Roleplay:Lab Rats

LEAVING IT OPEN FOR A COUPLE MORE DAYS...MAYBE...

Overview
You wake up kneeling on a cold tiled floor. A bag is over your head, but you can see a few figures arguing through the fibers, but about what, you don't know. The rooms smells of death and you swear the liquid you're kneeling in is blood. You are either sad, scared, confused, pissed, or any combination of the four. You noticed that, if you had any powers, you can't use them in the room you have been tossed into. You are powerless...for now.

Someone brought you here. To kill you? To make you a slave? Questions race within your brain as you search for answers, but are met with more questions. What lies on the next step in your adventure involves a lot of blood, violence, and science. What horrors wait for you, and who is tossing you at them? Become a lab rat and escape the maze!

Rules

 * No godmodding.
 * Strong language is allowed as long as you censor it.
 * Stray from the plot, and you will be shot...just kidding. You'll only be given a slap on the wrist and your soul given to Hades.
 * No romance except hugging and kissing, but you'll see that such things will get you nowhere fast.
 * Killing other people's characters is forbidden unless they give the thumbs up.
 * Anyone is welcome, but everyone joining should do their best to keep up
 * Have fun!

Characters Involved

 * Solomon The Bobcat (dingo)
 * Saren Arcturias (saren)
 * Kunero Hayate (zRexx)
 * Arashi The Electric Slayer (Raider)
 * Zoronyn the Cheetah (Indigo)

Participants

 * dingo
 * Saren
 * zRexx
 * Raider
 * IndigoShade

Chapter One
"So we're just going to trust these freaks from the get-go, and expect them to help us?" Someone shouted.

"We have no other choice." A second voice replied. "They have no other choice. And it looks like they are waking up. Take the bags off their heads."

The first guy did as he was told and removed the bags concealing the faces of the kidnapped Mobians. A better glimps reveals that you are in a dimly lit room with flickering lights and the annoying sound of blood dripping to the floor from a table. The source of the blood was about a dozen mangled corpses in the far corner. The captors can now be seen as well. Both of them are wearing military uniforms and are armed with assault rifles. The first voice was that of a large brown coyote, sneering at the captives. The second was a blue jay that looked like he hadn't slept in days. You would also notice that you feel very weak. So much so that any powers you may have do not work here as of now.

"Yo, black Clifford," Kunero asked the coyote, "You mind telling us why the f--k we're here?"

The coyote responded by attempting to charge at Kunero, but he was stopped by the jay. "Watch your mouth, rat!" the coyote growled. "Those corpses in the corner didn't pile themselves up!"

"Enough, Jones!" Jay ordered. "These are our only hope of getting out of here."

"Yeah, and that's what your mom said last night." Kunero laughs very sadistically, revealing his spiky, blood-stained teeth. "Now here's what I want to ask, if you're issue is getting out of here, then how'd you drag us into this place to begin with? What is this place anyway? Looks like the Umbrella Corporation. Please don't tell me I'm trapped inside of that crappy Resident Evil movie. God help us all. Seriously though, you have 60 seconds to explain what's going on before I open up your head with screwdriver. The clock is ticking, Falco."

As the bag was removed from her head, the black feline with crimson hair blinked her cobalt eyes and glanced around. Not noticing her captors or the other captives at first, she visibly cringed as she saw the mangled corpses in the edge of the room. It took her only a few seconds to remain her composure, save for being a tad bothered by the strong scent of blood in the room. It was then that the feline saw the coyote and jay out of the corner of her eye, and turned her head to face them.

"Who are you two and where is this place?" the spotless cheetah asked in a demanding tone.

When the bag was removed from Saren's head, a multitude of emotions were swirling around, but in the end his face settled into an expression of rage as he looked at his captors.

"Alright.. Where in the name of the dahaka's a** am I and who the f--k decided it was a good idea to capture me!?" Saren shouted, appearing as if he was close to having an aneurism thanks to rage as he spotted a long shard of glass near him and subtly took it.

Solomon stood up and twitched at the sight of all the blood, looking like he was about to break down. He backed into a corner where the blood was scarce.

"Don't try it, dark one." The blue jay said to Saren. "You may find that you have very few friends. Don't squander them by planting glass into our necks. But since you all have such lovely manners, I should at least introduce myself. I am Cobalt, and this is Jones" He gestured to his coyote friend, who growled at the group. "Where you are now is inside a secret lab known as The Sandbox. It was made for scientist all around the world to do whatever the hell they wanted to. It didn't work out. That's why we're here, why you're here. I chose you all to help us get out of here. All you need do is make it to the control room, and give administrative access to the computer in this room. I will be able to unlock the elevators and make our escape. I know you all have questions, and I know what questions you will ask, but I want to hear it from you all."

Kunero started cutting his arm with his Kukri, out of plain boredom, "Am I in some crappy fanfic roleplay of a platformer video game series or something? Jesus christ there are plotholes everywhere. If you guys are stuck inside this lab, how'd you manage to pull us in here? Do you have the arms of Mr. Fantastic?"

