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Post by rixec on May 15, 2018 14:33:24 GMT -6
Snowdrop nodded, understanding; so, there were several people like her here – maybe dozens. All brought here – probably a good amount without permission – and supposedly cared for. She huffed softly; Snowdrop had no intention of letting them change her. She was sure she could last out a few days even if she couldn't escape by then.
Snowdrop watched as the nurse pulled out a strange card to access the next door, keeping it in mind as well as the numbers pressed. She walked in with her escorts and felt the nurse rub her head again, telling her to be a good girl. Snowdrop rolled her eyes; the only one who could ever tell her that was Mother Wolf.
Snowdrop yelped as the elevator started to move up, lightly stomping her feet on the floor. The nurse and orderlies stood in attention as they moved up. Snowdrop squirmed a bit, the tightness of the jackets getting to her. She pulled back a bit to get some room to raise her foot to her ear to scratch it. It was difficult with the restraint, but not impossible.
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Post by thesnaker1990 on May 15, 2018 14:49:53 GMT -6
The nurse puts Snowdrop’s leg down to stay still and stand up more normally, letting the orderlies hold her again on their grip firmly. As the elevator kept going up, they hear nothing but soft jazz music, which sounds very unfamiliar to the jungle girl, until it stops on the seventh floor. The doors open, revealing something different. Instead of the vibrant lighting like the lobby downstairs, it’s another hallway with a fluorescent glow; the walls are plain white, looking and feeling like an institution it is. The doors are very thick made of steel line the walls many feet apart.
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Post by rixec on May 15, 2018 14:59:53 GMT -6
Snowdrop smiled softly as she scratched her ear, but it vanished as she felt her leg grabbed and looked to see the nurse pushing it back down. She growled, barking at her as she partially lunged herself at the nurse. From there, she and the orderlies held her firmly in place, preventing her from using her feet or lunging. Not that she could do much, between the jacket and the muzzle.
She bopped her head side to side very lightly, hearing the strange music from around them. She had heard music before in the villages, but it was nothing like this. She breathed softly as they stopped at the seventh floor and the doors opened up. She was led outside and gazed around her new surroundings.
It was bleaker and colder than the lobby, the lighting more unnatural. Snowdrop felt the plain features drain at her soul, being used to so many vibrant colors and uneven structures in the jungle. Her eyes fell upon the steel doors, all kept apart. She continued to gaze at them as she planted her feet firmly into the cold floor.
“What are behind those doors?” she asked, a singling feeling in her gut that she already figured it out.
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Post by thesnaker1990 on May 15, 2018 15:14:44 GMT -6
After all four of them went out of the elevator, they walked through a couple of hallways until they stop, still holding on Snowdrop tightly. “Here we are! This is your room.”
Jim and Chris turns the trapped wild girl, facing the big ominous door with a small six inch window and closed slider in front of them. With the large rivets on the line, no one can break through - not even a mad jungle girl like Snowdrop.
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Post by rixec on May 15, 2018 15:23:23 GMT -6
Snowdrop didn't like how they remained silent to her question, the nurse still smiling cheerfully as they led her along through the dreary halls. She tried to take a look at the doors, but between the small windows and the constant moving, she couldn't get a good look. The only sounds that came were from their footsteps and the occasional flickering light.
Finally, they came to a stop before one of the steel doors, this one looking a bit tougher than the others. She gulped as Jim and Chris turned her toward it and as the nurse declared this was to be her room, Snowdrop's eyes widened. She had gotten through many obstacles in the past, but with her jackets and how strong this door looked, she did not feel optimistic. So, she decided it was time to do what she did best.
Snowdrop leaped straight up and kicked her legs out in a split, hitting both orderlies. She then started to struggle back as she hit the floor, trying to pull free from their grip on her restraints. She barked and howled as she tried to push herself away with her feet, her back against the floor. She squirmed and spasmed as she fought tooth and nail for freedom.
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Post by thesnaker1990 on May 15, 2018 15:42:07 GMT -6
No matter how hard she can hit them, she can’t truly hurt the orderlies. Both of them went back to grab her again more tightly than before, standing the trapped girl back up on her feet. “Looks like someone is being naughty.” Said the giant nurse. She presses numbers into the keypad by the door. With a short beeping sounds and a loud boop, the door slides quickly. The two men lifts the jungle girl up with their large, muscular arms on her back and legs, rocking her back and forth until they tossed her in a large, sports filed-sized room with thick white padded walls and a soft spongy floor. But this room is like no other: it has a mattress bed with a few sheets of blankets and pillows, ropes and padded platforms hanging on the padded ceiling for her to swing, a padded playground set for her to climb, and a pool full of small, colorful plastic balls.
