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Post by Presoa Triftin on Sept 10, 2010 23:26:43 GMT -5
Presoa woke up earlier than usual. Rolling around a little, she ran into the walls of her cage. It wasn't large, and didn't offer much wiggle room. She sat up, laying on her wings was always super uncomfortable. Presoa glanced around the chrome, lifeless room. Well, not exactly lifeless. There were the other unfortunate experiments, but none of whom she interacted with.
"Fourteen years of this. This has got to stop." She woke up and said the same thing everyday. Everyday, she was let down by another experiment, another shortage of nutrition, another day locked up.
The only thought that usually kept her going was that one day, hopefully not too far from now, she could be free. If only she was allowed to use her wings just once. Flight had never been allowed. Every once in a while, she was able to try and lift herself off the ground a little, but every time she tried, punishment was swift and severe.
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Post by Presoa Triftin on Sept 11, 2010 22:28:16 GMT -5
Presoa had been taken by the scientists, not dressed in their lab coats and goggles, of course, down into town. She had been given a large overcoat that looked obviously out of place on her, but it was to prevent anyone from being able to see her wings, and more importantly from her being able to spread them. #152 had always been the most resilient of experiments, and they didn't trust her with any freedom whatsoever.
In town, Presoa decided to sign-up for some Tesserae. She hoped that it would firstly assist her in being reaped for next years games, and also, maybe if she assisted in getting some food delivered to the lab, maybe she could be fed more, or at least more often. It was a slim hope, but either way it would give her some push into a want that she had.
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