Tohunga (Sep 25, 2010 7:18:11 PM)
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Isabel Ross (Sep 25, 2010 7:18:23 PM)
(This user has entered Somewhere, some time and in trouble...) (IP = 71.61.30.206)

Tohunga (Sep 25, 2010 7:18:56 PM)
(give me her nightly routine before she goes to sleep, what she wears and some lead in)

Isabel Ross (Sep 25, 2010 7:23:35 PM)
*Isabel is in her apartment, the door locked tight to the outside world. The tv drones int he background, and Cagney, her ginger tabby, is curled up in the middle of her bed. In the bathroom, Isabel has her supplies arrayed out on the counter... gauze, ointments, medical tape, antiseptics. The discarded dressings sit in a heap. Her hair is up in a loose braid as she studies her reflection. The burns are mostly healed, settling into an ugly patchwork of gnarled scars and grafts. She makes a face, and sets about swathing the offending tissue in layers of clean white cloth*

Isabel Ross (Sep 25, 2010 7:26:13 PM)
*The unpleasant chore done, she pulls on a pair of boxers and a well-loved Loyola T-shirt. She pads barefoot to the kitchenette, and pours herself a nightcap*

Isabel Ross (Sep 25, 2010 7:29:32 PM)
*She sips at her drink, listlessly watching the news. It doesn't really hold her attention, nor can she focus on the half-done crossword puzzle she picks up. The apartment is small - even a detective doesn't make that much money - and it is suffering from indifferent housekeeping. There are few fragile knick-knacks left - but a collection of broken objects are stashed in a cardboard box.*

Isabel Ross (Sep 25, 2010 7:31:25 PM)
*With a sigh, she turns off the set and lights. She heads to her bedroom illuminated only by streetlamps filtering through the blinds*

Isabel Ross (Sep 25, 2010 7:32:58 PM)
Hey, Lardbutt, share. *She picks up the cat, depositing her at the foot of the bed. Cagney promptly reclaims her preferred spot, just in time to make it inconvenient for Iz*

Isabel Ross (Sep 25, 2010 7:34:48 PM)
*She pulls the covers up over her head, waiting for sleep to kick in*

Isabel Ross (Sep 25, 2010 7:38:01 PM)
*Zzzz*

Tohunga (Sep 25, 2010 7:38:28 PM)
Sleep comes swiftly and she loses herself to it, the nightmares don't come tonight, they don't have time to. Only about an hour later shes woken by her cut rustling about and then moving to jump off suddenly. Then a duo of hands moves to hold her shoulders and then a damp rag is pressed over her mouth and nose...

Isabel Ross (Sep 25, 2010 7:39:43 PM)
Mmmph... *Isabel is up quickly, and reacts like a startled wildcat - clawing and punching at the assailant*

Tohunga (Sep 25, 2010 7:43:43 PM)
(sorry, someone at the door, give me a sec)

Tohunga (Sep 25, 2010 7:51:06 PM)
(okay, back)

Tohunga (Sep 25, 2010 7:52:14 PM)
As she tries to get up, she receives a jolt of surprise at how effective these people are in stopping her from doing ANYTHING. With all her training and the chloroform which is starting to hit her, she has the realisation that shes in a lot of trouble.

Isabel Ross (Sep 25, 2010 7:54:24 PM)
*She bites her cheek, to use the pain to help burn up the dope - even so, her strikes grow clumsy, then weak*

Isabel Ross (Sep 25, 2010 7:56:50 PM)
*And then they stop altogether, as she is swallowed by the sweet-scented fog*

Tohunga (Sep 25, 2010 7:57:26 PM)
She feels herself losing consciousness and she has no idea how long she has been out when she feels herself groggily awakening. Theres a black cloth constraint which is wrapped from one end of her head to the other, stopping beneath her jaw. It seems to go down onto the table on either side of her and is not only very effective in stopping her from seeing anything but also from moving her head. Whats worse, she has her hands and legs bound and her whole body seems drugged, finding it difficult to even think about moving, as though shes residing in a body that is not truly her own.

Isabel Ross (Sep 25, 2010 7:58:39 PM)
((It covers her eyes?))

Tohunga (Sep 25, 2010 7:59:55 PM)
(yeah, and her entire head, including her mouth, though she will be able to breath through it

Isabel Ross (Sep 25, 2010 8:00:45 PM)
*Isabel struggles to return to consciousness, finding herself disoriented. She tries to open her eyes... to test the restraints... but is stymied by her unresponsive muscles.*

Tohunga (Sep 25, 2010 8:02:07 PM)
She hears a woman's voice as she lies there struggling with herself. "The woman is waking." A man's grunt sounding. "Nevermind her, she will not be able to do a thing while we complete this operation." Operation?!

