Post by Macy Deltine on Jul 14, 2009 18:02:14 GMT
((seen through the eyes of Steve Ritzski...and f.y.i., I realise that I keep spelling center with an -er, since the place is orginally American, and so is Steve.))
These people were all very strange.
Steve had recieved a letter in the post, explaining that a new Research Center in Cardsdale were interested in meeting him, and if he wanted to, he should come down and see them. When he got this, he, for some reason he dosen't understand, he didn't tell anybody. It was like a total secret to him, that he needed to keep. Even from Macy. He felt so ashamed of all things to do with him and hospitals, and doctors, and psychiatrists, and this must have been something to do with it. He had spent a lot of time in therapy in his life, getting advice, then from unliscenesed doctors, since the real ones were so expensive. He didn't want do this all again, but in the mean time, he decided to go down and see what they wanted.
The building had appeared what seemed like over night, in a side street of the Main Square in the small town. The exterior of it seemed to be like any other building there, with large frosted windows that had the logo of the company on it; three triangles in formation over a cresent shape.
Steve walked into building, with a hat pulled over his hair, what he would usually wear in Cardsdale. Since the weather wasn't so bad, he wore a jacket over a faded bootleg band t-shirt he bought in New York, outside a concert he didn't have enough money to get into. He glanced down at his jeans that had paint splattered over them, and his scruffy sneekers that he wished that he could replace sometime, as he was getting a hole in the bottom of one of the soles.
"Uh...Hi. I was sent this..recently..." He said quietly to the receptionest, holding up the letter.
A young blond woman looked up at him, and seemed to recognise him.
"Steven Ritzski. Please take a seat, you'll be called in shortly." She said, gestering to an empty waiting room. The inside of the center was very...sterile. Everything was either white or off white, with some tasteless, generic art placed on the walls, trying to take away from of the clinic feel, failing to do so.
"Can you tell me why I'm here?" He asked, walking over to one of the seats. After not hearing an answer, he turned around to find that the woman had disappeared. He really hated receptionests.
A few minutes later a voice came from some sort of speaker, calling him into Office Room 3, which he noticed was the lable on a door on the other side of the room.
He entered it, to find another clean white room, with a table in the middle. One one side were three people, two men and one woman.
"Hello, Steve. thank you for coming. We didn't know if you'd show up." The man in the middle of the two others spoke. He was a balding man, probably in his fourties, or fifties, and was wearing a white lab coat. To his right sat the woman, an albino woman, who looked around thirty. She had long, straight white hair, and high cheekbones, with a pair of black rimmed glasses, and was also wearing a lab coat, similar to the man on her left. To the far left of the table, sat another man who was wearing medical scrubs, and had thick black hair.
"My name is Dr Woodrow White. This is Dr Doretha Moonridge, and Dr Oliver Catcher." Dr White, the man in the middle said, nodding towards the people he referred to, who nodded at their introductions. "You're probably wondering why you're here. Well, we are interested in what you are able to do."
Steve's heart began to beat faster. How did these people know that about him? Wait...how did they know anything about him? "Um, I don't think I really want to do anything you're interested in..." He said, standing up. If he got out now, he could be back at the school in ten minutes.
"Sit down, and listen." The words came from Dr Moonridge, the albino woman. Her voice was so strange...it was like an echo. Like a voice in Steve's dreams. Without noticing, he found that he was seated back down. It felt like time had jumped slightly. He didn't remember walking from his position by the door, back to the seat, pulling it to the table, and folding his arms together, but here he was.
"We are a company that specifically works with gifted people. We like to look deeper into what makes up the powers, that some seem to posses." Dr White continued, as if he didn't experience the time jump like Steve. Macy had tried to explain about Gifted genetics once, something about a varible gene, and it can become active, and something. He got distracted, as usual. She wanted to study Gifted genetics, and liked to try to explain these types of things to him.
"We think that you are a good candidate for one of our studies, and if you want to work with us, we can offer a very good sum of money as a thank you."
"How much?" What the heck was he thinking?! He wanted to get out, and leave them. He hated the clinical smell about the place, he hated the white panels on the side of the walls, and he really didn't like the people infront of him, that much. But he was unable to summon the will power to get up and leave. He just was sitting there, listening to them.
