Remnants of the Earth
SPACE STATIONS => TRIM => Topic started by: Rhi-Rhi on August 26, 2011, 11:55:25 am
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A guard flanked Asher on either side and, body tense and stiff with anger, he walked where they directed him to walk. His hands were cuffed behind his back, for safety's sake; he had a history of violence and while he was normally allowed to go without restraints, in his own room and during recreation time, this was the Director and there was no room for mistakes.
Which, of course, only annoyed him more. Apparently, the wonderful new TRIM Director wanted to meet him. Whoo hoo! What an honor and all that, except not. Though it would give him the opportunity to say some choice words to her, and he had a lot of words all saved up. Though it was still perplexing. He didn't get why the Director would really care to meet a subject one on one. They were all just numbers here. Numbers and abilities and symptoms.
Before long, they had reached the room and the guards shuffled him inside and stood beside him as they waited for the Director. Asher glared at the door. He hadn't spoken a word the entire time; he was saving it all up for her.
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She was sitting in the small office looking over the many files that were so graciously left half done by the old director-- who seemed fond of working on one file then stopping in the middle and going to another one when the answers were so easily spotted. So, she was trying to get caught up on the load of back work while new cases piled up on her desk.
Though, it was rather important, to her, to meet the specimens one on one and see for herself what their state of mind was. So, after having met Cassius, she was highly interested in meeting this Asher. So, she had beckoned for him to come.
When the specimen had finally arrived, she stood up and walked over to the door to the connecting office and opened it. Looking at Asher and the guards for a moment before she turned to grab his file and walked out of the office. Grinning. Though, she stepped up to one of the guards and swiped the keys for his cuffs from them. "You may leave him here with me." She stated calmly. Now having his temporary freedom held in her hand. She just stared at Asher for a moment before sitting down on a chair. "Hello Asher."
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Asher's glare never left his face. It only grew more intense when the woman stepped inside the room, muscles bunching up. He wanted to punch the grin right off her face. So that was her, huh? The new Director. How fancy was that?
But even more interesting was the fact that the guards left--and that she now had the keys to his cuffs. Asher's eyes flicked to them, considering his chances. Too soon. He had to wait for the right moment, and now wasn't it. Besides, he had some things he wanted to say, first.
"Hello, bitchface!" Asher replied with mock cheer and a grin that looked more feral than friendly. "Gonna fuck me, too? I heard you're making the rounds. And lookit that, I'm all tied up."
Yeah, he'd heard about what went down with she and Cassius. Cassius had been more than happy to ramble on about the time he'd had with her, though he'd only mentioned that part in passing. He'd seemed more excited about the ice cream. Still, for some reason, it had pissed him off, because the nerve of this person, treating this hellhole like her own personal brothel.
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She rose a brow at his name for her. He was definitely a complete opposite of Cassius and the idea of that amused her. Though, his question of whether she would fuck him as well made her chuckle. "Aa.. I see. I sleep with one person here and you think I'm making this place into a whore house? Well, I don't blame you. Someone else sleeping with your precious bitch, huh?." She stood up and walked closer to him.
"Though, I'm not one for screwing someone who's tied up. Plus, you're quite a bit older than Cassius." Regardless, she circled around him and then stopped in front of him and held up the keys. "If I were to unlock those cuffs.. What would you do? Take out your anger that I slept with your pup on me?"
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Asher rolled his eyes. "I really don't give a fuck about him, lady, beyond a fuck here and there. Ain't much else to do in a cell. You wouldn't know about that, though." And a guy had needs. He'd been here for three years and like hell he was going to be celibate for any of them.
He stood his ground as she approached, though, leveling that dangerous grin at her, but her next statement actually made him bark a laugh. "Listen, fuckface, you gotta be really screwed up in the head to think I'm angry about you boning my roomie. You forgotten where the hell we are? Anyway," he said, shrugging his shoulders. "About those keys. Why don'tcha find out for yourself? Unlock them. Go ahead. You like experiments or you wouldn't be the Director of TRIM."
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She grinned at his rebuttal. The fire in his voice just made her want to mess with him more and more. This was all too interesting to her. Learning a different side of the life in a cell from a total asshole like Asher was amazing to her. Cassius was all for pleasing and being happy. While Asher took advantage of that when ever his 'needs' got the best of him.