Due to Snowdrop’s behavior, the orderlies decided not to take off the transport jacket as punishment and shuts the door swiftly.
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Post by rixec on May 15, 2018 16:10:42 GMT -6
All of Snowdrop's efforts were in vain. The orderlies were too strong and bulky for her to do any real damage, much less while half her body was wrapped up tight. She howled and bark, a few occasional swears she picked up from the villagers escaping her lips behind the muzzle. She tried to rock her body from side to side against the orderlies, her feet raised and kicking wildly in all directions in a feeble attempt to hit them.
Snowdrop briefly calmed down, long enough to fix her gaze on the nurse and snarled, trying to lunge herself at the woman, but she was held tight. Her bare feet slapped against the cool floor as she tried to run at the nurse. Amidst all the beeps and boops, she barked rapidly, baring her fangs behind the muzzle. As the door slid open, she felt herself picked up and squirmed, trying to kick her legs still as the two orderlies grabbed her back and legs.
Snowdrop was rocked back and forth a few times before she was tossed into the room. She collided against the floor and fumbled about as she came to a stop. The room was larger than the back of the van, but just as soft. There were additional things in the room, but she paid them no mind as she rose to her feet and started charging at the door, still held in the jackets. She bounced off the floor and dove for the exit, but it slid quickly and shut tight, the jungle girl colliding head first into it.
She moaned, wincing as the impact knocked the fight out of her briefly. She sat up, her head wobbling about as she tried to focus, the pain throbbing. She bit her lips, her eyes shut tight as they teared up. Her toes curled up as the pain started to lessen enough for her to focus. Snowdrop looked and saw the door was closed. Despite her earlier thoughts about how it would be futile to try, she was too angry to think about that.
Snowdrop huffed, blocking out the remaining pain, and howled loudly, arching as much as she can as she sat on her knees. She ran up and started to slam into the door, each impact sending a shock wave through her body. She got back up and tried again and again to knock the door down. She kicked and scratched at it with her feet and even rubbed her head against it in the hope it would free her from the muzzle. Alas, it did not.
Snowdrop panted, having to accept that she couldn't get through. She was trapped. She held her breath, swallowing. She howled in anguish and started rolling around on her back, kicking her feet. She lifted them up and tried to scratch at the jacket, hoping to undo the many straps, zippers, and buckles. Her feet, as nimble and flexible as they were, weren't able to work through the several dozen features to her jackets. She couldn't even undo her muzzle as she placed her feet all over it.
Snowdrop huffed, scratching her ear with her foot, at least. She stood up and looked around, hunched over. She saw the many contraptions, such as the bed, the ball pit, and the ropes. She looked around, wondering if she was being watched. She barked at the walls and ceiling, running around and slamming against the soft walls and jumped up and down on the floor. She stumbled a few times but got back up just as quickly.
Snowdrop ran over to the bed and jumped onto it, rolling around as she spat out at the sheets. She got to the other side and pushed the mattress off the frame with her body and started to jump on and kick at it, messing up the sheets which started to slip off and spread across the room. She stomped on the pillow and kicked it into the ball pit. She huffed, her heart hammering against her chest wildly.
Snowdrop gazed up at the ropes and charged forward and leaped up. She grabbed hold of the ropes with her supple toes, managing to get a good hold. Her head draped down toward the floor, her braided white hair now fully undone, the wild silvery locks flowing out. Snowdrop began to push her body back and forth, gaining some traction as she started to swing.
She growled and howled as she gained enough and as she swung forward she let go and flew toward another rope. She managed to grab it, feeling slight rope burns as she did, but held on. Her weight managed to give her enough speed to already start swinging as she grabbed on and she swung herself toward another rope, performing the same feat over and over. She eventually missed a rope, though, but landed in the ball pit, being submerged.