"Well, an amount that anyone would be pleased with." Dr White said, while passing a piece of paper across the table for Steve to read.
Wow. That was a lot. That was enough to get new sneekers. And go to New York. With Macy. It would even be enough to have paid for bail for his father, but that was something he didn't really want to do.
"Um..what do I actually have to do?" Steve asked, trying to focus on the face of Dr White. He noticed that Dr Catcher's gaze shot away from Steve to a wall when the question was asked.
"Well, it's in seperate parts. First, we'd only want to observe you, and your power. What you can do, and what you are capable of doing. The extent of your power. Then we'd like to take some of your blood, to-"
"What?! You're taking my blood?! I didn't even ask to do this, why are you making me do this?" He was feeling frantic now, and his mind was screaming to get out of there, but he really couldn't.
"Please calm down, it's nothing to worry about. And we know that you didn't volenteer, yet, to do anything. We only want to propose this to you, to see if you'd be interested in helping. Now, we'd be taking a very small amount of blood from you, so we can see that make-up of it, and the cells that you have. It's really nothing to worry about, you would only have to visit the center once a month or so, so we can check up on you."
"But I'm on meds at the moment, won't that mess it up? Are you going to give me more?" Steve asked, trying to find a loophole to get him out.
"Yes we know your records, and we know perfectally about your conditions, and what medications you have been prescribed. And no, we won't be giving you any more medication, only to observe, and the draw blood. That's it." Dr White answered, smiling.
"So, I give some blood, and you give me all of this money?"
"Yes, you just give us some blood. But the money comes in installments, and you would recieve the remaining sum at the end of the trail. Now, you'd have to sign this, if you want to participate." He said, sliding a contract across the table.
"Wouldn't I have to get permission from, like, a guardian?" He asked, looking down at the contract. He knew that since his parents where both...unavalible, and his uncle, who was meant to be his legal guardian, had this right taken away from him when he came to Orchid Hill. Now, his guardianship was with the school, but when he turned 18, he knew that he could do what he wanted to.
"Yes, but if you sign it now, then that means that you are willing to partake in what we have planned, and permission from your guardian could come later, at a better date, probably when you actually start to give blood." Dr White said, clicking a pen, and setting it infront of Steve.
"I'm not sure, I really think I should think about it, I don't know if I want to do it." He really didn't want to do it, actually. He wanted to get up and leave.
"Well, if you think if that is best. But just think it over for a minute, before you leave." The doctor in the middle of the table said. Well, atleast he said that Steve could leave soon. He was starting to feel so fidigty, and he wanted to be back in the school's walls.
"Steven?" This time, it was Dr Moodridge speaking. Her voice wasn't strange and echo-ey like last time, but it still was a weird voice, it reminded Steve of air, or wind, or something. It was a captivating voice, that managed to also go through his soul. "We think it would be best if you thought about it. We think it would be best if you signed the papers.."
Again, it felt like time had jumped, and he looked down and saw that his signature was on the papers, and Dr White was taking it back, and smiling. "We really are happy that you have done this, we think that it is for the best for you and the people at your school." His grin widened across his face, and the tired creases at his eyes deepened. It should have felt good, with other people smiled, but this smile was tinged with darkness.
"Um, did you feel...time...jumped there now?" He asked looking at the three faces, who started at him blankley. The three people reacted differently for a split second and Steve noticed. Dr Moodridge gave a very faint smile, her eyes still on Steve, Dr White looked at him in confusion, and Dr Catcher's eyes darted at Dr Moodridge, before looking at Steve again.
"Time jumping? No, of course not. Maybe it's time for you to go back to your school, and take some medication." Dr White said, smiling again. He stood up, followed by the two other doctors, and opened the door for Steve to leave.
"Now, there are a few leaflets in the reception area that you might be interested in, and we will send information to you soon, about your next apointment. And thank you for coming here, and saying that you will participate., when we say that it probably is for the best, we really mean it." Dr White said, and Steve noticed that his voice had become faster, as if he wanted him to leave immediately. He felt like the three of them had pushed him out the door, without being able to say anything, let alone ask another question.