But, he did have a point. She love experiments. So, she glanced to the door to see a guard looking in to see if he would need to come in. And she waved at him to back off and lock the door. The satisfying click gave her the snap to step behind him and she slipped the key into the lock on those cuffs. And she removed them. Tucking them into her pocket with the key and stepping back. Watching him. "Well.. Then let's experiment."
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Asher's eyes flicked to the door as he heard the bolt slide into place. Well. This woman was either exceptionally confident (and had a means of backing it up) or exceptionally stupid. For now, he appreciated both as he felt her move behind him and work the key in the cuffs. He heard the click, felt the pressure ease off his wrists, and he relaxed as his hands were freed.
And then he just eyed her, one eyebrow arched, and rubbed at his wrists.
It was tempting to swing at her, like he'd dreamed of doing, and she wouldn't be the first. Even after three years, he went to the examination rooms fighting--and usually had to be restrained or sedated in some way before he even got to the table, because he fought for all he was worth and wasn't above kicking, punching, scratching, and biting. Sometimes he mixed it up, though, and bade his time.
The first time he'd been taken to one of those rooms, he'd behaved placidly until he'd gotten his hand on a scalpel.
This was one of those times. He stared back mildly at her, looked around, and then pulled up a chair and sat down, arms resting on his knees as he looked up at her. "Well?"
He'd just have to wait for his 'scalpel'.
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She noticed the dangerous look and almost licked her lips. This one was proving to be more exciting by the minute. And he even had the gal to go sit down on her chair and sit there arrogantly. So, she walked over to him and placed her hands on her hips. Leaning in close.
"Well, this visit is more for me to get to know you. So, why don't you tell me a little about yourself?" she said and watched him. "I wanna know about you. Why you're so angry. Why you have this past history of beating up the doctors. Even why you haven't attacked me. Go ahead. Lay it on me."
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Asher's eyebrows climbed at those questions and he folded his arms over his chest and sat back in the chair. Ah, nice and cushiony.
"You...wanna know why I'm angry?" he asked, incredulity replacing some of the anger. "Seriously? Honey, I'm a fucking lab rat. I get needles poked in me, shit injected in my veins, put under the knife, hooked up to machines, and made to drink shit knows what in the form of pills and liquids and fuck knows what else." He shrugged and turned his palms outward, wrists exposed to show the tracks going up and down his arms, bruises where IVs had been a couple days ago.
He had no problem laying out exactly why he was pissed.
"As you may be able to deduce, it fucking hurts. Factor in the lack of control, cramped quarters, and being, y'know, a fucking lab rat and, y'know, you tend to get a little upset." He smiled.
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She listened to him go on about his anger and what led to it, then looked down to the bruises and reached out to touch them. A glutton for any opportunity the cause some more pain to someone--even if that person could harm her at any moment. Or-- at least attempt. But she was quite capable of handling herself.
But, at the end of his speech she smiled back and licked her lips. "Well, why are you here then? Hm..? You did something to get yourself put into this situation. So, why don't you tell me what it is?" She mused. Reaching up to mess with his hair a little. Letting out a light chuckle.
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Asher caught her wrist before she could touch his head, grip firm though not to the point of causing pain.
"Don't. Fucking. Touch me," he ground out, eyes locked on hers, and tossed her arm away. "And why are you asking me? Shouldn't you have that on file?" He really didn't want to talk about that.
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She grinned and looked to her wrist, then straightened up. "Your gang activities brought too much attention to you, added with the murder of a cop you were prosecuted. Because you are psionic, you were kept, but weren't able to be a pilot candidate. You just had enough to scoot past being killed and they brought you here as your punishment. Allowing use to do experiments."
She paused a moment to poke her bottom lip, then chuckled. "Did I miss something.... Dear Asher?"
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"No." Asher forced the word out through clenched teeth, body gone rigid again. He didn't want to be reminded. Hated the reminder. Hated that he remembered and couldn't forget.
Hated that it was his own damned fault and that he couldn't even pretend otherwise.
"That about covers it."
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She grinned. "Perfect then." She said, but she wanted to push things. So she turned and went over to go get a butterfly needle to draw blood from him. Putting on gloves and walking over to him. "I want some of your blood." She said with a grin.
"So hold still." She walked over to him with that needle. Reaching out for his arm to hold it while piercing him. That was if she could get a hold of him.
