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Tweak says, "let me out of here!"

Krystle Harrison (omggirlonthenet) wrote in memebells,
@ 2012-01-13 20:23:00

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[rated] nc17, [rated] pg-13, [rated] r, [type] choices, [type] crack, [type] dark, [type] fluff, [type] memories, [type] serious, [warning] possible triggers

Good Ending/Bad Ending meme
Do you get a happily ever after? Or a 'Rocks fall, everyone dies'? Why not both?

* Post your characters and set up two scenes. One with an ideal setting (They got what they always wanted, hit it big, became rich and famous, etc.) and one with a bad twist of events (They're homeless, everyone hates them, maybe they're even dying!).
* Others respond to one of the two settings (Or both in different comments, if they want!)
* Respond.
* ???
* Profit!!!

Just remember: no ending is set in stone, good endings can turn sour, and bad endings can be made better. Just see where it takes you and enjoy the ride!

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smash_stuff
2012-01-26 01:34 am UTC (link)

He tries not to think too hard about what they did to her. Clear thoughts, that's what he needed.

"I tried to get out in the beginning. My heart rate goes up, they dose me with a sedative. That doesn't work? They flood the room with gas. I've probably spent more time asleep here than awake." Even the IV in his arm was rigged with an alarm if he ever managed to pull it out.

"I'd have to get mad pretty quickly and even then...I don't know. It's dangerous." He leans back against the wall with a sigh, studying the ceiling. "Be nicer if I could sneak out of here instead of punching holes in the walls..." What he really needed was a shot of adrenaline, that would do the trick.

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	lucky_no_7 2012-01-26 01:45 am UTC (link)
	There was a small smile, "Maybe between the two of us we can come up with something." Her head tilted, brow creasing, "They don't huck you in the pit, do they? Or let you out in the yard for good behavior? You're always in here?" She'd been taken to both locations at least once to predict the probability of escape of both. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

smash_stuff
2012-01-26 01:49 am UTC (link)

"Too dangerous to put me anywhere else. Not unless they take me out unconscious for tests."

She did seem determined to take him with her. "Lets say hypothetically I did manage to trigger an episode. The chaos might be enough for you to get away, but I don't know how he would react to you. Er, sorry, I mean the Hulk. He'd try to get himself out but as far as other people go...I can't be sure."

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$Lucy Weaver/#7: \:$

lucky_no_7
2012-01-26 02:19 am UTC (link)

"And I wouldn't really be able to predict anything until it happened, not without a frame of reference, and even then there's still too many unknowns."

Her brow furrowed then at some small sound from outside, "I should go. Surveilance will be moving sectors soon. If you do get out of here, two lefts, two rights and another left, main control room. You could mess up a lot of their operation from there."

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	smash_stuff 2012-01-26 02:21 am UTC (link)
	He frowns, committing that information to memory. Presumably the Hulk would remember too, if he cared to use it later on. "Thanks. Be careful and..." he really shouldn't ask this. "...if you're able to find anything to counteract a sedative? Adrenaline, a stimulant, anything...coffee might even work if it's strong enough." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	lucky_no_7 2012-01-26 02:26 am UTC (link)
	That got him another quick grin as she unfolded, dusting her hands off, "I'll keep an eye out and an ear to the ground. See you. Probably be a couple days, they've been trying to shake up my routine a bit." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	smash_stuff 2012-01-26 02:27 am UTC (link)
	He nods, watching her go before letting out a shaky breath. Talk of escape made him nervous. He could just about feel his heart rate going up in increments and quickly stretches back out on the slab that serves as a bed. Better be prepared for another nap. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	lucky_no_7 2012-01-26 02:40 am UTC (link)
	As predicted, it was another few days before she was dropped into his room again, her bruises were all healed at that point, but she was pale, she'd been indoors and out of the sun too long, "Good morning." She said, cheerfully enough, rocking up onto her toes and back as she squinted at him, first with one eye, then the other. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	smash_stuff 2012-01-26 02:51 am UTC (link)
	He opens his eyes, half awake in return. They'd already been medicating him for today and he wasn't over it yet. "...Lucy?" he gets out thickly. "Come to rescue me..." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	lucky_no_7 2012-01-26 02:54 am UTC (link)
	"Not today." She said, giving him another small smile, "You've only got twelve percent today. They've got you on the good stuff now don't they?" She shook her head, "Or higher dose of the same stuff. If I didn't know better I'd say they were trying to build up your immunity." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	smash_stuff 2012-01-26 02:56 am UTC (link)
	There's a dry laugh, Bruce trying to turn himself over on the bed. "New drug...have to say it's pretty effective." He felt as if he could either sleep forever, float away, or start giggling at the drop of a hat. It was very hard to be clinical when you felt absolutely ridiculous. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	lucky_no_7 2012-01-26 03:19 am UTC (link)
	"oh you are just as high as a kite aren't you?" She laughed softly, shaking her head, inching just a little closer, curious to see how close they'd let her get before coming to get her, "It's kind of adorable, like a baby sloth. You know it would bite you if it could juuuust get over there." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	smash_stuff 2012-01-26 03:22 am UTC (link)
	"Mmm..." he makes an affirmative noise, his eyes sliding shut again. Trying to stay awake. "Don't think I could bite anyone right now..." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	lucky_no_7 2012-01-26 03:30 am UTC (link)
	And another little shuffling half-step closer, "You're not a biter anyway, even I can tell that and I'm bad at reading people." Another little step, arm's reach was as close as they were going to let her get, apparently, that was good, she didn't resist as she was pulled away, giving him a wave, "Sleep well, I'll see you later." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

