Darkest Creations

Character Survey of Doom : Grey

2009-06-09T02:34:58Z

Body and Appearance
1. Describe the character's height and build. Is he heavyset, thin, short, rangy? Grey is 6'2", so he's a pretty tall guy. He's not a weight lifter or anything like that, but he prefers to keep himself fairly in shape. He just barely falls under medium frame, leaning towards large.

2. How old is he? 30.

3. Describe his posture. Does he carry himself well or does he slouch? Grey carries himself well. He's pretty confident and sure of himself and it's obvious.

4. How is his health? Is he fit or out of shape? Any illnesses or conditions? Any physical disabilities? He's pretty healthy (aside from when he gets into the wrong drugs or fails to obtain adequate sleep or nutrition for a while) and tries to keep himself fit. No illnesses or conditions. I suppose you might consider his missing arm a physical disability... if it weren't for the fact that he's rebuilt himself a cybernetic one.

5. How does he move? Is he clumsy, graceful, tense, fluid? This can vary wildly. Typically he's fairly fluid in his movements, though if he isn't paying attention and has his head in the clouds (which is... pretty often), he might end up with a few clumsy moves. If he's angered, irritated, or unnerved in some way, his movements become a lot more tense. There are times where his movements may taken on an almost robotic/mechanical look... which could either be a result of anger/irritation/being unnerved, or for reasons that no one seems to know. Including his mun.

6. How attractive is this character physically? How does he perceive himself in the mirror? ...I guess he's okay? You're asking the lesbian, here. Okay, okay, I can appreciate a good looking guy. He's... not bad I guess? As far as how he percieves himself... he doesn't really think about it. It just kind of doesn't even cross his mind. He doesn't care.

7. Describe his complexion. Dark, light, clear, scarred? ...He doesn't get very much sunlight, so he's pretty light. Clear. He's got a few scars here and there, but most aren't overly visible. He might have a little bit of stubble if he hasn't bothered to shave in a day or two.

8. Describe his hair: color, texture, style. His hair is brown with a few whisps of white towards the bangs on the left. Texture...? Seriously? I don't feel my pups hair. That's just weird. ...I have no idea how to describe the style. It's... fairly short? Not super short, but... short...ish.

9. What color are his eyes? The right is a medium brown and the left is a pale blue with some faded brown in it here and there.

10. Does the character have any other noteworthy features? He has a few marks on him from the Things, but they probably aren't overly noticeable.

11. What are his chief tension centers? Um. What? Uh... providing this means what I think, shoulders. Maybe a bit in the neck and back too.

12. What is the character's wardrobe like? Casual, dressy, utilitarian? Bright colors, pastels, neutrals? Is it varied, or does he have six of the same suit? Ahaha. Grey is rarely seen outside of work clothes. Lab coat, slacks with a belt, untucked button up shirt, shoes, and a tie. He has different pairs of pants, shirts, ties etc, but yeah. He does also have some 'normal' clothing which he can occasionally be seen wearing. In winter he might wear sweaters here and there, otherwise his 'normal' clothes typically aren't that much different from his work clothes... just toss the tie and lab coat! Grey tends to wear neutral colors.

13. Do his clothes fit well? Does he seem comfortable in them? Pretty well, yeah. He prefers them a little loose... nothing crazy, though. Just not tight. He seems pretty comfortable in them and he is pretty comfortable in them.

14. Does he dress the same on the job as he does in his free time? If not, what are the differences? Ahaha. Most of the time, yes. Or, rather, he dresses the same in his free time as he does on the job.

15. You knew it was coming: Boxers, briefs or commando? Boxers.

Speech
1. What does this character's voice sound like? High-pitched, deep, hoarse? Fairly deep, I guess. Not too deep, but definitely not high either. His voice tends go a good bit higher (not to the point of being girly or really weird) when he's talking in a certain manner, like greeting someone cheerfully ("Hullo!" anyone?) or just generally being cheerful/excitable. It can fluctate pretty impressively depending on things.

2. How does he normally speak? Loud, soft, fast, evenly? Does he talk easily, or does he hesitate? He ranges from a little loud to 'way too loud' and evenly to 'really fast'. He talks pretty easily usually, unless he's a little unsure of a situation or confused.

3. Does the character have a distinct accent or dialect? Any individual quirks of pronunciation? Any, like, you know, verbal tics? Not really, I don't think? No idea. ...He clicks his tongue sometimes? Probably more frequently than most?

4. What language/s does he speak, and with how much fluency? The only two languages he speaks fluently are English and Japanese.

5. Does he switch languages or dialects in certain situations? Well... yeah. If he's in the Nexus he typically uses English. When he lived in Japan he typically spoke... well... Japanese outside of the house.

6. Is he a good impromptu speaker, or does he have to think about his words? Grey? Think before he speaks? He's pretty impulsive, so whatever comes out comes out.

7. Is he eloquent or inarticulate? Under what circumstances might this change? He's typically very eloquent. Get him angry enough (it's not hard, really) and that could definitely change.

Mental and Emotional
1. How intelligent is this character? Is he book-smart or street-smart? Grey is a genius, so... I'd say he's pretty smart? ...I'd say he leans considerably more towards book-smart.

2. Does he think on his feet, or does he need time to deliberate? Grey can be very good at thinking on his feet. He's very impulsive, so I guess he has to be. Of course, there are also quite a few times where he gets himself into a really bad situation. If he's going for something like 'plotting revenge' (especially against a formidable foe), he typically prefers to take his time and deliberate... assuming anger doesn't cause him to act impulsively instead.

3. Describe the character's thought process. Is he more logical, or more intuitive? Idealistic or practical? Way more logical and practical.

4. What kind of education has the character had? He just barely managed to graduate high school. Seriously, most his grades sucked. After that, he began working at his father's research facility full time, though he'd been working part-time there since he was about fifteen.

5. What are his areas of expertise? What, if anything, is he interested in learning more about? Physical human enhancement through the use of drugs, synthetic materials (cybernetics, for instance), and gene manipulation. Grey is interesting in learning more about all kinds of scientific things, really. ~SCIENCE!~.

6. Is he an introvert or an extrovert? Definitely an introvert.

7. Describe the character's temperament. Is he even-tempered or does he have mood swings? Cheerful or melancholy? Laid-back or driven? Ahaha, oh man, mood-swings galore. Grey can be pretty cheerful when things are going his way and he's having a good day. Unfortunately for him, that is rare the case in the Nexus... since everyone hates him. SO, he tends to come off grumpy and irritable more often than not.

8. How does he respond to new people or situations? Is he suspicious, relaxed, timid, enthusiastic? Indifferent or enthusiastic, usually.