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Oh, fuck that noise. Another time and he may have been okay with letting her take it, but today, he was at his breaking point and there was only so far he was willing to take this little game. If he hadn't just gotten thoroughly probed and prodded by sharp things just a day or two ago, he may have actually been compliant for the sake of leading her on and throwing her off. But his arms hurt and he was tired of getting jabbed and had maxed out his tolerance level for such things.
Asher jerked out of the chair and to his feet, backing up out of her reach. "Heh, no. Your scientists already took plenty the other day. It's under ice. Go check it out."
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She watched him back up and chuckled. "Hm.. OK then." and she threw the needle to the side. "Fine. No blood. But I do need to do a physical exam. Now, take off your clothes." She demanded. Placing her gloved hands on her hips.
This was something she was going to make him do, regardless of his attitude. She would chase him around if she needed to.
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...Huh. He hadn't expected the word 'no' to actually work. Usually, that was about the time the guards were called in to restrain him, and he'd be flipping his shit and wailing on her and them--and he was fully prepared to do it, too, fully prepared to launch himself at her and see how much damage he could cause before they stopped him. Asher blinked in surprise and relaxed a little.
And then he decided to see how far he could push it. He was no prude nor body shy in the least--he was an Aedolian through and through and besides, being here, where there was no respect for boundaries or autonomy, he had been stripped of his shame, as well--and it was just an exam, of which he'd had hundreds. But that didn't mean he wanted to make it easy for her, either.
He shook his head, arms crossing over his chest. "No."
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She chuckled. "Not going to work this time." She said and approached him. "Either you do it willingly or I'll have to force you." She stated firmly while putting little distance between them, having him almost up to the wall. "Now.. Are you going to oblige, or do I have to get rough with you?"
She adjusted the gloves and grinned.
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Asher squared his shoulders and locked eyes with her, silently challenging her. His lips quirked up in a small smirk. "Bitch, I'd like to see you try."
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Well, that was something she was excited to hear. She hasn't had the chance to be forceful. Though, something about her job required her to be able to hold her own. And though she was skinny and looked as though she had no muscle mass, she was actually quite strong. So, she reached out and grabbed his throat and pushed him towards the wall to pin him there.
"Don't try me, puppet."
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That surprised him. If anything, he had expected her to yell for some backup--and he hadn't been prepared for her to be quite that strong or gutsy. The breath left him in a gasp when he hit the wall, but he wasn't about to take it laying down--and, as far as he was concerned, Director or not, she was just a woman. A strong one, but still just a chick.
He grabbed for her wrists to try to take the pressure off and brought one leg up, then slammed his foot down for her toes.
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She was amused by the surprise on his face when she had him against the wall. Though, he did have a lot of fight in him when he grabbed her wrists then slammed his foot on her toes. She winced, but held her ground. Glaring at him while she adjusted her fingers and dug her nails into his neck.
"You're going to learn to listen. Willingly... Or as a fucking vegetable."
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That made him freeze. It wasn't the pain of her nails digging in that did it--he'd endured worse. It was the threat. He wasn't afraid of much anymore after being here, not even death; sure he didn't want to die and still had too much hope to lay down and wait for it, but it wasn't what he feared.
Being a vegetable, though? Alive but not, lacking all control, being just...there but not there and as good as dead without the release? That scared him.
His hands loosened on her wrists and he leveled a malevolent glare at her. "Fine," he spat. "Get the fuck off me."
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Aa.. So she figured out his weakness. He was a tough one to crack, but under it all, he was actually afraid of being a vegetable-- and she had all the means to make him into one. So, when his hands loosened, she stepped back and licked her lips. "Aa.. I see that you really do have a weakness.. Good. I'll be sure we have this on file." She smirked.
Then she crossed her arms over her chest and grinned. "Well, off with them. Or do I have to force it?"
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Asher rolled his eyes and tried not to actually show how her words had rattled him--even though she'd already figured it out. He shoved off the wall with a growl and, in one smooth motion, stripped off his shirt and tossed it at her.
"Whatever."
A couple seconds later, and he had stripped down to his underwear. Old scars lined his pale skin here and there, along with several tattoos, and fresh bruises stood out purple where needles had recently been. But aside from that he looked healthy and fit; he didn't have much else to do, so he spent a lot of his free time working out.
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She caught his shirt and made an angry face at him. He was crossing the line a bit there, but what ever. She just carelessly threw it to the floor and watched him undress to his underwear.