smash_stuff
2012-01-26 03:33 am UTC (link)

Testing the limits, was she? That was more than he had been able to do, but it was good to know they were still keeping people away so he wouldn't hurt them. Bruce answers, but he's not sure what he says in return. Hopefully it was something coherent.

Later that night, he's recovered a bit, even though he still feels out of it, and is drawing on the side of his cell with a white rock. Churning out scientific formulas and math equations that don't lead anywhere. Talking to himself too.

It's very possible that his sanity in this situation is fading fast.

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	lucky_no_7 2012-01-26 03:39 am UTC (link)
	She was back that night, giving another quiet whistle to alert him to her presence, smiling as she leaned against the wall just inside the door, "Guess you have them worried, if they're giving you the new stuff." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

smash_stuff
2012-01-26 03:42 am UTC (link)

He makes an amused sound but it sounds a little sad as well. "They're worried..." Scraping away at the wall as he adds another two symbols. "It's not all good. Bad side effects, I can't focus...can't stop working..." It was a nervous energy, something was driving him to keep going. It could be a reaction to the medication, he couldn't be sure. If he kept this up, they would be dosing him again soon.

"You bring anything?" Hopefully an antidote, stimulant, or something useful.

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	lucky_no_7 2012-01-26 03:49 am UTC (link)
	She grinned as she brought her hands out from behind her bank, dancing the epi-pen she'd brought end over end across her knuckles, "Found this just lying around. And better than that? Predicted an exit. 87 percent probability. There were ... visitors today." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	smash_stuff 2012-01-26 03:51 am UTC (link)
	Bruce tries to focus on the pen, knowing instantly what it was. He nods, that worried look back on his face. "As good a time as any." He felt antsy enough thanks to their drug cocktail. Even if he wasn't completely sane at the moment. "...this isn't going to be fun. Do it quick and make sure you're clear." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	lucky_no_7 2012-01-26 03:55 am UTC (link)
	"Oh fast is something I'm good at." She said, grinning once more. She nudged the door open, making sure it was wide enough for her to get through and yank closed behind her again, not that it would buy her a lot of time, but it would be some. Both brows arched, stretching her fingers, "You ready for this?" (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	smash_stuff 2012-01-26 03:57 am UTC (link)
	"No...never ready for this." He shuts his eyes so he won't see her do it. Last thing he should give the Hulk is the person who did this to him, not that it's going to hurt much. "Don't warn me, just do it." Trying to hold still, but the hand that the rock is in is shaking a little. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	lucky_no_7 2012-01-26 04:02 am UTC (link)
	"Okay." She replied, shifting her weight a little from foot to foot, "Maybe I'll see you again sometime." She hadn't been lying about being fast, since that second statement was from right in front of him, she administered the epi-pen like a pro and then the door slammed behind her as she made good on her escape, hoping that it wasn't all a trap. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

smash_stuff
2012-01-26 04:07 am UTC (link)

"Hope so...ow." That was pretty fast. Bruce drops the chalk rock, his hands balling into fists. His chains rattled, stupid things that they were. He was tired of being here, sick of the drugs...

His heart rate shot up like a rocket, 180, 190...even after the automatic system kicked in, by that time he was at 200 and too far gone. His eyes flashed green and Bruce didn't remember anything after that.

A moment later, there was a small clang as the wrist manacles hit the floor and a much louder PFTHOOM! as the metal door was hit right off it's hinges and skidded across to land against the wall opposite. Alarms were going off left and right.

The Hulk was loose!

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	lucky_no_7 2012-01-26 04:11 am UTC (link)
	Lucy was making good on her own escape, the exit was right where she'd predicted, but what she hadn't predicted was a key-code to operate the elevator. She was cursing, repeatedly, but doing her best to concentrate, to figure out from the wear on the buttons what the combination was. Though with the cacophony behind her, it was hard to concentrate. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	smash_stuff 2012-01-26 04:13 am UTC (link)
	There's yells and footsteps, gunfire and whatever else they can throw at him. Noise, too much noise, have to stop them, stop them all... And after awhile, there's less noise than before, apparently the bad guys are losing. A large shadow is cast over Lucy, the Hulk nearly filling the whole height of the corridor at ten feet tall. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)