9. Is he more likely to act, or to react? React!

10. Which is his default: fight or flight? ...Definitely fight.

11. Describe the character's sense of humor. Does he appreciate jokes? Puns? Gallows humor? Bathroom humor? Pranks? Grey has a pretty good sense of humor! He can appreciate certain jokes... he'll even joke around himself sometimes. Though, he tends to have a rather morbid sense of humor.

12. Does the character have any diagnosable mental disorders? If yes, how does he deal with them? Uh. Is crazy a diagnosable mental disorder? ...I'd say he's a psychopath. ...He doesn't deal well.

13. What moments in this character's life have defined him as a person? Hmm. Probably...
1. The day his Mother was murdered.
2. The day he killed his Father and took over his research facility.
3. The battle to regain Althaea, very much including the explosion that took his arm.

14. What does he fear? Psychics are the only thing he really outright fears. He can't stand the thought of someone being able to read his thoughts or look into his memories and mind. He's a control freak and this makes him feel very much out of control.

15. What are his hopes or aspirations? I don't think even Grey really knows. Might change fairly frequently. He just likes to tinker.

16. What is something he doesn't want anyone to find out about him? His first name.

Relationships
1. Describe this character's relationship with his parents. Ahaha. Well. Grey was very, very close to his Mom. Definite momma's boy. His mother was really the only one who could keep him under control... she's the only one he listened to. His mother is probably the person he's come closest to genuinely 'loving'.

His father is a whole 'nother story. Grey's existance was very much an accident. His father wanted nothing to do with the resulting child. His father rarely acknowledged his existance, never once even calling him by name (until the day Grey killed him, that is.) Whenever he did acknowledge Grey, it was always negative (anger, namely) and he was often both physically and emotionally abusive to him. Grey grew up fearing and resenting his father, especially after his mother died with his father being the prime suspect in her demise.

2. Does the character have any siblings? What is/was their relationship like? No. Thank God. ...They would probably be dead if he did anyway.

3. Are there other blood relatives to whom he is close? Are there ones he can't stand? Nope.

4. Are there other, unrelated people whom he considers part of his family? What are his relationships with them? Ahaha. No.

5. Who is/was the character's best friend? How did they meet? I don't think anyone could really be labeled a best friend.

6. Does he have other close friends? ...No.

7. Does he make friends easily, or does he have trouble getting along with people? ...The latter.

8. Which does he consider more important: family or friends? N...neither? He prefers to be on his own. I think he feels that emotional ties are a weakness. Not to mention he doesn't feel certain emotions as strongly as most people, probably.

9. Is the character single, married, divorced, widowed? Has he been married more than once? SINGLE. No, he doesn't want to change that.

10. Is he currently in a romantic relationship with someone other than a spouse? Lolno.

11. Who was his first crush? Who is his latest? It's... hard to say whether Grey has ever had a crush. I'm inclined to say no, but who knows.

12. What does he look for in a romantic partner? He's not interested, so...

13. Does the character have children? Grandchildren? If yes, how does he relate to them? If no, does he want any? No, no, no, no...

14. Does he have any rivals or enemies? ...I just about peed myself laughing on this one.

15. What is the character's sexual orientation? Where does he fall on the Kinsey scale? Grey is asexual. He's not at all interested in sex or even non-sexual relationships. He'd have gotten an X on the Kinsey scale, I guess?

16. How does he feel about sex? How important is it to him? As stated, Grey is not interested in sex. His sex drive is there/existant but it isn't anywhere near at the level of your average healthy male his age. He tends to look at sex in a rather disgusted manner.

17. What are his turn-ons? Turn-offs? Weird bedroom habits? There are things that might 'hit the spot' for him in some situations, but they... aren't the types of things you'd find with most people. That's about it.

Beliefs
1. Do you know your character's astrological (zodiac of choice) sign? How well does he fit type? Yep, Aries. I should hope quite well since I chose it for that purpose.

2. Is this character religious, spiritual, both, or neither? How important are these elements in his life? Grey is about as religious/spiritual as a rock.

3. Does this character have a personal code of morals or ethics? If so, how did that begin? What would it take to compromise it? Ahaha... not... really... no.

4. How does he regard beliefs that differ from his? Is he tolerant, intolerant, curious, indifferent? Depends on what we mean by beliefs. Religious? He thinks they're all ridiculous. Scientific? Probably intolerant or curious.

5. What prejudices does he hold? Are they irrational or does he have a good reason for them? Grey is very homophobic and sexist. I suppose both probably have something to do with some aspects of his upbringing.

Daily Life
1. What is the character's financial situation? Is he rich, poor, comfortable, in debt? Rich! It's nice having rich parents... who are dead.

2. What is his social status? Has this changed over time, and if so, how has the change affected him? Uhh... I dunno? He's a scientist but... not your average 'help people with science!' type. He started off working under his father at his father's research facility and then took over the facility after working his way up and killing his father. I'd say that change probably inflated his ego even more?

3. Where does he live? House, apartment, trailer? Is his home his castle or just a place to crash? What condition is it in? Does he share it with others? House! Modest sized (small bedroom, largish living room, decent size kitchen, one bathroom.) Pretty much his place to crash I guess, he spends much more time in his lab than he does in his house. It's... messy. Not downright filthy but not very well kept either. He shares it with Spider (who sleeps on the couch).

4. Besides the basic necessities, what does he spend his money on? SCIENCE! Pretty much.

5. What does he do for a living? Is he good at it? Does he enjoy it, or would he rather be doing something else? SCIENCE! Yes. Are you kidding? He's right where he wants to be.

6. What are his interests or hobbies? How does he spend his free time? ...More science. He has a gym in his lab too, complete with a pool. He likes to swim. So, when he isn't sciencing and tinkering, one might find him in the gym. Or visiting a bar. He was rather partial to video games when he was younger and he still tinkers with those once in a blue moon.

7. What are his eating habits? Does he skip meals, eat out, drink alcohol, avoid certain foods? Grey skips meals a lot. He tries to eat fairly nutritious, but he often flat out forgets to eat while he's doing sciency things. Grey does indeed drink alcohol. More than he should.

Associations
Which of the following do you associate with the character, or which is his favorite:

1. Color? Orange.
2. Smell? ...Blood? I don't know. That's just what came to mind.
3. Time of day? Probably dusk. Mornings suck (so no dawn) and it's not so terribly bright and active outside at dusk.
4. Season? I want to say Spring. It's not as bright and hot as Summer nor as cold as winter, and everything is blooming, including the cherry blossom trees in Kyoto.
5. Book? ...No idea.
6. Music? Classical!
7. Place? Probably his lab.
8. Substance? ...I'm getting blood again. ...Wait! Clair's euphorics!
9. Plant? No idea.
10. Animal? I don't think he has one? He's not much of an animal person. I could see him having an appreciation for predators (wolves, tigers) and/or scavangers (crows, vultures).

