Doctors Jekyll and Hyde (Kyle)

[Rayna Faust]

It was always funny in a creepy way to walk across the street of Rustboro. It wasn't like the other villages swarming with zombies or held by other groups. There was maintaining of the buildings otherwise the town would've gone into a example of Life Without Humans already. Still... Evidence of the quiet disaster that was sweeping up to overtake and destroy human life showed in the town. Some cracks in the pavement, the creep of plants that needed to be cut down, a whistle of the wind blowing through cracks in attics that still needed to be repaired. But most of all a quiet danger... An eerieness to the town that was partially due to the early hour the anemic woman was walking at but also the sense of nerves. Worry of someone being infected enough to attack at this time, in the time before everyone could get up and notice the symptoms of a zombie.

But that could always just be her. Rayna's nerves were easily frayed by too much silence. She didn't like it and wasn't very used to it. Combine that with the fact she was one of the only people who had an almost non existent chance of being infected by the plants and she was a little cautious about being attacked. Who was she kidding.... Rayna was downright paranoid and it didn't help matters that she was ill. Her genetic disorder made it rather hard for her to run for long. This led to her having to constantly remind herself that the town was mostly safe, that she had been living here for two years and there were few people who had more than a low chance of infection living here in this town. Still... she could try, reminding herself that she was as safe as she could be without locking herself in her house.

That last thought eased her mind a little. Both at how illogical a choice it was as a strategy to avoid people and at the truth in the statement. She could never lock herself up in her house. Rayna was immobile for a lot of her youth, trapped in a hospital bed with rather serious symptoms, thanks to drugs and some improvement from aging she was able to walk around with less trouble. But the colors off white and being stuck in one area for long periods of time gave her the heebee jeebies. So why not stuck in a town? Well... A town was almost safe and bigger than a house. But a house would be too small, too empty and too limited an area to do anything. Which is why Rayna did try to go out to the clinic or other places.

Speaking of clinic... She arrived at the building, looking upon it with interest before stepping inside. She was planning to meet someone here about new research data. She was just a little too early for the meeting but when one wakes up from a nightmare it is sometimes difficult to return to sleep. Besides... There was always something she could do while she waited. Walking into one of the rooms, she started to order things neatly, making sure instruments were clean and hadn't been covered in the dust that steadily crept in from the outside. The dark haired woman hummed, tying back her hair so it didn't get in her back, her dark eyes looking over and spotting every bit of dirt it could. She then started her cleaning, letting herself get lost in it..

Word count: 590
Muse: Good
Music: Birds chirping occasionally but the eerie silence of a closed window and computer humming.
Notes: I didn't get to this last night but i figured I would this morning so I did.

[Kyle Nia Brennan]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,padding-top:0px; padding-right:0px; padding-bottom:0px; background-image:url(http://i119.photobucket.com/albums/o123/MissMotherFuckingMurder1024/KyleRepeat.jpg); background-color: #dcd7d4;] TAKE A PIECE OF MY LIFE, TAKE A PIECE OF MY SOUL. TAKE A PIECE OF MY FACE SO I WILL NEVER GROW OLD… TAKE A PIECE OF MY MY WORLD, TAKE A PIECE OF MY HEART. TAKE A PIECE OF MY BRAIN SO I CAN NEVER BE SMART. EVERYBODY WANTS TO SEE ME DOWN. WITH MY BODY ON THE - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - dirty ground. TAGS:: rayna, the made scientist, OUTFIT:: click, NOTES:: win, INSPIRATION:: "shed some light" by shinedown, There were only a handful of people that had a key to Kyle's Clinic. The rest of the world had to wait outside, and wait for her to buzz them in. So that way, if she needed to, she could make sure that she was properly protected. Her roommate, and... somewhat lover, Nicolae had made sure that she would never find herself in a situation where she might not be able to take care of herself. But, the few people that did have a key, were close friends, or those that she deemed as colleagues. There were very few people out there like her, that had the drive and the ambition to do what she did. Whenever she had the ability to get the help necessary to run the Clinic, needless to say, she did. There was one other person that she dealt with, quite frequently, and her name was Rayna. Before the end of the world, she was studying genetics in college, and was a rather gifted scientist. While, Kyle knew that she was probably a better doctor than her, Kyle knew that she was a better surgeon. There was no need to be threatened. They both had the same mental capacity for medicine. Together, if they worked on something, there was no doubt in her mind that they wouldn't find their answer; something valuable, something important. She had woken up late. Emile had been having a rather rough night the night before. He was tossing and turning and was clearly hungry. For the first time since she had had him there, she found herself fearing for her own safety. Even though, he had promised her that he would never hurt her, she hadn't the faintest idea as to whether or not that was the truth. She sniffed a bit and ran her hand through her hair, as she continued the drive from her place on School Street to the Clinic, just off of the Railroad tracks. When she arrived, she hopped out of her SUV and pulled the keyfob from the keychain that she held in her pocket. She walked into the clinic, only to realize that someone had already come in. While she wasn't an overly paranoid person, she knew that she never could trust everyone. Especially since medical supplies went like wildfire, and the Raiders all knew that. It would be beyond them to break into a free clinic to take whatever it was that she had left. Hugging the wall, she made her way through the clinic, dipping her head into various rooms. With an all but silent creak of the leather holster around her thigh, she pulled out a gun that Boyscout had gifted her. She swallowed and turned around a corner, to witness her colleague scrubbing at the various utensils in her office. She sighed and clipped her gun back into it's holster. "I hate how you're always early." she said, running a hand through her hair. She shifted a bit, uncomfortable in the darkness that seemed entirely too comfortable for her mad scientist counterpart. "Come on." she sighed. "There's a lot of data to go over. And I really want to try and get this stuff done as early as possible today. I think I have a few ideas that I want to try out." she said, cryptically, walking in the main engine bay that seemed to be the major sick ward. She went over to her desk, and gathered up a white lab coat. Slipping it on, she rolled her head from side to side, letting out rather loud cracking noises as she did so. Grabbing a folder full of papers, she offered it to Rayna. "Let me know if you have any questions. Some of my equipment is brand spanking new and some of it is old as sin." WORD COUNT:: 639

