Anyone wanna play?
Who: Samus Aran (screwattack) and OPEN
When: First day of the week six experiment.
Where: Around the hallways.
Summary: Samus, now seven years old and no memory of how long she's been in the facility, wants to explore and play.
Rating: G
Warnings: Um...she's seven, so probably not. Bossy, show-offy, curious little girl?
Anyone who saw Samus in the hallways now would find it difficult, if not impossible, so connect her with the armor-clad warrior woman who had been here in her place prior to the week's experiment. Where most people had become familiar with the tall, cold, closed-off champion for peace in her telltale orange Power Suit, some even knowing the scarred beauty that lie underneath, her pale eyes cold and hard and dead, this tiny girl seemed to have none of those features: aside from being, if anything, a little small for her age, the only features she shared with the woman who had been here before her were that her short hair was golden and her big, bright eyes were light blue. There were no scars, no signs of inert infection, no evidence of the alien DNA that mingled in her body (if this girl could even grasp that she was human now or that she hadn't been before). Her eyes were curious, playful, eager for adventure and to seize life and what it had to offer.
No, this Samus was very different. She was untouched by years of trauma and sacrifice and horror. The only trauma that she had encountered in her young life had been pushed into a corner of her mind that she couldn't access yet, stricken from her memory for the time being. And this Samus was bored. The white halls were so plain and boring - why did she think this was Tourian? At least that was interesting, if a little scary - and the room she'd found herself in had only offered some minor curiosities in the form of the computer and the closet full of clothes that were far too big for her. Who's room was it?
Samus turned cartwheels in the hallway. Had she been a little more aware of herself and her abilities at that age, she might have noticed they didn't come quite as easily to her as they had before, her agility she gained from her Chozo DNA gone. No, she could still cartwheel, and she could still somersault, and that's what she was doing to amuse herself. Just until Old Bird came looking for her.
When: First day of the week six experiment.
Where: Around the hallways.
Summary: Samus, now seven years old and no memory of how long she's been in the facility, wants to explore and play.
Rating: G
Warnings: Um...she's seven, so probably not. Bossy, show-offy, curious little girl?
Anyone who saw Samus in the hallways now would find it difficult, if not impossible, so connect her with the armor-clad warrior woman who had been here in her place prior to the week's experiment. Where most people had become familiar with the tall, cold, closed-off champion for peace in her telltale orange Power Suit, some even knowing the scarred beauty that lie underneath, her pale eyes cold and hard and dead, this tiny girl seemed to have none of those features: aside from being, if anything, a little small for her age, the only features she shared with the woman who had been here before her were that her short hair was golden and her big, bright eyes were light blue. There were no scars, no signs of inert infection, no evidence of the alien DNA that mingled in her body (if this girl could even grasp that she was human now or that she hadn't been before). Her eyes were curious, playful, eager for adventure and to seize life and what it had to offer.
No, this Samus was very different. She was untouched by years of trauma and sacrifice and horror. The only trauma that she had encountered in her young life had been pushed into a corner of her mind that she couldn't access yet, stricken from her memory for the time being. And this Samus was bored. The white halls were so plain and boring - why did she think this was Tourian? At least that was interesting, if a little scary - and the room she'd found herself in had only offered some minor curiosities in the form of the computer and the closet full of clothes that were far too big for her. Who's room was it?
Samus turned cartwheels in the hallway. Had she been a little more aware of herself and her abilities at that age, she might have noticed they didn't come quite as easily to her as they had before, her agility she gained from her Chozo DNA gone. No, she could still cartwheel, and she could still somersault, and that's what she was doing to amuse herself. Just until Old Bird came looking for her.