Isabel Ross (Sep 25, 2010 8:03:47 PM)
*She tries again, stubbornly pitching herself against the fog to pull at the restraints... to will her muscles to fight*

Tohunga (Sep 25, 2010 8:05:30 PM)
"Gives her another sedation." The mans voice and she feels herself slipping away as she feels them working upon her body, it being invaded against her own will.

Isabel Ross (Sep 25, 2010 8:07:18 PM)
*Her mind batters against the walls of her skull, like a panicked moth trapped in a jar, before she is once again swallowed up*

Tohunga (Sep 25, 2010 8:09:04 PM)
Her next conscious thoughts are that of pain, all consuming pain. Her thoughts and mind getting buried amidst the torture that her body is afflicting upon her. It feels at first like she is burning alive and then the next as though surges of electricity are pulsing through her. "Healing ..."

Isabel Ross (Sep 25, 2010 8:10:10 PM)
*She lets out an involuntary whimper beneath the onslaught of pain*

Tohunga (Sep 25, 2010 8:13:56 PM)
Her body begins to thrash against her control, losing herself to pain. She has no idea how long it lasts ... but it certainly -feels- like forever. Then a sensation like a cold shower runs over her, cooling and calming and its like ... better than any orgasm or pleasure in the past after all that excrutiating pain.

Isabel Ross (Sep 25, 2010 8:15:06 PM)
*When it -finally- stops, she goes limp.... too exhausted and overwhelmed for much more*

Tohunga (Sep 25, 2010 8:19:01 PM)
She feels what is akin to a needle being pushed into her leg, her leg she realises only after feeling the needle - that its above her, held up above her body. Experiments and surgery, kidnapping? A voice murmuring. "Subject displays touches of deviant nature but yet seems to not be one. Initial tests have failed to create deviant results...."

Isabel Ross (Sep 25, 2010 8:20:54 PM)
*She starts to test her muscles, but stops herself - soon enough? She's not sure, not through the dull edge of drugs and over-stimulation. Maybe it is better to play dead...*

Tohunga (Sep 25, 2010 8:23:48 PM)
The voice continues. "Samples collected. All indications are that Ms Isabel Ross was involved in the fatal events but not the cause, reports were incorrect. The woman is not a deviant." The voice quiet and cool, as though its dictating this into something and she feels the needle invading her body again at another point, shes strapped up in some horrific way, starting to realise that shes naked other than all the restraints and black mask/veil holding her.

Isabel Ross (Sep 25, 2010 8:25:33 PM)
*She's awake enough to feel the needle... so she tries not to recoil from it. She tries, but there's no hiding the shift as muscles tense*

Tohunga (Sep 25, 2010 8:28:39 PM)
"Involuntary reflexes, woman is awakening. Conditioning, despite not being deviant the woman has been touched and will make a worthwhile addition to our staff with FBI backgrounds. The surgery a complete success, health and tag." The needle plunged once more into her body and she feels herself getting dopey again as the pain and confusion makes her into a barely lucid state. Conditioning? Whatever it is, this doesn't sound ...good.

Isabel Ross (Sep 25, 2010 8:31:16 PM)
*No, no, she knows what this is - she'd heard the warnings. "Technos." They didn't know she had been a psychic, once... but that didn't seem like it would be a pass. She just had to focus. Try and focus... but it was... so... *

Tohunga (Sep 25, 2010 8:35:01 PM)
She feels her body being taken from the constraints but its like being a puppet, a body getting tossed about and tied up, hands and legs getting tied at a single point behind her so shes stretched back into a rather undignified and horrible efficient position for keeping her trapped. The last thing she hears as she starts to feel motion is "Initial subject failure, hopes that the next may be better."

Isabel Ross (Sep 25, 2010 8:36:40 PM)
*In her head, she tries to snatch at the flickers of memory. What all had Craig said about them? Her brain moved sluggishly, forgetting what it was so important that she remember. Something about a tag? She remembered, with sudden, vivid clarity, a cardboard tag hanging from a pallid toe... it was the smell, she remembered that smell as if it were right there. Medicinal, cold.... she's shoved back to reality as her body is wrangled to a new humiliation*

Tohunga (Sep 25, 2010 8:37:55 PM)
She is pushed into something, transportation and then the sounds of a door slamming. Was that a car or van door? Yes, yes! It was! Some sense of where she is. She's being transported somewhere else.

