《Human After All》A Role Play

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"Well, perhaps I disagree with that, but that doesn't really matter at all. It's your life, so you can do whatever you want and it's none of my business. And perhaps it will work out well for you." Aya told him with a slightly crooked smile.
"So, is that all you have to ask me? Because I would not want to take up too much of your time." Aya asked him politely, which was basically her own way of possibly getting out of an awkward situation.

Devine smirked maliciously. "So your not upset with the C.M.I., not for all the lives ended, not even for what they do to your kind?" He questioned with deep curiosity.
 
(Yes, please continue it RIGHT NOW. Ms. Run Wild doesn't have "Run" in her name for nothing.)

( :p )
Jaxson capped the syringe of propofol and stuck it in his pocket, then locked the door behind him as he left the office. The hallway to the elevator being empty, he was sorely tempted to run but he couldn't risk being caught on camera. No, a walk would have to do. He went over his rather flimsy plan as he went down the elevator and to the cells.
Timing wasn't really necessary, thankfully, but he did need to hurry so he would have time to tell Artemis what was happening and make sure she was good with it. After all, this was her life on the line here. Half of him wanted to run into his sister and have her help, but that would be too dangerous, dragging a third party in; as well as inconsiderate, putting Vanessa's life in danger with them, though she likely wouldn't see it that way.
Stopping at cell 13's doorway, he cleared his throat to get Artemis' attention before entering.

(What is propofol?)
Artemis sat on her cot thinking over today's interrogation. She remembered the way she screamed, remembered the way she so effortlessly expressed her pain. She was sure that she had done that to convince Mythe that she was in such excruciating pain, that she would surrender to him the information he wanted, but now she was beginning to realize that part of her had been weak, like the weak figure her father had always threatened she would become. Angry at herself she tightened her fists, when Jaxson's voice awoke her from her thoughts. Knowing what his presence meant, she rose to come closer to the doorway, before turning away. "Turn around." She laughed in a hushed tone, it was what always what Jaxson told her when he needed to handcuff her and had almost become his trademark; but Artemis failed, failed to redirect both their attention from her own execution as she had attempted with humor.
 
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Simeon rushed to the outside of the door and asked concernedly "Are you ok? Do you want pain killers? Bandages?" He cursed under his breath, sorry for what he had done.

Brooklyn weakly unlocked the door so he could enter before he attempted to kick it down. Brooklyn rubbed her hand through her hair, while the wounded one was kept pressed to her side. "I don't know." She said, his stressed behavior causing her to become stressed. She limped towards the tub, and sat on the ledge when she felt she could no longer stand. "I think it's infected." She stated, unsure how to change that since it couldn't be cleaned with water alone.
 
(What is propofol?)
Artemis sat on her cot thinking over today's interrogation. She remembered the way she screamed, remembered the way she so effortlessly expressed her pain. She was sure that she had done that to convince Mythe that she was in such excruciating pain, that she would surrender to him the information he wanted, but now she was beginning to realize that part of her had been weak, like the weak figure her father had always threatened she would become. Angry at herself she tightened her fists, when Jaxson's voice awoke her from her thoughts. Knowing what his presence meant, she rose to come closer to the doorway, before turning away. "Turn around." She laughed in a hushed tone, it was what always what Jaxson told her when he needed to handcuff her and had almost become his trademark; but Artemis failed, failed to redirect both their attention from her own execution as she had attempted with humor.
(A sedative)

Jaxson didn't chuckle or even look amused with her comment. "You know why I'm here," he said solemnly. He nervously fingered he syringe in his pocket, thinking over everything even as he talked to her.
 
Brooklyn weakly unlocked the door so he could enter before he attempted to kick it down. Brooklyn rubbed her hand through her hair, while the wounded one was kept pressed to her side. "I don't know." She said, his stressed behavior causing her to become stressed. She limped towards the tub, and sat on the ledge when she felt she could no longer stand. "I think it's infected." She stated, unsure how to change that since it couldn't be cleaned with water alone.
Simeon nodded, and replied quickly "It is. I'm going to need to look at it. And it's going to sting." He turned around to find the liquids and creams necessary for healing it.
 
(So, Siméon, an assassin for the CMI, just happens to have all the medical supplies in his guest bathroom necessary for healing infected bullet wounds? :lol: )
 

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