Digimon: Digital Restitutions IC

[The Warden]

[u][i]~First day of Unity~[/i][/u]

The same echoing halls of that pure spotless white, door after door, all, white. The undisclosed facility where Project Digenomewas situated always kept everything so sanitized white, every corrider, white. Two armed guardsmen in their bleck khakis were escorting a young man through the hallways, keeping to a direction when everything looked the same. His hands were bound by a somewhat advanced lookin pair of handcuffs; they had an eerie blue glow around them. His mouth was gagged by some strange kind of mouthguard, but no doubt there was a good reason for that. He gave the guards a dirty look every so often, in order to replace any obscenities he'd simply love to utter.

Eventually, they made it to a door that was much different than the others. Aside from there being two guards standing to attention on either side, there was also a very noticeable gap between the doors to the right or left of it. There were also unusual blue stripes criss-crossing across it. The guardsmen at the door eyed the young man the other guards had brought with them. [color=#cc9933]'So you finally decided to join the rest of them Stayne?'[/color] the right Guardsmen asked.

Stayne threw him a dirty look, unable to do anything else. The guard laughed sarcastically as the escorts shoved Stayne over to the door guards. They saluted and marched off. [color=#cc9933]'Your little playmates have been dying to meet you, why, they could talk of nothing else. I'm sure you won't dissapoint them'[/color] the guard continued, obviously trying to spite him.

Stayne raised his cuffed hands to strike, but he could barely raise them, because of those damn cuffs. They were magnetic in nature, and it made him feel weaker than the military that created him. [color=#336633]'Oh shut up and stop torturing the kid, I'm sure his playmates will do it for us anyways'[/color] the other guard said, glancing at the door.

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The White Room was as bleached white as the rest of the facility, not a speck of dirt anywhere. Not that it matttered, as the White Room consisted of a single table with four chairs, as well as a two-seater couch. And, inside this White Room, were three figures.

[Mugendramon]

One of the doors burst open suddenly. Soldiers walking in, once again. This was the third time it happened. [color=#000000]"Well, fourth if you count the time when they threw ME in... no, wait scratch that too,"[/color]

Clark began, once again, to talk in a loud voice; to no one in particular. [color=#000000]"they must have opened it countless more times to prepare it for me. Or maybe it was already built with this table and this thing I'm sitting on and those other ones? If only I feel their texture, maybe I could tell if they felt like the ground."[/color]

He paused for a moment, and looked around. He suddenly felt like a deer before headlights. [color=#000000]"Wait, this isn't my white box. This is somebody else's box!"[/color] He shook his grey head around a few times, looked at every other person in the room; [color=#000000]"Whose box is this? And who are you, you other three, now that I think of it? And where are your rotor-saws? I don't see you two tied, and I don't see your rotor-saws. Can you change them into hands? That's a neat trick, can you teach me?"[/color]

One of the soldiers standing at the door yelled, evidently annoyed by the monstrosity's bickering; "[color=#006400]Would you can it already, wind-up boy? I'm sick to the bone of your nonsense! Shut up or I'll restrain your mouth as well![/color]"

Clark was thrown back by the, gracious remark. One of his eyes twitched imperceptibly, so faintly that not even himself would have been able to tell that it had twitched. He muttered a notably absent [color=#000000]"sorry"[/color], and returned to staring into the one female sitting at the same table.

He subconsciously attempted to action his rotor-saw hand, but the magnetic restraint jacket didn't allow any movement below the neck. It was a bizarre restraint device, this jacket; it consisted of two pins on his shoulders and two on his knees. His body was perfectly visible and he was sitting normally, slightly leaning back against the white chair, his left arm hanging heavily next to his body, the right one resting its elbow on the table. A guard had put him in this position when he first got here. He couldn't move a muscle, but that didn't stop the device from continuously shocking his muscles into experiencing light spasms. As a result his whole body twitched like he was about to explode. Perhaps he would have, were he not restrained.

[color=#000000]"Say,"[/color] Clark began, not directly looking at the person he was addressing, who was next to him, [color=#000000]"what are those things on your chest? Why don't all of us have those? What are they for, anyway?"[/color]

[Hydra of Ages]

Such pretty colors.

Bright blue, pink, green, yellow, fr'em and jyelp. It was so nice of them to provide her with such vibrant rooms to sleep in. Those nice young men with their nice white coats were kind enough to show her a new one, even. The colors of this one were different than the last- more yellow, less fr'em. It was pleasant to be in such a pleasant spot, even if she hadn't slept long enough to full comprehend the subtleties of the painjob; perhaps there was a shade between green and jyelp, or a mix on the other side of purple between red and blue that she'd been looking for on [i]her [/i]wall wall with no success.

A pity there were a pair of dark shadows in the room obstructing her view. She'd seen them before, perhaps, in the images within images of the men who fell into sleep around, but their minds were closed to her. Blocked off. Obstructing the nice light. She'd very much have liked them to move, but realized a second before saying so that she didn't know where for them to move [i]to[/i]. That was troubling; she'd have to sleep on it a bit. A week's worth, maybe, should be sufficient.

Oh, one of them was talking to her. How [i]troubling. [/i]That was always the most difficult part of her day, working around the strange manner of thinking others had. They were always far too quick to look around, she was frankly baffled on how they knew anything at all.

"[color=#800080]Ruminations,[/color]" she said pleasantly. "[color=#800080]So I can see the upper part wall when I lay down frontwise, instead of just the floor. It's very nice. [/color][color=#ee82ee]The men in the nice white coats often dream of them. But they do not enjoy the insinuation that they wish they had their own. I suspect they do, because they pay a comparatively large amount of attention to mine. [/color][color=#dda0dd]But perhaps I misunderstand.[color=#ee82ee] [/color]I haven't thought about that conclusion very long.[/color]"

Only for twenty days. Or had it been thirteen? A day was three thousand thoughts, wasn't it? So troubling to keep things in order. Belle wondered how the nice young men were so smart as to always keep track.

New environments were always so tiring. She allowed herself to drift off a little, closing her eyes. Perhaps when she woke up, she'd understand the shadows in the room a little better. Sleep often helped smoke out even the most hidden of details. The white in the black, the colors in the white, and the sense in the senseless.

[ruga650]

The hallway soon echoed with the screeching of the wheels of some kind of strangely magnetic storage handcart against the floor. The creature on the handcart rested with his back against the object and his eyes closed, breathing heavily as he thought to himself. [color=#800080][i]What am I doing here...? Why am I still breathing...? Why have they not destroyed me yet...? What do they think I am worth...? [/i][/color]Eventually, the cart stopped at the door and the guards at the door spoke up nervously, obviously unsure of this. [color=#006400]"Uhhhhhhh... Are you sure it's okay to let him in there...?" [/color][color=#daa520]"Yeah... I doubt it will be a good idea..." [/color]The person operating the handcart just rolled her eyes and spoke up. [color=#000080]"I'm just doing as I am told... Besides, he will need to see the others eventually..." [/color]The two guards both nod and sigh as the door opens. The creature is rolled into the room and situated into the corner. A button is pressed and what looked like a cage shoots from the wall and surrounds him as the person walks out with the handcart. Once the door re-closed, the being looked up, sighing heavily, his breath slightly visible as a silver smoke as it went out his facemask. [color=#800080]"Now where did they put me...?" [/color]He struggles against his straightjacket a bit and shakes his head slowly before looking around the room. [color=#800080]"Let's see here..."[/color]