Snowdrop gasped as she rose up, struggling in the pit as she body slammed and kicked around in it, many balls flying out and rolling across the cushioned room. Sweat dripped and flung off her brow, her throat parched. Snowdrop wiggled her way out of the pool and barked at the door, getting no response. She yelled and started to stomp on the balls out of the pool, some being shot away from her stomps and others being smushed beneath her soles.
Snowdrop looked at the cushioned walls, beginning to slam against them again, hoping that maybe if she could break through she could find another way out. But all it did was tire her out and she panted as she gave out weak barks and moans. The room was now a mess, but undamaged. Snowdrop panted hard as she stood tall and she fell straight back, her legs rising up and falling back down onto the floor.
Snowdrop laid there, tired out from all the wasted effort. She licked at her dry lips, swallowing. She growled softly, squirming weakly as she laid there on the floor. She muttered to herself, “When I get out of here, those village elders are going to see what happens when I get mad.”
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Post by thesnaker1990 on May 15, 2018 16:26:23 GMT -6
Moments later, the orderlies went in Snowdrop’s messy cell, seeing her monkeying around again madly. Jim pulls out an injection needle filled with a different kind of tranquilizer drug; they chased the trapped wild girl around for almost ten minutes until the giants tackled her to keep her still tightly. Jim digs the needle into her right thigh as she peacefully fell into a deep, dreamless sleep to calm herself down.
“Sweet dreams, little princess.” Said Chris getting himself up. “You can go back downstairs, Jim. I’ll put this kid to bed.”
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Post by rixec on May 15, 2018 16:58:30 GMT -6
Snowdrop eventually managed to start acting wildly once again after some rest. Maybe it didn't so any good, but it made her feel better as she worked off stress and humiliation. She beat the walls with her body and scratched at the floor with her feet. She then made her way back over to the mattress and started to jump up and down on it, hoping to beat the stuffing out of it since she couldn't chew at the mattress.
It was around this time the door opened up and Chris and Jim entered the room. Her eyes widened as the door open and she immediately ran toward it, hoping to break through Chris and Jim, however, the door shut behind them, leaving her no way out. Her eyes bulged as she saw a needle in Jim's hand – she remembered what happened the last time she got shot with one of those. She howled and started to run as far as she could from them. The room may not have the spaciousness of the jungle, but it still gave her plenty of room and maneuverability to evade.
She ran over to the mattress and hopped onto it; as Jim came over with the needle she bounced up and down a few times and leaped off, landing on top of Jim's head with one foot and propelled herself forward from there, slamming herself into Chris and knocking him over. She bounced off his chest and dove into the ball pit, diving under. She heard both orderlies enter, trying to find her, but she inched around underneath, listening to their movements through the pit to evade. She occasionally rose up and barked at them, making them race toward her as she dove back down and crawled through the colorful balls.
At once point, she felt Chris step on her foot and she howled in pain, followed by the orderly grabbing her feet and starting to pull her up. She yelped as he did so and squirmed as he held her, Jim making his way over. She felt Chris' fingers slide against her soles and toes, making her laugh from the tickling. She struggled and swung herself back and forth until she got the momentum and slammed her head in between his legs. She felt his grip loosened and managed to kick her way out of the pit before Jim could get to her with his needle.
Snowdrop ran over to the ropes, panting as she recovered, reaching her foot up to scratch an itch at her ear. As the two orderlies exited the pool, she jumped up and grabbed the rope with her toes. She started to pull herself up, putting some distance between her and them. Chris started to climb up, but she shook herself on the rope and managed to knock him down, laughing haughtily at him. It was short lived as she found herself being the one shaken now, looking down to see the two orderlies shaking the rope.
Snowdrop leaped from the rope and onto another one and continued to do so, making the two chase her all over the rope area. Like earlier, she eventually missed one and hit the floor. She saw Chris and Jim coming toward her and she barked at them madly, her eyes flashing from blue to red and back as the light hit them differently.
Jim ran at her from one side and she rolled over to avoid him, but as she got to her feet, Chris tackled her from the other side. She yelped as they hit the floor, feeling his arms wrap around her. She squirmed and howled and kicked as Jim came over and pressed the needle into her thigh, injecting her with the drug. Her eyes went wide and her head started to wobble as her vision faded to black.
Snowdrop breathed softly, completely still. Her mind was a blank, the drug not allowing her to dream. She hears Chris faintly from behind as he holds her, calling her princess and telling Jim to leave. Snowdrop snored softly, completely at Chris' mercy.