[Rayna Faust]

Rayna heard Kyle come in before she saw her and smiled, turning around. "Good morning." She commented nicely, sticking to her generic american accent she used rather than her natural Russian accent or the German accent she knew how to make from her father's attempts at English. Rayna's smile turned a bit sad at the thought and she shook her head. "I couldn't sleep." Rayna told Kyle honestly when her colleague commented on her coming in early, her Moscowian accent slipping in. "It's always better to have something to do rather than obsessively, clean my house for the third or fourth time this week." It very often happened that way because when she was bored or had nothing to do then she'd clean. Whether that be taking care of her clothing or cleaning certain rooms in her house.

Rayna gave a nod and followed Kyle to the main engine bay. When Kyle handed her the papers, she sat down with them and started reading. Rayna could read quite quickly but the woman preferred to read slowly through the work, which was very detailed. One thing she liked about Kyle was that even if she was a vet before the end of the world, she was good at understandable notation... Semi understandable notation. she tilted over the paper and then realized she was having problems with that aprt only because her eyes blurred up. She blinked and rubbed her eyes with a bit of a sigh. She leaned back her legs crossed. Leaning back helped clear her head more but she had to resist the urge to succumb to the black blanket of sleep that hovered inches from her consciousness after nights like the ones she had. She didn't want to worry her colleague or make her think that she was unfit to do anything today.

Besides... Rayna never made mistakes even when she was extremely tired. It was due to the fact that her body knew emergency procedures better than her mind did by this point. It was by this point that a slightly random thought occured to her. "Since when have you carried a gun?" She commented "I understand the danger and trying to be safe but this was my first time in dealing with a gun in your possession." It wasn't like she was unaware that people had weapons with them if they were smart or able to handle them. It was just a bit rare for her to deal with them. Rayna didn't even carry a gun though that was more the cost wasn't worth the pay off... Recoil from most guns would cause problems with using her hands and fingers for several days. She did bruise that easily.

word count: 452
Muse: Eh
Music; Scars by Papa Roach
notes: Sorry it is quite a bit shorter but I did give a few things Kyle could respond to.

[Kyle Nia Brennan]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,padding-top:0px; padding-right:0px; padding-bottom:0px; background-image:url(http://i119.photobucket.com/albums/o123/MissMotherFuckingMurder1024/KyleRepeat.jpg); background-color: #dcd7d4;] TAKE A PIECE OF MY LIFE, TAKE A PIECE OF MY SOUL. TAKE A PIECE OF MY FACE SO I WILL NEVER GROW OLD… TAKE A PIECE OF MY MY WORLD, TAKE A PIECE OF MY HEART. TAKE A PIECE OF MY BRAIN SO I CAN NEVER BE SMART. EVERYBODY WANTS TO SEE ME DOWN. WITH MY BODY ON THE - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - dirty ground. TAGS:: rayna, the made scientist, OUTFIT:: click, NOTES:: win, INSPIRATION:: "shed some light" by shinedown, Kyle felt herself in a panic for a few moments. Thoughts of someone coming in and finding Emile, her little Zombie... test subject. What would they do to him? And what would they do to her if they knew that she was housing a moderately infected Zombie? Kyle pushed the thoughts aside when she saw the smile from Rayna's lips. Go figure, she was cleaning when Kyle found her. Sighing, she pushed her fingers through her hair and nodded when her colleague admitted that she was having issues sleeping. Sucking in a deep breath, she gave her a sideways glance. "Were you thinking about cleaning?" she asked, no sarcasm in her voice, just a simple question, wondering if Rayna's OCD truly went that deep. Kyle had a bit of an understanding about the disorder primarily because she believed that she had it. Well, she had believed at one point. Then she met Rayna, and realized that there was no way that she had something as bad as her, therefore, it wasn't even worth worrying about. But, she knew that these... rituals that people put themselves through served as a coping mechanism in it's own way. Kyle didn't go to school to be a Psychologist. She went to school to be a doctor (albeit, an animal doctor, but still, a doctor). It wasn't her job, or her expertise to try and fix it. And quite frankly, if it provided any kind of solace for the young geneticist, in Kyle's opinion, she should just continue. It wasn't harming her. But there she was, rambling. Even in her own thoughts, she could be socially retarded. Much like now. She sighed to herself as she led Rayna over toward the desk that held all of her paperwork. She wanted her to go over everything, and compare notes as to what she believed was happening. From Kyle's perspective, she was making some pretty decent headway. At least, in regards to the way that the plant interacted with the toxin as it was in the blood. It seemed as though there was some difficulty, administering any of it's healing effects without directly consuming it. Wrapping her arms around herself, she watched as Rayna continued to read through the information. Kyle had to admit it; she was excited to hear what she had to say. Academically, they both knew how monumental this discovery was. As well as personally... She was certain that Rayna had worried enough, given her condition, let alone, tack on the fact that she could be even worse off. She wondered if, because of her affliction whether she was more susceptible to the toxin. Oh well, she wasn't exactly about to ask her to do a few tests to see if that was, in fact, a possibility. She could just imagine that conversation. "Hey uh, do you... want to become a zombie? I mean, I can try to change you back, but you know, your freak illness? I want to see how it deals with the toxin! =D" Yeah, no. Out of all of the things that Rayna could have commented on next, Kyle did not expect her to comment on the fact that she had been carrying a gun. Kyle's eyebrows arched so high up her forehead, they nearly disappeared behind her hairline. She shrugged. She wouldn't give her the full answer. All she needed to know was the basic information. Not the whole elaborate story behind why she suddenly had a gun in her possession, whereas, before she went out on her little excursion to the Red Forest, she didn't have one. "Boyscout got me the gun... For when I go out and look for the Red Flower. And especially, considering the way that everything is at the moment... Can't be too careful. You know?" she asked, her fingers tracing absently over the holster. It seemed as though her thoughts were drifting elsewhere as she did so. Thoughts of having to put Emile down like an animal plagued her, more than she cared to admit. She took a deep breath, and pushed those thoughts aside. It was bad enough that she spent most of her waking hours imagining whether or not she'd be able to go through with it, let alone, thinking about it while in the company of someone that didn't know how about her little companion. "So.." she asked, after a moment, folding her arms across her chest. "Are you planning on staying for the rest of the day and helping me translate the data? Or are you just taking a look to sate your curiosity before going home and grabbing a greatly needed nap?" WORD COUNT:: 775

