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Post by ingridrichards on Nov 14, 2011 4:50:24 GMT 9.5
With a cup of coffee in hand Ingrid made her way down to the main labs to get a better look at the new abnormal. When she arrived she saw two small bowls sitting by the computer station. One was filled with almonds and the other had a dollop of cream cheese. She smiled from ear to ear and put her cup of coffee down.
"You remembered, Big Guy." She said to herself softly as she took an almond and dipped it in the cream cheese then popped it in her mouth.
It was a snack that she had indulged in every time she had visited since she was six. One day she had been asked if she wanted something to eat and that was the first thing that came to mind. It was an odd combination, but it worked for her.
After a few sips of coffee she made her way to the exam table. There was a large box with a see-through plexi-glass front sitting atop. Inside was a snoozing abnormal who was similar to a red fox. Though it's legs were stubbier, its coat shorter and more tiger striped than solid. A small speaker had been positioned on the outside of the glass in a hole and was filtering through what sounded like Elvis.
"Now where to start with you, dear one?" Ingrid went to tap on the glass but thought better and just let her finger slide down the length of it.
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Post by MICHAEL MATTHIAS WINSTON on Nov 15, 2011 21:17:31 GMT 9.5
 Michael had been told to stay in the infirmary earlier, but then the two watching him had left. He was a curious little devil at times, and this happened to be one time where he wanted to know exactly where he was. After all, that Helen Magnus person had told him that he would be settled in a room here, right? So he just needed to know where she meant.
He stepped along the hallways silently, using a rolling stand he’d found in the infirmary as support. Every time he came across an electronic lock, it seemed to just open for him, oddly enough. So, he continued on. Obviously, Michael didn’t know where he was going. He just knew that he ended up in front of a door.
His face was clean now, thanks to Magnus, but it was still a little bit sunken, and pale. Obviously a sign of slight malnutrition. Michael’s legs were shaking a bit, in standing up, and the young boy seemed to be rather weak. In any case, his decisions were the same as the lock mysteriously opened for him, and he stepped inside the lab tentatively…quietly.
His brown hair fell over his eyes, that had just settled back to their original color. There was a girl there…no. A woman. He looked at her, and then around at the room. He did see that there was some kind of fox abnormal in the glass, so he started to approach, but tripped, falling flat on his face, with the loud CRASH! Of the rolling stand he was using.
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Post by ingridrichards on Nov 16, 2011 8:26:15 GMT 9.5
Ingrid had her back to the door as she filled a few vials with tissue samples from the still sleeping abnormal. It was when she placed the vials in the centrifuge that she heard the door open. Her first thought was that Helen had finally made her way to her.
She heard the crash as she turned around and was surprised to see a young boy flat on his face. Quickly she hurried over to him and turned him over carefully.
"Are you alright?" She asked as she pulled him up into a sitting position. "Where did you come from?"
Ingrid had never seen the boy before so he must have been a new resident. But what was he doing in the lab and how did he get past some of the doors that required a special key-code?
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Post by MICHAEL MATTHIAS WINSTON on Nov 16, 2011 11:16:45 GMT 9.5
He wasn’t sure if he wanted to trust this person, and he twitched slightly away as she went to touch him, nervous, a computer nearby shut off. He still didn’t know where he was, or what anything in here was either. He didn’t even recognize the faint music he heard. The light, grey eyes not meeting the eyes of the person who helped him, but he spoke. He figured that he would be okay if he did.
“I…I’m exploring. I’m allowed.” Well, the first part was true. Of course he wasn’t allowed to roam though, he wasn’t supposed to be out of bed. But he felt better, and he wanted to know where he was taken after the streets, so Michael decided it was best to self-regulate and things. He was still sitting though, his legs weren’t feeling too reliable at the moment.
Michael was from Praxis, so it was no wonder that many things up here were odd to him. He did not, for instance, know what the sun was, or what the moon was, or even what the stars were. His skin was pasty and pale, and he was suffering from slight malnutrition and bad health. Most likely he’d have a small cough for a while though, from all the dust that he’d inhaled. Michael’s small face turned, and he started looking at the room.
A plain white t-shirt and regular jeans were on him, but he’d neglected shoes, preferring to feel what he was stepping on and such. “But you don’t,” He paused, his voice quiet, and he mumbled of course. He still didn’t trust her all too much. “You don’t have to call Helen Magnus.” A light expression of guilt took up his face at this point.
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Post by ingridrichards on Nov 16, 2011 12:07:17 GMT 9.5
When the computer flickered off Ingrid raised a curious brow. The way the boy didn't meet her eyes told her he didn't trust her, or he was afraid. Either way she felt bad for the boy. Out of instinct she ran her hand through his hair, brushing stray locks out of his face.
Ingrid couldn't help but smile when he told her not to call Helen. It was similar to the statement she made to Biggie the first time she decided to 'explore' when she was younger. She had just wanted to get away for a little bit and Biggie decided to acquiesce by having her help him with a few things around the Sanctuary until Helen had come looking for her.
"I promise I won't call Helen...yet," she told the boy, smiling down at him. "If you'll help me keep an eye on Alto over there." Alto seemed to be a fitting name for an abnormal that could bust your eye drums.
