Roleplaying

Verner removed wrappers from any of the sterile equipment he'd need to draw blood and moved closer to Caleb with them. "Just for drawing blood samples," there was no use in not telling him what it was used for. He'd find out in only a few moments anyway.

Medical school had given him a fair amount of experience with drawing blood so he knew what he was doing. Knowing they didn't have Caleb's gift under complete control he stayed to the side of him. He put a tourniquet on his arm. There were some scientists who didn't know to do this, typically the newer ones, which could potentially lead to some complications. He disinfected the general area where he would draw a sample from and began looking for a vein.

Like most people, Caleb didn't have an issue with getting blood drawn but would rather not actually look. Caleb's arm tensed when Verner touched it. There were two reasons for this.

He was expecting that needle to puncture his flesh at any moment. Most people would give a warning before they did it but Caleb wasn't sure if Verner would. Then there was the reason that Verner's hand was warm and Caleb didn't like anything that was even slightly over his disired tempature.

It wasn't that he had Haphephobia or anything, but he rather not make phyical contact with other people for that reason. He was sure others didn't really like it either since his body was naturally at a lower tempature than normal and they would feel cold.

Verner quickly took notice that Caleb's skin was cooler than the average body temperature. Perhaps it was due to an endomorphic reaction? Or maybe he was some form of ectotherm. That was a question he wouldn't be capable of answering today. It was a question that would require months or even years of bloodwork, MRI's, and looking at his cells under powerful microscopes. Even then he might not get any conclusive information. There were some gifteds who had been here for years that they were no closer to understanding than upon their arrival.

He made a mental note to remember to take his temperature later today, and that Caleb's arm was tense. Once he found a suitable vein he gave the gifted a fair warning, "The needle's going in now." Normally he wouldn't bother giving a warning, but for all he knew the gifted could be triggered by emotions so it was best to avoid surprising him for now. They didn't know the extent of his ability just quite yet. There were some ice gifteds who could cause severe frostbite or freeze veins and organs within minutes of physical contact, so it was best to proceed with caution. He took the sample as quickly as he could without messing up. When removing the needle he held guaze over the extraction site and taped it in place for now. He carefully removed the needle from the tube and tossed it in a biohazard bin before capping the tube, and sealing it in a plastic bag.

He began setting up the materials for the allergy test, "Where are you from?" He didn't really expect an answer but it was worth a shot. It would make it easier to determine what diseases to test the blood for later.

Caleb was grateful that Verner said something before he actually did it. It saved Caleb from being embarrassed for flinching. Caleb knew from past experiences that when he was fearful he tended to have bigger reactions to things. Though he was doing his best to hide it, Caleb was very nervous.

Caleb shifted his feet, which were currently stuck to the floor. The ground around his feet along with a small part of the chair was covered in a semi-thick sheet of ice. As he moved there was a cracking sound as he freed himself.

"Does that affect what your going to do with that blood?" He asked. He was determined to not answer as little questions Verner asked him.

Verner heard a cracking noise and glanced at the source. The gifted had iced himself. It was clear now his feet were creating all of this ice which brought up the question of how. To create ice he'd need water, so was he using his own body's fluids, or maybe the water vapor in the room? There were a few ways to test both of those theories. He'd need to remember to write notes of his future testing plans.

He also needed to figure out a way to keep his feet from creating ice. The labs had ankle cuffs, but not many. The majority of those were meant to weigh down speed, flight, or strength gifteds. Chances were there was little to no ankle cuffs made for ice gifteds, which meant he'd need to file a request that a few be made which would take more time out of his day. He could tell this was going to be a busy week.

"Not by much," though it would be helpful. He was going to run tests for common diseases, but knowing where he was from would help him to know if he should check for certain less common diseases. It was important to know in case the gifted needed special care for an illness. He had just worked with Caleb's blood, and it was best to know if he had exposed himself to any dangerous diseases.

If he became ill so could any of the gifteds, guards, and scientists he worked with. He also talked to mechanics, janitors, electricians, medical personal, plumbers, engineers... He talked to quite a few people to fit his social needs. Maybe it was best to limit as much social contact as possible until he tested the blood sample, elsewise if he had been exposed to a contagious disease he could start an entire epidemic.

