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A Gentle Rain (ongoing catgirl RP) |
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Our scene opens at a time of day that may or may not be the early morning. The doctor's laboratory is someplace underground, and Rain has all but given up on keeping track of the time. She huddles on the floor of a windowless room the size of a walk-in closet under a thin blanket, and drifts in and out of a restless sleep.
Rain shivered under the thin blanket she was provided with. Her gray eyes were half-closed in a dazed slumber. She was pale, as one should be when one has not seen the sun in a long while. She had short black hair, and equally ebony ears sprouting out of the top of her head. She wore a collar, of course, a black one with a silver bell on it. She also wore a neat white sleeveless dress with a convenient hole for her furry tail, which was currently wrapped around one of her legs as she tried to sleep.
Just as the girl had drifted into a slightly restful state, she was shocked into wakefulness by the SPLASH! of icy water pouring down upon her.
"Rise and shine, kitten! Today's forecast calls for Rain. Get it? Heh-heh. On your feet, come on..."
The catgirl cried out in surprise as the water came splashing over her, courtesy of Dr. Jones. Her tail puffed out to twice its normal size, and she sat up, her eyes wide open and her ears perked. She looked up at him and folded the blanket, neatly setting in a corner before getting to her feet.
"Ooh, definite bonus points for being tidy. Unfortunately..." He abruptly seized Rain by her slender wrists with one hand, and bopped her on the nose with the index finger of the other. "...You are a naughty girl for standing on two feet without permission. What a silly trick, everyone knows cats walk on all fours."
His eyes seemed to bore a hole into her skull as he growled menacingly, "So get on all fours."
She winced. She had forgotten about that. She nodded and quietly got on her hands and knees, then looked up at him. She really did want to please him, though he did scare her some times.
"Forgive me, I'll try to remember better next time." She whispered.
The doctor's demeanor changed instantly, and Rain was rewarded with a warm smile. "Now there's my good girl," Jones said comfortingly, stroking her hair and rubbing behind her velvety ears. "I know you won't make that mistake again any time soon, will you? No, of course not..."
Rain felt herself purr and press her head against his hand, her eyes closed in happiness.
"Did you sleep well, Doctor?" She asked quietly. She arched her back, flicking the ear that was not being scratched to and fro.
"Not at all," he replied in a chipper tone, scritching behind her ears. "I rarely sleep, such a waste of time, you know. So much to do. Speaking of which, what I'm wondering is..." The doctor looked casually to the left and the right.
"Where is my breakfast? I thought I had a cook of some sort, someone to help me fend off the hunger and loneliness of the endless toiling research. But I must have been mistaken, as, clearly, I am not eating breakfast right now. Ah, well. That frees up my morning for extra surgery. Since you're not busy right now..." Jones smiled down at the catgirl with equal portions of contentment, resignation, and devilishness.
She still purred quietly as he scratched her ears. She loved it when he did that.
"What is it you wish of me, doctor?" She asked. She sat on the ground, still pushing her head into his hand.
Jones sighed. "You really have to spell out everything for these catgirls. Breakfast, dear. Eggs, toast, coffee. And a cheeseburger. And I want it 15 minutes ago." He extended his fingers through her hair and tightened his grip, pulling her hair. "Get the point?"
She winced a bit, then got back on her hands and knees, remembering not to stand without permission.
"Right away doctor. Permission to stand while cooking?"
"Ohhhhh, I suppose so," the doctor replied, as though considering it carefully. "Though I certainly wouldn't mind watching you try..." A slightly lecherous grin tugged at the corner of his mouth.
He looked into the catgirl's eyes again, smiling and saying softly, "Thank you for remembering to ask permission. That makes me very happy."
Rain smiled back.
"And when you're happy, I'm happy. Breakfast right away, doctor." She crawled out of the room and stood up when she got into the kitchen. Standing up, the top of her head reached his chin. She immediately set to work, breaking eggs and starting the coffee.
Jones went back to the section of his laboratory where his untrained "guests" were kept. "Well, good morning to you, too," he happily told a weakly bleating creature that bore a disturbing resemblance to a malnourished unicorn. "Aww, feeling a bit down? I know what will perk you right up: more bloodwork!"
The doctor hummed to himself as he worked, and the creature bore these further indignities in silence.
After a few minuted, the food was ready. Rain pressed a button on the intercom in the kitchen.
"Doctor, I have eggs, toast, coffee and a cheeseburger like you wanted. Permission to walk upright while bringing it down?" She put the mentioned food on a tray and balanced it on her hip, waiting for his reply.
"Hm? Oh, yes, dear, bring it right down." It was somewhat difficult to hear the doctor ove a high-pitched whining sound in the background, like some sort of drill.
"Now, you'll think twice about eating all that sugary human blood next time, won't you, hotshot? Won't be quite so easy without your fangs..."
Moans followed, as well as the sound of more drilling.