She stepped a little closer to examine the bruises and the scarring. Even daring to reach out and touch some scars to see if they were on the borderline-keloid stage or not. Though, her hand did drop from his skin and she circled around him once before stopping in front of him. "Well... you're not entirely undressed are you?"
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While Asher jerked under her touch a little, hating it, he endured it for the most part. Even he knew that he had crossed some lines and it was all about picking his battles. For now, he'd fought enough--and hadn't really intended to in the first place; she'd just successfully managed to set him off.
Snorting at her comment, he slipped his underwear off and rested a hand on his hip, shooting her a flat look. "Shall I bend and cough?"
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She watched his underwear slip off with a sick satisfaction that she could cause someone to do such a thing with the littlest threat. It was empowering. And she was soaking it all in. Though, his comment called for a chuckle and she moved over to him. Running a hand down his chest. Lower. and. lower. "No. You wont have to do that. But, you will have to learn to listen to me better."
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Once again, Asher caught the woman's wrist, stopping her before she went too low. This time he held it, grip firm and fingers digging in as he glared at her.
"Listen, cuntwaffle. Either cut the bullshit and do the fucking exam or cut to the damned chase, because this is getting old. You wanna whore yourself out? Be my fucking guest. But you're either a slut or a doctor. Pick one." Because of all the physical exams he'd had, none of them involved getting felt up.
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She yanked her hand free and promptly slapped him across the face. "I'll do what I want, when I want, and how I want. If you have an issue with this, then too bad.." She stated firmly. Grabbing his shoulder and tugging him close.
"Now... bastard. You'll learn one thing about me. I am a doctor-- I am the director. You will learn to appreciate that fact, and how to shut your mouth. I will perform my checkup of you anyway that I wish, and you will keep quiet about it." She demanded, fishing it up with another rough slap.
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Asher let out a hiss of pain when she slapped him, and felt steely anger course through his veins as she spoke. But it was a new kind of anger--and a more dangerous kind than his violent outbursts. A smile stretched his lips, one that didn't reach his eyes, and it stayed there even after the second cheek-reddening slap. He would probably have a bruise there in the morning, and with his pale skin they tended to look worse than they were, but he didn't care. His skin stung, but it was nothing he hadn't endured before.
"Fine, doc," Asher said, and then just stood there, forcing himself to relax. "Fine. You have wowed me with your keen professionalism. I'm sure Zachary would be pleased." He flashed a fake grin. "Have at it."
And in the meantime, he started to take careful stock of everything available in this room and where it was located.
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Aa.. So he was threatening her with Zachary now? Well, this just got interesting. Though, she just smirked, unphased. "Sorry to burst your bubble, dear boy, though... I'm not doing anything wrong." She stated and pushed him into the wall behind him, then looked over his chest. Her hand running down his skin again. But, the true intention of that touch-- even from the start, was seeing the firmness of his muscles to see if anything was affecting them.
Then she pushed his chin up and looked over his neck. "Do you still work out in that room? Or, is Cassius your only form of exercise?"
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"Not doing anything wrong, perhaps. But displaying a gross lack of self control? Definitely." Asher still smiled, letting her hands roam and tilting his head when she started to look over his neck, currently compliant.
"Cass is my most vigorous form of exercise," Asher said with a shrug, "but not the only. I still work out. Not much else to do." And he wanted to keep fit and prepared for the day he got the fuck out of here. Because he would get out, somehow.
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"Lack of self control? Aa.. because I punched you, or because I slept with Cassius?" She questioned. Looking at his face, then she stepped back and crossed her arms over her chest.
"Most vigorous? So, not only does the sex keep you in shape, but so does beating him up, hm? You tell me I have no self control and you attack someone who has no issues with it-- nor the ability to actually comprehend that your actions are wrong. I think we have a hypocrite here." She moved to pick up his pants and handed them to him. "Regardless. As a specimen, you're in tip-top shape. I'll be sure to get you on the lists for new drugs. I'd like to see some of your spunk taken care of. Who knows, maybe I'll get an excuse to make you into a vegetable."
She grinned. Standing back to let him get dressed.
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"Both," Asher answered a bit more snappishly than he'd intended. Realizing that, he smoothed his face back out and shrugged, giving a light, bitter laugh.
"Lady, I'm just a fucked up, lowly lab rat. I've been physically and mentally altered and fucked with and tested on and, basically, tortured. I'm not the almighty Director with all her fancy degrees and special training and high learning. If you can't tell the difference between the the rat and the scientist..." He trailed off, snatching his pants back from her and yanking them on.
