Linda Nicole Ryder (lindanrydin) wrote in reality_dome, @ 2014-04-03 23:47:00 |
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Make It Final
Character: Linda
When: Saturday Night
Location: In her room
Warnings/Ratings: The Needle thing
Summary: Her Decision
Status: Complete
Linda caressed the needle with that blue tint with a very thoughtful look on her face. She had put off on taking it, assuming she had until Saturday night to decide. There seemed to be very good reasons to hit it up like a coke addict. Why leave yourself defenseless here? She could not only endanger herself, but the group. What if it was a useful power, why deny herself the ability? Linda wasn't one to venture into something without having every advantage going her way. She also wasn't afraid of shooting herself up, because her fears were a minimal thing. She knew she was bold person when called for. The "gods" she had joked with April, would not like defiance, and why provoke someone you couldn't fight back? That was stupid, and only the foolish angered an enemy they couldn't see. Obeying for now was the smoothest course, she really didn't know enough to chance roughing up her own path even more than it was already predetermined by the staff here.
But ... there was the cons to it. What if she grew a second head? She considered the physical deformity side of this unknown power. She didn't want to be physically changed, she was very happy in her own skin. Confidence was rarely an issue, and she knew her own abilities. She didn't like the idea this could change her essence, make her into something else. Yes, she could adapt, but what then? What if she were to gain it, learn it, then be robbed like April, and had to relearn her own body? A good soldier commanded their body, anything less, even for a moment, could spell death. Even here. Then the DNA part, she wasn't sure on that, but if she did decide to have a child, she didn't want to give birth to cyclops. That would tick her off, and knowing by her own hand she had done this would make her throw up. Plus, if this was a mental power, what if the end result was madness? She doubted few could stop her if she lost her mind and went nuts. She sighed, and caressed the needle more. Then there was one more angle.
She stood up, she looked around the room. She was sure there were cameras there, but she couldn't see them. "I am sure 'ye gods' are enjoying this completely. If there was a clause in that contract that we could have exploited for this splicing, you completely cover it by having us willingly injecting ourselves. That is clever," she said, looking around the room blindly. "So if you do damage someone permanently, well, this would hold up in Court, I am very sure. Be proud of yourself, this was very well thought through. I am sure you are also watching to see who does not do this. After all, if I were to see someone not do it, I would aim to make it where their power would have made all the difference. You would shame that person to probably very laughable standards by your devious humor standards."
"So I want you all to see this," Linda held up the needle. She continued to look around without seeing anything, but her monologue continued. "This will not change what I do. You know everything about me, what I am here for, what I plan to do with my money. My body may only mean ten million to you, but you won't own it." She knew she needed to wrap this up. Chrissie may come home at any moment and see her randomly talking to no-one in particular. The cat came through the cracked open door. She watched it for a moment then sighed. "Can't own something that belongs to someone else you know." She said softly, and sat down on the bed. The cat joined her then, and Linda slowly petted the furball. It purred under her hands, curling up to Linda. "You know cat, I'm a Gemini, and it is well-chosen. I'm two different people, but one side has to win." She rubbed the cat for a while longer before sighing, making her final decision.
She rolled up her sleeve twisting the hem. Once she was done, she bit onto the cloth and started feeling for her vein. Once she found it, she popped the cap off the needle, and tested the end to make sure there was no air. She gave a soft sigh before pressing the needle into the vein. I won't be left defenseless. I will have the advantage, whatever they throw at me. She then injected herself, letting go of her shirt to let her arm relax. She hoped they were satisfied. She pulled the now empty needle out and studied it for a moment. Her decision was final.