Max Guevara {x5-452} (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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paradisalogs2012-10-07 04:14 pm
whatialways_do) wrote in paradisalogs2012-10-07 04:14 pm
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Who: Max Guevara and YOU
What: Max’s nightmare
When: Anytime within the plot.
Where: Manticore.
Rating: R.
Warnings: Child torture, violence, brainwashing.
The nightmare beings in a whitewashed hallway, the blue tinge of the fluorescent lighting flickering above you. It also could be a lot bigger than you’re used to, depending how tall you are. If you take the time to look, you’ll find that you still have all five fingers and five toes, but they’re now child-sized, to go with a body that’s tight and compact and meant to fit into small spaces. You’re dressed in blue smocks, plain and simple, meant to allow freedom of movement and not allow anyone to stand out. Also, if you had hair longer than a buzz cut, it’s gone. The only thing that’s truly distinguishable about you is your face, but in a sea of small X5s, some who actually have your face, it makes it hard to stand out.
Which is good, because Manticore’s goal isn’t exactly to have well rounded individuals.
A guard dressed in army grab approaches you, a rough, hard voice barking at you as he asks you why you aren’t with your unit. You’ll freeze, terrified in one place as he reaches for your arm and drags you away. You’re stronger than him and you know it, but striking an officer with a higher rank than you is grounds for a trip to psyops or worse, the med lab. You don’t fight, you don’t struggle, you just go, willing to lead you to wherever they want to take you.
Whatever punishment awaits, you’ll take it when you get there.
[SECTIONS: CLASSROOMS | MED LAB | 'NOMILIES]
What: Max’s nightmare
When: Anytime within the plot.
Where: Manticore.
Rating: R.
Warnings: Child torture, violence, brainwashing.
The nightmare beings in a whitewashed hallway, the blue tinge of the fluorescent lighting flickering above you. It also could be a lot bigger than you’re used to, depending how tall you are. If you take the time to look, you’ll find that you still have all five fingers and five toes, but they’re now child-sized, to go with a body that’s tight and compact and meant to fit into small spaces. You’re dressed in blue smocks, plain and simple, meant to allow freedom of movement and not allow anyone to stand out. Also, if you had hair longer than a buzz cut, it’s gone. The only thing that’s truly distinguishable about you is your face, but in a sea of small X5s, some who actually have your face, it makes it hard to stand out.
Which is good, because Manticore’s goal isn’t exactly to have well rounded individuals.
A guard dressed in army grab approaches you, a rough, hard voice barking at you as he asks you why you aren’t with your unit. You’ll freeze, terrified in one place as he reaches for your arm and drags you away. You’re stronger than him and you know it, but striking an officer with a higher rank than you is grounds for a trip to psyops or worse, the med lab. You don’t fight, you don’t struggle, you just go, willing to lead you to wherever they want to take you.
Whatever punishment awaits, you’ll take it when you get there.
[SECTIONS: CLASSROOMS | MED LAB | 'NOMILIES]
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She ran away.
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Why?
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What if your unit did something bad?
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They didn't.
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