Post by Lacey Cadavre on Jan 17, 2008 10:35:53 GMT -5
"Heartbeat is rising, beginning anti-stasis..."
"Bring her out of it..."
A click is heard, followed by a hum, all heard by the two men on the outside of the glass cylinder, looking at the nude woman suspended before them. The dark hair, not tied back, flowing freely, strands every now and again flowing in front of her face, tattoos darkened and glistening in the mix. A push of a button starts releasing her from her suspended animation, slowly sinking her down to her knees before their very eyes. Her eyes, closed, breathing, while light, was starting to pick up. Lacey hadn't taken to the "improvement" with utter kindness, but it was an absolute success. Her body almost seemed to reject it slightly, but soon, seemed to embrace it. God only knows the physical stress added to the already straining procedure that the young woman endured.
"100ccs...."
The two engineers/physicians communication bounces back and forth, the IV in Lacey's arm becoming active, presenting her with some drugs to bring her out of her unconsciousness. Given the situation she was in moments into the process, the men agreed security wasn't necessary, as they only get in the way, and as the girl herself should be recovering for well over a week, may even be days before she's cautious. A rush of air opens the door in front of her, watching her naked body drape out slightly. Nodding to each other, the two men approach, grasping her underneath each shoulder. Above in a control room, the single tech has been joined by one huge, demi-god presence, witnessing the event unfold before his eyes. With a grunt, the two men lift the nearly 150 lb muscular, despite her lean body, woman from the cylinder. She's brought to nearly her feet, to be removed from the door when suddenly her ice blue eyes explode open, her immediate reflex fires a vicious backhand punch into the jaw/neck area of the man to her left, cruelly twisting his head and bouncing it off of the cylinder, leaving a spiderweb crack. The other man tries to grasp at his taser in a panic, but a knee to the groin and a headbutt to the nose deter him from that kneejerk reaction. He falls off of the steps as a naked Lacey breathes heavily, turning her attention to the first man she struck, grabbing him by the collar and around his throat. The young woman was crazed, slamming him face first into the cylinder again, then dropping him head first in the doorway of the cylinder, repeatedly starting to slam the thick glass door into his head, watching blood trickle down ruthlessly. One final swing, and the man stops moving, not even seeing the movement of his breathes of life from him anymore. Her head snaps towards the other man, scrambling away, calling for security through clenched teeth. She stalks him, briskly walking over and grabbing him from the microphone with a yelp, slamming him in the control panel before dropping him to his knees, sadistically smiling as he begs for mercy.
"Like me, that is for GOD to decide..."
She grabs him by the back as he tries to scramble away, lifting his upper torso from his hands on the ground and wrapping his neck in a Dragon Sleeper, planting one knee into the small of his back. Her other foot keeps her balanced, gives her tension to force onto his gasping, screaming body. Choking the very life from him, before finally, twisting, feeling the succession of popping vertebrae in his neck. Piercing into the spinal cord. All motion ceases from the man, falling face first after being released following another twist. His eyes are wide, the pupils narrow, blood starts trickling from his mouth slowly after the head finally comes to a rest from violently bouncing off of the cold floor. Her lips twist in a sadistic smile, glaring at her own hands, the murder weapons. A door hisses air, starting to slide open, her piercing blue gaze follows it, with her fists clenching. She's disrobed, and unarmed, but, as can be seen by this scene, weaponry obviously isn't necessary for what could be coming through the door...
"Bring her out of it..."
A click is heard, followed by a hum, all heard by the two men on the outside of the glass cylinder, looking at the nude woman suspended before them. The dark hair, not tied back, flowing freely, strands every now and again flowing in front of her face, tattoos darkened and glistening in the mix. A push of a button starts releasing her from her suspended animation, slowly sinking her down to her knees before their very eyes. Her eyes, closed, breathing, while light, was starting to pick up. Lacey hadn't taken to the "improvement" with utter kindness, but it was an absolute success. Her body almost seemed to reject it slightly, but soon, seemed to embrace it. God only knows the physical stress added to the already straining procedure that the young woman endured.
"100ccs...."
The two engineers/physicians communication bounces back and forth, the IV in Lacey's arm becoming active, presenting her with some drugs to bring her out of her unconsciousness. Given the situation she was in moments into the process, the men agreed security wasn't necessary, as they only get in the way, and as the girl herself should be recovering for well over a week, may even be days before she's cautious. A rush of air opens the door in front of her, watching her naked body drape out slightly. Nodding to each other, the two men approach, grasping her underneath each shoulder. Above in a control room, the single tech has been joined by one huge, demi-god presence, witnessing the event unfold before his eyes. With a grunt, the two men lift the nearly 150 lb muscular, despite her lean body, woman from the cylinder. She's brought to nearly her feet, to be removed from the door when suddenly her ice blue eyes explode open, her immediate reflex fires a vicious backhand punch into the jaw/neck area of the man to her left, cruelly twisting his head and bouncing it off of the cylinder, leaving a spiderweb crack. The other man tries to grasp at his taser in a panic, but a knee to the groin and a headbutt to the nose deter him from that kneejerk reaction. He falls off of the steps as a naked Lacey breathes heavily, turning her attention to the first man she struck, grabbing him by the collar and around his throat. The young woman was crazed, slamming him face first into the cylinder again, then dropping him head first in the doorway of the cylinder, repeatedly starting to slam the thick glass door into his head, watching blood trickle down ruthlessly. One final swing, and the man stops moving, not even seeing the movement of his breathes of life from him anymore. Her head snaps towards the other man, scrambling away, calling for security through clenched teeth. She stalks him, briskly walking over and grabbing him from the microphone with a yelp, slamming him in the control panel before dropping him to his knees, sadistically smiling as he begs for mercy.
"Like me, that is for GOD to decide..."
She grabs him by the back as he tries to scramble away, lifting his upper torso from his hands on the ground and wrapping his neck in a Dragon Sleeper, planting one knee into the small of his back. Her other foot keeps her balanced, gives her tension to force onto his gasping, screaming body. Choking the very life from him, before finally, twisting, feeling the succession of popping vertebrae in his neck. Piercing into the spinal cord. All motion ceases from the man, falling face first after being released following another twist. His eyes are wide, the pupils narrow, blood starts trickling from his mouth slowly after the head finally comes to a rest from violently bouncing off of the cold floor. Her lips twist in a sadistic smile, glaring at her own hands, the murder weapons. A door hisses air, starting to slide open, her piercing blue gaze follows it, with her fists clenching. She's disrobed, and unarmed, but, as can be seen by this scene, weaponry obviously isn't necessary for what could be coming through the door...
