poisoncontrol (poisoncontrol) wrote in the_quarantined, @ 2010-01-24 17:34:00 |
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Entry tags: | neil bernhart, status: in progress, stella mortejoy |
Who: Stella and Neil
What: An unintentional kidnapping
When: The day after the glorious scout meeting.
Where: Queens
Rating: TBA
Status: Incomplete
It had been awhile since Stella had last caught anything. For awhile she would catch Infected Persons in her nets quite frequently, but that was when there was still bait to use, and her street wasn't entirely depleted of Infected resources. It was starting to concern her really, having lost her last specimen in last week's experiments. Determining which poison exactly killed the corpse first was interesting certainly, but it could not provide nearly as much data as the living variety, and Stella did not know how long her research could continue without a new one. Still, she refused to give up hope, and continued to check her traps in the off chance that one from a different area might someday migrate and step in exactly the wrong spot.
This is why when that day she happened to come across one of her nets writhing and shaking with the tell tale signs of an Infected occupant, she became especially excited. Almost to the extent that she was dancing up and down too much and couldn't blow her dart gun to knock the fellow unconscious. Almost. The main problem with capturing Infected Persons, Stella had discovered, was transporting them back to the laboratory. It wasn't far, because Stella rarely left her street (her physical form was not one equipped to deal well with flesh eating humanoids outside of her nets), but this did not change the fact that being one of such an aforementioned physical form, she rarely caught anything smaller than herself. That made lugging it back very difficult. Stella was extremely grateful that she had managed to steal a golf cart, once with the Cheeseman's help, otherwise the task would be completely impossible. Fortunately this happened to be a rather scrawny specimen, and she was able to load it into the cart without as much trouble. She would have preferred a healthier looking animal, but surely this one could last her at least a few more days, and one never knew what form true scientific discovery could take. Perhaps this month it was going to appear in a scrawny....hairy.....model.
It took her longer than she expected to get it down the stairs, but fortunately it still remained unconscious by the time she restrained it to the table. Now that the danger of being caught unaware by an Infected while dragging it down the stairs was passed, Stella was able to breath a bit easier, and all anxiety gave way to giddy exhilaration. She now only had to decide what to try first. After jotting down some quick information, she gently put her fingers on the specimens neck, when all of a sudden it woke up, and Stella realized with a start that this Infected Person, well, wasn't. Bother. “Well,” she said, “This is awkward.