol okie, works for me. hope you fix that pc soon.


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