Isabel Ross (Sep 25, 2010 8:38:34 PM)
*Failure? Where was she going? She strains to hear - sounds of the city? SOunds of anything?*

Tohunga (Sep 25, 2010 8:41:39 PM)
As shes focusing, she hears the vehicles engine start and then begin driving off. Then in her mind, she hears a voice, an old man's voice that she both dislikes now and yet ... hearing it in such a horrible and foreign location is the most heavenly thing she has ever heard in her life. "Child, be ready when I tell you to be."

Isabel Ross (Sep 25, 2010 8:43:18 PM)
*She clings to the mental presence - something solid, at least. Or a delusion. But it seems reassuring enough, right now*

Tohunga (Sep 25, 2010 8:44:28 PM)
"Isabel, you can not let the others know what has happened here just yet, it would cause panic, massive fears, the children are not ready for the horror which awaits them. Do you understand?" His voice continuing, something to cling to while she is being transported.

Isabel Ross (Sep 25, 2010 8:45:43 PM)
*But these are the bad guys? She can't even say anything if she is a prisoner... she doesn't know what's going to happen, but it looms in her mind - a fire-ringed void of fear*

Tohunga (Sep 25, 2010 8:47:39 PM)
"They are. They are the enemy but the children still need more time. Focus, focus on that fire. You can do it child, focus. I will not let them take you." The feeling of the car rising up something, a bridge?

Isabel Ross (Sep 25, 2010 8:48:22 PM)
*But they think I'm normal. If I'm not normal, they'll kill me. I want to go home...*

Tohunga (Sep 25, 2010 8:49:20 PM)
"We will get you home. But they will not let you go home, they are taking you ... to make you one of their own. If you came home after that ... you would be against all those who you now call friend."

Isabel Ross (Sep 25, 2010 8:49:56 PM)
*But they... -no-. If I act, they'll know. ANd they'll kill me....*

Tohunga (Sep 25, 2010 8:50:59 PM)
"And that... is why I will act. Soon." She feels the voice leave her, the presence gone, leaving her to her position, a trapped animal bound and being freighted off for readjustment...

Isabel Ross (Sep 25, 2010 8:52:33 PM)
*She whimpers again, tears welling up beneath the mask. She tries in vain to listen once more*

Tohunga (Sep 25, 2010 8:53:46 PM)
"What the?" Its the only warning she has before the van shifts violently, screeching of tires as though the driver is trying to avoid something. Then theres the horrific sound of vehicle and barrier colliding and then she feels the terrifying sensation of free fall...

Isabel Ross (Sep 25, 2010 8:54:33 PM)
*She struggles - pulling against her restraints. Survival instincts compell her to ignore the fog*

Tohunga (Sep 25, 2010 8:55:53 PM)
Theres the violent sound of water smacking into the vehicles nose, glass shattering and the water pours out with such a force that the back doors of the van are blown open, Isabel thrown out, still bound by the restraints. Water all about, she has no idea where she is, how far under water she is, but she has the realisation that unless something comes to her soon that she is about to drown....

Isabel Ross (Sep 25, 2010 8:57:01 PM)
*She squirms, trying to get a hand or leg free... but there isn't time. She tries to contort herself, to find a bouyant position*

Tohunga (Sep 25, 2010 8:57:27 PM)
The voice comes to her as she starts to suck in water, the sensation not pleasant, infact it BURNS. Along with the voice that invades her voice, it is pushing her towards desperation. "Focus, FIRE. FIRE! Call upon your gift, call upon your power, bring it out!"

Isabel Ross (Sep 25, 2010 8:58:05 PM)
*She grabs at the fire... or at least the place where the fire had lived...*

Tohunga (Sep 25, 2010 8:59:21 PM)
She doesn't reach it at first, but then as she sucks in another breath of water, she feels a curious sensation and perhaps she might begin to grin as she feels the water inside her and about her begin to bubble... to boil.

Isabel Ross (Sep 25, 2010 9:00:49 PM)
*She holds onto the fire. Warm water rises, doesn't it? She needs to get to the surface....*

Tohunga (Sep 25, 2010 9:03:03 PM)
"Focus on your bindings child?" Air coming to her lungs, scalding and almost impossibly hot, but its -air-. And she realises its the air from the very water in her body that she has been boiling.

Tohunga (Sep 25, 2010 9:03:09 PM)
(the ? is an !)

Isabel Ross (Sep 25, 2010 9:04:13 PM)
*She flings her attention to her pinioned limbs, not just the fire, but its sister gift.... ripping and pulling at them with her mind*

Tohunga (Sep 25, 2010 9:05:33 PM)
Much to her surprise the fire comes at her beck and call, in this most horrifying and life threatening time and with having had nothing for days now, feeling the bindings begin to melt and burn and her limbs becoming free is the most exciting and pleasurable thing she has ever experienced. She might survive this yet!