[Rayna Faust]

"Actually no." Rayna commented thoughtfully. "But then I thought I had nothing better to do until you got here and I didn't want to inadvertantly mess up the specimens by doing something wrong before you got here so I figured cleaning was a good neutral activity until you came in or until someone injured comes in." Rayna could actually stop cleaning and do something if it had more of an importance. A lot of her life was about importance and order. If something needed to be done before a certain time and was serious then it would get first priority. Of course that meant social life and a number of other things were second priority which tend to bother people who managed to befriend the doctor. Well.... It generally did which was probably also a reason why she didn't have many friends, after you weed out the people who wouldn't judge you for being sick, eating processed foods before the time and being the lowest in toxin level... Then they had to deal with her nature.

Fortunately Kyle was pretty understanding. Not to mention, she kept the clinic pretty clean without Rayna's interference so the only thing Rayna did was sterilize the place every morning. Sometimes it would be nice to be able to think of something other than cleaning when bored like, maybe read a book, but she didn't really mind. She could still do other stuff it was just if she was bored cleaning took first priority. Not bad enough to try and find any OCD medication... If the OCD medication even worked... She still needed to figure out if it was a problem with how she acted or how she thought and unfortunately she was not a psychology major. She did have enough knowledge to know that she showed some very OCD symptoms so she'll need to have that dealt with at some point.

Rayna gave a bit of a nod at the answer. It seemed very logical. Something was off about it (maybe it was just too quick?) but Rayna just set that aside. It probably didn't matter. "Yeah... Being too careful isn't a bad thing." She commented in agreement and added. "I'd probably carry one too if I was trained in the use of it and recoil didn't bruise my hands for several weeks." It was hard to work with severe bruises so she was avoiding that. And avoiding that meant that she lost the ability to have the comfort of a weapon protecting herself.

When the other doctor commented on Rayna needing sleep she gave Kyle a bit of a look. It was one that said 'I'm going to let that go but if you try recommending it again I'm testing something nasty on you'. She really didn't like sleep and she would rather translate the data. Hence why the look was only brief before she rubbed her eyes again. "I'd rather translate the data." Rayna commented "So far as I can tell though, these results are really promising and I would like to see how they worked with various stages of infection." Rayna would even be willing to volunteer herself, it wasn't like research was ever consequence free and it would be for the greater good of everyone else. Besides... She was the only person who really didn't have toxin in their system so she was a neutral subject. But she didn't want to bring that up... It'd make her look crazy.

Although she did wonder... "What are you going to do about test subjects when the results prove conclusive?" She asked "Are you going to capture mild or moderately infected people or ask for volunteers?" Although she said it in a joking manner, she looked at Kyle with a serious expression. She just needed to know. She didn't care about ethical rammafications truthfully, she just needed to know what was going to be done about that. Each of the types of experimentation required different levels of risk and different difficulties. Not to mention captured subjects needed space to keep them locked up in over volunteers who could be asked to stay in a room. Of course she doubted there would be volunteers in most cases, the ends don't justify the means for most people.

Word count: 712
Muse: Good
Music: The pretty young things by Marilyn manson
Notes: Rayna was pretty good about thinking this round.