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Everyone's doing it.

2009-03-04T02:46:10Z

Give me a current character of mine and I will list for you their:

01.) Full name?
02.) Best friend?
03.) Sexuality?
04.) Favorite color?
05.) Relationship status?
06.) Ideal mate?
07.) Turn-ons?
08.) Last sexual experience?
09.) Favorite food?
10.) Crushes?
11.) Favorite music?
12.) Biggest fear?
13.) Biggest fantasy?
14.) Quirks in bed?
15.) Bad habits?
16.) Biggest regret?
17.) Best kept secrets?
18.) Last thought?
19.) Worst sexual/romantic experience?
20.) Biggest insecurity?
21.) Childhood ambition?

Kid Stein Drabbles~

2008-10-08T19:12:07Z

"Stein!" Spirit called again. "Dammit, where are you...? You'd better not be getting into trouble again." He muttered. He stepped outside, still looking for the younger boy. It didn't take him long to catch sight of him out in the yard.

The pale boy with gray hair and pristine, white clothes, marred only by black stitch work, was crouched near a tree, olive green eyes focused on something in his hands. Stein's expressions were always eerie to Spirit, and now was no exception as the younger boy's eyes were dull, expression oddly dead of emotion as he carefully, slowly, pulled the wings off of a large insect. He stood up, an iridescent wing still clutched in each hand, and watched the insect scramble around on the ground as if in a panic.

"I wonder if it's confused? Suddenly unable to fly..." The younger boy said, in an oddly dull monotone, still not looking at the older red head.

"Stein... Idiot. Why would you do that? It's cruel." Spirit's eyes were on the frantic insect, it's back oozing ichor where the wings had been pulled. Stein let the wings slip from his fingers.

"It's just a bug, senpai." He said, finally looking up at the older boy. Never mind that he'd be saying the same thing if it were an animal. If it were a human being.

"Still, that's too much..." Spirit frowned at him. Stein bent suddenly, picking up a stick from the ground, and just as suddenly, speared the insect through with a single, quick jab.

"It's just a bug, senpai." He repeated, smiling strangely. He then thrust the writhing bug on a stick at Spirit. Bug guts!

"S-Stein, dammit, get that away from me!" As Spirit backed up, Stein moved forward, grinning and taunting the older boy with the oozing, writhing insect.

"Senpai, you aren't afraid of bugs, are you?~" He'd just have to see how long he could chase Spirit with it!

Stein. That young kid that always seemed to hang around Spirit. She watched the boy approach. She'd never liked him, though she'd never spoken to him. There was something eerie about that kid. Something wrong. But now that she was dating Spirit, she probably couldn't avoid him.

If she'd been paying closer attention, she might have noticed that he had something clenched in one hand. She might have noticed the way blood pressed between those tightly clenched fingers. He smiled oddly at her as he walked up to her.

"You're Spirit senpai's girlfriend, right?" He didn't give her a chance to answer. "Ah~. I wanted to express my love for you as well, but I didn't know how, so." And he thrust a hand forward, as if a gentleman extending a rose. But when he opened his hand, it wasn't a rose in the palm, but the heart of some small animal, still leaking blood into a shallow pool.

Stein could only grin widely as the girl went deathly pale, screaming and throwing herself away from his 'gift'.

Meme tiem.

2008-07-29T04:50:27Z

What is your favorite thing about rping with me?

What characters of mine are your favorite and why?

You can answer one or both and replies can be anonymous or named.

Blurb: Blinded By Science

2008-04-29T15:54:01Z

They were in Phenex's convertible, pulled far off the road with the roof drawn back, watching the stars. The night was crystal clear, and they'd already drawn out the constellations with their fingers, bringing them each to life. They'd taken to sitting in appreciative silence when Gibrielle smiled and poked her lover in the ribs, looking at him. "So, how have classes been going?" He grinned and looped an arm around her, pulling her against him.

"Getting tougher, but I think I'll manage." She grinned back.

"My little mad scientist." She teased, poking him again. He squirmed, laughing.

"Oh, hardly." He smiled at her.

"You'd better not blow anything up in our basement, you'll take the whole house dow-" She didn't get to finish as Phenex interrupted her, pointing towards the sky excitedly.

"Gibrielle, look!" And she looked. And what she saw was breathtaking. A meteor shower. So that's why he'd taken her out here, carefully guarding the news and anything else that might have clued her in on the special event.

"It's beautiful." She breathed after a few moments. Phenex, still grinning wildly, didn't reply, eyes never leaving the sky, so she smiled and leaned her head against his shoulder, watching the brilliant streaks of light paint the night.

Blurb: A Kindling.

2008-04-29T04:36:45Z

Gibrielle smiled and leaned against the doorframe to the kitchen as Phenex shut the basement door behind him and started into the room. "Think I could borrow you for a few minutes?" She asked. Phenex looked at her, hesitating on his way into the kitchen. After a moment he finally smiled, something Gibrielle rarely saw anymore. They hardly ever spent time together these days. It was a rarity just to see him.

"Alright... just a little while." He smiled at her. She reached out and took him by the arm, ignoring the stains of god knows what on his lab coat, and lead him into the living room, pulling him down onto the couch with her. She lay there with her arms around him, forehead against his back, happy to just have that contact with him again. He sighed against her.

"You haven't been eating well." She said quietly.

"I'll have something in a bit. It's what I was headed for before you dragged me off, you know." He chided her jokingly. He sounded tired. Gibrielle clutched him closer. Tighter. Because there was more to this than just the desire to spend some time with him again.

"Phenex, I-" Her voice broke suddenly. "I need to tell you something... I'm pregnant." They'd discussed it before. She knew. She knew he wanted no part in having children. She felt him tense against her. Silence. He finally pulled away, sitting up on the couch before standing.

"That's alright." He said, finally looked at her as she sat up. "That's alright, you can have an abortion." Her expression grew pained but determined.

"No, Phenex. I'm not having an abortion." He stared at her a few moments and then he was across the living room in a few quick strides. Gibrielle jumped up after him but he'd already reached the basement door, slamming it shut violently behind him. She tried the handle, begging him to come back and talk to her, but it was locked, so she rested her back against the door and slid down it, resting her head against her knees and crying.

Blurb: Off Limits

2008-04-29T04:01:25Z

He was crouched behind a pile of boxes just behind the staircase and to the left. In the basement. Two days ago, he'd turned ten. There was no celebration of course... no acknowledgement whatsoever. But he was ten. And he figured he owed himself this, right? A kind of birthday gift to himself. Grey knew full well he didn't belong here... he'd never even been down here before. Off limits.