So, there he was on the streets of Cardsdale, walking back to Orchid Hill Academy. And all he could think was "What have I just done?"
These people were all very strange.
Steve had recieved a letter in the post, explaining that a new Research Center in Cardsdale were interested in meeting him, and if he wanted to, he should come down and see them. When he got this, he, for some reason he dosen't understand, he didn't tell anybody. It was like a total secret to him, that he needed to keep. Even from Macy. He felt so ashamed of all things to do with him and hospitals, and doctors, and psychiatrists, and this must have been something to do with it. He had spent a lot of time in therapy in his life, getting advice, then from unliscenesed doctors, since the real ones were so expensive. He didn't want do this all again, but in the mean time, he decided to go down and see what they wanted.
The building had appeared what seemed like over night, in a side street of the Main Square in the small town. The exterior of it seemed to be like any other building there, with large frosted windows that had the logo of the company on it; three triangles in formation over a cresent shape.
Steve walked into building, with a hat pulled over his hair, what he would usually wear in Cardsdale. Since the weather wasn't so bad, he wore a jacket over a faded bootleg band t-shirt he bought in New York, outside a concert he didn't have enough money to get into. He glanced down at his jeans that had paint splattered over them, and his scruffy sneekers that he wished that he could replace sometime, as he was getting a hole in the bottom of one of the soles.
"Uh...Hi. I was sent this..recently..." He said quietly to the receptionest, holding up the letter.
A young blond woman looked up at him, and seemed to recognise him.
"Steven Ritzski. Please take a seat, you'll be called in shortly." She said, gestering to an empty waiting room. The inside of the center was very...sterile. Everything was either white or off white, with some tasteless, generic art placed on the walls, trying to take away from of the clinic feel, failing to do so.
"Can you tell me why I'm here?" He asked, walking over to one of the seats. After not hearing an answer, he turned around to find that the woman had disappeared. He really hated receptionests.
A few minutes later a voice came from some sort of speaker, calling him into Office Room 3, which he noticed was the lable on a door on the other side of the room.
He entered it, to find another clean white room, with a table in the middle. One one side were three people, two men and one woman.
"Hello, Steve. thank you for coming. We didn't know if you'd show up." The man in the middle of the two others spoke. He was a balding man, probably in his fourties, or fifties, and was wearing a white lab coat. To his right sat the woman, an albino woman, who looked around thirty. She had long, straight white hair, and high cheekbones, with a pair of black rimmed glasses, and was also wearing a lab coat, similar to the man on her left. To the far left of the table, sat another man who was wearing medical scrubs, and had thick black hair.
"My name is Dr Woodrow White. This is Dr Doretha Moonridge, and Dr Oliver Catcher." Dr White, the man in the middle said, nodding towards the people he referred to, who nodded at their introductions. "You're probably wondering why you're here. Well, we are interested in what you are able to do."
Steve's heart began to beat faster. How did these people know that about him? Wait...how did they know anything about him? "Um, I don't think I really want to do anything you're interested in..." He said, standing up. If he got out now, he could be back at the school in ten minutes.
"Sit down, and listen." The words came from Dr Moonridge, the albino woman. Her voice was so strange...it was like an echo. Like a voice in Steve's dreams. Without noticing, he found that he was seated back down. It felt like time had jumped slightly. He didn't remember walking from his position by the door, back to the seat, pulling it to the table, and folding his arms together, but here he was.
"We are a company that specifically works with gifted people. We like to look deeper into what makes up the powers, that some seem to posses." Dr White continued, as if he didn't experience the time jump like Steve. Macy had tried to explain about Gifted genetics once, something about a varible gene, and it can become active, and something. He got distracted, as usual. She wanted to study Gifted genetics, and liked to try to explain these types of things to him.
"We think that you are a good candidate for one of our studies, and if you want to work with us, we can offer a very good sum of money as a thank you."
"How much?" What the heck was he thinking?! He wanted to get out, and leave them. He hated the clinical smell about the place, he hated the white panels on the side of the walls, and he really didn't like the people infront of him, that much. But he was unable to summon the will power to get up and leave. He just was sitting there, listening to them.