[Kyle Nia Brennan]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,padding-top:0px; padding-right:0px; padding-bottom:0px; background-image:url(http://i119.photobucket.com/albums/o123/MissMotherFuckingMurder1024/KyleRepeat.jpg); background-color: #dcd7d4;] TAKE A PIECE OF MY LIFE, TAKE A PIECE OF MY SOUL. TAKE A PIECE OF MY FACE SO I WILL NEVER GROW OLD… TAKE A PIECE OF MY MY WORLD, TAKE A PIECE OF MY HEART. TAKE A PIECE OF MY BRAIN SO I CAN NEVER BE SMART. EVERYBODY WANTS TO SEE ME DOWN. WITH MY BODY ON THE - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - dirty ground. TAGS:: rayna, the made scientist, OUTFIT:: click, NOTES:: oh, the nerves, haha, INSPIRATION:: "shed some light" by shinedown, Kyle snorted and shook her head at the woman's comment. Perhaps, she shouldn't have found it so amusing that she was... inclined to clean everything when she was bored. While their relationship wasn't as stiff as it could be, Kyle and Rayna were always on the peripheral with each other. At least, in Kyle's eyes. Kyle, like Boyscout, had a moral compass that never wavered. She knew what was right, and knew what was wrong. Whereas Rayna, at least, in her eyes, seemed to toe the line of moral ambiguity more than she was comfortable with. But, that didn't mean that they couldn't work together. As a professional, Kyle respected her. She knew her stuff. However, when it came to matters like... what she was dealing with right now, with the fourteen year old Zombie child living in one of the abandoned engine bays... She would keep that to herself. Rayna would probably want to do more extensive tests than what Kyle was comfortable with. And at the end of it, a small part of them was still human. Whether anyone else saw that or not was another matter entirely. And these thoughts weren't thoughts that she needed to be having. At least, not at this current moment in conversation. "Where were you before the end of the world?" she teasingly asked, knowing that she would probably get a dry and literal response from her colleague, as was her way. "Boyscout's mother could have definitely used someone like you." She grumbled. While Kyle had always loved Boyscout's parents, they weren't... The cleanest of people. And Kyle, being a relatively neat creature, had hated seeing the house in such disrepair. One of the first things she did, after everything cooled down in regards to the zombies migrating away from their home town, she had started to clean; and she cleaned a lot. Mrs. Scout was always a bit of an animal lover... And she always had entirely too many cats in their home at any given point in time. And not just any cats; belligerent, piss in your laundry basket kind of cats. The house still faintly smelled of cat urine, and sometimes, Kyle could swear that she smelled it on her clothes. Primarily after they had been on the floor for any given amount of time. She pushed the thoughts aside and looked back up at Rayna. She had drifted off in thought, and had ended up staring intently at the floor, as though reminiscing. "I wouldn't have honestly done that to you." she confessed. "The house was a filthy pigsty." she confessed. When the conversation of her personal protection came up, she felt... a little uneasy. While Kyle wasn't the type of girl that was so fragile that she would never carry a weapon on her, she had never really showed any interest in having a weapon for herself. At least, not to Rayna. Or... Well, anyone other than Boyscout and Nic. But, those guys were the people that were overly protective of her; to a fault. She bit down on her lip, and thought on things. Was she incriminating herself? Was she making it seem as though there was something that she was hiding? Did she owe Rayna more of an explanation? "Some things happened when I went out to get the flower that... spooked me." she explained, hoping that would be an adequate enough answer. For anyone that knew anything about the Red Forest, and it's inhabitants, it was probably an easy assumption as to what had caused her to be so frightened. "So, I talked to Boyscout and he got me a gun." she shrugged, as though that was the end of that conversation. "If you're interested in a weapon that wouldn't hurt you, maybe try... a taser. Or... a knife of some sort?" she offered, hoping that would get her mind jogging. Kyle hated the idea of anyone going without some form of protection. It seemed as though Kyle wasn't the only person that had something weighing heavily on her mind. Well, it didn't seem as though Rayna was bothered by anything; it was just clear that she was exhausted. Kyle offered to let her sleep at the clinic, but was greeted with a rather cold stare. Kyle couldn't say that she was terribly surprised. She seemed like she was a bullheaded woman that wouldn't let anyone tell her what to do. Even if it was for her help. Kyle shrugged and leaned back, watching as Rayna read through the information. A part of her was nervous to see what she was thinking; to see if they shared the same ideas on the statistics and the data that was being pumped out by a few archaic, and a few brand new machines. Kyle looked around, waiting for her to finish, thinking about what she could do to gather a few new machines. Rayna spoke and ripped her away from her thoughts as Rayna spoke. Kyle nodded her understanding when Rayna said that she would like to test it out on a... participant of sorts. She was certain that with her colleague, that didn't technically mean with a volunteer. She cleared her throat, her eyes absently moving over to a rather large pair of double doors that led to another engine bay. She leaned up against the stairs that led up to what used to be an old bunker room for the firefighters that once inhabited these halls. "Well, I haven't really..." she shrugged. "I... I know that there are some out there, that are at least at a moderate level of infection that would be willing to try to see if everything would... work. Of course, working on... someone is.. morally ambiguous. And working on animals wouldn't be right. At all." She swallowed and cleared her throat, once more casting her gaze to the doors. Less than twenty feet away, Emile was resting in a room, already feeling the effects of the flower of clarity... How long could she keep this a secret? And what would happen if it were to get out?/style] [style=width: 390px; padding-left: 110px; color: #000000; font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 10px; text-align: center; padding-top: 0px; margin-top: 0px;] WORD COUNT:: 1,018

[Rayna Faust]

When she was asked where she was before the end of the world she gave a wicked grin. "University." She said wryly "When i wasn't in the hospital." Oddly enough, Rayna was one of those people who made self depreciating jokes. She had no problem with joking about the fact she was frail. Probably because she was so used to it and she planned to try to change things. Still... She did self depreciating jokes as much as very literal jokes. They went hand to hand quite a bit more often then people would think they could. Because often times self depreciation involved being very literal and honest about oneself, just using a more joking tone about it. Which... Frankly made one look a little odd but people coped in different ways to things. Kyle probably talked with friends while Rayna had a doctor's sense of humor.