He'd been amazed as he descended the stairs. It was just as he'd imagined. No... better. A basement fully equipped for the kind of work he knew his father did. Shelves and desks stocked with lines of test tubes, all reflecting the colored lights of various machinery, papers, computers, surgical equipment... it was all here.

Presently he ducked further behind the boxes as the lights flickered on, footsteps slowly descending the stairs. His father came into view, and he watched as the man moved over to something in the corner. Something in a heap. Something that moved sluggishly when the man approached... and groaned. In the dark, he'd never even noticed the other man in the corner. He'd always known there were people of course. He'd never seen them but he'd always known... he'd heard the screams. The man was nude and bound and Grey watched as Phenex started to drag him by the rope binding his arms behind his back. There wasn't much struggle and Grey wondered briefly if he'd been sedated.

Phenex grunted as he worked to heft the other man onto the surgical table, strapping limbs into restraints to keep them still. Grey could see a stitched incision in the man's right thigh. His father rolled out some surgical tools on the nearby table and picked up a scalpel. Grey shifted, trying to get a closer look as his father made an incision in the man's upper left arm, drawing a whimper from him. That's when his foot nudged the boxes. He froze. Phenex straightened a bit, pausing in his cutting. It felt like an eternity. Had the whimper sufficiently covered the faint sound of shifting boxes? He only breathed again when Phenex went back to his work. Carefully now, he moved around the boxes. He was in plain view here, but Phenex would only see him if he turned around. Grey would just duck back behind the boxes if he looked like was going to turn around. Simple.

That's when Phenex turned around. Grey found himself stumbling back a few steps, vision blurring a moment before clearing, as Phenex stood there with an arm still outstretched in his direction, face a blank slate. He looked down, ever so slowly, at the scalpel protruding from his left shoulder. Then he was running flat out for the stairs, tearing the scalpel free with a pained whimper as he went and slamming the door shut behind him.

Phenex stared after him for a moment before calmly turning around, picking up another scalpel, and going back to work.

Ehehe.

2008-03-29T00:13:07Z

Grey:

Agito:

Shark Agito:

Akito:

Spider/Good half:

Spider/Bad half:

Art!?

2008-03-27T03:59:11Z

Can has mad scientist? by ~Darksong17 on deviant ART

Yep. For the first time in years I actually picked up a pencil and didn't give up within a minute of trying to make something in my head appear on paper. Course... that resulted in a lot of eraser marks as well but hey I persisted this time and I'm happy with it.

Just a little fan art doodle, go to the deviantart page for more information on it :3

Oy.

2008-03-23T00:31:09Z

I'd just like to welcome my writing muse back. Where the hell have you been, dude?

Blurb: Happy Family

2008-03-23T00:30:40Z

The basement door shut, perhaps a little harder than was meant. Phenex moved towards the kitchen, drifting on auto-pilot. He didn't even look down at the clumsy toddler he nearly knocked over as he passed through the doorway. Gibrielle sat at the kitchen table, watching a small TV on the counter. She looked up in surprise as he entered. It was a rare treat. She frowned deeply as her gaze fell on him. His eyes were sunken, dark circles painted beneath, and his skin was deathly pale. He was thin.

"Morning." He half-mumbled, not even looking at her. It was 10:00 PM. She watched as he took the pot of cold coffee from the machine and moved to pour it into a mug, jumping up to nudge his arm before he could pour the coffee onto the floor instead of in the mug. His eyes movements were sluggish and unfocused. She opened her mouth to speak but suddenly the man jerked.

There was a toddler tugging on his lab coat. Her breath hitched and she pulled the child away from him, gasping when she realized what he held. A scalpel. "Alastor!" She quickly pulled the sharp tool away from the child, checking him for injuries. Phenex watched this, motionless. He held the scalpel well. It was a thought and a kind of pride that was there and gone in an instant.

The child started to cry, having been torn from his newfound toy. Phenex swayed a bit and put down the coffee pot hard. "Shut him up." He hissed. But before Gibrielle could do anything he'd dropped the mug of cold coffee to shatter against the kitchen floor and grabbed the youngster by his shirt, pulling him forward harshly. The toddler screamed in fear and tried to pull away as Phenex leaned towards him, unsteady on his feet. "Fear, crying, things like that are for the lowest of the low." He snarled. "Stop crying!"

For a moment it looked like he was going to hit the child but Gibrielle shrieked. "Phenex, please!" She grabbed Alastor away and lifted the trembling boy into her arms. This wasn't the man she'd met years ago. This wasn't him. But she still held out hope. She still held out hope that he'd grow tired of the science, that he'd grow bored of it and come back to her the way he was. "I'll put him to bed." She uttered quickly, hurrying off with the child.

It was over fifteen minutes before she came back to find Phenex staring into space. She came up behind him and slipped her arms around him, pulling him to her. He went tense before finally relaxing against her with a sigh. Yet suddenly she was faced with the entirety of his weight as he slumped back against her. He'd passed out. Startled, she slipped to the floor with him, clutching his still form. She sat there, stunned, with him in her lap for a few moments before the gut wrenching sobs spilled over and took the world away.

Blurb: Maternal

2008-03-22T20:48:33Z

Gibrielle opened the front door to her house and stood there for a moment, watching her son fix a magnifying glass on the ants marching along the sidewalk. "Alastor, can you come here for a moment?" She called. The boy looked up, frowning at the disturbance.

"Just a sec, mom." He went back to what he was doing. Then he remembered... he wasn't supposed to be burning ants, was he? Oops.

"Alastor, you need to come in here right now." He knew that tone. This was about more than just toasting ants on the sidewalk. Crap, what'd he do? He stood up immediately with that guilty look of a child who knows they are in trouble, but doesn't know for which offense quite yet, and followed his mother inside.

Gibrielle sat down on the couch, motioning him over. Suddenly, there was a small explosion from the basement. It made Gibrielle flinch, but Grey hardly seemed to notice. They were used to this by now. He looked at his mother expectantly and she lifted him into her lap. "Alastor... I found the cat." She said slowly. Grey's eyes widened. But how? He'd stitched it up so nicely, buried it all by himself in the backyard... He avoided her eyes.

Gibrielle shook him gently, urging him to look at her. "What did I tell you about doing that to animals? That was the neighbor's cat wasn't it?" Her son had always given her trouble, ever since he could walk. Maybe even before. Though the type of trouble was a bit... unique. From the time he'd set off a fireworks display to the time he'd attempted to strangle another kid on the playground. Then there was the animals.