Ingrid pointed over to the abnormal in the box then went to help the boy stand.
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Post by MICHAEL MATTHIAS WINSTON on Nov 16, 2011 12:20:20 GMT 9.5
Michael looked down a little bit, and he seemed to be unsure about the affection, it was rather sudden, but he did look to the animal in the room. Most likely, Dr. Magnus would not be trying to find him.
After all, he was still safely in the infirmary, right?
He did try to get up on his own at first, and it was a little bit hard, so he accepted help for just a moment. Alto. She gave him a name, an abnormal that seemed rather familiar to him. Perhaps he was from Michael’s home. It was rather rare that something like that would happen though, right? After all, there was a lot of smoke and dust, and he hadn’t seen anyone else who wasn’t getting taken by the bad people. The least he could do was stay close to the abnormal that was up on the table.
So, he did. He got up on the table next to him, and he closed his eyes. The music calmed him down, right? The little animal? So Michael went into his “Place” that he had. The one where he could find signals, and he took away all the signals making other, more conflicting tones. The whir of machines…all of it seemed to just disappear. Michael was like this for quite a bit before he opened his eyes, normal once again.
During his “State” he was quite susceptible. He couldn’t really move too, too much, and he couldn’t sense other people, or really see and touch them. If one of his eyes was opened, the entirety of the boys eyes would be black, with green binary code scrolling across it. Even if his eyes were opened though, during this state, he would not feel it.
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Post by ingridrichards on Nov 16, 2011 13:32:16 GMT 9.5
Ingrid turned back to the centrifuge after Michael got comfortable on the table. But when she turned it on, nothing happened. She pressed the button a few times and even checked to make sure it was plugged in. Nothing.
"What the hell?" She stated aloud.
It seemed everything except for the music wasn't functioning properly. Ingrid turned back around and saw Michael with his eyes closed, oddly at ease. It wasn't until he opened his eyes that everything started to start up again; the centrifuge whirring to life and spinning to separate the vials properly.
Ingrid took a step toward him and leaned over, hands on her knees so she was level with his face. "Was that you that made the machines act all wonky?" She inquired, smiling sweetly at him.
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Post by MICHAEL MATTHIAS WINSTON on Nov 16, 2011 13:44:19 GMT 9.5
He shook his head of course, smiling. The signals that created the sound the technology in the room made were just gone. It would seem indeed like they still were not working, only because they were utterly silent. He “Piggy-backed” Onto them, and merely took the sounds away, so that the little abnormal could hear his elvis better.
Don’t get me wrong, Michael also wanted to hear elvis. It was cool. He kind of liked it, they didn’t have him at home. But he wouldn’t get to go home for a long time. The little boy stayed close to the small animal, feeling more at ease with it than with someone he thought was human. He had to be careful, after all. He was called “abnormal” and things. He didn’t like being called that. In fact, he’d just previously, the past day, changed all electronic files he could get to. The words on or in them had been changed a bit. Every time “abnormal” was typed, he’d changed it to “Special humans, just
like you” Because it seemed better, nicer.
The young boy shifted on the lab table he was on. It was a bit uncomfortable to most, but he’d been through quite a bit in the past little while, so it was perfectly fine for him to settle on. He looked around at the silent machines with a light bit of satisfaction. He was also horrible at lying, and most likely she could tell he was the instant he shook his head.
He was quite a quiet boy, and the doctor might have noticed that as well. He just didn’t like to speak, and he felt that silence was better, because the other person talked more, and it helped him decide whether he should trust them or not.
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Post by ingridrichards on Nov 16, 2011 14:14:55 GMT 9.5
"You gotta be careful with it, sweetheart," She told him, moving her hand to stroke his hair again. "Don't use it so casually."
Ingrid straightened herself and put her gloved hands into her pockets. She probably wasn't going to get much work done at the moment so she might as well get to know the little guy. Though there was one question that was nagging her.
"Where are your parents? Is Doctor Magnus talking with them?"
When Ingrid came here for the first time Helen had talked with her parents to tell them the results of Ingrid's tests. Ingrid had been put in a room with little Ashley to play at the time. She had only assumed that Helen was doing the same thing with Michael's parents.
"And what's your name? Mine's Ingrid."
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Post by MICHAEL MATTHIAS WINSTON on Nov 16, 2011 14:28:39 GMT 9.5
It was hard for him to listen to her talking about parents so wily-nilly. If he knew where they were, he obviously wouldn’t be down here. If he knew they were alive, even. He decided to get it out of the way sooner rather than later. He didn’t want to talk a lot, and she’d make him do that if he didn’t answer her.
“I’m…I’m from praxis…”
Even if he’d stealed himself to say this, and mentally prepared, he still felt a small lump rise in his throat that he immediately swallowed down as his now shifted grey eyes glanced at the small abnormal animal in front of him. He wanted to open the box and let him out…he felt so different. This was exactly why he wanted to go back home. Maybe if he was living outside again he wouldn’t feel like…like something weird, and out of the ordinary. He could hide easier there as well, more people.