She listened to the whole comment about setting her on a house and was a bit amused when the other doctor told her she wouldn't do that to her because the place was horribly dirty. "Actually... You'd be surprised..." She commented "It's almost fun for me to clean now and the more complex the task the more fun. Hence why I have more fun befriending people who are willing to argue with people and have different points of views then those who are yes men or get perfectly along with me." Sure... Kyle and her get along but it was more in a respect way. She knew Kyle disagreed with some of her methods and she disagreed with some of Kyle's methods. But that was what made them a good team, having someone who can argue for both sides and logically conclude for one or the other. As well... Having one person who is more of a moral compass while the other could make the hard decisions.

She was pleased to get a little more of an explaination on the whole gun owning thing and that was what made Rayna let off on it so easily. She was a bit of a cat when it came to curiousity, it could easily kill her if she let it get in the way. Unfortunately it was far too satisfactory to saitate curiousity which is why she tend to always continue with the questions even when it would be unwise to do so. But once it was saitated, she could stop herself though and she was saitated enough for it to count. Besides, it was quite a logical explaination and if there was more to it then she would probably see some of Kyle's protectors guarding the outside of the clinic or something. She had seen how overprotective they could be sometimes or maybe she had heard of it. Anyways.... If it was more serious they would never leave her with just a gun.

At the comment of a taser, Rayna paused, looking thoughtful. She actually did have a bit of a weapon but it wasn't one she could use easily in day to day fighting. Her needles with random mixtures of chemicals with different rather interesting effects were good deterrent but she did need a better weapon. Besides.... A taser could cause some pain to the zombies. A rather wicked, mad scientist grin slipped across Rayna's face without her knowledge. The wickedness flickered as well in her eyes, showing how much a part of her nature her nickname from University was.... Not to mention how much it had followed her through the apocalypse to how things are now. At least it meant that she didn't waste anything for useless reasons. Most of her chemicals she experimented with were plants rather than the medical supplies that came in.

"A taser would be good for me." She commented "I'll have to see what I can do to procure one." Maybe she could save up what little money she had for it or perhaps she could try something with her sex appeal. It was dirty but Rayna knew she was capable of seducing someone. It's probably be someone female, she wouldn't want to end up having toxin injected into her system without her knowledge. At least anything she injected into herself was something she had knowledge of and could track the effects of. The toxin on the other hand... She wouldn't know how much toxin someone had, how much passed through semen or even if they were infected. All she knew was that it was harder to spread diseases through certain body fluids. Even saliva was a little iffy at least until the toxin got the delivery system of a bite which put the toxin directly into the blood.

"Well.... Working on animals is alright but humans are by far the better test subjects." Rayna commented nonchathantly "Zombies are alright but I think my problem of it is there is no assurence of how far in the infection the flower could cure, specially in clinical trials. So what could end up happening is we gain a bunch of subjects that keep up space and up the danger of the town." At least, more than just the concept that happened when one didn't know another person in town was infected and that person was attacking people without knowledge of it. Of course.... That hadn't happened in a while but it still was something that could happen. Specially with the more mild infections. After all, in the mild infections, most of the subjects seemed to not realize what was happening to them.

But... She had no problem with being infected as long as she knew of it and her life was worth less then the lives of the rest. Specially Kyle who was better at searching and being useful than the sickly individual she was. Still.... She may as well go at it. "Of course.... If we need a subject who would be a quite neutral test of the flower and also a way to tell how far along the flower can save an individual..." She started "I'm a good volunteer. I'm less valuable to the effort and we can track the spread of the infection. I'm sure most wouldn't volunteer like me but frankly I'm useless otherwise. I'm too weak for manual labour and all the stuff I do you can learn over the internet. Besides... If I can do somehting to help a great number of people, even my life, limb and sanity is worth it."

Word count: 1078
Muse: Decent
Music: Nothing amazingly
Notes: I'm surprised Rayna voiced that.