"Dark one?... I think you got me confused for those tall bipedal things in Metro 2033 and last light." Saren said as he squeezed the glass even harder, relishing in the pain he's inflicted on himself and looking at his bsloody hand in morbid fascination. "Lets see here.. If you're as knowledgeable about me as you say through your actions, you'd realize that I don't really care what you have to say and that I can and will shove this shard of glass in your neck if you continue with this mystery bull crap and not give me, or anyone else here straight answers." Saren threatened with an odd gleam in his eyes, indicating that he would love nothing more than to brutally murder Cobalt and Jones.

"They both have valid points, despite being rather morbid people." Solomon piped up.

Cobalt sighed, not entirely fond of having to have another long word to say to them. "Alright then. You were brought here to be ripped apart, each piece of you observed in the name of science. On day one, though, scientists lost control of several experiments. Seeing the carnage taking place, I knew that fighting them with our security force was a lost cause, evidence being the pile over there full of the Sandbox's finest. So I brought the only experiments that were alive and not killing anybody and brought you here. Those experiments being you all."

Kunero glares with anger, as he impales the wall with one of his electrified kukris, narrowly missing Cobalt's eyesocket. "I will rip both your intestines right out of your own bloody stomachs, and brutally strangle you all to death. You will die."

"You're really not helping with your chances to live ya know... But if you know the way out then I suppose you two are to valuable to kill... But, double cross any of us and you will not ever get to see the sun light, I'll make this ruin your grave... Keep that in mind should you harbor any thoughts of trying to deceive us my 'friends'." Saren threatened Cobalt and Jones, showing extreme sarcasm when he said the word friends.

"Why the hell try and dissect me? I'm not a super powered being like the other guys." Solomon asked their new "friend."

Cobalt hardly flinched when the dagger barely missed him "I was only here for the money." Cobalt shrugged. "And now I want to go because of the lack of said money. allow me to show you the door." He pointed to a metal door locked by a large wheel at its center. "That will lead you to the labs. And don't worry. Your walk to the main terminal won't be a bore. Many of the experiments still hunger for blood. You better get going. You'll starve to death before they do, even if you resort to cannibalism." At the final word, Jones wore a s***-eating grin.

Solomon shook his head and put a hand on the door's wheel. "Can I get a sound-off from anyone who wants to go?" He asked the crowd. "I don't plan on going out there alone."

"Sure, why not... It'll be a nice diversion." Saren said as his reason for volunteering to go with solomon.

Kunero twirls his automags and fires off twelve rounds in rapid succession, just to satisfy his itchy trigger fingers. The shell casings drop as he sadistically smiles, showing his razor-sharp, bloodstained teeth once again, his red, soul-piercing.eyes glowing in extreme lust. "So when we get to killin? I ain't gonna miss this for the world."

"I don't know... But I know that i'm gonna enjoy a bit of mass murder as a distraction." Saren said as he looks for a suitable weapon, preferrably one of his knives or his other two weapons. "Any one here see an axe or a scythe anywhere?.. I noticed that they aren't on me at the moment." Saren said in a bored tone.

Kunero is seen in a corner, sharpening an axe and a scythe that he randomly found somewhere. He turns his head back at Saren, "Get lost, these babehs are mine."

Saren looked at the scythe and the axe Kunero was sharpening and shrugged. "Those aren't the scythe and axe I was looking for, also you're not sharpening them correctly." Saren said in a dismissive tone.

"Alright. Good to see you two are getting along. Let's get going, then." Solomon said, finally turning the giant wheel on the metal door, unlocking it. It creaked open, revealing a dim hallway only lit by lights that flickered on and off. Strangely enough, though, it was relatively clean. Sure, there was junk in the hallway, but none of the carnage Cobalt described. There were even no bloodstains.

"Odd...let's go, cautiously..." Solomon murmured.

"Sorry, I don't do cautiously." Kunero remarks as he casually leads the way. He tosses down a few kukris into the ground by his feet, causing sparks and electricity to fly out from the blades, and a thin layer of smoke to blanket everyone's feet. There was no real reason as to why he did this, he just wanted to look cool.

"Screw caution.. I want to find something to kill with this glass shard I found... Also, don't even think about kill stealing from me.. I need this right now and I shall not be denied!" Saren semi ranted as he continued holding on tightly to the glass shard, grinning in psychotic glee at the pain.

"Ugh. Fine" When Solomon stepped out into the hallway, the iron door slammed behind him. "What the-?!"

"I closed my door for my own safety." Cobalt said. He was apparently in control of the intercoms. "Now, go down the hall to the auditorium. Use the signs above the hallways there to navigate your way through the Sandbox."

Solomon nodded. "Understood. We'll contact you somehow if we need help."

Before Solomon could finish the last word, a dull roar was heard in one of the rooms in the hallway. The source emerged: a creature the size of a boar. It had the body of a rat, but the neck and head was replaced by a worm-like tendril with a mouth that resembled a lamprey. Behind the first one, a few more emerged. They spotted the group and shrieked, charging.

Kunero began reloading his automags while taunting the creature in front, "Uh yeah, I think it's a really bad sign when your head resembles my uncle's deformed di-" Suddenly, his childish remark gets cut off as one of the beasts ram him. "MOTHERFR!!"

"OHHHHH!!! The fails are real!" Saren laughed out as Kunero got rammed.