FireRock
Call me a dreamer of the seemingly unattainable...
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((Finally, I mostly have a character, although I'm still trying to develop a personality, so bear with me!
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"Caitlyn Whittaker, have you yet to find a constructive way to spend the free time we give you? Perhaps devoloping your weakness?" the corrections professor asked the girl sitting on the other side of his desk. She simply looked back at him blankly, as though she were staring at a rock or tree trunk. "Ms. Whittaker, do you have an answer for your actions?"
"I have no satisfactory answer to give you, sir," Lyn replied in a dull voice, still staring blankly at the man.
Suddenly, there was a beep, and the professor picked up a sophisticated cell phone and listened to the voice on the other end.
"Maybe it's a man wearing a three-piece black suit, but he wears white socks because he turns on his heels so much that he wears through black dress socks so quickly it's useless to continue buying them. He wears glasses, because he doesn't like the thought of putting contacts in his eyes. His green eyes. His voice is a tade high, but not so much that he seems weak. Cory designed those phones, and they were put into effect only months after he completed them. Now they keep Cory in a glass jar where he stares at little microchips all day. Good thing he likes microchips, and good thing he doesn't need glasses, but if he keeps staring, he probably will." Lyn thought to herself, staring blankly at the phone the professor was holding.
"Well, it looks like we have found a fitting way for you to redeem yourself," the corrections professor announced as he snapped the phone shut. Another guard, as the students called them, entered the room almost immediately after the professor pushed a button on his desk. He grabbed Lyn harshly by the arm and lead her out of the room.
Lyn first noticed that everyone was leaving the caf as she was being lead towards it. It also smelled like smoke and...barbeque? The caf looked hazy, but she couldn't figure out why.
"You need to go inside and fix the incinerators," the guard said, handing her off to another one.
"The incinerators are computer controlled," Lyn replied solemnly, "Shouldn't one of the scientist students be the one to fix it?"
"There's a reset button in each one that needs to be switched. It's clearly marked, but it's a small space," the guard smiled and pulled her over to the first garbage can that had finally been put out.
They passed by the single file line of students exiting, Lyn saw a new girl. She new it was a new girl because she was physically shaking and her green eyes were wide with fear. She'd lose that look eventually. She reached out to touch the girl's shoulder, but wasn't sure if she made contact. She lost sight of the new girl as all the students crowded into the gym.
"The power of touch. At my fingertips. Is that a book title? Green eyes. Is that a song title? Song, music, dance, freedom. Freedom? Escape? Animals in glass jars and metal cages. Stop poking the animals. Stop tapping the glass. Trash cans. Burn it all so there's no trace. Maybe clan of gnomes or dwarves live down here and they wear pointed hats and throw in the dead bodies to feed the fire." Lyn thought, unconsiouly trying to pull down her red plaid skirt to cover more of her legs.
The trash can had already been disconnected from the wall, and it was a fairly clear passage into the electronics of the incinerator. While two guards stood on either side, Lyn crawled inside and virtually disappeared. It took her awhile, and it was very warm inside, but she found the panel the reset switch was behind, took it off, and flipped the small red switch. After counting off the seconds like she was told, she flipped the switch back the other way. There was a noise, but then everything seemed to go to a normal sounding hum. Lyn replaced the panel and crawled back out.
One of the guards grabbed her and pulled her up before she was able to get all the way out, and then shown the next hole to crawl into. "Come on," the guard said, "just because you aren't being timed doesn't mean you can play around in there."
Lyn gave him a "yeah right" look before disappearing into the second hole.
((How's that for possibly psychotic??
This is going to be too fun!!))

"Caitlyn Whittaker, have you yet to find a constructive way to spend the free time we give you? Perhaps devoloping your weakness?" the corrections professor asked the girl sitting on the other side of his desk. She simply looked back at him blankly, as though she were staring at a rock or tree trunk. "Ms. Whittaker, do you have an answer for your actions?"
"I have no satisfactory answer to give you, sir," Lyn replied in a dull voice, still staring blankly at the man.
Suddenly, there was a beep, and the professor picked up a sophisticated cell phone and listened to the voice on the other end.
"Maybe it's a man wearing a three-piece black suit, but he wears white socks because he turns on his heels so much that he wears through black dress socks so quickly it's useless to continue buying them. He wears glasses, because he doesn't like the thought of putting contacts in his eyes. His green eyes. His voice is a tade high, but not so much that he seems weak. Cory designed those phones, and they were put into effect only months after he completed them. Now they keep Cory in a glass jar where he stares at little microchips all day. Good thing he likes microchips, and good thing he doesn't need glasses, but if he keeps staring, he probably will." Lyn thought to herself, staring blankly at the phone the professor was holding.
"Well, it looks like we have found a fitting way for you to redeem yourself," the corrections professor announced as he snapped the phone shut. Another guard, as the students called them, entered the room almost immediately after the professor pushed a button on his desk. He grabbed Lyn harshly by the arm and lead her out of the room.
Lyn first noticed that everyone was leaving the caf as she was being lead towards it. It also smelled like smoke and...barbeque? The caf looked hazy, but she couldn't figure out why.
"You need to go inside and fix the incinerators," the guard said, handing her off to another one.
"The incinerators are computer controlled," Lyn replied solemnly, "Shouldn't one of the scientist students be the one to fix it?"
"There's a reset button in each one that needs to be switched. It's clearly marked, but it's a small space," the guard smiled and pulled her over to the first garbage can that had finally been put out.
They passed by the single file line of students exiting, Lyn saw a new girl. She new it was a new girl because she was physically shaking and her green eyes were wide with fear. She'd lose that look eventually. She reached out to touch the girl's shoulder, but wasn't sure if she made contact. She lost sight of the new girl as all the students crowded into the gym.
"The power of touch. At my fingertips. Is that a book title? Green eyes. Is that a song title? Song, music, dance, freedom. Freedom? Escape? Animals in glass jars and metal cages. Stop poking the animals. Stop tapping the glass. Trash cans. Burn it all so there's no trace. Maybe clan of gnomes or dwarves live down here and they wear pointed hats and throw in the dead bodies to feed the fire." Lyn thought, unconsiouly trying to pull down her red plaid skirt to cover more of her legs.
The trash can had already been disconnected from the wall, and it was a fairly clear passage into the electronics of the incinerator. While two guards stood on either side, Lyn crawled inside and virtually disappeared. It took her awhile, and it was very warm inside, but she found the panel the reset switch was behind, took it off, and flipped the small red switch. After counting off the seconds like she was told, she flipped the switch back the other way. There was a noise, but then everything seemed to go to a normal sounding hum. Lyn replaced the panel and crawled back out.
One of the guards grabbed her and pulled her up before she was able to get all the way out, and then shown the next hole to crawl into. "Come on," the guard said, "just because you aren't being timed doesn't mean you can play around in there."
Lyn gave him a "yeah right" look before disappearing into the second hole.
((How's that for possibly psychotic??
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