[Kyle Nia Brennan]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,padding-top:0px; padding-right:0px; padding-bottom:0px; background-image:url(http://i119.photobucket.com/albums/o123/MissMotherFuckingMurder1024/KyleRepeat.jpg); background-color: #dcd7d4;] TAKE A PIECE OF MY LIFE, TAKE A PIECE OF MY SOUL. TAKE A PIECE OF MY FACE SO I WILL NEVER GROW OLD… TAKE A PIECE OF MY MY WORLD, TAKE A PIECE OF MY HEART. TAKE A PIECE OF MY BRAIN SO I CAN NEVER BE SMART. EVERYBODY WANTS TO SEE ME DOWN. WITH MY BODY ON THE - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - dirty ground. TAGS:: rayna, the made scientist, OUTFIT:: click, NOTES:: sorry for how short it is D8, INSPIRATION:: "shed some light" by shinedown, Kyle smirked at Rayna, and shook her head. Of course, she would take the joke literally. And add her own little twist to it by being self depricating. It was a sense of humor that Kyla got, primarily because she was the same way. However, she was a little bit more loud about it, than Rayna was. "Well, lotta good you did me while you were there, huh?" she teased, a smirk on her full lips. But, in all honesty, she would have greatly appreciated the help back in the day. The house was absolutely revolting. It was so bad that Kyle never wanted to spend the night there, because everything that she owned would smell like cat urine. Much to... No, well, Kyle wasn't surprised. At all. By what Rayna had said next. Due to the field that they were in, they were both inclined to like challenges. They just gravitated toward entirely different kinds of challenges. "Well, you would be more than welcome to come over and help me try to get the smell of cat piss out of the floor." she grumbled. "I've been working on that for the past two years now, and I still swear I smell like cat piss when I come into work." she sighed, and smoothed her hands over her lab coat. It took everything that Kyle had left in her to not let out a sigh of relief. Kyle was not the best liar, but she was capable of doing so when she needed to. Fortunately enough for her, her lie was... believable. And for the most part, however, it was the truth. There were just a few things that she had neglected to tell her colleague. But, Rayna took most everything that Kyle said at face value. She wasn't the type to speak in riddles and Rayna knew that. Kyle was a plain speaker; perhaps that was another reason that they got along. Rayna was a far more in depth speaker than Kyle was. When they had to interact with others, Kyle found that she was always playing translator, and saving Rayna the issue of having to repeatedly say, in various other terms, what it was that she had said only a few moments prior. Perhaps, it was because she went to veterinary school as opposed to med school that made it that way. Either way, it was a dynamic that clearly worked for the two of them. She wasn't about to start questioning it. Kyle shouldn't have been too terribly surprised when she saw the very... maniacal look that came to her face. Kyle sighed and rubbed her face. "I want to ask what you're thinking about that is causing that evil grin on your face, but I kind of don't want to know. Will it at least be amusing and including maiming zombies? Or something along those lines?" she asked, peeking between her fingers at Rayna. The thing with Rayna, that Kyle had come to understand, was that she shared what was on her mind. While it was refreshing, it was also... horrifying in some instances. Kyle would have been foolish to believe that it wouldn't have been slightly horrifying, considering the context of their conversation leading up to this point. Kyle couldn't help the horrified look that she gave Rayna at the comment about animal/human testing. Her eyes widened and her jaw dropped a bit. "First and foremost, testing on animals is inhumane. Secondly, running tests on a live, unwilling host is incredibly morally unethical, and... Something that I will never do. Even if they are Zombies. Last time I checked, we weren't crazed scientists in Dachau." she grumbled, her cheeks puffing out in a pout that she made when she was flustered. While Kyle understood where Rayna was coming from in offering herself as a test subject, Kyle still really just wanted to hit her in the back of the head. "I don't want to test on you." she said, her voice softened considerably considering a few moments ago, it was in taught in haughty indignation. "You're more valuable to this then I think you give yourself credit for. First, I need someone to drive me crazy to be able to work better. Secondly, you have genetic insight that I would have no way of knowing... Beyond, you know, the books that I manage to scrape together the money for." She sat down, and rested her elbows on her knees watching Rayna. "I'm doing the best that I can for the time being. I would like to not have to start practicing on bodies just yet." she smiled, an almost comforting smile at her. "Alright?" WORD COUNT:: 778

[Rayna Faust]

"For you, if I could've, I would've teleported out." Rayna told her with a wicked grin, tone amused as hell. "Alas I knew nothing about how wonderfully amazing you were yet so I stuck to my laziness." She was being very sarcastic and dramatic there. Since she wasn't quite onto work yet she allowed her personality to work. As well... She had fun just switching up how she acted. She knew she was not at all lazy and if she had known about Kyle earlier on then she likely would've helped. Rayna would never admit it directly but she was fond of her colleague. She was a great intellectual mind and most of all, she didn't judge Rayna, she instead listened to her understanding that despite her faults she was still a good scientist. That more than anything else made Rayna willing to treat Kyle as a friend even if she couldn't call Kyle that yet.

When Kyle commented about the smell of cat piss, the doctor blinked. "I know how to get rid of that." She told her "I'll bring over ym hard core cleaning supplies. It sounds like the piss sunk into the floor... Which is a fairly gross concept." Not that she didn't like the challenge but how dirty did one have to be to not clean up cat piss in time on wooden floors?It was basic matinance and why were the cats even pissing on the floor anyways... Some people disgusted the doctor... She couldn't understand dirty people. But then, she was so used to sterile conditions that she had to make sure she worked in them. Well... As sterile as something can be while still liveable.

When she was asked about the meniacal look, Rayna raised her eyebrow and wicked grinned. "What evil look?" She said not so innocently before grinning wider a few minutes later. "No worries, it is amusing and it will only require a bit of maiming to anything that feels the need to attack me which will be zombies and.... Everything else that ticks me off." Which would be mostly zombies but she loved making her colleague panic a little. Some of the time Rayna did have a moral compass. It just didn't always point to true north. Still.... She loved making Kyle look slightly horrified. She was just so innocent and kind. A better person than Rayna could be even if she tried to be. One of the reasons she thought Kyle to be more important to the effort than she was.

The horrfied look, far from bothering Rayna, amused her. Of course it was a type of guilty amusement. It was kind of like trying to make someone turn green from a movie without wanting them to really be sick enough to puke. She tried to moderate it but sometimes she did manage to get the horrified look from Kyle without trying to get it or realizing. And of course it was about one of their subjects they differed in opinion on. Still... she couldn't help but say her piece on things. "Tests on animals is a small price that only hurts one animal for the benefit of the many human lives, it is not senseless testing, I would never do that.' Rayna told her and mentally added At least with any chemicals I'd be introducing to you. "And as for subject wise... I know you wouldn't condone an unwilling subject. I would never suggest that. I meant collect as in gather."

