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Post by Doctor Beatnik on May 14, 2014 11:54:06 GMT -6
How boring...
It was all Beatnik could think as she flipped through the various 'channels' of the large monitor placed in front of her using a makeshift remote that she'd made out of various scraps of material. A deep sigh emanated from the woman as she moved a hand to cup her cheek, holding her head aloft while laying horizontally on the sofa placed in the middle of the room. This had been the Base Commander's room, but she kicked him out shortly after arrival. As far as accommodations went, this room was quite poor, but it was the best that this backwater little base had available.
The woman let out an exaggerated yawn as she reached underneath her pajamas, scratching at her stomach absentmindedly; nails digging into her own flesh. This base is where many of the troublemakers in the Marines were transferred to; people who didn't have many relations that would miss them if they were to disappear for long periods of time. It made it perfect for her to pull test subjects from. At least, it would have if any of these idiots were remotely competent! It was a simple task. All she required of them was to move some of her supplies into storage. But a few of the grunts accidentally dropped a container filled with some chemical or another, and of course it cracked open and ended up spraying everyone present. Thankfully it wasn't a particular dangerous chemical, but it made her skin itch something fierce. At least one Marine had clawed enough of his skin off that he had to be restrained in the sick bay.
She was trying to keep herself distracted with some amusement by viewing the video feed from the Surveillance Den Den Mushis that she set up around the base, but Marine life was so... boring! The most exciting thing that happened is some kid collapsed in the middle of the hallway and was dragged off by another Marine. Beatnik sighed for a second time, her twin tails slowly waving behind her in opposite directions, forming a double helix. Why wasn't there anyone remotely interesting on this base...? The woman grabbed the receiver off of the Den Den Mushi on the small table beside her and barked into it, "Send someone up here. Don't care who."
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Nike Z's location is unknown
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Post by Nike Z on May 14, 2014 19:23:30 GMT -6
Shaking hands run through my hair My fears, where do I go from here?
Just another typical day of work for Nike; doing every menial task his superiors could come up with for him to slave away at. In his own words, ‘same shit, different day’. The only new things to have happened were the arrival of some well-known marine doctor and finding the kid Mikado knocked out in the hall. It wasn’t like Nike really wanted something interesting to happen though; to be perfectly honest it would suit him just fine to not wake up the next morning instead of trudging through each day of his dreary life.
Unfortunately, today seemed to be an especially sour day, as while on the task of cleaning the barracks one of his superior officers came in. It wasn’t hard to tell they were looking for him since he was the only one currently in the room and the officer was on a straight path for him.
“Great, what now,” Nike muttered bitterly to himself, trying to keep most of the annoyance from showing on his face.
“Oi, freak, you’re wanted by Doctor Beatnik.”
“Yes sir,” Nike muttered just loud enough for the officer to hear, resisting the urge to growl at him and get himself into an even deeper hole. The last thing he needed right now was more trouble, and this entire situation just had trouble written all over it. Instead he just bit his cheek and silently went to report to this ‘Doctor Beatnik’. He had a feeling this was not going to be fun.
He’d managed to find his way to the room the doctor had ‘commandeered’ from the base’s commander; albeit with a little help from overhearing said commander complaining about his quarters having been taken. Heaving a heavy and defeated sigh, resigning himself to more humiliation and unfounded hate, Nike rapped his knuckles on the door. “Doctor Beatnik? I was told to report to you.”
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Post by Doctor Beatnik on May 14, 2014 19:37:13 GMT -6
It was some time before the Marine she called for finally entered the room. Sloppy. Late. Bothersome. When she heard the door open, Beatnik pulled herself off the couch and raised one arm in the air, placing her other hand on the opposite bicep while leaning back to stretch out after her long period of inactivity; pulling up the hem of her shirt and exposing her navel as she did so. With that taken care of, she finally turned her attention to the male. The feline squinted her eyes at him, walking over to grab one of his ears and roughly tug on it, cupping her chin with the free hand, "Hnnnn."
After seemingly being satsified with what she saw, she moved the hand down to his chin, squeezing his cheeks roughly while tugging on his jaw to make him open his mouth, glancing around inside for a moment before finally letting him go completely, "Yes...yes. That'll do." The woman took a few steps back to look over him again before finally moving her hands to her shirt, starting to unbutton it from the top... It was now that she standing still after the flurry of movement that the Marine would finally get a good look at her outfit. Which wasn't much. A simple set of two piece pajamas, shaded pink with stylized, cartoony cat faces scattered across the fabric in a haphazard pattern. Her eyes closed as she undid the third button, exposing a bit of unrestrained cleavage to the boy, "Name and rank. Go."
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Post by Nike Z on May 14, 2014 19:59:16 GMT -6
Shaking hands run through my hair My fears, where do I go from here?
Upon entering the room, Nike was greeted by the sight of a female beast folk standing from a couch and stretching. The sight struck him as rather odd, so he merely stood by the door with a rather bored look on his face. Before he realized what she was up to, the woman had crossed the room toward him and tugged hard on his ear. A yelp of pain immediately escaped him; since he’d not expected the assault he hadn’t braced himself for the pain.
Once his ear was released a look of annoyance started to creep into his expression, quickly replaced by more pain along with more annoyance as the woman grabbed his chin and forced his jaw open. His ears flipped back with his annoyance, clearly showing he did not like being handled like an animal. Once released once more he put his own hand to his chin, shifting his jaw slightly to make sure it hadn’t come out of place.
It wasn’t until he heard the woman speak again that he looked up and saw she was removing the top of her…pajamas? This was certainly one strange doctor. Knowing better than to disobey orders, Nike responded with a flat tone. “Nike Z, Seaman Recruit.” | |
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Post by Doctor Beatnik on May 14, 2014 20:16:27 GMT -6
She noted the boy's general unhappiness, but of course that wouldn't stop her from doing whatever she wanted. In fact, it only made her want to upset him more. Perhaps a bit of teasing would do the mutt good~ "What kind of name is Z...? Actually, I don't care. I have a job for you, doggie." Her head listed to the side slightly as she finished unbuttoning her shirt, unceremoniously letting it drop to the side. Of course, she had nothing on underneath the pajamas, but that didn't seem to bother Beatnik very much. Being topless certainly made it easy to inspect her body, not that there was a whole lot to see- her body was lithe, but not very toned. Small scars peppered her figure from where she cut herself either purposefully or accidentally in the process of testing something or another.
The woman slowly walked over to a nearby table and pulled a chair out from underneath it, setting it on the ground facing Nike before straddling it so that her back was turned towards him, breasts pressed up against the back of the seat. Her twin tails flicked from side to side lazily as she let out a soft sigh, "My back itches. Scratch it." She probably could have done it herself with how flexible she was, but that wouldn't be any fun. Besides, this was something that required a... man's touch.
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