He grabbed the materials he needed and moved closer to Caleb removing the tourniquet from his arm and setting it onto a counter. He moved his wheeled chair on the side of Caleb's opposite arm, the arm he'd administer the allergy test.

There were no needles for this test, well technically they were needles but they didn't make it past the skin. He grabbed one of two identical plastic tools, they had about eight tiny needles all with different allergens. They'd hardly pierce the skin and would only cause a slight discomfort, that was if the needles were detectable at all.

"This shouldn't hurt at all," even if he did react to any of these allergens the worst symptom he could experience was itchy skin. Unless he was deathly allergic to something in which case he had a needle filled with adrenaline ready to slow or stop such a lethal allergic reaction.

He pressed the needles into the upper part of Caleb's forearm and set the tool down to grab the second identical one. He applied this one to the lower half of his forearm. They'd be waiting for a handful of minutes for any allergic reactions to show up. It was nearly guaranteed Caleb reacted to one of the compouds, as it was a compound nearly every human and gifted showed an allergic reaction to.

Caleb reconized the test Verner was doing. His parents had it done before and his grandma decided that he needed again. She never trusted anything like that unless she was in the room to see it done. It was very annoying. She was a health freak and didn't even allow Caleb in her house until she made him go to several doctors so no reason at all.

Now he was going to have to get it all done again. He was sure they could fine all that kind of information in their system, but Caleb wouldn't give them that kind of information.

"I have had this test before." He said. "All I am allergic to his cat fur and cockroaches"

"Luckily you won't come into contact with either," cats and snakes were not ever to be in the labs. If one were to escape they could kill or eat any of the rats they worked with. There was quite a large set of precautions meant to keep pests such as cockroaches out so they wouldn't be an issue. Neither of those allergens were even bothered to be tested. This allergy test was testing allergens common in the labs like latex or rats, some of the allergens that were being tested for would never thought to be tested in a typical allergy test. Some of these types of allergens were the sedatives they used, the metals used in the cuffs, and certain compounds meant to control or punish gifteds during tests. "This is testing for some allergens doctors wouldn't bother to check for."

While they were waiting for results he checked the computer. The chair Caleb was in was attached to wires, he checked some of the information the chair was sending him such as his weight and skin temperature. He wrote the information down and moved to the counter for a thermometer. Typically internal temperature was different than skin temperature, and internal temperature was something the chair wouldn't tell him. He placed a piece of plastic at the end of the thermometer and moved towards Caleb. Hopefully he wouldn't be too difficult so they could at least get some testing in today.

So far the only things Verner had done were things done at a typical docter's office and didn't cause Caleb to be in any danger. Though he was still on guard for the unexpected, he had calmed down a bit. This caused the ice to spot being created, but it would be a little while before it melted enough to be noticable.

"What are you planing to do with that?" Caleb asked. Thermometors really were only used for one thing. However Caleb just wanted to be difficult and asked anyway. When Caleb was angry at someone he tended to react to it by just weeing them off.

It would take a lot more than that to make him mad, it was rather difficult to make him angry at all. If this gifted wanted to be difficult there was always tomorrow to begin actual testing. It wasn't like he was going anywhere. There was always the chance that Caleb hadn't seen a thermometer, but as far as he was aware he wasn't from a third world country. He said he had undergone allergy tests before so surely he knew how a thermometer worked. If Caleb wanted to act like a child he'd treat him as such. "This is a thermometer! You put it in your mouth to tell your temperature," he spoke in a tone used with only the youngest of gifteds.

"And if you can't open your mouth, we have a different thermometer that goes somewhere else," he spoke in the same mocking, but this time slightly threatening tone.

Caleb wasn't sure if Verner was serious. If he tried it though, he would get quite, chilled. Caleb didn't care if there was a guard ready with a taser nearby. He wouldn't allow that to happen. Caleb suddenly grinned. Unless Alex who usually looked like he was daring a person to actually try it, Caleb had a look of amusement. As if he found it funny that Verner even thought that he could to it. "If you try that," he said, his voice low and dangerous. "You'll be spending the next ten minutes thawing the thermometer from your hand." At the moment it was an empty threat, seeing as his hands were strapped down. But the moment he could he would.

