~*~Genetically High RP (Role Play)~*~Unlike Any Other!~*~

[Gertrude McFuzz]

(See page one and take a look at the map, please.)

 

[CayugaLover]

Phoenix saw Nex, but paid him no attention, instead studying the force field. she slowly walked around its perimiter.

 

[Gertrude McFuzz]

(Guys, Aquila is in about the middle of the very large island. Phoenix couldn't just go outside and be at the barrier. And Nex certainly could not have heard her. Even if he did, he wouldn't be the only one.)

 

[CayugaLover]

? then how do they even know it's up yet?

 

[Gertrude McFuzz]

(They took a long walk.)

 

[Gertrude McFuzz]

(I think they heard the absence of people…)

 

[Gertrude McFuzz]

(New RP on my signature!)

 

[CayugaLover]

(i know! i already made my charries )

 

[Gertrude McFuzz]

- "How are they coping?" The woman asked. Her long caramel hair was swept back in a low ponytail which fell down her lab coat, away from her eyes. Her horn-rimmed glasses glinted in the florescent light.

"Surprisingly well, Dr." said the man at computer.

"And the phone response?"

"No suspicion."

"The development?"

"Going well."

"Are they ready for a test?"

"I believe so, Dr."

"Then proceed." The man nodded and turned to a large white computer. He began to type in a long, complicated sequence. The woman moved to the monitors. The experiment was going well, she thought. A smile crept across the face of Genevieve Aquila as the man looked to her for conformation. With a nod, the creator of the Genetically High Project turned to the screen to see the carnage.

 

[trainfullachickens14]

- "How are they coping?" The woman asked. Her long caramel hair was swept back in a low ponytail which fell down her lab coat, away from her eyes. Her horn-rimmed glasses glinted in the florescent light.

"Surprisingly well, Dr." said the man at computer.

"And the phone response?"

"No suspicion."

"The development?"

"Going well."

"Are they ready for a test?"

"I believe so, Dr."

"Then proceed." The man nodded and turned to a large white computer. He began to type in a long, complicated sequence. The woman moved to the monitors. The experiment was going well, she thought. A smile crept across the face of Genevieve Aquila as the man looked to her for conformation. With a nod, the creator of the Genetically High Project turned to the screen to see the carnage.

( O.O )