Of course, Rayna had an outdated set of ethics to work with. She was raised in Russia and although it wasn't soviet, she read a lot of books with research from those times. Those books influenced her so she perhaps had a bit of a dislike from pesky ethics that made results harder to gain in a quick enough period of time to perhaps eraticate a disease or save a few people. But she couldn't blame it on the books. She just didn't see anything wrong in the loss of a few willing volunteers for the benefit of the many. After all, it was how best science and scientific process worked to benefit mankind. But she did understand that ethics were there to try and stop the abuse of power, hence why she stopped her arguements against it when she started to work with Kyle. It really was counter productive to being productive.

Kyle's soft heartedness showed itself again in the refusal of her volunteering. Of course there was reasoning and still good ones but it was hard for Rayna to come up with those herself. She couldn't help but hear the people of the town talking about how she was never going to be a risk because she was a mad scientist and the refusal to deal with her. Combned with the several bruises she got from the occasional bumping into walls or other things when she did her best to work. Of course, this did not include her immune system, which allowed her to get sick easier. Which probably should be tested anyways before she volunteered herself. It was quite possible that the lack of blood she had would slow the damage down but it was equally likely for the toxin to spread quicker because she didn't have as many cells to take down those negative to her body.

So Rayna gave a nod. "My apologies, I just feel useless sometimes." She told Kyle "My offer still stands and if you want to run tests with my blood than I am willing to donate. Only a little bit though." She didn't have the stamina nor the blood to donate for too much. But Rayna could still offer her blood if Kyle refused to test the results on bodies and it had the alterior motive of allowing the woman to test the effects of the toxin on her blood as well as the healing properties of the plant. Perhaps the plant could do more than just halt or stop the spread of the toxin?

Word count: 1008
Muse: Dragging
Music: Now? Duck bite by Sick Puppies

[Kyle Nia Brennan]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,padding-top:0px; padding-right:0px; padding-bottom:0px; background-image:url(http://i119.photobucket.com/albums/o123/MissMotherFuckingMurder1024/KyleRepeat.jpg); background-color: #dcd7d4;] TAKE A PIECE OF MY LIFE, TAKE A PIECE OF MY SOUL. TAKE A PIECE OF MY FACE SO I WILL NEVER GROW OLD… TAKE A PIECE OF MY MY WORLD, TAKE A PIECE OF MY HEART. TAKE A PIECE OF MY BRAIN SO I CAN NEVER BE SMART. EVERYBODY WANTS TO SEE ME DOWN. WITH MY BODY ON THE - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - dirty ground. TAGS:: rayna, the made scientist, OUTFIT:: click, NOTES:: sorry for how short it is D8, INSPIRATION:: "shed some light" by shinedown, "Yeah, uhuh." Kyle murmured, a grin sneaking onto her lips, despite the fact that her tone was a bit bored, and of course, disbelieving. Kyle prided herself on having a great sense of humor. When Rayna came into her life, she was pleased to see that she had a decent sense of humor herself. Sometimes they ended up missing each others jokes, but for the most part, they had an easy go of getting along. Kyle made fun of herself, just as much as Rayna did. It was still up in the air who had the most self loathing to back it all up. "So, does that mean that I get to exploit the fact that you were lazy by forcing you to do more work? If so, I think I have a few jobs for you." she teased, leaning back against the wall, the easy smirk coming to her lips. It had been a while since she had actually joked around with someone. Well, not that long, considering that Boyscout and her had been on better terms, but for the past couple of weeks, she had been completely, totally and utterly focused on her work. Sometimes, she forgot that she was a real life person... you know, that could laugh and smile and all of that great stuff. The conversation, inevitably, gave wake to her frustrations about where she was living. While she loved Boyscout, and she certainly loved his family, she did not love the way that they had treated their house. Or anything that was in it. It had taken a long time to get to the point where it was even remotely presentable. In fact, she had worked so hard on it that she had been given the nickname, "Maid." "Well, whatever you can come up with to get that much of the smell out, it would be greatly appreciated." she sighed, pushing her fingers through her hair. "And it is incredibly gross. His mother used to horde cats. And since there were so many of them, none were happy... So they all acted out." She rubbed her face, before covering her mouth with her hand, as though she was afraid if she were to speak more on it she would smell the all too familiar stench of that house. "Hand to God, Rayna, I have literally watched his parents walk right pass cat puke, and not clean it up for days." Personal protection came up, after they had discussed the prospect of cleaning the home that Kyle was staying in. Well, actually, it came up because Kyle had never before carried a gun on her, and all of a sudden she was a gun toting maniac. Kyle had recommended that she consider the idea of a taser, due to the fact that she couldn't carry a gun for fear of the kick back, and what it might do, due to how sensitive she was to even just a simple bump. But, the maniacal smile that she wore on her face did nothing to keep Kyle from believing that something menacing was going on in that head of hers. "Everything else that ticks you off?" she asked, the look of horror slowly giving wake to one of reluctant amusement. "You do realize this is for personal protection, right? Not so that you can start playing cat and mouse when someone brings up a subject that you don't like, or makes points that are completely irrelevant to the conversation at hand." She shook her head and pushed her fingers through her hair, making a faux groan of frustration. "Maybe it's better if you don't get a taser. I'll just walk around with you and blow people to bits. How about that? Something tells me I'm a great deal less trigger happy than you." The subject of animal testing was brought up. While she could understand Rayna's train of thought (especially since it was a common mentality in the medical field) but that didn't mean that she had to agree with it. Or like it. In fact, she didn't like it or agree with it. Perhaps, it was because she was studying to be a veterinarian when she went to school, or maybe it was because she just really didn't like the idea of subjecting any living creature to tests that could have been considered less than humane, or that would compromise their quality of life. It was cutting something short that had no right to be cut short. Kyle, unlike most Doctors, did not have the God complex. While, she would never imply that Rayna had the God complex, she would admit that she was more comfortable skirting around int eh gray area of science. Kyle wanted to have nothing to do with anything that could, even remotely be considered morally ambiguous. For the most part, she did however understand where she was coming from. Willing participants were one thing, but Kyle could never bring herself to be the one that could potentially be the bringer of death. While it caused them a lot of tension, Kyle could respect Rayna for the fact that she was willing to make whatever sacrifices were necessary. And regardless of how much of a mad scientist she played herself off to be, she did believe in the greater good. At least, that was how Kyle perceived her. And while she was good at reading people, she was still incapable of reading minds and knowing exactly who someone was upon first meeting. Or, the third, or forth. Kyle ran a hand over the back of her neck, the heaviness of their current conversation weighing in on her. What hit her like a sack of bricks was when Rayna had told her that she was willing to offer herself as a test subject. She cleared her throat and looked up at her, explaining to her why she would never allow that to happen. Rayna then confided that sometimes she felt as though she was worthless.. Just because she couldn't do as much of the physical work as Kyle could. "No bullshit?" she asked, sitting down across from her. "You are one of the most brilliant geneticists that I've had the pleasure of meeting. You're the only one that I've actually worked with, so I can't say that... But I know that you will be the one that will help me through a lot of this. You're better at pattern recognition. Sure, you can't go out on the field with me, but so what? You are much more valuable here, anyway... Honestly, you'll make sense of things, and see connections that I couldn't even dream of putting together. Don't feel worthless, k?" she asked, giving her a small, almost maternal smile. WORD COUNT:: 1,127