It didn't make sense. Why could his father do these things but not him? Grey looked up suddenly, eyes bright. "Can I have my own pet?" He asked. Gibrielle frowned at him.

"Why do you want a pet?" She asked. His eagerness died quickly and he looked down again. "Alastor..." She leaned in and kissed him on the forehead. "You have your microscope, your anatomy books, and your chemistry set. Why don't you play with one of those?"

"Okay." He replied sullenly. Gibrielle snaked an arm around and tickled his ribs smiling as he giggled and squirmed in her lap. "Go on, get. I'll make some cookies." He hopped off of her lap and went off as told.

Gibrielle stood and headed for the kitchen, passing the basement door as she went. How long had it been now since she'd actually seen Phenex? All this talk about other scientists and building a research facility. A research facility that would experiment on... How long ago had it been that he first started bringing them home? How long ago was it that people first began disappearing in her basement? She'd stood by him all this time. Watched him change... and still clung to some hope. She reached for the cupboard with shaking hands. Maybe it was time to move on. Maybe it was time to take Alastor and leave.

Blurb: Goodnight Father.

2008-03-21T12:58:43Z

He was all but silent as he entered the room, the door shutting quietly behind him. The room was divided into two halves, one larger than the other. The smaller half was behind a reinforced glass wall. He looked into that half. It was full of machinery, test tubes, and delicate equipment. There was also a man inside.

Grey drifted across the room without a sound, his hands hooked neatly behind his back. His father was far too absorbed in testing his biochemical weapon on the mouse in a small glass box to even notice him. He reached the temperature controls for the half-room, face expressionless as he reached out and cranked them up. Still Phenex didn't notice him. No, the man was watching the mouse writhe and squeak, jotting things down on a clipboard with a certain satisfaction at the results.

Grey crossed the room again, humming lightly under his breath. This time he moved to the reinforced glass door to the half-room. Beside it was a red emergency button. He'd already disabled the alarm earlier. Of course. He clucked his tongue a bit and reached out, pressing it. Immediately there was the sound of metal bolts thunking home inside the door, as well as the hiss of an extra vacuum seal.

This got Phenex's attention. The man jolted and looked up, eyes narrowing when he spotted Grey. "...What are you... doing?" The realization on his face was wonderful. He could feel the temperature rising now. Something glass in the room shattered and Phenex flinched, losing that ever present calm, coldness about him as his eyes widened. It was very satisfying.

The man flew to the window as more glass shattered in the room, a pea green fog of gas rising from the broken shards. He pressed a hand against the glass and Grey moved closer, smiling. "Don't do this! Please... Alastor, d-don't do this. You can have whatever you want. Anything!" His voice was frantic but muffled by the glass.

Grey drew back as if the man had hit him, his expression nothing short of stunned. After all these years? ...After all this time? Haha... hahaha. The nerve. He smiled slowly. "...It's a little late for that, don't you think, Phenex...?" The man looked like he was about to say something but his eyes grew wider and he drew back away from the window, coughing and hacking. It wasn't long before he was coughing up blood. It wasn't long before that blood was chunky and coagulated. It wasn't long before his flesh was swelling, cells saturating. His skin took on a sick, greenish hue, and he screamed, collapsing to the floor and writhing in agony.

Grey moved forward and pressed a hand neatly to the exact place his father's had been only moments before. He watched with a quiet smile as his father's skin blackened and split open, as the man decomposed alive. He watched until there was no longer any movement, no longer any strangled screams, Phenex's eyes staring straight ahead and bulging from their sockets.

Finally, he drew his hand away from the window, turning and leaving. The B wing was finally his. He shut the door quietly behind him. Click.

My turn!

2008-02-08T21:23:44Z

OOC meme
1) Make a list of 10 characters.
2) Assign each character a number.
3) Without telling anyone who's on the list or the character's assigned number, get questions from your flist about what they'd like to know about them. (IE: "If 3 and 4 were trapped in a cave together with only a blanket and a toothpick, what would they do?" (The more random the better!)
4) Post the answers and who was who on the list.

Blurb: Cold Truth

2008-02-05T07:36:56Z

Grey would be found sitting huddled at the bottom of the basement stairs, clutching his broken hand. The only reason Phenex knew anything was off was because the door to the basement was open. Grey never left the door open. The basement was his domain now.

The man made his way down the stairs, coming to a halt and staring down at the child with a cold look of disgust. "What happened?" It took a moment before Grey would even look up at him, and even then he averted his eyes.

"S-someone broke i-in." He muttered through his pain. Phenex stared at him a few moments longer before reaching out and grabbing the boy by his shirt to drag him up, the faintest hint of anger in his face. Grey gritted his teeth. No tears, no tears, oh god, no tears.

"There were no signs of forced entry. You left the door unlocked didn't you? It's your own fault." He released the boy to fall back against the floor with a gasp. Phenex began to make his way back up the stairs.

"Get up, we're going to the hospital. You closed your hand in the car door." He said with the same calm, coldness he always had about him. Grey got up slowly and followed.

Note: Blurb is a continuation from the end of this.

Non-Original Character Roleplay Journals

2007-09-07T23:35:15Z

Dr. Stein: stitchedsanity

Rukia: heart_in_ice

Utena: swords_n_roses

Link: hyrulian_hero

Dark Link: hero_eclipsed_x

Lloyd: mycreations_x

Keaton: not_a_criminal

Ogichi/Hollow Ichigo: x_hollow_inside

Sailor Uranus/Haruka: senshi_of_sky

Agito/Akito: bloodyfangking

Batty Koda: logic_erratic

Full Metal Eclipse - Chapter 1

2007-08-25T03:18:23Z

Full Metal Eclipse

Chapter 1

Dr. Grey was an ordinary looking man. Brown hair... brown eyes... nothing spectacular. He sat in the chair behind his desk, his feet kicked up on it, as he repeatedly flipped a Rubik's Cube into the air and caught it in his right hand. He'd acquired the puzzle during a visit to see Dr. Murakami in the A wing. Lord knew they seemed to have an abundance of the things. Surely they wouldn't miss one. Truthfully he'd always had a bit of distaste for the A wing and their work. Them and their "powers of the mind". It was all useless in his opinion. Dr. Murakami could have his A wing. The B wing however... was Grey's domain. He regarded the young woman sitting across from him coolly. "So." He started abruptly, startling her slightly. "So. You've settled in nicely I assume?" She smiled a bit nervously and gave a brief nod.