Isabel Ross (Sep 25, 2010 9:06:50 PM)
*Elation is brief - she can't stop fighting yet. She kicks, struggling to swim up. Up is all that matters right now - up, and air, and life*

Tohunga (Sep 25, 2010 9:08:27 PM)
She has no idea how far down she is but as she begins to kick the fire begins to abate and she has only herself to rise, but then the surface and her head and shoulders clear for a moment, air. Normal .... everyday air.

Isabel Ross (Sep 25, 2010 9:09:27 PM)
*SHe lets out a primal cry of triumph, between gasping and sputtering. Air. Air is life.*

Isabel Ross (Sep 25, 2010 9:10:47 PM)
*Treading water, she scrabbles at the blinding mask... pulling it off so she can breathe freely, and finally see*

Tohunga (Sep 25, 2010 9:10:58 PM)
Now that shes up there, she honestly feels like vomiting, the water invading her lungs and the horror of everything. Much to her surprise as she looks around, she realises shes only about a hundred feet from shore, small blessings.

Isabel Ross (Sep 25, 2010 9:12:04 PM)
*Small blessings, indeed. She rolls to her side, taking the easiest stroke to cross the distance*

Tohunga (Sep 25, 2010 9:13:39 PM)
Its not till she gets to the shore, naked that her body betrays her and she spends the next five minutes struggling with her heaving stomach.

Isabel Ross (Sep 25, 2010 9:14:54 PM)
*She huddles on the ground, dry-heaving even after her stomach has emptied itself.*

Tohunga (Sep 25, 2010 9:16:53 PM)
Its not until she finishes dry heaving and starts to get up and move to try to look to the world and getting out of here and away ... that she will realise something. Her scars, her wounds, her pains ... they have gone. She is -whole-, healthy.

Isabel Ross (Sep 25, 2010 9:17:58 PM)
*Finally, she pushes her sodden hair back to numbly assess her situation*

Tohunga (Sep 25, 2010 9:19:09 PM)
Somewhere on the outskirts of New Orleans, in the industrial areas, she has several touches of muck and industrial waste from the water upon her skin. Thank god its summer, otherwise she'd be horribly cold and in pain right now.

Isabel Ross (Sep 25, 2010 9:20:17 PM)
*She slicks the waste off as best she can, but bare hands are not particuarly effective. She needs some kind of clothing, and transportation...*

Tohunga (Sep 25, 2010 9:21:21 PM)
As shes thinking about that, she notices a small red car pull up upon the road, theres a horn toot but no one gets out.

Isabel Ross (Sep 25, 2010 9:21:53 PM)
*She slinks towards the shadows, squinting up at the car*

Tohunga (Sep 25, 2010 9:23:20 PM)
The horn toots again, the car waiting expectly upon the industrial roading.

Isabel Ross (Sep 25, 2010 9:24:41 PM)
*She pads closer to investigate... trying to not be -too- visible*

Tohunga (Sep 25, 2010 9:27:02 PM)
As she gets closer, she sees a familiar face and figure looking from the small car. Its Pa.

Isabel Ross (Sep 25, 2010 9:27:35 PM)
*She wraps her arms around herself, and approaches*

Tohunga (Sep 25, 2010 9:29:05 PM)
The door clicks and moves to open as she draws closer, upon the passenger seat she sees an old looking frock, though its not an elderly womans, it just appears to have not been worn for quite some time.

Isabel Ross (Sep 25, 2010 9:30:21 PM)
*She snags the dress, pulling it on in haste. She doesn't care about style right now*

Tohunga (Sep 25, 2010 9:30:59 PM)
"Get in Isabel, I'm taking you to a friends ... you need to be with people now, company." Waiting for her to get in.

Isabel Ross (Sep 25, 2010 9:31:16 PM)
I need to go home. I'm filthy....

Tohunga (Sep 25, 2010 9:31:57 PM)
"Your home isn't safe yet, bugged. Give me till tomorrow to resolve it." He pats the seat, waiting for her to get in and drive her off.

Isabel Ross (Sep 25, 2010 9:32:50 PM)
*She sinks into the car, too exhausted to argue*

Tohunga (Sep 25, 2010 9:34:17 PM)
And so he begins to drive off, though he does look over at her from time to time and she has sense that without this old man, she would never be here. The car ride rather lost to her exhaustion and trying to come to terms with everything that has happened. Her hair still wet when the arrive at their destination...

Tohunga (Sep 25, 2010 9:34:20 PM)
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Isabel Ross (Sep 25, 2010 9:34:57 PM)
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