His hair wasn’t too…clean. He had ben cleaned off by Helen, but only with a towel and a bowl of water, he was still quite dirty. Michael also seemed to flinch noticeably when she did approach him with running her hand through his hair, and it was a wonder the lights did no more than flicker slightly. Though he normally had to go into his state to pick out signals, sometimes emotions caused a bit of a power difference.
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Post by ingridrichards on Nov 16, 2011 14:44:22 GMT 9.5
(OOC: she wasn't physically talking about her parents. Just something she was thinking about.)
Ingrid didn't seem surprised with his somewhat answer. She simply nodded once in understanding before pulling one of the rolling chairs towards her and sitting down. Being one of the Praxis refugees she couldn't even imagine what he had went through. And it had probably answered her question about where his parents were.
"You're safe here, sweetheart." She told him, pulling her legs up into the chair so that she was sitting indian-style. "No one will hurt you."
She was trying to coax him out of his shell and open up to her. But she had a feeling it was going to be a long road till that happened.
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Post by MICHAEL MATTHIAS WINSTON on Nov 16, 2011 15:02:43 GMT 9.5
She was sitting in an informal way, and she didn’t seem to be expecting much from him…but he was still nervous. She said he was safe too, but he didn’t know. “Y-You won’t put me in a box…like with this poor animal?” He seemed to have a lot of compassion for it already, even if it was sleeping.
Michael touched the box softly, and then he drew his hand back. His eyes closed slightly. He wanted to make sure that she knew what he meant. That he could also know what he meant, he would say his opinions clearly. He would.
A moment passed as he worked up the courage to actually say this, and his face turned red from the effort. His eyes were open again, and the young boy spoke slowly, as if treading carefully. “I..I can leave too. I can live outside…and…and hide.” He didn’t want to be noticed, or standing out, and if he used a lot his ability at once, he could cause a lot…a lot of problems, but he needed to use some power in some way every once in a while, or it hurt his head.
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Post by ingridrichards on Nov 16, 2011 15:23:38 GMT 9.5
She looked over at Alto, who had shifted from his stomach to his side during their conversation, then back to Michael.
"Well, that's only a temporary home for Alto until we can get something bigger for him and figure out the best environment he can live in. And he's a little bit dangerous...He has a high pitch."
Ingrid wasn't sure if he understood that. She hoped he did, anyways. His next statement she had to think about an answer for. Her eyes were thoughtful as she bit down on her lip slightly. Finally she shook her head.
"Until we find your parents you'll have to stay here at the Sanctuary. It's a huge place so you'll have lots of room to play and just be a kid. Trust me when I say that you can play a mean game of hide and seek here." She laughed softly. "But, I'm sure Helen would let me take you outside as often as you wanted. Maybe go and get ice cream." No child could ever resist the promise of ice cream.
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Post by MICHAEL MATTHIAS WINSTON on Nov 16, 2011 21:25:04 GMT 9.5
“I…don’t have to be anywhere” It was said weakly, Michael seemed to be afraid to even let this leave his thoughts, and enter the conversation. Now that someone said he HAD to be here, there were things that made him scared. He had Ice Cream before, and it sounded good, but once he was completely better he was going to go back home. To Praxis. He could already imagine the scene, destruction and such, but he wanted to go back there.
A bulge in his pocket happened to be the boy’s teddy-bear. He never left anywhere without it. Michael put his hand to his pocket and touched it for comfort. He was talking mostly to himself when he next spoke. “I just want to go home.”
He had to be an adult, right now, so he didn’t much like to voice his opinions, he just had to sound smart, sound like he knew what he was doing. He didn’t. He didn’t know how to get back to his home from here, or even how to get back to the infirmary now. It was an entirely different world, and he looked to the small animal in front of him on the table, feeling a bit of comfort in it’s presence. He didn’t wake Alto, deciding it best not to, but he wondered why they hadn’t let him free.
Now, this was a young boy’s mind. He didn’t think of things like the consequences of actions, or even the benefits of doing certain things. He just thought about the “here and now” bit, unless it was planning on how he’d go back to his home.
The thought of being alone right now, alone meaning no one else from praxis there, was also sad. So he’d have to try and look for his mum and dad. No one else would, right? Right. It was his responsibility, because his parents were his, not anyone elses.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 17, 2011 10:34:21 GMT 9.5
 Later, after he had helped Will and Big Guy in the SHU for a few hours, Declan decided to take a break and check on Michael. He knew that Magnus had probably been in to check on Michael too, but still he wanted to see him personally. When he walked into the infirmary, he was surprised to find Michael's bed empty and the rolling stand that held his IV gone. Declan opened his tablet and quickly accessed the main security cameras for the Sanctuary. After a few minutes, he finally found Michael, sitting on one of the tables in a small lab off of the SHU. He was with Dr. Ingrid Richards, someone that Declan was fairly familiar with. She worked out of the New York Sanctuary, but was one of the few who was able to find time to visit the Old City besides himself and a few others, ever since she was very young. Declan knew that Michael was in very capable hands and was glad that Michael seemed to be getting his strength back and gaining a little courage a long with it. If anyone could gain Michael's trust, it would be Dr. Richards, besides Helen Magnus, of course. |
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