Day One...
... At least, that's what I'm calling it. I don't exactly know how long I've been here. I can't see anything. My whole body feels like needles are piercing through every centimeter of skin. The only comfort I have now is the sound of a tape recorder, the only thing that I've heard in hours. I guess I've spent too much time here; I'm starting to record everything like a scientific log. Even my initial screaming and struggling have left me as that minor comfort's returned, the sound of the tape rolling in. I just wonder how long that'll allow me to keep my sanity. My eyes have been forced shut and bandaged over, from what I can tell, and it feels like I'm stuck in a straitjacket... I'm assuming there are cables around me. It's what it feels like, anyway, but they seem to keep... Moving. I can't stay still, can't sit up straight...
... Day Five...
I've been talking to you non-stop now, recorder, for what I'm guessing to be about five days. No food, no water, but my body still seems fine... Just that constant, nagging pain. It's a miracle that you can keep rolling even when it's been so lon...
Click. Oh. Oh no. Oh no, no, no,
no! The tape ran out... The tape ran out, the tape ran out, the tape ran out! Someone, please, anyone! Can you hear me!? Please, just put another one in, please, don't leave me here to ramble to myself!
Day Twelve
I've finally managed to rip off the red tape binding my eyes shut and loosened my own restraints. A man was in the room with me. I quickly lashed at him and, to my surprise, severed one of the cables wrapped around me. It wrapped around his neck and he was choked to death, at which point I simply crouched over his corpse. It had to be hours before I finally decided to do something, and when I did... It felt so natural. I lashed downward at him and, as if it were some natural mechanism, opened wide and... Well, let's just say he'll be supplying me with the nutrients I've probably been lacking for the last eleven days, as well as loosening my jacket further. The feeling of needles was replaced with... Absolute euphoria upon his consumption. I don't see anyone else, though. The room's very dark, but I can make out the shapes of everything in it... His tattered lab coat on the floor, the mirrors at each side... What looks to be a door that's been locked tight. I might never get out of here, especially after that. How stupid could I be?
... I recognized him, before I took his life. He was an intern. Low-class personnel. Nothing of value lost.
Whrrrrriiiiir. Click.
Day Two Hundred Ninety-Three: Interview
"Hello, Doctor."
"Oh, I'm still a doctor here? Or do you just want to avoid calling me by my name?"
"That's not important at the moment. I want to ask you again about what happened when you touched the box."
"The... Box?"
"You do remember, don't you? The box we secured in Cell 183, the one we brought you here to solve."
"... I... I don't..."
"You have to remember. It's why you're here."
". . . They..."
"Doctor?"
CRSHK, CLICK, SNAP
... They've since started using a much heavier grade of ballistic plastic to keep me back. Not as sturdy as steel, but they can keep their eyes on me. Track my emotions and reactions. Not that it matters. Doubt I'll talk to anyone for a while...
... They... Don't want me to, anyway.
Day Three Hundred Ninety-Eight
Six more low-class personnel. I believe that brings my total up to forty-nine. They've been keeping me pretty far away from... Well, anyone, since this began. Or, at least, they've tried. To do general maintenance, they've sent in the interns and human lab rats. After all, nothing of value could be lost that way, right? Can't say I blame them.
I got to talk to Dr. Jones today. It's been so long since I've had the chance to speak to my former
assistant. Hard to believe they've promoted him in my absence. We talked casually, with ballistic-resistant material between us. He asked if I could hear anything abnormal. I told him that 'it was just the voices'. Since he took my recorder away, I've had to make due with them, after all. He made it clear to me that they planned to seal me off entirely. At first, I was delirious, enraged, and I attempted to rush at him. I cracked the plastic... A few tranquilizers and I was back in my seat again. He told me that it was for the good of the staff. Part of me wished to oblige, but when he refused to provide me with my tape recorder... I went for the 'glass' again. The adrenaline... It was as if the tranq's did nothing. He eventually lowered a steel wall behind the glass, and I was forced to return to to the cell. I could hear drills all night...
Day Four Thousand, Nine Hundred, Eighty Three
... I heard something for the first time in ages today. A loud explosion, followed by the sound of ripping steel and flesh. Even now, as I struggle to speak again, I find myself smiling, the light of the moon now gracing my skin. I tore from my cables, screaming as I did.
... Now I'm free. I don't even know who I am.
What I am anymore. But I'm free.
Detailed Information
((Warning, I consider this 'spoiler' information. If you want to keep her nature a bit more ambiguous. This is not, however, a cheat sheet, and will not give you much along the lines of help in combat against her, should that event ever come up.))
Subject Number: CP2431-1
Age: 39 Years
Weight: ???
Height: 5'7"
Class: K
Special Containment Procedures:
Subject is to be kept in cell at all times. As of March 13th [DATA EXPUNGED], the windows in subject's cell are to be bolted over with steel. No one is to enter the subject's chamber at any time for any circumstance. In the event of a breach, personnel is authorized to use 'blast seals'. If power is unavailable, lethal force is authorized for temporarily incapacitating Subject CP2431-1, but no attempts to totally terminate the subject have succeeded thus far.
Subject is to remain in straitjacket to hide [DATA EXPUNGED] and otherwise restrain her. Steel cables are also implemented for this purpose. Prior to total isolation, subject was to have red tape over her eyes at all times to allow personnel to enter to maintain the cell without risk of being attacked. Non-invasive X-Ray Equipment is to be maintained about the room, constantly scanning it so the subject's activities can be tracked.
Description:
Subject appears to be a pallid woman with amber eyes and long blonde hair. Along her skin is [DATA EXPUNGED] that seem to affect her capabilities and changed her interior anatomy. Subject is rather youthful in appearance, appearing to be in her later teens despite having turned 39 at the last update of this file.
Subject was created when Dr. [REDACTED] solved CP2431 and fell victim to hellish visions upon its completion. The events created her [DATA EXPUNGED] and noticeably changed her physical appearance to a point where other researches deemed she was affected in a drastic enough matter that required study, hence she was put into containment. Subject showed initial panic, but ultimately became more complacent and, in the end, schizophrenic. Subject constantly complained about pain until she began actively eating again.
Upon initially removing the blinding mechanism through means unknown, she attacked and devoured one of the lower class personnel, digesting him in a matter of hours. Subject was reported showing signs of euphoria and even glaring at the one-way window that other researchers were observing her through, showing signs of heat. The same reaction was documented each time she killed or consumed, something she was quite capable of doing despite being restrained so harshly.
Subject shows incredible physical strength, and lead to the death of Dr. Simon Marcoh during an interview with her by smashing through military grade ballistics plastic by merely headbutting it, gripping his neck with her teeth, and snapping it. Subject also seems to like the taste of blood, though she prefers consuming victims whole (and alive, at times).
-OoC Notes-
Isolation is a different sort of character from my regular roster. She's psychotic, unpredictable, and not much is known about her aside from the fact that she has inhuman strength and vorish capabilities. This character may be violent and disturbing, or may be nice and cuddly. It's a mixed bag. You have been warned.
And yes, the idea came while listening to
that song. Music sparks strange ideas.