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Post by thesnaker1990 on May 15, 2018 19:17:27 GMT -6
With the drug now in Snowdrop's system, the orderlies put her to sleep at the right time. Hours after the wild girl was forcefully comminted to the asylum with the sun now rising, a bald man in his early-sixties was walking the hallway with Jim and Chris, wearing a white lab coat, blue collar shirt with a red tie, brown dress pants, and black shoes who is actually a doctor.
"This kid is not easy to handle, doc." Said Chris.
"Hopefully, she will when I meet her for the treatment." He said
All three of them stop at Snowdrop's room, getting ready to unlock the door. Jim presses numbers into the keypad. Hearing a few beeps and a loud booping sound, the door slides open quickly. The orderlies went in the cell first, then the docter. Snowdrop is still in a deep, peaceful sleep while snoring cutely like a baby on her comfy bed
The doctor and the tall orderlies went towards her quietly, starring how cute she looks asleep on the bed, trapped in two bulky leather jackets and a hocky mask-looking muzzle.
"Snowdrop....." Said Jim with a cheerful grin. "Time to wake up, crazy kid."
"It's morning......" Said Chris cheerfully. "Rise and shine, little princess."
Both of the orderlies hold her tightly on their grip, especially her legs in case she tries to hit them with her feet, waiting for the batty jungle girl to wake up.
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Post by rixec on May 15, 2018 19:30:02 GMT -6
Snowdrop slept the night away, laid flat out on her back in the messed up room. The only movement that came was the occasional twitch and her own snoring. Without any windows or clocks she would have had no way of knowing the sun had finally risen, even if awake.
Her ears twitched as faint sounds entered. She moaned softly as her head shifted, her eyes fluttering open. As they did, she felt strong hands on her shoulders and legs. Her eyes bolted open at the familiar sensations and she shot up, restrained by Chris and Jim. She growled and barked as she tried to squirm, her legs held in place as she tried to kick about.
Snowdrop looked up, pale blue eyes gazing at the new man that had entered the room. He looked far weaker than anyone else she had seen so far, so she labeled him as someone she could take if need be. She tried to shove her body from one side to the other, hoping to knock into one of the orderlies and loosen their grip; alas, she was not capable of doing so. She growled, then let out a bark at each of them and then one at the third man.
Eventually, she started to calm down, but had a persistent, light growl emitting still. She gazed at the third man, her chest heaving, her toes curling and uncurling. She growled, “What do you want from me? Is this little circus show not enough for you?”
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Post by thesnaker1990 on May 15, 2018 19:43:32 GMT -6
"I'm your doctor, Snowdrop." He said with a grin, being amused by her wild behavior. "I'll be taking a few treatments for you to get better for a few days, and your eyes are very beautiful."
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Post by rixec on May 15, 2018 19:56:58 GMT -6
Snowdrop rolled those beautiful eyes of hers, briefly flashing red. She gazed at the doctor, who just grinned at her. It wasn't the friendly type, but the condescending type. She was sure he saw her as a mere pet, a little project, as opposed to the fierce jungle girl she was.
“I don't need any treatments; I'm perfectly healthy and in good shape. Just take all this off me and open the door and I think I'll walk out without doing anything to any of you,” Snowdrop growled, then let out a wild bark, baring her teeth from behind the muzzle.
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Post by thesnaker1990 on May 15, 2018 20:06:35 GMT -6
"Don't worry." Said the doctor pulling out two pairs of plastic gloves from one of his pockets. "We will let you out completely soon in a few days, and we'll take off the jackets for your next treatment."
He slides the gloves in his hands, making a couple of light snapping sounds.
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Post by rixec on May 15, 2018 20:13:55 GMT -6
Snowdrop took deep breaths, watching as the doctor pulled out his plastic gloves. She chewed on her lower lip softly, wondering what they were planning to do if they were going to release her in a few days. At least the jackets would be taken off for her next treatment. All she had to do was find an opening once they were off and try to make a run for it. She knew she wouldn't escape, but if she could learn more about the building it'll make it easier to plan for the next attempt.
Snowdrop watched as the doctor slid his gloves on, snapping them. He was smiling and seemed weak, but the small gestures he made reminded her of a snake. Pleasant and scrawny, but hiding immense menace behind the flattery and bliss. She wondered what treatment could possibly require gloves.
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