RPing with Tenny and Byass~
While in her lab, Brigid Tennenbaum was focused, patient, and planned. Vials stayed marked, her log always up to date. Pencils were on the left, folders to the right, the room maintained an exact temperature of 17.05 degree Celsius to maintain prime conditions of the ADAM and gene samples she had out for constant study. She watched over her work with such dedication and scrutiny it was a surprise she wasn’t as prudent and concise in other parts of her life.
There was no clock in her cold lab in the basement of Fontaine Futuristic’s, Tennenbaum wouldn’t have looked at it if she did. The circles under her brown eyes were an indication of the hour. Glancing up from her notes, Brigid surveyed her work space with tired eyes, everything was in place, the bulb in her desk lamp needed replacing soon, her scrawled notes stood in stacks. With a tired sigh and a sip from her glass, the doctor looked back at her problem. ‘Tonight… must finish tonight.’
But the longer Brigid stared at the seemingly impossible code and calculations, the quicker the eyelids began to droop.
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When she awoke perhaps an hour later, she shook her curled hair, moving the lamp and finishing her water. The words and numbers blurred, and she rubbed her tired eyes. It wasn’t long before she slumped to her desk once more.
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When a cool breeze passed over her Tenenbaum stirred, mentally cursing her long nights and lack of sleep. She blinked, but with opened eyes her world was as black as it when they were closed. Her body locked up, freezing. Tennenbaum was blindfolded. As adrenaline pulsed through her , firing off her nerves, the woman realized she was blinded, bound at the wrists and ankles, lying down. But who did this to her? And why? Was she kidnapped? Where was she? The questions kept growing and so was her fear for the answers.
There was no clock in her cold lab in the basement of Fontaine Futuristic’s, Tennenbaum wouldn’t have looked at it if she did. The circles under her brown eyes were an indication of the hour. Glancing up from her notes, Brigid surveyed her work space with tired eyes, everything was in place, the bulb in her desk lamp needed replacing soon, her scrawled notes stood in stacks. With a tired sigh and a sip from her glass, the doctor looked back at her problem. ‘Tonight… must finish tonight.’
But the longer Brigid stared at the seemingly impossible code and calculations, the quicker the eyelids began to droop.
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When she awoke perhaps an hour later, she shook her curled hair, moving the lamp and finishing her water. The words and numbers blurred, and she rubbed her tired eyes. It wasn’t long before she slumped to her desk once more.
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When a cool breeze passed over her Tenenbaum stirred, mentally cursing her long nights and lack of sleep. She blinked, but with opened eyes her world was as black as it when they were closed. Her body locked up, freezing. Tennenbaum was blindfolded. As adrenaline pulsed through her , firing off her nerves, the woman realized she was blinded, bound at the wrists and ankles, lying down. But who did this to her? And why? Was she kidnapped? Where was she? The questions kept growing and so was her fear for the answers.