"So yeah, like I care about morality. Anyway, bitch, you're preaching to the choir. You fucked him, too."
He pointedly ignored--or at least, didn't react--to the rest of what she said. Instead he bent down to grab his shirt off the floor, not wanting her to see that she'd shaken him.
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"Regardless of my sleeping with Cassius, which happened in the confines of my home where I am not required to keep a professional behavior. So your complaint is invalid." She picked up his chart and smirked. "You seem to be a bit jealous of this fact though-- you're not the only one giving favors to him--Oh, and Zachary seems to have a liking for him too."
She casually opened his chart and looked at something before snapping it shut. "Basically tortured..? Mm... It's exciting isn't it?"
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"I know about Zachary," Asher said, deciding not to comment on the 'jealousy' bit. Cassius talked about Zachary all the time--but as far as he knew, they didn't sleep with each other. He quickly pushed past that subject, though, to focus on the other. He didn't want to get into that.
"Oh yeah. So exciting. Nothing wakes ya up better than high voltage through the veins. You should try it some time." He slipped his shirt back on.
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She grinned and licked her lips. "I have." She stated firmly. "The shock therapy that I have you and the others going through is something that I have go through myself. It's only fair to see what I'm doing to you specimens." She pushed her hair over her shoulder and adjusted her glasses.
"So, Asher. What are your ambitions? You are listed as someone who has tried to escape, so I can imagine you have taken a mental note to where all the items that could be used to do such a thing are at in this room. Correct?"
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Okay, it was official: bitch was fucking crazy.
"You should amp up the volume a little more next time and see what happens to ya," Asher suggested with a smile that soon faded. Shit.
Shoving off from the wall, Asher plopped back into the chair and crossed one leg over the other. "Habit. My only ambition at this point is to survive for as long as I can and live as pain-free as I can in the meantime." He shrugged. "I attempted it, sure. Note the past tense. I failed. And where the fuck do I think I'm gonna go, anyway? I'm in fucking space."
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She chuckled. "I had the same voltage as you. Though, I can't say my screams were as loud as yours. I saw the video." She stated. Watching him walk over to the chair and sit down. So, she pushed over a stool and sat down on it. Looking at him. "Mm.. Past tense and failed. Yes, it is true the only way you could get out is to steal a ship. And, though we do have single-person crafts here, for you to get to one and then get out of here is highly unlikely." She said with a nod.
Crossing her legs as well. "But, what got you in this place anyway? Your origins are what I am confused on."
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Asher didn't respond to what he assumed had been meant as a taunt; instead, he only raised his eyebrows a little and stared blankly back at her. If it had been a taunt, it didn't work. Sure, he still had his pride, but he wasn't ashamed that he'd screamed, nor was he ashamed when an experiment brought him to tears. It fucking hurt. And while he was proud of a great many things (and not so proud of others), he saw no point in trying to pretend. He had at first, just to be rebellious. Now he just didn't see the point.
"What about my origins? You recited 'em back at me earlier just fine," he said.
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She was studying him like a hawk while he thought about the things she asked, or the things that happened to him. Though, his rebuttal about her explaining his origins. Which meant he was still thinking rather clearly, though he was obviously annoyed with her. "Regardless of me reciting back what's on paper. I want to hear you say it. And I want to know more. There has to be some interesting twists to your story." She announced.
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Asher shrugged. "More? Gotta be more specific there, honey. What do you wanna know?"
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She thought a moment. Realizing that getting him to talk was harder than she expected. "I want to know what you did before you came here. About that gang you were in before...and about that cop you killed." She wanted to push buttons.
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Asher gave her a bored, bland look. "I fail to see how that's relevant to your research."
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"It is relevant in the fact that your gang life led to some hard-life training. Your murdering that cop makes you a hazard-- a killer warning. You can do it again. Though, I want to know what it did to you." She explained.
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Hah, point. Though no one needed to know about his past to see how he behaved in the present--and if his past had been squeaky clean, it was likely he would have behaved the same way here, anyway. "Like that has any bearing on anything," he said with a shrug. "People wanna to do bad, harmful things to me, so I fight back. It's basic shit, lady. Self-preservation, survival instincts..."
After a pause he added, "What do you mean, what it did to me?"
