owen flynn (takingaim) wrote in zenithrp, @ 2015-10-09 13:59:00 |
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Entry tags: | #day 003, owen |
Who: Owen [Narrative]
When: Morning, 9:30amish
Where: Mansion/The Hospital
The morning's requirement hadn't been a very pleasant one, although Owen supposed it could have been worse. Having to complete a bunch of puzzles and questions had been a pain in the ass, especially as he'd had to take a piss from the moment he woke up. He had stubbornly refused to follow instructions at first, but then realized if he didn't do what they asked, he would be stuck in the bedroom all day, behind locked windows and doors. The thought alone drove him crazy, so Owen completed the "test" with ease, not finding any difficulty in anything the Powers That Be had asked. Once the doors were unlocked, Owen had relieved himself in the bathroom and pulled on his clothes, immediately leaving the room and heading out. He had a feeling the other "participants" in the house would be wary of a physical given by... well, whoever these people were. Owen was wary too. But he was hoping, probably naively, that there would be an actual doctor waiting for them in the hospital. A doctor who Owen could talk to, could ask questions to. Could put his hands on and cause some pain.
He nearly sent a private message to Cecilia, suggesting she come with, but Owen decided he would rather go alone. And she seemed like the type to help the others out, something Owen had no desire to do. The sooner he had some answers, the sooner he felt like he could work out a plan to get the hell out of there. So he left the house and started the long walk into town yet again. He was in shape enough that the three miles did little to faze him. During the walk, he thought about what he would find in that hospital, who would be performing these physicals. Some morbid side of him thought maybe this was a trap to lure people into the hospital and, well... no scenario that played out in his head ended well. But he wasn't going to hide away in that mansion out of fear. Owen was confident that he could take care of himself, no matter what they threw at him.
Owen was panting softly when he finally reached the hospital. Pushing his way inside, he looked around, hoping for some sign of human life. There was nothing. The elevators were ahead and Owen walked over to them, noting the machine to scan his bracelet. It stuck out like a sore thumb in this place. Owen was pretty certain the hospital hadn't been renovated in decades. Clenching his jaw, he finally lifted his wrist for his bracelet to be scanned. The elevator doors opened and Owen reluctantly stepped onto it. Looking up, he scanned the elevator for a camera, aware that there had to be one in there somewhere. But then the elevator stopped and the doors opened. When Owen stepped off into the hallway, it was like he had entered a completely different building. "The fuck," he murmured, looking up and down the hall. He waited, but no one approached him. No doctor, or nurse. No one. Lifting his hand to his mouth, Owen rubbed his jaw before starting down the hall, passing a few closed doors.
He stopped and stood outside of one with a green light, staring at the scanner. There was hesitation again before he huffed out a sigh and finally scanned his bracelet. The large door slid open. Owen might have decided against sticking around if he hadn't been so taken aback by the room in front of him. It was nothing like the rest of the hospital. It was... well, modern was probably an understatement. It was beyond modern. And it didn't look much like a hospital room to Owen, but like some sort of room to conduct bullshit experiments. Whoever had created these rooms had more money than God. Owen stepped into the room, expecting to see someone. But the room was empty, and the door slid shut behind him. Owen turned and tried to open it again, but it was a no go.
The voice startled him, but there was on one in the room with him. It was coming from somewhere else. "You've got to be fucking kidding me," Owen said, exasperated as the voice instructed him to take off his clothes and get on the table. He barked out a laugh and looked around the room. There had to be cameras in there. "Really? Where's the fucking doctor?" The voice repeated it's instructions. Angry now, Owen turned to slam his palm on the door, though he didn't expect anyone to hear him. He thought about destroying the room the best he could when sudden, agonizing pain surged through him. It drew a yell from his lips as he fell to the ground, his hand instinctively coming up to cup the nape of his neck. It felt like the pain reverberated through him for hours, though it couldn't have been more than a few moments. Once it subsided enough that Owen could function again, he panted and opened his eyes, staring at the ceiling from his back on the floor. Had he been electrocuted? With a groan, Owen sat up, his fingers probing the back of his neck. What the fuck had those people done? Had they implanted him with something to cause that pain? Like a fucking dog with a shock collar. Jesus.
It took a bit of effort, but Owen managed to get to his feet, his palm against the wall for balance. Please remove your clothing and lie on the table. Despite the discomfort, Owen chuckled and lifted his free hand, flipping the bird up into the air, even though he had no idea if they could see it or not. So this was part of their punishment? Excruciating pain? Fantastic. Owen tried the door again and then slid down on the ground in front of it, drawing his knees up to rest his arms on them. His body felt like it was still recovering from the painful shock. He had a feeling the rest of the "participants" were going to be in for a really rude awakening, like he had been. And Owen couldn't even tell them, because he was stuck in this fucking place. After a few minutes, it occurred to him that this was probably like the puzzles that morning. Complete them and be released. Refuse, and be stuck in the room all day. "At least I'm not claustrophobic," he muttered. So what did he do? Cave in and let them probe? Or sit there and eventually starve to death. Maybe if he just followed instructions, someone would come in and finally talk to him.
Before Owen could really decide, another shock took him by surprise. The pain was just as bad as the first go around. Owen cried out and fell onto his side, pounding his fist on the floor. After several moments, he shouted a curse and pressed his cheek to the cool tiles beneath him. God, if they kept this up, he was going to end up pissing himself. "Fine," he snapped, finding the energy to push himself up. Once he was sure he could, Owen began to strip his clothes off, leaving them in piles on the floor. He probably needed a doctor after that. Anymore of it and his brain might be fried. Breathing heavily, Owen got onto the table and lied down. He hadn't been expecting the machines to move, nor to see robotic arms appear from them. "Shit!" Startled, he tried to knock them away until he realized they weren't looking to cut him open. The physical was thorough and quick. They had trouble taking blood from Owen until they shocked him again. Three waves of it was enough to have him nearly sedated with pain, their needles sliding easily into his veins for the blood.
And then it was over, a voice - the robot? - thanked him for his time. The machine fell silent. Owen lay there on his back for several minutes, trying to gather the energy to move again. His entire body ached, and he felt nauseous, like he might vomit. Finally he rolled off the edge of the table, nearly crumpling to the floor. Owen crouched there for a moment before he forced himself to stand. He wasn't going to let these fuckers weaken him. After one more moment to catch his breath, he got dressed. And the door opened, just like that. Of course it did.
He left the room, not bothering to check for the lights above the other door. He didn't care if anyone else was in those rooms. They would figure out the rules fast enough, like he had. Owen got back on the elevator, dreading the three mile walk back to the house. But once he was there, he was going to ignore everyone, take a hot shower and then get shitfaced drunk.