"Oh, yes, bring down a carafe of orange juice while you're at it. That's all for now, my good kitten. As for you..." The intercom cut off.
Rain's tail puffed with pride at the mentioning of 'good kitten'. She smiled and hummed to herself as she put the orange juice on the tray, carefully walking with it and bringing it to the lab door. She was rarely allowed in, and knocked with her tail.
"Doctor, I've brought breakfast!"
Jones peeled off a pair of bloody latex gloves and flung them into a haz-mat container on his way toward the door. He plopped down at his desk, and pressed a button to seal the entrance to the main portion of his lab. He then pressed another button, and the door upon which Rain had been knocking glided open with a SWISH!
"Come on in," he called.
Rain walked in and carefully set the tray down on a nearby table.
"I made everything you asked for, doctor." She said with a nod, then sat down primly on the floor.
"I hope I didn't take too long..."
Jones glanced at his computer clock. "Well, it took a little longer than I would have liked, but you'll be faster next time."
He pulled two mugs out of a desk drawer and set them amidst the strewn notes, printouts, and folders on the desktop. "Coffee for me in this one, juice for you in the other," he commanded, reaching back into his drawer. He began withdrawing bottle after bottle of large and oddly-colored pills. "You need something to wash down your breakfast, after all."
Rain looked at the pills cautiously, then grabbed the pot of coffee.
"Right away, doctor." She said, filling the mugs.
"May I ask what I'm being given this time?" She asked, after setting the coffee before him and filling her own with juice.
"You may," replied Jones amiably, "But I'm probably not going to tell you."
He began shaking out one pill from this bottle, two from that, and so on.
"These will keep your energy up throughout the day, so be sure to swallow all of them."
Rain grinned at him, then held the pills in her hand.
"All right, here goes." She popped a few in her mouth at a time, then swallowed them with a gulp of orange juice. Some tasted quite horrible, but she only made a face and continued.
"Thank you, doctor. Is there anything else I can help you with?"
"Yes, today is laundry day. I need the shirts and slacks for my agents cleaned and ironed; they've been looking very sloppy lately, and it's difficult to appear cool and mysterious when one is dressed in such a messy way. It hardly inspires public confidence. After that, come back here and dust my office, but don't disturb my papers. Call me when you're finished. Oh, and one more thing..." The doctor tore off a bit of his hamburger and offered it to the catgirl.
"Thank you, doctor!" Rain said happily, and eagerly accepted it. It was good, she was proud of her own cooking.
"All right, laundry, dusting. That I can do, and I'll get someone to start lunch as soon as you get hungry." She crawled off, the door opening for her and closing behind her.
((End Part 1))
 doctor_jones · Thu Sep 28, 2006 @ 11:20pm · 0 Comments |
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All-Purpose "Bio" Information For these So-Called "RP's" |
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Gaia Username: doctor_jones
Name: Doctor Jones (daringly original, I know..)
Age: Unknown (looks to be in his early thirties...?)
Gender: Male
Weapons: Tazer, syringes, various drugs, discreetly concealed cybernetic implants. An array of surgical devices when in his lab. Also carries a pistol with several types of ammo, requisitioned from a government agency.
Abilities: "Snake fang" implant in hand (for stealthy injections), scanners of various types implanted in his retina (can perceive magical and bio-energies)
Bio: Why would a slave need to know my background? They don't get to hear that kind of information... wink
Race: Human
Appearance: Long brown hair pulled into a neat ponytail, icy blue eyes, wire-rimmed glasses, dress slacks and shirt, tie, and a mostly-clean white labcoat. A warm smile, but a predatory gaze.
Personality: An intelligent, articulate, and usually well-mannered gentleman who just happens to enjoy keeping people for radical experimentation and surgery, indefinite and humiliating servitude, or recruitment into semi-secret pseudo-government organization dedicated to controlling or eliminating demons and other supernaturals. His chemically-extended lifetime has taught him that most people really enjoy being told what to do, and he feels that he is just doing his part to give them what they want. A certifiable scientific genius who has only slightly lost touch with reality. Eccentric, polite, caring yet pragmatic. Posesses a disturbing lack of concern for the moral ramifications of keeping slaves, and using sentient beings as test subjects. ALWAYS likes to be in charge of a situation. Enjoys lavishing wealth and attention on those who have come to understand that they belong to him, but definitely makes sure that they earn it.
Preferred slave: Jones will happily accept a wide variety of slaves, from housekeepers and cooks to test subjects and even potential warriors. He has a special fondness for catgirls, but part of the joy is transforming an ordinary human... twisted
Type of Master/Mistress: He likes to make his slaves squirm, but in the end, provides for them very well. He demands strict loyalty and obedience, and has been known to take a sadistic pleasure in breaking someone's spirit.
doctor_jones · Sat Sep 23, 2006 @ 06:06pm · 0 Comments |
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