"Yes, I've settled in quite fine." She replied. Arlene still wasn't sure why she had been required to take up residence at the facility while they went over her paperwork. Though one of the requirements of the job was to live at the facility she didn't actually have the job yet. She was well aware that the place was illegal... human experimentation and all. But she was willing to overlook it. She was willing to accept the fact that some sacrifices needed to be made. She imagined to herself all the cures they could find and how they could better humanity with what they found. She'd filled out all the necessary paperwork and agreed to stay in the facility while it was reviewed. She knew she had the qualifications, and now here she was before the B wing's lead scientist. She rather hoped he had good news for her. And he did. Arguably.

"Well then. You might be pleased to know you've been accepted." The man offered a twitching smile, still flipping the puzzle in hand. She couldn't help but notice that it always landed on the red side when caught again. Arlene was absolutely thrilled but managed to keep her reaction to a small, professional, smile.

"That's wonderful... I can go begin packing the rest of my belongings immediately." She replied.

"That won't be necessary." Dr. Grey said quickly, very nearly cutting her off at the end of her sentence. "Your belongings will be packed and brought here for you." Arlene looked at him uneasily as that nagging sensation poked at the back of her mind again. Something just seemed off here. It wasn't the first time she'd felt on edge while at this place. Grey didn't seem to notice her discomfort.

"I see, thank you." She replied. She startled and looked up as the door to the room opened suddenly and a very nervous looking scientist stepped in. Grey didn't even flinch, merely waiting as the man made his way over.

"Um... sir. I'm sorry to interrupt but there's something of utmost importance..." He paused. Grey wasn't even looking at him, just flipping the puzzle and calmly staring ahead. The man cleared his throat nervously. "Sir... the CTG is breaking down faster than anticipated... even with the filtration system and pumps... we can't keep her in this state much longer..." He finished hesitantly. The Rubik's Cube landed on blue when Grey next caught it. He regarded the puzzle as if it had greatly offended him and then chucked it a harshly onto his desk.

"I see." He said sharply, as he stood abruptly. He still hadn't paid the other scientist so much as a glance. His gaze was directed at Arlene. "Well then. I suppose you'd like to see my top project?" The woman's eyes brightened instantly.

"I'd love to." She replied as she stood. The second scientist hurriedly left the room ahead of them as Grey grinned and hooked his hands behind his back.

"Wonderful. Follow me then." He said, making his way for the door. Arlene quietly followed him as he lead her out and down the hallway. They came upon a pair of heavily armored metal doors and she looked up as a ceiling camera near them swiveled to focus on Grey. The man gave it a glance, his hands still hooked behind his back, and the camera seemed to focus for a moment. Arlene was wondering to herself if it was using retinal identification when the doors started to slide open. They continued through, the doors shutting tightly behind them as Arlene glanced around. The floor here was metal and grated, becoming a kind of catwalk from the doorway and the walls, which were also metal, curved inwards and upwards to the ceiling. The illusion this created made her dizzy momentarily. It was one long hallway with another set of armored metal doors at the other end, and the doors at both ends each boasted another ceiling camera. But on the right, in the very middle of the long metal hallway, was yet another heavily armored metal door and beside it a large window with extremely thick, secure, looking glass which showed the room inside. The security in this place was rather amazing.

Grey nearly glided across the catwalk for how fast he was moving all of a sudden and Arlene realized she'd been holding her breath. She let it out quietly and quickly followed him, not even having a chance to glance through the window at the world she was about to enter. He stopped before the door in the middle of the hallway and finally unclasped his hands to bring one around into his lab coat pocket. Pulling a key card from his pocket he moved his hand to the panel beside the door and punched in a few numbers quickly before sliding the card through the slot. There was a hushed hiss, almost as if the door had been vacuum sealed, as it slid open and permitted them entry. Grey continued through without a word, pocketing the card once more, and Arlene found herself hardly hesitating to follow. She needed to see. She needed to.

Arlene struggled not to squint as the door closed behind her. The room was large and rather brightly lit. It seemed to split off into three smaller room's via a few doors. But Arlene was quite fixated on this room. Because oh what wondrous room it was. Towards the middle there were two lines of computer consoles facing each other. Various scientists, men and women, sat perched behind them some leaving their chairs briefly to wander in and out of the other doors. But what was in the very middle, settled between the two lines of computer consoles, was what really caught her eye. Stretched between the ceiling and the floor was what looked rather like a giant test tube, smaller tubes running across the ceiling from it into some of other rooms. It was filled with a pale, green, looking fluid. And suspended in that fluid... was a girl. "What is she...?" Arlene breathed. The girl looked normal enough short of the medium length silvery hair. Just a young woman in a test tube nothing special! But there had to be. There had to be something. And there was. Grey beamed almost like a proud father, hooking his arms behind his back once more and rocking gently on his feet as he stared at his creation.

"Do you fancy an android?" He asked, his lips pulling back in a grin. Her mouth moved but no sound came out and the man continued. "We grew the body and brain separately." He said. The excitement was clear in his voice, and his rocking became a bit more erratic. He always did like to talk about his work. "Many bones and organs have been enhanced or replaced entirely with synthetic materials."

"And the brain... you grew it separately why?" Arlene pressed before he could continue. Grey faltered, but picked up again quickly, somewhere between irritated at having been interrupted and captivated at having someone hanging on his every word.

"Yes, yes the brain." He laughed a bit unevenly. "You see, I've only just started working with nanotechnology." He finally pulled his eyes away from the girl in the tube to look at Arlene. "I've used it to rather download information directly into her brain. I do believe it was quite successful." He paused for split second. "But that isn't all." He went on. "I needed to figure out a way to suppress human emotion. It's useless to me you see. And I believe that too was successful." Arlene nodded enthusiastically. It made sense. It all made sense. And it was amazing. She glanced back over at the girl and frowned. There were no tubes attached to her. In fact nothing was. What was keeping her alive? Arlene was about to ask just that when Grey's eyes moved back to the girl as well and he began to speak once more. His face had darkened considerably.

"And you might be wondering what is keeping her alive... am I right?" Again he didn't look at her while speaking. Nor did he allow her the time to answer. "You might be wondering what this "CTG" the man who interrupted us spoke of." All Arlene could do was nod slowly as he continued. "It's what she's suspended in. CTG is short for cellular transfer gel. It performs all of the bodies necessary functions right through the skin. Oxygenation... blood toxin removal..." He trailed off for a moment and then his eyes shot up to the tubes coming across the ceiling from the test tube the girl was in. "Those tubes pump the fluid in and out of that capsule and run it through filtration systems. However, even with these measures the CTG is still breaking down faster than anticipated." He looked disgusted now. Arlene was quiet as she put it all together in her mind, gazing at the entire thing in awe. "So!" Grey started, almost cheerfully. Arlene jumped a bit and looked to him. "So let's put you to work then shall we?" He grabbed her by the upper arm and started to guide her towards a computer console. Arlene was uncomfortable, she couldn't deny that this man put her on edge, but she swallowed it down quickly.