[Rayna Faust]

Rayna gave a grin at Kyle's joke back. She loved when someone played with her jokes and didn't take them too seriously. Sure... She used truth to make the jokes that much funnier but most of it was joking. "Sure... Let me just grab my coffee and I'll be working all night." Rayna told her "Not lie I need the social life." Not like Rayna even had the social life. It hurt a little how much the people of the town didn't really seem to like her. Since she was the most safe one you'd think they wanted to hang around her more... but they thought her egotistical and were resentful that she was the only one who was unlikely to become a zombie without anyone knowing. Of course... that was because she had a genetic disorder but people ignored that detail in favor of persecution of the person with high IQ and low morals. Good thing she was used to it.

Perhaps that was a bit of a sad thing to be used to but honestly... she expected it. She fit the stereotypical scientist to a tee, including Russian and German heritage. She would've been surprised if humans didn't react that way because in general humans were just bastards. The few people who were interesting enough to talk to and didn't care about how she was were enough. Someone like Kyle who could joke with her and appreciate the self depreciating sense of humor was worth more than the acceptance of 100 boring people. Still... It could be a bit lonely sometimes... She may not exactly be the most extroverted individual but she still liked talking to others and being talked back to. Which is why she refused to be pitied or self pity herself about the situation like she was doing now.

Fortunately enough her scowl was well timed at when Kyle was talking about the deplorable habits of her friend/boyfriend's parents with his house. "Leaving stuff like that will cause a bit of damage but I can see what I can do." She told Kyle. "Short of having to replace the flooring. I will try to make that house inhabitable... I don't want you to become sick." A genuine feeling with how much she appreciated Kyle. She would never admit it out loud but just the fact she offered to spend perhaps a weekend trying her hardest with a house like that showed her appreciation. Besides, Kyle was another great mind, she was someone who Rayna could talk to. Well... Talk to without feeling like she had to dumb down herself or keep herself in check. She did have to keep herself a little in check but that was because Kyle was normal.

Case in point, when Rayna did the maniacal look and then make her reaction up to eleven, Kyle just accepted it as is while still being careful. Rayna did a playful pout, something one wouldn't usually see from her, her dark eyes looking as Kyle. "Alright..." Rayna told her "I'm still going to get a taser though." She needed the defense anyways. Yes she may abuse the taser but it was useful to have the taser anyways. It was better than the alternative, which was bothering Kyle every time she wanted to go out or go out without any protection whatsoever. not like she ever went out much anyways but sometimes she did want to feel more useful. One of the few ways she could was if she could go out and collect materials for her things. She would be driven nuts if she couldn't do her experiments.

When Kyle told her she was useful, she had to resist the urge to cry. It was one of those sappy human things that Rayna didn't like letting herself do. She was the scientist, she had to do things for the greater good. She couldn't think about her past or however many of her family members might be claimed by things... She shook her head... Thinking of that would depress her and actually bring the tears. She put her face in her hands a bit to surpress that feeling a little. "Thanks..." she said quietly "I suppose the things my mother said when she was trying to be nice and trying to help me survive never really left me." That was Rayna's excuse for her moment of weakness.She took a bit to compose herself and strongly hoped she wasn't going to get pity.

Word count: 747
Muse: Working now
Music: Blake McGrath
Notes: Sorry this took so long but Rayna took a two week nigh three week break.