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She just smirked as he spoke about instincts. He was right, anyone with a right mind would want to fight it-- with Cassius aside, he was special in himself. But, she still knew the tolls of killing. And wondered if that had any affects on Asher.
"Well, yes. What it did to you. You're a relatively healthy man who takes to beating someone who will just smile and offer his face just to keep you happy. You also sleep with this same person. Rather than have a lack of things to do-- the fact that you beat him up makes me wonder what sort of trauma this murder has had on you."
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Asher looked away, staring at one of the cupboards. "I don't want to talk about it," he said curtly. "And anyway, you're barking up the wrong tree if you wanna talk trauma. Forgotten where ya work again?"
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She chuckled. "I see. Well, if you don't wish to discuss it, then, why don't you tell me somethings you would like to see change in this place?" She was always curious what things they wanted to make different, and what things she could make worse.
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"Well, for one, how about you get actual guinea pigs?" Asher suggested with a roll of his eyes.
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She laughed. "For things that are to be used on humans-- why not test them on humans?" She asked, though poked her nail to her bottom lip. "Though, I do wonder.. If you were taken from testing on to being the one administering the tests, what would you do?"
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Asher seemed to consider that a moment, more for her benefit than because he actually had to think about it, and then answered simply, "Nothing. I've got problems, woman, but sadism isn't one of 'em."
Violent tendencies? Yes. Anger issues? In spades. But he didn't actually enjoy the act of inflicting pain and injuries. It was simply what happened when he snapped, when he was blinded by anger and hatred and needed to feel like he had some control in his life. But he'd been through the experiments. He didn't think he could actually conduct them.
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She grinned. "Tis a pity. I could almost see you in a lab coat.. performing experiments. I sort of want to try it." The power to give him some freedom, but take it away at any whim was highly erotic to her, but she wouldn't outright say it.
"Well, I suppose now all that's left is for me to see your living quarters. Want to lead the way?"
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Once again, Asher chose not to respond. He didn't want to say anything that might give her ideas; if he protested, she'd probably go right ahead and set that up, and if he agreed...she'd probably do the same. So he just kept his expression neutral and didn't acknowledge the comment at all.
Instead, he rose to his feet and moved toward the door, letting out a quiet sigh of relief that it was over---and letting his eyes sweep over the room one last time. "Gladly. Open it up."
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She just grinned and got to her feet. Walking over to the door and knocking on it. A guard turned to look through the window, then opened the door and she looked to Asher. "Now.. you better behave~" She demanded, waving at the guards so they would lag behind them.
"Lead the way."
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"Yeah, yeah," Asher said with a dismissive wave before he headed out the door and started for his room, not waiting to see if she or the guards were following. After all that, he was actually eager to get back, just so he didn't have to look at her smug face any longer. Oh well. One day, that would change.
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She followed close at his heel, but did remain behind him for safety purposes. Once at his room, she had to door opened and let him in first before she stepped in and took a look around. Curious about the living situations of the specimens. "Well, it's not too bad."
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"Define, 'not so bad'," Asher said dryly, striding over to his bed and flopping down onto it. "Are we done now?"
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"Well. You have a bed and plenty of space. What more could you want? A TV? A computer? Would that make you happy? Hm?" She grinned, this was all too amusing.
"Are we done? Hm.... I suppose for now we are. But you let me know the second you think of something you would like. I'm here to make your life easier." She licked her lips.
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Asher stretched out, back propped up against his pillows and arms crossed over his chest. "Oh sure. A TV would be awesome. I could watch my soaps in bed instead of the rec room."
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She eyed him for a moment, but this could prove to be interesting, so she opened his file and wrote something in it, then smile to him-- though it was still sadistic. "Anything else?"
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"Ohh, are you taking orders? Alright, while you're at it, add 'personal masseuse' to the list. Oh! Porn mags. That'd be sweet. Lesbian, gay, straight, I don't care. And a latte. Iced with raspberry syrup and chocolate drizzle, no whipped cream, and an extra shot." Asher paused and tapped his chin thoughtfully. "I think that covers it."
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She listened to him and actually jotted all of these down. She was going to have a little experiment with him based off of his estranged wants. She personally thought a specimen wasn't allowed to have wants, but, in this case, she was going to let it slide just to see what would happen.
"Well then, Asher. I'll bid you a farewell for tonight. Though, I'll be back around 8am tomorrow." And with that, she stepped out of the room.