She obediently took a seat and Grey leaned in over her. "It's a simple task really, you're merely monitoring her vitals and other small details. They remain pretty stable, it shouldn't be difficult..." He trailed off as his eyes searched the screen. The girl's blood oxygenation levels, among a few other things, were low. Not dangerously so... but they were definitely low. It only confirmed the problem with the CTG. He suddenly drew away, starting down the row of consoles quickly with his hands shoved in his lab coat pockets. A man came out of a door a ways down from Grey and immediately started towards him, speaking excitedly. "Sir! The CTG..." He started, clearly not realizing that Dr. Grey had already been alerted. Grey regarded him with cold calmness and there was a sudden "popping sound" from his pocket. The scientist stopped, clearly perplexed at the noise. Grey's eyes were on his throat. They did an unsteady back and forth dart a few times, as if trying to calculate or focus on something. And then Grey was drawing something from his pocket. It was a, now plunger-less, syringe. He brought it to his mouth and quickly bit the cap off, and then in one fluid motion he had jammed it into the other scientist's carotid artery.

The other man cried out and there were a few brilliant jets of crimson out the back of the syringe in time to his pulse as he started to collapse, grasping at the offending object. Once he had fallen to the ground Grey harshly spat the cap out of his mouth, sending it clinking across the floor, and then rather calmly stepped over the man and continued on his way. Arlene had a scream caught in her throat. She daren't let it out. She'd made a mistake. A very very big mistake. And she needed to get out of here. No one moved until Grey was almost all the way to the other end of the room. A few scientists rushed over to their fallen comrade, who had removed the syringe from his throat and promptly passed out in a pool of his own blood, only to nudge him to the side so that he wasn't blocking the aisle. Arlene realized soon after why this had been done. Grey was already coming back up the aisle. He was rather pacing.

Arlene glued her eyes to her screen as he went past, stepping over the pool of blood in his wake. He then moved around the consoles, coming straight up to the capsule holding his creation, his masterpiece, and putting his hand against the glass with a faint grin. "Well then... are you ready to live?" He whispered almost adoringly.

Outside the room a boy of about fifteen stood watching through the large window. Where Grey's hand was against the capsule his in turn was against the window. He watched this display of affection towards the girl in the capsule with evident loathing and malice upon his face. His fingers made a scraping sound as they drew into a fist against the glass.

Blurb: Hitwoman

2007-06-17T00:12:43Z

The smell of rain was still in the air as a man in a suit hurriedly made his way down the wet pavement of the sidewalk, clutching a briefcase to himself. Only half. He'd only come up with and delivered half of the money so far. He ducked into an alleyway, making quickly for the car parked out of sight on the other side.

In his hurry, he failed to see a pothole in the ground and stepped right into the ankle deep water it'd collected. At the same time, his briefcase flew open and he cursed, kicking his soaked foot in the air a few times to shake off excess water. Luckily the briefcase was now quite empty. He closed it again and continued. Almost there. He was right at the end of the alleyway. Right there. Right there when someone detached themselves from the shadows.

He hardly had time to blink before he was shoved against a wall, staring into the eyes... of a woman. A woman in a pinstripe pantsuit with a red tie and matching fedora hat, short blonde hair (one side shorter than the other) neatly in place under it. She had a gun pressed under his chin. "This just ain't your day is it baby?"

The gunshot echoed.

Eh... hah...

2007-06-13T16:07:48Z

I totally gave Grey's account (x_greymatter) six months of paid time. And uploaded a few more icons for him. -_-;;

Blurb: Darwin at work. (I scare myself sometimes.)

2007-06-13T15:41:14Z

There was an unmanned stroller barrelling down the hill at the park. An oddly dressed woman yelling "Save my baby!" And at least ten people moving to do just that. Problem was, in that stroller was just a bundle of blankets.

The "woman" threw aside the robes "she" was wrapped in. And the obviously insane man opened fire with an automatic on all who darted into the path to save "his child".

Luckily, I had been one of the few people sitting unmoving on a bench, watching the stroller pass, with the simple thought of "Darwin at work."

Blurb: How many pints?

2007-06-13T15:29:49Z

Grey stood on the sidewalk by the bus stop. Obviously he was waiting for a bus. Normal enough right? Upon closer inspection however, one might notice the dark circles under his eyes. And the fact that... he stared blankly ahead with half mast eyes. His head dipped forward slightly. Grey was... asleep. In fact, the bus had just picked people up. And left. A business man approached Grey and gave him a polite, gentle, tap on the shoulder.

"Um. Sir, the bus has left... are you alright?" He asked carefully, concern obvious in his voice. Grey turned almost robotically towards him, his expression completely unchanging.

"The books." He said slowly. "You know the books. The medical books. You know how they say... they say there are about between eight and ten pints of blood in the human body?" A pause. "I can... I can assure you that it's more or less accurate." A brief, slow, nod. The man was quick to back away, nodding as well. Yeah. Sure. Okay. And then he was leaving. Quickly.

Grey blinked a few times. Hm. Huh? He glanced around. Then checked his watch. "Damnit." He muttered.

Blurb: The Mask

2007-03-19T05:20:58Z

(Quite possibly a new character in the making)

Dominik backed away a bit as Jason moved towards him. "Jason? How... how did you get into my apartment?" He asked nervously. Jason smiled almost apologetically. Dominik was a nice man, really he was. Though he had a tendency to fall apart under pressure. Which is why Jason knew it'd be so easy. Tempting. Too tempting. He'd only met the man recently after all, so why not? He'd get his fix. It'd all be over soon. He pulled the knife from his sleeve.

"I'm sorry Dominik. Really I am." There was no sincerity in his voice whatsoever. Dominik backed against a table, panic clearly rushing through him.

"Oh... oh f-fuck. J-j-j... Jason! Y-you don't have to do th...this!" And there went the stuttering. The poor man was trembling. He always fell apart under pressure. Jason thought it was wonderful. In a rush he was before Dominik, raising the knife to the man's throat. And then the trembling from the other man stopped. Actually... there was something pressed against his stomach. And a cold laugh. All instability was gone from dear Dominik.

"I think you've made a slight error." The man whispered coldly, a smirk playing at his lips. A gun. He had a gun.

"What...?" Jason was confused naturally. This wasn't Dominik... it couldn't be. This couldn't be the polite, overly nice, nervous to a fault, Dominik he'd gotten to know the past few weeks. The change was like a slap in the face.

"Did I stutter?" Dominik whispered. The gun went off.

Blurb: Welcome to the program.