Was that a threat? Who was the one strapped to a chair again? It was clear this was going to be a difficult gifted, most were. He couldn't just drug Caleb to stay still, at least not until the allergy test results showed up. Not only that, he'd need him conscious to measure his height, pulse, and see if there were signs of wisdom teeth coming in. If not he would need to preform an x-ray, which he'd need to file a request to use. They couldn't just have x-rays in the labs. Those types of machines required a special type of room to prevent any radiation from escaping. The typical wait time for such rooms is about a week.

If necessary he most certainly would. He would bring in a gurney to keep him in place if he had to. He'd use cuffs to keep his hands in check, and if he must he'd use cuffs meant for wrists on his ankles. He  would prefer trying to pry his jaw open first though. There was no way he planned on leaving without his body temperature. This was vital information to know. "If I don't take your temperature, later you could have the temperature of a typical person and we wouldn't know you were dying from fever."

Verner seemed to be trying to convince him that it was a good idea for him to let him use the thermometer, and Caleb agreed. He never had the intent of not letting Verner, he just wanted to be troublesome.

"I never said I would not let you take my tempature." Caleb said. He was amused by the fact that Verner thought he did. "You are the one with the thermometer, it is not like I can put it in my mouth myself." He moved his arms the little bit that he could. With the straps, it was not very much.

Oh right, he forgot about that. With all the stress he was under he tended to make careless mistakes or glance over certain details. Well no point in stressing now, whatever he had time to do depended on the clock, Caleb, and if he received any requests for Duncan. All things he had no control of. Time to just move along as if that didn't happen.

"Then maybe you wouldn't mind opening your mouth," he poked him in the face with the thermometer trying to be difficult back. The allergy tests looked like they were beginning to show up on his arm, he'd need to write those down as soon as he took his temperature.

Caleb looked annoyed when Verner poked him, but he did what he asked. His tempature was going to be lower than what was normal. If it wasn't, then there was a problem. Caleb's 'normal' was very different from others. That was why he avoided going to doctors. When he grandma forced him, it was extreamely stressful.

He looked down at his feet. He moved one foot in a small circle pattern and it left ice behind. It was thicker than before. When he was actively trying to create it, more came. If it happened from stress it was not as much.

Verner took the thermometer back when it beeped signalling it had finished taking a reading. He wrote down the temperature and moved to get the clipboard with the allergy test papers when he nearly slipped on a patch of ice. He caught himself on his rolling chair which of course tried rolling away, as soon as his feet were on a non icy surface though he regained balance. That could've ended worse and was another reminder to put in a form for special ankle cuffs to be made.

He grabbed the clipboard he needed and moved back to his rolling chair, writing down the results for each allergy test. At least one of which were a substance that was almost guaranteed to show up positive.

All the characters are at a lab in a remote island. All the guards and scientists live in buildings around the lab. Most of the lab is under ground. The lab is very guarded and is pretty much impossable to excape from. There are rooms of about five Gifteds all in their own cell, but they are able to see each other and speak to each other.

In our world, we expect we all have the same kinds of abilities, we can all do the same things, it all just depends on what you practice. However that believe is wrong, there are people born with strange, fantastic and even dangerous powers known as Gifteds. It doesn't matter if the parents are Gifted, the children produced seem to be randomly Gifted or non-Gifted.

Of course normal people fear the Gifteds, they are stronger than them, more dangerous than them and they have no way of knowing who is who. That's why when people learned of them the hunt for Gifteds started almost immediately.

The caught Gifteds were sent away to a place only known as 'The Labs' where they are experimented on to find their weaknesses and their strengths. Their final goal is to find a way to control them and use them for wars.

Lucius brought Nori and Alex for a test to see if Alex could heal Nori's sickness.

Alex was drugged in order to savely bring him back to his cell.

Kadvar told Alex his plans to excape by writing on a card and passing it to him.

Kadvar is dirtying his cell to try to attract Nori.

Rusty is being lazy and not updating this.

Please play as the minority group so we don't get overflowed with one type of character.

Please look at other characters and do not make Gifteds with a power someone already has.

All powers must have weaknesses. For example, most Gifteds will loose control of their ability while under stress.

Only one power for each Gifted.

Both guards and scientists carry weapons, but scientists will only use them if a guard isn't around.

No killing without permission.