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"Oh joy," Asher answered, and as soon as she was gone he rolled onto his belly, pulled the pillow over his head, and attempted to catch a few minutes of rest--alone, for once.
As much as he hated to admit it, even to himself, that encounter had taken it out of him even though nothing had really happened. That was the person who had control over all their lives and how their lives panned out, how miserable or pleasant they would be and how long, whether they would get fed drugs one day or get metal plates shoved into their skull. And on top of it all, she was a fucking whore.
Which, generally, wouldn't bother Asher. He was Aedolian; he liked sex; prostitution wasn't a shameful profession. But the idea of someone doing that here, taking advantage of people who had no choice and were tortured daily...it was a slap in the fucking face.
Taking a deep breath, forcing his muscles to relax, Asher finally drifted off into a restless sleep.
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The next day, at 8am on the dot, she opened up the door to the room and stepped in. Looking at Asher. "Morning there." She said in a fake cheery voice. "I see Cassius is out again. Perfect."
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Asher was a light sleeper, and he woke with a jolt as soon as he heard his door open, his body tense. He didn't move, though, and when he heard the Director's voice, he didn't immediately acknowledge her. He was still sprawled out on his belly, hugging his pillow, and after he had given himself some time to fully wake and get his bearings, he cracked one brown eye open.
"What do ya want?"
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She made a face at him and put her hand on her hip, her other hand remaining behind her back for the time being. "Now that's no way to greet the director!" She walked over to him and leaned over to bring her face close to his. "Not when I come baring gifts~" Then she moved her hand from behind her and handed him the iced latte he had mentioned the night before. "Here."
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Even when she presented the latte, Asher didn't move but remained laying where he was. Both eyes were open now and he stared at the latte cautiously, then slowly rose so he was sitting, legs crossed. His eyes flicked from the drink to the Director and back before finally settling on the Director's face, expression blank. He made no move to accept the drink.
"What's in it?" he asked after a long pause.
He'd been here long enough that he knew random acts of kindness were never just that, and like hell was he going to trust it coming from this woman, especially not when she'd spoke of giving him new meds--ones that would take away his 'spunk'. While Asher had dealt with a lot of shit, and while it frightened him, nothing scared him so much as the thought of losing who he was. Because that was all he had left.
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She watched him, but chose to look at the drink with wide eyes when he questioned it. So, she listed off what it was. "It's an iced latte with raspberry syrup and chocolate drizzle, no whipped cream, and an extra shot." She said and motioned for him to take it again. "Would you accept it if I took a sip from it as well?" She wondered.
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Despite her playing innocent, Asher was not swayed. He nodded at her question and waved a hand at the drink. "Yeah, you first. And no sippin'. Take a big swallow. You should be good at that."
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She smirked wickedly at him. "And I'm sure you are too, Asher." But she led the straw to her mouth and cupped it between her lips. Sucking hard to get a good mouthful and letting the straw snap from her mouth. Then, to be a pig, she showed him what she had in her mouth before she closed her mouth and swallowed, then showed him her empty mouth and handed him the cup again. "Happy?"
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"I think ya went into the wrong profession," Asher said dryly when the Director was done, snagging the cup away from her. "Ya coulda been a star."
Eying the drink one last time, still suspicious, he swirled it in its cup and snorted when she asked if he was happy. "No. So what's your game plan here? What's up with the sudden nicey-nice act? What are ya tryin' to prove?"
He still didn't fully believe that it wasn't laced, especially not after her admitting that she experimented on herself. Whether true or not, he wasn't taking the risk.
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She smiled to him, reaching up and grasping her glasses between her index and thumb and pulled them off. "I have no ill intentions in mind. And there is still nothing in that drink." She stated and cleared her throat.
When she did, a guard carried in a box for a TV-- it was small. But it was something. She was curious what a view to the outside world would do for him, and his anger issues. Though, she was already concocting a pill that would make him cheery. A much stronger anti-anger medicine than is allowed to be prescribed. Laced with other things of course.
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As the TV was brought into the room, Asher's suspicion--and alarm--only increased. He stared at the Director and felt rather like a fly coaxed into a dark place by alluring sweetness, and now he was just waiting for the jaws of the Venus fly trap to snap shut. Except he was refusing to go into that dark place, rejecting the sweets, and yet still felt like some trap was ready to spring shut around him.
"Okay, seriously, what the fuck are ya doin'?"