Fredcat (panthera_uncia) wrote in regulation, @ 2008-07-22 01:00:00 |
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Entry tags: | fred holden, new moon rising, rabbit tuor |
Who: Fred Holden, Rabbit Tuor
What: Witnessing the new specimen, snarling
Where: The room with Fred's glass cage, Space Division, DoM
When: Mid to late morning, Tuesday, 22 July
Rating: PG-13 tentatively
Status: Open;complete
They were feeding her twice a day but the only thing Fred would touch was the meat, and even then only after a thorough examination of it. It barely passed for meat and it was cooked, horror that was, but it was better than starving completely just yet. If she could find a weak link and use it Fred would escape. If not, well she'd already been caught trying to dig her femoral artery out of her thigh a couple times during her residence. Her nails had been cut so short the tip of her finger came out farther than the nail itself. They'd done it while she was unconscious. It had taken until Monday for them to get really smart and start gassing her to knock her out before doing whatever it was they were doing to her. Fred always woke up sore but healed from whatever it was they'd been doing.
She slept excessively. There was little else to do with the increased silver presence lining the glass walls that contained her. Fred had burns on her hands and along her forearms from having tried to break the glass despite the presence of the silver. It had managed to criss cross down her right side like an X pattern drawn by a drunken child. The sleep helped to make up some for the lack of protein. It was likely only for that reason that Fred still wasn't cold enough to bother wearing the jumpsuit. She was cold, chilled to the touch, but until she started shivering she refused to give them the pleasure of her playing human enough to wear clothes. In all honesty, her temperature was barely below that of a human's. Fred's body temperature, however, ran nearly ten degrees higher than a human's did naturally.
From where she was laying curled up into a ball on the mattress in the middle of the floor Fred spotted movement. She lazily lifted her head to verify if it was someone passing through or someone coming to stare at the catgirl. Maybe they'd even come to poke her a bit. Prod. Something had happened over the weekend, they weren't cutting her up or subjecting her to electrotherapy anymore. At least, if they were she was unconscious during it.