"Well, an amount that anyone would be pleased with." Dr White said, while passing a piece of paper across the table for Steve to read.
Wow. That was a lot. That was enough to get new sneekers. And go to New York. With Macy. It would even be enough to have paid for bail for his father, but that was something he didn't really want to do.
"Um..what do I actually have to do?" Steve asked, trying to focus on the face of Dr White. He noticed that Dr Catcher's gaze shot away from Steve to a wall when the question was asked.
"Well, it's in seperate parts. First, we'd only want to observe you, and your power. What you can do, and what you are capable of doing. The extent of your power. Then we'd like to take some of your blood, to-"
"What?! You're taking my blood?! I didn't even ask to do this, why are you making me do this?" He was feeling frantic now, and his mind was screaming to get out of there, but he really couldn't.
"Please calm down, it's nothing to worry about. And we know that you didn't volenteer, yet, to do anything. We only want to propose this to you, to see if you'd be interested in helping. Now, we'd be taking a very small amount of blood from you, so we can see that make-up of it, and the cells that you have. It's really nothing to worry about, you would only have to visit the center once a month or so, so we can check up on you."
"But I'm on meds at the moment, won't that mess it up? Are you going to give me more?" Steve asked, trying to find a loophole to get him out.
"Yes we know your records, and we know perfectally about your conditions, and what medications you have been prescribed. And no, we won't be giving you any more medication, only to observe, and the draw blood. That's it." Dr White answered, smiling.
"So, I give some blood, and you give me all of this money?"
"Yes, you just give us some blood. But the money comes in installments, and you would recieve the remaining sum at the end of the trail. Now, you'd have to sign this, if you want to participate." He said, sliding a contract across the table.
"Wouldn't I have to get permission from, like, a guardian?" He asked, looking down at the contract. He knew that since his parents where both...unavalible, and his uncle, who was meant to be his legal guardian, had this right taken away from him when he came to Orchid Hill. Now, his guardianship was with the school, but when he turned 18, he knew that he could do what he wanted to.
"Yes, but if you sign it now, then that means that you are willing to partake in what we have planned, and permission from your guardian could come later, at a better date, probably when you actually start to give blood." Dr White said, clicking a pen, and setting it infront of Steve.
"I'm not sure, I really think I should think about it, I don't know if I want to do it." He really didn't want to do it, actually. He wanted to get up and leave.
"Well, if you think if that is best. But just think it over for a minute, before you leave." The doctor in the middle of the table said. Well, atleast he said that Steve could leave soon. He was starting to feel so fidigty, and he wanted to be back in the school's walls.
"Steven?" This time, it was Dr Moodridge speaking. Her voice wasn't strange and echo-ey like last time, but it still was a weird voice, it reminded Steve of air, or wind, or something. It was a captivating voice, that managed to also go through his soul. "We think it would be best if you thought about it. We think it would be best if you signed the papers.."
Again, it felt like time had jumped, and he looked down and saw that his signature was on the papers, and Dr White was taking it back, and smiling. "We really are happy that you have done this, we think that it is for the best for you and the people at your school." His grin widened across his face, and the tired creases at his eyes deepened. It should have felt good, with other people smiled, but this smile was tinged with darkness.
"Um, did you feel...time...jumped there now?" He asked looking at the three faces, who started at him blankley. The three people reacted differently for a split second and Steve noticed. Dr Moodridge gave a very faint smile, her eyes still on Steve, Dr White looked at him in confusion, and Dr Catcher's eyes darted at Dr Moodridge, before looking at Steve again.
"Time jumping? No, of course not. Maybe it's time for you to go back to your school, and take some medication." Dr White said, smiling again. He stood up, followed by the two other doctors, and opened the door for Steve to leave.
"Now, there are a few leaflets in the reception area that you might be interested in, and we will send information to you soon, about your next apointment. And thank you for coming here, and saying that you will participate., when we say that it probably is for the best, we really mean it." Dr White said, and Steve noticed that his voice had become faster, as if he wanted him to leave immediately. He felt like the three of them had pushed him out the door, without being able to say anything, let alone ask another question.
So, there he was on the streets of Cardsdale, walking back to Orchid Hill Academy. And all he could think was "What have I just done?"