2007-03-15T23:02:06Z

Phenex Grey was following two other scientists, one with brown hair and the other with sandy blond. The brown haired man turned towards him quickly. "So you want to see him right? He was picked up yesterday." Phenex gave a curt nod.

"Of course." He replied evenly. They reached the door to the holding cell and the brown haired scientist quickly entered the code and swiped his keycard. Phenex moved into the room with the other two scientists, his eyes locking briefly on the seven year old boy huddled against the wall.

"He wouldn't tell us his name... and we couldn't find much information on him either." The blond scientist piped up.

"Who... Who are you?" The boy had raised his head and glanced at the three scientists in panic, finally falling on Phenex who he hadn't seen yet. The man rather acted as if the boy hadn't spoken. He raised his eyebrow at the other two scientists.

"Doctor's records?" He asked. They shook their heads simultaneously.

"Nothing... he wouldn't tell us how long he'd been on the street or who his parents were either." The brown haired scientist replied. Phenex moved forward, expression cold as ever, to grip the boy by the arm.

"What are you doing!?" The youngster cried out, trying to pull away. Again Phenex acted as if the boy hadn't said a word, pulling him forward a bit and giving him a quick once over as if he were an object to be examined. The boy was rather filthy, as to be expected of someone who was wandering the streets. He released the boy and wiped his hand on his lab coat in mild disgust.

"The information isn't essential. Just a bit nice to have." He said quietly. "Clean him up and give him a barcode." He turned and was gone through the door before anyone could say a word. He was a busy man after all.

The blond scientist laughed a bit nervously. "Well then.. come along." He moved towards the boy. The brown haired scientist was already filling a syringe with sedatives. Just in case. The boy shrank back and started to shake, his breath coming fast until he was nearly hyperventilating. It was nice that these two were at least talking to him as if he were a human but... where in gods name was he? The blond scientist frowned. "Just give him the sedatives, he's going to freak out." He then moved forward and grabbed the young boy, pulling him up and against himself to keep him still.

Panic. The youngster started to scream and thrash in his arms but the scientist held the boy against himself almost comfortingly. The other scientist calmly slid the needle into the boy's arm and injected it's contents. "Shh. Shh." The blond one said quietly, though he actually released the boy with one arm to glance at his watch. The child started to slump suddenly in his arm and he quickly moved the other arm around again to catch him, uttering a mildly amused "Whoops."

He smiled faintly down at the unconscious boy as he spoke. "Welcome to the program."

Blurb: 17 year old Grey

2007-03-15T10:35:29Z

Grey was dissecting a baby pig. One might think this was right up his ally... but in fact he was utterly bored with it. He'd been made to stay after class with two other people. While Grey obviously had the knowledge to be in a much higher class... he had a tendency to constantly misspell and mix things around in class. His grades, fact of the matter, were horrible. Might have something to do with the fact that he always seemed sleep deprived and often drifted off in the middle of writing.

"This is ridiculous." He muttered aloud as he pulled the scalpel away from the creature. He'd dissected better things for sure. Things that hadn't been soaking in chemicals for god knows how long beforehand.

"Isn't it?" The girl across the table from him agreed. "I hate this. It's horrible... dissecting a baby pig..." She looked forlorn. Hello fun opportunity.

"Really it is." He laughed a bit unevenly and slammed his fist down on the table as if to make a point. It startled both the girl and the boy beside her. "A human baby would be much more interesting I'd imagine... don't you agree?" The girl looked horrified. Even more so when the abrupt impact against the table sent the pig's intestines quivering.

Grey was rather disgusted at the look. Why get into something like this if you couldn't handle it? It infuriated him actually... these people. He grabbed the loop of intestines the girl still stared at in disgust and pulled the whole thing from the pig, thrusting it in her face. "Does this bother you?" He asked in amusement. The girl let out a short scream and then gagged, backing away quickly.

"Hey, what the hell is wrong with you?" The other boy asked angrily, taking the girl by the wrist. Grey still stood poised with the intestines, a twitching grin plastered on his face. "Let's go." The boy pulled the girl towards the door with him, clearly nervous about Grey's odd behavior. There was a whoosh between them and then... there buried in the door... was a still bloody scalpel. There wasn't a word as the boy frantically tore the door open and pulled the girl through with him, shutting it on Grey's laughter.

Blurb: 15 year old Grey

2007-03-15T10:16:48Z

His head was dipped forward as the teacher droned on and on. He was hovering on the brink of sleep, seemingly forever, unable to dip over into that realm of unconsciousness. And then she was beside him. "Grey? Are you alright?" the teacher asked in evident concern. Grey's eyes wandered open slowly and he lifted his head to glare at her blearily, his expression quite clearly a "why on earth have you awoken me woman?".

But her eyes were on his fingers as she spoke again. "Are you alright...?" Grey glanced down at his hands. Oh. Blood. There was blood under his fingernails. Actually there was a small blood stain on his shirt to... Had he forgotten to clean up before dressing for school? He'd pulled another all nighter, practicing some things he'd learned from his father's work place.

"Excuse me..." He mumbled, getting up and dragging himself off to the men's room. Grey stood at the sink, faucets on full blast, staring into the mirror and seemingly in a trance when the door to the men's room opened and snapped him back to reality. A boy walked in and then glanced up as he noticed Grey. He laughed condescendingly.

"You're that kid. The science freak right?" He asked. Grey offered a twitching grin that didn't quite reach his sleepy eyes.

"Something like that." He replied, his tone a bit mocking as he finally dipped his hands under the faucet to wash them.

"I don't like your attitude." The boy snapped. Grey ignored him as he glanced down at his shirt, trying to figure out what to do about the blood stain. And then he was being shoved back against the bathroom wall. His back hit hard and he remained there, his head down a bit and his still wet hands limp at his sides.

"Maybe you didn't hear me." The other boy who had shoved him said angrily. Grey laughed quietly, his shoulders shaking with it. Finally he lifted his head to look at the other boy. His eyes were rather spazzing out, seemingly unable to focus or remain still. They had a habit of doing that when he was stressed or overly excited in some way. Or pissed. Tended to creep people out a bit. The kid took a wary step back.

"I don't think it's wise..." He started. "To shove someone who has blood on their fingers... do you?" He finished quietly.

"Grey?" A voice. Why couldn't they ever leave him alone? Grey raised his head and looked at the teacher in clear distaste at having been awoken again. She frowned at him. "There was a boy found in the men's room bleeding from the head. It seems like he might have a concussion... he was in there around the same time was you. Do you know anything about what happened to him?" She asked. Grey managed a polite yet unnerving, albeit sleepy, smile. A complete turn around from his previous expression.

"I haven't a clue."